The Vampire Diaries Imagines

12•Damon

Imagine Elena kissing Damon, and you think he wants her but he doesn't

You walked into the Salvatore house, almost announcing your presence, before hearing voices. You followed them to the kitchen and looked in, seeing Damon and Elena.

"Come on Damon," Elena said, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck. Almost immediately after, she kissed him. You didn't take the time to see that he didn't kiss back, and in reality, pushed her away.

You let tears fall as you went back to your car and drove off.

Back in the house, Damon was yelling at Elena.

"What the hell, Elena! I have a girlfriend!" He yelled.

"But I'm so much better than her!" Elena yelled.

"No, you're not!" He yelled, before shoving her out of his way. He was going to go to his room, but stopped when he found your phone on the floor.

His eyes widened when he realized you must of saw them and left. He practically ran outside and to his car.

He started it and speeded off, not caring about traffic laws or anything. Finally, he got to your house and pounded on the door.

Your sister answered the door, sighing when she saw Damon.

"Look who it is, the cheater himself. Have you come to rub it in my sister's face?" She asked.

"No, please, this a big misunderstanding, just let me talk to y/n," Damon begged.

"She doesn't want to talk to you right now," your sister responded.

"Please?" He begged, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"Come in," your sister said, letting him in. She led him up to your room and knocked on the door.

"What?" You called out.

"Somebody is here to see you," your sister said.

"Unless it's the pizza man, tell them to go away," you called back.

"It's me y/n, can I come in?" Damon gently asked.

"Are you the pizza man? No, no your not. Go back to your girlfriend," you replied, trying to stop crying, to seem stronger.

"You are my girlfriend," he responded.

"Nope, no, I'm not," you responded, "Elena is."

"I don't care about Elena, please open the door so I can explain," he begged.

"Y/n, let him in," your sister demanded.

"Fine," you replied, wiping your tears as you opened the door. Your sister left to give you two some privacy.

"What the hell do you want?" You asked.

"Can I come into your room?" he asked. You groaned, before moving out of the way to let him in. He entered and sat on your bed.

"Now what do you want?" You asked, closing the door.

"Sit down," he told you.

"Oh my god, you're so extra," you said, angry and sad as you sat down.

"I didn't kiss Elena," he stated, causing you to scoff.

"I didn't kiss Elena," you mocked him, using a stupid tone, before saying, "I saw you kiss her, you dumbass."

"Elena kissed me," he said.

"Okay, who cares who kissed who, the point is, if you love her so much, go be with her!" You yelled.

"I don't want to be with her, I want to be with you," he said, and put a finger over your lips before you spoke, "Elena kissed me, and I pushed her away."

"Why should I believe you? How do I know you didn't start lying again, like you used to," you said. Damon's face grew even more upset, because you had even thought that he would go back to his old ways.

"Babe, I'm not lying. Ask Elena! Have an original compel me to tell the truth! I don't care, but I love you, and I'm not giving up on us," he said.

"You're really telling the truth?" You asked, looking at him.

"Yes," he said, causing you to sigh. You hugged him, and let your last few tears fall onto his shirt.

"I'm sorry, I should of stayed and listened to your side of the story," you apologized.

"It's fine, you had a good reason," he said as you pulled away, "Now what were you at my house for?"

"Oh, um, I got a blanket with us on it, but I, um, I," you said, trying to find a way to tell him.

"You what?" he asked.

"I cut it into little pieces because I was mad at you," you said. Damon chuckled, and asked you to show him the blanket.

"Wow, I didn't know you could get that angry," Damon asked, observing the very small pieces you brought to him.

"Yeah, we can order a new one. If you want," you mentioned.

"We'll just have to do that," he said, before pulling you into his arms and kissing your forehead.

"I love you," you said, quietly. 

"I love you too," he replied.