#Damon salvatore x platonic!reader

[delicatenightfury]

Something New

Vampire Diaries one-shot (short)

Pairing: Salvatore brothers x sister!reader

Summary: y/n has been a vampire for a long time and is looking for a change

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! I don't own the Vampire Diaries characters, but this is my own idea.

“What’s going on here?”

y/n rolled her eyes.

“They’re groceries, Damon. I know you’re old, but I would honestly think you would recognize food.”

“No need to be sassy about it.” He grabbed a box and showed it to her. “Though I don’t think hair dye is edible, even for vampires.”

“What’s the big deal?”

“I’m just curious! Why did you buy hair dye?”

“Can’t a girl experiment with a new hair color?”

“Sure, I guess so, but I’m just confused as to why.”

“Do I need a reason, Damon?”

“What’s going on here?” Stefan asked, stepping into the kitchen.

“Mind telling Damon to lay off?” y/n replied, going back to putting the groceries away.

“What did you do now?”

“Wait, since when is this my fault?” Damon questioned. “I was just curious as to why our dear sister purchased hair dye while she was at the store.”

“It’s her choice, Damon.”

“You’re not at all curious? She has amazing hair! Why does she want to dye it?”

“Artistic choice?” y/n said, frustration evident in her voice. “Boredom? Having the exact same hair for a hundred years? Looking the same for a hundred years?” She glared at the older Salvatore from over her shoulder. “I don’t age, and I’m getting sick of looking at the same face every single day. I want something new and different.”

“We’re supposed to be blending in, trying to act normal, remember?”

“Yeah because you’ve done a great job of that, Damon.

Damon rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

“So you think a bright new hair color is going to do it for you?”

“It’s at least a start,” she growled.

y/n forcefully shut the fridge, shoving her way past Damon to get out of the room. She sped to her bedroom, needing to get away. She ran a hand through her hair out of frustration.

She had been living with the Salvatores for years. They referred to each other as siblings, but the truth was that Stefan and his friend Lexie had helped her out when she first transitioned and had allowed her to travel with them. That meant she also had many interactions with Damon. Eventually, they came up with the story that she was their sister. And she loved living with them - she wouldn’t trade them for anything - but sometimes they had a habit of being overbearing.

y/n sensitive ears picked up approaching footsteps, and while she couldn’t see them, she could tell who was approaching. y/n turned around and walked into Stefan’s waiting arms. Out of the two brothers, y/n always got along better with Stefan.

“Why is he such a dick sometimes?” y/n muttered, making Stefan chuckle.

“Because he’s Damon.”

y/n shook her head a little before sighing.

“I’m tired of hiding.”

“I know. We’ll figure something out for you, y/n.”

“Don’t bother.” The two pulled away. Damon waved his phone a little at them. “I just called Caroline. She should be by soon with the necessary stuff to help you out.” He tossed y/n the box of dye she had purchased. “I expect to see a picture when it’s done.”

[littlelordfuckler0y]

enzo st. john x fem!reader Instagram au

hi anon if you’re seeing this I hope you like it :)

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yourusername mystic falls autumn how I missed you

@gilbertelenaaaa mystic falls missed you too

@yourusrname I didn’t go to war man I was just getting masters

@dam0nsalvat0re oh I heard the rat problem is back

@bonbonniie he literally crossed boxes in calendar each day till ‘y/n gets back’ btw ^^

@yourysrname HAHAHAHAHHA SOFTY ASS

@dam0nsalvat0re @bonbonniee you literally had no business making that public information

@stefaNN18 Welcome back y/n!! We missed you!! 🥰💕

@yourusrname the mom energy your texting style radiates💀

@itsenzo ah heard a lot about you love, welcome home or whatever

@carebear you return my mugs to me or I SWEAR there will be consequences

@yourusrname I’ll see YOU in court

gilberelenaaaa for future reference: don’t ask y/n to watch the stove

@gilberelenaaaa not even for two seconds

@bonbonniie that is some serious witchcraft wow

@yourusrname sorry for trying to be helpful

@1tsenzo nice try! never try again 👍

@yourusrname you literally eat burnt toast for breakfast

@1tsenzo it’s called English brown bread toast

@yourusrname you’re so cheap you’d probably eat anything

@1tsenzo anything…? When you put it like that I can certainly think of a few things I’d be interested in eating

@yourusrname what happened to shame?

@carebear EW HES SO GROSS

@stefaNN18 is everyone alright? xx

@gilberelenaaaa yeah dw we have had a fire extinguisher on stand by

1tsenzo hate this woman’s guts

@yourusrname I call it divine intuition

@1tsenzo we spent half an hour trying to get out of the herd???????? and I have goat piss all over me????????

@yourusrname and? and?

@bonbonniiee CUTIE

@1tsenzo thanks

@yourusrname it was directed to me

@1tsenzo on MY post? Not everything is about you love

@bonbonniie it was directed to her though

@yourusrname HAHAHAHAHHA SEE

@dam0nsalvat0re where are you two???

@1tsenzo idk I was just giving y/l/n a ride

@dam0nsalvat0re why?

@1tsenzo because she asked me to…?

@stefaNN18 since when do YOU do things for other people that aren’t a felony in some way voluntarily???

yourusername Caroline tells you to get the dress? You get the dress.

@bonbonniiee amen

@dam0nsalvat0re even if it’s matching with your grandma

@yourusrname SHUT THE FUCK UP

@dam0nsalvat0re can’t unsee it can you?

@stefaNN18 do not listen to Damon he doesn’t know what he’s talking about polka dots are sooooo back again

@dam0nsalvat0re okay Miranda Priestly

@1tsenzo wow.

@carebear ABSOLUTELY STUNNING

1tsenzo dress like your girlfriend day

@carebear LMAOOOO WHAT

@carebear You?? Don’t?? Have?? A?? Girlfriend??

@1tsenzo yet

@gilbertelanaaaa does he think he’s pulled off dressing like y/n

@yourusrname ????????????????????????

@1tsenzo you’re just jealous I wear polka dot better than you

@gilbertelenaaaa it’s so difficult to tell if he’s flirting with y/n or fighting with her

@1tsenzo a secret third thing

@yourusrname he’s being a bitch

@stefaNN18 delete

@dam0nsalvat0re have you by chance ever heard the term self respect?

@1tsenzo I couldn’t care less mate she is SO lovely I really don’t think much about much

@dam0nsalvat0re can y/n just go out with him at this point I feel nauseous

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None of the pictures are mine I save them from Pinterest

If people want I could do more parts of this (I am dying to) let me know if you’d like to be tagged and thanks you for the request!!!!!!!

[destinywitch]

Memories- Stefan Salvatore x Reader

 “ I can’t be your friend, can’t be your lover,  can’t be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love”

Or In which reader used to date Stefan and can’t believe he moved on.

Stefan Salvatore was the biggest mistake of your life. He was like a drug, a drug that you couldn’t get enough off, and when it ended, left you with a shattered heart.  He was your soulmate, your best friend and your home. You’ve known each other since birth, you knew all his stories by heart and he knew yours. But soulmates aren’t always lovers. You knew that. But every time he talked about her, you felt like your heart was about to explode. Her, Elena Gilbert. She was kind, beautiful and he loved her with every fiber in his body. Stefan loved Elena, and you loved Stefan. When you were both young, human, and he was in love with Katherine, you used to think  time wasn’t in your favor and that sooner or later he would see her true colors. But with Elena was different. She wasn’t a lying, manipulative, self centered vampire who used him and his brother. She loved him, perhaps just as much as he loved her. Just as much as you loved him.  Stefan loved you once, before Katherine, Elena and vampirism. Long ago, when he was your Stefan. The same Stefan that used to bring you flowers and help you sneak out to watch the stars. The same Stefan that called you his, that promised that you both would get married and leave that town. The same Stefan that died because of Katherine Pierce, even before vampirism. You believed that he didn’t love you anymore because of the compulsion. When he died and became a vampire, he turned you. But he wasn’t the same, and his feelings for you died with his humanity.  You were by his side. Pulling him from the edge, holding him when the guilt became too much, helping him feed. You were there. But it wasn’t enough. He liked you, sure, but he loved Katherine. And now he loves Elena. You are still by his side. After all this time, you still can’t leave him, hoping that he would realize his mistake and come back to you. You couldn’t fall in love with anyone, couldn’t move on but couldn’t leave him.   You wanted to hate him. You wanted to hate him for breaking your heart, for requesting that you stayed by his side. But you couldn’t. That’s what love does to people. It consumes them. But love isn’t fair. And every time you looked at Stefan, you think of what you could have been, what you should have been, what you would have been if you were still human. And it hurt, so you decided to hate Elena instead.

“Hating Elena won’t make it better, you know?” Damon. Perhaps the only person in the world that understood that feeling more than you. He stood by your side, while you watched the two dance, offering you a drink.  “ How do you do it? Pretend that it doesn’t bother you?” You asked, accepting the drink and looking at him. You knew how he felt, and you could tell that it hurt him as much as it hurt you.  “You’ll get used to it” He sighted. And you two stood there, watching the love of your life’s fall in love with each other.  “ It must be hard.” He said, you stared at him once again. He continued “ being friendzoned and all. You have to pretend to like him the way he likes you. When you pretend to hate, people don’t care about how you feel, so it’s way easier.” You sigh. Looking at Damon’s blue eyes, all you could see was sadness. He pretended not to care so it hurt less. But it doesn’t. You knew that feeling all too well.  Stefan had his arms wrapped around Elena while he spinned her around the ball room. He was smiling in a way that you couldn’t make him. He was happy and you couldn’t let your sadness ruin it for him. They both laugh about a comment Elena made. You wished you couldn’t hear it. You also wished you couldn’t hear Damon’s sad sigh.  Stefan’s  hand moved to Elenas  waist, you felt like you couldn’t breathe any more. Your heart broke once more. They were looking at each other with such love that it hurt. You almost forgot about the man that was by your side. If you felt bad Damon must have felt a million times worst. He lost the girl of his dreams to his brother, the person who made him the most insecure, for the second time.

You reached for his hand and surprisingly, he gave it to you. You squeezed his hand tightly, in a comforting manner, telling him that you understood. He put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close trying to comfort you as well. In a way, his presence was already making everything better. And you stood there, comforting each other.

“Y’know, Stefan is really stupid. He never should have let you slip away.” He whispered in your ear, making you grin.

“Mhm, he is really stupid” Damon continued. “ He is so stupid that he is dancing with the wrong girl. Can you believe that? If a person that awesome was in love with me I could never let them go. “

“ Elena is really stupid too.” You said, making him smirk.

““They are both a really stupid couple” you concluded.  Damon, whose hand was still round your shoulder, grabbed your arm and spinned you around.

““Well, this is still a party and I’m really drunk so let’s dance until we can’t remember why we were sad”

““We were sad? I thought we didn’t care about them!” You joked, and Damon rolled his eyes trying to hide his smirk

You smiled, and let him spin you around. Stefan was still  the man you were in love with, but  that won’t make you and Damon have less fun. 

[misssalvatore1904]

The Original Faery - master post

Summary: Cassiopeia Salvatore is the youngest Salvatore with the biggest secret. What will happen when the peace she has found is destroyed?

Will old wounds be able to heal in time? Or will she drown under the weight of her own memories?

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x reader x Stefan Salvatore (platonic), Caroline Forbes x reader (platonic), Poly!Mikaelsons x reader (eventually), Finn Mikaelson x reader (platonic), Katherine Pierce x reader (platonic, and briefly romantic)

Warnings: domestic abuse, sexual themes, mentions of r@pe, canon typical violence, dark thoughts, mentions of past attempts at suicide, attempt at suicide, eventual pregnancy.

PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE NOT 18+

Prologue - Part 1

Prologue - Part 2

Chapter 1

[the-dawn-star]

Ok so I just started highschool and I stayed up the entire night on the first day because I was nervous so could you maybe do dabi with teen reader staying up all night and when they come home from their first day of highschool they literally pass out on the floor?

Also stay hydrated

-orchrid Anon :33

A/N: Hey, I hope your school is going okay. My school started a week ago and I'm already ready for another vacation. Also, my publishing pace has slowed down a bit, because I'm having a really important test coming in a month or so, so I hope you guys can understand that.

-S

+300ish words.

Dabi has been a more hands-off parent the whole time you have been living with him. It’s not because he doesn’t care, he just really doesn’t know how to do the whole father-figure thing, so don’t blame him too much.  

He knew that you were awake the night before the school year started but Dabi really doesn’t know what he should do.  

So, the next morning you leave for school without breakfast just to make sure that you wouldn’t throw up from anxiety.  

Somewhere in your mind you knew that there was nothing to be afraid of and everything would go okay.  

The whole day Dabi was anxious for you, and he did check his phone every ten minutes just to make sure that you hadn’t panic-texted him.  

When you got home you were exhausted. You had gotten some new friends, and all had gone just fine but it had been a bit too overwhelming, and all of your anxiety had taken all of your energy out of you.  

Dabi was looking at his phone when you came home, walking straight to the couch, falling face first. You kicked your shoes off and dropped your back bag before Dabi had a chance to say anything.  

“So, how was your day?” Dabi asked, trying to sound like he didn’t care as much as he actually did. 

Dabi waited for a response for a moment before calling out for you. Once again you didn’t respond.  

Dabi walked to you touching your head, to get your attention, only to see your eyes closed.  

He pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and covered you with it, before sighing and took his old place on the armchair.  

[mrsriddlenott]

The Fourth Day Of Smutmas

[smutmas masterlist] [main masterlist]

~ Santa Clause Is Coming To Town ~

Klaus Mikaelson x fem!Vampire Reader

Summary: When Klaus mysteriously returns from New Orleans, the Mystic Falls gang worries about what he’s planning, though his only plan is to convince you to join him for Christmas in The Big Easy, by any means necessary. Starting with lavish gifts, attention, and affections, and ending with his mouth wherever you wish it.

- Klaus is obsessed but not in a creepy way, vampire reader, platonic Damon x Reader & Stefan x Reader -

Warnings: 18+ Content!!Spoiling(gift giving, promises etc),ig kinda manipulation if you squint,f!Receiving Oral.

It was no secret that when Klaus first came to Mystic Falls he had only one thing on his mind, breaking his curse. But when he first saw you from behind the eyes of Alaric, he knew there was….something….so he of course ignored it. By the second time he came around you knew all about him and he you, something about you lingered with him, leading him to look into your past which only hooked him on further.

He was a forward man, anything he wants he goes for, so naturally he was hounding you left and right for the better part of year while him and his siblings ran rampant in your town. Though you were mysteriously never hurt, mentally or physically, something that didn’t go unnoticed by you. By the time Klaus was told of a plot against him in New Orleans, you were ready to accept him, his faults and all, and before he reluctantly left, you shared a heated kiss that stuck with the hybrid even all this time later.

Despite trying to disconnect himself and keep you safe from the enemies after his family and city, he couldn’t stop himself from calling you every once in a while, only feeding his desires to see you, feel you, smell you, for you. By the time Hope’s second Christmas started approaching, he realized she’d be starting to remember them soon, and decided you just had to be there so began planning to get you to enjoy the Holidays with him.

“Uh guys, you might….well you are gonna be upset but I need to tell you something,” Your voice was small and weak as you entered the main room of the Salvatore Boarding House where Stefan and Damon sat drinking bourbon. Damon, rude as usual, ushered you to speak faster as you tried to sputter out the words to tell them Klaus had left you a voicemail in the early hours of the morning to announce his eminent arrival.

“Well you see…” You were cut off by the sound of the large wooden door opening behind you allowing Klaus to saunter in with his usual air of confidence, swinging an arm over your shoulder with a smile that didn’t show his teeth, eyeing the brothers in front of him as though daring them to question his entry into their home.

“Oh come on….why the hell has Santa Klaus come to town,” Damon mocked, scoffing out a laugh as he chugged down the rest of his bourbon, standing from his seat, eyeing you with disappointment before returning his attention to the much stronger man, “We’re having one peaceful, happy, bullshit free Christmas this year and nowhere in that is the Original Hybrid needed,” Damon swayed his hands in a mocking manner as he spoke, he was coaxing him, he wanted to anger him and wanted to prove to you Klaus would rip his head off in a matter of seconds if it weren’t for you.

“Oh Damon,” Klaus sighed condescendingly with a shake of his head, “I’ve only come for y/n, she’s needed for my family’s….what’d you call it…” He feigned a questioning look as his eyes shifted around the room, “ah yes peaceful, happy, bullshit free Christmas, so if you don’t mind….”

“Woah woah woah, what do you mean? You can’t just swoop in and take y/n like she’s your property,” Stefan piped up, scoffing slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest despite Klaus’ eyebrows shot up his forehead to eye the much younger vampire.

“You are so dramatic,” Klaus laughed with a smile that didn’t meet his eyes, clearing his throat before continuing, “I haven’t come to kidnap her, I’ve come to ask her you idiot, and even if I had planned to walk in here and take her….neither of you could stop me.” Klaus was never fond of you living with the Salvatores, especially Damon, but he also recognized their close bond to you and their obvious love for you. He wouldn’t hurt them unless they hurt you, he knew you would never forgive him for that and he just would not stand for that.

With a roll of your eyes you tugged Klaus’ hand, pulling him down the hall away from the brewing argument and toward your large bedroom. “Why’s this room so close to Damon’s?” Klaus’ narrowed, distrusting eyes seemed to search the room and hallway before shutting the wood against the frame and turning back to you.

“He likes to be closer so he can hear if somethings happening faster….he’ll deny that though,” you chuckle awkwardly, you hadn’t been alone with Klaus in almost two full years. Your eyes fell to his hands as he dig into his coat, tugging out a long, silver wrapped box with a golden bow on top, so neatly done that you were sure he had compelled someone to do it perfectly.

“I got you something, come here” He ushered you towards him with two of his fingers. His gravely, authoritative voice you loved so much sending shivers down your spine as you approached, unable to deny him of anything he asked of you in that tone. “There’s more waiting for you under my tree in New Orleans.” Klaus calmly stated, making you cringe slightly as you approached him, stopping only a foot in front of him before speaking.

“Look Nik, I’m sure that whatever that is is lovely and I’m sure all the others are too but if you’re only giving me that to get me to come back with you than I can’t accept it.” You sighed, meeting his eyes for only a second before watching your feet. Klaus stepped forward, almost pressing against you as the air grew warmer, gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes again, genuinely smiling down to you once you did.

“No Love….this is yours whether you come with or stay and if you don’t accept my invite I’ll bring the rest to you. Whatever happens to them after is up to you, leave them, open them, donate them, whatever you want,” His warm hand moved to yours, shoving his gift box into your palm as he watched you expectantly, your brows scrunched together as you narrowed your eyes at him before realizing he was being honest.

You tore through the paper cautiously with a smile, revealing the long black velvet box that opened to reveal a simple golden necklace with a simple wolf charm in the middle, “I usually go for diamonds but I know my girl well enough to know you’d prefer both,” he stated simply before pulling out another perfectly wrapped silver package, this time much smaller. You wasted no time in ripping through and opening the small box to reveal a ring with a thin silver band adorned with a large diamond.

Your eyes shot up to his as you removed the ring from it’s confines with a shocked expression, “Now I know what you’re probably thinking, but when I propose to you that rock will me much larger and,” As he waved a hand around your room with slight grimace on his face, “we’ll be in be a much more extravagant setting….Paris perhaps?”

“Nik….this is too much I….” You couldn’t form words as you looked between the pieces of jewelry, “I can’t accept these not when Hope is so young and Hayley she deser-“ Klaus laughs at your response, eyeing you as though to ask you a question simply with his eyes, before chuckling again with a soft apology.

“Do you really think I can’t get all my favorite girls their gifts? Trust me Hope and Hayley will have plenty of presents, in fact they’re next to yours right now, if you want to get going I’m sure you’ll see them.” Klaus waved his hand towards your door, looking to you expectantly as though waiting for you to walk out before him.

“I can’t just leave with you out of nowhere Klaus,” You sighed, setting your gifts down on your bedside table before rubbing at your eyes as the man stood in front of you again, waiting for a different response, “It- it’s not that I don’t want to okay….I just can’t.”

“Why not?” He asked, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion, his voice exasperated as he turned his hands up dramatically, “Come on what’s keeping you from leaving with me? I’ll keep you safe.” His voice was growing strained, he was beginning to plead with you now, grabbing at your sides as if to remind you of his ability to shield you from harm.

“My friends are here Klaus, the only real friends I’ve had for over a century, I’m not just leaving them” You spoke, narrowing your eyes to him as though asking him to reveal a hidden meaning before turning away from his touch and avoiding his pleading eyes by tiding your bed covers, adding in a small voice, “My friends who do not trust you with me by the way.”

“It’s not like you’ll never see them again, I’m not trying to hold you captive I’m trying to give you a nice Christmas.” You could hear in his voice that he was upset, he was losing patience and wanted, no needed, a flat out response, “Love, please I’m practically begging on my knees here”

“Maybe you should be on your knees,” you joked under your breath without thinking about the mans enhanced hearing well beyond yours or the vampires you’re usually around, only realizing your mistake when you turned to find his eyebrows that had shot up his forehead in surprise. His eyes trailed down your body and back up again, reading you to make sure he heard you correctly before speaking, “Sit.”

“Wha-“ His deep, dark eyes locked into yours in a silent order, halting your question before it was formed as you immediately flopped down on the bed behind you. Your wide eyes followed his actions as he slowly grew closer to the bed with purposeful steps, “You’ll be a Good Girl and tell me to stop when you don’t like what I’m doing won’t you?”

You nodded your head in understanding, putting a halt to his agonizingly slow steps as his head tilted to the side in a questioning and demanding stare, “Yes I will,” You stuttered, your throat beginning to dry, your head falling back to maintain eye contact as Klaus stopped in front of you, just to drop to his knees. His warm, rough hands surrounded your ankles, tugging them apart lightly to settle himself between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. He smelled intoxicating, his scent wrapping you in a blanket of comfort as his hands slowly rubbed up and down your legs, stopping just before the hem of your dress each time. “Please y/n. Will you please come to New Orleans for Christmas, it’ll make my year.”

“I don’t kneel for just anyone and I think you know that,” as he spoke it felt as though his power he prided above anything for 1,000 years began to seep out of him and into you, “You’re the only woman on this planet that I can’t get out of my head, I’ve had women on every continent drooling at my feet for the better part of a millennium but you, my Darling, are the only one I will ever drool over.” Your resolve was beginning to crumble, the feeling of his soft kisses to the top of your legs between words had you sighing in contempt, your confidence growing with each second.

“What can I do to get you to join me hm?” He punctuated himself with a kiss to the center of your thigh, moving his lips higher before he spoke again, “I’ll buy you anything, I’ll do anything.”

Your hand melted into his stawberry curls, watching his lips form a smile as he realized he’d won, “You seem to love using your mouth….so maybe start there.” His eyes shot to yours, chuckling to himself at your false dominance, he loved being in control and whether you realized it yet or not, he was.

Your back slammed against your mattress in less than a second, Klaus’ firm hand held against your stomach, using his hybrid strength to keep you down. He vibrated against you with pure energy, growling against the flesh of your thigh while kissing a trail to your core, eyes going a golden yellow as the scent of your arousal filled his senses. You leant up on your elbows to watch him, the feel of his prominent fangs that would scare almost anyone else scraping your skin with each featherlight kiss building an ache in your lower abdomen, the sense of danger was overwhelming, knowing that at any moment he could dig into you, infecting you with his venom just so he could taste you. The thought of him losing control and having to cure you from the toxin with his blood had you subconsciously tugging your lip between your own fangs that surfaced from your gums at the sight of him shoving your dress upward once his lips met it.

His fingers effortlessly slipped into your lace underwear, filling the room with the sound of ripping fabric before delving into you with his expert tongue, forcing your hips to jolt up against his hold on you, “Holy fucking shit,” Klaus immediately began drawing figure eights on your desperate clit, sighing in pleasure at just your taste and immediately needing more.

You were dripping for him, filling the room with the sound of your pleasure as he lapped against you, focusing on the strokes of his tongue against your center the same way he would a brush against art. Your high was fast approaching, faster than ever before, you wigged against his grip desperately trying to ease the growing tension in your body but he didn’t let up. Fingernails digging into your flesh as you legs shook, your eyes screwed shut, falling back onto the bed with a sigh of a moan attempting to will yourself to last longer, to prolong your pleasure as though you would never feel it again.

His strokes danced between your entrance and your puffy, needy clit he was beginning to adore, wishing to give you a teaser of what awaited you in his bed in his city. His lips sucked around you, egging on your moans of pleasure from above him until they turned into small whimpers and whines of need. Your mind was hazy, it’s only focus being the tickle of his beautiful hair against your thighs, the scratch of his stubble marking your flesh as his perfect, silver tongue pulled out the first of many shaking orgasms he would give you as his Queen.

“You taste absolutely amazing,” He pushed himself forward, weighing down the bed beside you as you tried to regain focus, “If you pack quickly you may get another gift before we leave.” He chuckled, smacking at your still exposed thigh before pulling you into a desperate kiss he’d waited far too long for.

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Not proud of this one smut wise but I think it’s super cute 🥰

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[cowgirlcherrie]

❍ ACERBUS ! ━━ ellie williams.

⤹ pairing: vampire! ellie x slayer! reader

synopsis: the undead is restless, and an immortal blood sucker arrises for her last dance on earth. Beholding a slayer who has greater plans to lower the blood hungry vampire back into the ground

content: 18+ MDNI! blood mention. death/ talks of death. violence. betrayal. gaslighting. manipulation. hunting/killing. v similar to buffy the vampire slayer. kissing. talks of sex but not directly smut, smut adjacent honestly. vampire! slayer! abby but strictly platonic to the reader. L-Bombs. betrayal. weapons (no guns just daggers n stakes). Ellie is super damon salvatore + katherine coded in this. food play(with cherries). biting. sub-ish loser! ellie. Toxic/dark! ellie

Adficio. To weaken, discourage. To damage or to break.

Adficio was your finger. Coated in the saltiest vibrant red, gooey, and thick. Liquids dripped down the sides of the cushioned flesh and flowed never-ending through you. It tasted metallic, iron pulsating through the liquid; and salty, overly salted. Your tongue ran over the edge of your finger at your paper cut. It stung miserably but you had to get back to work.

As if it wasn’t already late, the sun setting with a musky burnt orange across the sky peeking through the rounded church glass windows of the artifact museum you were ecstatic to go home. Excited to take the warmest shower until the water was scorching hot against your skin and sleep comfortably in your queen-sized plush bed.

You weren’t expecting any more customers this evening, especially with recent town curfews due to mysterious deaths you were preparing to leave right after the key twisted in the lock. With 20 minutes left until closing, you finished dusting off the case of the bookshelf, putting the cream coffee-tinted paper (with your blood still tinting a corner) away into the hefty black book with gold embedded in the spine. 

It was an interesting piece of literature, somewhere amongst the lines of old-town supernatural lore and purely fiction but you loved it. It made you hungry, yearning for just a bite wanting more, wanting to sink your teeth into your own flesh. It was important and delicate thin papered copies; and faulty legal documents about a vampire who was rumored to live forever. Pictures; missing from the pages with the name scribbled out in white out. No gun, no knife, no magical life-threatening injury could kill her and she was forever cursed with the pain and treachery to live forever. Although you knew it wasn’t real you still felt yourself being a conspiracist and empathetic. Almost remorseful for the forever young vampire who didn’t ask for a life of immortality. Everything was a little unfair, even for the mundane. 

A bell chimed, signally that someone had walked into the museum. Thick-soled boots against the dark wood, creaking beneath them with every step. Shunned light on a lanky and average-height girl, drenched in black from head to toe. You naturally ignored her presence, that was what the bell was for; for questions and giving you the excuse to actually be bothered. So you continued your lonesome activities as proceeded. Picking up your thick wool scarf, wrapping it around your neck in loops; turning off the monitors, and locking the registers. 

DING! 

Ellie hit the bell with a toothy smirk on her face. Eyeing your figure almost as if you were a bakery-crafted treat as Ellie ran her tongue against the tip of her pointy canines. 

“Hi” 

Just Hi? You scrunched up your face in confusion at the girl’s rather awkward and sudden intro, her voice was raspy yet soft n direct but she kept her communication clear. If you were being honest she looked dead. Skin pale and drained of any colors besides her cheeks and the root red on her lips, sunken circles around her green ember eyes. She didn’t even look real.

“We are about to close so any prolonged question can wait until tomorrow.” you confessed, keeping it short and sweet, as the girl in front of you only frowned. 

You turned your back for a second, reaching into the mini locker behind the desk to grab your coat and your keys, pulling the fabric closer to your chest, when amidst the silence —

DING! 

Ellie hit the bell again, making you groan as you turned slowly to look at the auburn-haired girl showcasing a sarcastic smile before reverting her face to a serious expression. 

“I am Ellie, and you…you look like you can help me” Ellie whispered sweetly; playfulness rang in her voice as she looked down at the black book that are on the counter. Drool almost dripped out as she looked at the book with her lips parted. 

“Did you miss the part where I said we were—”

“Closing soon, yeah yeah I got it. Don’t care, Listen I just need this book and I promise, I’ll be out of your hair” Ellie pleaded bringing her hands up in a prayer position as she gave you a pout. Slowly gliding her ring-coated fingers against the book, making you rush to pull on it from the other end.

“Sorry not for sale! This isn’t a library” 

“But it’s…fiction, right? You can make another one” Ellie pulled it into her more, her hands slightly overpowering the grip you had on the book.

“Rules are rules, nothing leaves this museum if it’s not rented” 

“So what I am hearing is I can have it?”

“For $100”

Ellie gasped.

“For free? thanks!~” Ellie gave one final tug loosening the book from your very hands and pulling it into her chest. 

“I’ll be back! [HEY!] Don’t worry! Don’t stress probably not with the book! [That’s stealing!] Not if it’s rented! Thank you for your help!” Ellie shouted as she bolted out the door, sticky fingers webbed around the book as she ran out.

Making you let out an exacerbated sigh at the odds. You were so going to get fired. 

Adiuvo  To help or to aid, to assist

If someone told you that the museum book thief would be your girlfriend you would have told them they were lying. It’s been 3 months since the two of you met; 2 that you have officially started dating, although it didn’t feel like it. 

Ellie was more secretive than you thought. A mansion to herself where she lived alone which was oddly dark and gothic, you were for certain she would have caused a black paint shortage. Her house was emblematic of a period piece from the 19th century almost a screenshot of a fragment of time. The only odd thing was the mirrors being covered in every corner. A black satin cloth draped over the gold ribbed mirrors almost stapled there with a DO NOT TOUCH! 

Ellie hated pictures, she hated phones and settled on a rather outdated Blackberry where she really could only text and make important calls.

Ellie also disappeared often during the day, you only ever really saw her when it was rainy or pushing 8 pm. She’d go ghost on a sunny day but made up for it by pampering you with gentle kisses until you were coated in purple at your neck. 

For all of her cons; sins and flaws; aka the disappearing act she made up for it every time. She made it impossible for you to leave. Caging you in by gifting you things that only a fool would leave behind. She gave you a gift of a dainty necklace, as her hands rubbed against your neck to your shoulders placing it right at the center, locking the clasp, and begging you to never take it off. Ellie’s hands didn’t move from behind you when she gave you the necklace that night. It was almost as if she tempted to choke you with it until you listened to her. So you nodded, grabbing onto the little charm, before bringing up a hand to your nose; scrunching your face up at the weird smell the necklace was emulating. Almost like rosemary, thieves, and rotting onion. But you didn’t ask questions, you couldn’t before she whisked you away with a brief kiss to your lips, nibbling at your moisturized lips. 

“You love me, right?” 

You loved her. With all your precious human beating heart you loved her. Loved her so much that you allowed her to get vulnerable with you that night in the bedroom.

Bashful yet bitchy and sarcastic Ellie became demonic, rough, and perfectly submissive. Ellie was a sucker for fruits. The one human food that didn’t make her stomach queasy and the only thing that could satisfy her cravings for your blood. Preferably all red to enhance the eroticism of the taste.

Ellie found passion in draining the juice out of cherries, swirling her tongue over the plump treat poking her fangs out, before dipping her head down gliding the juices amongst your neck from her tongue.

Ellie repeated this action again. Taking the gentle cherry and squeezing it over your neck, swirling its juices onto your skin with her slender fingers before chewing it whole. Licking her finger tips as she swallowed the fruit whole tossing the pit to the floor.

Ellie watched as your neck dripped the dark crimson liquid, rushing to lick it up; before any of it reached your sheets to leave a fresh splosh stain of red. Ellie was drunk off of the sight of you. Licking over you like a lollipop as her tongue scraped your neck, getting close to your ear.

Ellie lost control.

between the bittersweet taste of the cherries, your fresh and loud perfume it was driving her crazy. Ellie thought her head was screwed on tight, but smelling the scent of one she would call her lover Ellie wanted to do nothing more than cover you in her own. Mask you from the world, hiding you away in greed and hunger.

Her hands gripped at the sheets, fist balled up as she masked a moan struggling to do so when your hand was in her pants. Ellie unfolding like a red lace satin ribbon until she was nothing but a soul. Climax rising deeper…and deeper. You were rubbing up and down in between her folds as she shuttered to hold herself up. Your fingers wet and covered in her juices enough for the wetness to fill the room with a simple pat.

Ellie took the initiative to dig her own hand in between your sleep shorts, mirror your hand motions as the lewd sounds escaped your lips in pure appeasement. Clawing at her back like a cat with your freehand.

Ellie was heavy breathing as her pitch got louder and higher, hips bucking as her hair clung to her forehead in fits of sweat.

Ellie turned into nothing but a moaning mess that night. Shrouding her head in your neck pampering kisses until she couldn’t control the cobra shake of her sharpened fangs pricking her tongue, offsetting her tastebuds. No, she couldn't.

Ellie's mind was shouting a mixture of no's and yes's as she tried to pull away only for you to pull her closer. Ellie let out an animalistic growl muttering an oh fuck before she sunk her teeth into your neck.

“Fuck…wait” Ellie moaned out. She was glad you couldn’t see her face, eyebrows furrowed but her eyes a deep red as veins started to crawl through her skin preparing her to finish off the feed.

Ellie knew if she fed off of you she wouldn’t be able to stop. Until you were one of her, a vampire and your beating heart stopped. Like Ellie needed you, she needed the book; she was going to complete the prophecy.

It starts with you, her perfect pawn.

You tasted like a rich pomegranate in the summer, Ellie’s fangs pulsating as it was deep in the flesh on your neck. Shaking your tender flesh in between her teeth like a dog.

Ellie didn't draw blood but punctured the skin, wincing at the sound of your skin separating between her fangs through her gentle ears. You pushed her away squeezing your eyes closed in pain. Skin pulsing and stinging as her mouth left your neck.

“Ow!- did you just…did you just bite me?”

The redhead stopped, freckles coated a red flush amongst her pale skin, Ellie rambled a hundred sorries. Like a deer gone hunting the cherry juice stained her chin and around her mouth as if she had been messy eating and playing into a ruby lipstick. Stumbling and tripping over her feet as she rushed to put her shoes on and head for your front door as you shouted her name behind her.

Her hair was frazzled, her leather jacket discarded, and her fly unfortunately down.

Leaving you in a mess of saliva and cherry juice; with a pulsating bite mark in your kneck.

48 hours and a complicated reddit search later, with Ellie out of your hair; due to her shame and embarrassment was enough time for a blonde hair slayer to play witness protection.

You were steadily growing frustrated at the repetition of the doorbell ringing as the person on the other end was hitting it like a childish teenager playing ding-dong ditch. Rushing to the door slamming it open to be met with a tall buff blonde who was giving you a perfect smile. Likewise to Ellie, she was notably pale, the color drained from her face almost fading away to her hair making her look like a stoned statue. Thick raybands on her eyes as she held up a terribly condition detectives badge.

“Sorry to cause a disruption, but are you y/n?” The girl spoke up, leaning into her one arm that was posted up against the door creating a distance before the two of you. 

You remained silent pushing your knit cardigan closer to cover up your chest in the nippy pre-winter air. 

“I’m Abby, Abby Anderson and I believe you know someone who is being a threat to this town.”

You froze, eyeing Abby in front of you as she dug around into her leather jacket pocket, plucking out a very old square picture. Placing the picture face down into your hands allows you to unveil it as if it were a gift. Curiosity got the best of you, aching and throbbing fingertips as you vastly whipped it over to view your lover. Your heart felt as if a chain wrapped tightly around the delicate artery feeling as if the wind had knocked out of you. It was Ellie. Your Ellie but this time she was wearing Victorian clothing, a white blouse peeking through as it was a perfected headshot photographed with just the right amount of dusting and age. She was the missing piece of the book. The name scribbled out it was all her -- the book was all hers.

“I don’t…” you begin flipping the picture back over and putting it in front of Abby, with your hand out “I don’t know who this is. . .”

“I knew you would say that”

Abby snickered as she looked down rubbing her boots against your welcome matt, 

“I think its time we chat. Could I have a glass of water please” Abby sends a smile as you prepare to turn your back on the blonde in front of you

Abby was always ahead. Ahead of Ellie, ahead of you, she had been hunting for years. After an accidental bite forced her to succumb to vampirism, life only got hard. Abby shrouded herself away finding comfort in putting down ruthless bloodsuckers who had no better job than to compel humans and make them into a tasty blood margarita. Abby didn’t want the same fate for you. Watching Ellie like a hawk; perhaps a stalker. It was all for a good cause. Ellie was awfully sloppy with how she carried the people she fed from. Sinking her teeth into an innocent being as she drank…and drank until their bodies fell cold and limp against the pavement. Ellie let out a sly moan in satisfaction as she watched the life get sucked out of her victims. The blood dripped down her chin, blood-drunk as she laughed in satisfaction as she licked the blood off of her fangs, and from around her lips being careful not to waste a single damn drop. 

Ever since you got in the picture, Ellie’s sloppiness got worse than normal, her drinking patterns have gotten sloppier, and parts of her brain toyed with her. As she strolled the streets at night looking for her midnight snack, sucking the salted liquid through her fangs with her luscious eyes closed, fluttering against the tip of the apple to her cheeks. Ellie saw you. When her eyes closed she pretended that they were you, hell she would never actually do this to you but she couldn’t get your toxic scent out of her mind. Moaning into the neck that she feeds whispering your name as her fangs dig in deeper and suddenly she loses all control, killing the being in the process. Ellie was deeply flawed; allowing a human to get in between the priorities of her stone-cold heart, but whatever she wanted she was certain she would have. 

“I think you have to invite me in first, it’s impolite for me to walk into your wonderful home without permission” Abby confessed, lying straight through her teeth, she didn’t care what was right or wrong she just needed permission or else she wouldn’t be allowed in. 

Deja vu hit you, remembering how Ellie made the same statement the first time she came over to visit you apart from the museum. 

“You may come in”

Acerbus  Bitter, gloomy, and dark. 

Vampire. 

That was a word that was enough to make your stomach curl up into a million knots.

The cold ones. 

No one could have prepared you to put your girlfriend to rest. The person who you saw forever with, wanting to get married and have a couple of children too, was all nothing but a lie and impossible. It was so refreshing to you, like a kiss of air, and nature healing itself, but slowly your emotions and your joy turned into a rotting flower, decaying along with all of your emotions tinted black. Over the course of a few weeks, you’ve sharpened your knives and coated your doors in some kind of vampire repellent given to you by Abby. The blonde has taught you how to hunt and detect vampires, the power of the stake, and what unfinished business Abby had with taking down Ellie.

Ellie on the other hand, you haven’t seen in a few days. Maybe it was because you were distracted; the auburn girl turning to nothing but a whisper and rattle of the leaves, spiraling into another one of her disappearing acts. 

Now you stood at her very own tombstone, which seemed rather distasteful; bless you, but you were trespassing. Trailing behind Abby like a lost puppy as she took a hammer, drawing back her arm to slam onto the lock that was Ellie’s above-ground grave. Abby came up with a bright and elite plan on how to trap Ellie back at the museum, but the two of you couldn’t have done it without the weapon that knocked her into a stone coma for ages. No, it doesn’t kill her, but it would slow her down and freeze her until it was time for her to be brought back; which would be never. You thought it was beautiful, fresh marble and sleek black with roses surrounding the front entrance into her small 4x4 square, which the main entrance was blocked by a gate — with a hefty lock which you assumed was where Ellie’s casket had been placed. 

“The roses are fresh, I think it’s best if we hurry” Abby whispers, matching the tone of the wind that was spirling above the two of you.

Abby took her hands dragging them down at the lock which opened the gate to Ellie’s tomb. The inside was barely lit, with unlit candles surrounding Ellie’s coffin that had the lid wide open with chains dangling from it. Modern-day gothic– and eerie to the touch. As you took careful steps walking around it; it seemed almost impersonal. You wanted to cry and shrivel up, that the way you’d been living for 3 months was a lie, running your hands around the perimeter of her coffin as if you were looking down at a body inside. But there was nobody and you knew the worst would have to come for Ellie to soon return to her rightful place. Abby however got right to work, brushing past you to tap every corner of the brick, reaching for Ellie’s casket, and digging through the built-in cushions. Abby grunts until she stops when her fingers prick a sharp tool. 

“Ow!... I got it” Abby hissed as she pulled out a thick and sleek shiny silver dagger with Latin scriptures engraved into the handle and metal of the knife. Abby briefly wiped it against the leather, twirling it in her hand before taking a bag of mercury and dipping the tip of the knife into the material. All you could do is watch, stake in the back pocket of your jeans that was covered by your jacket. 

“So what now?” you pushed, putting a hand on your hip.

“We get the fuck ou—-”

Abby stopped talking briefly pulling you into a shadow, blocked by a pillar making you go unnoticed.

“What are you—” 

Abby shushed you, reaching a hand up to cover your mouth as you now heard what Abby was hearing. Strong, sloppy footsteps, walking into the tomb as the gate to the entranced creaked.

The stranger groaned before letting out a sniff into the air. 

“Y/n I know you’re here.” Ellie croaked, her voice slurring as she limped towards her own casket hovering over it with a loud creak as your body shook beneath Abby’s gentle touch. 

“The cats out of the bag babe, fuckin’... let’s just talk c’mon” Ellie pleaded as her boots squeaked against the floor as she was visibly pacing. 

You shook your head as Abby briefly turned your body around whispering to you.

It’s the only way. 

With that Abby pushed you out from the hiding spot making you let out a yelp as you stumbled onto the floor in front of Ellie. She looked demonic, unreal almost. Blood dripping down her chin spread against her chest, and her hair was a filthy mess. Her once-green eyes glowed a sweet red under the pale moonlight as she watched you crumble on the floor trying to stand up.

“There you are~” Ellie teased as she took a few steps towards you making you crawl back.

“Thought we were gonna have to play hide and seek glad you’re so smart” Ellie taunted as she turned around kicking over a few candles surrounding her casket. 

“What did you do?” You shouted, groaning as you used the nearby wall to push your weight up.

“Who did you kill?” 

Ellie laughed. You frowned; disgustedly watching as Ellie only laughed at your panicked state. She thought your fear was funny, she could smell it off of you. 

“Why? You scared?” Ellie jabbed tilting her head with a really? expression on her face. 

Ellie reached her arm out for you to take which you stared at as if she was infected, so she took it back rolling her eyes. Ellie slid off her leather jacket and threw it onto the floor at your feet giving you a perfect view of her spaghetti-strapped cami and the tattoo on her arm.

“I think of you when I feed you know…as my teeth sink down into someone so innocent, like a deer…”Ellie began as she walked towards you slowly making you walk backward moving away.

“Get away from me” you gritted taking the stake out from your back pocket and crossing it over your front pointing side up.

“Ooh~” Ellie teased as she walked even closer until the stake was lined up with her heart. “What are you gonna do, kill me?” Ellie whined giving you a false pout similar to when you first met her in the museum and she stole the book.

“Not even a kiss goodbye?” Ellie taunted, as her body hovered over yours pressing deepening to the stake that was carving into her shoulder.

“Only you could hurt me like this, god what are you doing?” Ellie whispered, with that the waterworks came through as you started to cry, sobbing viciously letting out cries of “get away” as she was in front of you.

“Shh…Shh…Shh” Elie started grabbing at your arms with a firm hold from the base of your wrist gripping tightly. “Don’t cry” Ellie comforted you as she kept one arm around yours holding the dagger and another one up at your temple to which she leaned in giving you a kiss on the cheek staining your cheek with blood. Not her blood or your own but someone else, making you cry even more.

“I don’t- I can’t…we’re over Ellie” You cried out, sniffling in between sobs as your head dropped in defeat. 

“I’m sorry I lied to you. . . I’m sorry for what I did. . .I can’t control it, you know that right?” Ellie took a large gulp as she backed away from you shaking out her hands. Ellie was suddenly getting nervous, panicking at the way you were crying.  “I just get these urges, I only feed when I want to feed off you so I don’t hurt you. Babe, please listen to me”

“I have to kill you.” You dropped the bomb as Ellie’s sudden panicked state turned defense; she was getting angry and hostile. “I let you into my home…I let you kiss me, I let you fuck me and you didn’t think once to tell me who you really were”

“How is that fair?”

Ellie was numb, staring at you; her lover with a deadpanned expression on her face, deprived of any emotion, she was being straightforward “If you are gonna kill me don’t use that it’s not gonna work” Ellie spat, backing away as she walked over to her coffin staring down at the white cushioning inside. Finally wiping her chin with the back of her hand. 

“You’re gonna let me kill you?” you inquired, lowering the dagger by your waist as you watched Ellie watch over her own coffin.

“Only you. Because I know eventually you’ll miss me and take it out and set me free.”

“You don’t know that” you shook your head.

“But I do, I always do” Ellie took the initiative to reach into the coffin similar to how Abby did when the two of you first entered the tomb, patting the bedding as her eyes scrunched up in confusion as she looked away from you.

“Wait where is it”

You knew what she was looking for.

“Y/n what did you do with the dagger that was in this coffin…god what is that smell who is in here with you” Ellie was growing pissed off; anger nagging at her as she was looking control again, fangs poking out on instinct as she grew hostile within the room.

“It’s just me…” 

Ellie shook her head closing the coffin. “No someone else is here I can feel them” 

“Ellie…it’s just me” you whispered, trying to convince her as best as you possibly good. There was no way she would buy it, but you could lie your ass off and hope she wouldn’t sniff out the hound. 

“You can’t kill me with that, I say you just go for it and let whoever took the main piece finish me off” 

“Ellie I can’t—”

“I love you!”

You froze, you were her lifeline her weakness. The tether that kept her together as your soul was indefinitely embedded in her own. I love you, so sentimental and meaningful you didn’t wanna use it lightly and in this moment you knew she wasn’t using it against you. 

“Hey…shhh don’t cry, I love you” 

You had no time to prepare, lost in her lustful green eyes, pupils dilating at the sight of you. As Abby snuck behind her, stabbing Ellie in the back making the both of you let out a gasp. Ellie looked down to her chest seeing the dagger poking through the other side of her body. Black blood pooled out and meshed with her black camisole. Ellie tilted her head to look at you, who had your arms steady around her shoulders so she wouldn’t tip over. Your Ellie gave you a faint smile. Your fear-stricken face, eyes wide as you looked at Abby who paced around Ellie to see if the dagger even worked. 

“H-have…fun”

“What?” you jabbed, face scrunching up in confusion. Ellie didn’t look afraid to die, hell she knew you would need her. Her words slurred as she was slowly succumbing to an endless slumber. 

“Have fun, my blood is….blood ‘n your veins…I’ve put…I put my blood in your tea. Good luck being a vampire baby fangs”

Baby fangs. 

Abby shouted NO! Behind you, but it was far too late. Ellie took out her hidden arm revealing a similar dagger to her very own; raising her arm up reflexively to jab it into your own neck as your blood started to pool out. No, it wasn’t going to kill you permanently. However, it would trigger a death into human you and allow you to become what Ellie was. What you tried so hard not to be. 

A bloodthirsty vengeful vampire. 

You panicked at your slow-beating heart; transcending you into a state of permanent drowsiness and immortality. Beats moving slower and slower as if your heart was put in a freezer locker and your body was chilling over. There was nothing you could do, it was too late. Tears pricked your eyes as a salty clear tear dripped down your face as you felt yourself lose consciousness collapsing on top of your already stoning lover. She betrayed you, the sneaky sly fox was ahead of you. A wolf in sheep’s clothing 

“I told you I loved you.”

© cowgirlcherrie

[the-halloween-jack]

The Day Before ➳ Damon Salvatore x Reader, Part 2.

Synopsis: The reader knows she is dying, and to save Damon from the pain of her death, she makes an extremely difficult decision. However, the aftermath of this decision takes a great toll on Damon and the people who know him. Damon Salvatore x Fem!Reader Platonic!Stefan Salvatore x Fem!Reader Platonic!Caroline Forbes x Fem!Reader WARNINGS: Angst, Death.  A/N: This is part two to a one-shot I posted a while ago, this piece will not make much sense without having read it. Masterlist Words: 1,859 Part One

Stefan could tell something was awry the moment he stepped through the doors of the old boarding house. The air inside was palpable, as if every molecule was weighed down with a tension — a stillness that pressed against his heightened senses, thick and unnatural. Damon was sitting in front of the fireplace, his silhouette stark against the warm glow of the flames, though there was nothing warm about this scene. His posture, Stefan noted, usually so full of restless energy, was eerily composed. Too composed. His gaze was fixed ahead, unblinking, the light flickering in his eyes was like a dull echo of something that had long since burned out.

Stefan took a careful breath; he was not sure why, but his instincts screamed that something was wrong.

The blood on Damon’s hands was subtle at first, easy to miss, but it did not take long for the dried crimson to catch Stefan’s eye, it crept up Damon’s knuckles, stark and seeped within the crevices of his pale, illuminated skin.

‘Damon?’ 

Stefan called out, his voice cautious, wary, like he was approaching a predator lying in wait. But there was no answer. Damon did not so much as flinch, his expression a mask of chilling indifference, eyes as lifeless as the logs slowly burning to cinder before him.

Stefan swallowed hard, the dread inside him growing heavier by the second. 

‘Damon,’ he repeated, stepping closer, his shoes tapping softly against the hardwood floor. He kept his voice calm, but he struggled to hide the tension underneath. 

‘What happened?’

For a moment, it was as if Damon had not even heard him. He remained silent, his face void of any feeling; it was as if he was not even present in the room—like his body was there, but his mind, his soul, had retreated somewhere unreachable. The lack of reaction was more terrifying than any outburst, more unnerving than any fit of rage. Damon, who thrived on conflict, on drama, was sitting there… deadened.

Stefan clenched his fists, trying to keep his voice steady, but he couldn’t suppress his rising panic. 

‘Damon, talk to me. What did you do?’ 

Stefan’s gaze shifted, once again glancing at the blood-encrusted upon the hands of his brother. 

Still nothing. It was as though Stefan’s words were dissolving into the suffocating silence of the room. And then, finally, Damon’s eyes flickered, just barely. He turned his head slowly toward his brother, his movements languid, almost robotic. When he spoke, his voice was hollow, stripped of the usual sarcasm and wit that would linger in his tone. It was flat and mechanical. 

‘I did what I had to.’

Stefan’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing. That lifeless tone, the vacant look in his eyes—it was all too familiar. He had seen this before. Damon had turned it off. He had flipped the switch, shut down his emotions, locked away everything that made him… him. Stefan’s stomach twisted with dread.

‘No,’ Stefan whispered, more to himself than to Damon. His pulse quickened, the realisation like a slap to the face, stinging and sharp. Damon had turned it off, but why? What had driven him to this point? What had happened?

He took a step closer, his voice firmer now, though his urgency seeped through. 

‘Damon, what did you do?’

Damon did not respond immediately. His gaze drifted lazily back upon the flames, as if Stefan’s question was of no consequence, as if nothing mattered anymore. 

‘What I had to,’ he repeated, his voice cold and empty, devoid of the fire that usually burned beneath his words. 

‘What I needed to. It doesn’t matter now.’

Stefan’s hands twitched, frustration boiling beneath his skin. He could feel Caroline approaching behind them, her presence like a ripple disturbing an already tense atmosphere. He did not turn to look at her, but he could feel her eyes on Damon, wide and fearful.

‘Damon?’  She whispered, her voice soft, hesitant, as though she was afraid to speak too loudly. She took a cautious step forward, her gaze shifting between the brothers. 

‘What’s going on? Why—' She broke off, noticing the dried blood on his hands. Her face paled. 

‘Why do you have blood on your hands?’

Stefan shook his head slightly, his thoughts racing. He felt sick; unease crawled up his spine in an icy shiver.

‘He’s turned it off,’ he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Caroline’s breath hitched, her eyes growing wide with alarm. 

‘No…’ Her voice was thick with fear as she looked at Damon, whose expression remained indifferent as if none of this concerned him. 

‘Why? Why would he do that? What happened?’

Stefan’s heart dropped. The pieces were falling into place, but he did not want to believe it. He did not want to accept what Damon’s cold demeanour was screaming to him, wordless. He needed to see Y/N.

Damon stood up slowly, his movements deliberate, his eyes not even bothering to focus on Stefan or Caroline. 

‘I wouldn’t wait for her,’ he said, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion as he turned toward the door. Stefan shuddered, it was as though Damon was in his head, maybe he had been. Then his body tensed, Damon's words registering with him; a rush of panic flooded his system. 

‘Damon, what did you do?’

He did not answer. Without another word, Damon disappeared in a blur of supernatural speed, the door slamming shut behind him with an ominous finality. The room fell into a suffocating silence once more, but now the silence was darker, heavier with the weight of what they did not know. What they did not want to know.

Caroline’s voice trembled as she turned toward Stefan.

‘What does he mean? Stefan, what happened?’

Stefan clenched his jaw, his chest tightening as dread settled over him. They needed to find out.

The sun was setting as Stefan and Caroline approached Y/N’s home, as they got closer, it became apparent what was wrong, it hung in the air like an unspoken fact, they knew there was only one thing that could push Damon to this state, one event that could force him over the edge. Neither of them wanted to admit what it meant; they evaded this truth so its awful pending reality could not hurt them, but the silence around the house was heavy with foreboding.

‘Do you smell that?’ 

Caroline asked, her voice shaking as she stepped inside the house, the faint scent of blood hitting her like a physical blow.

The knot in his stomach tightened as they ventured deeper into her house, everything was still and quiet; his senses told him no one was there, but the lingering smell of blood stood in sharp juxtaposition, unmistakable and overwhelming. Every creak of the floorboards, every gush of the wind against the windows, seemed so much louder with the absence of life; it felt like a warning.

The bedroom door was left slightly ajar, and Stefan hesitated, his palm on the handle, before pushing it open. 

His breath caught in his throat.

There, crumpled on the floor, lay Y/N’s confronting form, still and cold, her skin as spectral as the moonlight now filtering in through the curtains. Her hair was splayed out across the floor, and her eyes were gently shut, as though she were only sleeping, but the sight was uncanny, they would never open again. Her limbs were unmoving, her chest motionless, and the scent of blood, stronger now, lingered around her like a haunting reminder of what had happened.

Caroline gasped, stumbling back as tears sprang to her eyes. They had already known this, but they did not want to believe it; the confrontation had been too much to behold.

“No... no, no, no...” she whispered, her voice breaking as she brought her hands to her face. 

“Oh my God, Stefan…”

Stefan could not speak. He stumbled forward and dropped to his knees beside the girl, his hands shaking as he reached out to touch her. Her skin was cold, by now, the warmth of her vibrant life was long gone, perpetually a memory. His throat tightened, his chest heaving with a deep, aching sense of loss. 

Not only was she his brother’s love, but a friend of his own, and he had cared for her deeply. Y/N had made his brother happy in a way he had never known, a fact he was grateful for, but she had also been there for him, her kindness and compassion knowing no bounds. 

He stroked her hair and tucked it behind her ear, while a terrible burn at the base of his throat rose and shifted into a choked sob. He realised at once that she must have died alone.

And Damon had found her like this, horribly sallow and confronting.

He must have tried to save her; Stefan’s eyes numbly caught the dried blood upon her lips. He had given her his blood, but it had been too late. The emptiness within Damon’s eyes, the cold detachment—it made more sense now. Damon had not just lost her. This was not just death. 

He had failed her.

‘She was trying to leave,’ Caroline whispered through her tears, her gaze locked on the half-packed suitcase on the bed. She was trying to look anywhere but the girl lying lifeless on the hard floor.

‘I think she knew she was dying... and she didn’t tell us.’

Stefan closed his eyes, the weight of this truth crashing down upon him, she had knowingly left without a goodbye. Damon had found her like this. He had tried to save her. And when he was unable, when he finally realised he was too late, it had ruined him. The love he had for her, the hope he had surely held onto—only made this so much worse. Stefan found himself wishing he had been there for him, even if it did not change anything, and he imagined it would not have, Damon would still be gone now. 

His chest ached with the knowledge that his brother, despite not being there at the time, would have felt every second of her death because he could not save her. Damon had turned off his humanity because the idea of living without her had been too painful. It had destroyed him.

Caroline wiped her eyes, and her voice trembled with fear. 

‘What are we going to do? If Damon has no humanity... Stefan, he’s dangerous.’

Stefan’s fists clenched, and his mind raced. Damon had always been volatile, but this was different. He had nothing left to lose now. 

‘We have to find him,’ Stefan said, voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. 

‘Before he does something he can’t take back.’

But his words were meaningless, as he glanced towards Y/N’s desolate corpse, Stefan could not shake the gnawing fear, or rather, the fact that it was already too late. Y/n was dead, and Damon had gone with her. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead in farewell, knowing full well that he was kissing his brother goodbye along with her.

[powderblueblood]

POWDER. 29. SHE/THEY. WRITER. SCORPIO. 18+ ONLY.

i love all my children equally but bold are characters i am always super keen to write, italicised are characters i have less experience writing but am always happy to explore. this list is constantly evolving.

STRANGER THINGS — eddie munson, robin buckley, steve harrington, ronnie ecker, al munson, nancy wheeler RIVERDALE — veronica lodge, jughead jones, cheryl blossom JUSTIFIED — raylan givens, boyd crowder THE BEAR — carmen berzatto, sydney adamu, richie jermovich POKER FACE— charlie cale SUCCESSION — roman roy THE VAMPIRE DIARIES — bonnie bennett, damon salvatore, katherine pierce

SHIPS I'LL WRITE FOR — every single one of the characters above x reader, ronance, platonic!steddie, platonic!stobin, platonic!rennie, boydraylan jeronica, choni, sydcarmy, sydrichie,

TROPES I GO FERAL FOR — enemies to lovers, partners in crime, divorced couple energy, reluctant soulmates, grumpy + sunshine, pathetic lovedrunk moaning men, high status cunt women, mischievous little bastards, witches, vampires, ghosts, psychics, religious trauma, low-rent criminal enterprises, parental issues that are almost biblical, small towns with secrets that are too dark to keep

WHAT I WRITE — snark, angst, smut, fluff, dick jokes — i'm certifiably canon divergent in... almost everything

WHAT I DON'T — rpf, anything non-con, ddlg (but i'm not opposed to a reasonable age gap let's be real), m x m smut (couldn’t do it justice, could just do it dick jokes)

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I'll Try *Part 6*

Damon Salvatore X Son!Reader Klaus Mikaelson X Male!Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 1394

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Original Request

*Part 5*

Damon stormed into the house he now shared with his mother and his brother, walking straight over to the bourbon pouring himself a glass. “Is there a problem?” Lily asked. “Yes there is, you know in 1981 my girlfriend got pregnant and instead of being there for her and raising a child, Dad made me and Stefan pretend that we knew nothing about that, the only help that I could give her was helping her get out of town after she had the baby. She didn’t even want my help then, I think her words were ‘you didn’t care when I was pregnant why do you care now.’ I don’t know what she did after that because I left and now (Y/N) hates me.” He explained, Lily looked at him for a second. “(Y/N) is your son?” He asked. “Yes, he wants nothing to do with me, no matter how much I try to tell him that I’m sorry and that I want to try and make it right.” Damon explained, she stood from where she was sitting on the sofa. “Damon Salvatore, you, Stefan and I are going to find your son and we are going to convince him that we want to help him because he is family and if you want a relationship with him then you have to keep trying it doesn’t matter how many times your ego gets beaten, you know that what happened between you and his mother has nothing to do with him and was the best way to make sure that everyone stayed safe.” Lily said.

You had been sitting in the courtyard with Davina, Rebekah and Freya, you were all talking and messing around when you felt a sharp heat travel through your body before the world around you began to fade, before long you were falling Rebekah caught you as Davina called out for Marcel, who found Klaus and Kol while you were moved to your room.

Damon, Lily and Stefan had just arrived in the french quarter, they were looking for someone who might know where Klaus and the others had decided to live, Stefan was the one that caught sight of Elijah moving through the quarter looking worried. “You look concerned, is this a bad time?” Damon asked. “Damon, Stefan and…” Elijah trailed. “Lily Salvatore.” She answered. “Pleasure we’re a little busy right now, someone is threatening the family again so I must take my leave.” Elijah said as he attempted to step around them. “It’s (Y/N) again isn’t it?” Damon asked. “You're all supposed to be the strongest beings on the planet and that boy still needs to be wrapped in bubble wrap, I was here to talk to him anyway might as well help.” Elijah didn’t have time to argue and figured that it would be nice to have a few bodies to throw in front of his family members should they need to. “Come on.” Elijah ordered

When they got back to the house, they found Hayley was sitting with you, gently running her fingers through your hair as she talked to you softly and wiped the sweat from your head. You were shaking and seemed to be mumbling to yourself, if they didn’t know that you were a vampire, they would have said that you had some kind of flu. Klaus stood on the other side of the room with Davina and Freya “Elijah explained quickly.” Klaus ordered. “I know what’s wrong with him.” Lily gasped and they all looked at her. “Talk quickly, your family outstayed their welcome the moment they stepped foot in the quarter.” Klaus warned her. “Jualian must have taken some of his blood, he’s probably the one that is doing this, it will kill him eventually, I know how to cure him but you probably won’t like it.” Lily explained. “I will do anything for him, he’s like a son to me.” Hayley said standing from where she was sitting not getting very far before you reached out to stop her. “Name your price to save my little fighter.” Klaus said eyes are still fixed on your form. “You will need to find the person that turned him, was that any of you?” Lily asked. “It was Katherine Pierce.” Damon answered. “We need to find her, everything else is here, we need the blood of your family and mine as well as the magic of the two witches here. That should be enough to force the curse back into the earth and away from him.” Lily explained. Klaus turned and walked over to you, he crouched in front of you. “Mum, it’s so cold.” You muttered, your eyes were still closed and Klaus took a deep breath before leaning closer to you. “(Y/N) we’ve got a way to get you better but we need this necklace for a while.” “Save them.” You mumbled, Kol walked over lifting your body and Klaus unclasped the necklace. Klaus stood with the necklace in hand as he turned back to Lily. “This had better work.” Damon’s eyes widened as he looked at the necklace in Klaus’ hands. “What?” “We saved up for that necklace for (Y/M/N) and (Y/N), it was worth every hit that I got afterwards.” Damon explained as he looked at the pendent with the birthstone still nestled in it above the engraving of your name. Stefan walked over to you and settled, he’d stay here while the others went to get everything that they needed. Rebekah walked in with Hope on her hip, she nodded at the Salvatores before turning to Klaus. “Cami just dropped her off, Josh is going to come and get her so we can keep looking for a way to help (Y/N).” Rebekah explained. “What are you two doing here anyway? Elena get boring?” There was a small smirk on your face, it seemed that you could here some things going on in the room but you seemed to go down hill again.

It took two hours for Freya and Davina to finish the spell, in that time you seemed to have fallen into a coma-like state, the only reassurance being that you were breathing, with much arguing Klaus, Damon and Lily had managed to get everything else that they needed. Lily pointed to both of them “you both need to feed him some of your blood to help him heal and will you stop fighting, there were circumstances that led us here but now he needs you both.” Lily looks at her sons “do you love (Y/N)?” “More than anything.” Damon answered without a thought. “Of course he’s my nephew.” Stefan answered before Damon and Klaus fed him a small amount of their blood, there was a shaky truce and everything was silent for a second before someone's phone started ringing. “Can a man heal in peace, answer the goddamn phone.” You ordered in a drowsy voice, eyes still not opening. “Hey Car, we’re kind of in the middle of something, (Y/N) almost died.” Silence for a second “yeah we managed to save him, he just needs some time to heal.” another second of silence. “I’ll tell him. Caroline said that she’s glad you're okay.” “Is she?” You asked “Damon, I swear to god if you don’t answer that phone!” “Damon, where have you been? I've been texting you for like 5 hours. We have a concert in 2 hours!” Elena said. “Elena, I’m in New Orleans with Stefan, I have a chance to make it up to (Y/N) I’m going to take it, he’s my flesh and blood, I failed him once I should have been in his life a long time ago.” Damon said. “Why did you do that? I thought you were in love with her.” You muttered arm thrown over your eyes. “You're my son, if she really loves me then she will understand and move past it.” Damon answered with a shrug. “Well that’s all great but just because we’ve agreed on a truce doesn’t mean you can stay in my home, you’ll need to find yourself a room somewhere, off you go.” Klaus waved the Salvatore’s off. “Look after my son.” Damon ordered. “Obviously.” Klaus answered as they left you to heal up, with the hope that things would better from here.

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[notti-stellate]

Forever Alone

Edward Cullen x Salvatore!reader Salvatore brothers x platonic!reader

Word count: 0.7k

Proofread: Mostly

Warnings: Angst, Damon being a bad brother, fighting (kinda), yelling

Part 1/?

My phone was buzzing like crazy as I got ready for the party, I assumed it was the group chat I had with my friends. We were all pretty excited for the party, it was supposed to be the biggest of the year. I spent all afternoon doing my makeup and making sure my outfit was perfect. I had to look flawless as most of my boyfriend’s family were going to be there. Edward had spent hours begging his siblings to come, hoping that we could all hangout together. After I finished getting ready I gathered my brothers and our friends into the living room.

The first time our families met didn’t go very well, the night ending with arguing and Damon storming out. The Cullens left shortly after that after I apologized profusely to Carlisle. We’ve both hung out with each other’s family and gotten along well, both becoming part of the other’s family.

“Before we leave I need to talk with you guys,” I started, “Edward and his family are really important to me so I need you to be on your best behavior tonight, meaning that you at least try to get along with them.”

After I got all of them to agree we all shuffled out the door, all planning to ride together. I smiled as I read the text from Edward saying he talked to his family too and that they were on their way. Caroline nudged my shoulder teasingly when she saw me smiling at my phone. She was always pretty supportive of our relationship, making her one of my best friends. She completely understands how our friends tend to act around other vampires they don’t know.

As I climbed out of the car I immediately saw Edward standing by his car with his family, talking and laughing together. I shot Damon a look as we walked over, if he messes this up again I am definitely locking him in the basement. I knew he got the message when he rolled his eyes with a sigh.

When we reached Edwards car I gave him a small hug and greeted the rest of the family with a smile. I could tell that he was nervous by how tightly he was holding my hand as our families started to speak again, Caroline politely greeting everybody as we all walked into the party.

“God I hope tonight goes well,” I sighed as I leaned my head on Edward’s shoulder.

“Me too, love” he mumbled, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

It had been a few hours since the party started and it seemed to be going well, Stefan keeping his promise to make sure Damon didn’t do anything stupid. My nerves have calmed down a bit from the alcohol in my system.

Just as I went to get another drink I heard yelling from the other side of the room. By the time I got there Stefan was holding Damon back while Emmett was dragged in the other direction by Edward.

“Seriously,” I yelled, mostly at Damon, “you couldn’t control yourself for one night? God, you’re the oldest out of all of us, would you act like it for once?!”

Stefan and Jeremy pushed Damon outside while I went to talk to Edward. I found him sitting in the backyard with the rest of his family by his side.

“I am so sorry about him,” I said to them, “Damon can be very…stuck in his ways at times”

“It’s alright, y/n, you don’t need to apologize for him,” Emmett sighed,” but I think it’s best that our families stay away from each other for a while.”

I looked over at Edward, tears pricking my eyes as I realized that he agreed, we needed to stay away until we could both get a hold of our siblings. I nodded my head and turned away, walking back inside before I let a tear fall.

As I walked up to my room I realized something, Damon had promised he would never let us be happy, and he set on keeping his promise.

[samdeancass]

Confidant

Requested by: @lunarastrobabe

Pairing: Damon x fem!reader, Stefan x fem!reader (platonic)

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Damon, Y/N, Stefan

Description: Y/N is in love with Damon but doesn’t know how to tell him. She confides in Stefan about it, and he encourages her to tell Damon.

You stared longingly at Damon who was currently flirting with a random girl at the bar of Mystic Grill. A tinge of sadness washed over you as you wished that you were the one that he was flirting with, his arm slung around your neck. 

Truth is, you had been wanting Damon for a while. They had hatched when Klaus kidnapped you and used you as bait to lure the Salvatore brothers to him. Damon had rushed in and saved you from being his next blood bag, and since then your feelings for him only grew stronger. You had thought about telling him but you always held back in case he rejected you and it ruined your friendship. 

Footsteps sounded behind you and a smell of a mixture of books and wood invaded your nostrils. You smiled as you knew that it was Stefan standing behind you. “What do you want, Salvatore?” He leaned over to rest his chin on your shoulder. “I want to know why you’re sitting here, alone, ogling my brother.” A small blush crept onto your cheeks as you quickly turned away to look at Stefan. 

“I was not ogling him. I was simply checking to make sure that the girl was alright. We both know that Damon can be a bit full on sometimes.” Stefan raised an eyebrow and you just knew that he didn’t believe you. “C’mon, Y/N. You and I both know that’s not true. Drool was practically dripping out of your mouth.”

You laughed and playfully smacked his chest before your expression and demeanour turned sad and flat. “Hey, I was only kidding.” A look of concern settled on Stefan’s face as he pulled out the chair in front of you and sat down. “What’s the matter?”

A stray tear fell down your cheek. “I’ve fallen in love with Damon. Ever since he saved me from Klaus, I’ve just been feeling something more for him. Seeing him with other girls and knowing that I will never be one of them just hurts me so much.” Stefan looked a little confused by this point. “What makes you think that you’ll never be one of them girls? Have you told Damon how you feel?”

You shook your head. “I can’t. I don’t want to ruin our friendship if he doesn’t feel the same way.” Stefan smiled knowingly as he reached across the table and grabbed your hand, squeezing it. “Well, I happen to know something. Damon feels the same. He’s been telling me for months how he feels about you but he thought that you wouldn’t see him like that because of the way that he is.”

Your eyes widened and you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face. “Really?!” “Yes! Now go over there and tell him!” You got up and walked over to where Damon was standing at the bar, alone now.

“Hey, stud.” Damon smiled and turned to you, flashing that smile that you adored. “Your date gone to the bathroom?” He took a sip of whiskey. “Nope, gone home. She couldn’t handle her drink so her sister took her. Amateur.” You both laughed together until it turned into a comfortable silence.

“D, I have something to tell you. I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while but I was afraid that it would ruin our friendship and I couldn’t risk that.” “So, what’s changed?” He took another sip of whiskey, a little quicker this time as nervousness settled in his bones.”

“I’ve heard from a source that what I’m about to tell you will definitely not do that.” You turned to Stefan and smiled as Damon followed your gaze. His eyes narrowed at his brother who gave him a playful smirk. “I love you, Damon, and every day that passes, my feelings for you grow stronger. I want to be the one that you bring to bars and sling your arm around.”

Damon looked surprised at first but that expression soon turned into a smile as he took your hands in his, pulled you towards him and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that, Y/N. I love you to and I have done for a long time.”

He kissed your lips once more before getting up from the bar, giving you his hand and leading you towards the door. “Just remember you guys, when you get married, it was all thanks to me.” Stefan shouted across the room before Damon shot him a dirty look and walked you out of the bar to explore your new-found relationship.

The Vampire Diaries Tags:

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Some details about the fics to help your choice.

Companion in the Dark - PLATONIC Damon x Fem!Reader Angst ending with fluff with some tw that will include a lot of insecurities and self hate/ body hate. Damon is NOT the one that makes reader feel that way.

Phantom - Continuation of Compromised / Target Acquired

Never You - Angst with Klaus. Witch!Reader Klaus has his eyes on someone else.

A Price to Pay - Angst, Witch!Reader. All Magic comes with a price.

Forgiveness - Enhanced!Reader Continuation of Betrayal

A Glimpse At What Will Never Be - Maximoff!Reader Angst. Also a Song Fic to Girl Crush by Little Big Town

Clarity - Angst. Vampire!Reader

[deadlymistletoe]

WIP Game

Thank you for the tag, @bookworm-with-coffee!

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Considering I have way too many WIP's, a lot of with are currently abandoned or forgotten, here's the main ones I'm working on/have hope for.

I'm open to sharing snippets or answering any questions you may have about them!

{Untitled 1}: Fluff. Your boyfriend asks you to go on some errands with his brother on a hunt in order to ‘bond’, but when have things ever been that simple? Especially when Castiel decides to tag along too. Mostly platonic with background Dean Winchester x Reader {Supernatural}

{Untitled 2}: Angst. On the anniversary of being separated from your beloved son by the devil known as Peter Pan, you and Killian despair under the moonlight with thoughts of your failure. Killian Jones x Reader {Once Upon A Time}

p.s. as soon as 'untitled 2' gets a title it'll be ready to post.

{Never Let You Fall}: Angst, Romance, H/C. When an enemy from Damon's past shows up, Damon proves that he will never let you fall. Literally. Damon Salvatore x Reader {The Vampire Diaries}

{Official Business}: Romance (getting together), fluff. When you go with a group from Iron Hills to assist with Erebor’s rebuilding, Kili immediately falls head-over-heels in love with you, but you mistake his attempts at flirting for friendly behaviour. Kili x Darrowdam!Reader {The Hobbit}

{Drive}: Slight angst, comfort. When Sam in injured on a hunt and suggests you drive home, you're forced to confess something you never wanted your longtime crush to know; you don't know how to drive. Sam Winchester x Reader {Supernatural}

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P.s. if your request is not on here, it does not mean I'm not doing it - I just haven't been able to write much this year, trust me, it's coming at some stage.

Five tags for Five WIP's:

@imagines--galore, @thewitchkingiscool-ace, @lady-of-imladris, @wordbunch, @coopsgirl

[bloody-cupcakes]

Masterlist~

I could be a better boyfriend than him..

Kate Bishop

Kate Bishop x yandere/dark gn reader scenario: you express your displeasure to her laughing at your love letters

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Damon Salvatore

Damon Salvatore x yandere/dark gn reader scenario: he finds out who you really are

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Regina Mills

Yandere/dark Regina Mills x gn reader scenario: her catching you trying to escape and punishing you for it

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Tenth Doctor

Yandere/dark! Tenth Doctor x gn reader scenario: he helps you celebrate your birthday

Yandere/dark! Tenth Doctor x gn teen reader scenario: you ask to be taken back to earth after a few too many adventures (platonic)

Yandere/dark! Tenth Doctor x gn teen reader scenario: you discover he's purposely keeping you from leaving (platonic)

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Eleventh Doctor

Yandere/dark! Eleventh Doctor x gn reader scenario: he scares you into a fit of hysteria by yelling at you

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Twelfth Doctor

Yandere/dark! Twelfth Doctor x gn reader scenario: he visits you in the vault

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Thirteenth Doctor

Yandere/dark! Thirteenth Doctor x gn reader scenario: she force-feeds you when you refuse to eat

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Martha Jones

Martha Jones x yandere/dark! Timelord! gn reader

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Missy/Gomez! Master

Yandere/dark! Missy/Gomez! Master x gn reader scenario: she fingers you while you're trying to sleep

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Whittaker! Master

Yandere/dark! Whittaker! Master x gn reader scenario: you get caught trying to escape

Yandere/dark! Whittaker! Master x gn reader scenario: after trying to escape, you're forced to make it up to her to avoid punishment

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Jason Dean

Jason Dean x yandere/dark! gn reader scenario: you stalk follow him wherever he goes

Jason Dean x yandere/dark! male reader scenario: you love further corrupting your already less-than-innocent boyfriend

Yandere! Jason Dean x gn reader x yandere! Veronica Sawyer scenario: you worry about messing up their murder plans

Jason Dean x yandere/dark! gn reader scenario: play fighting that turns into you teasing him for getting turned on

Jason Dean x yandere/dark! gn reader scenario: you're visibly crazier and more noticeable than he is

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Veronica Sawyer

Yandere! Jason Dean x gn reader x yandere! Veronica Sawyer scenario: you worry about messing up their murder plans

Manipulative yandere! Veronica Sawyer x gn reader (headcanons)

Manipulative yandere! Veronica Sawyer x gn reader

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John Bender

Yandere/dark! John Bender x yandere/dark! gn reader scenario: you're visibly crazier and more noticeable than he is

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Allison Reynolds

Yandere/dark! Allison Reynolds x gn reader scenario: she grows obsessed with you after becoming your friend

I could do the shit that he never did..

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Can I request something about TVD?

Do you prefer to write platonic relationships (like Stefan x Salvatore Sister) or loving relationships like (Damon x Reader)?

Go for it! (Just so you know though, I haven’t finished it, im only on season 5, so please no spoilers 🫶)

I feel like platonic/sibling relationships are definitely my strong suite