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So I had a Thought™
As a Dabi girlie, who is always and forever also a Damon Salvatore girlie, I've realized that a lot of fanon Dabi is almost exactly like Damon.
The lil playful personality that either masks his pain, or just for shits n giggles depending on the mood, the teasing borderline lovable bullying, the burn the world down to keep you warm vibes, the hates everyone but you schtick, the dark, broody thing they have going on....not to mention the black hair & blue eyes combo.....
Especially if it's set without quirks? And it's in like college, or even a few Bassist Touya AUs or something??? Ooohh that's Damon
I think I've also been subconsciously characterizing Dabi as Damon in certain ways sometimes...
So anyways
Damon Salvatore | The Vampire Diaries | Not my gif | Requested
Y/N: Crap! I’m going to be late. *starts to get dressed in a hurry*
Damon: *confused* Late for what?
Y/N: *slightly smiles* To class. Since I am still human, I have to live a human life style which means going to college and getting a job.
Damon: *takes your shirt* You know you don’t have to do that. I can just compel everything for you. You don’t have to go.
Y/N: *laughs* I wish it were that easy. I like to work for what I want. Which that I really have to go now. So if you could just give me my shirt...
Damon: *smiles* Stay with me. I don’t want you to go. You can just go tomorrow. The school will still be there.
Y/N: *gets a new shirt* And then tomorrow the same thing will happen. You’ll want me to stay, I’ll say no, you’ll take my clothes, and then I’ll end up staying. I can’t miss school all the time Damon.
Damon: *pouts* But I love you.
Y/N: *leans in and kisses him quickly* I love you too. Which is why I’ll see you later, okay. Behave. *walks out the bedroom*
Damon: *scoffs* Behave. Has she met me.
Requests are OPEN!
Damon Salvatore | The Vampire Diaries | Not my gif
Requests are OPEN
Klaus Mikaelson | The Vampire Diaries | Not my gif
Requests are OPEN
Damon Salvatore | The Vampire Diaries | Not my gif
Requests are OPEN
I decided to draw my girlie…
Bro they’re still adding seasons it’s been 14 years😭😭
go to sleep x damon albarn
*fluff*
tw for anxiety and hypochondria
i walked up the stairs of our apartment getting ready to go to bed. i did this everyday, get ready, listen to music, fall asleep. but some nights that was just too hard.
i was laying in bed waiting for damon as i started to look at my chest. i found a red mark on it, almost like a blood vessel. i started to get a little hot as i stared at it. i felt around and noticed a dent also, it hurt a bit. my mind went stright too my chest incaving. i couldn’t wait much longer, i had to get some sort of reassurance. i ran down the stairs with a worried expression.
“hey baby” he looked and saw my face and his dropped to a sadend expression “oh no what’s wrong” he whispered trying to be careful with his words.
i started to tear up, i hated doing this too him. i was always worrying and bothering him with something.
“i found another spot, my chest hurts, my head hurts, and i feel dizzy” i said quietly. that sentence was like a mantra for me.
“oh come here” he wrapped me in hug “i know no matter what i say it won’t change your mind but i promise i’m here, and while i’m here nothing is going to happen”
i rubbed my fave into his tee shirt feeling the warmth of his chest. i could hear his heartbeat and it made me smile. we were here and we were okay.
damon then lifted me up on to the counter as he let go of the hug. i watched him as he walked to our fridge and grabbed me some water. he then reached up further and grabbed the ice cream. he turned and smiled a dorky smile at me. he always knew how to make me feel better.
he grabbed my hand and helped me off the counter. he pulled me too our bedroom, lightly gripping my hand.
he jumped on the bed and patted the side next to him as an indication for me too join him.
i blushed a little at how many butterflies he gave me even after all this time.
i crawled up next to him and we started eating the ice cream. with his other hand he grabbed his ipad and put on our favorite show on netflix.
while watching the show i could see damon get sleepy, but i knew he was only staying up to make sure i felt safe.
i reached for my heart ever so slightly to check my pulse. it was a compulsion i had, i just wanted to make sure i was still alive and my heart hasn’t stopped.
“i can see you” he knew this was something i shouldn’t do. something that is just feeding my anxiety more fuel.
“i’m sorry” i said, i didn’t want him to be mad.
“don’t apologize that’s what i’m here for, that’s what your here for too. we’re here for each other”
he always knew exactly what i needed to hear.
i watched the rest of the show with my head leaning in damon’s shoulder. my eyes shutting little by little.
“go to sleep bby, i’ll be here right when you wake up” i nodded, i really needed rest and so does he.
we eventually both fell asleep in that position while damon played with my hair and i traced partterns on his chest.
i felt at peace with him, before when i was on my own doing this stuff i’d cry for hours. but now i feel so settled with him.
he made me feel so safe and so welcome. he is my home.
💦✨💦✨💦
Referencia
Dibujos sencillos que he hecho desde hace tiempo jajaja
No he publicado por aquí jaja 😅
El de la izquierda es de una amiga que compartimos interactuando con nuestros Ocs
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Author's Note: I have written a second part to this one-shot that I posted many moons ago, here is a quick reblog to hopefully get it into circulation again before the new part is posted. I never planned for a second part, but it kind of happened anyway and I think it works well. I thought it would be fun to explore the aftermath of this event, and how it would affect some of the characters of Mystic Falls. Keep in tune! It should be up within the next day or so.
The Day Before ➳ Damon Salvatore x TerminallySick!reader One-Shot
Synopsis: The reader knows she is dying and to save Damon the pain of her death she makes an extremely difficult decision.
Damon Salvatore x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Angst, Death.
Masterlist
A/N: This is my first time writing for Damon Salvatore, hopefully this is the first of many.
Words: 1,538
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The Day Before ✢ Damon Salvatore
Synopsis: The reader knows she is dying and to save Damon the pain of her death she makes an extremely difficult decision.
Damon Salvatore x Reader, female pronouns.
Warnings: Angst, Death.
Masterlist
Notes: This is my first time writing for Damon Salvatore, hopefully, this is the first of many.
Words: 1,538
Y/N’s heart sunk as she glanced down at the beads of blood glistening on the tissue she clutched in her hand, she had received news the day before that her cancer had metastasised to her lungs, though she did not realise that her condition would worsen so swiftly.
Y/N knew she would not be able to hide it for much longer, every day she became more crippled and with every passing moment her façade threatened to unveil.
Her friends had experienced too much loss and the idea of adding to it made her stomach churn sickeningly. She would not allow them to grieve her; which is why she was leaving.
Through clouded eyes she began bundling all of her possessions into a small suitcase, she did not pay much mind to what she grabbed, it would not need to last her very long.
Though when she reached a small photo album sitting on her bedside table her heart jolted, with shaking hands she flipped open the small winsome book, and sure enough, smiling back at her were the faces of her beloved friends.
She brushed her fingers over each and everyone of their grins, smiling through her tears as she recalled the moment she had taken it. Though her hand halted when she reached the last face, she could have sworn she felt her heart beating in her throat.
Damon.
It had not yet occurred to her that she would never see him again. The pain she felt at that realisation was crippling. She would never feel his gentle caress against her body or his lips on her cheek; Damon’s touch was lost on her forever. All that she had to carry her to her deathbed was his picture and her feeble memory, and that would never be enough.
Before she met him Y/N would not have believed a love so potent was possible, though she was very agreeably proved wrong. Even while living in Mystic Falls with all its theatrical and apprehensive infamousness, Y/N had never been happier. And that was entirely the work of Damon.
Y/N knew her death would break him and she knew the kind of person Damon became when he was broken. If she left without an explanation he would eventually make his own assumptions and any assumption he made surely could not hurt him like the truth.
She knew he would try and find her, she could only wish he was never successful. The decision she was making was far from easy, but it was easier than knowing he was mourning for her; hurting because of her.
Damon was always abundantly clear on the life he wanted for them, he yearned to turn her and live for eternity at each other's sides. Though Y/N was never sure what she wanted, she did not want to be rash and he respected that. Though now any chance of her accepting his vision was lost perpetually. She could never become like him, the possibility was lost the moment she was diagnosed with cancer; vampire blood could not fix her now.
Y/N was riddled with guilt and regret, she knew she should have said yes when he first told her what he wanted; because now in the face of death, she yearned for it too. For months the abstraction of the undying life she could have had with Damon had been eating away at her. She laughed humourlessly at the malevolent irony of her situation.
Y/N could not bear to spend another second thinking of the near future and what could have been, so to ease her mind she thought of the day before. The day that, albeit unknowingly, would become their final moments together. It was not a grand affair, they had simply spent the day in each other's company.
They watched TV, had a nap and Damon had even offered to cook dinner, and even though he failed miserably it had still meant so much to her. She believes he noticed she was feeling unwell and was doing what he could to make her better.
But it was the final moment that had meant the most to her; when he wrapped her in his arms at the end of the day as he was leaving and whispered that he loved her. Tears ran hot down her cheeks at the realisation that it would be the last time she heard him say those words.
A sudden feeling of lightheadedness had Y/N rushing to sit on the edge of her bed, she should not be stressing herself out like this, she knew it would only worsen her condition. Though she could not stop the unfathomable feeling of guilt stewing within her, It made her sick; she could not leave him without so much as a goodbye.
Going against everything she had planned since her diagnosis she turned to the messily packed suitcase and began unravelling it.
Another wave of sickness overcame her, though this time disparate. Y/N felt her body go slack, her possessions slipping from her weak grasp and falling back into their places in the case. Her body slipped downwards from the bed and found itself docile against the floorboards.
She had started coughing up blood again when the realisation crushed her. This was it. Just as she decided to see Damon karma unfurled its caustic tendrils and enveloped her. She swore she could feel the life depleting from her body. Y/N felt akin to a spectre as darkness shrouded her being like a void, plunging her into nothingness. She was lost to the world. Her glassy, lifeless eyes stared above her; forever immortalised with the fear of never seeing him again.
Y/N had not been answering her phone and Damon knew the consternation he felt brewing because of it was completely irrational, but he found himself headed to her house regardless; he wanted to see her anyway.
When Y/N’s house met his line of sight the sound of a lack of life immediately registered with him, he could not hear her breathing nor the beating of her heart and there was certainly no sound of her usual bustle.
He concluded that she must not have been home, though before he could turn around to leave he noticed with furrowed eyebrows that her car was still in the driveway. He picked up his pace as he closed the rest of the distance.
He pushed open the creaking old door and when the smell of her exposed blood met him immediately, his heart was sent into a panicked frenzy. Before a second had passed he used his speed to send him straight into her bedroom. But the macabre sight on the floor halted him. He discerned that her skin was the colour of death and the stillness of her frame was much the same.
He repudiated this thought as he felt the veins grow black beneath his eyes, his fangs coming to meet his wrist. He sped to her limp body and placed his bloodied arm against her cold lips, they remained unmoving.
‘No...’ he barely gasped out, ‘You need to drink this Y/N, it’ll help you.’
He shook her shoulders, her whole body moving with the disruption. Damon’s vision dimmed through the welling of his tears. He forced her taut jaw wider trying to force down his blood. He choked down his sobs as he continued to plead with her.
‘Please drink, you need to drink… Please.’
His weeps quaked in his chest, unwillingly observing her lack of heartbeat. He removed his wrist from her lips, replacing it with his mouth and breathing air into her empty lungs. He placed his hands on her chest and tried desperately to recall the steps of resuscitation, but his efforts were futile.
With an all-consuming sense of despair, his hands fell slack from her inanimate frame and he acknowledged what he had known all along.
She was dead.
The sobs that passed his lips were inhuman in sound, with shaking hands he used the pad of his fingers to gently pull the eyelids over her glassy eyes. Damon then pulled her torso up to his chest and rested his chin on the top of her head.
For the first time since he had arrived the sight of a half-packed suitcase entered his concentration. He realised hollowly she had been trying to leave. She knew she was dying and was trying to leave anyway. He wanted to feel angry at her, but no emotion could supersede the severe sense of dejection he was under.
Who knows how long he would have been living in blissful ignorance, thinking he resided in a sphere where she still existed, a world where she still lived.
Damon knew he could not live in a world where she did not exist. This was a pain he could not overcome, a pain he would not overcome. Her death left his humanity in shreds, and Damon knew at once he could no longer function with it extant. His emotions left him like a flame getting put out, the enthralling love he had felt for her the day before all but a memory.
Here is the link to a second part if you're interested. I thought it would be interesting to write Damon with no humanity, Part two.
Every comment and piece of advice is welcomed and appreciated <3