The Vampire Diaries Imagines

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Imagine Matt protecting you even if he's weaker than whoever is bothering you

Matt Donovan was hands down the sweetest man in Mystic Falls. Heck, make it the sweetest man in existence.

He was always taking care of you, always protecting you and making sure you were alright and happy and comfortable with everything. He wasn't even officially your boyfriend, he was just something between that and a friend, and still, despite you not giving him the right to kiss you every day and hold your hand, he made his everything to keep you safe and satisfied.

Though he did have an unpleasant habit of getting into trouble just to protect you, since he did his everything to keep you on your comfort zone, even if it meant challenging bigger, stronger, dangerous guys. Saying he had never before fought men twice his size would be a lie, it would be a big, fat lie. Matt was never afraid to get punched or kicked, or maybe he was, but he didn't let his fear stop him from doing his all for the girl he cared about the most.

Sometimes you felt bad for not starting a relationship, but he always told you he was fine with being friends, or something slightly more. You knew for sure it was a lie, so once in a while you thanked him for saving you from the men harassing you by giving a big kiss on his cheek.

"Woah there. Back off."

You snapped your head up and spotted Matt standing between you and a muscular, broad man. Of course. There wasn't a day without him fighting for you, but he was never weak or covered in bruises, all thanks to the vampire blood running in Mystic Falls. Sometimes Matt didn't want to take it, but when he remembered how he wouldn't be able to protect you the next day, he took the offered blood like a brave kid who was being pushed to eat his vegetables.

Yes, you were fully capable of protecting yourself, by yourself, for yourself, but Matt had grown obsessed with doing it for you and you allowed him to do so. For God's sakes if there was anything you did not want to do, it was losing Matt's friendship.

And sometimes there were days when you just didn't have the motivation, want or energy to stop guys from flirting with you, and it was very clear to everyone that it could end horribly.

"Yeah, who do you think you are? Her boyfriend?", the tall, strong man in front of Matt commented and earned mocking laughters from his friends while he crossed his arms. Matt crossed his, after straightening his football jacket and the people around him let out surprised noises, loud oohs and wild wows while covering their mouths, fully aware of the challenge Matt was setting on the table as he stood bravely against the man in front of him.

"No, but neither are you. So, back off, and take you and your trashy little group elsewhere. We don't need jerks like you hanging around in the Grill, or near Y/N", Matt defended himself and you too, receiving a glare from the man before him.

The man who had tried to approach you took a step away but then suddenly moved back and threw his fist in the air, causing you to scream and warn Matt but it was far too late. The man's fist connected with Matt's jaw and he collapsed onto the floor, where he groaned and spat out blood that began to collect in his mouth. The brave young man got up from the floor, and while you held your chest in fear and panic, he aimed his fist to the stranger's stomach and managed to smack the air out of the bastard.

Matt received more punches, kicks and ended up to the floor where the whole gang harassed him until you stopped them from continuing.

"Leave him alone! You came to me to attempt flirting, to hit on me, but do you really think that hitting my friend helps you with that? Well it doesn't. I don't have the slightest interest in talking to any of you, so why don't you do what the amazing, lovely, wonderful boy here said and leave", you shouted, stopping the men from beating Matt and a bartender from approaching you, probably to kick everyone out.

The gang left Matt alone, though hesitantly, but eventually they walked out of the Grill and gave you time to help your knight in bloody football jacket up from the floor. Multiple groans escaped Matt's mouth, slipped from between his lips and filled the whole Mystic Grill as you set him on one of the chairs and yelled for one of the workers to get some ice.

"Poor Matt... I'm so sorry, you really shouldn't-", you started, but then looked down for a second, suddenly wanting to do something else instead of talking more. So you did.

So you pressed your lips on Matt's cut ones, and suffocated his moans of pain while deepening the kiss until it was passionate and loving enough to cover his pain with love. The people in Mystic Grill erupted into applauses and you were given displays of respect, kindness and well, some whistles too. Matt earned a lot of pats on the shoulder for finally getting the girl, and you couldn't help but smile.

"Took me too much time to finally do that", you breathed out, against Matt's lips and made him chuckle while holding the delivered ice pack against his kicked side.

"It was all worth the while", he just said before kissing you again.