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Don't You Dare(Damon)

Angst/Fluff: Reader x Damon Salvatore

Imagine your best friend Damon stepping out of line in a serious argument, and you put him in his place, and he kisses you.

"You're seriously blaming this whole situation on me?! You think it's my fault Stefan flew off the rails and flipped his switch?!" you cried.
  "Yes, (Y/N),  when you put it like that, I realize I kinda do, no matter how wrong it is!" Your friend Damon  yelled.
  "Don't you dare raise your voice at me! Not after everything I do for everybody I know, and everything I do for you and your brother, Damon!" You boomed. "I'm here at your every beck and call, maybe against my own better judgement, or my own well-being! I put things aside for you, I risk my life for you, and I make plenty of sacrifices for you! I even let you treat me like sh*t sometimes, because I know you're in a bad place, and I know how you're used to being treated! I think about every little thing about you before I speak or make decisions! Would it kill you to even second-guess yourself before blaming me for your brother's own decision to flip his switch and become a ripper again?!"
"Then why do you come around?! Obviously it causes you so much pain, and you're better off staying away from me!" He shouted angrily.
  "You know, Damon, that's not even what I said! I never said you were a bad guy. If that's what I thought, I wouldn't even be standing here right now. I'm here because I won't give up on you, even though you're being a complete dick right now, because I've seen you at your best, Damon, and it is a beautiful thing. You are an amazing guy when you allow yourself to be!"
  "Stop it! Just stop! You can't just yell at me about all of my worst flaws and claim it's because you care! I see how you look at me," Damon breathed. 
"You know what, Damon?" you sobbed. "You would think that being all humble and broody, and thinking that you don't deserve anyone, would be refreshing, but no. It isn't, Damon. Get over yourself, and quit acting like you're all alone in this world! There is real loneliness in this world, Damon Salvatore, I've seen it, and it is much, much worse than what you have! You have people who love you so much, and who would be willing to give you the world if you needed it, or maybe even if you just asked them for it! When you refuse help from the people who care about you, and are cruel to them just to push them away, even if you think it's for their own good, it's really not! All you're doing is losing a friend. All you're doing is making someone think their love isn't enough for you, and making them think they did something wrong, or that there's something fundamentally wrong with them! All that does is hurt people, Damon!" You cried. "And I've had enough of it!"

What you said really resonated with him. Damon Salvatore said absolutely nothing, remained silent, contemplating what you'd said. Maybe he felt very badly about how he'd been treating you lately. You had no idea what was going through his head. He started by giving you an apologetic, tearful smile.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he said quietly.

  "It's fine, Damon," you decided. "I shouldn't have yell—"

And before you could even finish your sentence, Damon's lips were on yours, hungrily seeking arousal. He didn't understand how, but he was both sad, angry, confused, and turned on all at the exact same time. He pulled away fiercely, staring intensely into your eyes, searching for answers.

  "Why did you kiss me back?"" he gasped breathlessly.
  "Because...." you murmured. "Because I love you."
  "You'd kiss me even though I'm being horrible to you right now?" He asked in disbelief.

  "Yes," you nodded. "Because believe it or not, you know how not to be horrible. You're not being horrible. You're being human. You're just afraid."
  "You don't have to love me, you know," Damon Salvatore murmured. "You can love someone who won't flip out on you, or waste your time spiraling off into insanity."
  "But I want to love you. And I don't think you're a waste of time, or a lost cause. I honestly wouldn't be here, at that point," you explained. "Besides, it doesn't work that way. You really know you love someone when you wish you could care just a little less, but at the same time you don't."
  "I'm sorry I somehow made you love me," Damon whispered, touching his forehead to yours. "You deserve someone better."
  "Don't apologize. It is what it is, and I don't regret anything. I love you. You have me in the palm of your hand, Damon. I let you in, and you let me in. I love you and I want all of you, scars and all. All you gotta do is never stop caring about me like you do," you promised.
  "Well, that's easy, then," Damon Salvatore reasoned. "I already know I never will."