Author: angryzen 
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Bamon
Summary: One does not go in for a kiss when the object of one's affection gave herself a nightmare because she was so determined not to give one an inch.
A/N: This prompt wasn't intended as one, but one of the people I follow on Tumblr used it as a tag on a Idris Elba photo (I think). I loved it so ( Read more... )

Bonnie dropped Damon on his oversized bed, and because he had been putting his weight on her, she went down too. “Oof,” she let out when she landed on top of him.

Damon sighed contentedly.

Bonnie huffed. “Okay.” She was out of breath from dragging him from the bar to her car, from her car to the boarding house, up the stairs, through the hallway ( Read more... )

Bonnie jumped down from the moving truck she and her dad had used to pick up some furniture for the upcoming masquerade ball.

“I’m gonna find some people to help carry the things inside,” her dad said as he threw her the keys.

“Okay,” she said lightly with a shrug. She smiled as she watched him go inside. She had at first debated volunteering ( Read more... )

The scotch traveled down Damon’s stomach to mix with the pain, guilt, and resentment that churned there. He stared unseeingly into the fireplace, the only light in the entire mansion. He was home alone. Stefan always disappeared off to some place this time of year. He didn’t know where he went every time, but he knew he did not go to Elena.

His mind ( Read more... )

It had briefly occurred to her that his body was too limp when he finally fell. She tried to crush the panic threatening to rise as she drew the circle on her floorboard. She could not go to him just yet. He had kept the demon busy long enough for her to catch her breath and push past her bruises, her cuts, and the pain in order to get up and start ( Read more... )

Bonnie fixed her eyes on the cue ball. She was going to score this time. She could feel it. She thrusted the cue stick and missed the ball completely. “Damn it!” she said, her words laced with frustration as she straightened.

Damon pursed his lips in amusement before asking, “What the hell’s wrong with your hand-eye coordination? Aren’t you a ( Read more... )

Bonnie dry-washed her face as she watched Damon stroke his member. His thumb brushed the head, and he shuddered. Bonnie moaned, scooting to the edge of her seat as she bit her lip. She was past being surprised at what she was doing. She rested one of her hands on the desk and slid the other above the crystal ball. The image wavered and bobbed, and ( Read more... )

Bonnie glanced behind her to the back of the truck where Mason lay. She righted herself with a quick look to Damon who was driving like there wasn’t an unconscious body in the truck. An unconscious body she had helped capture. She knew that when Stefan figured out that it was Katherine she had seen with Mason that he would get with Damon and figure ( Read more... )

Bonnie’s alarm clock rang before sunrise. The clock turned out to be unnecessary. She barely got any sleep during the night, because she had been so excited. It was May 1st, and she would be celebrating Beltaine for the first time. Her first Wiccan holiday. She stopped the loud clock and sprung out of bed. She opened her curtains and listened. ( Read more... )

Bonnie flipped the page to grams’ spell book and continued reading. The entry was about sleeping potions. It talked about the different ways to make it effective (inhalation or ingestion), how pungent to make it depending on how long it is desired that the victim stays down, or if it is simply intended that the victim becomes disoriented. It also ( Read more... )