Some Severance, if you will. - Damon Salvatore x OC

Notes: i dont think I have an order for all these fics with my Oc. Just the timeline in TVD is weird, I try to make sense of it, but ehh

Oc: Eleanor Gilbert

Another day, another hassle. Elle works at Mystic Falls High School, despite attending it in her youth. She hands out flyers for the latest school play, ‘Little Red Riding Hood’. Elle actually hates this school. She had to fill in as the history teacher, after Mr. Tanner died.

Elle looks to see Stefan talking to Elena. How she giggles, touching his arm. Elle had got the idea that they’re back together.

She tries shrugging it off. The depression going stronger than she had hoped. She takes a deep breath, putting away the rest of the flyers. Elle goes to her car, gripping the steering wheel.

“Feeling down?” Damon just shows up, knocking on her window.

Elle freezes, startled. “Damon? Fuck! You scared me.”

“I was trying to.” Damon gets in the passenger seat of her car.

“What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to pick up Stefan?” Elle raises her eyebrows.

“Heh, I was, but he’s already got a ride.” Damon says, pointing his finger outside.

Stefan gets in Elena’s car, driving home together.

Elle bites her tongue. “You’re not helping.”

Damon smirks. “I am. I’m trying to get you to see how much of a tool Stefan is.”

“You’re such a tool. They named a band after you.” Elle rolls her eyes.

“You’re dodging the obvious. If you weren’t such a coward and hiding your feelings, you’d be just like Elena right now.” Damon brushes her hair behind her ear, getting under her skin.

Elle turns her head sharply. “I am not Elena. I’m my own person.”

“Listen, I’m not trying to compare you and your sister.-“

Elle cuts him off. “You are, though. How would you like if I talked about you and Stefan that way.”

Damon raises his hands in mock surrender. “Elle, you’re the one who put yourself in this situation, but you know that he will only choose Elena. You’re obsolete.”

Elle bites her lip harshly. Damon’s eyes snapped right to her lips. He places a hand on the back of Elle’s neck.

“I, on the other hand, don’t see you that way.” Damon whispers. “I remember the way how you were when you were a kid. You weren’t afraid of anything. Even me.”

Elle sighs deeply. “You’re gross. I can’t believe you remember that.”

“Little Red Riding Hood, is it? How cute. You should be the main character.” His fangs graze her neck.

Elle inhales sharply. “Damon, just shut up. You’re not going to use your influence on me.”

Damon chuckles. A dark chuckle that showed he had thought of it. “I wouldn’t. I respect you too much.”

“Oh, but you didn’t respect Caroline?” Elle scoffs. “You treated her like a piece of meat, you-“

He kisses her, shutting her up. Elle pulls away immediately. “Disgusting, Damon.” She wipes his kiss off her lips.

“What? Why? That’s just a little severance package. You don’t have to like me, but I like you. More than my other girlfriends.” Damon rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

“Just get away from me. You’ve been my boogeyman since I was fifteen.” Elle crosses her arms.

“Boogeyman, huh?” Damon flashes his signature smirk. “It’s nice you still think about me.”

Elle feels a sense of cold in the car. The air conditioning wasn’t even on. She could see the fog rolling underneath her wheels. “Damon, I’m not tolerating another situation where you’re on top and I’m on the bottom.”

“The only situation I remember is you being on top of me, and you loving it.” Damon strokes her black hair.

Elle’s lips purse together. “And, you’re lucky I was eighteen, then.”

“Time flies, baby girl. Do you still seriously want Stefan? When I’m basically right here, begging for you.” Damon’s hand sits on her skirt. “I’ll do anything you want, Eleanor.” He inhales her hair, breathing in her perfume. “YSL, nice.”

Elle looks away from his line of sight. “You’re not my boyfriend anymore. Go after Elena, I’m sure she’d love you.”

“Baby, you know I’m not after Elena.” Damon chuckles again. “Did you know Katherine had an older sister named Eleanor?”

Elle rolls her eyes. “It’s merely a coincidence.”

“There are no coincidences in the vampire world.” Damon says. His tone lowers, darkly. “No matter how cute she was. Katherine despised her. I’ll always regret that night. I didn’t save her.”

“Maybe she didn’t need to be saved.” Elle turns her head, staring deeply in Damon’s ice cold eyes. “I don’t regret breaking up with you. And, if you do anything to Elena, I will end you.”

Damon tilts his head. “Oh, I see. You will regret it, Elle. You’re invisible. No one noticed when you were gone. I was the only good thing going for you.”

Elle felt a tear roll down her cheek. “Vampire or not, you’re still an asshole. You and your fucking brother sink your fangs into anything good, then drain until there’s nothing left.”

Damon lets out a low growl. “Elle, don’t.” He wrapped his arms around her neck, kissing it softly. “I can drain you until there’s nothing left, but I make the conscious effort to not. The reason you’re still alive is because of me.”

Elle turns to face Damon. “What is it then? What do you want from me?”

“Not much. Think about things as they are. Your sister has.” He bites her neck, roughly, despite not breaking the skin.

Elle’s soft cheeks turn red. “Don’t.. Damon.”

He pulls away, laughing at her fear. “Oh, I won’t. I just wanted to remind you that I could. Bye, Elle.”

Using his super speed, he gets out of the car, within the span of a few milliseconds.

Elle sighs, staring at the wheel. She drives off, hunting for a refreshment.

Bonus:

Stefan comes home. He realizes Elle wasn’t home. He searches all around the house. From the wine cellar to the multitude of basements. He’s in the living room, begging her to return his calls.

“You snooze, you lose, little brother.” Damon waltzes in casually.

Stefan grits his teeth. “Where is she?”

“Who? Elena or Eleanor?” Damon shrugged. “Because it’s so hard to tell them apart.”

Stefan scoffs. “It’s not. I had Elena give me a ride home. We’re friends.”

“Seductively touching? Like those kinds of friends?” Damon’s eyebrows wiggle.

“No!” Stefan yells, getting frustrated. “We talked for hours yesterday, and suddenly she’s gone? You must’ve done something.”

“It’s nothing. I just had to remind her who was the best option.” Damon smirks. “She’s mine, Stefan.”

“Stay away from Elle. You already ruined her once.” Stefan pointed a knife at his chest.

“Come on, you know those things don’t work.” Damon laughs. A growling hungry laugh. “You’re just jealous.”

“You think Elle would fall for your tricks?” Stefan makes himself a drink of whiskey. “Elle’s pretty smart. She even stole Elena’s necklace to protect herself.”

“See, she’s the bad girl.” Damon holds a picture that read ‘Eleanor Pierce, 1872’. “She was the good one. She was pure. God, I loved her, Stefan.”

“You still caved into Katherine’s demands.” Stefan says softly. “I love Elle for reasons differently than when I was in love with Katherine.”

“You don’t actually love her. You just want a reason to hate me.” Damon sneers. “Katherine wasn’t mine, but Eleanor sure was.”

“Let her choose, Damon.” Stefan says sternly. “Elle is a different person from Eleanor Pierce.”

“Yeah, well, I had her first.” Damon smirks. “EP is dead.”

Stefan frowns, gulping. “You don’t think I miss her everyday. We were best friends. All four of us.”

Stefan pauses, taking a deep breath to assess the situation. “I’m not losing her again.”

“if we cease to believe in love, why would we want to live?” [‘tvd’ ; 2x19]

Nina Dobrev as “Katherine Pierce”
[‘The Vampire Diaries’ ; s2/ep19]

Nina Dobrev as “Katherine Pierce”
[‘The Vampire Diaries’ ; s2e19]

Nina Dobrev as “Katherine Pierce”
[‘The Vampire Diaries’ ; 2x19]

high on you.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: bsf!jeremy, smut, usage of substances/getting high, handjob, fingering, praise, sub!jeremy, s1!jeremy (both underage)

you and jeremy both had your own set of trauma, which you both relieved by getting high on the roof together. was it the best way to deal with the shitty hand life had delt you? not at all. but for two kids in high school and no real support system? you did what you could.

you look at jeremy, noticing his glossed over eyes, which were tinted pink in the corners, joint between his fingers.

his phone buzzed in his pocket and he took it out to glance at it. once he saw who was calling, he groaned. “she’s always on my case about this shit,” he muttered. you already knew it was his older sister, elena.

you rolled your eyes and grabbed the phone, setting it to the side. “let it ring,” you muttered before taking the joint and inhaling a drag, making him look at you. he stared at you for a moment, taking in your high expression as you exhaled, the smoke escaping your mouth in little swirls, something elena would never approve of. something she doesn’t approve of. you understood each other more than anyone else.

he finally sighed and averted his eyes to the sky, gaze scanning over the stars. you finally broke the silence. “you know you don’t have to answer to her every beck and call, right?”

he looked at you and chuckled. “i know, but.. she’s the only family i have left.” you knew it was a touchy topic, it was for you as well. so you just grabbed the joint and looked forward again. jeremy started fidgeting, and you leaned your head against the wall of the roof behind you, closing your eyes and letting the high take over as you blew a stream of smoke into the night air. jeremy just let you be for a bit, knowing you needed it.

eventually, the high kicked in, making him seek contact. you both got clingy when high. his hand reached over to cover yours, and you opened your eyes to glance at him. you looked to where his skin covered yours before meeting your eyes again. he caught your gaze and slowly intwined his fingers with yours, rubbing a thumb over the back of your hand.

you blew out a breath, resting your head on his shoulder and taking another hit. you’d needed the touch just as bad as he did. his arm wrapped around your waist on instinct, the contact routine by now. he took the joint from your other hand to take his own drag.

there was a comfortable silence before his phone started to ring again.

he reached over and saw that it was elena again. you groaned. “just silence your phone, jere.”

he let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “you think?” he said before pocketing it. he turned back to you, resting his hand that had been in yours on your knee and rubbing circles on it. “I swear she’s got a sixth sense for when i’m up here with you. some damn radar for ‘jeremy’s stoned off his ass again.’” you snorted and shook your head, leaning further into him.

he tightened his grip on you just slightly. you take another hit, the exhale of smoke hitting the skin on his neck. he take another hit from the joint. the high was settling in now, and his free hand traced mindless shapes against your back. he was in the stage of his high where he just wanted to touch and be touched.

“do you think it’s ever gonna stop?” you finally said.

he knew what you meant. the endless cycle of pain and trauma that always seems to follow you two. “i don’t know,” he admitted. “it just feels like we’re stuck in this whole thing sometimes. like some never-ending nightmare.” he shifted and pulled you a little closer. “but at least we have each other, right?”

you nodded and sighed a “yeah” before taking the joint and pulling a long drag from it.

he watched you before muttering, “fuck, we really are messed up.”

there was another moment of silence before you tried to lighten up the situation. “at least you got the good stuff this time.”

a small chuckle escaped his throat. “yeah, i manage to score some good shit this time. that’s just a small win in a sea of bullshit though.”

“still a win,” you said quietly, holding up the joint.

“can’t argue with that,” he muttered. he grabbed the joint and took another hit from it. “this is nice,” he finally murmured, closing his eyes.

“mhm,” you hum in agreement, taking another puff yourself.

he sighed. “you know… i don’t think anyone else gets us. the shit that drives us to get high like this, everything we’ve been through…”

“probably not,” you replied, grabbing the hand on your knee and intwining it in yours again, going back to tracing patterns on it. his gaze drifted from your hand to your face. he studied the way your eyes drooped with a slightly blissed out, lazy expression. he couldn’t help the way his body reacted to your touch, especially combined with the high. he pulled you closer so your body was practically pressed against his.

he dropped his head to the crook of your neck. “you’re so pretty,” he mumbled against your skin. you hummed in response, the vibration of it filtering against his lips, a jolt being sent through his body at the sensation. his inhibition lowered enough for him to start leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his hand on your back moving to your hip and gripping it.

you hummed again, biting your lip. this wasn’t the first time that things had turned heated between you two. that was just another thing elena didn’t need to know about.

his lips continued to explore the skin of your neck, nipping and sucking at the flesh gently. the little noises that left your lips only egged him on. his hand on your hip slid under your shirt, making a shiver trail up your spine. “you drive me insane, you know that?” he muttered against the wet skin.

his hand on your hip slid back to your spine, shifting you to straddle his lap as he stubbed the joint out on the roof, his eyes flicking over your half-lidded ones. he groaned slightly at the contact, his hands finding your hips to hold you in place.

your eyes darkened slightly, and you lowered your head to the crook of his neck, pressing kisses there. another groan escaped his lips and he pulled you down against him even harder. his breathing got heavier and he grumbled out a low, “fuck.”

jeremy’s hands tightened on your hips, so tight it was almost painful, but the line between pleasure and pain was blurred by the high. his voice was rough and desperate when he breathed out, “don’t stop.”

he could feel his jeans tightening when you started kissing lower down his body, your hand coming up to rest on the side of his neck. the air between you burned hotter, and he pulled you closer, the familiar heat stirring deep in his core.

“your mouth feels so good on me,” he murmured, the words making you shiver. “please, don’t stop.”

you smirked against his skin. “i’m barely even touching you yet,” you’d said, letting your voice vibrate through his body.

he let out another strangled noise, though he knew you were right. he found the situation a little pathetic, but he didn’t care much at the moment. “just.. do something already,” he pleaded, the desire and weed fogging his mind.

you chuckled before undoing the button of his jeans. his hips jerked into your touch involuntarily as you worked at a teasingly slow pace. a few more pleas left his lips before you finally brought his pants down. you started to work his boxers down soon after, his cock springing out. he let out a gasp, his fingers digging into your skin. everything was turning him on, the way you touched him like it was the most natural thing in the world, the way you sat on top of his lap like it was your throne.

your hand finally wrapped around his length, thumb spreading precum on his glistening tip. his hips jerked up into your touch with a moan. his chest rose and fell rapidly, pleasure coiled tight in his stomach. the slow drag of your thumb against the top of his dick had him seeing stars as he leaned his head back. too much and not enough at the same time.

your hand started to pump him faster, your head leaning up to kiss him. his lips crashed into yours, desperate and messy. “don’t stop,” he repeated breathily against your lips. your lips left his to trial over his jaw, and his hand slipped back under your shirt as he tilted his head, offering himself to you like a weakness.

you felt your core grow slick with every stroke you watched your hand give him, every tightening of his skin, but you were only focused on his pleasure at the moment, on making him feel good. even when you shifted in his lap, which he groaned at. “fuck,” he muttered, hips bucking up again to chase the friction.

you sped up, making him whine again, your name coming from him lips in a strangled breath. he was already close, basically panting just from your touch.

“there ya go, let me hear you,” you breathed, egging him on even further. he let out another noise.

“please—“

“please what?” you said, cutting him off.

he was already so close to spilling out over your hand, but now you were making him say it? “i need to come,” he said, nails biting into your skin as if he could physically pull his release from you.

you nipped at the skin under his ear. “let go, baby,” you whispered into it. that was his breaking point. he let out a cry of pleasure, arching up into your hand as he spilled over, coming hard. his cum spilled between your fingers, and you rode out his high, continuing to move your hand up and down his shaft.

he finally finished and you slowed down before he collapsed against you bonelessly, his sweat-damp forehead pressing against the skin of your shoulder, and he panted a hot whisper of a curse into your skin that was more of a prayer.

“that’s it. you’re okay, baby,” you praised into his ear, hand carding through his hair. “you did so good.”

he leaned into your touch, but he still managed to say, “your fault.”

you smirked. “my fault for what, exactly?”

“for making me come undone like some amateur,” he breathed into the crook of your neck. “worth it though.”

you hummed in response, but your hips twitched again, still seeking release, the heat in your stomach still not fully satisfied yet.

jeremy felt the shift, the way your body twitched and your hips rolled against his grip. he lifted his head and met your gaze, eyes darkening. “oh,” he rasped. one hand slid to palm at the curve of your waist, the other trailing lower, teasingly close to where you wanted him most. a smirk started to appear across his lips. “did you think i would leave you hanging?”

your breath hitched. “i was trying to focus on you.”

he hummed, his fingers moving to trace patterns over the damp fabric of your pants, making you gasp and twitch against him. he could sense your need like a tangible thing. “well, i appreciate the gesture, but it’s your turn now, babe,” he rasped, voice rough in the way that left you weak in the knees. his hand paused at the button of your jeans. “may i…?”

you swallowed and nodded, breath picking up. he slowly flicked open the button before unzipping them and sliding them down torturously slow. “lift your hips,” he murmured, which you did. when he pulled the fabric down with your underwear, the sight of your drenched folds almost made him come undone again.

he exhaled at the view and cursed before a hand finally slid between your thighs. you whimpered and his hand pressed hard against where you wanted him most as his calloused thumb rubbed circles over your clit, working in rough circles. he groaned at how wet you were for him. “you’re so damn beautiful like this,” he breathed. you gasped, gripping his shoulders and leaning into his touch.

your noises went straight to his gut, feeling your nails making marks against the skin of his back, he was still so sensitive from his own orgasm. he pressed his forehead against yours and breathed, “does that feel good, babe?” his teeth nipped at your earlobe, breath fanning against your skin.

“jere,” you moaned, making his breath hitch.

“say my name like that again. please,” he whispered. “keep saying my name like that.” his fingers sped up as his form of encouragement.

you grinded further into him at that. “Jere, just touch me already,” you said breathily. when you begged, he snapped, sliding a finger into your dripping cunt. you moaned his name again, making his hips jerk up, his pace almost punishing now. he added a second finger, hitting that sweet spot deep inside your heat that had you both seeing stars.

you moaned, walls fluttering against his fingers. his eyes became hazy with lust, fingers working harder than they should be able to when he saw how your legs shook against his thighs. “come on, baby,” he murmured, lips ghosting over your jaw, your neck. “let go for me baby, i’ve got you,” he praised. you clenched around him, making him mumble out, “just like that.” his words were thick in his throat, growing needy again at the sight of you so eager for him.

he pushed against your g-spot one more time, and you finally spilt over the edge, orgasm gushing around his fingers as he groaned at the sight, curling his fingers just right to ride it out. “fuck, that’s it.” his voice was rough as he watched your arousal spill over his skin. “that’s my girl, take what you need.”

you moaned and grinded down further against his fingers, chasing the high. he groaned again as you chased the friction like a woman possessed, praising you even further as you clenched around him. “that’s it. yeah, you feel so fucking good, just taking me like this.”

the liquid stopped spilling out of you, and you both finally calmed down, his fingers slowly before pulling out of you, making you inhale, and he let out a slow breath as he rested his forehead against yours. “holy shit,” he breathed, eyes half-lidded and dazed, mirroring yours. he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “you okay?” he asked, and you nodded.

because with him? the answer was yes. always yes. and even if just for a moment? elena, mystic falls, and everything else was the last thing on your mind.

Tvd but everyone’s a lesbian. When I get Lesbian Bamon, Stelena and Klyler with a lot of side pairings. Toxic lesbians let’s gooo

SHE RIGGED IT FOR HIM 😭😭😭😭

momson <3

stefan has a severe case of i can fix him

promising myself this aesthetic when i hit my gw :)

Kat Graham as Bonnie Bennett in TVD 2x22

like scolding a dog for peeing on the carpet c'mon

one of the noblest things he ever did on this show

Eleanor “Elle” Gilbert

First Name: Eleanor

Middle Name: Maria

Last Name: Gilbert

Nickname: Elle

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Species: Human, then turned, Vampire

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Birthday: [In show: 10/20/1991] (Set in the early 2000s)

Life Story:

Eleanor was born to Grayson and Miranda Gilbert. As the first child, Elle could whisper to crows, and always seemed to be fascinated by death. She’d go out in the woods late at night.

When Elena was born (adopted), Elle’s parents didn’t seem to notice that Elle would be gone half the time.

Her favorite place to stalk would be the Salvatore Boarding House. As a little girl, she personally enjoyed running around the property.

But, there was an instance when Elle was thirteen. She went to the Salvatore boarding house, and no one was there, not even Zach. She met Damon briefly, as he was just passing through.

She didn’t meet Stefan until he went to Elena’s high school. At the start of the show, Elle had left for college. Once her parents died, Elle came back to help her Aunt Jenna and Elena. Elle went on a downward spiral. She picked up smoking cigarettes, as she could afford it. She’d get stoned with her brother, Jeremy, (in moderation). She would drink at the local dive bars, and play her guitar.

Elle was attracted to Stefan, before she knew that he was a vampire. She treated him poorly mainly because she wanted him first. Unfortunately, it caused a rivalry between Elle and Elena. Stefan (being Stefan) didn’t have a clue.

When Damon rolled into town, he immediately found Elle by herself, he recognized her face. Stefan actually protected her that night, and Elle resented him ever since.

Appearance

Eye Color(s): Dark Brown (Darker than Elena’s)

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style(s): Long and straight. She likes to clip it up and tie it back. Most of the time, she’s clipping it back, because she doesn’t want to brush it.

Face Claim: Kat Dennings

Personality: Elle is a straight shooter. She’ll immediately tell you what she thinks about you or the situation (she doesn’t sugar coat anything). She tends to get drunk often, which makes her speech more wild and crazy. She’s definitely the type to wait until the bar is closing down to leave. She can be very kind, when she means to. Most of the time she puts up a front, trying to pretend she’s fine. She’s just as messed up about her parents’ death as Elena, so she distances herself from her family.

Good Habit(s): She volunteers at the local Mystic Falls animal shelter. She works at Mystic Falls’ high school as a Teacher’s Assistant.

Bad habit(s): She smokes and drinks. She also had a gambling problem in the past.

Like(s): Her cat

Dislike(s): Basically everything

Hobbies: Playing Acoustic Guitar and Bass

Allergies: Pollen

Fear(s): She has a deep fear of abandonment.

Talents and Dreams

Ambition/dream: Elle dreams of being a musician. She actually went to college for music theory.

Occupation/Job: She was a teacher’s assistant, until the history teacher (and football coach) died. She mostly makes money while playing her guitar at the various bars she goes to.

Best Class(es): She did good in Science, Art, and Literature

Worst Class(es): She failed Math three times.

Family and Friends

Parent(s): Grayson Gilbert, Miranda Sommers-Gilbert

Sibling(s): Elena Gilbert, Jeremy Gilbert

Relative(s): Jenna Sommers

Best Friend(s): Elle would consider Damon as her best friend, but like from a distance.

Friend(s): Bonnie Bennett, Caroline Forbes, Matt Donovan

Crush(es): Stefan Salvatore, (and, Damon sometimes)

Pet(s): Her black cat, Diana.

Rival(s): Elena Gilbert

Enemy: (currently she has no enemies, but Damon would sometimes come up as a contender)

Extra

Scent: She wears a signature perfume of Libra from YSL and she also naturally smells like alcohol.

Blood type: O negative (A vampire’s favorite)

Outfit(s): Elle can wear a variety of outfits that fit her overall goth aesthetic.

Accessories: She likes to wear sunglasses.

Makeup: usually she likes to recreate Siouxsie and the Banshees aesthetic

Scars: She has many scars, bruises, and cuts thar she pays no attention to.

Tattoo(es): She has a black heart tattooed on her ankle

Jewelry: She wears vervain jewelry all over her to protect her from vampires

Piercing(s): Her right nostril on her nose has a ring.

Favorites

Theme Song:

Favorite Food(s): Nachos, Pizza, Burgers. Her palette has not been explored.

Favorite Drink(s): Wine, (sometimes Beer)

Favorite Color(s): Purple, Blue, Orange

Favorite Animal(s): Chupacabra

Favorite Season(s): Fall, Spring.

Favorite Holiday(s): Halloween

Favorite Time of Day: The Evening

Aesthetic Moodboard:

Loving me is fine. Hating me is fine too. In my family, we do both.

Yes, this is also a good way to break them and make her realize her agency. However, if I were to write a more plausible version, build on what you suggested, is that Ric would give Elena her memories back before turning human. When that happens, she would remember most of their relationship, not just the love she felt for Damon but also every difficult and troubling thing he did while there would still be some parts that she won’t remember.

And this would happen before Damon returns from the Prison World. And there would be some time between her getting those memories back and meeting Damon again.

After staying apart for so long and suddenly remembering both the love and bad things Damon did , I would put Elena in a stage of reflection. She would start trying to understand the intensity of what she felt and why it became something so overwhelming that she was willing to erase those memories in the first place. She would begin questioning the strength of her feelings. How could she be ready to live forever without the memories of someone she supposedly loved so deeply? Was the pain greater than the love? And if that was the case, she would begin asking herself another question: was it even the kind of love she thought it was?

Then we would see her meeting Damon again. Before realizing anything fully about her agency or reaching any final conclusion, I would still want Elena to stay with Damon for some time. The feelings she had for him were part of her for so long that abandoning them immediately would feel rushed and unrealistic.She wouldn’t be able to come out of those emotions so easily. Only by staying with Damon and sitting with those feelings would she slowly begin realizing what she had been missing all that time.This is also where the point you mentioned could come in, with Damon reminding Elena of moments from their relationship, telling her about parts of their memories she once erased.

But internally Elena would be going through a lot of turmoil. She would constantly question her feelings, especially the intensity of everything she once did for Damon.As Damon tells those stories, Elena would begin reflecting on the choices she made and the ways she kept letting things go for him again and again. Slowly, the the veil that had been holding back the truth about Damon would start falling away.

So when Damon is telling her about their memories and their consuming love, he might bring up moments like the time Elena was ready to blow herself up with him, presenting it as proof of how deeply she loved him.

I would change Elena’s reaction here. Instead of accepting that moment as proof of their great love, she would begin reflecting on it differently. She would start asking herself: what did I actually do there? Was that really an act of love, or was it obsession? Was it a kind of co-dependency that slowly consumed everything I had, including the love and care I should have had for myself and my family?Did I give my entire life to one person and allow it to swallow me completely?And if that is how intense my feelings were, she would circle back to the same question again: how could I ever have been ready to forget it? If it was truly love, how could I erase it from my life so completely?

And then she would spend part of the season still being with Damon, believing that she does love him and that those questions in her mind do not really hold much weight. The illusion would not have completely fallen yet. At this point Elena would still believe that Damon understands her and knows her , just like we saw her say in the show.

But then a final shift would happen in the way Elena sees everything. The illusion she had been holding onto would finally start breaking when the cure storyline appears.The moment she realizes that Damon hid the cure from her would be the perfect turning point. That is where she would finally begin to see things differently and recognize how much of her agency had been compromised in the relationship

But it wouldn’t just be this one moment alone. It would need to be the culmination of everything Elena had been feeling and questioning before finally deciding to leave Damon.And from there, the story could move forward into that conversation between Lily and Damon, which would further highlight the way Damon has approached Elena’s choices and the truth throughout their relationship.

Through that conversation she would begin realizing how Damon has handled things when it comes to her choices and the truth throughout their relationship. And the moment she discovers that he has been hiding the cure would become the breaking point, the moment where her remaining doubts and the illusion she had about him finally collapse.

And then she would realize how much false faith and emotional trust she had been placing in someone who could never truly think about her choices or her agency. She would be forced to confront the decisions she had made and look back at her eighteen-year-old self, the girl who once dreamed of adventure, drama, and an all-consuming love.She would begin questioning whether that dream had been a fantasy she should never have chosen at the cost of her own life, her independence, and the agency she had slowly handed over to someone else.

For Elena to truly grow into the woman she becomes later, someone who values her life, her freedom, and her ability to choose for herself, the illusion she had about Damon would first need to break.That is why I think the cure storyline would have been the perfect place to implement this shift. Elena could not realistically fall out of love with Damon through just one realization.

It would have to come from a gradual struggle, her constantly confronting the choices she had made, from erasing her memories to believing in that consuming love. But eventually there would come a moment where the illusion finally breaks and she realizes everything she had been missing about herself. And that is the point where she finally leaves Damon, takes back her agency, her life, the cure, and everything she had once given up for him, choosing a life that belongs to her.

Kol: Nathaniel… what are you thinking about?

Nathaniel: Oh, Kol… I was just wondering how I’m going to play you in front of the fans later.

Kol: Really? You’re sure it’s not about how you’re going to explain your… faith to them? *smirks* I mean, come on, I could hear you stumbling from a mile away.

Nathaniel: Caught by you… *a slow smile spreads across his lips, and he can only press a finger to stop it*

I’m famished… care to invite me in, or do I have to sneak?

Am I the only one who thinks it would have made sense for Damon and Bonnie to get together? I mean, I still think about Delena as the endgame. BUT. Elena clearly told Damon, while she was asleep, that he needed to live his own life. Besides, practically everyone in the group has already dated someone’s ex. So I don’t even think she would have taken it badly? Because the Bonnie and Damon chemistry really deserved to be explored (since Kai was dead).