I adored the ask about sleeping positions and I was inspired to write a drabble. I have also been kind of desperate to write a bit of Damon because he seems like a real challenge compared to the other three. Just know that in this fic, he’s head over heels in love with Bon and consequently somewhat of a sap. In addition, I’ve given him an affectionate nickname that I totally stole from Ziya (@atonalremix) and her amazing fic – A Normal Life. For those that love the idea of an ethnicity switched warlock Damon, you should read this. I have a Steroline idea as well if people are interested.
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For the third night in a row, Damon awoke in the small hours of the morning, a cold breeze blowing across his bare arse. If Bonnie hadn’t been so damn endearing, he probably would have killed her by now. Damon would never admit this, he had a rep as a bit of a party animal after all, but he needed his sleep. Admittedly, he tended to catch up at weekends, but a solid 6-7 hours on weekdays was better than any caffeine hit.
He rolled over onto his side, languidly, eyes turned towards his petite bed companion. In true Bonnie style, she was curled up on her side resembling a foetus in her OBGYN textbooks. His duvet was wrapped entirely around her like a protective cocoon. An expensive cocoon, his bedding came from an exclusive boutique on Newbury Street where the thread counts were as high as the prices. He leant over gently pushing her hair from her eyes. Her face was peaceful in sleep, carefree and surprisingly youthful. He smiled; there was no way he was going to risk waking her by nicking his covers back. If Damon was a grinch on too little sleep, Bonnie was a grizzly bear woken too early from hibernation.
He eased his lithe, naked frame from the bed. Maybe he needed to leave his heating on at night? It was habit picked up from one of a string of foster homes. These particular foster parents had been tight as a gnat’s chuff, seeing fostering as a cash injection rather than a vocation. But Damon being Damon had never complained, stubborn bastard that he was and had come to enjoy the feeling of sleeping under a huge pile of blankets with only the back of his neck exposed to the brisk night air.
The skin on his arm puckered, hairs standing on end. He contemplated slipping into a T shirt and sweatpants as he didn’t own any pyjamas. Half of Bon’s wardrobe was comfy lounge wear; the idea of him not owning anything of that ilk perplexed her no end. He grinned remembering their argument about him keeping some pyjamas at her apartment “just in case”, of what he had no idea, maybe Stefan would get upset, being exposed to his Adonis-like perfection? Hadn’t seemed to bother him before. Anyway, whatever, he couldn’t sleep in clothes, he hated the restricted feeling.
Sauntering into the second bedroom of his swanky apartment, Damon homed in on a large built cupboard that gave Caroline some serious real estate envy. At the very back lay a ratty old duvet that had seen better days, it’s bright, printed colours faded, it’s poly cotton surface worn smooth with years of use. He remembered the day he had acquired it like it was yesterday:
“Tyler, bro, I’m not taking your spiderman duvet to college. People will laugh at me.”
“But you need something to sleep under! Chicago winters are cold; it’s called the Windy City for a reason. And I know you won’t have any money to buy new stuff. Margaret and Jeff made it pretty clear they weren’t helping you out. Besides I’m 14, it’s not cool anymore.”
“I suppose I could pass it off as an ironic retro statement, but Ty, your mom gave you that duvet.”
“I know,” Tyler’s eyes had flickered for a millisecond. “Let me do this, Day. You’re my brother.”
“Okay, well, I promise to look after it for you until you want it back.” He had pulled Tyler into a manly hug, studiously ignoring the sheen in the younger boy’s eyes, a pang of guilt that he was leaving him in that hell hole and moving on with his life.
He would never admit to Tyler that his gift had probably saved his life on a couple of occasions when he had had sleep in his car in sub-zero temperatures. Ironic that tonight it would save him from Bonnie’s murderous urges should he try and ferret back under the covers. Without further ado, Damon slid back into bed, naked as the day his was born. He settled himself on his stomach, arms under his pillow and drifted off into a deep sleep.
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AN: Damon may or may not have gone to college in Chicago, but that’s what he told the authorities he was doing so he could slip out of the foster system. Maybe this is why he has two identities?
LMAO CAN I JUST SAY I totally called that a drabble would come out of that ask? CALLED IT! And I’m so, so, so happy it did! This was adorable from start to finish - I realized I haven’t actually written any future/established Bamon yet and unsurprisingly, you totally nailed it anyway. The contrast in pajama situations was hilarious, as was Bonnie being the real threat on not enough sleep. Super IC. And re: his sappiness, I aaaabsolutely see Damon as a smitten planet orbiting the fierce, tiny little sun that is Bonnie once they get together, so sappiness all the way! You’re definitely right, he can be one of the trickier PoVs to slip into (particularly at first), and it can be tough to reveal things about him without making it feel unnatural, but you did it beautifully! Loved the rumination on the foster homes and the lack of heating and how he was always too much of a stubborn asshole to complain - trrrueeeee life. And needless to say I loooooooooved the Tyler/Damon stuff! And the nickname was so, so cute! Ugh, all the brother feels. I’ve been marathoning The Fosters and it’s been giving me Tyler/Damon feels LIKE WHOA (like I would love to write a whole series about them in their teens, man) so this drabble couldn’t be better timed. I actually haven’t really figured out Damon’s college situation, but I’ve thought about it a bit. It’s either being tackled in chapter 15 or 16, but your interpretation is super possible! Anyway, this made my day and I love these drabbles so, so much, man. Y’all don’t even know. Please give this and Janet the love they deserveeeeee, guys!
