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(a compilation of moments between two people who will always go back to each other)

001. past

He should have known that they would always come back to each other. Her back presses against his chest and she wiggles, letting out a fluttering laugh, light and careless and free. He walks his fingers up her arm and she reaches out, grasping his hand and whipping around, pinning him back against his bed. She curls his arm around her, and instantly, comically, she is asleep, nestled in the crook of his arm. He wonders why he'd passed this up so long ago.

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002. thinking

"Stop thinking," she tells him, her soft, delicate hands roughly shoving him up against a wall. Her body presses up against his and he doesn't think about anything at all for the next few hours.

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003. song

"Eternal Flame," he snorts, bringing the glass of strong whiskey up to his lips as he watches Caroline serenade her doofus of a human boyfriend. He sucks down the liquor, waving for another. "Disgusting," he mutters when the boy jumps up onto the stage and lays one on her. "Wow," he rolls his eyes as they walk off the stage, hand in hand.

The bartender gives him a funny look, and offhandedly says, "I'm sensing some hostility and a little bit of jealousy here."

Damon drops his glass on the bar, glaring, "I'm sensing that you're not going to be getting a tip from me tonight."

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004. linger

Her scent is everywhere; on his pillow, in his shower, in his closet, on his couch, in his car, in the kitchen, in his head.

It wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't dead and buried in the ground.

Where her honey-vanilla-lilac scent had once stopped him in his tracks, now it only reminds him on everything he has loved and lost.

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005. dance

He eyes her from across the room, watches the way the insignificant blip of a boy lay his hands on her arm, begging her to dance. She shakes her blonde curls out, whispering a "no". The boy is insistent, and Damon crosses the room with ease, and hisses, "Buzz of, frat boy," before whisking her away towards the dance floor.

He makes sure he's kissing her whenever the boy is looking.

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006. you

He curls his fingers through her red hair, lips poised at her neck. She giggles lightly, and he knows she's dimpling and her eyes are sparkling, and because of this he can't help but smile too. He looks up at her, ripping the red wig off of her head, letting her blonde locks spill over her shoulders and his pillow.

"Hey!" she growls, annoyed, "That was my favorite wig." her lips slip into a pout, but he kisses it away.

"I hate this role playing thing." he mumbles against her mouth, "You being you is enough for me."

Caroline smiles into the kiss, and reaches one hand out, knocking the wig off the side of the bed.

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007. music

"This is horrible," Damon hisses in disgust, watching the brunette clad in a fuzzy animal sweater dance her way across Caroline's TV screen.

The blonde whacks him with the pillow nearest to her, "Glee is not horrible!"

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008. drink

"You look like you could use a drink."

Caroline sighs, closing her eyes, "Go away, Damon." she mutters, fingers wrapping around her coke glass. She stares at the wooden counter top in front of her, willing the handsome vampire to disappear. To her disappointment, he sits on the empty bar stool beside her, waving a hand at the bartender and calling for two shots of "something heavy".

He pushes the shot towards her, and says, "C'mon, Care, have a drink with me."

Caroline shakes her head.

Damon sighs, "I know you're...bent over that puppy of yours, Blondie." he sounds almost sympathetic, and he never sounds like that around her, "He's not coming back, and you can't sit here and wait for him forever. And Coke? Really? Of all the things you could drink." he shakes his head, pushing the shot towards her again.

Caroline snorts out a laugh, giving him a sideways glance. He's at ease, tapping away at his phone. She doesn't think he has a hidden agenda, and Elena's nowhere in sight, so it couldn't be a ploy to make her jealous.

She wraps her hands around the shot, and from the corner of her eye, she watches his smile grow.

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009. choosing

"She chose him," he chokes out into her neck, "after everything I did for her, after all I gave up, after I changed everything about myself, she chose him."

Caroline rubs a hand down his spine soothingly, eyes closing. She knew she would be the one to pick up the pieces of whichever brother Elena didn't choose, but she had no idea it would be Damon. She had thought it would be Stefan crawling into her bed. She bites her lip, knowing nothing she can say will stop the pain, but maybe she can ease it. "Real love isn't about changing yourself or proving yourself, Damon." she murmurs into his hair, "It's about loving a person despite their flaws and their wrong-doings. It's about looking past the scars they have and the mistakes they've made. It's just love; no compromise, no ultimatums."

His breathing slows from the ragged mess it had been, and he nestles closer to her, "Okay, Ghandi." he teases lightly, and she resists the urge to throttle him.

Instead, she wraps her arms tighter around him, hoping the morning and a new day would come soon.

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010. regret

"I'm sorry, you know," Damon murmurs one night, in the late hours of the evening. She twists around in their sheets, rolling over to look at him. He's staring at the ceiling, one arm behind his head while the other splays out to hang over the edge of the bed.

Caroline lifts her head from the pillows, looming over him, "For what?" she asks curiously.

His hand comes up to rest on the side of her neck, and a dark look grows in his eyes, "You know what." his fingers stroke the skin of her neck, and she swallows. She remembers the weeks he'd played with her, fed off of her, lied to her.

But it was different now. He was different now.

"I forgave you for that a long time ago." she tells him, pulling his hand from her neck and sinking down to rest her head on his chest. His hand wraps around her hip, and he sighs into her hair.

"I've never forgiven myself." he says softly.

She doesn't know what to say after that.

more: so kdfhkjgh i just needed daroline after this stupid delena episode, and here it is. this'll be updated every time i have ten drabbles so it would be really awesome if you guys could leave me one word prompts in a review! or you could leave a request or something, idkkk. anyway, this ep made my brain ooze purple/blue/green ugly matter and ugh i just can't.