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

011. stefan

"Stefan, Damon told me these pants make me look fat!"

"Caroline, it's entirely impossible for anything to make you look fat."

"Stefan, Caroline told me my ego was the size of the Statue of Liberty."

"Bit of an understatement, brother."

"Stefan, Damon asked me to send him a topless shot."

"Stefan, Caroline won't send me a topless shot."

"Stefan, Damon's a pig."

"Stefan, Caroline's a prude."

"Stefan—"

"Stefan—"

"Stefan—"

Stefan drops his glass of bourbon, growls furiously, and makes angry hand motions at the bickering pair in front of him before he stalks away, muttering obscenities as he goes.

Damon and Caroline watch him go, mouths open in shock until Caroline turns to him, "Stefan's such a jerk." she says.

Damon nods, "Agreed." he says, bumping fists with her.

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012. pride

"I can't tell you I'm sorry." he murmurs in the darkness.

Caroline's eyes are on the crackling fire in front of them, and she licks at her lips before pouring herself another shot of bourbon. "I know." she replies.

"It's not that I'm not—"

Caroline shakes her head, stands, and turns to look at him before she exits the room, "I get it, Damon." she says gently, "You're just not man enough to admit you were wrong."

As her heels clack away, Damon pours himself a shot, drowns in bitterness, and wonders if she's right.

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013. stay

"You're always leaving." she murmurs, hand finding his under the sheets as he slides away. He pauses, looks at her from under his lashes, swallows roughly, and falls still.

She stares up at him, and he murmurs, "All you have to do is ask me to stay."

Caroline's lips curve into a gentle smile, and she mouths, "Stay." before grasping his shoulders and bringing his lips down to hers.

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014. electric

Something like electricity crackles between them as their eyes meet, and Damon swallows roughly.

Caroline's heart would be stuttering in her chest if it could.

Damon's hands tighten around his shot.

The chatter in the Grille dies down and everyone disappears.

It's just them.

Only them.

And then—

Caroline turns back to Tyler, Damon turns back to his bourbon, and the moment is—mostly—forgotten.

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015. jealousy

"Shoo, fly." Caroline snaps, waving her hand at the annoying twit of a redhead standing at Damon's elbow.

The girl snorts, scoots a little closer to Damon, and lowers her hand to his arm.

Caroline's eyes widen in disbelief, and she shakes her head in outrage, "Oh, hell no—" she starts. Her fangs cut through her gums, and—

Damon's hands grasp at her arm as it flies up to most likely deliver the bitch-iest bitch-slap of all time, and he says, "Okay, Rambo, lets blow this joint and have hot crazy sex like a couple of hormonal teenagers in the back of my car." his guides her out of the bar, hand sliding down her back to cup her ass.

She slaps at his hand, then turns, calling, "Bye, Pippy Long Stocking!" over her shoulder to the fuming girl.

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016. redemption

Caroline slams the door on his face, throws the flowers to the floor, and tosses the bottle of wine in the garbage.

"Caroline," he whispers, sounding so broken and lonely that she almost opens the door to invite him in, "please, baby, please. I made a mistake." she hears his collapse against the door.

"Elena's never been a mistake to you, Damon. I was always the one you regretted." she hisses through the door.

"No, no, you don't understand."

"If you tell me it was a moment of weakness I'll rip this door off its hinges and beat you with it."

"I would deserve it." he moans pitifully.

Caroline's head falls against the door, "Come back when you grow up and realize you can't walk all over the people you claim to love and then bribe them with flowers and wine when you're caught." she says, stalking away from the door, turning all of the lights in the house off.

Safe in her room, wrapped in her blankets, she hears Damon let out the most pitiful, pain-filled moan she's ever heard. She stuffs her head under the pillow, and cries.

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017. choice

"I know you would choose Elena over me, given the chance." she says, like she's talking about the weather or gas prices.

Damon kisses the side of her neck, "You're wrong. If this was a competition, you would win by a landslide."

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018. eternity

"Forever is a long time." Stefan says, as the three of them stand on the shores of eternity.

Caroline reaches out, entwined her fingers with Damon's, slides her arm through Stefan's. "Let's start with Paris, together."

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019. red

He watches her slip into the dress, play with her makeup, curl her hair, and put on her jewelry in annoyance. "Caroline." he sighs impatiently.

"What?" she snaps, "I like getting dressed up when we go out."

Damon sighs louder.

Caroline smooths her hands over the lapels of his jacket, kisses his nose, and slyly whispers, "You know you like me in red." in his ear.

"I like you best in nothing at all." he whispers back, taking her hand and placing a kiss on her ring finger before he rips the dress from her body and carries her to bed.

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020. fascination

He pokes at the freckles peppering her back in fascination, traces them, connects the dots with them, and even licks one.

"You're being weird." Caroline tells him.

Damon looks offended, sticks his tongue out at her, and goes back to counting her freckles.

notes: wow i'm really shocked at how many of you liked this. it gives me feels/fuzzies.

special thanks to: pariswindspeed (highly recommend her daroline/stelena fics), s.e carrigan, and black angel shatakshi for their drabble suggestions. i wrote down the other suggestions reviewers left and they'll be up soon (: