#bamon1994

[carrotnchappy]

10th May 1994. Is BAMON. Reality is... there is no Bonkai, not even in the AU. Because,Both Damon and Bonnie were bonded and against Kai.

chrissyD~ GC

[ladynyteshade]

Happy May 10th late but on purpose. ——!

“ Don’t get comfortable. It’s only because I’m dying that you’re driving. But then again, if I succeed in slipping away this time you should have the Camaro.”

“Stop talking Damon. Dying is my thing why would you try and outdo me?!”

Half shut piercing eyes peer over at the little witch as she drives like a woman on fire or more so like Cruella Deville with a car full of Dalmatian puppy’s. Her voice weaves into his fragile conscience and he laughs at her then winces. Glassy blue orbs squint as his body is wracked with pain.

“You would make me laugh by being offended that I can die better than you.”

Her own green cat-like eyes pull from the road briefly so she can show him true Bennett conviction.

“You’re not dying today!”

“Is that so,” he says with a grimacing smirk “and why is that, because the mighty Bonnie Bennett witch extraordinaire says it’s so?” It’s a traditional Damon taunt filled with cocky bravado before horrifying wet coughs rattle his body.

“ Because it’s May 10th Damon, it’s our day. Nothing and no one beats us on our day.” Determination and fear make her voice waiver.

The lanky vampire gives an argumentative snort. As his eyes close a trickle of blood dribbles from the corner of his mouth.

“Hey! Wake up! Don’t go bleeding on my new ride. It will never come out of the upholstery.” When he doesn’t respond she tries again. “I’m tired of saving you. We keep doing this rescue eachother dance. At least help me out this time Damon open your eyes.”

He stays deathly quiet. “Don’t make me hit you with my witchy Juju. Are you asking to be set on fire? It’s been a while now, how about an aneurysm?”

When no snark falls from his unrepentant lips Bonnie pulls off to the shoulder of the road, parks the car, disables her seatbelt and crawls over to him. His breathing is shallow and he is completely unresponsive. Her heart sinks. When her cell phone goes off in the silence of her lament it startled her. She manages to fumble the call to accept after acknowledging that it’s Stefan. She’s babbling incoherently before he can even speak.

“ You need to calm down. Where are you?”

Bonnie glances up and looks around wildly. “We are still about four hours outside of New Orleans. We won’t make it to Klaus Stefan.” she whispers brokenly.

“I know. Good thing for you that Caroline, Rick and I found an alternative.”

“I’m listening, I just hope there is a way I can get him close to someone with a cure in enough time. He is unconscious and barely breathing.”

“ Lucky for us my brother renewed his friendship with the last true line of Qetsiyah, he needs a strong dose of Bennett blood.”

“ Are you joking with me right now?” She practically yells into the phone.

“ No. Bonnie I realize you have an issue with vampires and having your blood t…”

“Got to go Stefan. I’ll have you’re brother call you.” The phone was launched into the back seat before she climbed up to stradle Damon’s lap.

“Okay, here we go.” Grabbing an ink pen from her abandoned purse she made gouging cut in her wrist and pressed it to his mouth. He showed no sign of swallowing on his own so she began massaging his throat. She cussed him, shook him, and griped at him; all the while her wrist never leaving his mouth.

Bonnie’s forehead was pressed to his leather clad shoulder as she let the tears pour out over him. A flutter against the ravaged sensitive skin makes her sit straight up. Emerald sea and ice sky lock in an unwavering stare battle as he drinks from her. Color returns to his face; cheeks flush pink with new life. While he supped from her crimson gift of life one of his hands holds her arm gently while the other finds its way to her face to gingerly swipe away the tears that had run freely. Not reaching his fill but feeling much more himself he plucked her flesh from between his lips and presses a sweet kiss to her palm right below her injured skin. She gives him a watery smile.

“I told you I wouldn’t let you die on our day.” She said around a sniff.

Damon issues a condescending twist of the lips. “Yeah well, you manage to pull it off with two minutes to spare. Its 11:58. At this point we might as well say May 11th is our day too.” Then he did something a little different than normal, using a sharp canine he rips open the thick pad of his thumb and lays it across her bottom lip. When she didn’t comply immediately he rubbed the digit back and forth along her Cupid’s bow seeking entrance then hisses with delight when she slips it in and strokes it with her tongue.

“Happy May 11th Bonnie.” He utters in a strangled exhale. ——— Happy May 10 and May 11

[carrotnchappy]

Happy Bamon May 10 1994 Lunar Eclipse also happen at May 10 1994 In Appreciated Of Bamon Memories in 1994 season 6.

[heliousdeluna]

May 10th 1994 : The BodyGuard Bridal Style #Happy Bamon Day #Bamon1994

[carrotnchappy]

May 10 (1994) 2016 Bamon song Whatta Man by Salt&Pepa memorable~

[beedomeemaw]

vague speculation but not really about what damon’s “ultimate sacrifice” could be in the finale ft. bonnie making breakfast

with vampcakes, may 10th nostalgia, ms cuddles and the goddamned letter thrown into a one shot all signs point to fluff!! but lol jokes on u its super angsty because apparently i hate joy, whoops

Holding the spatula in one hand and staring down at the calendar in front of her, Bonnie flipped through the past months, a dedicated uniform X carefully drawn through each day. Turning back to the current month, she crossed out the today’s date.

May 10th.

Bonnie flipped the pancakes bubbling on the stove and pulled the plate closer to the pan to slide the finished product onto it. In front of her sat various bowls of fruit and syrups and after a brief moment of consideration, she grabbed the can of whipped cream and a handful of blueberries to carefully decorate this particular breakfast.

A smiling vampcake stared up at her. She couldn’t bring herself to smile back. “Alright pancake, time to work your magic.”

Enzo watched Bonnie from the doorway of the Salvatore kitchen and gently held her elbow on her way out with the plate.

“He’s not in there, love.” She pulled her arm out of his loose grip. “No one would blame you for walking away. It’s been ten months.”

Annoyance flushed in her chest. “He’ll break through. I’m not giving up on him yet.”

“His heroics in the woods for you was admirable. But the man who was willing to die to pull you back from the brink, the man who walked into that vault exposing himself to the darkness to give us time to sever you from the Everlasting, the man we knew is not in there anymore. He saved my life too, Bonnie,” Enzo added quietly.

“And you plan to repay him by giving up on him entirely,” she said, her words slipping out harsher than she’d intended. “Damon’s not gone.”

“Just because he finally did right by us doesn’t mean we have to devote ourselves to the shell of the person we once knew for the rest of our lives. Stefan has already said his piece. It might be time to consider saying our goodbyes as well,” he said. “You saw what happened to Alex.”

“Damon isn’t Alex,” Bonnie said roughly, walking past him to the steps leading to the basement. “I’ll see you later, Enzo.”

Pushing his words out of her mind, Bonnie approached the locked door and hovered outside. She rolled her shoulders and stretched her neck, mentally preparing herself before slipping inside.

He was right where she’d left him. His arms hung limply in chains above his head and his chin rested on his chest, hair covering his eyes.

“I made breakfast,” Bonnie said and laid the plate in front of him. She dragged the chair from beside the door and sat backwards on it, facing him.

His head lifted slightly revealing his eyes from beneath his unkempt hair. They still looked like Damon’s eyes. Technically they still were. But somehow it wasn’t Damon staring back at her.

“Vampcakes,” he said in Damon’s voice, nodding with Damon’s head, and smirking with Damon’s lips.

“I was feeling nostalgic,” she responded, watching for cracks in the creature sitting in front of her.

He rolled his eyes and looked up at her, a smirk still adorning his lips and condescension and pity plastered across his face.

“The brother showing up with a cake on his birthday didn’t work. Rolling in the coffin of his alive but not really alive girlfriend didn’t work. The torture didn’t work. And you think popping in with these pathetic pancakes representing some of the worst moments of both of your lives is going to bring him back,” an unfamiliar low growl of a laugh escaped Damon’s lips. “Let me guess, Ms. Cuddles is waiting in the wings as Plan B.”

Bonnie steeled herself and kept her face blank as if the thought hadn’t occurred to her, as if Ms. Cuddles wasn’t upstairs in a backpack she’d packed that morning.

Damon’s body leaned forward. “Give. Up.”

Bonnie crossed her arms over the top of the chair stubbornly and leaned in. “No.”

“Walk away, witch. He’s gone. Instead of rehashing the old memories I inherited in his brain let’s you and me talk about getting me out of here. Hell, I’ll even throw in a day of pretending to be him, and you and I could make some new ones,” he said, winking and raising a suggestive eyebrow.

Disgust swirled in her stomach. A comment like this from Damon would elicit an eye roll, or if what he said was particularly dickish, a solid punch to his arm. He would shrug and smirk at her reaction, and she would always return it with one of her own. But right now she just felt ill.

“Oh come on. Like you’ve never thought about it,” he accused. “He did. A lot. Last chance,” he told her enticingly. Bile rose in her throat.

Instead she pulled something out of her back pocket.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“You should know since you have his memories,” Bonnie said, spinning the letter between her fingers by two corners. “I haven’t even read it yet. I brought it out every May 10th in that cabin determined to burn it. Instead I stared at it. And seethed. And every year by the end of the day I tucked it back into the book and out of sight, swearing up and down that next year, next year I’d do it. Then he was back. There was a part of me that couldn’t wait to burn it, tear it up, throw it away right in front of him just to see the look on his face. I wanted to hurt him like he hurt me,” she finished and Damon’s eyes stared up at her silently.

“And then the idiot ruined my plans by playing the hero,” Bonnie continued, tears burning behind her eyes. She blinked them away. “And now I’m stuck with you. So you and I are going to read this letter together because I need something good to keep me going right now. And Damon, I know you’re in there and I need you to hear me, if your letter is shitty or three lines long I need you to know that I will never forgive you.”

He watched her carefully tear open the envelope and unfold the letter it held.

“Bonnie,” she started and proceeded to continue reading the rest of the letter aloud.

I spent the night beside you laying in a hospital bed, completely helpless to heal you or bring you back. You almost died. Again. You almost died because you couldn’t walk away from me  and that has me terrified to my very core. I realized something tonight. Your life is no good with me in it and the more I’m around you, the more I know that my life isn’t anything without you. You’re my best friend but you’re substantially more than that. I can’t watch you die. If it happens in a week or in 60 years I can’t sit by and watch the inevitable happen while I’m still stuck going on living.

So I’m removing myself from the game. Without me in your life, your chances of having a long, full and happy one skyrocket. I want that for you even though it means I can’t be in it.

I don’t know the depth or extent of what I feel for you. I don’t know when my feelings changed or if they’ve always been there. But I do know one simple truth: I love you, Bonnie Bennett.

Please forgive me.

Damon

When she finished, Bonnie clutched the letter in one hand and stood from her chair, approaching him slowly, kneeling down when she reached the wall where he was chained. Bonnie leaned in, gently pressing her lips to his cheek, the lone tear that had slid from her eye brushing against him as she pulled away, leaving a wet spot where she’d kissed him.

As she wiped the spot away with her thumb, Damon’s head tilted and eyebrow quirked. The pitying look his face had been wearing a moment before had eased and he looked at her curiously, his eyes struggling to focus.  

“Damon?” she asked, dangerous hope seeping into her voice.

His eyes turned black as the darkness fought to regain control and when he blinked Damon’s eyes were looking back at her again. But it wasn’t Damon.

Bonnie smoothed out the letter and delicately placed it in front of him beside the plate so he could still read it.

“I know you’re still in there,” she said. “I’m not giving up on you, Damon. Don’t give up on me either. Keep fighting. We’ll bring you back,” she promised.

His eyes narrowed at her viciously and for the first time since locking him up down there the darkness inhabiting Damon’s body pulled at the chains violently.

“Nervous?” she asked, suppressing the smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. As she locked the door behind her, Bonnie’s spirits lifted at the sound of the chains clanging against the brick wall and his voice arguing with himself. Damon was still in there. And he was fighting back.

[sydneybennett-salvatore]

This was actually taken in 1995, but the next closest pictures I found were 1991 and as much I loved some of the pictures I found of me in 91, one in particular, I went with the picture that was closest to the target year.

[damonsletter]

Events from May 10th, 1994