just saw your devils night one shot where reader was dating Misha and it kinda gave me this idea about reader being related to Misha and dating Damon. Maybe like enemies to lovers type thing since Misha and Damon hate each other. Idk just a thought ❤️
DAMON TORRANCE x YN
summary: Damon is jealous of a boy... the boy is your cousin warnings: angst, fluff words: 1105 a/n: Devils Night Oneshots—ML
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𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣...
Thunder Bay Prep, senior year and your cousin Misha Lare is a new/old student
You were glad to have Misha back at Thunder Bay, you had missed him so much; he was, after all, your cousin. Immediately as he walked into the cafeteria you heard a roar from all the other students as they whispered and questioned his arrival.
"Where had he been?"
"What happened?"
"Who was he and why was he hugging you?"
Everyone's questions rang through the lunch room in a loop, but they were suddenly halted when a voice spoke out.
"All right, guys, let's give him some space." A deep, brooding voice echoed as it drew near, and in mere moments, Misha found himself fist bumping Will.
"Misha!" Will exclaimed, his voice brimming with joy, immediately after Misha turned to you and picked you up and spun you around gracefully.
A radiant smile blossomed on your lips, and an overwhelming wave of pure joy enveloped your heart.
"Welcome back," you murmured as he lowered you back to the ground to where everyone who greeted him then moved to their tables to continue lunch.
"Hey, idiots, for those of you who don't know this is Misha," you exclaimed, and you noticed as Damon rolled his eyes slightly.
“Yeah, Y/N we all know who that is…” Damon muttered and you think you just rolled your eyes as you sat back down and into your seat.
"Holy shit! Misha?" Kai’s voice rang out in surprise.
“What the hell happened to you?” Michael questioned.
"Oh my, he's quite attractive," Alex stated as she stared at him, to which Damon rolled his eyes as you laughed.
"Well, he's a psycho." Damon's voice rang out, his tone dripping with frigid hate, and immediately, all eyes turned towards him at the table, their gazes filled with curiosity.
You couldn't understand why he would say that, also, Damon had always been indifferent to drama and other people's opinions.
"When did other people's lives start mattering to you?" You inquired, only to be met with his piercing eyes. Instead of replying, he gave you yet another dismissive eye roll and Misha just laughed as he remained silent beside you until he caught Damon's unforgiving gaze staring into him.
"Hey, Damon," he said coldly as if he was trying to start something and Damon’s gaze met his.
"Misha," he said, his voice barely a whisper and then Damon got up from the table and walked away.
"What's up with him?" You furrowed your brows in question as you asked Kai.
"Don't worry about it," Kai reassured you.
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The Friday following the end of his week back, the sun sank below the horizon, and the warm air welcomed the night as a number of students gathered at The Cove to celebrate their old friend's reunion.
Everyone was eager to share stories with him and listen to his stories from the past year and also unwind together again.
The atmosphere was buzzing with laughter and chatter, everyone was drinking and having a good time, including yourself, but now you needed to sit.
You stumbled towards one of the abandoned ride seats where you sank into the hard plastic. As you did your drink spilled over the edge and a few drops landed on an unsuspecting figure who had been quietly observing throughout the evening.
"Fuck," you cursed as you straightened up and moved closer to him. As you moved closer, he cleared his throat, prompting you to glance over at him and shift your gaze to the drink stains now adorning his black pants.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry..." you exclaimed, your laughter bubbling forth. "But now you can see why I needed to take a seat," you added, shaking your head as you removed a small piece of clothing and began to delicately wipe away the remaining, nearly dry droplets from his jeans.
As you did so, Damon deftly adjusted his position, gliding subtly in the opposite direction.
"Alright there," he remarked, shaking his head as he tenderly took your hand, guiding it away from his lap and into your own before deftly seizing the drink you held.
You stared at him, trying to think of what to say, yet, as you began to articulate your thoughts, your attention was drawn to Damon as he lifted the glass you had been cradling, savoring a sip from its contents before he finished the last of it.
Then, once it lay empty, he carefully set it down on the ground in front of him.
"I believe you've had enough to drink now," Damon said lowly as he looked over at you.
"I've hardly had any!" You protested, sitting up and extending your hand toward the drink he had just set on the ground. "Did you really have to finish the whole thing?" You inquired, maintaining a steady gaze while Damon’s eyes rolled slightly.
"I don't know if you remember, but just about forty-five seconds ago, you managed to spill it all over me," he stated as he gestured to his still-damp attire.
"And I tried to help clean it up," you shot back, your voice laced with a playful lilt, unable to suppress a roll of your eyes.
"I could have managed it on my own," Damon stated as he observed you, unable to resist the playful exchange. You drew nearer to him.
“Why are you the way you are?” You asked innocently and Damon laughed lowly.
“Ask Misha.”
“You don't like him do you?” You asked and he shook his head.
“No I don't.”
“Are you jealous?" You implored, radiating undeniable confidence, and Damon found his irritation escalating with each moment he lingered beside you and all he could do was laugh.
“You absolutely are! You know he's my—”
“Yeah, I know but that doesn't mean I want to see him hugging you like that,” he began, his voice drawing nearer to you as he pressed his lips to her ear. "I would have much preferred it be me."
You were in a whirlwind of confusion but your cheeks flushed a deep crimson as you pushed him away.
“You're drunk," you observed.
“No you're drunk,” Damon stated, and at that moment, you delivered a sharp slap across his face, but Damon didn't even react.
“What the fuck was that for?”
“Because you avoided me for a whole week just because I gave my cousin a hug, you deserve it.”
“No, he deserves it…”
“Get over yourself, Damon,” you said and with that he stood up.
“Fine, I will.” And then he was gone leaving you left alone with all your confused thoughts.
