well i kinda slipped in some song lyrics ((though i added some words)) and if you get the reference then god bless u because i'm currently so obsessed with the song

i think it's time i say this again : i love you guys so so much, hope you're all doing fine x thank you for 460K reads, that's almost half a million omg what the hell you're too fabulous for me !!

i feel like i was supposed to say something but now i forgot and it annoys me idk anyway enjoy the imagine, i liked writing it (:

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Imagine Damon comforting and helping you when you get a panic attack

"Don't worry babe, I'll always be here for you."

Those words Damon Salvatore said to you when you exactly one year ago told him how you suffered from panic attacks. Those words you repeated every time you were on the verge of losing your mind and every time you knew you were about to have another one of your moments. Those words were stuck in your mind and in your heart, and they brought not only great relief, but joy and love because that was truly what Damon felt for you, too. You both loved each other dearly, but you couldn't help but doubt it when you felt it happening again.

Damon had left to deal with something very usual, nearly daily, with his brother and you promised to be fine and stay safe, but obviously you didn't think you'd have a panic attack. But that was exactly what was happening. It started when you were cutting vegetables for a salad to support a lovely meal you had been preparing just for you and Damon since the morning. You felt your chest tightening, your heart beginning to race your mind which started to fail on you and all the shaking and loss of control caused you to cut open your finger, earning a gasp from you when you felt the sharp pain.

You stared at the wound and the gushing blood, and it took you a while to realize you had to look for a band-aid to put on. Eventually you started to move though, but all the crazy thoughts were pulling you in, threatening to drown you in them and you felt like you were losing your mind and you honestly struggled to even find a band-aid. You knew your kitchen well enough, you could have found whatever you were looking with your eyes closed, if you weren't having a panic attack.

Your hands shook evidently as you roamed through the drawers and shelves until you found a package of band-aids and managed to take one out. You were about to open it, but a frightening feeling of smothering and choking right there and then overwhelmed you and the box of band-aids fell onto the floor, every plaster spreading out on the floor. You dropped onto your knees and felt sweat dripping down your temples as you shut your eyes and prayed for all of it to go away. Oh, if only it was that simple.

"Always here, huh?", you breathed out, "Damon can kiss my ass. What a fucking tool", wiping sweat away and trying to concentrate on the band-aids. The cut on your finger was wide and deep, and you already felt weak and dizzy, but it could have been caused by the panic attack too. You thought you were going crazy, especially when you grabbed a handful of band-aids only to realize that your hands were numb now. Your eyes widened and nausea swam into your stomach and you wanted to vomit as the oh-so familiar, horrible thoughts entered your head and made you feel even more bad and crazy.

"I'm going to die, oh my God", you weakly whimpered while resting your back against the counter. "I'm so going to die", you whispered, your voice barely audible for even yourself now, but that wasn't relevant. What was relevant and something you needed to work on, was your loss of breath, the chest pains, the potential death you terribly feared and the bleeding finger which left bloody stains all over the kitchen as you moved.

You didn't manage to put on the band-aid, you could barely understand your surroundings anymore, yet you succeeded on calling Damon. He answered, but you couldn't say anything, you just panted and trembled while sitting with your knees to your chest, your finger bleeding onto the floor while sweat covered your pale face. You were expecting death to pay a visit like you often did when you had a panic attack, and if not death, then at least you were going crazy for sure. Something was wrong with you, you were certain of it and you hated it.

"Babe? Is everything ok?", Damon asked from the other side of the call but when you remained silent, your breathing heavy enough for him to hear though, he ended the call and a small, tiny part of you knew he was going to come home. The other, bigger, more powerful part were more convinced that Damon would never come back to you and that you'd just eventually die in your kitchen where you were supposed to just make dinner for you and your boyfriend.

Only fifteen minutes later, the front door was smacked open so hard it nearly fell off of its hinges but Damon had no time to worry about such. He called out your name, but you were just a trembling mess on the kitchen floor, on a little puddle of blood, distress swallowing you whole. You could not speak, but somewhere, in the middle of all your crazy, messy thoughts you felt a sentence pushing through, hoping you could say it to Damon.

"I don't know where you are or where I am, you'll have to come and find me."

Suddenly, like your prayers had been heard, Damon ran into the kitchen and when he saw you he slid onto his knees, his body meeting yours softly as he threw himself next to you. He bit on his wrist, and fed you his blood which you unwillingly took, not realizing what it was but he managed to force it down your throat so your finger healed and your state turned a tad better but not much. Vampire blood couldn't hear panic attacks - though he and you both wished otherwise.

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry for not being here for you. You are not going crazy, okay? You can get through this babe, just breathe in and out for me, please", Damon spoke softly to you while holding you in his arms, his jaw on the top of your head while caressing your warm body with his large hands. You tried to do as he said, knowing it would help but as always, it was a challenge. Nonetheless, you tried, you made an attempt and it caused Damon to smile fondly.

"Good job, babe, just like that. You're doing great. Breathe with me, slowly, deeply. It's okay", he continued to comfort you, hugging you when you allowed him to close you into his embrace. You slowly began reaching peace, and your breathing got even and all thanks to Damon, the distress and the pain in your chest started to fade. It was like magic, he made you feel better and you were damn grateful because of it.

You needed him in your life, no doubt of it. And luckily, you had him, and would never lose him.

"Well done, I'm proud of you baby girl", he muttered, and kissed your cheek while caressing your hair gently. You broke into a smile, and weakly thanked him when you felt the possibility of speaking in you again.

"You go to the couch and take a nap and I'll finish dinner, yeah? I love you", Damon grinned, and kissed you while helping you up. He walked you to the couch, where he covered your body with a warm blanket, and then went back to the kitchen.

He was hands down the most important person in your life, and you were incredibly lucky to have him.