imagine Damon meets your parents for the first time
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"Hey, it's going to be fine." You smile, putting extra stress on 'fine'.
Damon shrugs. "I don't know." He sighs.
"I'm telling you," You say, bringing your hand up to adjust the collar of his black button down shirt. "It is going to be fine, okay?"
Damon and you had been dating for 3 months now and he hadn't met your parents yet. Your parents were coming to Mystic Falls to attend an important event and you figured that it'd be an amazing opportunity to introduce Damon to your parents. Thus, you invited your parents over to your house for lunch.
"Let's see then." Damon slightly smiles, bringing your hand to his mouth and planting a gentle kiss on it.
You smile sweetly at him. In the spur of the moment, the bell rings, indicating the arrival of the expected guests.
Grabbing Damon's hand, you lead him downstairs. Looking at the mirror on your way one last time, you open the door.
"Mom! Dad!" You grin, engulfing both of them in a hug.
"Y/N! How we missed you." Your mom exclaims.
"Honey, it's only been a week since you last saw her." Your dad laughs, rolling his eyes.
"Let a woman miss her daughter." Your mom chuckles, lightly punching your dad in the shoulder as you laugh.
Damon stands behind you, watching this in amusement. You quickly pass him an encouraging smile.
"Mom, and Dad, this is my boyfriend, Damon." You beam.
Damon steps forward, "Mr Y/L/N, Mrs Y/L/N." He acknowledges both of them before shaking your father's hand. He then takes ahold of your mom's hand and kisses the back of it as she beams at him.
"So we have finally met 'The Damon'." Your dad chuckles, his eyes twinkling.
"Oh yeah, all Y/N does is talk about you." Your mom grins, nudging you with her elbow.
Damon smirks and turns to you as you blush. "Ah, what an honour."
You smile broadly up at him, "Come on, you guys sit in the living room while I quickly set the table."
"Honey do you need help?" Your mom inquires.
"No mom, I'll manage." You say.
As your parents leave the doorway to go to the living room, Damon stays behind.
"Go with them." You lightly shove Damon. "You'll be amazing. I love you." You smile.
He mouths a quick 'I love you' back to you before taking hurried steps to catch up to your parents.
Grinning to yourself, you make your way to the kitchen. Leaning against the kitchen counter, you spot Damon engaged in conversation with your parents. Every minute or so, he leans back to laugh at something your mom said. So far so good. Mentally giving him a thumbs up, you pick up the dishes and head over to the dining table. It takes you five minutes to set the entire table.
Making your way to where Damon and your parents are, you announce, "Guys, lunch is ready."
You lock eyes with Damon and he grins at you. He comes over to you and quickly leans in to kiss your cheek before putting his hand on the small of your back.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot your parents smiling radiantly at this tiny display of affection. You can tell they've already started to like Damon.
Being the gentleman Damon is, he waits at the doorway for your parents to pass before coming through himself.
"Ah, the food smells amazing." Your fathers says, smiling.
You give him a warm smile in return and pull out a chair for yourself. Damon also pulls out a chair right next to you while your parents sit in front.
As everyone fills up there plate with food, no one takes time in digging in. The room fills up with the aroma of the food, conversation and laughter and plenty of embarrassing childhood stories you.
"I am telling you Y/N cut all of her hair once pretending to be a boy." Your mom chokes out to Damon, laughing very hard.
Damon's eyes brighten up and he bursts out laughing. "Really?" He looks over at you, grinning.
Pouting, "I was 6!" You cross your hand over your chest with mock anger but the laughter in your eyes clearly betrays your act. "Can we move on from this now?" You roll your eyes.
"Come on," Damon nudges you in the side. "It's funny."
"No!" You exclaim, now slightly laughing.
"I am telling you Damon, Y/N was very wild." Your dad chortles.
"So I've figured." Damon replies, eyes twinkling with amusement.
"She also-"
"DAD! I don't think Damon wants to know more embarrassing stories of my childhood." Your interrupt.
"Oh trust me sir, I do want to know." Damon says, winking at you.
You give Damon a death stare at which he lightly ruffles your locks and grins down at you.
"Ah look at you both." Your mom cooes, smiling fondly.
Damon smiles at you and drapes and arm around your waist.
"I'll help you do the dishes, Y/N." Your mom says getting up.
Eventually the four of you get up from the table and as your mom comes over to you, Damon automatically makes his way over to your father.
Cleaning the table, you hear bits of their conversation.
"A 1969 Chevy Camaro? Brilliant." Your dad gapes.
"And I can assure you Sir, that baby is the smoothest thing ever." Damon says leaning back onto the couch and smiling proudly.
Atleast they've bonded on something, you smile to yourself.
"So... Damon?" Your mom grins from behind you.
You roll your eyes and chuckle knowing that this was coming. "Yes, I really love him, mommy dearest." You say, meaning it.
"And sweetheart, he is a wonderful boy. So well behaved and mannered. And the way he looks at you. So loving." Your mom twinkles.
"Yeah," You nod. "Damon's the best."
Your mom smiles at you and the both of you move back on cleaning the rest of the dishes.
Once the work is done, the both of you head back over to your dad and Damon who are deeply engaged in conversation. They've shifted from cars to football matches and are currently debating on a sports team.
"Honey," Your mom calls out to your dad. His head snaps up, startled after being interrupted. "We have to go."
"Oh come on, stay for longer." You begin.
"We have to be somewhere sweetie." Your mom replies.
You nod at her. Your dad gets up from the couch as Damon follows suit. Damon and you follow your parents to the hallway. Stopping at the doorway, you turn to your parents.
"Take care then." You smile.
"You too, Y/N." Your mom says, pulling you into a hug.
Your dad steps forward and hugs you too before turning towards Damon.
"We've still got to continue our conversation, Damon." Your father smiles, reaching out his hand for Damon to shake.
Shaking his hand, "Duly noted, Sir." Damon chuckles.
"It was nice meeting you Damon. You take care of our daughter." Your mom smiles, turning towards him.
"I will." Damon replies, earnestly.
"I'm not a baby." You huff but smiling all the same.
"For us, you are."
"Okay bye guys!" Your mom exclaims as she heads out towards the car with your dad.
With a final wave, they get going and disappear further along the road.
Closing the door behind you, "See, it wasn't that bad." Putting your arms around his neck, you reach up on your toes and gently kiss him.
"It went amazing." Damon laughs, sighing in relief. "Your dad told me that he preferred me over your previous boyfriend." He winks at you as you roll your eyes knowing that your father was most likely to say something like this.
"I mean you are the best though." You beam, hands still around his neck, your fingers playing with his hair.
"I know, I am." Damon laughs as he leans in to kiss your nose.