Prompt: Imagine your OTP hanging out one day when suddenly Person A gets the hiccups. Person B tries to help Person A by doing all those tricks they read on the internet. None of them work or Person A. Person B suddenly has an idea, and tells Person A that they know how they can stop their hiccups. Person A gets excited, and asks what it is. Person B smiles, and kisses Person A. After they kiss, Person A realizes that their hiccups disappeared.

Pairing: Delena

Characters: Damon, Elena, Stefan (mentioned), Katherine (mentioned).

Rating: K

Words: 1,521

Disclaimer: Don't own TVD, but I do own this computer.

A/N: Hope y'all enjoy! Have a great weekend guys, and for those of you with exams coming up, GOOD LUCK! I know I'll need a shit ton of it.


"How the hell is it possible for a vampire to get the hiccups?" Elena bemoaned, plopping down onto the couch with her limbs spread around her lazily. Hiccup. There it sounded again for the hundredth time.

"You're usually the exception to the rules Elena," Damon chuckled, "so accept it already."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it," Elena grumbled. Damon smirked and turned back to his laptop screen. He was trying to help Elena get rid of her hiccups. As cute as she looked with a pout on her face, he knew that if she spent another hour with the hiccups, she'd explode. He typed into google: How do you get rid of the hiccups? He clicked on the first link to pop up.

"Here we go," Damon announced, looking down at the list of top ten ways for people to get rid of their hiccups. If one of these didn't work, he'd have a miserable girlfriend on his hands, and an upset Elena made for a nasty Damon. "Number one, hold your breath." Damon rolled his eyes. He could've told her that one. It was the most cliché and had about a fifty-fifty chance of success.

"We already tried that one," Elena pointed out.

"Well, do it again." Damon ordered. "A second go won't hurt anything." So, Elena did. Ten seconds later, Elena stopped holding her breath. Damon raised an eyebrow, a smile beginning to grow across his lips, "Did it work?" Elena opened her mouth to answer. Hiccup.

"Guess not." Elena said. "Next." Damon looked down at the second suggestion on the list.

"Put a pinch of sugar underneath your tongue." Damon furrowed his eyebrows. What? Never heard that one before. Elena plopped off the couch, zoomed into the kitchen and back out in two seconds flat.

"Fingers crossed this works," Elena prayed and placed the sugar beneath her tongue. The brunette's face scrunched up. She wasn't expecting the strange texture. "How long do I do this?" The words came out funky due to the substance in her mouth, but Damon still managed to understand her.

"Doesn't say," Damon replied matter-of-factly. "Try waiting until the sugar dissolves or something." Elena nodded her agreement, letting her eyes shut peacefully while she waited it out.

Waiting for the sugar to dissolve would take a while, so Damon stood and poured himself a glass of Bourbon for the wait. Once he was back in his seat besides Elena, he began scrolling through the messages on his phone.

Stefan had sent him a couple photos of himself and Katherine together in Athens and in Greece. Stefan said that he and the elder doppelganger would be off to Italy next. Damon smiled. He was happy to see his brother happy. Stefan had always been the one to sacrifice everything for the ones he loved, but for once he was doing something out of his own self-interest. He was traveling the world with the love of his life. He couldn't wait for the day he would whisk Elena away from Mystic Falls and do the same. As cliché as it sounds, he couldn't wait to kiss her atop the Eiffel tower, to take her places she'd only dreamed of going as a child, to show her the world as if it was in her own hands and experience it all with her.

His eyes shot to Elena, as they always did when he thought about her, a soft smile on his face. Feeling his gaze on her, Elena opened her eyes to stare at him in return, blue orbs locked on brown.

Hiccup.

Elena pouted. "Dang it!"

"You almost lasted three minutes this time," Damon tried to be optimistic, something that typically had no part in his personality. Elena grimaced, ran back to the kitchen, and spat out the sugar into the kitchen sink.

"Next," Elena called as she took her seat.

"Gargle with ice water," Damon said, flashing out of the parlor to get her a glass of iced water. "Here you go." He offered her the drink.

"Thanks." She threw back a gulp and gargled. After a minute, Elena hiccupped again, nearly choking on the water in the process. "Next," she sputtered. Damon gently patted her back to rid the water from her lungs.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Mhmm," Elena hummed. Damon turned back to his screen.

"Stick out your tongue," he read aloud and rolled his eyes again. Why did these methods have to seem so stupid? If this worked, he'd be shocked.

Just like Damon predicted, it didn't work. He could see Elena growing frustrated, and he couldn't blame her. Her hiccups were starting to get to him too.

"Breathe into a paper bag." Damon voiced the fifth method on the list. "It's a good thing Bon Bon ordered Chinese food yesterday." He pulled a small paper bag off the coffee table and handed it to Elena. "Here you go, baby." Elena got to work, breathing deeply in and out into the bag. Hiccup. Another deep breath from Elena. Hiccup. Hiccup. "That failed tremendously." Damon observed.

"Definitely," Elena groaned. Hiccup. "What else?"

"Try sucking on a lemon." Damon proposed. He cut a slice of lemon in the kitchen and handed it off to her when she joined him. Elena's face immediately puckered when the sour fruit hit her tongue. Damon chuckled, resisting the urge to kiss her. Unfortunately, the lemon failed too.

Hiccup.

"Next."

"Bring your knees to your chest and hug them for two minutes." Damon read off another. He set a timer on is phone once she got in position. She didn't even last a minute before the next cycle of hiccups hit her.

Elena sighed exasperatedly. Hiccup. Hiccup.

Damon took that as a cue and went to a different website. "Cover your mouth with your hand." Elena glared at him. That wasn't going to work. Damon searched for another. "Plug your ears for twenty to thirty seconds." Elena tried it. The method lasted longer than the previous, but the result was the same. Hiccup.

"None of this is working," Elena complained.

"You don't say," Damon chimed sarcastically. Elena stood.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom, and when I return, I hope you've found something promising." She left. Scrolling to the bottom of the site page, Damon found something new. A mischievous grin formed on his face. He could do that; it could be fun—well, until Elena killed him afterward. A strategy formed in his mind.

Five minutes later, Elena returned from her bathroom break to find the kitchen empty. She checked the parlor. Again, there was no sign of Damon. A creak sounded to her right. A couple moments later, it came from above. What the hell?

"Damon?" Elena called. Silence. She walked around the Boarding House, ducking into different rooms in search of her boyfriend because there was no way he'd leave her hanging like this.

After checking Damon's bedroom again, she decided to make her way back to the kitchen. She was thirsty and in need of a blood bag. Just as she rounded the corner after descending the stairs, a grotesque figure darted at her. Elena screamed, hand darting up to cover her mouth. A couple seconds later, hiccup.

"Damn it!" A familiar voice griped from behind the mask. "I really thought this one would work."

"D-Damon?" Elena gasped. Ripping the mask away from his face, Damon's head quickly popped free, smirking down at her.

"In the flesh," he replied. His head snapped to the side as a crack sounded throughout the hall. Elena had slapped him. "Ouch." He rubbed at his face to soothe the ache.

"What is wrong with you?" Elena still had a hand to her chest, calming the racing muscle beneath.

"Scaring you was on the list." Damon explained. Elena shook her head.

"Of course it was." Elena removed the fallen strands out of her face. "What now? I'm never going to get rid of these hiccups." Damon frowned, disliking her defeated tone. She was genuinely upset. It made him wish he could just—

Wait.

A light bulb had gone off in Damon's brain.

"I know how to stop your hiccups." He announced seriously. Elena looked up at him, excited.

"Really? What?" She asked quickly. Damon smiled, leaned down, and kissed her square across the lips. Elena, surprised, could do nothing but kiss him back. Kissing Damon was always both new and familiar. New in that their kisses were always as good as the first as if she was experiencing that moment all over again. Damon's kisses could take Elena's mind off of everything and anything. It was familiar in that it was the same dance each and every time. The tempo may be different, but the taste and feeling it gave her was all the same.

Wonderful. Warm. Thrilling.

"What was that for?" Elena asked him curiously. "Not that I'm complaining." It took a minute to realize that they'd been kissing for quite a while.

Before Damon had even opened his mouth, Elena knew the answer. A wide smile showing teeth graced her face.

Her hiccups were gone.


A/N: I hope that wasn't too bad! REMEMBER I TAKE REQUESTS. Until next Friday readers. Make sure to leave a wonderful review. Au revoir!