PROMPT: Put your music on shuffle, and write a short ficlet inspired by each song that comes on. However, you can only write for as long as the song plays. Thought I'd try out this fun writing exercise!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries, nor make any money from this.

Neon Peach by Snoh Aalegra ft. Tyler, The Creator

Bonnie stares at the open road ahead of her.

It's dark but from here, it looks endless, infinite, like it could swallow her whole and she'd disappear entirely. The thought is strangely comforting as bright-blue eyes flash in her view.

Damon's smirk comes to mind, but she pushes it away. She knows it will take a while to cleanse him from her system, but oh god, she hopes it comes quick. Let the earth wipe her away and leave him searching for her. Let him be the one who will finally lose her.

She gets into her car and starts driving. Greets the night with a worn vigour.

Watch by Billie Eilish

"Bonnie," Damon pleads, "Bon, I didn't mean it. I made a mistake."

"Right," she laughs bitterly, "you fucked up again. What's new? How many more times do you expect me to buy that excuse? Do you really expect me to keep looking like a fool?"

"No, no, I-I didn't mean it. It was a stupid decision."

"No, it was the right one because now, I see you for who you truly are. Someone who isn't worth loving."

His eyes sting badly. His desperation feels heavy on his chest. "Please, I'm sorry. God, forgive me, please."

"Not this time, Damon. I'm done crying and being the one heartbroken. It's your turn now. I'm not shedding any more tears over you. It's not worth it."

Lightning and Thunder by Jhené Aiko ft. John Legend

Bonnie wonders if this is natural for sixteen, if it's really possible to be drawn to someone so dark. She hasn't told anyone about this, about her attraction to Damon Salvatore, but god, sometimes the words are right there and yet they never come out. She knows witches can't be compelled, and vampires are dead, they have no magic but that has to be what it is. Right?

Damon's met a lot of witches in his lifetime. He's liked some of them, called them friends, allied with others and made enemies with quite a few others. Sure, he's felt attraction, but not like, not this intense pull that calls to him whenever Bonnie Bennett is nearby. It overpowers him, and, well, he doesn't like that.

They want to be free of each other. Sometimes, they wonder if that means death, or giving in. Either option seems to mean surrendering, something neither is enthusiastic about. Still, it is enticing to give in, and see where this heat leads them.

Stray feet sometimes come close. Eyes linger a little too long, but not quite lips meeting. One day, though. They can feel it, deep down, that one day it'll happen and all will be lost.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Frally

Damon could map out Bonnie Bennett's life from start to finish. He was like her walking encyclopedia.

She liked purple nail polish, specifically the shade "Spring Lillies." She said the colour made her feel like a regular girl, getting to indulge in such a mindless routine. But her favourite colour is burnt orange, the kind that flickers at sunset and winks at you from a bonfire.

She loved roller skating as a kid, always requesting Janet Jackson and Madonna when she'd go to an indoor rink. She even got a pair, brassy white skates with clean blue laces. She never really got the hang of ice skating, though, oddly enough.

Who's by Jacquees

"Oh, yeah, that feels good," Bonnie sighs, sinking into the touch, "Right there, hmm, yeah. That's nice."

Damon continues kneading her back tenderly, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Yeah?"

"God, yes. My entire body has been killing me all day. Your daughter's been pressing on my organs non-stop," she rubs her belly, "She's already got so much energy, I don't know how we'll keep up with her."

"Easy. You're a witch and I'm a vampire. We have the upper hand."

She laughs. "I'm pregnant and already pretty beat up. You may be down a player."

"Nah," he nuzzles her hair, "I'll take care of you. I'll take us to the finish line."

Out More by Isabella

Damon has Bonnie in the back hallway of the club, pressed against the wall. His hand traces up and down the side of her torso, fingering the slim pink satin dress she's wearing. She stares at him from between kohl-rimmed eyes, the ghost of a teasing smile on her face.

"How on earth can we go out when all I wanna do is take you home?" he murmurs, burying his face in the curve of her neck.

"Because I wanna have fun," she breathes out, tilting her neck to give him more access. Her calves nudge his legs closer and she presses a sloppy kiss to his cheek. "I like going out."

"Clearly, it's so you can tempt me."

"Maybe. It's kinda fun."

"Yeah?" He presses light kisses to her skin, purposefully teasing her and she groans frustratedly.

Save Your Tears by The Weeknd ft. Ariana Grande

The moment their eyes meet, Bonnie thinks maybe she should feel fury or dread. Instead, she's just shocked and feels bare, being caught off-guard like this. His gaze seems to reflect a similar sentiment as he strides over, closer and closer, Bonnie's world spinning.

"Hey."

"Hi."

It's been months since she skipped town and ran all over the world. "What are you doing in New York?"

"Having fun, of course," Damon smirks, his eyes softening slightly, "You look good. Happy."

"I am. I really am."

He looks down briefly. She thinks he might be pained or angry. "I'm sorry."

"I know. It's alright now."

"Do you think…?"

"I don't know," she says honestly, "maybe one day. But not now."

Me, Chanel & Jameson by 11:11

Bonnie giggles, blowing out a puff of smoke. Damon takes the joint from her, sucking in a breath, even if he can't really feel the effects of weed, it feels somewhat relaxing as it settles in his lungs. City lights glitter from outside their window, cars honking in the distance as their hotel room surveys from above.

Bonnie crawls across the bed and swings a leg over Damon's torso, straddling his body. She bends down to kiss him, tasting of weed and faintly of minty gum, hands caressing his shoulders. His hands slide up to grip her thighs as he lifts his head to meet her lips more insistently, moonlight bathing them in their haze.

You Know Wassup by Kehlani

Bonnie stares at her phone. Usually there's a couple texts from Damon, saying good morning except with his usual snark, commenting on some strange thought or Stefan's weird habits. She didn't expect him to text, not after their fight last night, but she feels disappointed anyway.

She throws her phone down and buries her face in her hands, scrubbing at her eyes. She hadn't exactly meant to say being with him was "exhausting," it wasn't true but it also wasn't a lie either. It was worth it, but hard. High school is tricky enough to navigate, but a 150-year-old vampire with homicidal tendencies? There's no self-help books on that.

She wishes she knew what to say to fix this. But the words seem to come up empty at the moment.

The One by Jorja Smith

"WHY did you go in there by yourself?!" Damon demands heatedly, "You could've gotten hurt, or died!"

"I thought I could handle it, I was wrong," Bonnie grits out, feeling irritated with both him and herself, "It's over. I'm fine."

"But you could've been very much not fine, Bonnie! Why the fuck did you think it was okay to take them on yourself?!"

"I told you, I thought I could handle it!" she yells, whirling around to face him with a flinty gaze, "Why are you so pissed?! Let's just forget it!"

"Forget it?! You pull a stupid move and you want to act like it didn't happen?! I COULD'VE LOST YOU AND YOU WANNA BRUSH IT OVER!"

"LOSE ME? I'M FINE!"

"BUT YOU MIGHT'VE NOT BEEN! THAT'S THE POINT!" he approaches her, his eyes wild, "That's the fucking point. What the fuck am I supposed to do if I lose you, huh?"

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