TVD imagines/preferences

You make them smile/laugh after a bad day

Stefan: I heard as Stefan's feet padded through the front door and into the kitchen, making me jump to my feet to see him. He always greets me first thing when he gets home. Always. Something must be wrong. I walked into the kitchen to see him grabbing a drink from the fridge.

"Stefan?" I questioned, standing in the door frame, furrowing my brows

"Hm?" He asked, popping his head up from inside the fridge door.

"Are you okay?" I asked sympathetically, walking toward him to place a hand on his shoulder

"Bad day," he started "I'm going for a run to cool off a bit." He stated, walking past me and toward the front door. I followed close behind, putting my (y/h/l), (y/h/c) into a ponytail,

"I'm coming with you then." I said, he turned around and looked at me quizzically

"You hate running." He stated, raising an eyebrow,

"That may be true, but I love you. And if you can't tell me whats wrong, the least I can do is be there for you." I stated with a smile, heading out the door and toward the forest.

We had been jogging for what seemed like hours, but was most likely around 15 minutes before I slowed to a stop, hunching over and trying to catch my breath, as Stefan stopped by a tree, leaning on it while waiting with his arms crossed. It's not that I'm that unfit. I'm just not a vampire.

"Woah! Slow down Usain Bolt." I panted jokingly, Stefan leaned over and let out a warm laugh before slowly walking over to me, still chuckling. He pulled me into a hug, and I could feel his chest vibrate as he continued to laugh.

"C'mon, lets go home." He smiled

"Thank god." I replied, earning another laugh from him before he slung his arm around my shoulders as we began to make our way home.

Damon: I got back home only to find a drunken Damon lying on the couch, half a bottle of burbon clutched in his hand,cursing silently to himself.

"Hey buddy, how you doin'?" I asked with obvious sarcasm flowing through my voice.
"Super duper." He shot back with his infamous smirk. I walked over and pried the bottle from his hands before crouching down next to him,
"What happened?" I questioned, brushing my fingers through his hair as he lay with eyes closed on the couch
"Everything." He replied with a sarcastic smile which soon faded back to him emotionless face, eyes still closed,
"Oh, my poor little darling, excuse me while I go fetch my violin." I stated sarcastically, pulling a fake 'sad face.' He let out a short chuckle, making his chest vibrate. He opened his eyes and shot me his signature smirk,
"How am I supposed to brood over things and keep up my 'depressed, mean guy' facade when you say things like that?" He questioned, smiling up at me.
"You can't." I answered, placing a kiss on his cheek

Klaus: Klaus continued to pace the room as he cursed under his breath, unaware as to how to handle what we are calling 'The Tyler Lockwood situation'. It had been really stressing him out.
"I am going to kill that bastard." he started, "I will rip his heart straight out of his chest."
He has been having these little outbursts all week, so I have grown used to it. So much so that I don't even react anymore. I have tried to cheer him up, but at this point, the only thing that may bring a smile to his face would be if I were to present him with Tyler's head on a silver platter.
"feral mutt he is." I muttered under my breath as I flipped the page of my book. The sound of Klaus' laughter caught my attention as I raised my head to look at him, a confused look plastered over my face.
"That is both the first, and best thing I have heard you say all day." He stated through a slight chuckle,
"Well I'm glad I amuse you." I smirked going back to my book, only to be picked up and swung around before being placed back onto my feet and having a small kiss planted on my forehead.
"Excuse my brooding lately love." He stated smiling down at me.

Elijah: Elijah may come off as somewhat emotionless at times. But that is not the case. He just seems to hide his emotions from everyone, he believes that showing signs of emotion shows signs of weakness and vulnerability. And with the position he is in, that is not the best thing for someone to see. So when I was awoken to the sound of Elijah yelling and glass shattering, I expected an intruder, rather than an emotional outburst.
I ran down the stairs in my oversized shirt to be met with an infuriated Elijah. He was pacing the room, throwing bottles, flipping the couch and coffee table on his way through, cursing under his breath.
I made my way over to him and wrapped him in a hug, nuzzling my head into his chest, and stopping him in his tracks. He didn't hug back at first. He just looked down at me, confused. Still breathing heavily. His breathing began to slow and return to normal as I looked up at his face to be met with a warm smile, and his arms being wrapped around my body, holding me close.
"Thank you." He spoke into my hair before squeezing me tighter.