TVD imagines/preferences

First 'I love you'

Stefan: Someone had been messing with Stefan's mind. Be it some sort of compulsion, or witchcraft, he was made to believe that you had died. He completely broke. The only function he could muster were tears over 'the loss' of the love of his life. Although in his mind, he never got to tell you that. That he was in love with you. He heaved over, an aching pain eating away at his chest, before he sped over to your house out of pure emotion.
Pounding on the door, You quickly ran down to open it.
He didn't know what he was expecting. His mouth gaped open and his breathing pretty much came to a stop as he looked at you.
"y/n?" He gasped, stepping back, making sure you weren't an illusion.
"Stefan, what happened?" You asked sympathetically, moving toward him and placing a hand on his cheek to wipe away a stray tear. As soon as he felt the touch of your hand, he knew it was real. He sucked in a breath at the feeling before latching onto you, wrapping strong arms around you instantly.
"I love you so much, y/n." He spoke into your hair, shifting his arms to pull you in just that little but closer. He loved you.
"I love you too, Stefan. So much."

Damon: "y/n I am not good for you." Damon said firmly, noticeably raising his voice.
"Your not listening, I don't care!" You shot back obviously.
"This is not some dramatic movie!" He yelled, "This is not a romantic book where everything turns out okay in the end and everyone lives happily ever after! This is real life and you're going to get hurt!"
"Damon I'm not leaving you." You spoke again, letting him do all the arguing as you tossed up whether or not to say what you really needed to.
"Then I guarantee you will live your life full of pain and misery." He started darkly, trying to scare you off. "I want to be with you y/n, more than anything, but I care about you more than I do myself, thats why this cant happen! You can't get hurt! Why can't you just see that this is a bad situation to be in?!" He yelled, mixed emotions coursing through him. Anger, Frustration, but most of all, heartbreak. This was by far, the last thing he would ever want to do. The look alone that came over your face when he brought up the topic sent chills up his spine. You meant more to him than anything in the world, but he couldn't see you get hurt.
"Because!" You yelled, not wanting to give him a proper answer.
"Because what?!" He yelled back.
"Because I love you!"
The room went silent. His gaze softened and the look on his face changed from that of anger, to complete vulnerability. His eyes widened, eyebrows furrowing and his jaw slightly dropping in disbelief. In awe.
After a minute of complete silence, he suddenly stepped forward, pulling his hands behind your head, to the base of your neck and pressing a firm kiss to your lips.

Klaus: You were virtually on your death bed. Cliché as it may seem, there was no way Nik would ruin his reputation unless it was serious. And that's how he saw it, confessing his love for you, he saw it as weak, thinking it would make him seem vulnerable.
He had been away in New Orleans for the past couple of weeks, when he got a call from a frantic Stefan, telling him that you had been bitten by a werewolf. Not wasting any time, he left, reaching Mystic Falls by morning. He arrived at the Salvatore's house, swinging the door wide open, not bothering to knock.
"Hey there buddy, heard of knocking before? It's this really gre-" Damon spat sarcastically, Nik quickly cut him off.
"I don't have time for this Damon! Where is she?" He spoke, worry coursing through his voice.
"Up here, Klaus." Stefan called from the top of the staircase. He practically flew up the stairs, quickly following Stefan to the room you were in. The door slowly opened, and Nik's eyes quickly landed on you. Your weak figure lay in the bed as you drifted in and out of consciousness, a cold sweat broken out on your face and the bite sat visible, on the side of your neck.
Klaus' heart dropped into his stomach and his breathing came close to a stop. He turned and shot Stefan a 'thank you' before moving toward you. The door closed, and Stefan left the room. Climbing into the bed behind you, he lifted you into his lap.
"Nik?" You breathed out.
"I'm here, love. I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner." He spoke sadly, brushing fingers through your hair before biting into his wrist and lifting it to your mouth, allowing you to drink.
He patted the top of your head as you drank, a tear falling down his cheek.
"I love you so much, y/n." He choked out. Pulling his wrist away, the werewolf venom now out of your system, you gave him a weak smile.
"I love you too, Nik."

Elijah: It had been all but three weeks since Elijah moved back to New Orleans, leaving you in Mystic Falls. You weren't dating, but there was no doubt that there was a connection there, you were both just too afraid to move things any further.
After the first couple of days, Elijah found himself missing you. But it wasn't just you, it was the way you laughed, your voice, the way you walked, the whole aura you brought with you whenever you entered a room. He couldn't sleep, you were the absolutely only thing on his mind, and it was tearing him apart. So he did the only thing he could. He went back.
When he arrived, it was late into the night, but he couldn't bring himself to wait until the morning to see you. Knocking on the door, he stood back and waited, terrified.
You immediently got up from your desk and headed downstairs, not being able to sleep either. A little confused as to who would be there so late, you slowly opened the door.
Elijah stood in the doorway, a heavy sigh escaping his his lips as he caught sight of you, a smile appearing on his face.
"Elijah?" You asked tiredly, confused, opening the door fully.
"I couldn't stand being away, y/n." He spoke quietly. Looking away from him shyly, you smiled at the ground at his words.
"Truth it; I love you." He confessed. You pulled your eyes up to meet his in shock. The silence between the two of you grew, and you could almost see his fear while awaiting your response.
"I love you too." You breathed quietly, almost shocking yourself as well as Elijah with your confession.
Without hesitation, he moved closer and wrapped a strong arm around your waist, the other caressing your cheek as he brought his lips to yours lovingly.