TVD imagines/preferences

He finds out you were in an abusive relationship

Stefan: It was still early in the morning, and Stefan had woken up before you, as per usual. He lay there for a while, watching you, so peaceful. You subconsciously shuffled back, closer into his chest when he moved, causing him to smile tiredly, although his smile quickly faded when he caught sight of a faint scar on your back, peaking out from the bottom of your shirt. He gingerly ran his fingers across it, waking you up in the process.

"y/n?" He asked, noticing you stirring awake. You simply hummed a response, gesturing for him to continue. "How did this happen?" He asked, fingers brushing over the scar. He felt you stiffen under his touch, and immediently, his protective, worrisome side took over.

"I honestly can't even remember." You spoke 'matter of factly', but he saw right through your words.

"y/n, did someone hurt you?" He asked hesitantly. Your hair masked your face, but after a few seconds of silence, you gave a weary nod, the lump in your throat preventing you from speaking as you relived the painful memory.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, and rolled you over to face him. He quickly noticed your tears and tensed up, lifting his other hand to wipe them away from your cheek.

"Who?" He asked sympathetically. But you couldn't answer. You weren't physically, or mentally strong enough to speak his name. And Stefan noticed this. He put two and two together, coming to the conclusion that it must have been someone you trusted, which would explain why you were so clearly traumatized.

"y/n, your ex. He didn't-" He began to ask, stopping his words when you cracked. Tears practically streaming down your face at the mention of him.

"No," He breathed, "No, no, no, oh my god." He choked out, securing both strong arms tightly around you, letting you cry, as he fought back tears as well.

Damon: You had lived in Mystic Falls your whole life. You knew everybody, and everybody knew you. Those were the perks of living in a small town. When the Salvatore brothers moved back, you bumped into Damon. You began talking and he fell for you, hard. As did you. He taught you about vampires and how to protect yourself from them, giving you a vervain necklace as an extra precaution. It had been two years since then, and you were still happily together. Damon was out with Rick for the day, your old teacher, though you knew him more as a family friend.

"So how is everything going with you and y/n?" Rick asked curiously.

"Yeah, good, perfect." Damon smiled.

"You know, its really good for her to have you Damon, she needs you." Rick commented casually, taking a sip of his drink.

"What do you mean by that?" Damon asked quizzically, putting his glass down.

"Well, you know, after what happened with her last boyfriend." Alaric answered uncomfortably, obviously not wanting to go into any detail.

"What happened with her last boyfriend?" Damon spoke urgently. His attention completely on Rick out of worry.

"You don't know?" Rick asked, a mix of pain, surprise, and confusion flooding his eyes. Damon simply shook his head a little, shrugging his shoulders as he waited for Alaric to speak up.

"Damon," He started hesitantly, "He used to beat her."

Damon's entire body stiffened. He looked away from Rick as he thought about this newfound knowledge. Why would anyone want to hurt you? How could anyone want to hurt you? He didn't know how to react or what to say, so he simply shot Rick a sympathetic look before speeding back home to you. Running straight through the front door, he sped over to you immediently and engulfed you in his arms without warning. You giggled at his actions, your chest vibrating with quiet laughter against his.