TVD imagines/preferences

You have a panic attack

Stefan: You were surrounded by death. In the past three years, you had lost almost everyone, with the exception of Jer and Bonnie coming back to life. It was the anniversary of Jenna's death. Three years. She was practically an Aunty to you, considering you grew up with the Gilbert family, you spent a lot of time around her and Elena's parents. And they were both gone too.

You had tried to delay the inevitable tears that would come along with the memories. Ignore what day it was. Anything. You couldn't be this weak. Not after everything that has happened. You should be stronger than this now, right?

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You stood in the bedroom you and Stefan shared in the Salvatore boarding house, tucking the sheets in and making the bed, anything to distract yourself from the memories that ran rampage through mind.

"Cleaning?" Stefan asked amusingly from the door.

"Yep." You replied, popping the 'P' as you continued to tidy the room.

"Since when do you clean?" He joked lightheartedly.

"Since I need a distraction." You spoke under your breath, without averting your gaze from the linen you were folding. Stefan moved closer into the room, his face softening as he came to terms with what day it was, what had happened those three years ago.

"It's okay to be sad, y/n." He spoke softly. You stiffened, bunching the cotton fabric up in your hands as you held in a breath.

"No it's not." You finally replied, letting go of the sheet and turning on your heel to face Stefan. "It has been three years, Stefan. Three years of nothing but grief, and death, and mourning. Three years." You repeated, the tears threatening to spill as he looked on with sorrow in his eyes. "Don't you think after all of this time I should be used to it? I should stop dwelling on the past? On things I can't change? I just- I-" You began to stutter, your chest forming a tight knot you couldn't undo, and the lump that had formed in your throat from holding back tears making it harder and harder to breath with every second.

Stefan's eyebrows creased together in worry as he rushed over to you, pulling you into his chest in a protective embrace, hushing you as he held you closer.

"Your emotions are what make you human y/n. You are not weak for letting them show." He soothed. "Breath. You're alright." Rubbing your back comfortingly, he managed to calm you down enough to get your breathing to return to it's normal pace.

"Thank you." You whispered after composing yourself a bit more, your eyes still red from crying and your voice strained. He pulled away and looked at you, moving a piece of hair behind your ear.

"You are one of the strongest people I know, y/n. Remember that."

Damon: How it started; you couldn't answer. One minute you were relaxing in the parlour with Damon, the next; you couldn't breath. Be it overthinking or spending too much time with your own thoughts, it broke you down.

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You shakily put your glass on the coffee table as you felt it come on, your breathing picking up pace as your eyes darted around the room worriedly.

"y/n?" Damon called after noticing your fearful facial expression and shaking stature. You looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes as your heart raced even faster, if you hadn't have known any better, you would have mistaken it for a heart attack.

Damon's eyes widened as he narrowed in on the sound of your heart, instantly understanding that you were having an anxiety attack.

He hated to see you like this. You stood up, your hands running through your hair as you tried to slow your breathing. Damon stood up too, calmly inching closer toward you.