T.V.D Preferences and Imagines

~You Make up~

~(You fight continuation) You make up~

Damon:
He grabbed you by the wrist, hard.

"I don't need lectures from you." He spat as he walked upstairs.

He let go of you hard, causing you to fall against the hard tile.
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You haven't moved, you haven't slept. You stayed in the spot Damon left you in last night. Playing with your engagement ring and thinking, your mind kept reliving the moment, over and over again; Damon pushing down to the ground. You didn't care if he was drunk, abuse in any form was not okay with you.

When you heard footsteps rushing down the stairs you turned away from the staircase.

"Y/n? Babe!"

You continued playing with the ring before slipping it off and standing up.

"I will not tolerate what happened last night. Drunk or not, I should never be harmed in this relationship." You told him before slipping the ring into his hand.

"Y/n, wait. I'm sorry, it was an accident. I wasn't making the right choices-"

"Oh, like being hours later to our anniversary, and showing up drunk, and then throwing me down against the tile?" You questioned bitterly.

"Y/n please. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry I was late. I'm sorry I came drunk. And I'm sorry I laid a finger on you, princess." Damon grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together.

"I just-- give me a few hours. I need air." You told him, removing your hand from his touch. You grabbed your purse and coat and headed out the door of your shared house.

Stefan:
"No! Taking it too far, is risking my life for my ex! Countless times, again and again!" You yelled as he was speechless. You rolled your eyes.

"Until you realize that, we're done!" You stormed out of his house.
~~~

You had been upset and crying in your bed all day. Stefan was calling you and texting you, but you refused to answer.

You ignored his texts and put Drake and Rihanna lyrics in your snaps and captions, knowing he'd see them.

Sighing, you rolled onto your back and thought. You were deep into your thoughts and didn't even hear Stefan bursting into your house and then into your room.

"Hello, Stefan." You whispered from your position, your torso upside down along the edge of your bed.

"Momma is a saint, yes she raised me real good, all because of her I don't do you like I should. Don't make me give you back to the hood. Don't make me give you back." Stefan read from on of your snaps.

"First of all, dont quote Drake, and why Child's play?" Stefan questioned, now pacing the room.

"Second, what 'hood' are you going to give me back to?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"The one I got you from."

"Y/n!" Stefan sighed at your quip.

"Look, Stefan. I don't like it when you risk your life for the woman who broke your heart and is working on breaking your brother's," You sat up now, seriousness covering your face.