TVD Preferences & Imagines

preference 110 » he finds out you self-harm [stefan and damon]

// trigger warning, naturally. please read with caution x

STEFAN: Hurting yourself was something you never planned to do, but eventually you found yourself doing exactly what you thought you never would. When you met Stefan, you promised yourself to stop and never told him about it, but it was a pain you were used to, and the itch was growing too much to resist, so slowly but surely you fell back to old habits.

"Y/N, where are you? I'm back", Stefan called from the front door. He had been somewhere with Damon, and had returned earlier than you thought. You were in the bathroom, with a blade that you just had dragged across your wrist and before you could do anything, Stefan sprinted to you. His eyes widened and he looked more terrified than ever.

"What is this?", he asked with pain and horror in his eyes. You tried to stutter something out, but there was nothing to say. There was nothing to make it seem any better. You feared of disappointing him, angering him, but that wasn't Stefan, it never would be.

Gently, he took your hand and gave you a caring look. "Whatever is in your mind, just know that I'm here for you. You don't ever have to talk to me if it makes you uncomfortable, all I'm asking is that you let me help, however I can do that."

DAMON: You and Damon had been together for a year now. You told each other everything, except for one little thing. You and an old blade that had stuck around like some sad little souvenir, had a secret relationship that always left you feeling guilty. So you never told him, and didn't plan on doing so.

"Y/N, what is this?", you heard Damon's voice and you realized you had been in your thoughts for a long while. You glanced over to him, and realized he was holding up your hand and pointing at the cuts on your wrist. Your mouth opened slightly and you tried to say something, but you didn't know what.

"I'm sorry", you managed to whisper shyly and turned red, out of embarrassement. You tried to explain why you had done whatever happened, and had been happening for the past two years.

Damon kissed your wrist, and then your lips and promised to help you through it all, until you would be okay and not hurting or feeling the need to do it to yourself ever again. He understood that there was no magic cure to make it go away just like that, but no matter how long of a battle it was going to be, he swore to stand by your side.