Vampire Diaries Imagines And Preferences

You're insecure

Stefan: "C'mon, Y/N. You're being dramatic. I'm certain you look amazing. Let me in so I can see your pretty face."

You had gotten glasses since you couldn't see clearly from a long distance, and although Stefan tried to convince you that they fit you perfectly, you hated the way they looked on you. Therefore, you locked yourself down in your room and avoided everyone, refusing to show your face to anyone.

"No! I look disgusting." You whined.

"Y/N, seriously, just come out."

"Ugh, fine."

You opened the door after ten minutes of debate with Stefan, revealing yourself with glasses on.

You dropped your head down in embarrassment, insecure about your new appearance. Your boyfriend lifted your chin up and stared at you in awe.

"Babe, you are even prettier than I expected." He admitted, breaking into a smile.

Damon: You and Damon attended a party, and everything was going well until those random girls introduced themselves and started to flirt with your boyfriend. They looked really pretty, and it seemed like Damon couldn't keep his eyes off them. You felt both uncomfortable and insecure to be around them, watching them steal Damon right in front of you, so you just decided to leave and head back home.

You pushed past the girls, who glared at you in return, and tried to slip through the crowd, but someone had grabbed you by the arm. You turned around, only to see Damon.

"Hey, where are you going?" He asked.

"I'm leaving. Apparently, you seem more interested in those girls. I mean they're pretty, who would want someone like me?" You said, tears brimming in your eyes.

"Y/N, I love you. I don't care about them. You are the one I want." He stated, staring at you intently.

He grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the girls who flirted with him.

"Sorry girls, I'm already taken with the most gorgeous and amazing girlfriend anyone could have. You don't stand a chance." Damon smirked, causing you to smile.

Jeremy: You lounged on the couch, laying in Jeremy's arms, and watched the Victoria Secret show. You envied those models, and secretly wished to look like them, and have a body as perfect as theirs. It made you feel insecure to see all those flawless girls strut on the scene while everyone in the audience praised them. You slowly started to lose your self-esteem.

"Gosh, I wish I had a body like this." You mumbled.

Jeremy looked at you, confusion written all over his face.

"What? They're so pretty. I literally look like a potato next to them." You sighed.

"Hey, you're perfect the way you are. I may sound cheesy, but it's true. Stop comparing yourself to others, because I can assure you that you're beautiful." He declared.

He turned off the television and pecked your lips. You couldn't help but break into a smile.

Klaus: "Ugh, I look so ugly." You complained, glancing in the mirror.

Klaus, who was passing by, heard you and started to laugh.

You turned around to face him and glared at him, wondering what made him laugh.

"I assume you're joking love." He chuckled.

"I'm not." You said, crossing your arms over your chest. He frowned and stepped towards you.

"Sweetheart, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, believe me. You're far from ugly. Now, I don't want you to hear you say that again." He murmured, stroking your hair.

Elijah: "Are you ready?" Elijah asked from the other room.

"Not yet." You replied.

Your boyfriend sighed and entered in your room, his eyes diverting from the heap of clothes to the stack of shoes on the floor. 

"Why is it taking so long?" He inquired.

"It's like the sixth outfit I've tried, but it still doesn't look good on me. Nothing fits me. Ugh, I hate my body." You complained.

"My dear, your body is perfect. Even if you wore a trash bag, you would still look absolutely lovely. I, on the other hand, can't even imagine myself wearing something else than a suit. If anyone should feel insecure, it's me, not you." He said, causing you to smile.

Kol: You grabbed a wipe and started to remove your makeup. Once you finished, you washed your face and glanced in the mirror, grossed out by your reflection. 

You heard the doorbell ring, so you rushed out from the bathroom, walking towards the entry, and opened the door.

"Kol? Why are you here?"

He stared at in you in surprise, and you immediately understood what had left him in shock. He has never seen you without makeup before, not even once, considering you felt insecure not wearing any and therefore, you never set foot out the house without foundation or mascara on.

"Don't look at me! You're at the wrong house! I'm not Y/N!" You declared, covering your face with your hands. 

Kol stepped towards you and took your hands off your face, admiring your natural beauty.

"Darling, you look absolutely stunning. Don't think otherwise." He murmured.

"Really?" You asked, uncertain.

"Really. I've never noticed you had freckles before. I love them. You're beyond beautiful." He smiled, caressing your cheek.

Kai: "So we have the house to ourselves. I wonder what we can do." Kai smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

He stepped towards you and placed his hands on your hips, his mesmerizing blue eyes gazing into yours. You crashed your lips on his and pulled him closer to you as his fingers ran through your hair. He pushed you on the bed behind you, pressing his body on yours, and started to undress you, your lips still glued together. However, before he could reach the zipper of your jeans, you abruptly stopped him.

"What's wrong?" He breathed out.

You remained silent and avoided eye contact.

"Seriously, Y/N, you can tell me anything."

"I have scars all over my thighs. You really don't wanna see them."

"Y/N, you shouldn't be ashamed of that, especially not with me. I love you just the way you are. With or without scars, you are beautiful." He stated.

You smiled at him, and let him take your pants off, revealing your scars. He stared at them for a second before kissing your thighs.

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A/N: sorry for not posting often, I have a lot of exams!