One shots/Imagines

2. Stefan Salvatore

author: imagines-all-day-everyday

"Could you do a Stefan Salvatore one shot/reader insert where you two dated for a long time when you were young and he wanted to turn you but you didn't want to be a vampire so you break up with him and you move on and such and when you're in the hospital on your death bed he comes to see you and say goodbye? Thank you so much!"

Warnings: Lots of angst, character death

Note: Ahh honestly anon you are evil for sending this in, this is so freaking sad :(((( also this is a little bit inspired by the peggy/steve scene in captain america 2 so get your tissues ready!!

"That film was truly awful."

"Stefan Salvatore, you just experienced coloured film for the first time and all you can say was that it was awful?" *yn* grinned as the two walked down the bustling street and away from the cinema.

"Yes because whilst it was an experience it was definitely not worth the 25 cents I had to pay." Stefan explained causing *yn* to roll her eyes.

"You are lucky I am so in love with you Stefan Salvatore, I don't think many other women would be able to put up with your ability to constantly whine about everything."

"Hey I do not whine about everything!" Stefan whines further proving *yn*'s point causing her to giggle.

"It's ok, I think it's cute." *yn* smirked causing Stefan to smile softly, he wished more than anything that he could kiss her right now but that was incredibly frowned upon.

All Stefan could do was hold out his arm and allow *yn* to link there arms together as they neared their shared apartment which was only a short walk from the cinema.

Stefan had hoped that by the 1940s things would have changed but living with a person of the opposite gender before matrimony was still deemed not appropriate. Luckily he was a vampire and was able to compel everyone in their apartment block to not take any notice of them.

Just as they were about to enter *yn* spotted a group of young women walking on the opposite side of the road. She rolled her eyes when they giggled and gawked over Stefan.

"Honestly you'd think they had never seen a man in their life." *yn* snapped as the two of them walked into the apartment building.

"*yn* *yln* are you jealous?" Stefan smirked in amusement.

"Of course not, I just think they need to learn to control their urges. Just because more than half of the male population has gone to fight in the war does not give them the right to disrespect a woman lucky enough to have a partner." *yn* argued folding her arms over her chest.

"I could always go over and fight, that way you wouldn't have to worry about that." Stefan suggested as the two stepped out of the elevator and onto their floor.

"Don't even joke about that Stefan." *yn* huffed.

"You know I would come back though." Stefan said in confusion.

"Stefan I know that it's just, I know you. I know you wouldn't be able to control yourself with all the blood around you. Think about the hundreds of injured soldiers Stefan. It'd send you off the deep end. And Lexi told me how long it took for you to get back to being in control last time. " *yn* explained quietly as she opened up the front door to their small flat.

Stefan's face fell. He knew *yn* was right but he didn't want her to be. He hated being reminded of what he was. A killer. He didn't deserve someone like her. Yet he was selfish enough to stick around.