woah been getting a lot of stefan + damon requests lol guys i do do jeremy, ALL the mikaelsons (even kol, hes my babe) and matt and silas soooOOOO
/you get into an argument with Stefan but you both resolve it with a pre meditated make out session/
ps thank you Savannah for giving me this idea <333333 and I know the makeout sesh wasnt in your request buututtttttttt i think we BOTH wanted it soo ;) i also put a little twist on the relationship <3 hope you enjoy. I know I loved writing this. by the time I even got to only 266 words I was like YASY YASYSYYSYSYAYSYAYSYAYSGAJHSDGNKDG DEEAD
Stefan was not the type of person who would just let an argument happen. Which I guess is why you both never really got into fights.
You, of course, had known Stefan ever since you were a little kid and growing up with a very attractive guy wasn't exactly easy for you. Especially when you started to realize he never aged. Around the time you turned fourteen was when he had to admit who he was to you and from there you learned all about the secrets of Mystic Falls and the people in it.
Fascinated and intrigued, you wanted to learn more.
Stefan, on the other hand, did not want you getting deeper into the supernatural world in fear that you could get hurt and you knew he was right. But the sense of that mystery and danger was just too alluring to you.
Behind the scenes of your longtime friendship, Stefan cared more about you than he truly wanted to admit. He couldn't help but stare for a little longer each day you grew older because in his eyes, you went from an innocent little girl, to a sexy young woman. But even so, he wouldn't even admit that to Damon.
And oh did he hate Damon for showing you your current fashion style that always consisted of something leather.
With all the supernatural happening around you, you still had some normal teenage things going on. Like feelings. You too had feelings for Stefan but you had considered him to think of you like a younger sister, watching you grow up couldn't have been a natural turn on.
So you pushed them aside. But with time growing on and you were closely coming up onto surpassing Stefan's human age. Which is why you wanted, more than anything to be turned. You felt that if you were turned you could finally admit your feelings for him and if he rejected you, you had eternity to get over it. Not to mention the power that came with being undead. He wouldn't have to worry about protecting you.
Mentioning you wanting to be turned, did everything you hoped it wouldn't. Set Stefan off. Normally, if it wasn't such a big topic, he would manage the conversation calmly and you would naturally let go of the topic but you wanted this so badly and Stefan was too set in his ways to sway his opinion.
Which is what brought you here. There you stood in the middle of his living room, arms crossed and glaring at Stefan who was swinging his arms about in disbelief.
"You're overreacting." You rolled your eyes. Stefan stopped in his tracks and faced you. He scoffed. "I-I'm overreacting? If anything, you're the one whose overreacting. I mean seriously, Anna? You want to be turned?" He asked in such shock.
You flung your arms out. "Yes! Yes I want to be turned. Okay? Is it really that bad because clearly if you're so against the idea then why did you--" You lost control of yourself and quickly covered your mouth. By now the argument had gotten pretty heated and you had both said things. Had had explained you didn't really want to and how he regretted ever telling you about who he was. You had fired back with 'So, that way we would never be friends and I wouldn't be this kind of a burden.' to which he had replied. 'Y'know maybe so. We definitely wouldn't be having this conversation.' Which was the sentence that led you to the whole 'over reacting' situation.
Though you both were practically spitting at each other, you did not mean to almost say something so hurtful. You knew about Stefan's past and how he was turned involuntarily by the infamous bitch Katerina Petrova. You were sympathetic for him and understood that it wasn't his choice. You knew how he regretted ever sleeping with her and ending up in that situation in the first place.
You also understood how upset you were now, but to sink so low and to speak such falseness. . . even you knew that was wrong.
Stefan stopped and stared at you in complete hurt and disbelief. You had hit a spot. A very sensitive and untouchable spot that you knew would hurt him.
"W-were you about to say. . . Why did I turn, then?" Stefan asked. "Wow, y/n. I didn't know you could hit below the belt. I also bet you thought you could sway my opinion on being turned. I guess we were uh, both wrong." Stefan gave a half sarcastic smile, turned, grabbed his jacket and began to walk towards the door.
You had made him angry. More angry than you intended. "Stefan, I--" He put his hand up, cutting you off. "Save it." Was all he said. He opened the door and on his way out he muttered, "Maybe you can ask Damon to turn you. He did it on purpose." He had snarled under his breath.
You had never seen him so hurt, but you understood where you had hit and slowly it started to come to you.
Anger at yourself began to boil over and make you see red. Tears began to spill and you started to throw things across the room. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." You yelled. Eventually you just sat down, around the mess you made in the middle of the floor. You looked around as you began to feel yourself become dizzy. You were hyperventilating.
You tried to calm yourself down. "I need to find Stefan and apologize." You muttered through sobs. You got up and slowly walked to, and out the door through broken and dizzy steps. It wasnt safe and it was especially stupid of you to continue walked outside while it was raining.
You made it about a half a mile down the road before you began to feel normal again. "Stefan!" You croaked out. Your throat was dry from crying so much and you couldnt help but feel cold from walking in the heavy drizzle.
What you heard next made your heart skip a beat. It came from behind you but nonetheless you turned around.
"Y/n?!" A familiar voice called out. "Stefan?" You asked. A figure came into view. He was carrying an umbrella. "What are you doing out here?" He asked in concern, pulling you under the umbrella, worry melted into his face. "L-looking for you." You shivered. "What, why?" Stefan asked.
You looked away for a second and shifted. "I wanted to say sorry. I was upset. I shouldnt have said anything at all and I'm sorry for bringing up the request I had. It. . . It was uncalled for and clearly, you don't want that to happen so I'll obey. Because. . . Because hell, Stefan, I love you. Im in love with you." You admitted.
He broke out into the biggest smile just hearing those words. "Good. Because I love you too." He spoke softly. You were about to answer until you felt a pair of warm lips on your own. Your eyes grew wide in shock, but quickly lowered at the amazing feeling that you had been wanting for so long.
His hands moved to your soaking hair and your lips moved in sync.
When you began getting cold again, it took all of your power to pull away and walk back to the house together. But not to worry, because Stefan knew just what would warm you back up.
