The Vampire Diaries Interracial Imagines

stefan

Imagine convincing Stefan to turn his humanity back on.

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"Please, Y/N, help me." By the tone of Elena's voice, I could tell that she was in very desperate need. Stefan still hadn't turned his emotions back on after finding out that Elena and Damon had been going behind his back for a month now. Elena didn't tell me just until the last minute before Stefan found out. She looked so guilty for weeks on end, but I could never put my finger on it.

"Elena," I asked as I walked from the Grill, "what makes you think that he'll listen to me? If he didn't listen to you, his one true love, what makes you think he cares about what I think?"

"Y/N, I don't know who else to turn to," she pleaded. "You're the only one who knows the true reason why Stefan turned his emotions off. I don't want Bonnie or Caroline talking to him because I know he'll them everything, and I can't have them hating me."

"'Lena, I know and I don't hate you."

As I came up on my car, I noticed a certain emotionless vampire was leaning on my car. Somehow my very sensitive car's alarm hadn't gone off even though I had set it off many times accidentally. Stefan leant on the car like he had somehow made it his bitch while I was bussing tables.

"Actually, I'll talk to him," I told her before hanging up.

I stopped right in front of him, and he said, "Was that my bitch of an ex-girlfriend?"

My eyes widened at his words. He had his emotions off, yes, but this was the first real time I had faced him like this. Other times Elena warned me to stay away from him while he was like this. That was part of the reason I was hesitant to try to make him get his humanity back; if all the other times he was dangerous, what made this time different? It truly felt like I was the only human in Mystic Falls when it came to the supernatural gang I found myself caught up in.

"Stefan, don't talk like that."

He scoffed with a beautifully evil smile across his face. "Why? Because she's Elena. Because she's the only person in town who gets to have feelings? Fuck that. She cheated on me." Despite him claiming he didn't have emotions, the tone of his voice made me believe otherwise.

"I can't defend her--"

"--no, you can't--"

"--but I can say this: she loves you. And I know you love her. Doing this, turning your humanity off, isn't going to solve anything." My talking skills weren't all that good when it came to being passive. Elena, and everyone else, knew I gave out tough love. Obviously that wasn't the best tactic for this situation, but that was what I was about to resort to. "Killing people and ignoring your feelings doesn't make it any better."

Stefan laughed before opening my door for me. It took me a second to realize I hadn't searched for my keys in my bag while I was speaking to Elena. The reason why my car alarm hadn't gone off was because Stefan somehow snuck the keys away from me during work. When I realized this, I couldn't help but give Stefan a shaming look. I had nothing to do with this little feud, yet he and Elena planned to drag me into it one way or another.

"Let's take a little ride," he offered.

"No."

He raised his eyebrow. "No?"

"Stefan, no matter what you do, you couldn't convince me to get in a car with your Ripper ass." And here comes the aggressive side.

"Not even if I threatened to kill Matt?"

I narrowed my eyes. "You wouldn't. Despite not having feelings, you're not stupid. Killing Matt would upset everyone. Including Damon because it would upset Elena."

"Ah, Damon. My heartless, selfish, asshole of a brother." With each word, Stefan inched closer and closer to me, and because of my pride I refused to step back, shying away from him. Stefan and I ended up mere centimeters away from each other by the time he finished his sentence. "I really don't think you should be bringing him up."

Without saying anything, I reached into his pocket to find the keys, but after checking both I came up empty handed. The youngest Salvatore just smiled down at me, as he knew I had to  reach into his back pocket to get what I wanted.

Stefan was an attractive guy. I had always been attracted to him. I had always had a little crush on him. Who wouldn't? I never said or pursued anything since I knew he and Elena were in deep love, and the fact that he would never go for me. I always admired his nobility and how he cared about everyone, even the people he didn't know. Now this emotionless Stefan was just as hot as regular Stefan. My heartbeat was just out of control when my small hands had to feel around his butt to get my car keys.

Just to make myself feel more comfortable, I said as I was searching, "Let's take a walk in the park. I'm not getting in a car with you, but we need to talk. You obviously need someone to listen to you whine about your first world problems."

Stefan didn't like that I had said this, but didn't stop me from finding my keys. After I threw my bag into the car, I locked it and slid the keys back into my own pockets.

"If I bring Damon up again, will you cry?" He scoffed.

"You think you're so funny."

"Yeah, I laugh at my own jokes sometimes when no one else will."

Stefan led the way across the street to the main park. Though it was only seven the sun was already retreating and street lights began to illuminate the now darkening streets. Walking with Ripper Stefan nearing night really hit me when I found there wasn't really anyone else in the park. Of course other shops would hear me scream if he did try anything, but there was always the fear that he would immediately just dig into my neck and kill me.

"You know what I like about you?"

"Enlighten me."

"You don't do bullshit," he said. "You're not impulsive like Damon, but you're not conservative like Elena. I like that a lot about you, Y/N."

I couldn't really take the compliment since Stefan wasn't really himself. "Thanks, but this isn't about me. This is about you talking out your feelings instead of drinking them away."

Stefan abruptly stopped at a bench. "Sit with me." Because I had been walking all day, cleaning and serving tables, I did sit with him. That was the only reason I sat with him. There was no need for me to get close to Ripper Stefan when I knew 1). He didn't have emotions to like me back, and 2). He would to back to loving Elena in no time. "So tell me, do you still have that little crush on me?"

If I were drinking, I would have spit out the drink. If I were eating, I would have choked. If we were still walking, I would have found a way to trip over my feet. All because Stefan asked me about my crush. The crush I thought I hid so well.

Instead of allowing me to reply, Stefan continued. "Everyone knows, Y/N. Elena said, 'It's the way she looks at you.' Apparently you look at me with admiration or some shit like that. The way I used to look at Elena."

"This is not about me." I tried to keep my voice as steady as I wanted to. Unfortunately I didn't succeed in that trial. I sounded like a little girl getting confronted about doing something bad. "Stefan, you need to turn your emotions back on."

"It's okay," he said, "I think it's cute. And you're a good friend because of it. You always agree with me."

"I don't agree with you because of my crush."

"Sure you don't."

"Fuck this," I mumbled under my breath as I stood up. "Stefan, I'm not doing this. Flick the switch, alright? Turn it back on, and then we can talk. I'm not about to let you tease me about feelings when you can't even handle your own. Good night, Stefan."

The vampire didn't stop me when I walked from him. He didn't call out my name to continue taunting me or use his powers to appear in front of me. He just let me walk away. And that's when I knew I successfully got him to flick the switch.