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Unrequited Love || Part Two

masterlist | Part One

pairing - 1980’s!stefan salvatore x fem, vamp!reader

type - angst, fluff

note / request - request by anon “omg if you make a part 2 of unrequited love you could make them meet like farther in the future (in like the 80s or something) when he has his humanity on and he falls in love with her but she’s already with somebody else who’s like an asshole but she and stefan have a secret affair…. or something” hehe i love this so much!! thank you for giving me this idea :) and yes if u haven’t read the first part you will need to but i promise its worth it. and i tried to research where stefan might’ve been in the 1980s but i could’ve find anything so… sorry this is just made up lmao

summary - you and stefan meet 64 years later

warnings / includes - language, alcohol consumption, fighting, crying,, cheating, kissing, stefan stalking you lmao. lmk if i missed anything!

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*gif isn’t mine*

stefan couldn’t stop thinking about you ever since you had left, and even when he continued to have his humanity off. once he turned it on, he felt destructive levels of pain and loss, heartbreak and anger. he tried to find you a year later when he had finally got his humanity back, but he couldn’t. apparently, you had moved out of chicago the same week he had ruined your life and tore your heart out — metaphorically speaking. it wouldn’t be until 64 years later you two would meet again in san diego, california.

“don’t stop believing! hold on to the feeling! street light, people, oooh, yeah!” you sang, jumping up and down with the crowd.

“steve perry is so hot, woo!” your sister shouted.

“you have a boyfriend, marcy!” you laughed. “gabe doesn’t have to know,” she winked.

you rolled your eyes with a laugh, turning you attention back on to journey who was ending their concert with their undeniably most famous song, ‘don’t stop believing’.

"that was awesome! i am so glad chase bailed,” marcy giggled as you both left the venue.

“yeah, i had more fun with you than i would’ve with him,” you chuckled.

“i know you wanted him here, though.” she took your hand, giving you a sympathetic smilie.

“it’s alright. we haven’t hung out in forever, anyways,” you said.

“yeah, my great-grand kids have been begging me to babysit them. apparently they do not like their own grandparents babysitting them,” marcy smirked.

“well, no offense, but you're 38 and they are in their late-50s,” you snorted.

“i know. i don’t know why they refused to be turned. being a vampire is great!” she exclaimed.

“maybe your great-grand kids will want to be vampires,” you shrugged. “i think joey wants to. he’s fourteen and he knows everything about them. not sure his mother wants him to become a “monster” or whatever,” marcy rolled her eyes.

you smiled, “maybe it’s for the best.”

“oh, please, if you didn’t become a vampire, we probably never would’ve have gotten close again.”

“it’s amazing how changing our species was what it took to bring us back together,” you snorted.

“weird how the world works,” marcy giggled.

she got out the keys to her bmw, slipping into the driver’s seat. you climbed into the passenger seat, buckling yourself in and turning on the radio.

“you want to listen to more music? we just spent three hours screaming like, 50 songs,” marcy said.

“i could always go for some cyndi lauper,” you grinned, turning up the radio and dancing in your seat.

“you’re gonna be up all night, aren’t you?” marcy raised her brow. “hopefully chase will be, too,” you giggled.

“mm, knowing him he’ll be asleep. it’s two in the morning.”

“maybe he will wake up for me,” you shrugged.

marcy bit her tongue as she thought of what to say. you sighed, knowing what she was thinking. chase was an asshole, but you loved him.

“do you think gabe is still awake?” you asked, changing the subject. “maybe. i don’t know, he might have gone out for a late-night snack,” marcy guessed. “you think he saved you anything?”

“no, he’s always been a greedy feeder,” she rolled her eyes. “kinda like you,” you smirked. she scoffed, “ i have better control than him! and you, actually.”

“excuse me?” you raised your brows. “yeah, you fed on like fifty people tonight. i only fed on ten,” she stated matter-of-factly.

i snorted, “would you like a medal?”

“yes, i would, actually,” marcy nodded with a grin.

you laughed, “i’ll give you one of the medals scotty won.”

“i think he’d want you to have that,” marcy said. “says who?” you asked.

“says like, all of our family. i never got to know him until the last five years of his life. you’re the one who helped him to breast feed.”

“yeah, he was such a difficult baby. no wonder why mom kept be for two years to take care of him,” you laughed, a little melancholy. you took marcy’s hand, squeezing it for comfort. “i told him about you all the time. he admired you a lot more than he admired me or mom, or his dad. he became a nurse because of you, even though all his friends thought that he was “girly” for being a nurse. he didn’t care. he wanted to be just like his big sister.”

marcy glanced over at you, giving him a thankful smile. “thanks, y/n. i just wish i got to know him earlier.”

you shrugged, “you had three kids and a marriage you had to pay attention to. it’s not your fault that you didn’t get to know him earlier. life just kind of got in the way.”

“yeah, well, i’m thankful you turned me so i wasn’t dead before he turned 40,” marcy chortled.

“too bad we couldn’t turn him,” you frowned. “like you said, life got in the way. it has its own path for us, and scott wasn’t meant to live forever. it’s okay,” marcy said.

“yeah,” you looked out of the window, “it’s okay.”

marcy parked outside of your home thirty minutes later.

“have fun,” marcy smiled. “i’ll try. tell gabe i said hi,” you said as you got out of the car.

“will do. i’ll talk to you tomorrow,” marcy said. “see you,” you smiled before you walked away.

you got your keys out of your purse, unlocking your front door and entering your home. all the lights were off except for the little nightlights you kept in the corners to keep soft light in your rooms.

you took off your coat and shoes, putting them in the closet. you hung up your purse on the kitchen chair, tip-toeing up the stairs to your room. you peered into your bedroom, smiling a little as you saw your boyfriend sleeping soundly. he was clutching your pillow, his nose buried in it. he wasn’t so horrible all the time.

you slipped into the room as quietly as you could. you went to your closet, taking off your clothes and slipping into your pjs. as you closed the closet, chase woke up.

“hey, baby, how was the concert?”

you turned around slowly, a little startled by his voice in the silence. “it was really fun.”

“looks like it. it’s 3 AM,” he glanced over at the clock. “i wish i could’ve gone with you.”

“well, you had the chance,” you chuckled sourly.

chase sat up in bed, sighing. “i’m sorry. i’ll go with you next time.”

“you better,” you sauntered over to him.

he turned the lamp on, smiling as you walked over to him. he held his arms out and you sat down on his lap, straddling his waist.

“did marcy call steve perry hot?” he asked. “only like, ten times,” you snorted.

“did you call anyone hot?” he questioned.

“only you,” you grinned. your eyes fluttered close as you leaned down to kiss him. a clattering sound broke you two apart. you would’ve fallen if you didn’t have excellent balance.

“what was that?” chase asked. he started to get up, but you stopped him.

you stared into his eyes, putting your hands on his shoulders. “let me check it out.”

“okay,” he nodded after a few seconds. you kissed him on the cheek, giving him a smile before you left the room.

you ran downstairs, grabbing a knife from the kitchen. although you were a vampire, an extra weapon always came in handy. you tip-toed through the downstairs, looking into the windows. it wasn’t until you got to the front door when you got startled. there was a figure outside your window. it looked like a man’s silhouette.

“who the hell is messing with me at this hour?” you grumbled to yourself. you swung the front door open, stunned to see that the man disappeared. you went outside, fear filling your chest. you had only been this afraid three times in your life. once was when marcy caught you with a boy in your room, when you got chosen to be turned into a vampire, and now. you hated the feeling of being scared, but you knew it was a normal response. just because you were a vampire didn’t mean you were invincible — kinda.

“hello?” you stepped out onto the porch. you held up the knife, ready to use it. you looked around your yard, seeing nothing but a broken flower pot. you put the end of the knife in your mouth, bending down to pick up the flower pot.

“y/n?” a familiar voice spoke.

you turned around, whipping the knife out of your mouth and holding it up. your eyes widened and you gasped as it was stefan who had been outside this whole time.

“s-stefan?” you stammered, absolutely flabbergasted.

“hey,” he offered you a warm smile.

you couldn’t believe it. 60-plus years had gone by and you had never seen him until now. he looked different. he was wearing leather and demin, his hair was unruly, and not slicked-back like how you remembered. he looked kinder and a little older, too, even though you knew he can’t age. maybe not older but wiser.

your vision was suddenly blurred, tears ran down your cheeks slowly.

“what are you doing here?” you asked.

“i finally tracked you down,” he said excitedly.

“f-finally? you’ve been trying to find me this whole time?” your chest warmed at this.

“yeah, that’s what i’ve been spending most of my time doing,” stefan confirmed.

“i’m sorry i’ve made it so hard for you to find me,” you chuckled. stefan laughed with you and shrugged. “it’s alright. love isn’t supposed to be easy.”

“l-love?” you gasped, blinking rapidly.

“yeah,” he nodded with a small smile. he walked up to you, taking the knife out of your hand and placing it onto the porch ledge. he then took your hands into his, moving closer to where you could feel his breath on your lips.

goosebumps rose up on your arm, electricity surging through your veins. you looked into his eyes, his pupils will taking up most of the space in his iris. it was the first time you had ever seen him look at you like this before. he had finally turned his humanity on.

“i know it’s still nighttime, but why don’t we go and grab some breakfast? lincoln square pancake house open at five. we can take a walk there to pass the time,” he suggested.

you smiled, “i would like that…” your voice trailed off as you saw the light in your bedroom flash on. you sighed, giving stefan a disappointed look. “i’m sorry, but i can’t. i’m with somebody.”

“what?” stefan frowned.

“yeah, he’s upstairs waiting for me,” you explained.

you took a few steps backwards, your hands slipping out of his. the warmth you two felt from each other left in an instant.

stefan turned around and looked at the window, glaring at the silhouette of chase.

“how long have you two been… together?” stefan swallowed hard.

“two months,” you answered. “you can just leave him then, right?” stefan suggested more than asked.

“i-i can’t just leave him because you came back,” you scoffed.

“why not? you two haven’t been together for that long. he won’t care.”

“that is so rude! god, what is wrong with you? i thought you had turned your humanity on?”

“i have! it’s on, i’m just… i can’t believe you are with someone!” stefan groaned. he took the knife from the ledge, throwing it at one of your flower pots.

“what the hell?” you shouted as you watched a couple of pots break.

“i can’t believe i spent all this time searching for you when you’ve been with someone all along!”

“i can’t believe you expected me to just stay alone for 60 years! you are so selfish!”

“well, maybe if you didn’t move around so much then i could’ve found you better! maybe if you tried to find me, too, then we wouldn’t be arguing right now!”

you looked at him incredulously. you didn’t think humanity-stefan would be this angry and selfish. you almost wished he had his humanity off.

“you don’t think i did that?” you asked. “you-you don’t think that i tried to search for you? i went to virginia, new york, los angeles, and even fucking texas and london to search for you!” you shouted.

“why did you stop?” he asked.

“do you not know how painful it was holding on to you? holding on to your memory, the heartache you gave me? the fact that i had to figure out how to keep myself happy and not like, kill myself after every decade of not ageing? i had to stop searching for you to move on. i had to try and fall in love with other people to move on. i did it for myself, stefan, and it is so selfish for you to think that i would wait for you and put myself through years on pain. you left me —”

“i did not leave you! you left me!” stefan cut you off.

“you left me hopeless and in love. your constant teasing, and that kiss — ugh! i cannot believe you let me kiss you. every night that i went to bed knowing that you were playing me, but you made it so hard to let go, to set boundaries. i hate you for that. i-i hated you for that,” you sobbed.

he looked at you apologetically, feeling horrible that he yelled at you. he moved closer to you, reaching out but you backed away.

“go back home, stefan,” you said quietly.

“no, y/n, wait. i’m sorry, we can talk this out. i can meet your boyfriend —”

“no,” you shook your head.

you pushed past him, going to step inside your house but he stopped you.

“does he know you’re a vampire?” he asked.

you sighed and shook your head.

“then you can just compel him to forget you! simple as that!” “i love him, okay!” you whipped around.

“how can you love him? you’ve only been together for —”

“i fell in love with you in less than a week. don’t be surprised if i love somebody i’ve been with for two months,” you got up in his face, glaring at him. you took a deep breath and stepped back, calming yourself down. “maybe i’ll see you in another 60 years.”

stefan started to cry then, too. “no, no, y/n. please, don’t go.”

“goodbye, stefan,” you sighed. you went back into your house, shutting the door. you started to sob as you turned away from the front door.

chase came downstairs, shocked to see you sobbing. he ran to you, putting his arms around you and engulfing you into a tight hug.

“what’s wrong, sweetheart? who was at the door?” he asked in a soft voice.

“n-no one,” you sniffled. you looked up at him, looking into his eyes. “no one was at the door. i am crying because i jammed my finger into the door. a cat was playing in our yard and broke our flower pots.”

he repeated your words, looking down at your finger with worried eyes. “is your finger okay?”

“yeah, you know i heal fast,” you chuckled.

he looked at your face, reaching his hand up to wipe the tears that were still falling. “it seems like it really hurt, though. do you want any ice or ibuprofen?”

“i’m afraid no human remedies could fix this type of hurt,” you muttered, looking down at your hands.

“what was that?” chase asked.

you perked up, giving him a fake smile. “ice would be good.”

“coming right up, babe,” he kissed your forehead.

“thanks,” you sighed.

you turned back to the door, peering out of the window. there was no sign of stefan. it seemed like he had left for good this time.

or so you thought.

the only place he did leave was your house. otherwise, he was all over the city, following you and appearing in the restaurants you ate, the stores you shopped at, and even outside your sister’s apartment.

you were debating about writing a restraining order, but you knew that he would just rip up the paper and kill whichever police officer registered it. you just had to send him a message without actually talking to him, which was something you never wanted to do again. and not because you didn’t want to see him, you just couldn’t.

“tommy, do not get into mammy’s things!” marcy scolded the child.

“i’m sorry,” he pouted. marcy rolled her eyes, picking him up and placing him on her hip. “it’s okay, tommy. just go and play with sissy.” she let him down and he ran into the living room.

“how can you stand so many kids?” you asked.

“there’s only two,” marcy snorted. “yeah, and they are everywhere,” you muttered.

“i’m glad i had kids before i was turned. i couldn’t imagine my life without those two buggers,” marcy grinned.

“more like you wouldn’t be alive long enough to imagine them,” you smirked.

“oh!” marcy gasped, hitting your arm. “what is up with you this week? you have been so unusually sarcastic and a little more rude than normal.”

“i’m sorry,” you sighed, “my life has just been so.. stressful.”

“talk to me,” marcy said, putting down the knife and putting her hand on your forearm.

“stefan came by the other night,” you said in a hushed voice.

marcy’s jaw dropped and her eyes bludged out of their sockets. she grabbed your upper-arm, dragging you into the dining room where no one could hear you.

“what do you mean ‘stefan came by the other night’?” she asked.

“he came to my house and broke my flower pots,” you explained. “what the — are you two back together? well, wait, you’re still with chase. he’s in the other room, so you couldn’t have broken up with him,” marcy thought out loud.

“i haven't broken up with chase… yet,” you bit your lip, looking at marcy nervously. this was the first time you had admitted to wanting stefan out loud.

“what are you thinking? did mom drop you on your head or something, and it’s finally now affecting you?” marcy scolded.

“he is everywhere, okay?” you said. “who?” marcy asked.

“stefan,” you whispered. “he has been following me everywhere and he’s even been appearing in my dreams. i… i don’t know if it’s a sign or what —”

“no, it’s not a sign. none of this is a sign. you’re only seeing him in your dreams because you are seeing him in your day-to-day life which by the way, we need to get a restraining order or something,” marcy said.

“no!” you shook your head furiously.

“why not? do you seriously still love him?” marcy judged.

“no, but i —”

“oh, you are the worst liar y/n m/n l/n. you are so in love with him!”

“am not! i was the one who told him to go away!” you lied because you hated disappointing your sister, but you knew she could see right through you anyways.

“oh, yeah? and tell me, did you dream about him that night? did you stay up all night thinking about him? ever since he's appeared in your life does kissing chase not feel the same? you don’t feel the passion, the heat you did with chase as you felt with stefan. every time chase touches you, you imagine it’s stefan. every time you come home you hope it’s to stefan. every time chase calls you ‘sweetheart’, you —”

“okay, fine! i-i love him. i’m in love with him. is that so bad?” you sighed.

“yes! he broke you. he ruined your entire life, led you on, and ripped out your heart. i don’t care how he makes you feel. it took you 15 years to get over him. you do not want to fall down that hole again.” “he has humanity on, marcy. h-he’s different now,” you defended him.

“do you even hear yourself right now?” she laughed.

“i know i sound crazy, but stefan is a hell of a lot better than chase. even you know that.” “chase can be an asshole, i agree, but you also compel him more than half the time. you can’t compel stefan to not get mad at you and do what you say. stefan is a manipulative stalker that needs to leave you the hell alone. if you aren't going to talk to him, then i will,” marcy gritted her teeth.

“marcy, please. let me figure this out on my own,” you pleaded.

“i don’t trust you to make good decisions, and neither should you. that man does something to you. it’s like he compels you to love him.”

“my feelings for him are true and i can’t deny them!” you shouted louder than you had meant to.

“you either get over him or i’ll make sure you get over him,” marcy whispered. she stormed away and back into the kitchen, continuing to make lunch.

you stayed in the dining room as you started to cry. you leaned against the wall, sobbing as quietly as you could as to not alarm anyone. you knew marcy meant well, but it hurt so much when she invalidated your feelings and didn’t trust you. all your guys’s life she has always been on the look-out for you. and although that stopped for a while when she had kids, it picked right back up once you two became close again. you appreciated her concern, but you knew what you were doing. you told stefan you were in love with chase, you told him to go away. admitting your feelings for stefan was the first step to getting over him, actually. you did it once, you were sure you could do it again.

the next few weeks were awkward for you and marcy. you two barley talked and it was weighing on you heavily. without marcy your life felt so empty. instead of walking around town, seeing the same movies in the theatres, and playing with your great-nephew and nieces, you spent your days in your house cleaning, cooking, and playing wife. you loved cleaning and cooking for chase, but you also liked going outside and shopping and hanging out with your sister. that came to an end quietly as soon as you mentioned stefan. and speaking of stefan, him stalking you didn’t get any better, either.

if he was going to ignore your boundaries then you were going to completely ignore him. although you had deep feelings for him, you were still scared that you would get hurt. you just didn’t know if you could trust him yet. but ignoring him didn’t work very well for one night. he had managed to corner you as you came out of the super market.

“talk to me, please,” stefan begged.

you stared ahead, trying to walk as fast as you could without using your vampire speed and freaking out all the humans near you.

“if you talk to me now i’ll stop bothering you.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle. that was an empty promise.

“y/n, please. sweetheart —”

“don’t call me that,” you turned around, death-staring him.

“why? because chase calls you that? we both know you told him to call you that because he is so not that type of guy to call a girl sweetheart.”

“go away! i’m trying to go home!” you groaned, turning back around and continuing to walk to your car.

“to play house wife? c’mon, y/n, we both know you’d rather be day-drinking or running through the woods with the wind in your hair.”

“you know nothing about me,” you chuckled sourly. “i know more about you than you think,” stefan said.

“how? because you’ve been stalking me, right?” you hummed.

“y-yes, but —”

“leave me alone! go back to virginia or wherever you live now,” you said.

stefan grabbed you, causing a thrill to run up your spine. he turned you around so you would face him. you collided into his chest, being as close to him as you were the night you two kissed.

“i live here now. i have lived in california for a while now, actually,” stefan stated.

“well, i know for a fact you’ve never lived in san diego because i have been all over this city,” you said.

“you’re right. i never lived in san diego until now.”

“then go back home! because of you my relationship with my sister is falling apart, i’m confused about my feelings for you and chase, and you stalking me is seriously creepy.”

“so you do have feelings for me?” he smirked.

“i knew i always would,” you nodded. “but that’s not the point, okay? you hurt me to the point where marcy had to help me get out of bed and shower. she had to help me eat and for a while, all i could think about and do was cry about you. so just spare me another heartbreak, please.”

“i know i hurt you. i’m so sorry,” stefan apologized, looking into your eyes. “you may never believe me, and that’s okay, but after i turned my humanity on i was a wreck. and even before then, i never stopped thinking about you. i never fathomed how much you would mean to me, and how much i would end up needing you. you were the one thing that kept me going. searching for you kept me going. i’m not the same man i was in the ‘20s, please believe that and give me a chance. one date is all i’m asking.”

you knew he was telling the truth. the way his eye contact didn’t once falter, how his voice sounded, the way his grip on you loosened. but you couldn’t give in, not this time.

“i believe you, but the answer’s still no,” you sighed.

“i know you compel chase and i know he fights with you a lot. if you were dating me, there would be no reason to be scared,” stefan stated.

you frowned, “i’m not scared of him.” “yes, you are. i saw how scared you were when be raised his voice at you at the restaurant for “flirting” with the waiter. he’s not good for you, y/n,” stefan sighed.

“you aren’t either,” you muttered.

“i can be if you would just let me,” he stated matter-of-factly.

you exhaled deeply, his scent filling your nose. he smelled like jasmine and leather, a little unique for a man, but you loved it nonetheless. you looked into his eyes, focusing on them. you never realized how pretty they were before. they were a deep-green, like the color of pine trees. his eyebrows were were perfectly shaped and thick. his hair was tousled, but soft-looking. he had amazing bone structure, a strong jawline and prominent cheekbones. and his lips, they looked so soft. and from you remembered, they fit perfectly against yours. you wondered if they still did.

you were leaning into him, the only thing between you now was a millimeter of space. you looked back up to his eyes, seeing the excitement and sincerity in them.

“c’mon, sweetheart. let me prove to you i have changed. one date and i’ll promise to leave you alone. you have my w —”

“yeah, okay,” you cut him off and smashed your lips onto his.

you took him by surprise, but he quickly regained composure and kissed you back. his arms wrapped around your back, pulling you flush against him. your hands went up to his neck, your fingers burying themselves in his hair. your suspicions were right, his hair was soft. the dark strands slipped through your fingers as you ruffled your hands through his locks. you grabbed a tuft of hair, pulling it gently as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

his lips fit yours perfectly, just like last time. the kiss from 60 years ago was full of tension for sure, but this one was passionate and loving. his lips moved against yours tenderly, taking their time to savor the feel and taste of you, but there was also heat in the way his tongue explored your mouth, in the way you two exhaled and inhaled deeply between each kiss.

you had never experienced this type of kiss with anyone else but him, not even chase. you knew for a fact that you were with the wrong man.

stefan was the first one to pull away, opening his eyes and grinning from ear-to-ear. “you didn’t cry this time.”

“yeah, well, i don’t think that you are messing with me this time,” you smirked.

“i’m not. i promise,” he said. “i know,” you nodded.

you sighed, giving him a sad smile. “i have to go now. chase is expecting me to make some chilli.”

“shouldn’t keep him waiting. your chilli is amazing,” stefan smiled.

“i’ll save you a bowl,” you promised. “are you saying you’re going to cook for our date?” stefan asked.

you laughed, “no. i want you to take me out.”

he nodded, “alright. deal. friday at four?”

“four? that’s kind of early,” you said. “by the time we get to our location it will be dinnertime,” he explained.

“where are we going?” you asked. “you’ll see,” he winked.

“friday at four then,” you nodded.

“i love you,” stefan kissed your cheek.

you gave him a smile in return, and he accepted that response. you loaded your car with groceries, driving back to your house. you could not wait for friday.

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