Teen wolf and Vampire Diaries imagines.

How you meet.

Scott McCall- You had just moved to Beacon Hills with your farther, after your mom had passed away. Your dad was a business man who was made to move around a lot. His new promotion brought the both of you to a town that would end up being bad and good.
As you walk down the freshly painted halls of your new school, looking down at your map, trying to find your locker you bump into someone slightly taller than you. You look up quickly and make eye contact with dark chocolate eyes. The boy gave you a light smile as you frantically apologise to him.
"Hey, your new?" The boy asked slowly, you nod your head, looking away from his eyes.
"Yeah, and I'm sorry again for bumping into you...I wasn't looking where I was going." You say scratching the back of your neck nervously.
"It's fine honestly- I'm Scott. Scott McCall, would you like any help finding your way round?"
"Yes Scott, I would love that. I'm (y/n) by the way." You say with a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks.

Stiles Stilinski- You were taken away from your reading when you heard a loud bang coming from down stairs. Your parents were out at a diner party and your little sister was sleeping at her friends house. You stood up from your bed, placing the book down. As you walk over to your door, there was another loud bang. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. You grabbed your baseball bat and slowly tip toed down the stair case. As you entered the kitchen you lashed your bat at the intruders, screaming.
"(Y/f/n)!!! What the hell are you doing with a baseball bat." Your best friend Scott screamed.
"What am I doing? What the hell are you doing sneaking into my house at 11pm? And who's this?" You mimick Scott's voice.
"This is my friend Stiles...and we need you to help us look for a body." Scott said as he looked at you in fear.
Your eyes locked with Stiles hazel ones, as you giggled to yourself for freaking Scott out.

Isaac Lahey- After numerous events that had occurred during the past few weeks, you just wanted to relax and not think about were-wolves or alphas, hunters. Anything that had something to do with supernatural. You wanted to eat and binge watch your favourite TV show that you hadn't watched in god knows how long. After the first episode, your door opened and closed again. All of your friends walked in.
"I need a drink." Lydia stated, as she skipped into your kitchen with Allison following her.
"What are you guys doing here? I'm trying to watch my TV show." You whined as Scott changed the chanel, smirking at you. He put some music on and went to the kitchen to join Allison and Lydia.
"We, my dear friend are here to party after a long week of fighting an Alpha. This Isaac enjoy." Stiles smiled as he pushed Isaac towards you, helping the rest with drinks and snacks.
"Hey, I'm Isaac. You must be (y/f/n)." The tall curly haired boy smiled as he held out a hand for you to take. You just nodded and admired how attractive he was.

Lydia Martin- You always went to the mall on Sundays, to avoid the caotic crowds. You went into Victoria secret and searched for any type of decent underwear. Your eyes lay on a lacy pink bralett and it instantly made you think of Lydia Martin. You had, had a crush on her since forever, but she didn't even know who you was. As you carried on searching, your hand brushed against another, sending tingles down your spine. This perfectly sculpted hand could only belong to the one and only Lydia. You looked up, blushing lightly. As you began to walk away from the rack, someone grabbed your hand.
"Your (y/f/n) right?" Lydia smirked at you, as she looked you up and down. You just nodded. You couldn't compose yourself when you looked her. But touching? This was a whole other feeling.
"You're cute." She giggled at you as you just stood there. "Do you wanna maybe, shop with me for a bit and then we could grab a bite to eat?" Lydia suggested.
"I would love that." You smiled shyly at the strawberry blonde haired girl. You both linked arms as you carried on looking at underwear.

Allison Argent- Your mom and dad had sent you to a training camp, to learn archery and other hunting skills, as this way of life had been apart of your family for centuries. As you entered the training hall, you couldn't help but gawk over one of the girls that had just came in. You set down your bag and sat down, trying not to look her way, incase she saw you staring. A few minutes later you felt a presence next to you. You looked up to find the girl you had saw earlier that morning. Her dark brown hair hanging around her shoulders, her brown eyes boring into yours, with a toothy grin on her face, brightening her features.
"I couldn't help but notice you staring, and I was wondering if you'd like to be my archery partner ?" She asked, her smile never fading.
"Of course and sorry about that, you're just really pretty. I'm (y/f/n)." You blushed as you had realised what you had just said.
"it's nice to meet you (y/f/n), I'm Allison and so are you."

Liam Dunbar- You were waiting in line to get tickets for your favourite band, but just as you were about to get yours, the ticket man announced that they had all sold out. You sighed to yourself. This was the 3rd time you had tried to get tickets for this band but every time you close, they got sold out. You over heard some lad having an argument over the phone with someone but you chose to ignore it and sat down, your back against a wall. You were so angry with your self. A few minutes later the boy from earlier sat next to you.
"Hey, I'm Liam- is everything okay?" The boy asked as you both looked at each other.
"Tickets for my favourite band just sold out again, what's your excuse?" You mumbled.
"Me and my girlfriend just broke up because I chose this band and not the one she likes, so I have an extra ticket if you want it? " He asked, a slight smile forming on his face. Your eyes lit up and you hugged him tightly, before remembering he was a complete stranger.
"I'm so so sorry, I'm just really happy, how much do you want for it?" You replied flustered.
He chuckled at you, as you blushed.
"Nothing, on one condition: you tell me your name and I meet you here ?" He smirked.
You nodded and stood up. "Sounds great, and my name is (y/f/n). I'll see you then. You walked away from Liam with ticket in hand, excited for the concert that was a few weeks away.

Damon Salvatore- You were at a 50's school dance, waiting for your date to turn up. Of course he was late again. He said he would pick you up, but didn't show and you didn't want to be late so you went by yourself. You sat at a table by yourself, as you wait. A few minutes later you spit your date dancing with another girl. Looks like he came with someone else, you thought to yourself. You sighed, and grabbed a tissue out of your purse as your eyes started to we'll up.
"Are you alright, miss?" A husky voice asked. You kept your head down, looking at the decorated table. You nodded, trying not to cry.
"My er, my date is here with someone else and didn't even have the decency to tell me." You laughed pathetically to yourself.
"Well he's a dick then, because if I were him, I wouldn't even lay eyes on another girl." The boy in front of you replied, lifting your chin up to look at him.
You sniffed, trying to dry yourself by blinking rapidly.
"Thanks, that's kind of you, but who even are you?" You mumbled, locking your eyes with the mysterious raven haired boy.
"I'm Damon Salvatore, Stefans older brother." He smiled lightly and took your hand.
You nod. " I'm (y/n), it's nice to meet you Damon." You return the smile.
"Care to dance with me (y/n)?" Damon asks with a grin on his face. You nod and follow him, standing next to your "date". You begin to think you're gonna like Damon way more than him.

Stefan Salvatore- You were our golfing with a few of your friends, Matt, Tyler, Elena and Caroline. The girls invited someone so we could have a triple date. About 15 minutes later a tall muscular boy walked over to us. He was handsome. As he approached us our eyes locked and he grinned at me. He extended a hand for me to shake, so I took his hand in mine and smiled.
"I'm Stefan, you must be (y/f/n)." He said with a lop sided grin. He let go of your hand and waved to the others before turning his attention back to you. You nod and grab his arm, pulling him towards where the others were going. You all stood near a new hole.
"You best not suck at golf." You smirked and grabbed a putt, gaining a hole in one. Which earned you a whistle from the group and smirk from Stefan.

Alaric Saltzman- Mr tanner had taken time off work, so you had a substitute for a few weeks, for history class. You were hoping you had a decent substitute because you already hated History with a passion.
You walked into the class room, with the teachers back turned away from you. You took a seat in the middle of the room and slumped back into your chair sighing.
"Late, miss (y/l/n)." The new history teacher turned around to face you and smirked. You blushed lightly as your eyes locked.
"Sorry, sir." You mumbled. "Won't happen again."
"It certainly won't." He smiled at you as he turned back around to carry on writing his name on the board.
"My name is Alaric Saltzman, but you guys can call me ric." He said as he kept his eyes on you.
Looks like History might be good after all.

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