tvd preferences & imagines

preference 2- how you meet (girls)

Elena: It was 2011, and you had just moved from your hometown in California to Mystic Falls, Virginia. You couldn't honestly say you were excited about the move- you had tons of friends in your old town and you were captain of your school's soccer team. Nevertheless, you packed up your bags and piled in the car for a road trip to a town that seemed like Nowhere, USA.

You weren't impressed with your first impression of Mystic Falls. You had gone to the Mystic Grill with your family for a quick lunch and while you thought your waiter, Matt, was pretty nice, the brunette man who was drinking bourbon at the bar at 1 in the afternoon was a total dick.

You started your first day at Mystic High with pretty low expectations, and you were not disappointed. The office had accidentally screwed up your schedule and had given you gym every single period of the day; not something you wanted to experience.

After coming out of the office with your fixed schedule, you walked down a hallway in search of a bathroom.

You were just passing by the door to the boys' room when it burst open and a gorgeous girl around your age slammed into you.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed. You laughed and reassured her it was fine.

"It's okay, I was getting lost anyways. I'm (Y/N)," you told her.

"Elena," she beamed. "I'm about to go to Trig, wanna walk with me?"

You accepted, and made a mental note to ask her later why she was in the boy's room.

Caroline: It was 2011, and, truth be told, you had no idea who Caroline Forbes was. One of your friends on the track team had told you about the legendary parties Caroline threw.

"You don't actually have to get invited," she told you. "You just kinda show up."

So, that Friday night, you showed up at the Forbes residence with a shy smile and a six pack of beer.

You made your way through the crowd of teenagers, waving to your classmate Jeremy Gilbert and making faces at the couples practically eating each other's faces off.

You looked for a table to set your beer down on and accidentally walked straight into a platinum blonde girl with the brightest smile you had ever seen.

"Hi!! I'm Caroline!" She beamed at you, asking how you were with a smile plastered on her face even as she whacked one of your beers out of Damon Salvatore's hand.

"I'm good," you told her. "My name's (Y/N). Nice house."

Bonnie: It was 2014, and you were a freshman at Whitmore College. It was the first day of school, and your mom had just dropped you off at your dorm. Your roommate was already there.

"Hi!" You said as you walked into the dorm room. You weren't really popular in high school, and you wanted to be able to make lots of friends now that you were away from that hellhole and at college.

Your roommate responded with an equally enthusiastic hello as she turned around. Your breath almost got stuck in your throat-she was gorgeous.

"I'm Bonnie," she told you.

"(Y/N)" you replied, shooting her a toothy grin.

"It's really nice to meet you, (Y/N). Wanna walk to the dining hall with me? I hear they have a Starbucks."

You responded yes immediately, and couldn't help but grin as you made small talk with Bonnie. You were thinking you were going to like your roommate a whole lot.

Katherine: It was 1930, and you were a famous Hollywood actress. You were lonely, you had to admit. After a while, all of the cameras and interviews and compliments wore off, and you began to wonder if you would ever have someone who truly cared about you.

It was Christmas Eve, and you had just left a church service in LA, which you had attended with thick sunglasses and a down turned head, so as not to attract attention.

You passed by store windows covered in lights and smiled at the young children shouting in happiness about Santa Claus bringing them presents. You were so enthralled by the December spirit all around you, you forgot to look where you were walking and promptly collided with someone on the street.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" You shot the stranger your movie-star grin, hoping your white teeth would distract her from being angry with you.

You didn't have to worry about that, though. The stranger (who had perfect brunette curls that you couldn't help but be a little envious of) shrugged and gave you a smirk.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. Hey, aren't you (Y/N)?"

"Yeah," you replied, "and I'll sign something if you want but please don't be too loud because it's Christmas and I don't want a lot of attention."

"Oh, honey," the stranger raised an eyebrow at you, "I don't get star struck. I'm Katherine Pierce. If I talk to you, it means I like you. So why don't you drop the Hollywood sugarcoated act and show me a little Christmas cheer."

Rebekah: It was 1920, and you were a waitress at a speakeasy in downtown Chicago. You spent your days waiting on some of the most influential people in America, and some of the drunkest. You got to meet people of all walks of life who united over a single desire- a decidedly illegal beer.

It was a little past midnight and about time to kick out the remaining guests so you could clean the tables and prepare for the next day's rush of customers. You strode over to a particularly lively table, and you caught the eye of a blonde woman with ringlets and gorgeous eyes. You cleared your throat.

"I'm sorry but we're closing for the night, so I'm gonna have t'ask ya to skedaddle." The man sitting opposite the blonde woman raised his glass in acknowledgement of your speaking and was about to give you a saucy reply when the blonde stopped him.

"Niklaus, don't be rude. She only works here."

The man put down his alcohol and quirked his eyebrows at the girl.

"Why don't Stefan and I leave you two lovely ladies alone to get to know each other, hmm? C'mon Steffy."

The male occupants of the table left the building and you were left alone with the cute blonde.

"Sorry about my brother, he's an ass. I'm Rebekah."

"It's alright, I've dealt with much worse."

Rebekah gave you a sideways smirk and looked you up and down.

"Do you work here every night?"

"I do."

"Then I suppose I'll have to get myself back here again to see your pretty face. Until next time-" she paused to read your name tag "-(Y/N). She gave you a kiss on the cheek and left.

You promptly went red and clutched your cleaning cloth to your chest in shock.

Illegal alcohol, you could handle. Cute girls? That might be a little more difficult.