Some of these may be really short, but others may be really long.
Remember that I'm not perfect, and some of these may be stupid, but I wrote them anyway. I may not have had any inspiration for that character, so I'm sorry ahead of time. 🤷♀️
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Stefan:
You were walking to the Grill to hang out with your friends before school started back up again. With a sudden rush of panic because you thought you had left your phone at home, you dug through your bag. When you weren't watching where you were going, a man bumped into you and the contents of your bag fell to your feet.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. Here, let me help." He had the most gorgeous green eyes, so you let him help you.
"It's not a problem, I wasn't paying attention either. I'm Y/N." You smiled up at him as the two of you picked up your spilled possessions.
"Stefan."
Damon:
It had been a long day, and family drama had you drinking until two in the morning. "I'm gonna need another." You slurred to the bartender, tapping your glass expectantly.
"Last one, and then I'm cutting you off." Your eyebrow raised threateningly. It was forgotten, however, when he set the glass in front of you.
"I'll have whatever this pretty lady is having." A masculine voice said beside you. Your head turned to see a beautiful face. His eyes were so brightly colored, you were almost in a trance.
"I think you're pretty, too." The words were slurred worse than before as you downed the glass. Your finger tapped against the lip of the glass, wanting another. The blue-eyed man beside you laughed when the bartender gave you a stern 'no'. "Something funny, blue-eyes?"
"Damon." He corrected. "And, yes, I find it amusing that you were cut off. Rightfully, might I add." You groaned and slammed your head down on the bar. "I told you my name, it's only fair-"
"Shhhh." You shushed, earning another chuckle.
"All I want is your name and I'll leave you alone." Your head turned slightly and one eye met his, the other stayed closed.
"Y/N." You put your face back to where it was, on the tabletop. "Now, be quiet and let me be shamefully drunk."
Jeremy:
You stumbled into class late, scrambling to keep your books together. "Hi, I'm the new student."
"Y/L/N?" You nodded with a gulp, finally having your books steady in your hands. "Find a seat." You finally glanced at the class, nervousness exploding even more so than before. A certain student caught your eye, and by the looks of his facial expression, you had caught his. He had dark hair and gorgeous brown eyes. A shy smile worked it's way onto your face and you started towards the seat in front of him. You quite literally fell into the seat, your clumsiness taking over. Your face turned red and you organized your workspace.
