Elijah:

Sure you were clumsy, so what? You dodged the empty glass on the floor instead kicking the edge of the cabinet.

"Shit!" The words escaped your lips before you could stop them.

Elijah peered around the doorway of the kitchen where he was making dinner. "I believe the term is ouch, dear," his voice was serious yet the slight smirk spreading across his features told you otherwise.

Tyler:

The glass fell off of the side before you could stop it. "For fucksake!"

"Is it a full moon already?" Tyler chuckled, come in from the living room. "Man, I've never heard you be so unladylike!"

"Shut up," you snapped, picking up the shards of glass.

"So angry," Tyler laughed, kneeling beside you to help.

Matt:

You scrunched up the third piece of coursework you'd attempted. It just wasn't working today and you'd already spent nearly two hours on the shit.

"Crap crappity crap, you dear coursework can go fuck yourself!" You yelled throwing the paper into the bin.

"Ummm... Is now a good time to enter or is the hulk still present?" You knew the voice well behind the door.

"You're safe," you laughed.

The door opened slowly, Matt sticking his head around it.

"For now," you picked up another screwed up ball, chucking at his head.

Alaric:

This was the third time you'd been declined. You sat at the table, angrily re-reading your CV checking to see what made you so unemployable. Nothing.

"Shit, this is so fucking shit!" You let your head fall to the table.

"Wow." Alaric, he was home from work. "That's new."

"Uh," you mumbled under your breath.

"Okay, I'm a vampire hunter but I'm officially scared." The seat next to you creaked as he sat down.

You sat up to meet a laughing Alaric. "I'm angry what do you expect?"

"Wanna go stake some bad vampires?" Alaric pulled out a stake from his pocket. "You know you want to."

You nod.

Jeremy:

Your phone rang on your bedside table: Jeremy.

You answered it immediately. "Shit, Jeremy I'm so sorry I forgot."

"Shit, wow Y/N, what's up?" Jeremy laughed.

"Just feeling a little ill," you replied.

"I'll be there in five," You heard Jeremy laugh.

Stefan:

You cut the vegetables for dinner, Stefan was in the living room reading.

"Crap," you mumble, the knife slicing through your finger. The tap water was cold on your hand as you washed the cut.

"Y/N swearing? Wow, you're not such a goody two shoes," Stefan took your wrist and lifted your finger to his lips, kissing it.

"I never was," you smirked.

Damon:

Surely he wouldn't mind? You pour the Bourbon into a glass and slowly pad away from the crime scene.

"And what do you think you're doing?" Damon. Dammit he was home early.

"Fuck shit bugger," you mutter, walking faster.

A perfectly chiselled chest blocked your path. "Y/N? Did you just swear?"

You look up into startling blue eyes. "Maybes..."

"And here I was thinking you couldn't get any sexier," Damon winked, taking the drink from your hand and sipping from it as he walked away.

"I hate you," you call after him.

"That's not what you were saying last night, sweetheart," Damon mimics a thrusting motion with his hips before disappearing from view.

Thank you for reading!