Matt:

"Could you please just go home?" Matt sighed, blue eyes watching you.

"You'll be done in half an hour," you smiled sweetly. "I've waited an hour, I can wait a little more."

"Y/N don't be stupid," Matt shook his head, serving another customer in the grill.

"You're the one being stupid," you stuck your tongue out. "I'm staying until you've finished work."

"Fine," Matt sighed, planting a kiss on your forehead. "But you know it annoys me."

Elijah:

You quietly shut the door behind you, tiptoeing up to your bedroom.

"Y/N where have you been?" The elegant voice drifted from the study as you stopped mid stride.

"Ummmm... Shopping," you mumbled.

"Ummmm?" Elijah stood before you in a pair of PJ pants. "With who?"

"Rebekah," you whispered, catching his eye.

Elijah glared at you, his jaw tensing. "You're fragile, what happens if she had-"

"Had what? Lost it?" You snapped, pushing past him and heading to your room. You face planted the king size bed, groaning as you impacted.

"Y/N, I don't want to see you hurt." The bed sank next to you.

You rolled around, staring at the ceiling. "So I can't live anymore?"

Elijah leant down and kissed your forehead. "Live, but next time sweet Y/N please tell me who you're shopping with and where."

Stefan:

You yelped at the sensation of the knife cutting your skin. You'd cut your hand instead of the vegetable on the chopping board.

You slipped it under the tap, hissing.

"How many times are you going to hurt yourself?" Stefan asked, immediately by your side.

"Change me and I wouldn't," you muttered.

"I can't do that, you know I can't," Stefan took your finger lightly kissing it.

"Then I'll ask Damon or Caroline, or maybe even Klaus," you snapped.

"I'm not arguing about this," Stefan shook his head.

"I will change your mind," you whisper.

"Y/N I love you too much to condemn your soul," Stefan sighed.

"You sound like Edward Cullen," you laughed.

"I'm taking that as an insult," Stefan chuckled.

"Good because it was," you said, turning back to the chopping board.

"Every time we have this talk it annoys me," Stefan wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Every time you say no it annoys me," you tilted your head back to look at him.

"Looks like we're at a crossroads then," Stefan

Tyler:

"Ty come on let me help you," you clung to his arm as he attempted to leave the Lockwood house.

"No, you'll be in danger the entire night Y/N," Tyler shook you off, picking up his backpack.

"You would never hurt me," you whispered, running a hand through his hair.

"But the wolf would," Tyler whispered kissing you quickly before stepping out of the door. "I'll be back before you know it babe. Now don't watch any of teen wolf without me."

Jeremy:

"Teach me to kill them to!" You clung to the stake in your hand.

"No, you'll only get yourself killed," Jeremy took the stake from you.

"I'll die now if I can't protect myself," you put your hand to Jeremy's heart. "My heart-"

"Stop taking me on the guilt trip, Y/N,"Jeremy sighed, picking you up. "Let's get you to bed before you attempt Buffy the vampire slayer and end up dead."

"You're ridiculous," you stuck your tongue out at him.

"You're annoying," Jeremy kicked open the bedroom door.

Alaric:

"Why do you always do that?" Alaric asked, watching as you threw the empty tub of ice cream away.

"Do what?" You asked through a mouthful of ice cream.

"Eat all the food and never leave me any," Alaric laughed, taking the spoon out of your hand. "You're a monster."

"Rar," you laughed, taking the spoon and dumbing it in the sink. "You shouldn't be out so late and there'd be food left."

"Y/N you're terrible," Alaric knelt down rummaging through a cupboard. "You left the fig rolls."

"I don't like them," you smiled sweetly.

"Neither do I," Alaric sighed. "You're so annoying sometimes."

Damon:

"Where is my vintage bottle of whiskey Y/N?" Damon's voice came from down the stairs.

"I don't know," you called back down. Well, you did, it was perched beside you nearly half of its contents gone.

Wind rushed and Damon was standing in your doorway. "Liar." Shit.

"Hey Damon," you stood up picking up the bottle. "This isn't yours."

"Lies," Damon took the bottle out of your hand, glaring. "It's annoying when you don't share."

"It's annoying when you catch me," you laughed, taking the bottle. "I got it from a wine shop."

"Oh really?" Damon sauntered up to you, purring.

"Really," you smiled.

Wind rushed again, the bottle on the table and Damon pinning you next to it. "Liar liar, your pants are most definitely on fire babe."

"I..ummm," you trailed off. You had no idea.

Damon tilted your throat, trailing kisses along your jugular. "Babe, we should really get those pants off, after all they are on fire." Damon pulled back for a minute watching you.

You nodded.

His lips met yours in a steamy, passionate kiss. You ran your hands up his back as his hands roamed your hips.

"Or maybe not," Damon gripped the bottle, standing in the doorway. "After all you did annoy me," he smirked.