Tate Langdon:

"I can't believe this, they're out of control!" Tate flung himself onto your bed dramatically, complaining about the unruly behaviour of all the spirits in the house, and how it had been stirring up trouble for all of you. "Tate it will blow over, you knows it always does," you sighed, sitting next to him and trying to comfort him. "Y/N you just don't understand! You're not stuck here with those idiots, you're free to go as you please, you could never understand!" He glared and rolled over, his anger causing him to lash out at you. You scowled, and stuck your tongue out at him childishly. You ignored him all evening, pissed off at the way he spoke to you.

Kit Walker:

"Kit, honey! How was the trial?" You jumped up from your kitchen table as he fell in the door, looking grumpy. "I don't want to talk about it," he grunted and sat down on the sofa with a beer, pulling off his shirt. "I'm sorry I couldn't come baby, I had to wor and I couldn't get out of it," "Just don't talk about it Y/N, I don't want to know! Just shut up okay!" He glared at you and went back to his telly. You were furious with him, and and you stormed out of your house, not even thinking straight, you were so annoyed.

Kyle Spencer:

"Kyle!" You called, wandering through the halls of the academy, wondering where your boyfriend was. He was stood in the kitchen, bent over the sink, his fists balled up angrily. "Kyle, oh my god are you okay?" You rushed over to him, checking to see if he was hurt, but he pushed you off. "Just go away," he muttered, and your face fell, but you continued. "Talk to me," you said softly, and he turned around, his eyes red and glaring, "just go away okay?" You left, feeling miffed, all you had wanted was to make Kyle feel better, and make sure he was okay.

Jimmy Darling:

Jimmy staggered in exhausted after the show. You tried to pull him in for a hug but he dodged it, flopping himself down in the bed. "Look Y/N, I'm really not in the mood to fucking talk, so just be quiet please," he sighed grumpily, you raised your eyebrows quizzically. "Alright Diva, ill see you then," you huffed, slamming the door of your trailer and childishly throwing up the finger.

James Patrick March:

"Goddamn it, nothing is going right, not even my prodigy John Lowe is following my orders! Shall my great legacy be lost forever?" Your boyfriend paced angrily back and forth on the designer carpet, his expression murderous. "James, it's okay, you know it will work out, you always pull it through," He turned, nearly frothing at the mouth with anger, "What if it doesn't?? Did it occur to you, I am not a god? Y/N your stupidity never fails to amaze me," he laughed bitterly and you frowned, not liking his words. You stood up coldly, turning your back away from him and left the room, your skin crawling at the way he thought he could talk to you.

Edward Phillipe Mott:

"Those people, savages, they're ruining my house!" Edward lay dramatically on the sofa, venting in frustration to you. "I'm sorry, you know I tried to chase them away Edward," "you didn't do very well," he scoffed and you laughed nervously, not knowing what to say. "Well I tried," you muttered, "no one could do it but me," he said pompously and you growled, furiously at his arrogance.

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Kai Anderson:

"Y/N, the cult is a mess, it's a mess. How the hell am I going to run this country, if I can't even control a bunch of fucking idiots?" Kai was smashing things again, his incredible anger getting the best of him as normal. "Kai baby please calm down," you said, quietly, stroking his back gently. "You don't fucking understand," he yelled, throwing your arm off in frustration and continuing his anger storm.