The Vampire Diaries Imagines

Twitter Problems

"No!" You could hear Kai's bellow from the floor above, and before you knew it and you were on your feet and rushing down the stairs.

He was usually quite composed in your home despite the copious amounts of trauma that he endured, and his reaction to god knows what clearly illustrated that something was not right.

As you came to the kitchen where he had demanded that he was going to cook the both of you an evening supper that you would enjoy, he was stood there, by himself, with nothing but his phone in his hand.

But the heretic appeared outraged, he was screwing his nose up and chewing frustratedly on his bottom lip as he glared hatefully at the screen.

Perhaps he had added the wrong ingredient in the recipe, however it was already heating in the oven, and so you decided to inspect the man closer as you walked towards him, your concern slowly decreasing.

"Is everything okay baby?" You cautiously asked him, brushing your fingertips across his cheek as to avert his gaze to your face. His pupils rolled around in a distorted fashion as he fumbled with his words, uncertain how to put his problem into a sentence, his knuckles tightening around the cellular device, but not hard enough to crush it in his grasp.

"No, uh, it's really not." He nonchalantly answered, scoffing when he looked back in his phone, before smacking it down upon the counter beside him and shaking his head.

He was undoubtedly irritated, but despite that fact he made sure to show affection towards you, bringing both of his siphoning hands to your hips, rubbing circles in the flesh he had exposed by slightly rising your shirt.

"You can talk to me Kai, I want to listen. Whatever it is, it can be fixed." You attempts of reassuring him were futile however, as he brought his head to rest in the crook of your neck as he whispered in your ear.

"It's not baby. It's ruined."

"We can order in if it's messed up that bad, or I can help you make something else. Or we could go to that new Italian place a few blocks down..." you suggested, however Kai pulled back to look at your face, a confused expression pulling at his features.

"What are you talking about?" He enquired, wanting to ensure that you were both focused on the same subject. It was as though you couldn't configure how dire the situation was, and he had to make you understand.

"Dinner. What are you talking about?" You replied as though it was there could be no other reason for his annoyed outburst.

"Twitter." He stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, grasping his phone and allowing you unlock it, bringing up the updated page, as he pointed harshly at the screen. "It's now called X, like it's so stupidly modern! Why can't they just leave things the way they are?"

"So... dinners all good?" You wearily enquired, cocking your head to the side as you tried to gouge what the heretic was thinking. However you were no mind reader, but considering Kai's murderous past, you should have anticipated what he was going to say next.

"I think we should find out where Elon Musk lives and compel him to change it back. I can't think straight, he's ruined my life!"

"You want to compel Elon Musk?" You couldn't help but laugh, to which Kai dedicated an emotionless, stone cold glare in your direction this time. "Okay good luck with that, let me know when dinner is ready, and get on with... avenging Twitter I guess."