I MEAN JUST FUCKING LOOK AT HIM I CANT I REMEMBER REPLAYING THIS SCENE A FEW TIMES WHEN I WAS WATCHING THE EPISODE HES JUST SO HOT I CANT REPEAT IT ENOUGH TO MAKE IT MEAN SOMETHING ughhh fuck i love him sm!!! this tik tok does him justice i uh fine ass man and omg i even remember what he says after smiling like the hot bastard he is, "Don't know why that always makes me smile"
Was originally from TVD, Jeremy's cousin (but not Elena's bio sister)
She's a witch. So, the Mikaelson's are interested in her. Mostly Kol (cause we know he has a thing for witches) and Klaus.
She and Rebekah have the Pezberry like duo.
"There's white Bonnie, Klaus' black son, Caroline 2.0, and I don't know Heidi--" "Hayley." "See!"
She makes the Mikaelson bros (Kol, Klaus and Elijah) do 'Run, Joey Run' (Elijah in Puck's part, Klaus in Jesse's, and Kol in Finn's) and shows it to Rebekah, Freya, Marcel, and Hayley.
She tries to get along with anyone and everyone in the Quarter, making sure they like her and not hate her.
It took her time, and a lot of convincing and finding stuff in common.
Josh and Her are like her and Kurt, best friends that get along.
Her and Kol go to couples therapy, specifically going to Cami.
"As a therapist, is it productive for me to slap him right now?"
When the Ancestors are manipulating Kol and Vincent, Rachel was not backing down from a fight.
"I look forward to the day the Ancestors provoke me and I attack them."
The witches in the Quarter aren't okay with her relationship with Kol, since she's a witch, he's a vampire.
"We know our Romeo and Juliet romance will be an issue. But our true respect for each other's magic will carry us through."
She and Kol got together after Davina died, well, tried too at first. And Rachel wasn't okay with being a rebound.
"I'll tell you who you are. You’re a scared little boy. You’re afraid of dating me because you think it might hurt your reputation, though which you’d never admit it is very important to you. You hate what happened to Davina not just because it hurt but because it’s so humiliating. I just see you for who you are, unlike you who could only see me as this silly girl who made a fool out of herself at the Mikaelson ball. And that’s where you lose, Kol. Because if you take a second look at me, you would realize that I’m the only person in your life who knows you and accepts you for who you are no matter what."
"I know being my boyfriend is a challenge. I'm not Davina. I'm not pretty like her, I'm not perfect at magic and my personality, though exciting and full of surprises, isn't exactly low-maintenance."
When Hope is older, but still pretty young she teaches her a few things about anything her dads had taught her that she had become a second mom to the Mikaelson witch.
She and Hayley develop a sister relationship while Kol and Rebekah left. And they talk about Hayley's relationship with Elijah.
"Ooh... I know what that is! Kol sent me cutesy text messages all the time. Usually they’re puns about my boobs, but I still appreciate the effort."
She and Klaus had become close friends, and she always defended him and kept him alive, but she always asks him about Kol every day, or at least every once in a while.
"So have you heard from Kol at all?"
"Not since you asked me yesterday."
When Kol hears that Davina came back, she was willing to let him go and to be happy.
But that was obviously short lived, he came back, and said that things were different, because he couldn't stop thinking about Rachel, and he knew he was in love with her, he loved her more than he ever loved Davina.
After he was forced to leave NOLA, him and Rachel decided to travel the world together, and he ended up proposing to her in Hawaii.
But, she still had a gut feeling that he there was still apart of him that loved Davina that he just couldn't let go, and she rejected the proposal and moved to New York with Marcel and Rebekah and living out her dreams on broadway.
When Hayley had passed, Rachel was absolutely heartbroken, and she spoke at the funeral.
"Nobody treat me with kid gloves, okay? I don't know what to say, either. I loved Hayley, she was my sister, and... She loved me, and she loved all of you guys. I know she did."
They reunited years later, when they helped Elijah and the others get his memory back after Hayley died. They didn't talk much, but she still had unresolved feelings for him.
At Freelin's wedding, she was the one that caught the bouquet, and Kol obvious noticed. And they slept together at the wedding.
On the day Klaus, then Elijah announced they were going to die for Hope, like Marcel and Rebekah, they decided to sort out their relationship problems.
"Kol, you're my hero, you know that, right?" he nods, "And you were the first boy who made ME feel LOVED... and sexy...a-and visible... You are my first love...and I want more than anything for you to be my last. You're the love of my life. And, I may not get to have it all but, at least I'll have what matters if we're together."
"Is that a-"
"Yes, I will marry you."
They then get married themselves with Marcel, Rebekah, Freya, Keelin, and Hope attending. And they move to LA together. And Rachel always calls Hope every once in a while to check up on her.
“Why?” You asked, following Klaus as he merely increased his strides. Quickly, with more force than you should’ve, grabbed him by the shoulder and slammed him against the wall. The frames shook, the walls trembling. Klaus looked at you, eyes filled with... with giving up. Klaus was giving up on you, his siblings, and his daughter.
“She’s already lost one parent, Niklaus,” You whispered. Your heartbeat seemed louder than ever before, raging with heartbreak and fear. Never had you thought you’d see the day that Klaus Mikaelson died. Truly, truly died. Back in Mystic Falls, it happened once. Back then, you hated him. You hadn’t even been able to celebrate the death, knowing that everyone from his sireline would perish too. You’d thought you only had hours left. Those hours, you cursed him and his entire family. You waited and waited until you learned that Klaus wasn’t dead.
“Y/n, I have to do this,” Klaus says. You scoffed, crossing your arms. “No, you don’t. You can’t leave Hope. I can’t live knowing you hadn’t tried everything. Nik, there’s another way. There has to be,” It felt like the world was burning down around you, you being the only one left untouched. “Don’t do this to Hope,”
“To you, you mean?” Klaus asked softly. Your fingers ran through your hair, getting caught in the tangles. The last few days had been rough. “I love Hope — I loved Hayley, too. While you were going on your tirade through Europe, I watched her grow. I saw so much of you in her. Every good part of you, Hope has. She doesn’t know it, of course, but Caroline and I saw it. For years, Hayley and I wondered where you were,”
You wanted to say I just got you back. Over the years, you spent it helping at the Salvatore School, trying to protect those from befalling the same fate your friends had. While you don’t regret it, it isn’t something you’d wish for again. Klaus, whether or not you like admitting it, had been the villain of your story.
How could you bring your feelings into this when Hope was having her entire world turned around? While it felt like yours was burning, Hope was standing in the corpse of her own. Thinking of Hayley had sent sharp pains into your chest, the breath refusing to leave your lungs for a moment. You loved Hayley just as you loved the sunshine. You loved Klaus liked you loved the moon. Both furiously and intensely. After everything, it was, without a doubt, an odd friendship.
“My apologies for not living up to the man you’ve wanted,” Klaus says quietly. You ground your teeth. “Do you think I’ve never known what I was getting myself into? The man I fell in love with stared death in its eyes hundreds of times. Each time, he wouldn’t let it take him. Now here he is with so much to live for throwing it all away. Dying won’t repent you of your sins, Klaus. It won’t show Hope you love her. She’ll spend the rest of her life grieving for the life she should’ve had. I can find a way, Nik. Let me help you,”
Klaus looked up at the sky then at you. “I can’t fight this thing much longer, Y/n. It craves violence,” You grabbed his hand, startlingly warm against your cold one. “Fight a little longer, Nik,” An idea swarmed in your head. “I might have an idea. For me — for Hope, will you try?”
So, so tired, Klaus looks at you. “Once. I won’t risk anyone else,” You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you,”
can i have some damon n exhibitionism please 🥺 (u know who this is)
→ dom!damon, exhibitionism, public toy use (not visible), mentions of alcohol, fem!reader :P
A shift of your hips has the vibrations inside you growing stronger, harder. Damon can tell, if the smirk growing on his face is any indication. He can hear, and probably feel the shaking of the toy as it presses at every sensitive spot your walls have to offer. Anyone else passing by -- other Mystic Grill customers -- would never guess what’s happening at your secluded table. At least, as long as you manage to not cause a scene.
“Babe,” Damon murmurs, tapping the table between you both. His index finger draws invisible circles on the wood and you can just imagine the motion against your throbbing clit, desperate for stimulation. The bullet vibrator is the equivalent of two fingers, if that. There’s no way you’ll cum like this alone, but that’s the whole idea. Tease, torture, edge.
“I think,” he continues, grabbing his whiskey on ice before he leans forward. “You’re moving too much.” It’s a whisper, almost of sweet concern, but you can hear the way he’s degrading you for being so dirty in front of so many people. He looks at you through his thick lashes, eyes dark with a hint of red veins peeking from his skin. “You can always tap out if it’s getting a little... hard.” Damon shoots you a wink before relaxing back in his seat.
You shake your head, swallowing thickly. “No, I-I’m.. I’m fine.” You don’t look around you, certain that a few stray eyes will send you into a pit of embarrassment.
Damon grins, content with your endurance. The longer you hold out, the better a reward he’ll give you. “Good girl,” he purrs, and you almost sigh in relief, instead opting to take a sip of the drink in front of you.
When he presses the magic button in his pocket and the vibrations increase tenfold, you can only squeeze your thighs together and pray for future relief.