— bubblegum bitch !

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Rebekah was many things - a hopeless romantic and even a brat - but she wasn’t heartless. She was very much the opposite of her brothers - Niklaus and Kol - in that sense. She wanted things, normal things, but every time she could see herself getting closer to them, something always ripped them away. Having to hear that Kol had been staked at the hands of Elena and Jeremy Gilbert, this personal tragedy happening without her knowing, Stefan Salvatore keeping her preoccupied with sex and stupid anecdotes about The Breakfast Club, she had felt foolish and heartbroken. An Original vampire and over 1,000 years old, Rebekah Mikaelson was still as naive as they came. “Nothing...” she answered him honestly. “But correct me if I’m wrong, but hadn’t you tried to kill me first?” she blurted out then, ocean blue orbs staring him in the face, head tilting slightly as she gazed up at him. “I’m not the one you should be directing all this pent-up hostility at...” she said, rolling her eyes and side-stepping him, walking back inside but in the opposite direction of the laundry in question.

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She hadn't expected to hear his voice, body twisting around fully, blond hair fanning out around her. “Kol,” she breathed out, ocean blue orbs locking onto his frame as she stepped towards him, temporarily forgetting about the blood bag that she had just discarded in the front yard. Rebekah was confused at hearing his comment, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “It wouldn't be the first time,” she countered, mirroring his actions and crossing her arms over her chest, hips angled to give off the impression that their happy reunion hadn't quite literally been short lived. “Tell me, you aren't still sore that I didn't swoop in and save you from our big bad brother, are you?” In truth, she had always had a special place in her heart for him. It wasn't a secret that Elijah was her favourite of her siblings, but being that she was the youngest Mikaelson next to Kol, sometimes she caught herself referring to him as her twin and not her older brother. “What can I say? Leisurely activities are kind of scarce. Housework is a never-ending task. Literally,” she emphasized, referring to the day being on constant replay.

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ft. @bex-tm

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Rebekah didn't know what to make of having found her home that she had left behind in Mystic Falls still upright, almost like it had been her fate to wind up there. She wondered if the actual structure was still recognizable as she busied her hands with sorting laundry - something that she never did. Call it what they wanted, but sorting through dirty articles of clothing was beneath her. Actually washing it? That was a task that she wasn't exactly familiar with, but she needed something to distract her from her thoughts unless somebody was willing to stop her when they finally consumed her - and from her experiences, few dared to stand in her way.

Bending over at her waist, she tossed clothes into the top loader, flashbacks of when she had done the same with Hope’s tiny ones, her bibs and receiving blankets plaguing her - the only time that she had humbled herself and actually done the task without thinking twice about it. Once she was satisfied with her work, Rebekah stepped outside onto the large porch, high heels sharp against the smooth wood, blood bag in hands that were visibly shaking. “No use in crying about it now,” she told herself, breathing through the taste of heartache that coated her tongue and made it hard to swallow, sucking in her lower lip between her teeth, tossing the blood bag to the ground at her feet then. Ocean blue orbs stared back into the house, vampiric senses picking up all the sounds inside the structure which, ultimately, were none - apart from the washer humming along contently without a care in the world.

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rebekah mikaelson + best lines (requested by anon)