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Here For You

Marcus Baker x female!reader

word count: 4.5k 

warnings!: mentions of depression, anxiety, a panic attack, i think that’s all…

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Y/n knew Marcus could struggle with his depression and anxiety at times, so she tried her best to be there for him, whenever he needed her, she was right there.

She was always trying to remind him all the time of the love she had for him. To support him in his darkest times. 

From the simple things, like cuddling him until he finally felt something, to cooking him something and making sure he ate every last bite no matter how long it took him. She was there when the world just felt like too much for him. 

Marcus stared off into space, seemingly out of it. Y/n had been talking to the boy, he could see her lips forming the words, but couldn’t hear what they produced. All of a sudden it’s like every person walking past the pair had their eyes glued to him, staring at him. The murmuring of students talking amongst themselves somehow seemed to get louder. The squeaking of their beat-up sneakers meeting the shiny linoleum floor sounded at max volume. It’s as if all at once he was hearing everything and nothing at all. His heart seemed to ache, and clench, his throat feeling as if it was closing up, losing his ability to breathe in oxygen. His eyes clamped shut, hands flying to his ears trying to stop the loud chaotic noises which flowed through them. He took in deep gasps of air trying to regulate his breathing. “One, two, three, four, five.” He murmured, his face stuffed into his legs which he’d pulled toward his chest. 

“What’d you say?” Y/n turned to the boy, she had been ranting about family problems, as she looked into the distance. 

Her eyes were met with the boy huddled, panic radiating off of him in waves. How could she have not noticed he had been having a panic attack? “Oh god, Marcus, hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, look at me bub, okay?” She told him, her hands lifting his head to face her. Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, as he silently wished he could just disappear, as he continued to take deep shaky breaths in, the more he tried to regulate his breathing the more erratic his heartbeat got. 

Y/n brought her hands to Marcus' face, gently caressing his jaw in soothing circular motions. “Focus on me honey, everything’s gonna be okay.” She said calmly, nodding her head to him.  She gently grasped his hand, placing his hand against her wrist, “Squeeze my wrist, feel my heartbeat..” Her other hand moved to clasp the back of his neck. 

Marcus's breathing had somewhat slowed, however, it was still beating quite fast, “Bub, I want you to tell me five things you can see, okay?” 

The boy nodded quickly, “The- the lockers…, my-my shoes, that b-blue recycling bin, an old book …- on the floor, a p-poster.” He took a deep breath, stuttering out his answers, continually trying to calm himself.

“Good, okay, you’re doing great baby, now tell me four things you can feel,” She said his hand now being held in one of hers.

“I c-can feel the cold AC, the hard brick wall b-behind me, y-your… h-hand in mine, the material of m-my hoo-... hoodie.” He let out.

“I’m so proud of you, you’re amazing bub,” She responded placing a kiss on his hand, “Now give me 3 things you can hear, okay,” 

He inhaled a deep breath, before exhaling, “A locker being s-shut, laughing, and… m-music.”

“Good, you’re doing even better baby, now 2 things you can smell, okay,”

“Y-your perfume, and oranges…” He says, letting out a deep sigh.

“Now, 1 thing you can taste,”

“I can’t taste shit right now, Y/n/n” he lets out a laugh, burying his head into the crook of her neck. 

“Alright, alright,” She giggled, running her hands through his brown strands of hair.

Marcus let out another deep sigh, continuing to nuzzle his face deep into his girlfriend’s neck, taking in the scent of her comforting perfume, his breathing much less erratic. 

“Better?”

“Yeah..” He whispers, voice shaky still. 

The bell rang as the couple sat in the hall still, wrapped in their own little bubble, Y/n trying to protect Marcus from the world.

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However, it had come to the point where Y/n’s sole focus was Marcus and nothing else. Not herself, not her school work. She was so deeply in love with the boy, she’d truly do anything for him.

These past few weeks had been especially hard on both, Y/n and Marcus. It was the 1 year anniversary of Marcus's best friend's death. 

Marcus laid in bed most days, not having been to school for more than a week. Something as simple as brushing his teeth seemed to be too difficult of a task to do.

He felt completely and utterly alone no matter how much Y/n tried to hug him so tightly he’d feel her immense love for him.

Y/n hadn’t been feeling the best either, to be honest. Trying to be positive for Marcus all the time was draining her. Seeing him so depressed and lacking motivation seemed to be taking quite a toll on her, leaving her feeling useless, not being able to help her boyfriend, no matter how desperately she wanted to.

Most days she spent twisting and turning all night, exhausted but unable to sleep. Her mornings consisted of drinking coffee to give her some form of energy throughout the day and covering her under-eye bags with hefty amounts of concealer. 

Y/n sat at the lunch table, barely able to keep her eyes open. Continuously shutting them, then having to practically pry them open, “You alright, Y/n/n?” Abby questioned the girl which looked anything but alright.

“M’fine,” She responded, plastering a false smile on her lips that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Abby nodded in response, obviously not believing the girl. 

“How’s Marcus been doing?” The redhead decided to ask. 

“Not so good, I just wish there was something I could do to help him. It’s the worst he’s been in a while, and I try and try, but nothing seems to help,” She shakes her head in disappointment at herself.

“Maybe he just needs some space to heal on his own…?” 

“I don’t want him to think I don’t care about him anymore or, or worse, that I’ve stopped loving him because of some mental illness.” 

Abby nodded, saying nothing more, and just being there for her friend.

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By the end of the school day, Y/n wasn’t feeling too well but decided she’d stop by Bluefarm and get Marcus his favorite dish from the restaurant in another feeble attempt at trying to somewhat cheer the boy up, or at least motivate him to sit up and eat, he was skinny already, and had been getting thinner as the days went on.

Y/n opened the front door to the Baker household and walked in. She and Marcus had been dating for a little over a year, and most days she was at his house, which was basically a second home to her. 

Ellen had even given her a key. Y/n entered the house and is met with Max sprawled out on the couch in the living room, scrolling on her phone. 

“Hey, Max, any changes?”

“Nope, nada, zilch.” 

“I even offered to show him my old cringy TikTok’s. He didn’t even respond!” She shrugged.

She silently nodded, turning and rolling her eyes at the girl, like cringy TikTok’s were gonna magically cure her twin brother's crippling depression. At times Y/n felt bad for Marcus, him having to take the backseat all the time due to his sister always having to be the center of attention.

The girl made her way upstairs to check on Marcus. Walking in she was met with his mess of a room, and him lying in bed which had become his permanent spot as of recently.

“Hey bub, I brought you your favorite!” Y/n cheerily told the boy, slightly wiggling the bag at him.

The boy’s worn-out brown eyes burned into the wall behind her. The only response she received was him turning to face the opposite side of his bed, away from Y/n. She let out a quiet sigh, setting the food down on Marcus's side table. Her eyes glanced over the mess of the room, figuring she might as well try and clean up his room a little while she was there. 

Y/n began grabbing the clothes that were haphazardly thrown around the room, and placing them in the hamper. After she began grabbing all the trash in the room, which ranged from old soda cans to bags of chips which she didn’t even want to know how long they’d been there for. The trash made a noise as they fell into the trashcan causing Marcus to turn and look at what his girlfriend was doing. 

“What are you doing?” He questioned in a monotone voice, almost sounding like a statement rather than a question.

Y/n looked up, a smile growing on her face at the boy speaking. “Trying to tidy up your room for you, Y’know maybe it'll make you feel a little better, being in a clean space-” 

“Can you just not, Y/n… I don’t need you to clean my room for me, okay?” The girl silently nodded at the boy who seemed to be a little upset at her for trying to help him. 

“Did you hear when I said I got you Bluefarm?”

“Yes, I heard you the first time Y/n, I’m not deaf like my dad.” The boy said with a bite to his tone, even mustering the ability to roll his eyes at her. Marcus wasn’t exactly sure as to why he was acting like such a dick. Maybe it had to do with Y/n always being there, he didn’t have any space for himself. No time to deal with his depression by himself, and people always crowding him, pushing themselves onto him. He just needed time. It especially irritated him when Y/n did things like this, doing everything for him. He felt like a fucking useless baby. 

“Okay,” Y/n murmured quietly, pursing her lips.

“Well, uh, do you want me to get anything for you, water? Or-” 

“No, can you just stop Y/n, I- I don’t want your help okay? I’m not a fucking useless child, stop treating me like one. God, if I wanted you here, I would’ve texted you, okay? If -if I had wanted to talk to someone I would’ve called my fucking therapist, so can you just leave, okay, I don’t want you here. I just wanna be by myself for a little, but clearly, that’s too fucking much to ask of you.” He angrily spat at the girl. 

Y/n’s eyes widened more and more at each sentence that left the boy's mouth. She nodded, not knowing what to say. She turned before he could see the tears forming in her eyes, quickly running down the stairs and out of the house, without uttering a word to anyone. 

She slammed the door to her car, and it was as if it was a dam breaking. The salty tears streamed down her face, warming her cheeks. All she had wanted was to be there for him, help him. But he clearly didn’t want her help. She had gotten that now.

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Y/n woke up the next morning her eyes swollen, and aching. She laid in bed, not going to school that day. She didn’t feel like dealing with anyone today. The night before she had come home a mess, still crying silently. Her parents immediately knew something had happened with Marcus, Y/n rarely cried like this, they had given her space and told her she could stay home for the next few days if she wanted. 

She let out a sigh, Marcus's words from last night still on repeat in her brain. She got up, slapping some water on her face, before going downstairs to her kitchen, wrapped up in the warmth of her comforter. She grabbed a pint of her favorite ice cream before settling on the couch in the living room, creating a nest for herself. She turned the TV on to watch Scooby-Doo in an attempt to take her mind off things. 

She had gotten a couple of texts from Abby, all asking why she wasn’t at school or where she was, however, she couldn’t be bothered to respond, shutting her phone off.

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Y/n hadn’t been to school or visited Marcus in a few days, leaving Marcus to feel guilty for saying the cruel things he had. He did need space, but he shouldn’t have told her it the way he did. The space had left him missing Y/n, but it also made him realize how dependent he was on her, and her on him. After the weeks he’d spent bathing in this deep depression he finally felt a little better. His mind felt somewhat clear now, not as lost and muddled as before. He got up and took a shower, the first shower in a few days which he was sort of ashamed of. The shower was good for him, helping him feel better. He changed his bedsheets, before returning to his bed. He had gotten up, and showered, he figured that was more than enough progress in a day than he had made in a while. 

His phone dinged with a message from Abby, which read, “Hey, has Y/n been to visit you? She hasn’t been to school in a couple of days now. She’s not responding to my texts… whenever I go over her parents always tell me she’s sleeping. I’m worried about her.” 

Marcus wasn’t sure how to respond to the message, clearly, this had something to do with him going off on Y/n. “No, I kind of went off on her a few days ago. I didn’t mean to, I was just frustrated and took it out on her.” He typed.

Another text came in, “After everything she’s done for you, Marcus? Really? God, guys are so dumb. Did you apologize?”

“No… I know I need to but I just needed some space…” He sent.

“Well, now you’ve got it, huh.”

Abby was right, he was dumb. 

Marcus sighed, he knew he had to go apologize to Y/n however he just couldn’t bring himself to get out of his bed again. He had decided he’d go the next day and make things right.

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Marcus had done it. He was out of his bed and stood on the steps of Y/n’s house. It was around the middle of the day, and he could see her parent’s cars were nowhere in sight, meaning Y/n was the only one home.

He rang the doorbell, expecting to hear footsteps, something, however, he was met with silence. He stood there for a few seconds, reaching up to ring the doorbell once again. And once again, silence. So, he rang the doorbell, again, again, again, and again. He knew Y/n was stubborn but so was he, and he wouldn’t leave until she at least answered the door. 

He heard feet stomping toward the door, finally, he thought. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” The girl practically ripped the door from its hinges, her voice dripping in anger and annoyance. When her eyes met his her eyes widened as did his. His beautiful girlfriend stood wrapped in a blanket, her hair a mess atop her head and eyes bloodshot red, lips chapped. The girl attempted to slam the door on him, but he stopped it with his foot in between the door and the frame.

“Bub, please.” He pleaded.

“You wanted space Marcus, I’m giving you space.” She responded, her voice slightly raspy. She pushed his foot out, closing the door, and trotted off angrily. Y/n knew technically she had no right to be angry at Marcus, but it was either that or feeling bad for herself, and she had enough of the latter. He wanted space, so he was gonna get it and maybe it’d be good for her as well.

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Y/n had returned to school the day after, she hated getting behind on work. Marcus wasn’t anywhere to be seen. However, Y/n was surprised to see him at school the following day, immediately darting off in the opposite way of his direction. She ignored him like the plague.

Marcus had had enough space it had been almost a week of Y/n ignoring Marcus. He had tried everything to try and catch her at school to talk, but she always somehow managed to slip away from him. He figured she had needed space as well so he respected that, but he was tired of this. 

Marcus once again stood outside of Y/n’s house, this time he had a different approach, an approach he was quite used to using. The window, it never failed him. He had successfully climbed the tree by her window, attempting to pull the window. Which listened, being pulled up. Success, he thought. He stumbled into the girl's room, once a common occurrence. 

The girl looked up hearing the crash of something, pulling one of her headphones out, as she glanced up quickly before returning to her homework. Wait a minute- she looked up again, Marcus. 

A sigh escaped her lips, returning her headphone to her ear. Just ignore him, give him space, she thought to herself.

“Y/n please, are you seriously going to ignore me, when I’m standing right in front of you, talking to you.”

Silence.

He walked to her bed, and sat in front of her, as she continued to work on her homework. Reaching up to her ear, he pulled one of her earbuds out. 

“Marcus, stop it.” 

“Come on y/n/n, can we just talk, please.” He said, gesticulating as he spoke.

She snatched her earbud from him as he spoke, placing it back in her ear. 

“Are you serious right now?” He questioned.

Her eyes remained glued to her homework. This time he grabbed both of the earbuds, shoving them into his pocket. 

“Marcus, seriously, you’re beginning to piss me off.” She muttered through clenched teeth.

“Good at least I can get something out of you other than silence.” He replied. 

“Get out. I want you to leave.” Marcus sat there for a second, “Now, Marcus.” Her tone became slightly higher in pitch as she got angrier by the second. 

“Y/n-”

“I’m trying to give you the space you so desperately want Marcus.” She said, getting up and marching toward her bedroom door. 

“I’m-” 

“Marcus, leave before I shove you out the fucking window, or worse get my dad.” The words flew from her mouth harshly. 

He swallowed as she gripped the door knob. His eyebrows pulled together, unsure of what to do. 

“Pease, y/n/n,”

She turned to open the door, but before she could leave he pulled her against him, and into an embrace. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He whispered to her.  

Y/n froze for a second, missing the feeling of his arms around her, but she broke out of those thoughts, shoving him off of her, “You don’t want to leave fine then, I’ll leave,” She said. She hastily made her way downstairs, Marcus, following behind her, no longer caring if her dad saw him. She walked past her parents in the living room, sliding her slippers on that were strewn by the front door, beginning to walk out and onto the driveway. It must’ve begun sprinkling while they had been in Y/n’s room, feeling small droplets falling on their skin.

“Y/n, where are you going!” 

“Away from you Marcus! Did it occur to you that maybe you’re not the only one who needs space!” She said walking into the street, she wasn’t sure where she was going, but she knew it was away from him. The boy that had hurt her deeply, after she tried and tried to help him. After she put him and his needs, and wants, before her very own. 

As she stomped away from the boy, rain began to pelt down harder. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry, okay! I’m an asshole! I don’t know what more you want from me!” He shouted over the rain.”That’s the problem, Marcus!” She shouted back, wiping her wet hair away from and out of her face. Marcus gazed at the girl, his eyebrows drawn in confusion.

“I- I love you, Marcus, so much!” She continued to yell over the rain, “I do everything and anything you want, to make you happy, to help you! But it’s like, you don’t even notice it, you don’t appreciate it! And fine, that’s okay, I can accept that because I love you! You ask for space, I give you space! I want space, and you can’t respect that! You- you climb through my window and invade my space! I would never speak to you again, Marcus, if that’s what you wanted, no matter how much it would pain me to do, I’d do it! I just- sometimes I think I love you too much for my own good! I love you more than I love myself! But, I don’t care! I just- I want to know that you love me, as much as I love you! That you truly missed me, my presence! Because, sometimes it feels like you don’t, Marcus!” She sniffled, her tears mixing with the rain, the pair shivering in the cold of the rain. 

Marcus remained quiet as he took in his girlfriend's words.

“I-” Y/n’s voice was shaky and raspy, “I know you struggle with your depression and anxiety, and I know that I’ll never know what that’s like, and If I could I would take all that away, so you wouldn’t have to go through all that, Marcus! Believe me, I would do it, in a heartbeat, but I can’t.. So I’m here! Here when you need me! Here when you want me! Here when you don’t need me! It’s draining, Marcus! I’m- I’m so tired! This most recent state of yours, I couldn’t sleep because I was so worried about you! Because I always put myself before you! And it’s not your fault, I don’t want you to think that this is on you or your depression, because it’s not, it’s me! I can’t stop loving you! I- I can’t stop needing you! I can’t stop being there for you! I don’t even know who I am without you! I’m- I’m nothing… without you!” Y/n sobbed, her hands clasped against her head, frustrated with herself, teeth beginning to chatter.

Marcus couldn’t tell if the droplets on his face, were from tears or the rain, or both.

“Maybe, maybe, we’re not meant to be together Marcus, because this… it’s not healthy. I didn’t want to admit it but… I depend on you too much. You're the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last before I fall asleep. You deserve someone, someone who’s not so clingy. Someone who can truly help you through your depression, who can help you stay afloat. Someone better than me.” Y/n spoke, her throat beginning to ache from all the shouting over the rain. 

Marcus walked toward the girl, grasping her face in his hands, “I love you, Y/n. I love you with every fiber in my being, I- I would do anything for you, trust me. You don’t know how much you mean to me. And I’m- I’m so sorry I never showed you how much you mean to me, how much I appreciate you. I- I depend on you maybe even more than you depend on me because you’re right. You’re always there for me, and I love you so much for that. You hear me Y/n, I love you, so fucking much, and I’d be lost without you. I’m sorry I didn’t notice how exhausted you’ve been. I’m sorry for being such a dick. I’m sorry for not showing you how much I appreciate you, love you, missed you. You’re the one who deserves so much more Y/n. Because you are more than enough for me, you could have had any guy you wanted, but you chose me. I’m so grateful for that, and I’ll start showing you more, I promise.” He said caressing her face in his hands, as she sniffled.

“I love you, Y/n, and I swear to god, if you give me another chance, I’ll do better, I promise. Please, please don’t give up on us.” His voice broke, “ I know we may not have the most healthy relationship, but I don’t care. I love you, you love me, that’s all that matters. We can fix this, and continue to grow together and separately and still be together, please bub. I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that, I will never, never do that again. I’ll talk to you more about how I’m feeling, I’ll start seeing my therapist more often, I’ll do anything.” Marcus cried as the rain continued to pour down.

Y/n nodded, sniffles still coming from the girl. 

Marcus pulled her into a tight hug, almost squeezing the life out of her, Y/n returning the tight embrace, clinging to him. Tears silently streamed down both their faces. The pair stood in silence under the rain which had slowed to a light drizzle. Marcus pulled away from the embrace after a few minutes. He gazed into Y/n’s eyes, which he loved so much and that returned the same fond gaze before pulling her into a kiss. They couldn’t remember the last time they’d kissed, let alone a kiss like this one filled with love and fervor. As the couple pulled away from the kiss gently, eyes catching a rainbow in the distance.

“I love you, Marcus Baker.” Y/n sniffled.

“I love you more, Y/n Y/l/n.” He grinned at the girl in his arms.

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A/N- I don’t really know how to feel about this… but anyways I probably didn’t depict depression properly because I don’t know what it’s like. But I hope I did somewhat okay? Also that anxiety thing, I just know that wouldn’t do shit for me. When I have panic attacks they just gotta happen and somehow I just eventually calm down, idk 😂

I don’t know why the ending keeps getting like cut off by tumblr somehow 😭

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Sundays

niklaus mikaelson x female!reader

word count: 2.3k

fluff!

warnings!: none?

Y/n, Klaus, and Hope had been shopping for some new clothes for Hope. Albeit Hope didn’t need that many clothes seeing as you’d often find her wearing numerous variations of her uniform for the Salvatore School. However, Klaus spoiled the young tribrid. Always insisting to Y/n, “She’s a growing girl, my love, she needs them.” 

“She needs 4 pairs of the same skirt in different colors, Nik?”

“She’s a Mikaelson love, it’s not about our needs, it’s about our wants. If she wants 5 Range Rovers in 5 different colors for each day of the school week, she’d surely get them.”

“Really?” Hope exclaimed turning to look at her dad.

“Why of course-”

“Not, sweetie your father’s just joking.” Y/n interrupted the hybrid, elbowing him in his side, to shut his mouth and not give the girl any ideas.

“Hope, honey, why don’t you go browse the shoes,”

“You’re so right mom, I’ve been dying to get a new pair of combat boots!” Her voice trailed off as she headed to the store's shoe section. 

“Klaus, I thought we talked about this, we need to stop spoiling her.”

“Love, you talked, I simply sat there and listened.”

“Well, clearly you didn’t listen hard enough.”

“Honestly love, I don’t see what’s so wrong with giving her the things she wants, you know it’s how I show my affection,” 

“I know Nik, but sometimes she needs to work for what she wants, we can’t just reward her for nothing.”

“How absurd of you to say that. We’re not rewarding her for nothing, we’re rewarding her for being my daughter-”

“Our daughter.” Y/n raised her brows while correcting him.

“Yes, our daughter, and for being a tribrid- I mean that can’t be easy, look at my past, and I’m only a hybrid…”

“Bub, I think that’s just you… and have you forgotten you’re not the only hybrid here?”

“No, but you’re a Heretic, sweetheart, don't you think there’s a wee bit of a difference there?

“Either way that’s not the point, Nik.” 

“Alright, darling, I will try to spoil Hope a little less. Happy?”

“Yes, now let’s go find our daughter,” Y/n said before placing a small kiss on the Hybrid’s full lips. 

After loading their expensive SUV with even more expensive bags of various clothing, jewelry, and shoes, the Mikaelson girls had become a little hangry.

“Nik, just stop at the grill, we’re starving.”

“Oh please, not that wretched place,”

“Niklaus, I swear if you don’t-”

“Alright, the Mystic Grill it is.”

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At first, Niklaus refused to order anything from the grill, while Y/n and Hope ordered their favorites. Hope saw  Landon working out of the corner of her eye, he’d been working there for a while now, and she’d thought he was kinda cute.

Hope quietly talked to her parents about what she’d been learning in her History of the Supernaturals class. After, Y/n gave Hope a sneak peek at her lesson plan for the upcoming Monday in her very own Advanced Magic class. Which, Hope was in, of course. Her mother was not only a teacher at the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted but also a very powerful witch. 

“Where’s our waiter? I’ve been wanting to order a Peanut Butter Blast, and Nik stop eating my fries when you said you didn’t want anything! I’m saving them for my shake.” Y/n said pulling her plate away from the thief she called her husband. 

Niklaus held his hands up in mock surrender, stealing another fry when his wife wasn’t looking. Hope giggled at her father's antics, she loved her parents and hoped one day she would find someone to love her, just as much as they loved each other. 

Y/n saw a waiter with curly hair passing by and stopped him, “Excuse me, could I get 2 Peanut Butter Blasts with whipped-“

“With whipped cream on the bottom?” The boy finished.

“Uh yeah, how’d you know?” Y/n questioned, a laugh escaping her lips.

The boy made a small gesture towards Hope with the pen in his hand. “It’s usually how Hope orders it, just assumed...and now I know where she got the idea from.” He answered with an awkward smile.

“Hey Landon,” Hope said returning the awkward smile. 

“And how do you two exactly know each other?” Klaus questioned the pair. 

“Well, I come here pretty often Dad, and Landon goes to Mystic Falls High, so yeah…”

“Mmm,” 

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Landon,” Y/n spoke with a smile to try and ease the tension that Niklaus had created. 

“You as well, uh, I should go and get that order in,” He said before walking toward the kitchen.

“You’re not dating anyone until you’re 100, I hope you know that,” Klaus said to his tribrid daughter, who responded with a roll of her eyes.

Klaus received a nudge in his side from Y/n, as Hope spoke up, “I don’t even like him like that, he’s just a friend, Dad.” 

“Sure,” Niklaus said his words coated in sarcasm while Y/n snorted in amusement at her daughter, in an attempt to hold her laughter in.

“Just ike you’re mother and I were just friends, and look at where we are now… and no matter if you don’t like him, he clearly likes you Hopey,” 

“Yeah right,” Hope said with the same amount of sarcasm as her father.

The group of three finally decided to head out once they had received their shakes, Y/n taking her fries as well. The car was filled with the hum of a jazz song that reminded the Mikaelsons of their true home, New Orleans. Of course, the only reason the Mikaelsons had left was to give Hope a proper education and expand her knowledge of her species; how to control her powers, and her heightened emotions. If there was one thing that Y/n and Klaus wished for their daughter it was that she never used her abilities for bad, for her to not follow the same path that her father once had. Albeit they would love her no matter what, always and forever. 

Once they had made it to their expensive abode, Hope took her new wardrobe - with the help of her parents up to her room. She finished reorganizing her closet and went downstairs to be met by her father painting in their shared art room dedicated to their favorite shared craft. Hope joined Niklaus, placing her easel beside his, before beginning to besmirch the white canvas with various colors. The pair were focused on their own work, like usual, speaking a few sentences here and there. The pair preferred to bask in the comfort of the others presence. Hope truly loved her father, she knew he had made numerous mistakes in his extensive life, but she never held those against him, she knew of the abuse her father suffered in his childhood. It was that abuse that had shaped him combined with the heightened emotions of being a hybrid, made him prone to violence. Nevertheless, Klaus would never intentionally hurt his daughter in any shape or way, he had continuously made the effort to not jump to violence the second he felt upset or irate. Most of the time he would begin to feel anger or any emotions that would make him feel overwhelmed, he would often go somewhere to cool off and take a breather. He promised he would never raise his voice at his wife or daughter. 

Nik accidentally bumped into Hope when he had been adjusting his canvas, causing her to create a large streak of red paint across her canvas. “Dad!” Hope blurted at the man who had caused her to ruin her masterpiece. “Dove, I’m so sorry, I swear it was an accident.” He said sincerely, looking at her canvas; he didn’t know when she had become a better painter than him. 

“It’s alright,” She sighed.

“Here, go at it,” He turned his canvas toward her. 

She gazed up at him before looking at the canvas, which was a painting containing two people with a little girl inbetween them with their hands clasped together in a field of flowers taking up the foreground, in the background the Salvatore Estate. 

“Is that you, Mom, and me?” the girl questioned her father. 

“It is indeed,” He replied with a nod.

She took a separate paintbrush and dipped it into a gray-almost-black color, adding the shadows of the figures to the canvas. Before her father could process it she swiped the paintbrush across his nose where freckles used to lay.

“Oh, you’re going to regret that, Dove.” 

Klaus reached for one of his larger paintbrushes filled with a previous color of paint he’d used swiping it across Hope’s arm. Giggles, laughter, and shrieks filled the room and bounced off the walls. The sounds of happiness mixed with the clacking of feet running.

Y/n placed her book on the side table beside the oh-so-comfortable la-Z-boy chair she had begged Klaus for. She made her way to the large art room, practically the size of a large dining room, where she heard various noises. When she opened the door, she wasn’t sure what she was expecting, however, it was not paint strewn all over her handsome husband, beautiful daughter, and the floor that was thankfully protected by a clear, plastic tarp. A laugh escaped her lips at the sight of the two loves of her life flicking paint at each other. The sound made the two glance at the door, where Y/n stood slightly in front. The pair of artists quickly glanced at each other, silently conversing. They then ran toward Y/n, pulling her into a tight embrace and getting paint all over her, matching the other two. This caused her to squeal, the father-daughter duo pressing kisses to Y/n’s cheeks, resulting in various giggles escaping her lips. 

“Alright, alright, thank you for the kisses,” She said trying to speak through her laughter. Y/n pulled away from them, returning the kisses, placing a kiss on both of their cheeks. She was looking at her little family, eyes filled with pure adulation, heart beating with nothing but happiness. 

Suddenly a painting grabbed Y/n’s attention, two figures that resembled her and Nik and another stood in between them, which resembled a young Hope in a field of Y/n’s favorite flowers. Her old home, the Salvatore Estate in the background.

“Nik… you painted this…” She murmured, knowing the painting had his own artistic touch to it.

“Of course, my love.” 

“I love it, it’s beautiful…” She murmured, her scintillating eyes meeting his light blue eyes. She placed her hand against his cheek, gently caressing his face before pulling her husband into a short gentle kiss filled with fervor. The two lovers pulled away, due to their daughter being in the room, and not wanting to scar her.

“We should hang it in the foyer, both of them,” She smiled at her two artists. 

“Whatever you want, my love,” Nik replied, his arms gently caressing Y/n’s waist.

“Also, we need to clean ourselves up, today’s Sunday so we're going to your Uncle Stefan’s for dinner.”

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The Mikaelsons arrived at the Salvatore’s house, and 2 other cars were already in the driveway. All of a sudden the front door swung open and Stefan and Caroline's son Cayden ran out to greet the family, as they unloaded from the SUV. 

“Auntie Y/n, Uncle Nik, Hope!” He excitedly exclaimed.

The young boy threw himself at his aunt, happily squeezing her in a hug.

“Hi, sweetheart, how are you?” She said, caressing the seven-year-olds back while returning his embrace. 

“I’m amazing! You know who isn’t? Sadie, she’s sad because her boyfriend broke up with her…” The young boy whispered the end of his sentence. “Oh my poor girl,” Y/n said. 

Cayden ended up letting go of his aunt to greet his uncle just as excitedly. They began walking into the house greeted by Stefan, Damon, and Elena sitting on the large couch. Hope immediately went toward her aunt, greeting her and pulling her in for a hug. Nik greeted the Salvatore brothers before sitting down with his nephew, who immediately began to go on, and on about various topics. 

“Stef, Damon!” Y/n exclaimed, pulling her younger and older brother into an embrace.

“Hey Y/n/n,” They greeted her in unison. 

Y/n talked with the pair for a little before, she and Hope made their way into the kitchen to greet Caroline along with Sadie. They were shocked to find Rebekah, Marcel, and Rowena, their 10-year-old daughter, seated on the stools by the island.

“Bekah!” Y/n shrieked, bursting with joy at getting to see her sister-in-law, that was more of an actual sister to her. She hugged the woman tightly. 

"Hi, love, how've you been?" Rebekah questioned the woman, who was still hugging her.

"Good, you'd know that if you visited more, I haven't seen you in months!" She exclaimed.

"I know I'm sorry I promise we'll visit more often." She responded, gently pulling away from the hug.

"You better, and why didn't you tell us you guys were coming!" She said lightly hitting the vampire on the shoulder, causing her to feign pain.

"We wanted to surprise you." She smiled at her sister.

"How's Nik, he giving you any trouble?"

"Oh always, you know how your brother is," Y/n laughed, “No, I’m kidding, he’s amazing but don’t tell him I said that, his ego’s already big as it is.” 

“Are you ladies speaking of me? I heard the word ego…” Niklaus popped into the kitchen, his hand immediately finding it’s place on his wife’s waist. 

“Speak of the devil,” Rebekah said. 

The family aided in making dinner, which took quite long considering all the catching up and shenanigans that had occurred just like every Sunday dinner. It didn’t matter what was going on, family dinner was a must every week. Always and forever.

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A/N - The ending’s really crappy because I just wanted this out of my drafts and I honestly forgot where I had been going with this… also I have so many drafts that stop at 3k because I can never make it past 3k I truly don't know why, and I literally can't write fics that are like simple an around 1k. I have to make the most complex's plots and then never finish writing them 😭

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[train-wrecc]

Dumbass

marcus baker x female!reader

flangst?

warnings!: injury? mentions of blood, curse words

word count: 1.4k

“Marcus I have a really important presentation for my AP English class tomorrow, so I need to be on time, okay? Promise me, you’ll wake up on time so I won’t have to wait for you.”

“Promise.” He says holding his pinky out, I return the gesture, wrapping my own pinky around his.

“Okay, and if you’re not in my car by 7:45, I am leaving your ass.” 

“Fine,” He purses his lips at me, wrapping his arm tighter around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him. His chapped lips meet mine in a soft kiss.

I pull away, “No more kissing until you finish your work.” I tell him.

“Come on bub, how can I focus on anything other than you, when you look like that.” He groans, pressing kisses all over my face, causing me to laugh.

“Okay, that’s enough. I mean it.” I say, holding my arms out.

“Alright,” A sigh escapes his lips, pressing a kiss to my forehead before he begins sitting up. 

“Oh wait!” I exclaim, I bring a hand to his cheek turning his face toward mine, and leaning towards him. My arm reaches around him grabbing my chapstick. I pull away, “Here,” I say holding out the chapstick for him.

The excitement in his eyes completely vanishes, eyes met with chapstick, causing a laugh to burst from my lips.  

“The audacity.” He states.

“Uh, excuse me, what do you mean?” I respond sassily.

He shakes his head, slathering a thick coat of the chapstick on his lips. He rubs his lips together, extending the chapstick towards me.

“Uh, no my lips are moist and lucsious, you’re confused.” I say jokingly, my index finger pointing toward him.

“No sweetheart, those lips are dryer than the sahara desert.” A large grin playing on his face.

I let out a false gasp.

“You can’t even deny it!” He laughs, “Here, let me help you out,” He reaches toward me with the godforsaken chapstick. 

I get off my bed, stepping away from him. “Come on, I’m not doing my homework ‘til we moisturize those crusty lips.” 

“You jerk!” I laugh.

Marcus lunges toward me, attempting to grab my waist, however I slip past his arms, running toward the other end of my crowded room. He begins chasing after me, causing me to trip, landing with a thud on the - luckily, carpeted flooring.

“Ugh, fine” I say before puckering my lips, accepting defeat as Marcus straddled my waist.

Marcus takes out the chapstick applying a hefty amount on my lips. “Alright, their not that dry,” 

“Stop lying to yourself, bub.” 

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I had been waiting for almost 15 minutes already. Ilooked at the time, before my gaze returned to Marcus house, practically burning holes into it. It was 7:45, and he was still nowhere to be found. 

“I swear, he get’s on my last nerve sometimes,” I mutter to myself, shaking my head in annoyance, before driving away from his house and toward the school. He wants to sleep in and be late, fine. 

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Marcus woke up, being blinded by the light streaming in through his window. A yawn fell from his lips as he stretched his arms out, before returning to his previous position. He turns to his side peacefully, his mind still waking up. 

As he gazes around his room, it hits him. He needs to get up and get ready so he can be on time for Y/n. His eyes scream nothing but panic as he looks at the time. 

7:15  is what the white numbers on his phone read.

“Fuck,” He hurriedly gets out of bed, quickly changing, and doing his morning routine.

He had wanted to get Y/n her favorite flowers this morning as a surprise, along with him being ready on time, for once. He rushed downstairs, grabbed his skateboard and took off to the nearest supermarket, praying he’d make it back in time. 

Marcus had made it to the store by 7:25. However there was only one check out lane open with an old lady in front of him, using various coupons to pay for her things. He let out a sigh, knowing he was gonna have to wait longer in line than he’d like to. 

Marcus left the store, with the flowers in hand at 7:35. He had hope that he’d make it back to his house in time. He was in such a haste that he hadn’t seen the bright yellow fire hydrant that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. His board crashed into the fire hydrant, sending him flying off the beat up skateboard and onto the sidewalk, his head hitting the side of the curb. 

“Fucking bitch,” He exclaimed in pain. It hurt like hell, however besides the soreness on his forehead he felt fine. Y/n’s flowers were still clutched in his hand, reminding him of what he’d been doing before he fell off his skateboard and almost accidentally killed himself. 

A drop of blood fell on to the flowers, as he pulled out his phone, the time reading 7:45. He sighed in defeat. He wiped the small amount of blood from his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket, before getting back onto the skateboard.

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Marcus didn’t want to know what he currently looked like. All he wanted was to give Y/n her flowers and see her look at him with her beautiful eyes filled with nothing but pride and adulation for him. 

He had made it to school at exactly 8:05. Class started at 8:10, meaning he had 5 minutes to skate to Y/n’s class and give her the flowers which had caused him a possible minor concussion. 

Marcus did exactly that, skating through the crowded halls as everyone headed to their first class of the wretched, stress-filled school day. He bumped into a few people, mumbling sorry’s along the way.

He had finally arrived at the classroom, where his girlfriend prepared for her presentation. He swung the door open to the classroom, the time, 8:08. The abrupt swing of the door had caused a majority of the students already in the class to look up toward the boy with slightly mangled flowers clutched in his hands, a bruised forehead with slightly dried blood on it and who was slightly heaving. One of those students being Y/n.

A gasp fell from her mouth as she clasped a hand against her mouth in shock of her boyfriends appearance. As the pair made eye contact he gave her a cute boyish smile. She quickly jumped out of her seat, pulling him out into the hall.

“Marcus baby, are you okay? What happened? Why are you bleeding?” She questioned with a shaky voice, beginning to panic. 

He wore nothing but a love-stricken smile on his face. 

“Oh my god Marcus, we need to get you to a hospital-” Y/n was cut off with a pair of lips being pressed against hers passionately. The fervor-filled kiss had almost made her forget about the situation at hand. However, when she felt a warm liquid slightly touch her forehead, she was brought back to reality.”

“What are you doing, you dumbass, we need to get you to the hospital!” She exclaimed worriedly after pulling away from the kiss. Marcus remained quiet and let the girl drag him out of the school and to her car after she’d collected her things from the class, and notified her teacher of the situation. 

As she drove to the hospital, Marcus spoke up, feeling her worried glaces at him, “I got you your favorite flowers.” He spoke up, lifting the flowers. 

“I seen that bub, thank you. I appreciated that, but maybe you could tell me what happened to you instead.”

He nodded, “I skated into a fire hydrant after getting you your flowers and ate shit. I was trying to make it back home by 7:40 to surprise you with them, and me, clearly that didn’t happen...” 

“Oh my god Mark, you really aren’t a morning person.”

“You’re telling me,” He laughed, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. His hand slightly touched his bruised forehead causing him to wince.

She shook her head in worry and a little in amusement.

“I leave you by yourself, and you get yourself slightly concussed. God, you’re such a dumbass, Marcus.” She giggled. 

“Your dumbass.” He responds.

“Yeah, my dumbass,”

“I love you.” Y/n turns to him.

“I love you too, to the moon and back.” He grins at her.

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A/N - WHY ARENT THERE MORE MARCUS FICS YALL, I HAVE TO WRITE THEM MYSELF 😭😭Also, this is unedited, and Marcus is so fine - I can’t 🥵

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[train-wrecc]

Lover of Mine

marcus baker x female!reader flangst!

word count: 3.5k

warnings!: mentions of cheating, ginny slander?, cussing, unedited writing… gif credit: uknown/ google

Y/n and Marcus had been in an exclusive relationship for around 10 months now, almost a year. Before they had gotten into a relationship they had been flirting back and forth for a few months, neither of them wanting to make the first move until Y/n finally got tired of the cat-and-mouse game they seemed to be playing. 

The pair sat desks away from each other in their math class (both were terrible at math) which happened to be the only class they shared. Y/n was bored out of her mind taking notes that she didn’t even understand, as her teacher's monotone voice droned on and on. The tick of the clock marks the slow strenuous minutes that passed. 

Yn flipped her notebook to another page that was blank, grabbing her mechanical pencil and doodling on the page. She turned glancing to her side Marcus caught her eye. The boy sat drawing on his paper, his bottom lip between his teeth, in concentration. 

Marcus felt a gaze searing into his skin. Looking up his brown eyes immediately met Y/n’s, and a smirk grew on his face, before he winked at the girl, his eyes focusing back on his drawing. Which happened to be the girl which had captured his attention and heart from the moment he had begun to get to know her.

Y/n returned to her doodling in an attempt to hide her embarrassment from being caught staring at the boy. It randomly occurred to her, just do it, ask him, and be done with this phase. 

She began writing the question onto the page, she knew it was a very child-like thin n to do however she thought it’d be a funny way to ask.

“Will you be my boyfriend?” 

Following the question, three boxes, one marked “Yes” above it, the other “Is that even a question, yes” and the last one read, “I’m a dumb skater boy :P…”. 

Y/n folded the paper in half, writing the boy’s name on the lined paper. She passed it to the person next to her, “Can you pass this to Marcus for me?” She questioned receiving a nod from the boy in the seat to her right.

She watched as the note made its way onto Marcus’s desk. The boy looked up recognizing the girl's handwriting, eyebrows raised in curiosity at the girl's actions. To which she returned his smirk from minutes before, nodding at the note.

Marcus unfolded the paper, taking in the doodles at first before his eyes fell upon the question leaving him in a stupor at the words. His jaw left slack, before returning his gaze back to the girl shaking his head, a small smile gracing his face. 

He checked the box labeled “I’m a dumb skater boy :P…” a smile on his face before creating another box checking and labeling it “hell yeah, I thought you’d never ask”. The note was passed back to Y/n, a gargantuan grin on her face as she opened the note, viewing the boy's response.

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It was their 10-month anniversary, and Marcus decide what better way to celebrate his and Y/n’s relationship than shooting each other with paintballs. “You’re going down, Baker,” Y/n smirked at the boy. “We’ll see about that, Y/l/n. You’re all bark, no bite.” He let out a chuckle at the girl, who shook her head in response. 

The couple arrived at their destination, where they were welcomed by one of the workers, who helped the pair prepare for their battle. Y/n and Marcus were now fitted in their protective attire and standing in front of the course, which had various hiding points, and objects to use to their advantage. Marcus leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his girlfriend's soft lips, Y/n reciprocated the kiss, before they both pulled away. “May the best paintballer win,” Marcus said causing Y/n to laugh, and a smile to grow on his face before the pair saluted each other. The worker brought Y/n to the opposite end of the course, a high-pitched ring signaling the start of the battle.

The pair made their way to the opposite side of the course from which they started, crouching at various spots, hiding behind different objects that filled the course. It only took 5 minutes before Y/n had been hit with the first paintball, ending the first round. This resulted in Y/n deciding to use a different tactic. The second round started and Marcus and Y/n were nearing each other, when Y/n caught sight of Marcus' position she decided it was time. 

Y/n fell to the floor letting out a cry, grasping her ankle. It wasn’t even a second before Marcus called out to the girl, “Bub, are you okay? What happened?” The boy questioned from where he was. “I-I think I twisted my ankle, babe, it hurts really bad,” The girl whined in false pain. “Where are you, baby?”

“Behind this stupid blue barrel!” Y/n called out, aiming her paint gun in the direction she heard Marcus’s footsteps coming from. As soon as she saw Marcus's figure, the girl fired the paintballs hitting her boyfriend's chest, who stood in shock. “Oh, you beautiful little conniving snake,” Marcus shook his head in pretend anger. Gaining nothing but a victorious yet devious giggle from his girlfriend who was still sat on the floor.  

“You’re gonna regret that,” He told the girl, reaching his hand toward her, helping her onto her feet. 

It was the final round, which would decide who won. Y/n had let her guard down, feeling confident after her previous victory. Marcus popped out of nowhere causing the girl to jump in fright before she began running from him. “Marcus please,” The girl begged her boyfriend, laughter escaping her lips, as she continued to run away from Marcus, weaving through the objects which filled the area. 

Y/n was tackled to the ground by Marcus, however, he quickly maneuvered them, breaking her fall with his body. Y/n landed on top of him, her pain gun laid a few feet away from them, Marcus’s pointed at her. “Bub, please,” Y/n pleaded with a pout on her lips. The boy let out a sigh, “You’re lucky I love you,” he grinned, dropping his paint gun. Y/n’s eyes widened at his words, did he just say what she thought he said? Marcus's eyes matched his girlfriend's at the realization of his words. “Shit, did I say that out loud-” 

Y/n cut the boy off, her lips pressed against his harshly, fervor filling the kiss, as the pair poured their love for each other into the kiss. Y/n pulled away, slightly heaving, “I love you too, Marcus.” She grinned at him, caressing his cheek. “I love you more,” He murmured.

Who loved each other more and who won? Neither, it was decided it was a tie.

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Marcus and Y/n sat on the soft blanket having cleaned up after the paintball battle and were now surrounded by their love for each other as well as their favorite foods. The couple basked in their shared love, and in each other's company. 

“You know, I still can’t believe you beat me to asking you to be my girlfriend.” Marcus laughed.

“Seriously, bub, it’s not that hard to believe especially you being you, I swear if it weren’t for me,” The girl gestured toward herself, “we’d still be just friends.” The girl smirked, making air quotes while saying ‘just friends’.

Marcus shook his head, “Nope, I swear I was gonna do it, you just weren’t patient enough and couldn’t resist me.” He laughed, causing Y/n to scoff at him. 

“Yeah right,” She laughed.

The couple continued to speak of various fond memories, “You know I even remember what you wearing that day, because of how attentive I am.” Marcus nodded, as the sarcasm soaked his words. 

“Oh really, and what was I wearing?” 

“That terrible cardigan you crotched yourself,” He laughed, resulting in a slap to his chest. 

“Hey! You are a bully, Marcus Baker.” Y/n responded jokingly.

“A bully that loves you and you’re superb fashion sense.” A wide grin played on Marcus’s face. 

“See, I knew it, you’re just jealous of my amazing fashion sense, and sensational hand-made cardigan. Which is why, I have this for you,” Y/n handed the boy a wrapped gift box.

“I thought we said we wouldn’t get each other anything,” Marcus shook his head at the girl, eyebrows raised,  “Well, I lied,” Y/n said with no remorse.

“So did I,” Marcus smiled knowingly at Y/n, grabbing his very own gift for her and placing it in her curious hands.

They both gently began to unwrap their presents, Marcus bursting out in laughter as he held up the crotched cardigan that matched his girlfriend’s very own cardigan. Marcus quieted down as he noticed Y/n had yet to say anything. Before he could speak up, Y/n sniffled, “Do you not like it bub?” He questioned, attempting to hide the sadness in his voice. He had spent months working on the painting of the girl that sat in front of him. Trying to capture all the beauty she radiated in the strokes he painted on the canvas. 

“No, I-I love it, Marcus,” She shook her head, not being able to contain her giddy smile or joy-filled tears, “I love you, so, so much.” She jumped on the boy, her arms locked him in a tight embrace, leaving a kiss on his jaw. 

She pulled away, Marcus drying her tears with his thumbs, “I love you so, so, much too.” He grinned.  “Wow, my gift for you sucks compared to this,” Y/n pouted. “Hey, don’t disrespect my lovely cardigan like that,” Marcus said, pulling the cardigan on. 

“For your information, my girlfriend made this for me, with love, okay.” He told Y/n causing her to laugh in amusement at her boyfriend, “She did.” She smiled.

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The pair were now laid underneath Marcus’s warm comforter, snuggled together in their matching cardigans, watching Scooby-Doo. The tranquility and quiet they had settled into was interrupted by none other than Ginny Miller. “Hey Y/n, I think Max needed your help with something,” Ginny said with a gesture. 

Y/n looked up at the girl, her eyes returning to meet Marcus in confusion, who responded with a shrug. “Alright, I’ll go see what she wants,” Y/n walked out of the room going to find Max, to see what she needed help with. “Max?” Y/n questioned looking for the girl downstairs. 

“I'm in here!” Y/n heard from the kitchen.

“Hey, Ginny said you needed help with something?”

“Oh yeah, I was trying to bake these cookies, but the first batch came out really bad… and mom’s even worse at baking, do you think you could help me, pretty please?”

“Yeah, of course, let me see,” Y/n replied and grabbed the bowl of batter.

Once Y/n told Max what to do, and helped her place the batter onto the cookie sheet she returned to Marcus's room. “Hey, bub, are you gonna want some-” Y/n stopped mid-sentence, silenced by what was happening. 

Marcus and Ginny. Kissing. 

Marcus pulled away, “Ginny, what-” 

“Oh my god…” Y/n said, her hand clasped to her mouth.

“Y/n, babe, it’s not what it looks like.”

“Really, Marcus? That’s the best you’ve got? You know what I-I can’t deal with this right now,” Y/n muttered, arms flailing, before grabbing her bag. 

“Y/n, wait!” Marcus called after his girlfriend as she swiftly made her way downstairs and out of the house. Marcus was hot on her tail, “Y/n just give me a chance to-” 

Y/n’s eyes were scintillating with unshed tears, hand clutched to the handle of her car door. “To explain how you were kissing Ginny Miller, Marcus, really? I- I don’t wanna hear it right now, okay, Marcus, please…” 

“Y/n you know me better than I even know myself, okay? I wouldn’t do this to you, you know that.” Marcus said, reaching for Y/n’s hands. “I’m not so sure about that anymore,” Y/n dropped his hands, Marcus watched as a tear fell from her eyes. His own eyes welled up with tears, unsure of what to do as he watched his girlfriend- ex girlfriend?- leave him.

Marcus returned to his room yelling at Ginny to get the hell out among other things, “I can’t believe that you would force yourself on me knowing damn well my girlfriend is downstairs, 

you need fucking help, Ginny.” Marcus told the girl off through gritted teeth, his face expressing nothing but anger. 

“Marcus please, I love you, Y/n doesn’t love you like I do. You deserve better than her-”

“Shut the fuck up Ginny, you know nothing about me, Y/n, or our relationship, either way, it’s none of your fucking business. When will you get that I don’t give a shit about you! I don’t love you! If you really loved me, you’d be happy that I’m happy in my relationship, but you don’t. I don’t ever wanna see you again Ginny, get that through your thick fucking skull.” He shouted at her. 

“Marcus I’m sorry-” 

“Quit lying Ginny,” Marcus sighed, before once again telling the tear-stricken girl to get out of his room and house. 

Ginny fled from the house, Max noticing the girl. She decided to go check on her brother, “Marcus, what happened?” She said knocking on her twin brother's bedroom door.

“Nothing, Max, just go away.” 

Max sighed, opening the door anyways and entering the room. Marcus lay on his bed, staring out his bedroom window in an attempt to hide his red bloodshot eyes which carved shiny wet pathways down his blushed cheeks. “I said go away Max, I don’t wanna talk,” 

“Are you sure, I brought you a burnt cookie…?” This caused Marcus to roll his eyes. 

“Ginny’s a bitch, and a homewrecker. I don’t even know why you’re friends with her.” 

“Alright, what’d she do?”

“She basically fucking forced herself onto me, and Y/n walked in and now I don’t even know if I still have a girlfriend.” He brought his hands up to his face, dragging them down, still facing the window.

“You’re fucking with me, right? I was in my own world I guess, I didn’t even see Y/n leave… I’m so, so, sorry Marcus, I knew she had a crush on you but I didn’t think she’d do this. Do you want me to slap her? I’ll slap her and more, just give me the word.” 

“I think that would actually make me feel a little better… have Abby record it if you do.” 

“You got it, and I’m sure everything will be fine Marcus, I mean Y/n knows you’d never cheat on her right? I mean she’s like the only girl you’ve ever actually loved.”

“She said she wasn’t even sure if she knew me anymore,” He whispered with a shake of his head. 

“Everything was going so well today, and of course Ginny would pull this shit on our anniversary…” 

Marcus finally turned to face his sister, Max finally being able to see the emotion on his face. This was the first time she’d seen him cry since his best friend had passed. 

“Everything’s gonna be okay Marcus, trust me, Y/n’s just hurt, but she knows you.”

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

A few days passed and Y/n wasn’t sure what to do. Would Marcus be mad at her for not believing him? Not trusting him? Were they still even together? Did he still want to be with her? She knew he’d never hurt her intentionally, never cheat on her but seeing his lips on another girl’s brought forth all her insecurities. They tainted her mind and made her believe that maybe he actually was capable of cheating on her. She couldn’t deny Ginny’s beauty, either. 

But no matter what, she should’ve believed Marcus, because trust is one of the most important parts of a relationship. She knew she had to apologize, for leaving him, and not hearing him out. Marcus had texted Y/n but she had decided not to respond, and just allow herself to think for a few days. Marcus had been giving Y/n space figuring she needed it however, he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to know if she was okay, where they stood, and just apologize to her for not kicking Ginny out of his room the second she stood outside his door. To tell her how much he loved her and how much she means to him.

Almost simultaneously both Marcus and Y/n left their houses, each heading to the other’s house. They both unknowingly passed each other on their way. When they arrived at the other’s house, both were met with the same response, she left, and he left. 

Both left disappointed, returning to their houses. As Y/n was driving back to her house some idiot was skating in the middle of the road. Y/n honked at the person, scaring them and causing them to fall off their skateboard. Y/n pulled to the side, to make sure the person wasn’t injured.

“Are you okay?” She called out to the person, who was removing their earbuds. They turned to face her. Her y/e/c eyes are met with familiar brown eyes. Marcus. 

They said each other’s names in unison, Y/n throwing herself into the boy’s arms, clinging to him. The silence only lasted for a few moments before Y/n began to apologize, “I’m so sorry bub, I should have believed you, I trust you, I don’t know what came over me, I just-” 

“You have nothing to be sorry for baby, I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. I should’ve shown you how much I loved you, so you wouldn’t have a reason to doubt my love for you. Y/n you are one of the most important people in my life, if not the most important person. I love you so much, and I never want to hurt you. Please believe me, I promise you I didn’t initiate the kiss, I didn’t return it, Ginny just forced herself on me, I would never ever cheat on you, bub, I love you so, so, much.”

“I know, honey, I know, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you or even hear you out, I should have. I love you too and I should have trusted you, I’m sorry” 

“Are you okay, did you get hurt when you fell?” 

“No, yeah I’m fine either way it doesn’t matter, as long as we're good, that’s all that matters.” He murmured, his hands gently rubbing Y/n’s back.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Y/n nodded. 

“I love you,” Y/n said, tucking her head into the crook of  Marcus's neck, the scent of his cologne, calming her and bringing her comfort. She had missed him so much, and she couldn’t believe she had almost lost him due to some stupid kiss. 

“I love you too, baby, I don’t ever want to lose you.”

“You won’t, and I’m gonna beat Ginny’s ass for touching you,” Y/n muttered angrily which caused Marcus to laugh.

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that, Max has that covered.”

“I can’t believe her, that’s literally sexual assault, Marcus.”

“Really?” 

“Yes, she kissed you without your consent, ugh, I swear I’m gonna-”

“Honey, let’s just try and move past this, and forget about her, let’s focus on us.” Marcus continued to rub soothing circles on Y/n’s back with one hand, his other repeating the same motion on her hip.

Y/n nodded silently, before looking up at Marcus, her hands wrapping around his neck, pulling him into a gentle, loving kiss. Marcus returned it, kissing Y/n with more fervor than he ever thought he had, his hands reaching up to gently cup her face, pouring all his love for her into the kiss. Desperately wanting to show Y/n how much he truly loved her.  

They both pulled away, slightly panting, “Let’s go home, I just wanna cuddle with you,” Y/n murmured to the boy. “Yeah, let’s go, I was having withdrawals from being away from you,” Marcus responded which caused a giggle to escape Y/n’s lips.

As the couple drove home, they both knew they’d be okay. Their love for each other was all they needed, knowing they’d be able to overcome any obstacles that came their way.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

A/N: this was inspired by lover of mine, by 5sos, also this is the most I’ve posted in like, ever… and please somebody else post some Marcus fics I can’t read my own writing it’s not the same as reading someone else’s work 😭

As the couple drove home, they both knew they’d be okay. Their love for each other was all they needed, knowing they’d be able to overcome any obstacles that came their way.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

A/N: this was inspired by lover of mine, by 5sos, also this is the most I’ve posted in like, ever… y'all somebody else needs to write for Marcus, i can't read my own writing, it's not the same as reading somebody else's 😭

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[train-wrecc]

Grow As We Go

niklaus mikaelson x human!female!reader

flangst!

summary: niklaus fears he will harm his child’s life by being in it, so he decides he must leave.

word count: 2.3k

gc: unknown/google

a/n: i got a sudden burst of energy/inspiration? to write so i finished this draft that ive had for a while now.

also for anybody that followed me because of “alpha” i don’t think i’ll ever continue it, looking back at it, it was terrible and the whole plot was lacking and just no- haha, sorry. I tend to overcomplicate my plots/writing and then abandon them :/

& lastly idk how to work tumblr so if this post looks wonky that's my bad haha

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“Niklaus?” Y/n questioned the hybrid, as he stood in what she could only place as shock.

“Nik? Did you hear what I just said?” Y/n’s hand gently grasped Nik’s arm.

“Yes…” He responded very quietly, his gaze on the floor.

All eyes had been on Niklaus as everyone had been waiting for his reaction.

“Well, what do you think?” Y/n asked him as a laugh escaped her lips, revealing her nervousness. 

Klaus finally looked up, his eyes meeting Y/n’s as his eyebrows began to pull together.

“How is this possible? I’m a vampire, vampires cannot reproduce!” He exclaimed.

“You’re a hybrid, Niklaus, that’s how. Your werewolf gene allowed this, this miracle, to happen.” Elijah had responded as Y/n was taken back by Klaus's outburst.

“Are you positive?” He questioned.

“Listen.” Rebekah interrupted.

They remained silent, the vampires now being able to pick up the sound of not one but two heartbeats coming from Y/n, one being very faint. 

Niklaus let out a small unheard gasp, as a tear began forming in his eye however he quickly blinked it away.

“This is great, isn’t it? You’re gonna be a father Nik!” Rebekah said, a smile playing on everyone’s face except for one hybrid.

Y/n’s hands clasped Nik’s as she murmured his name.

He ripped his hands away from hers, “This is anything but great, Y/n! This is terrible! It’s a nightmare, how could this possibly be?” He muttered.

“W-what?” Y/n sputtered in confusion.

“I thought you’d be happy to be a father, Niklaus…” 

“How could you ever come to such a repulsive conclusion!?”

“That’s enough, Niklaus.” Elijah interrupted Niklaus through gritted teeth, knowing he was going to continue to say things that he knew he truly didn’t mean. 

“No, continue what you were going to say, Niklaus. I want to hear what you have to say about this supposed disgraceful situation.” Y/n spat out.

“I have nothing more to say. You mustn’t be pregnant. If you are, that child which you bear is not mine. I should have never gotten into this entanglement with you.” 

Niklaus knew his words would hurt Y/n, however, he thought this was for the better. She and her child, their child, would be better off without him. Y/n was human after all, bearing his child was enough of a burden for her. He never should’ve allowed himself to date her, however her presence intoxicated him and affected his ability to think straight. 

He had finally relaxed in her being, allowing himself to live in this fantasy of his. Where he and her could be happy. He knew their relationship would come to an end eventually. Whether it was by Y/n getting hurt and suffering at the hands of his enemies or by Niklaus, himself. He truly had never wanted to hurt her. But alas, Niklaus couldn't help it. He needed her to leave him. Her life is fragile as it is, and being with Klaus doubled that fragility. 

Klaus had thought about this moment. He didn’t think it would ever be possible but he had dreamed of it. He never thought his dream-turned-reality would end up being a nightmare. Because the one thing that remained constant in the back of his mind was that he ruined whatever he touched. As much as he didn’t want to admit to himself, he and his father were alike in many ways. Niklaus would never want to inflict any kind of hurt on his child. Which brought him back to the dilemma that he hadn’t had much time to ponder on. Try to live with Y/n in this fantasy of his and raise his child but unintentionally end up ruining them as his father did to him or leave Y/n. 

He was deep in his thoughts, only brought back to reality by the stinging sensation on the left side of his face caused by Rebekah’s hand. A sting which felt miniscule to the pain that was brought to him when he implied that his child was not his. Nothing in comparison to the thought of having to leave them. “How dare you utter such words of the mother of your child, Niklaus.” 

“I cannot fathom how you can imply such things, this child is yours, Klaus. How could you ever possibly think that Y/n would do such a thing-”

“It’s fine, Bekah. Let him think whatever he wishes to.” Y/n interrupted the enraged blonde, attempting to keep her voice steady and her tears at bay. She grabbed Rebekah’s wrist to hopefully restrain her from inflicting any more pain on Klaus, even if Klaus was stronger. 

No matter what Klaus did, Y/n would always love him and never wish harm upon him. He is the father of her child after all, and the love of her life. She knew as well as Elijah that Klaus did not mean what he said. She knew that he struggled to believe that he was more than a bastard child, that his siblings truly loved him, and that he didn't bring pain to everyone in his life. But with all his paranoia she couldn’t help but wonder if he truly thought that she could ever be unloyal to him. She had always defended him, no matter what he had done. She knew she shouldn’t but couldn’t help herself. As hard as she tried to keep from crying, it was just another thing to add to the list of things she couldn’t help but do. Loving Niklaus. Defending him at all costs. 

As soon as the tears began, they didn’t stop. It was all too much for Y/n. She knew he was doing this because he doubted his abilities to be a good father. But did he think that she didn’t doubt her ability to be a mother? To birth a child. If he thought that she would be able to raise their child on her own he was sorely mistaken. She needed him, as did her child, their child.

Y/n turned away not wanting Klaus to see her tear-stricken face. She didn’t want him to see how he had affected her. However, he already knew his affect on her and had already seen the tears streaming down her face. Niklaus had decided it was best he leave. He had already hurt Y/n enough, and he couldn't stand the fact that her tears were due to his words, his actions. 

Niklaus vampire-sped out of the compound. Leaving Y/n in a puddle of her own tears, his siblings trying to comfort her. Although, it wasn’t the same as the comfort that he brought her. Y/n knew Niklaus would return home, she believed in him. However, as the day turned to night the Mikaelson siblings began to let doubt creep into their minds, as per usual. But Y/n knew Klaus couldn't leave her. She knew the immense love that she felt for him, he reciprocated.

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The next morning Y/n woke up due to feeling a pair of eyes boring into her. She sat up, rubbing her puffy eyes in an attempt to clear her slightly hazy vision. When her vision became clear her eyes were met with that of her lover’s beautiful blue eyes.

Niklaus couldn't take it any longer, he quickly sat down on their shared bed before embracing Y/n in a tight hug. She relaxed into the hug before they both let out small content sighs. Y/n clung to Klaus tightly for a few seconds but before anything more could be said, Y/n pulled away from the embrace. 

“Niklaus,” Y/n was only able to get his name out before Nik interrupted her.

“Y/n, please, just let me speak first.” He met her gaze, his eyes shining with tears.

Klaus took a breath before beginning, “I’m so sorry, Y/n, I-I never meant to hurt you, but I already have… forgive me. There wasn’t a single truth that came out of my mouth yesterday. I put all my insecurities on you, and that wasn’t right. I know that you would never betray me by lying with another, and I know that this child is mine. I’m scared, I’ll admit it. I’m worried that I’ll hurt this child the way my parents hurt me, the way they turned my siblings and me into these monsters. They ruined us and I do not want that for our child, so I thought it best that I leave, because I know that all this child would need in this world is you, Y/n. I know you’ll be a caring, loving mother. I just don’t know if I can be the father that our child deserves…”

“Niklaus, I know you. You would never harm our child. I don’t know how you could think that you ever would.”

“You don’t know that, Y/n. I am my father’s son after all.” 

“Niklaus, never compare yourself to Mikael, please. That man is a monster, who hurt you tremendously.”

“I am no better than Mikael, Y/n.” Klaus shook his head not being able to meet Y/n eye’s due to the disgust he felt with himself.

Y/n’s hand gently caressed Nik’s cheek, making him meet her gaze as well as attempting to comfort him. She knew that he was touch-starved and loved physical affection. 

“Niklaus you are a far better man than Mikael. Mikael physically and mentally abused you. When you saw Marcel being tortured by the hands of his father did you stand there and watch, allow it? No. You took him in and saved him from a life of slavery and abuse. You cannot sit here and tell me that you and Mikael are equal, I will not allow it.” Y/n gently told Niklaus.

His eyes met Y/n’s, “And I can’t allow you to stay with me Y/n. I can’t be a father. I won’t allow myself to hurt this child. Please, you have to understand that this is what is best for the child… I was somewhat a father before and I do not wish for this child to carry the same hate for me as Marcel.”

“Marcel does not hate you Niklaus! Yes, you may not see eye to eye on things, but you raised him and he loves you, believe it or not. Marcel is a strong leader, who fights for his family and for what he believes in, he is one of the most loyal people I’ve ever met. If our child turns out anything like him, I will be more than happy, Nik. And, I can’t do this without you Nik…” Y/n said as her voice began to break.

“I can’t carry this child alone for nine months. I can’t raise them without you, Nik, I don’t want to. I need you, our child needs you, to protect them from this cruel yet beautiful world.” Y/n said, tears beginning to cascade down her face as she sniffled in order to continue with her spiel.

Niklaus gently wiped her tears with his thumbs, “Please don’t cry, love. This is what’s necessary…”

“No, it’s not Niklaus! What’s necessary is you staying here with me and being the best father that you can be to our child.” Y/n said before a small cry escaped her lips. NIklaus’s hands found Y’n’s waist as he rubbed soothing motions there, in an attempt to calm her as her hands now clung to his shoulders.

“I know you’re not perfect, Nik, I’m aware of your past mistakes but I still love you. You still deserve to be loved Niklaus. I love and accept you and all your flaws and so will our child. Because you will show them the utmost love and adoration that you can. You will nurture them, and teach them to paint…” She softly smiled, still teary-eyed.

“Niklaus, you aren’t the only one who has made mistakes or who has flaws. I, too, am far from perfect Klaus. And yes, we may make mistakes as we raise our child, but we will grow as we go. Together.” She finished.

Nik took a breath in, his eyes beginning to flicker between Y/n’s beautiful glossy eyes, which held nothing but immense love for him, and her lips. His right hand trailed up to her face as his large hand delicately cupped her face. Before Y/n could utter another word, Klaus' lips gently met hers. Her tense shoulders instantly relaxed as she kissed him back. Nik poured all his love for her into the passionate kiss. Their lips continuously met before separating to breathe.

A small smile was playing on Niklaus plump lips, “I should’ve known that I could never leave you. I love you too much, sweetheart.” Klaus was staring at Y/n in adoration, before he continued.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. Sorry for the hurtful things I said to you yesterday. Sorry for thinking that I could ever leave you and our child. I know that I can be… difficult at times. I hope you can forgive me, and I can promise you that I will spend the rest of my eternal life loving you.”

“All is forgiven, my love. I know your mind gets the best of you sometimes. There is nothing in this world that you could do that would make me stop loving you.” Y/n smiled.

Niklaus took in the beautiful woman before him, her nose tinted red along with the splotches painting her tear-stained cheeks, doing nothing to diminish her beauty. Y/n, the mother of his child, and hopefully soon to be wife. She filled his life with love and warmth and made him the happiest he’s ever been. 

Y/n pulled Niklaus closer to her, hugging him tightly as they both shifted to lay down on their large bed, where they would remain for the following hours. Basking in the bliss of their love for each other and their unborn child.

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a/n: yes, this is inspired by the song “grow as we go” by ben platt, but I got a little sidetracked haha, it’s such a good song though <33

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