i'm ana! i'm a writer on here that should be able to upload pretty consistently... I'm new to writing on Tumblr so if you have any advice, let me know!
↬ who I write for:
Eminem (Marshall Mathers, B Rabbit, Slim Shady)
Harry Potter characters (Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Oliver Wood, Neville Longbottom, Weasley twins, Mattheo Riddle)
Percy Jackson characters (Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan, Grover Underwood, Nico di Angelo, Annabeth Chase)
The Last of Us characters (Ellie Williams, Abby Anderson, Joel Miller)
↬ rules:
all of my work is made by me! please don't steal or take credit for my work... (if you take inspiration from anything I do, that's perfectly fine!)
this blog will be more mature, so please keep that in mind
i'm willing to write mostly anything; this includes nsfw and more mature content in general
however, I won't write about anything illegal or morally incorrect; this includes large age gap relationships between a minor and an adult, non consensual activities, harmful crimes, etc.
please don't hate on me or any other creators on here! we're doing this for fun! if you don't like what I do, feel free to block me
↬ requests:
my requests are totally open! if you have an idea you'd like to submit, feel free to do so and i'll try to tend to it as quickly as possible.
What would Marshall be like at his current age dating a younger woman?
age gap hcs! - eminem
fem!y/n x Older!Marshall Mathers
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A/N: guess who's back
Older!Marshall that was nervous to go out with you at first.
Older!Marshall that on your first date, continued asking you if you were comfortable because he never wanted you to feel weird around him.
Older!Marshall that spoils you rotten. Go shopping with him, you'll find him carrying bags and bags of items you simply looked at.
Older!Marshall that supports you in everything you do. Uni getting hard? He's right there. Work's a pain? He's right there.
Older!Marshall that was scared to get physical at first. He felt like it was too weird; but, after continuous encouragement and reassurance, he decided he was ready.
Older!Marshall that finds your laptop open on your bed.
Older!Marshall that decides to look at it, just to check.
Older!Marshall that sees your Amazon wish list and buys everything on it.
Older!Marshall that surprises you with all the junk he bought on a random Wednesday, because he just loves you that much.
Older!Marshall that, once again, surprises you with a gift a week or so later. That gift, being, a beautiful blue lingerie set.
synopsis: Jimmy goes to take Lily to get a haircut.
A/N: hey guys! ik it's been a while. sorry!! but thought this was cute.
Another morning at the salon; at least it wasn’t busy. Y/N looked over her schedule once again. Two trims and one cut and color. Simple enough. She turned her back to the front door, going into the back to make herself a quick cup of coffee. While she waited for her drink, she looked over the magazines her boss insisted on keeping in the waiting area. She looked through the assortment of articles. Nothing really caught her eye, but it was enough to keep her distracted while she waited for her first appointment of the day, which should have been arriving within the next 20 minutes.
After she finished the elderly woman’s trim, she charged her and walked her to the door. First task done. She then waited another two hours for her next trim. During those two hours, she really exerted herself trying to find something to do. She had some snacks, watched a TV show on her phone, read some more magazines, and eventually found herself dozing off on one of the salon chairs.
She groaned as she heard the familiar notes of the doorbell ringing. Y/N opened the door for the woman, leading her to the chair she just napped in. Snip, snip, snip. She cut her customer’s hair expertly, leaving it looking fresh.
Once again, she had a wait, this one being four hours. This time, she heard the doorbell, but only an hour had passed. Y/N stood up to go greet whomever was at the door. She opened the door to see a tall and pale man. Somewhere near her age, she guessed. Brown hair and bright blue eyes. She caught herself staring, and quickly opened her mouth to diffuse the awkwardness.
-Um, hey! How can I help you?
Just as she spoke, a little girl revealed herself from behind the man. She was visibly anxious, gripping onto the man’s shirt. She had beautiful blonde hair and a cute little face. Y/N smiled down at the girl and in return received a wry grin.
-Hey, um, I was wondering if you could give her hair a trim? I don’t know if you take walk-ins but I thought she needed a cut.
Y/N smiled happily and opened the door a little wider to let them into the salon area.
-Yeah, sure! You’re lucky I have a free for the next few hours.
The man smiled at Y/N and urged the little girl to follow her. Hesitantly, she stepped forward.
-Hey, sweetheart! What’s your name?
Y/N kneeled to reach the girl’s height.
-Lily.
She muttered, barely above a whisper. Y/N smiled and led her to the wash station, which had a pillow or two on it so Lily could reach the bowl.
-I’m Jimmy, by the way.
-Y/N.
They exchanged some quick glances and sweet smiles. Y/N then washed Lily’s hair while asking her some questions to try and get her to open up.
-So, what’s your favorite color?
-Pink!
-Mine’s pink too! That’s so cool.
Lily giggled at this while Jimmy watched lovingly from a chair a bit farther away. Y/N then brought Lily over to her chair and asked her what she wanted for her hair. Lily had fairly long hair, so there were quite a few possibilities. Jimmy walked over and showed Y/N a photo from a magazine.
-Lily said she wanted this.
Lily smiled up at them, excited for her new haircut. It was simple enough, some layers, cute little bangs and some face-framing pieces. Y/N got to work, snipping and cutting away. Then she blow-dried Lily’s hair and asked if they needed anything else. Y/N was bored, so she pulled Jimmy aside and told him she could throw in a mani-pedi, on the house, since she had a lot of free time and with how tiny Lily was, not a lot of materials would be used.
Jimmy agreed quickly, anything to please his girl.
-Hey, Lily, wanna get your nails done?
-Yes, please!
Y/N giggled at their interaction. It was too cute how they spoke to one another. She brought Lily over to the little spa area and got to work painting her nails with a bright and glittery pink polish. Once she was done, she brought Lily back to Jimmy.
-How much?
-Eh, 5.
Jimmy lit up, the price wasn’t bad. He quickly brought out a five-dollar bill and handed it to Y/N.
-Thanks a lot, she really loves it.
-Anytime!
They grinned at each other once again, Lily hugging Y/N’s leg before leaving.
Hello,how are you? I saw your post asking for fic ideas so here's one I hope you like it
Assistant reader who has worked with Eminem since the beginning of his career, the public and his kids love her, the kids always goes to her for advice and see her as part of the family . Marshall admires her and her relationship with his kids, He has always been attracted to her, but he respects her a lot and thinks she can find someone better, They are very close and know each other like no one else. They have fight a few times but she would always go to him and put some sense into his head and they would make up. Maybe she could have an accident or become very ill and end up in the hospital, he is terrified at the prospect of losing her. They get so stressed about the situation that they have a very serious fight, he says a lot of shit and she sends him away. A few days pass and they don't talk to each other, he didn't want to apologize and decided to wait until she came back and fix the things like she always did, but the things he said during the fight really hurt her and she decided to resign from her assistant position, she sent an email with the details of her contract termination.
You decide what happens next.
PS: I really loved your writing, sorry for the long request, I like to detail things, if you don't like the idea or don't feel comfortable writing this you can completely ignore it please.
Hugs and bye (◠‿・)—☆
my assistant - eminem
fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers
masterlist
synopsis: Y/N is Marshall's assistant. They're close and best friends until something goes wrong in her life...
A/N: hi! I know it's been a while, i've been super stressed with finals and stuff but i'm finally back on track and I wrote this. there's more to come since I have a ton of requests to have fun with! hope you enjoy this one. and i'm so glad to hear you liked my writing!
-Marsh!
-What?!
-Dre’s on the phone for you! Something about needing you to re-record something!
Marshall groaned from his office. Y/N giggled at his antics, he really could be a grump at times. She continued to put away files and work on his busy schedule, something she’d done every day for years.
Y/N had been Marshall’s assistant since what felt like forever, and it sort of was. Ever since his career took off, she’d been by his side. She did her job well, and never gave anyone on the team any reason to doubt her abilities. Not to mention she was always the go-to for advice. Marshall was always asking for advice; situations big or small, his mind always went to call Y/N. And his kids did the same. And his friends. And his team.
The public always wondered about their relationship, about what happened behind closed doors. “She and I are just close friends. That’s all.” And truthfully, that was all there was to it. They were friends. Though he’d often find himself wondering and daydreaming about what it’d feel like if they were more, he always stopped himself before it could get any deeper. He knew she deserved better. She was smart, kind, and hilarious. Surely, she’d find another man more attractive and muscular and smarter and funnier. Surely, she wouldn’t want a man like him. But, in actuality, they were both stuck in a cycle of feeling this way. She felt he deserved someone who related to him more. Someone prettier, someone more famous. Why would he want an accountant when he could easily have a bombshell?
Everyone around them knew how they felt about each other, except, apparently, them. They knew each other inside and out. Marshall knew all of her nervous tics; like her lip biting, finger picking, leg bouncing, pen tapping, and arm crossing. And, in return, she knew all of his icks; loud chewing, gum popping, loud singing, loud speaking, fingernail tapping, and slurping. They could read one another like books, unless, of course, it came to romance.
Y/N had been to enough family dinners at his house to know this. She was basically a Mathers herself. She became a Mathers when Hailie got her first period and Marshall had no clue on what to do. When she told him what to buy at the supermarket while she washed Hailie’s bed sheets and clothes. When she helped Hailie with her first breakup. And she became a Mathers when Marshall started his journey with sobriety and she was with him the whole time. Marshall admired her greatly. He admired her bravery and courage, her kindness and empathy, her ambition and perseverance, it seemed like everything life threw at her, she could easily push past it. He respected her a lot. He also respected how much a perfectionist she was. She made sure her nails were properly painted and if not they looked well groomed; cuticles always cut, nails long and strong, filed to perfection. Her hair was done meticulously, clearly also well taken care of. Her skin had a light glow to it. Marshall admired this for years. He admired and respected every aspect about her, she was like family to him.
However, like friends and family do, there were always a few quarrels. When Y/N was on her period and already in a sour mood, and Marshall decided that would be a good day to be a brat and complain about everything. Y/N adored him, but he could be really childish at times. He whined one too many times and she’d snapped at him. It escalated into an argument that Dre had to promptly break up. Or when Marshall was upset because he had writer's block and Y/N asked if it was really that hard to write a song. He snapped at her too. But, in the end, they always made up. In all honesty, it was usually Y/N that would fix things. She’d go over to him and no matter who was right or wrong, she’d say it was silly and smack him upside the head for staying upset.
The symptoms started mild. A bit of dizziness and fatigue. Walking up the stairs got harder, standing up suddenly quickly became a threat. Marshall and the others had noticed it, but decided not to mention anything. Health business is private business. Then, she started getting weaker. She was fatigued after just walking from the office back to her desk. She got pale. She no longer had that glow to her. Hailie asked Marshall what was wrong, but even he didn’t know.
She was always short of breath. When she talked, she occasionally slurred her words. She’d stumble through the hallway, just trying to make it back to her desk. This went on for months. In the beginning, Marshall took the pallor and fatigue as stress and exhaustion from work. He no longer complained, instead taking on some of her duties in an attempt to alleviate her. He saw nothing changed, in fact, it only worsened.
She started having heart palpitations. They became more frequent as the weeks flew by. When she’d hug her friends or set a hand down on someone’s arm, they’d notice that they were cold as ice. Her nails, something she once cared for, were now brittle. Her hair, once shiny and well put together, was now thinning and falling like a withering tree in the fall.
Almost a year had passed since the symptoms started. It was a somewhat normal day in the studio. Y/N walked in with Marshall’s weekly schedule in hand. Today, the windows weren’t coated with curtains like they usually were. Today, Marshall saw Y/N in the natural light. He noticed how pale she’d become. How her hair was now messy and thinned. How she looked almost malnourished.
He loved her the same, but he was concerned. He asked her to sit beside him on the couch, looking towards the others in the studio. Certainly the others had to have noticed her dire state. She sat carefully, moving slowly in an attempt to not exhaust herself too much. Her eyes darted around the room in confusion. Why was everyone looking at her like that?
She sat there for a while, when she realized she needed to finish a document for Paul.
-Shit!
-What? What’s wrong?
-I need to finish that paper for Paul. I’ll see you guys later.
Y/N stood up madly. Suddenly, she felt her body numb slightly and her eyes roll into the back of her head. She felt dizzy and everything around her felt surreal. She attempted to take a step forward, but instead, her entire body fell forward. Next thing she knew, it all went black.
Marshall saw her stand up. She looked like she was going to hurl. She fell forward and with a thud, she hit the carpeted floor. Everyone in the room ran to her. There was a bustle of voices. Pandemonium broke out. Someone called an ambulance. Marshall couldn’t remember much, but what he did know was that now he was sitting in a hospital lobby. Awaiting any news about his best friend.
The realization settled in. The panic came along with it. He realized that his best friend (and sort of the love of his life) was in a hospital bed right now, unsure of whether or not she’ll make it out of here. He knew he couldn’t lose her.
-It’s anemia. Her case was pretty severe, since it was left untreated for 11 months. She had an iron deficiency, most likely from not eating properly. It could’ve become deadly if she’d left it untreated for too long.
-Anemia?
Marshall couldn’t believe it. All of the signs were there and he never did anything about it. As soon as they let him know she was conscious, he ran into the room. He saw her in the bed and felt a wave of emotions. He felt sad knowing that she was hurting, he felt happy that she was okay, and he felt rage that she let this get that bad and that he hadn’t noticed.
-Hey, Marsh.
-Hey. Did you know you had anemia?
-Wow. Straight to the point. Um, not specifically but, like, I knew there was something wrong.
Marshall started to become upset. How was she so casual about this? If anemia is left untreated, it can result in death.
-And you didn’t do anything about it?
-Well, no. I didn’t expect anything serious?
-The doctor told me that you could’ve died if you didn’t treat it. And he said it was because you weren’t eating. Why weren’t you eating?
-Look, Marsh, I just assumed that it would go away after a while. I didn’t even notice it had gotten that bad. And I mean, I haven’t really had an appetite. I’ve been working a lot and I just think I was stressed.
-Well, you should’ve told me you were feeling overworked! I could’ve helped you! You could’ve died Y/N! Doesn’t that go through your head!
-I’m sorry! I didn’t think it was that deep!
-Yeah? Well it was. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. I came here thinking you got some crazy disease. I was so worried.
-I can’t control my appetite Marsh. And you didn’t have to come.
-Yeah, well, when you’re on your deathbed, alone, you’ll wish you might’ve listened to me.
Y/N’s mouth stayed slightly ajar after that last comment. How could he say that to her? He saw the look on her face and immediately regretted it. He knew he was doing wrong. He knew that it was a terrible thing to say.
-Look, Y/N, I’m so sor-
-Get out.
-What?
-Get out, Marsh. Leave.
And leave he did. He went home that day and had a long night of processing. He concluded that he had a point, but he should’ve phrased it better; he also should have picked a better time to say it. But he didn’t want to apologize. For some unknown reason, he couldn’t find it within himself to go to her and apologize. Eventually, a week had passed. He figured that she’d come to him soon and they’d make up. However, he was proven wrong when he received an email that Paul had forwarded him that morning. The title read “My Resignation”. He began to panic, calling her and sending her countless texts.
He then called Paul, hoping it was a mistake.
-Look, man. I don’t know what you said or did to her, but it must’ve been pretty fucked up. You better go apologize to her now.
Marshall quickly hopped into his car and drove to her house. He parked his car in her driveway, seeing she was home. He knocked on the door furiously, hoping to get ahold of her. She opened the door only a few inches. Enough to see his face. She was about to close the door when he pushed it open. She stumbled back a bit.
-What the hell do you want Marsh?
-Look, Y/N, I came to apologize. I can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner. I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said. I was just scared. I never meant to hurt you or make you feel bad. Especially since you were the one in the hospital bed. When I was the one in trouble, you never did any of that shit to me. I’m so sorry Y/N.
Y/N sighed deeply. As upset as she was with him, she couldn’t stay mad. She was starting to look like her old self again, Marshall realized. She got her glow back, her hair was looking thicker; she looked like she did before. Still a little thin, but back to somewhat normal.
Y/N smiled weakly. She knew she couldn’t be mad at him forever, and this was silly. Marshall looked at her face, smiling, and he realized just how much he loved her. He looked at every feature he’d fallen in love with; her eyes, bright and curious, her lips, pretty and cute, her cheeks, slightly indented with all the smiling she does, but still beautiful. He knew he needed her, and without thinking, he leaned down and connected his lips with hers. It was passionate and sweet. The kiss contained all the words that need not be spoken. When he pulled back, she was smiling like an idiot, wide eyed.
He knew that from then on, he would love her a little harder.
Hi!! Could you do one in which Em meets reader's parents and he's nervous they won't like him and keep asking reader how to dress, what to say or do??
nervous - eminem
fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers
masterlist
synopsis: Marshall's nervous about meeting Y/N's parents.
A/N: had a lot of fun writing this one! I know my chapters are short and stuff, but I hope that soon I'll be able to get one out that's super duper long for you guys!
Marshall had never imagined he’d be sitting on his bedroom floor, surrounded by piles of his best clothes and shoes, all for a girl. Well, not a girl; the girl. Y/N was his diamond, his crown jewel. He adored her in every way possible, which is why he was stressing so hard over meeting her parents. This was a very big deal to him; if her parents didn’t like him, what would come of the relationship?
-Fuck it.
That’s what he kept muttering to himself as he dialed Y/N’s number in his phone. It rang once, twice, three times, and finally…
-Hello?
-Hey baby.
-Oh, hey, Marsh! What’s up?
-So, I was picking out what I was gonna wear tonight when I realized that I have nothing!
-You’re so dramatic, you have a huge closet! You’ll find something in there.
She was right. He had a plethora of clothes in various styles. There had to be at least one decent outfit somewhere among the mass of fabric tainting the cleanliness of his bedroom. Sadly, he still thought none of it was good enough.
-I actually don’t. Nothing here is nice enough to wear to meet your parents.
-Marshall, my parents aren’t some strict, stick-up-the-ass, crazy people. They don’t really care about what you’re wearing as long as you don’t look homeless.
-Have you seen what I wear? I do look homeless!
-No… you look like a classy homeless man. There’s a difference.
-Baby, I’m serious. I’m real stressed here.
Y/N sighed at his apprehension. He truly was ridiculous at times.
-What do you want me to do about it?
-Well, can you come over?
-Fine. Be there in 10.
Y/N hopped in her car after throwing on some clothes and took off. She herself needed to get ready, but that need not be mentioned. She’d figure it out. Once she pulled into his driveway, she saw him standing at the door, visibly anxious. Y/N stepped out of the car and greeted Marshall.
-Hey, baby.
-Hey. Help me please.
He sort of jogged up the stairs and led her to his bedroom. Y/N audibly gasped at the mess he’d made. Clothes strewn all over the floor, shoes on the table, perfumes thrown on his bed, the man was a wreck.
-Good god.
-I know. I have a bit of a mess. But, ignore that. Can you help me pick everything?
-Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Marshall went through the mess finding outfit after outfit. Y/N said all of them were fine, but he wanted his outfit to be great. At this point, Y/N was saying they were great just to get him off her ass. She was running out of time to get ready.
-Baby don’t lie to me! Tell me if the clothes are actually good, please.
Y/N groaned and stood up from her spot on the bed. She went over to the pile farthest from them and grabbed a nice shirt. Then, she went over to a pile of jeans on the other end of the floor and picked up a pair of jeans that were nice and hadn’t touched the floor yet. Next, she found the shoe pile and grabbed a matching pair of nice jordans and a nice smelling perfume in the pile next to them. She put it all together in front of Marshall and his jaw dropped slightly.
-Wha… how did you…?
-Magic.
Y/N shrugged. She finally went over to the closet and grabbed the nicest clothes she could find from the small and, quite frankly, lacking collection of clothes she kept at Marshall’s house.
-Wow, baby. You look… great.
Marshall looked like a man reborn; a phoenix reborn from the ashes. He was a new man. He looked classy and spiffed up. He wore nice jewelry and a nice watch, but not so nice as to draw attention or to gloat upon his success.
-Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself.
Y/N smiled as Marshall grabbed her hand and guided her to his car. She knew that her parents would love him no matter what, but she still liked teasing him and making him work for it.
Hi, I have an idea: Marshall has an adult daughter. and she brings her boyfriend to meet Marshall (I would like to see how the reader talks to Marshall about meeting him, how he feels about it, and the meeting itself (and maybe you can add something else from yourself))).
I hope I've made myself clear. And I want to apologize for any mistakes if there are any. English is not my native language.
daughter - eminem
daughter!fem!y/n x dad!Marshall Mathers
masterlist
synopsis: Y/N needs to tell her dad (Eminem) that she has a new boyfriend.
warnings: usage of the name Christian
A/N: I'm not sure if this is what you meant but if you want something different let me know! loved this request - hope you enjoy!
Y/N felt her skin getting clammy on the steering wheel during the drive to her father’s house after work. This was it, the day she’d been dreading yet excitedly counting down for. Today she would tell her father about her boyfriend, and hopefully convince him to meet him. This was an awfully sore subject, in fact, for quite a while, the “boyfriend talk” was exclusively banned in the Mathers household. Marshall hated talking about boyfriends, he hated meeting them, and he most definitely hated hearing about boyfriend activities. He loved knowing his daughters were safe and happy, but when you have four girls, hearing about a movie or a dinner date becomes a tiring routine.
Y/N was his third daughter, just before Stevie. She’d seen her older sisters irritate her dad to no end by oversharing details of their love lives. Even better, sometimes he’d accidentally walk in on his daughters talking about their love lives and he’d hear something he shouldn’t have. Y/N found his detestation hilarious, until it was her turn for the talk. She was scared to introduce her boyfriend; though she loved him, she was fearful her father wouldn’t approve or like him.
Y/N arrived at the large mansion quickly, much to her dismay. She stepped out of the car and grabbed her things erratically, preoccupied with thoughts about the script she’d created in her mind. She needed to plan this out to make sure she got her point across and didn’t mess things up too badly. Y/N walked up the stairs to her father’s bedroom, feeling the dread twist and turn her stomach and pound itself throughout the confines of her head and body. She stepped into the room, her eyes immediately catching her father sitting in bed, probably after having a long day.
Her thoughts instantly clouded with excuses as to why she shouldn’t tell him now. He had a long day, probably spent hours in the gym and the studio, so he probably wouldn’t want to know right now, would he? Plus, she could wait for a better time, like Thanksgiving dinner or the annual Christmas party. And she still had a chance to back out, he hadn’t seen her yet so if she just turned around now and left the house or came up with an excuse as to why she was there she wouldn’t have to tell him anything.
“Y/N?”, too late.
As she was turning around to carry out the escape part of her plan, she hadn’t noticed her father moving around in bed and turning to look at her. She slowly turned around, an awkward smile plastered on her face. “Hey…” she said, lumberingly. “What are you doing here?” her father asks. “Oh, so you don’t want me here?” she asked, jokingly. “Hey, you know that’s not what I meant. But seriously, why are you here?” He chuckled lightly after her joke but he stopped smiling as soon as she started talking. “I, um, wanted to ask you something.” She walked over to his bed and sat down next to him. “Yeah? What’s up?”, “Well, I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a bit now…” He didn’t like how ominous she was being, and he really didn’t like how anxious she looked. “You’re starting to scare me, Y/N.” She looked at him apologetically; she needed to start making her point fast. “Okay, so, um… I have a boyfriend right now. And we’re getting serious. I was thinking that, maybe, it was time for you to meet him.” She looked over at his deadpan face. He didn’t say anything for a bit, just blinking at her. This was the first time she’d asked him to meet a boyfriend of hers in a serious way. The other times it was more of a casual thing.
After a while, he spoke. “Okay, what’s his name?” This time, she was the one that didn’t say anything. She was expecting him to react negatively or something. But, in fact, he seemed kind of happy. “Um, his name’s Christian.” He smiled, but then frowned when he noticed her disquieted expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I-I don’t know. I was just scared that you’d be upset.” “Why would I be upset? Does he make you happy? Is he loyal? Does he treat you right?” When she nodded yes to every question, he smiled. “Then I have no reason to be upset. Wait, actually, one more question. Does he like football?” Once Y/N nodded once more, he knew this was all he needed to hear. “Then I’m sure I’ll love him!” They both giggled a bit.
Christian opened the car door for her, he knew she was nervous, so he was trying to make sure this went as smoothly as possible. He didn’t want to mess things up with her dad, he knew they were close. Just be yourself. That was what Y/N said. He just needed to do that, be himself. Y/N turned her keys in the lock and let herself in. She held the door open for Christian, but she wasn’t really paying attention to that. She had her head turned looking into the house; she needed to locate her father.
“Okay, wait here baby.” Christian nodded, he took this time alone to really admire the house. It was truly gorgeous.
Y/N walked towards the kitchen, since her father would be cooking dinner tonight, that was probably where he’d be. Y/n found him standing at the kitchen island cleaning the countertop. “Hey Dad.” She smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. “So, where’s your guy?” he asked, sort of eyeing the house looking for the mysterious man. “He’s waiting at the door.” she said shyly. “Alright, let’s go get him then.” They walked together towards the doorway, where Christian stood. Christian was turned around, now looking at the various picture frames of family photos. Family trips, graduations, sport awards, and school events alike were framed cutely along the hallway. He still hadn’t noticed the two people entering the room. He giggled at an old photo of Y/N when she was maybe 5. Y/N chuckled and he finally turned around.
“Hi, I’m Marshall.”, her father said as he extended his hand out to Christian. “Oh- uh, hey, I’m Christian. Nice to finally meet you Mr. Mathers.” Christian said as he shook hands with Marshall. “Please, just call me Marshall.”, he smiled. “Come and take a seat, I'll serve the food in a minute.” Christian nodded and followed Y/N to the dinner table and sat down. “Wait here.” Y/N said as she saw her father beckoning her to the privacy of the hallway.
“He’s cute.” Marshall said, smirking at Y/N. “Oh, shut up.” she blushed slightly. He really was. Marshall smiled at his daughter. They walked back to the dinner table and began to eat. “Mm, the food is delicious Mr. Mathers. You cooked this yourself?” Christian was filling his face with everything he could see. Y/N giggled lightly and Marshall chuckled at the sight. “Yeah, I did. Glad to know you like it.” Christian nodded since his mouth was full of garlic bread and pasta.
Y/N thought the dinner was already going great, but when her dad brought the dessert out, Christian looked like a little kid on Christmas. Marshall laughed loudly at his expression. “How are you still hungry?” Marshall asked. “I’m like a black hole, sir.” Christian said, half proudly. Y/N laughed out loud at that phrase, since it was something she always said.
Once dinner was over, Christian helped Marshall clean up the dishes and the table. They said their goodbyes (which were friendly, much to Y/N’s surprise), and were off. Well, actually, Marshall stopped Y/N before she left. “Hey, I like the kid. Make sure you make this one work.” Y/N giggled and hugged her dad goodbye. Once she hopped in the car with Christian, he started asking a lot of questions. “Do you think he liked me? Oh god, I embarrassed myself so badly with the black hole joke. I-” “Oh my gosh, Christian, shush. You did great! He really liked you…” she smiled at him. “Did he really?” Christian was beaming. “Yeah.”
I just saw this post on instagram and I really loved the 'directing' aesthetic. I was wondering if you can work it into a Em x y/n where she's hired to direct one of his music videos and they get along so well, always goofing off on set. Maybe they hang out off set too and she uses the videos she takes of him on her cell phone to use them for the video. Idk that post just gave me Em x director!y/n vibes.
synopsis: Y/N and Marshall have a cute friendship as she directs his music video
A/N: sooo I wrote this at 2 am so it might be bad (if it is i'll delete and start over I'll have to see in the morning) but I did enjoy this request! keep 'em coming. but just know there'll be more content out VERY soon!!
Y/N did not think she’d ever see herself directing a music video like this one, but, a check is a check. This video was definitely fun to film, though.
The set of Superman was quite the place to be. On the first day of filming, Y/N made her way over to the dressing people to let them know which outfit Marshall would be filming in today. That’s when she saw him. He was leaving his trailer, wearing a wife-beater and some gray sweats. She’d never seen someone like that before.
-Do I got somethin’ on my face?
-Oh, um, no, no, sorry.
-It’s aight.
He giggled a bit as he said that last part. He thought it was kind of cute how she’d get nervous around him. He knew she’d be fun to mess with as soon as he’d noticed her displeasure for social interactions.
...
Throughout the time of filming, Marshall and Y/N grew sort of close. They’d hang out in his trailer and crack jokes during filming. Especially during freaky scenes. Y/N would always make fun of him when he’d be doing those scenes, making him laugh and having to start over. The cast and crew noticed the friendship growing rapidly, but chose not to comment over it.
They’d realized they got along really well, and they enjoyed the same things. They started to hang out on and off set regularly. They even arranged pizza night where they’d go down to Y/N’s apartment and eat pizza (Marshall’s idea) and then have a spa night (Y/N’s counter idea).
Marshall hated doing face masks and hair masks but it made Y/N happy and that was all Marshall needed. He’d do a million masks if he’d see that smile once more (though he’d never admit it).
Y/N would take photos of him constantly on her digital camera and her phone. Always laughing when she saw them. She created an album with all these photos and would laugh at them next to him just to annoy him. During filming, whenever he’d look over in her direction, she’d pull up one of the photos and he’d break character.
They were truly any crew’s worst nightmare. But, they were adorable and Marshall’s friends couldn’t get enough. After so much heartache, they were just glad that he was happy again.
During the post-filming/editing process, Y/N decided to add some of the photos and videos from pizza night to the music video and thought it’d be a fun addition. You know, like a contrast; one night he’d be partying with girls all over him and then living the lazy life the next.
When they first watched the video, Marshall’s friends couldn’t stop laughing. They loved the idea and kept replaying it. Marshall acted like he wasn’t amused, but everyone could tell that he was secretly enjoying it.
It seemed like the fans enjoyed it too. Always asking who the mystery camera woman was and who was behind the voice in the video. Even during interviews, they’d ask Marshall:
-So, is the girl behind the camera your girlfriend? -I don’t know.
He said, smirking. Little did he know she sat in her bed watching that video forever trying to read between the lines and figure out if he truly likes her.
Can I request an angsty one where the reader and Marshall/Em/Slim (whichever you prefer) they have an argument and at one point he tells her he doesn't need her, he can have whoever he wants and they won't complain about anything like she does. And obviously she feels hurt bc it's always been an insecurity of hers that he could have anyone. And he just confirmed her fear. Hopefully with a happy ending tho🙏🏻❤️ please and thank you! Sorry it's so long lol.
needed - eminem
fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers
masterlist
synopsis: Marshall says he doesn't need her, but what does he do when he doesn't have her?
warnings: cursing, drinking
A/N: loved this request! very fun to write. if you guys want anything written, my asks are open. hope you enjoy!
-Fuck you!
-Oh, piss off!
Shouts could be heard from the Mathers residence that night. Y/N and Marshall were arguing over something stupid, again. They seemed to be having these arguments more and more often these days. This time, however, they were arguing over Marshall’s lack of communication. He’d have a bad day, be rude to Y/N, and when she’d ask what was wrong he’d blow up at her without telling her what bothered him. Today it seemed like he’d had an extra bad day.
…
He got home from the studio later than usual. Y/N was reasonably worried, and when she called, he wouldn’t answer. So, once he got home, she asked him a ton of questions; questions like “where were you?” “what happened?” “are you alright?”. This angered him to no end since he hates explaining himself to people.
He refused to answer questions. Y/N knew he’d probably just had a rough day so she decided to make him his favorite home-cooked meal and some hot cocoa and treat him to a lovely night at home. But, when she brought him his food and drink, he just told her he wasn’t hungry, even after seeing all the effort she was putting in for him.
That’s when something inside of her just snapped. She set the plate and mug on the table fecklessly, spilling some cocoa in the process. Marshall seemed a bit startled, knowing Y/N doesn’t usually throw fits like this and she usually keeps her temper in check.
-God, Marsh! Would it kill you to at least give me a thank you? I’ve tried so hard to find out what’s wrong, and you won’t tell me! What happened to me being your #1 and your best friend? And come on! Look at this meal I made for you! Can’t you see how badly I want you to let me help you?
-Fuck! I’m sorry I’m not living up to your boyfriend standards, Y/N! But, clearly, I had a rough day so just drop it!
-You know what Marshall? I have bad days too! But you don’t see me bitching about it and acting like a little kid every time something doesn’t go my way! And even when I do feel upset, I tell you what’s wrong! Because I actually care about your feelings and I wouldn’t want you to worry!
- Oh, so, now I don’t care?! All I ever do is care about you Y/N! I write songs about you, I buy you everything you look at to make you happy, not to mention I make you feel pretty damn good!
- It’s not about that Marsh! God, are you even listening to me?! I don’t care that you’re upset, or that you’re in a bad mood or feeling mean; I just want you to tell me! I want you to communicate with me! I want us to work through our problems calmly, without me having to shout to get your attention!
-You always say that, but you never actually do it! Whenever you’re upset you just stay quiet! So don’t go telling me how to deal with my problems because you sure as hell don’t know how to deal with yours!
-Fuck you!
-Oh, piss off!
-Fuck, Marsh! This isn’t about me! We can work through what I do, but you seriously need to stop!
-Stop it, Y/N! Stop already! If everything I do is so terrible and wrong, then why not just break up with me already?
-Because I love you! I care so much about you and I just wish you could see it.
-You’re just saying that because you know I don’t need your ass. You know I can get with whoever the hell I want and they won't criticize me or complain about everything I do half as much as you do!
Y/N stayed silent for a bit. Her heart dropped and she could feel the lump develop in her throat. All this time she was with Marshall, she’d had her insecurities. But, he helped her work through them slowly. He helped her make sure she knew he’d never hurt her like that.
But, now, all that hard work was out the window. With those simple words. The tears began to prick her eyes and she looked down at the floor to try and conceal it. She felt like a little girl being yelled at. She felt helpless, and small. The man who was supposed to love her the most, to protect her, had failed her. He made her feel alone.
Marshall instantly felt a wave of regret wash over him. He felt it surge from his mind up to the tips of his ears down to the points of his toes. He looked at the girl he loves, knowing how badly he just hurt her. He opened his mouth to apologize, knowing he’d gone too far and he didn’t mean it; but, before he could, she had walked past him and into their bedroom. He quickly turned on his heels to follow her.
Y/N was grabbing a few of her things: a hoodie, her phone charger, some gum, her earbuds, and some shoes. He once again tried to apologize but she wouldn’t hear it. He followed her all the way down to the garage and watched as she hopped in her car and sped off. He wasn’t sure where she was going, and, to be honest, neither was she.
She hated herself for complaining and she hated him for being so mean to her. But, deep down, she knew she loved him more than anything and everything. She gripped her steering wheel harder, and turned up the volume of the song she was listening to.
She pulled into the parking lot for some random bar she heard of from one of her friends. Her friend said it was the best place to go if you’re feeling sad or having a rough night.
When she walked in, the bar looked exactly how she felt. It was dimly lit, the room reeking of alcohol and cigarette smoke. There were barely enough people to call a crowd in there, all sitting far apart with a drink in hand. Everyone looked glum in there, so she’d blend right in. She sat at the bar and ordered herself a few shots of rum. She downed them quickly, not feeling much different. She then ordered herself a vodka, which she kept refilling until the bartender just gave her the bottle.
She kept feeling her phone buzz in her pocket. She assumed it was Marshall. She didn’t really want to respond, but she still looked, just in case. It was actually a text from her best friend asking what happened. Of course. Marshall texted her friend to see if Y/N was okay (since she usually goes to her best friend in times of need). Y/N decided not to answer, she was in more of a “fuck the world” kind of mood.
She set her phone down on the counter, finally feeling the effects of the alcohol. She wasn’t sure how she was going to get home or if she was going to get home at all. Before she could continue that thought, she saw a series of texts, making her phone buzz repeatedly.
The contact name read “marsh :)”. She truly didn’t want to speak to him at the moment. She wasn’t sure why what he said affected her this way, but it did, and he knew that. She knew she was probably just being sensitive, but she couldn’t help but feel attacked.
She looked at her phone again and saw Marshall’s concerned text chain.
“hello?”
“babyyy??”
“look baby i’m so sorry i know i messed up big time. please call me back so i can fix this.”
She didn’t bother reading the rest. She got more texts from him and her best friend. They seemed really concerned now. It was unlike Y/N, not answering the phone. It was cold, far too cold for someone of her character. However, Y/N wasn’t in the mood or the headspace to care about her character. She was too busy trying to keep her head upright as her vision blurred a bit from the effects of the white russian she was creating in her stomach at the moment. From that point forward, she couldn’t really recollect anything that had happened. The next thing she knew, she felt a pair of strong arms lifting her up by the waist and into their arms bridal-style.
…
The next day, Y/N woke up in her bed alongside a snoring Marshall that had his arms wrapped around her tightly. She slowly shimmied out of his embrace, head beginning to pound when she stood up. She went downstairs and sat at the kitchen table with a small tonic for hangovers in hand.
As she was washing the cup she was just using, Y/N heard a set of booming footsteps as they pounded against the wooden staircase. She turned around to look at Marshall. He looked incredible. His hair was a bit tousled and his eyes and lips were puffy. He came down and approached her without a second thought. The first thing he did was put his lips against hers. The kiss was warm, brilliant.
Y/N crumpled under his touch. He pulled back and smiled slightly at her. His heart grew seeing her in front of him. He smiled even wider when he saw her smile back; however, he knew he wasn’t forgiven just yet.
-Wait, look, I gotcha something.
He quickly walked into the living room and grabbed a small box and turned to the kitchen.
-I bought this a while ago. I wanted to give it to you somewhere better but this seemed like the right time.
Y/N opened the little box gingerly, a little nervous to see its contents. Her jaw dropped a tad when she saw it.
A small ring, diamond encrusted and the exact type of metal she wears. It was perfectly tailored to her tastes. She looked up at him, eyebrow slightly raised.
-It’s a promise ring. I know what I said last night was fucked up but I didn’t mean it at all. I love you more than anything and you know that. I could never be with anyone else knowing that you’re out there in the world.
He took the ring out of the box and secured it onto her finger. He then kissed her hand softly. She smiled taking in the view.
Then, she knew, more than anything, that she was truly loved.
synopsis: y/n finally meets Lily after Rabbit decides they're ready.
warnings: cursing, mention of sexual actions
A/N: hope y'all enjoy! if y'all have more prompts, share!
Y/N sat in bed, reading her newly-found favorite magazine. As she turned the page, she felt a buzz under her leg. She sat up, searching for her phone (which she'd presumed had made the buzzing). She opened it to find a text from none other than her beloved boyfriend, Jimmy.
"Hey baby. Can you call right now?"
She had to admit, she was a little surprised. This was supposed to be his break time, during which he never called. She texted back quickly, wondering what could possibly warrant a call during his beloved 20 minutes of break.
"yeah. what's up?"
Y/N started to grow anxious. Why is he calling? Did he want to break up with her? Did he do something he shouldn't have? Did she do something to upset him?
Before she could finish her thoughts, her phone rang. Caller ID: jimmy :)
She answered by the second ring.
-Hey! What's up Jimmy? Why'd you call?
Jimmy smiled behind the phone. He was glad he was doing this.
-Hey baby. Just wanted to know if you could come by my place today and sleep over.
-Yeah, I can come by soon. Who's your sister staying with?
Every time she'd come by Jimmy's house, it was for a quick fuck or to hang out for a few hours. And Lily was never home during these sessions. Jimmy didn't want Y/N meeting her and Lily getting attached without knowing that Y/N was trustworthy.
But, by now, he knew she was ready to meet Y/N and Y/N was ready to meet her.
-Actually, I was hoping if you'd want to meet her today. I think it's time.
Y/N was basically jumping up and down with joy when she'd heard this. But she had to keep her cool.
-Uh, yeah. Yeah, I can come by and meet Lily for the first time.
When Y/N approached Jimmy's door, her legs began to shake a bit. Whatever Lily thinks of her could make or break her relationship with Jimmy; plus, she wasn't a huge fan of the idea of her boyfriend's little sister hating her.
Jimmy heard rapping at the door and stood up quickly. He'd already told Lily she was going to be meeting his girlfriend today; she seemed quite calm about it. To be honest, she was more calm than he was. He was praying to every god known to man that they'd get along. He opened the door and saw Y/N standing there with her duffel in hand and some snacks to share.
He smiled and let her in and called Lily into the room to say hi. Y/N was a bit tense, but it was now more out of excitement than anxiety. She looked to the doorway and saw a timid little thing with bright blonde hair staggering over to the couch.
-Hi, you're Lily right?
Y/N immediately softened her voice when she spoke to Lily. She seemed so sweet and quiet, Y/N knew immediately that they were going to get along just fine.
Lily nodded and looked her in the eyes. She then shifted her eyes to look at Jimmy behind Y/N. Jimmy smiled to try and reassure her.
-Y-Yeah. You're Y/N... right?
Y/N's heart broke at seeing Lily's reluctance to show her true self around people.
-Yeah! Say, Lily, what do you like to do in your free time?
-I like to watch cartoons and draw...
-Hey, me too! You wanna go do that now?
Lily nodded and a big grin began to crawl up her face. Jimmy smiled and sighed in relief knowing that everything was going to be okay.
Lily was in bed, probably dreaming of unicorns and princesses. Jimmy held Y/N close in his arms while they laid in bed, staring at the ceiling.
-She really likes you, you know?
Jimmy asked, smiling at the memory of Lily telling him how awesome Y/N was.
-I'm glad. I really like her too. You know, when you asked me over, I thought you were wanting to do something else.
Y/N said, slightly smirking. Jimmy chuckled and playfully slapped her on the shoulder.
-You wish that's what we were doing.
-Nah. Meeting Lily was better.
They both giggled, feeling content. Then, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Hii, if your requests are still open could you please do romantic fluff with Severus Snape x professor reader, who shows affection like a crow by giving him random little trinkets? And one day knits him a personalized house scarf in darker colors so it fits his wardrobe, I think that would be really cute. Gender neutral please.
severus snape - gift giving
gender neutral!y/n x Severus Snape
masterlist
synopsis: Y/N likes giving Severus cute gifts and trinkets.
warnings: none
A/N: I'm not too good at writing gender neutral. This is pretty short... Hope you like this!
Y/N awoke that morning in the mood for a walk. It was still quite early; the sun had not risen at the time. Their walk was peaceful. They walked through the trees and grass, near the lake, around the castle, anywhere where there weren't any students, really. Through their final lap of the border of the forbidden forest, Y/N noticed a pretty rock near a bush. They thought of Severus, their loyal and reserved companion. The rock had a slight shade of green they knew he’d like, so they picked it up quickly and rushed back to the castle where Severus was likely wandering.
Y/N enjoyed gift giving; in moments where they couldn’t express their affection in words, they found themself giving those they loved small gifts and trinkets. Things like small rocks or jewelry, maybe a pretty plant.
Severus would never fully admit it, but he adored every gift he’d received from Y/N. He kept everything they gave him in a small box in a cabinet near his bed. Every so often, he’d open it up and simply look through it, admiring the thoughtfulness and personality behind everything Y/N gave him.
When Severus received the rock in a small envelope that afternoon, he’d smile. He saw how Y/N thought of him when they saw the pretty rock with tinges of green in it. He put the rock in his box, a new member to the small collection he’d created.
A few days later, Y/N somehow found themself learning how to knit with Minerva, an unlikely friend but still a good one. Minerva taught Y/N the basics—how to make a scarf, then later a hat.
Y/N was excited to use these new skills and put them to the test. They began working on a new scarf, a black and green one (colors known to be Severus’s favorites).
By the fifth hour, Y/N had finished the scarf. It looked quite good, they decided.
That night, when Y/N met with Severus, they handed him the scarf. He looked a little surprised, not knowing that Y/N knew how to knit. He smiled slightly, muttering a quick compliment before putting it on. He looked delighted (under his usual frown). He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, he was pulled away by Dumbledore; however, he was able to mouth a quick “thank you” towards Y/N before leaving.
ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!!! ANYWAY, I'M JUST HERE TO SAY MY THANKS CUZ I'M GLAD SOMEONE ELSE IS WILLING TO WRITE FOR EMINEM 👀, back to my real intention (hehe), may i request (if you're open, if not you can discard this request) an f!reader with 90's marshall an age-gap around 1-2 or no age-gap, your choice, and the reader was just having an amazingly bad day, while her boyfriend just ruins it even more for her. after their biggest ever argument, reader just ends up wanting to break up with him, in which he agreed and she just stormed off somewhere private and dark but calm for her to listen to music and cry, but then there's marshall spotting her in the corner all by herself. and him, as her best friend, of course wouldn't let the little lady be alone. n then she just kind of started aggresive at first, but moves on to give up and cry while cuddling marshall after a bit more of interacting with the silly blonde guy. he always have great advices for cases involving love, especially for reader, but when it comes to him actually falling for reader? now that's a special case. he'd sometimes give an obvious advice that led to giving hint that he wants reader be with him. (ex: "maybe u can date someone blonde hotter than him." something like that) YOU GET ME YOU GET ME????????? SPECIAL SONG INSPIRATIONAL: TREAT YOU BETTER 🔥🔥🔥🕶️🕶️ ANYWAY, THAT'S ALL OF MY PROMPT, THE REST IS UP TO U, EITHER ENDS UP WITH SMUT OR FLUFFFF 🤭
eminem - friends to lovers
fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers
masterlist
synopsis: Y/N and Marshall are best friends. Y/N goes through a rough breakup; and her best friend is there to help her.
warnings: cursing, smoking
A/N: first request! I hope you like it. if there's any feedback you have let me know!
Y/N pulled into her driveway, sighing after a long day's work. She’d had a terrible day, truly one of her worst. She’d requested a raise from her boss, which she was denied; later, she spilled coffee all over herself and her car on her lunch break. She’d botched her presentation and possibly lost the deal of a lifetime. Her coworkers seemed to be extra annoying, and most of all, her boyfriend, Jack, couldn’t let her relax for one day. She’d received the seventh passive aggressive text from him just as she was turning the key to her front door.
“Why haven’t you gone for groceries yet? I thought you were going to get me my favorite sour candies.“
At this point in her day, she just needed some peace. Maybe a facemask, some ice cream, and a movie. However, just as she’s setting her bag down on her desk, she hears an irritated sigh behind her. She turns to look at him, displeased as ever.
-Why are you being so bitchy today? All I asked for were my sour candies.
She felt a surge of rage through her body. How dare he call her that?
-Bitchy? What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve clearly had a rough day, so can you just lay off my ass and let me relax for a bit?
-Why the hell do you need to relax?! All you do is bitch about your job and sit on your ass all day doing nothing and making jack shit!
He’d begun to scream in her face. At this rate, it’d take only one more syllable out of his mouth to make her go catatonic.
-At least I have a job! And I’m not just some squatter mooching off his girlfriend and sucking the life out of her!
She knew she’d struck a nerve. He’d recently lost his job—one that he’d really loved. She saw his face contort from rage to hurt to a mix of both.
-Is that how you really feel? Fine! Then I’ll go and suck the life out of someone else since I’m such an inconvenience to your life!
-Yeah! You should! Get the hell out, Jack! And take your shit with you!
He’d looked a bit shocked. By the end of the night, he’d been packed up and moved out. Y/N sat down on her couch and popped open a bottle of vodka. She decided to text her best friend in search of some comfort. He’d texted back almost immediately.
“I’m sorry to hear that you guys broke up. If you want, I can come over and bring your favorite chocolates and stuff.”
She’d smiled at the message. She told him to come over as quickly as possible. When she put her phone down, the feeling of grief hit her like a truck. It washed over her, covering her from head to toe. She felt the tears flow down her cheeks freely. She suddenly wanted to sink into the couch and not come back out. She didn’t regret her decision, but she’d certainly mourn the loss of a loving figure in her life.
Just as she began to allow her thoughts to wander, she heard a knock at her front door. She opened it and saw her bleach-blonde best friend. He had a wide grin on his face as he held up the Walmart bag full of snacks and skincare. They were watching a movie, a random one; at least, to Y/N. She couldn’t pay attention; she was too busy thinking about her breakup and the thousand other things overwhelming her at the moment. She’d excused herself, telling him she was going to the bathroom. Instead, she decided to go to her spot. In her backyard, there was a small hill. On the other end, there was a pond with ducks and trees, and she always had it to herself. She sat down near the pond, pulling a cigarette out of her pocket. She lit it and inhaled.
Just as she was about to light her second cigarette, she heard footsteps behind her.
-Hey.
-Hi.
-You feelin’ okay?
He asked as he took the cigarette out of her hands and hit some himself.
-Kind of. I just don’t really know what I’m feeling. I’m not regretting it, but I’m sad.
-I get it. But the best way to get over things is to move on. Don’t keep thinkin’ about that shit, or you’ll get caught up in it and things’ll get worse.
She realized he’d been right (like always). He looked up at her with hopeful eyes.
-Let’s go back inside and just chill, yeah?
-Alright.
She laid down in her bed, Marshall quickly following suit. She looked around her room, beginning to think about the weight of what just happened. She felt the tears pricking her eyes again. Marshall felt her tremble and heard a sniffle, so he just held her close and whispered reassuring words to her as he stroked her hair.
-Look, you don’t need a guy like that.
They both sit up.
-Oh, yeah? And what kind of guy do I need?
She asked, keeping up the silly banter their friendship always maintained.
-I don’t know—maybe a hot blonde guy that actually cares.
She giggled and hit him on the shoulder; she thought he was joking, until she looked him in the eye. She saw that he meant it. Y/N froze for a second; did she really want her best friend? Did he really want her? She didn’t really have time to answer since he’d already had his hands pulling the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss...
hi! this is my masterlist for whatever I write on here. once I publish something, it'll be added to this list, so stay tuned! here's a bit of a key so you know what i'm doing!
