#there's parking and then lunch and then museums and then parking again and then dinner and then there's the $80 parking violation tick-

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“museum” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 542 words

 

Part 2 of “flawed” microfic for those that requested!!

“French food, crème brûlée, the museum, ice-cream, tapas and the stars.”  

James once again finds Regulus in the library and sits down across from him.

“What?” Regulus questions the random string of words.

“Those are the reasons you should let me take you on a date.” James says trying to sound confident.

“There’s not much info in that list, now is there?” Regulus tells him.

“Well, you didn’t let me explain, now did you?” James fires back but immediately recoils when Regulus shoots him a glare. 

James is silent for a long moment, so Regulus prompts him to continue.

“So…?”

“Oh, right, so, I thought we could start with lunch at that fancy new French restaurant. And I know lunch may not seem as good as dinner, but I know you like to have a bigger meal for lunch and something smaller for dinner. And you love French food, but only when it’s really good, and based on my research this place is already getting rave reviews. And I hear the crème brûlée is to die for and that’s your favorite dessert.”

Regulus hums, doing his best to look uninterested while trying to keep his heart from beating right out of his chest. James did research? On things he knows Regulus likes? He tamps down a smile and urges James to continue.

“After lunch, I thought we could go to the art museum. And I know you’re a member and have been there countless times. But I also know you like to show people your favorite paintings and exhibits. And I love how passionate you get about the things you like, and I want to learn and listen and be able to appreciate the art like you do. And that will probably take more than one day, so I’m also trying to ensure more dates in the future. Plus, you have a beautiful voice that I could listen to for hours… Okay, the museum is starting to sound like it’s more for me, but I swear it’s for you.”

Regulus raises an eyebrow with what he hopes is a blank stare. He would go to that museum everyday if he could. And James wants to go with him? And learn about his passions? And listen to him talk endlessly about art? Regulus is trying very hard not to swoon.    

“After the museum, it’ll depend what time it is, I thought maybe we could get ice-cream and walk around town a bit. Or if it’s late enough, there’s this really amazing tapas place that I think would be perfect for dinner. Amazing food, but not too much. Then I’d love to walk you home through the park so we can look at the stars.”

James finishes and Regulus just stares at him. He’s not sure what would come out if he opens his mouth, but it would most certainly be undignified, so he remains silent.

“That’s it… That’s the date… or, well, the reasons I think you’d like to go on a date with me.” James says nervously.

Regulus says nothing, just packs up his books and stands to leave, stopping beside James on his way out.

“I’ll think about it.” And try as he might, he wasn’t able to hide his smile from James any longer. 

[globalrebrand]

(DILF and DILF in Spirit) Romance Headcanons

Eric Venue and Divus Crewel!

Warnings: Not Sfw, fluff

Some insight into how these two very sexy men view love and intimacy.

Eric Venue

Background/General

Has been out of the dating game since he had Vil. Sure Eric had the occasional and extremely discreet fling, but certainly not a serious partner. He's very much so of the mindset that he would only introduce a lover to Vil if he's sure they have a future together and definitely not until his son is completely independent

And of course Vil's approval is really make or break in the whole situation. Admittedly Eric is really apprehensive about introducing Vil to his partner because he's terrified that he'll come to like you and even love you and Vil won't approve and then it would have to be over. He takes his responsibilities as a parent very very seriously.

Eric wants a partner who is mature and patient, but also warm and lively. Someone who understands where he is in life and is maybe in a similar position, successful, ambitious etc, but has a good sense of balance between work and play.

Definitely doesn't have a fixation on dating younger people, maybe someone 30 at the youngest, since he's likely in his early to mid 40s.

And while he's totally comfortable with a partner who doesn't want kids, Eric wouldn't mind having another child or two and getting to do the family thing again. Vil grew up far too fast for his liking and he's just sure Vil would be a great older brother!

Eric is very future oriented. Casual relationships don't look good to the press so he avoids them, so if he's dating you its because he can imagine marriage and would like to take your relationship to the next level in due time.

Dates/Activities

Eric will suggest late night dinners at the most luxurious establishments, renting a museum for a few hours after close so you two can have the galleries to yourselves, VIP tickets to concerts, whatever indulgent experience you could want, but he would be just as happy with a casual lunch or walk in the park. It's just that because of his celebrity status those things aren't as easy as they seem.

Movie nights are a big deal in the Schoenheit household, and Eric takes them very seriously. He wouldn't be the level of star that he is without a deep and profound love of film. Don't fall asleep when he shows you one his favorites, but please cuddle up to him. It's been so long since he's experienced physical intimacy like this.

He's very demonstrative in public, nothing that could be considered remotely indecent but he will hold your hand, keep his arm around your waist, kiss your lips, cheeks, nose whatever he can reach. Eric is just so happy to have someone he's so excited about.

When he does decide to introduce you to the public as his partner it's likely when an engagement is already on the table. Paparazzi will have a field day with catching the two of you out getting ice cream and being sweetly sidled up next to each other. Or having a riveting conversation over a candlelit dinner. They'll aspire to catch you doing more provocative things as well, but Eric is incredibly mindful of his public reputation so any remotely lewd activity has to be done far from prying eyes.

Sex/Intimacy (not sfw)

Eric wants to be spoiled. He works tirelessly on producing new projects, acting and being an involved father, having a partner who is happy to be in control from time to time would make him so happy.

He's as generous in the bedroom as he is in daily life (distinctly not in his role as a producer) so he'll be happy to return whatever pleasure you bestow upon him. Eric also likes to be told what to do. He's too old to guess what you want, clear communication in the bedroom his endlessly sexy to him. You want him to massage you? Done. You want to sit on his face? Have a seat. You want to ride him? Make yourself at home. You want him to hit it from the back? Of course. He'll happily do it, you just needed to ask.

However he does love to be worshiped, by his partner. Kiss every inch of his skin, caress his muscles, tell him he's sexy, it drives him crazy. Of course he hears those things all the time from his fans and admirers, but Eric is reasonably humble and takes all of the fan appreciation with a grain of salt. Hearing that he's wonderful and sexy from someone who actually knows him is infinitely more gratifying.

Use him, seven please. Take whatever pleasure you want from him, it makes him so happy to know that he can please someone so throughly. Tell him how good he's making your feel, how much you love feeling him inside you. He wants you to ride him into the sunset really. He works so hard, he deserves to have someone else call the shots. But nothing too rough or intense, his face and body are important assets after all.

Eric loves to see his partner in lingerie being catered to by sexy person in pretty pastel lace is all he wants, so please make his dreams a reality. He's not too hard to please in this regard just make sure it comes from somewhere nice and please don't forget things like garter belts and stockings.

Divus Crewel

Background/General

Divus is stubborn and has problems relinquishing control in a relationship. In theory he wants his equal but he is apprehensive about dating a partner who doesn't depend on him because in that scenario he can't be fully confident that they would obey him completely. Of course he outgrows this need for strict control over his partner, but his initial impulse is to find someone obedient, but he gets frustrated because also finds an obedient partner super boring and gravitates to more established independent people.

Once Divus finds his match, someone, strong, self-reliant confident and unwilling to be dominated by him, but rather challenges him and helps him grow into a more flexible and tolerant individual he'll be absolutely smitten.

Divus needs to be impressed by his partner, not because they're perfect, but because he provides a lot of respect towards the people he admires. In past relationships he the only things be admired about his partner was their ability to listen to his instructions, but not their ability to think for themselves which ultimately made him not respect them.

But Crewel does best with a partner who doesn't directly challenge him, like he doesn't want someone confrontational or intense in the same way he is. Someone who can ask good reflective questions, provide wisdom and make him feel seen is the kind of partner who will have the greatest impact on him.

Dates/Activities

Let him take you shopping please. It will be an all day activity, while clothing, shoes and accessories are naturally his favorite things to shop for he's happy to tag along if you need furniture, appliances etc., really whatever you need Crewel is eager to look with you and make sure you only purchase the best of the best. Divus is indulgent but not frivolous.

Concerts, museums etc. Divus is connoisseur of manner of fine arts, but don't let his fastidious nature fool you. He's just as happy at a rock concert as he is a symphony concerto.

Whatever the Twisted Wonderland equivalent of Formula One is, Divus is a huge fan, beautiful cars racing and maneuvering. You will definitely have to come with him to races on occasion. Don't worry you'll have the most luxurious seats he can buy, don't fret.

If you're a dog person/dog owner then there will be many dog adjacent dates, going to a dog friendly brewery? A day at the dog beach? A hike with the pups? The possibilities are endless.

When you two get serious weekend trips become one of Divus’ favorite things to do with you. Spending a brief stint in a new locale just enough time to explore but not enough to get bored is his ideal way to spend a weekend. If it’s a dog friendly trip, even better!

Sex/Intimacy (not sfw)

He's learning how to be more giving. He certainly doesn't hate reciprocating but he needs to fight himself on the idea that his lover needs to earn their pleasure vs. he should just give it to them freely.

And you do deserve it, he is just used to some intense power play dynamics where he's unilaterally on top and in control. And Crewel finds that the more he likes you, the less he wants to degrade you. Good puppies to deserve pets and treats, in moderation of course so they don't become too spoiled but he can't help but want to spoil you from time to time.

If you happen to be a generous giver it will in turn make Crewel more eager to give. He certainly enjoys to be spoiled and he does indeed believe that he's worthy of your worship. He should certainly incentivize you.

Through his partner he learns that he's ok with not always being in control, especially if you lavish him with praise. And it's important to make the distinction that the praise can't be basic or low effort. Really tell him what you admire about him and he'll be good at returning the favor.

He will like a little bit of bondage on your end, and he's not opposed to trying it but be forewarned he will be an absolute brat about it.

Divus gets very turned on my really nice lingerie, but absolutely turned off by cheap shit. Do not pull up in a tacky or overly vulgar set, he'd honestly tell you that you look like a hooker and that the attire was beneath you.

Shopping for lingerie is like foreplay to him, having you try on set after set, really gets him going. Fun tip, if you match your jewelry to your lingerie he'll go absolutely feral.

He's going to want to spank you from time to time. Not necessarily because you did anything wrong, though that does happen. Often it'll be a way of relieving stress if you'll allow him to.

He’s still a dom, but what he enjoys about domination shifts, he used to really like the control aspect but now he’s a big fan of the fact you trust him so much to let him have his way with your body.

[bluejutdae]

• Stray Kids as types of Boyfriends | OT8

Chan the type of boyfriend who wakes you up with tender kisses and cuddles, who holds you tight at night, who takes you out on night dates and races you along the street. The type of boyfriend who loves to leave hidden love bites and other marks, so he can come back to them when he sees you again, following them one by one like a map. The type of boyfriend who loves to whisper filthy things in your ear, blushing so hard because he’s embarrassed but being so much more turned on by the way you react to his words.

Minho the type of boyfriend who forgets to answer you texts if he knows it wont upset you but the moment you don't answer one of his silly memes, he calls you and pretends he's mad at you, while he's actually worried something bad happened to you. The type of boyfriend who insists on driving you home, even if you are at his place, because he'd hate to know you're alone at night. The type of boyfriend who sneaks his hands under your shirt even when you're around people, too famish to wait.

Changbin the type of boyfriend who asks you to go to the gym with him so he can show off his muscles in front of you, who buys you lunch after and watches you eat with a smile on his lips. The types of boyfriend who insists on buying you clothes, feigning it's for you while he actually loves getting you in clothes he thinks you look sexy in. The type of boyfriend who pushes you into a changing room and kisses you breathless, hands roaming under your clothes because he got too hot and bothered to wait for you to go home. The type of boyfriend who whines in your ear and begs for you to let him touch you, knowing people could hear you.

Hyunjin the type of boyfriend who loves to drag you with him to museum dates, who loves to tell you the story behind every painting and every statue. The type of boyfriend who holds your hand and doesn’t want to let go, who smiles softly at you and loves to hide his face in the crook of your neck and breathe in your scent. The type of boyfriend who hides behind a tree in the park to kiss you, leaving you breathless and doesn’t stop until you’re both too riled up to be out in public.

Jisung the type of boyfriend who brags about you anytime he can, who’s borderline annoying with it. The type of boyfriend who loves to plan hyper-romantic dates: flowers and chocolate, dinner in a fancy restaurant and expensive gifts; but who also loves to take you out on impromptu dates to noraebangs, where you can sing in a silly way, laughing and kissing. The type of boyfriend who drags into his room and as soon as the door is closed, he shoves you into it and kisses you senseless, whispering how hot you are and how much he wants you…

Felix the type of boyfriend who loves to bake with you, it doesn’t matter if you’re good at it or not, who picks a playlist and a recipe and it’s the perfect date. The type of boyfriend who everyone thinks he’s just a sweet, tranquil guy but who’s actually a horny menace who keeps casually pressing his boner on your ass while you’re baking, casually spilling melted chocolate on your shirt so he has an excuse to take it off. The type of boyfriend who smears the same chocolate on your chest and bends down to lick you clean with a smirk on his face.

Seungmin the type of boyfriend who likes to leave you your space, trying not to bother you too much when you’re busy, who most often than not asks if he can call you or you’re busy. The type of boyfriend who always, always covers you with a blanket, not because you’re wearing a short skirt, but because he genuinely doesn’t want you to be cold. The type of boyfriend who loves when you steal his hoodies and sweaters, but who loves even more when you only wears them, so he can have easy access to your hips and your chest and you ass, so he can grope you a little and bites your neck, hoping he’s leaving marks who’ll show everyone you’re taken.

Jeongin the type of boyfriend who is unsure how much too much holding hands is too much, who’s still insecure in public displays of affection, so most of the times he refrains himself. The type of boyfriend who does a completely 180 the moment you’re alone, hands never leaving your skin and his tongue everywhere. The type of boyfriend who plants you on his lap during movie night, your legs kept open by his and his hands roaming and grabbing and squeezing non-stop, preventing you from actually watching the movie.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Book Club - Pt3

Part 1 Part 2

modern!aemond x fem!reader

Summary: You both get clarification about what’s going on between both of you. You both host a dinner for unexpected guests. 

Warnings: 18+ swearing, fingering, handjob, p in v, unprotected

Authors Note: what the FUCK i’m so soft for this man rn 😩

Word Count: 5.2k

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Last Week 

“Do you want to date? Go on a date? With me? Or am I reading too much into this?” Aemond gestures between us. “Is there a this? Us?” his cheeks are bright red as he looks anywhere but at me. 

“Yes?” I tilt my head trying to hide my amusement and confusion. “I want to date and go on a date? Or?” his eye looks over me searching. 

“You do?” I nod my head. “You want to date me?” he asks again. 

“I would like to date you, Aemond.” his cheeks flush anew. 

“And you want to go on a date with me?” he waits for my answer. 

“I would like that very much.” a smile spreads across my face as I nod. 

“Okay.” he nods looking at me. I chuckle and walk over to him before pulling him down into a soft kiss. “You’re sure you want to?” he pulls back. “Not just because you feel bad? Or obligated?” he looks down at me. 

“I’m positive.” I cup his face with both of my hands, nodding my head. He pulls me into a tight hug and I hold him tightly in return. 

Present 

Aemond has stayed very secretive as to where he’s taking me. I’ve guessed plenty of things and he’s given nothing away, always shaking his head or chuckling. Even as we’re in the car on the way there he won’t give any clues. I squeeze his hand in frustration and he just places a kiss on it and keeps quiet with a smirk. 

“You’ll know soon enough.” he chuckles as he parks the car. We walk up the stairs and into the lobby of a museum. 

“This is actually perfect.” I look up at him. It's midweek so it’s not too crowded and we can walk around leisurely. 

“You think?” he looks down at me with relief. 

“Absolutely.” I pull him up to the counter. We walk through with tickets and make our way to the first exhibit. I slip my hand into his and he turns to me and smiles. We silently look through the exhibit holding close to one another and reading the small plaques. We make our way to the next portion with no rush. 

“You’re sure it’s not too boring?” he chews his lip. 

“I don’t think so.” I reassure him. 

“You’re not just saying that?” he stops us to look down at me. 

“Aem,” I chuckle. “There’s literally no other place I’d rather be than right here with you.” he relaxes and places a soft kiss on my forehead. 

“Thank you. I’m sorry.” his lips linger before he pulls back. 

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” I hum brushing his cheek before leading us over to the next display. We continue to walk around the museum in no rush and point out things to each other. After a couple hours of trailing around the building we make our way back to his car. 

“I’d like to take you out to lunch.” he hums from the driver's side. 

“You mean you’re not going to cook for us?” I gasp and he turns to me with red cheeks. 

“I can if that’s what you would prefer?” he chews on his lip. 

“I was joking.” I lean across and kiss him. “I’ll be happy wherever you take me.” I hum and kiss him once more before settling back into my seat. He drives us to a local cafe and we step inside hand in hand. We’re seated by the windows and I look across at him and smile. 

“I’m really happy you enjoyed today.” he hums admiring me. 

“I enjoy all of my time with you.” I watch his neck flush at my words. 

“There’s also some book stores on this road if you want to go check them out after?” he chews on his lip. 

“I would like that.” he smiles and our waitress comes and drops off our food and drinks. We eat in a comfortable silence and offer each other tastes of our foods. We finish up and slip back out onto the street. We slow to a languid pace and he slips his fingers into mine. 

“After you.” Aemond holds the door open for me and follows me into the used bookstore. We walk around the aisles stealing kisses from one another with red cheeks. 

“Let’s pick out books for each other.” I turn to him enthusiastically. 

“Any kind?” he tilts his head with a smile. I nod and we separate. I start off in the romance section and find a couple of books that would turn his face red but continue looking. I end in the thriller section and find a book I would be interested in hearing about and pick this one for him. I search around the store for him and sneak up behind him. 

“Did you find one?” I ask from behind him and he turns with a smirk. 

“I did. What about you?” he looks at my hands. 

“I’m excited to hear about this. I may read it for myself after if it’s good.” I hand him the book I picked out. He hands me my book and I look over the back reading the synopsis. “This sounds good too.” I look up at him. 

“Want to go back to mine and read?” he grabs my book and brings us to the counter. 

“I would love that.” I lean into his side as he buys our books. 

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Aem: A package was delivered with your name on it to my house?

Y/n: I ordered you something. I forgot to say something 🤭 You can open it if you want. 

Aem: I’ll wait until you come over later. I don’t know why you’ve gotten me another gift. 

Y/n: Because I can and I like to watch you blush when you open them. 

Aem: 🙄

Y/n: You finally used an emoji!!!!!!!!!!! 

Aem: I guess you’re rubbing off on me. 

Y/n: Of course, I know how much you love when I rub against you. 

Aem: I will see you later. 🫣 

Y/n: 😘 

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“How was work?” I reach up and place a soft kiss on his lips as I walk through his front door. 

“It was alright. My mother was questioning me all day about you.” I tilt my head at his words. 

“You told her about me?” I raise an eyebrow. 

“She stopped over and saw your package. She wants to meet you very badly.” he chews on his lip. 

“And what did you say to her?” I look up at him with a soft smile.

“That I would ask you first.” he brushes his knuckles against my cheek. 

“Do you want to introduce me to her?” I nibble my lip. 

“I think she would adore you.” he nods. “But I don’t want to pressure you into anything.” 

“What did you tell her about me?” I walk closer to him. 

“That you’re so very sweet to me and that we read books together. That you help me with dishes.” he cups my cheeks. “That you kiss my face and call me handsome and beautiful.” he places a soft kiss on my lips. He pulls back and I cup his jaw and bring him back down to me. I deepen our kiss as his hands slide around my waist pulling me flush against him. I kiss down his jaw and pepper kisses across his neck. 

“You are so very handsome and beautiful, Aemond.” I murmur against his neck and his hold on me tightens and I pull back to gaze up at him.  

“Do you want to meet my mother? Or is it too much? Too soon? I should’ve waited to ask you.” he spirals shaking his head with a furrowed brow. 

“I would love to meet your mother.” I place my hand on his chest trying to soothe him. “Just let me know when and I’ll be here.” I reach up and place a kiss on his nose. 

“Really?” he searches my face.

“Really.” I nod my head.

“Is at the end of the week okay?” he chews his lip. 

“It’s not like I’m not here every night as is.” a small smile starts to spread across his face as he relaxes. 

“Perfect. I’ll cook us dinner.” his smile broadens and I smile with him. 

“Where’s the package so I can give you your gift?” I watch his cheeks flush. 

“On the couch.” I tug him over with me and we take a seat as I hand him the package. 

“Why do you keep getting me things?” he looks at the gift in his hands. 

“Because I think you’ll like them.” I nod for him to open it and smile as he pulls it out and looks at it. 

“An apron?” he turns to me with a smile. 

“You cook so much and your clothes are so nice I don’t want them to get ruined.” I smile as he pulls out the second one. 

“I don't think this one will fit me.” he turns to me with a worried expression. 

“That one’s mine. I thought I could start helping you.” I smile, grabbing it from his hands. “I’m not that good of a cook but you can teach me.” 

“I don’t mind cooking for you.” he scrunches his brows. 

“I just want to help. I can just boil the water or something.” a laugh bubbles out of his mouth. 

“Boiling water requires an apron?” he smirks. 

“Well I want a cute apron too. Even if you make me sit in the chair the whole time.” I purse my lips looking at him. 

“You’re already so cute.” my cheeks flush at his words while he pulls me into his lap.

“I missed you today.” my voice is full of need as I card my fingers through his hair. 

“Did you?” he hums looking up at me.

“I did. I just wanna kiss you.” I look at his lips and then back up to his eye. His hand wraps around the back of my neck and pulls me down to him. Our lips press against one another and I whine as his other hand finds a home on my lower back. He pulls me closer against him while he slips his tongue into my mouth. I absentmindedly roll my hips into his and he groans into my mouth. His hands find their way to my hips and grinds me against him. “This is more than just a kiss.” I pant against his lips. 

“You started it.” he chuckles, capturing my lips once more. I continue to roll my hips into him and feel him begin to harden beneath me. His fingers dig into my hips, stilling me. “If we continue we’ll have a late dinner.” he looks at me with a dark eye. 

“We could just order in.” I move my hips against him as much as his grip will allow. 

“And not use the aprons you so kindly bought us?” he pulls back looking at me mischievously. “We can wait.” he kisses me once more before lifting me off his lap. 

“Aem,” I whine from the side of the couch. 

“While you pout I’m going to go start dinner.” he chuckles, grabbing the apron and walking to the kitchen. 

I had an idea in mind when I bought us these and what better time to do it than now? We’re both already worked up so I stand with a smile painted on my face. I slowly start to remove my clothes until I’m left in my panties and then slip the apron over my front. I tie it into a bow and walk down the hall quietly to look in the mirror. I nod to myself and make my way back to the kitchen. He half turns his head when I walk in and goes back to whatever task he was doing. 

“Is there anything you need help with?” I come to his side and lean over the counter. He turns to look at me and I watch his eye darken. He turns off the stove and moves his current task out of the way. He stands back and looks at me. “So you don’t need any help?” I bat my eyelashes at him while scooting closer to him. 

“Was this your plan all along?” he grabs my chin. 

“Maybe.” I bite my lip smiling. He turns me around and squeezes my ass. His hand snakes up my sides and cups my breast. “Aem,” his other hand roughly grabs my other as I press back into him. He pinches my nipples and I gasp. One of his hands slides around the side and he trails his fingers between my thighs. 

“What do you want?” he pushes my front against the counter and holds me there with a hand spread across my middle back. 

“Anything you’ll give me.” I look back at him. 

“And if I don’t want to give you anything.” his fingers dig into my ass pulling a moan from me. 

“I’ll beg.” I mumble spreading my legs. His other hand leaves my back to find a place on my other cheek and squeezes my flesh. “Please Aemond,” I whine and his hand lands roughly on my cheek. “Please,” I arch my ass up to his hands. 

“What are you begging for?” his voice taunting as he trails a single finger down my covered slit. 

“Touch me.” I whine, trembling beneath him. 

“I am.” I can hear the smirk in his voice. He presses into my heat and I whimper. He continues to move his fingers around my wet panties with a featherlight touch. I squirm beneath him as he offers little pressure around my bud. He lifts me off the counter again and presses me against his chest. One of his hands grabs onto one of my breasts roughly kneading the tender flesh. 

 “Aemond,” his name is followed by a loud moan as he dips his fingers into my panties. His fingers slide through my wetness as I gasp and tremble against him. 

“Is this what you wanted?” he whispers against my neck as he starts to swirl around my bud. 

“Yes,” I nod my head. His fingers move quicker against me as small gasps leave my mouth. 

“What do you say?” his voice low as he dips two fingers into my core. I flutter around him at his words as he starts a steady rhythm. 

“Thank you, Aemond.” I pant. His fingers start to slam into me and he has to hold me against him to keep me up right. I cry out his name as my pleasure starts to wash through me. His fingers don’t falter and continue to push into me. 

“How does that feel?” he chuckles against my neck. “I can feel you squeezing me so tightly. When I rub here,” he curls his fingers and I let out a small cry. “This is when you start to get really wet for me.” I whine, feeling my legs start to shake. “Then all I have to do is circle my thumb a little faster,” my stomach starts to tighten. “And you fall right apart.” he licks across my neck as I pulse against him whimpering. 

“Fuck me, please Aemond, please.” I shake in his arms as he slowly removes his fingers and trails them along my thighs. 

“Mm, but I have to make us dinner.” he hums, still caressing me. 

“Please,” I whine. 

“I thought you wanted to boil water in your apron?” I whine as his fingers travel back up to my breasts. 

“I also said ‘or something’,” I push back into him as he rolls my nipples. 

“I didn’t know that ‘or something’ meant begging to be fucked.” he chuckles squeezing my tender flesh. 

“Please,” I roll my hips back against him. “Aem, please.” I whimper as his hands leave my body. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to the dining room before laying me back on the table. He pulls my panties off and watches me as he spreads his fingers through my wetness. His other hand pulls the top of the apron to the side to expose my breast before he grabs it. 

“I think these aprons were more self indulgent.” he says lowly while slipping two fingers in. 

“You don’t like them?” my voice breathy and I bite my lip to hold back a moan. 

“I do.” he nods his head before pulling away to remove his. “You look perfect like this.” he starts to unbutton his pants and I spread my legs wider. He frees himself and leans over me to capture my lips. His tip slides through my wetness as I squirm beneath him. He brushes against my core and I buck my hips, whining into his mouth. “Just begging for it.” he chuckles and pushes in. 

“Aemond move,” I jerk my hips and he chuckles, kissing against my neck. He stays still as he licks down my chest and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I roll my hips against his and he bites my nipple in response. I shutter as he slowly pulls out to push back in to not move again. He pushes the other side of the apron to the center of my chest and moves his mouth over to my other nipple. He starts to slowly move his hips and I gasp below him. He pushes into me harshly and releases my nipple. 

“Gods, look at you.” he starts to pump into me and I moan, sliding against the table. 

“Please, Aem,” I whine reaching for him to kiss me. His lips press to mine as his hips start to rock faster. I cry into his mouth as my stomach starts to tighten. I gasp as he swirls against my bud. “Yes, Ae-“ my voice cracks as I burst around him and he snaps into my one last time before filling me. He rests his forehead against mine as I continue to writhe beneath him. 

“Will you let me make you dinner now?” he lifts his head up and smiles. 

“I guess so.” he chuckles at my breathy words and pulls out. 

“Go get dressed.” he pulls me up and scoots me down the hall while he goes back to the kitchen. 

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I wait in the living room as Aemond rushes around the house waiting for his mother to arrive. I’ve tried to get him to sit down and relax with me but he’s on edge. He’s nervous and no amount of reassurance will soothe him. The doorbell chimes and he stops what he’s doing and looks at me with a wide eye. 

“Are you sure?” he asks for the tenth time. 

“I’m sure.” I nod standing up. When he opens the door I see his whole family and know he’s going to freak out. 

“I thought it was only going to be you, mother.” he hums, kissing the side of her head, ushering her in with a smile on his face. 

“Oh, but it’s been so long since we all have been together.” she smiles at him and walks over to me. “You must be Y/n.” she pulls me into a hug and I try to keep an eye on Aemond as the rest of his family filters in. 

“Lovely to meet you.” I pull back and offer her a smile. 

“Gods, Aemond. You didn’t say how beautiful she was.” a shorter, messier version of him enters my line of vision. 

“That’s enough.” his mother hisses. 

“I’m Helaena.” his sister offers me a small wave. 

“Viserys shut the door.” his mother yells at the old man in the entryway. 

“Oh, of course.” he turns and I spot Aemond staring at me in worry and I make my way over to him. 

“I’m so sorry.” he looks down at me with scrunched brows. 

“It’s going to be fine. We’ll get through it.” I offer him a soft smile and pat his chest. “Do you want me to help you cook?” I tilt my head and his eye locks on me. 

“Do not put that apron on.” his words low as his eye darkens. He lifts his head up and looks to his family spread across his living room. “Come.” his hand slips in mine as he pulls me towards his mother. 

“I’m Alicent, I never got to offer you my name.” she smiles, pushing his brother's legs off the table. “This is Aegon. Helaena. Viserys.” she gestures around the living room and looks at me and Aemond expectantly. 

“I’m Y/n. I’m thankful to finally meet you all.” I smile at all of them. 

“Maybe if he ever left this house you would’ve met us.” Aegon sighs, throwing his head back on the couch. “If you ever get bored you can always come to the family house.” he tosses a look to Aemond who is rigid next to me. “I’m sure we could find something for you to do.” 

“How kind, Aegon.” Viserys nods his head. 

“I quite like Aemonds company and don’t find it boring. We find plenty to do here.” I smile up at him but find him glaring at Aegon. 

“Well the offer is always there.” Aegon drawls with a smirk. 

“We’re going to start dinner. I’ll have to see if I have enough for everyone. I didn’t anticipate so many guests.” his voice clipped as he turns to his mother. We enter the kitchen and I stop him and turn in towards me. 

“Are you okay?” I ask cupping his face. 

“I really want tonight to be over.” he closes his eye and inhales deeply. “I don’t even know if I have enough food. I didn’t want to cook a large meal. It’s going to be hours before they even leave..” he shakes his head blinking up at the ceiling. 

“I’m here with you, Aem. What can I do to help you? Actually help you.” I pull his face back towards mine and search his eye. He sends me off to the pantry to look for more pasta and I come back with more than enough. He pulls things out of the fridge and brings things down from the cabinets and I stand back trying not to be in his way. 

“I’m going to need you to actually boil water tonight.” he murmurs, mixing a sauce and adding things in. 

“Of course.” I nod, coming to his side. 

“Could you make me a cup of tea?” he asks softly, glancing at me. I quickly make the tea and bring the steaming cup over to him and see he has a pot out on the stove for me. “Thank you.” he relaxes as he takes a sip. He drinks some more before dipping down and stealing a kiss before he starts to cook again. “Just watch it and make sure it doesn’t boil over.” he goes back to his sauce. 

“Look at you two.” Alicents voice spreads throughout the kitchen and he hums in greeting. “I came to find drinks. Usually you’re more welcoming.” she places her hand on his shoulder and he stops moving. She walks over to the fridge missing the movement but I brush my fingers against his in comfort and he goes back to his task. 

“I’m sorry, mother.” he mumbles, cutting up another ingredient. She says another off handed comment about him not having a beverage she likes and he exhales loudly. She leaves the kitchen and I see his shoulders tense again. 

“Aem,” he shakes his head at me. 

“What if I kick them out?” he turns and looks down at me. “They don’t deserve to meet you. My mother should’ve come alone or not at all.” he clenches his jaw. 

“It’s just me and you right now. Like we do every night. Make dinner and talk. What’s going on out there doesn’t concern us yet.” I nod up to him. “We’re almost done. All we have to do is eat and then you can kick them out.” I pull him against me. 

“Do you think I’m boring?” his voice small as he looks down at me. 

“No.” I furrow my brows. 

“Do you hate that we just stay in? What if I am keeping you locked up? Am I?” he shakes his head as his thoughts spiral. 

“No, hey, Aem.” I grab his face and make him look at me. “My sweet, caring, and sensitive boy.” I coo, placing a soft kiss on his lips. When I open my eyes again his cheeks are flushed and his breathing is heavier. “I love the time we spend together.” I nod to him and he nods with me. “Let’s get through this dinner.” he exhales and starts making dinner again. 

“Thank you.” he kisses me quickly and then begins to finish up dinner. We bring the food out to the dining room and his family begins to filter in. He pulls out my chair for me and sits next to me. 

“This looks divine, Aemond. Thank you.” Alicent hums. 

“Such talent.” Viserys nods before serving himself. The talk is scarce around the table. We all focus on our meal much to my relief. I can feel how uncomfortable Aemond is next to me and I wish I could wrap this dinner up quicker. 

“I can take everyone’s plates.” Aemond stands abruptly next to me. 

“I can help you.” I smile softly up to him before I stand. I see his nostrils flare as I start to collect the plates. We walk to the kitchen in silence and he starts to silently wash the dishes and then hands them to me. 

“Your sauce was perfect. That was probably the best pasta I've ever had.” I grab the pan and start to dry it. 

“Thank you.” he turns the sink off and looks at me. “I want to tell them to leave.” he sighs, drying his hands before offering me the towel.

“Then tell them to leave.” I look up to him nodding my head. I can tell how uncomfortable he is and dinner is over so there’s no reason for them to stay. 

“Will you stay?” he searches my eyes. 

“Of course.” I nod my head pulling him against me. He leads me back out to the dining room and we sit back down and his family looks at us. “Well it’s getting late so..” he looks at his mother. 

“Oh, already?” she tilts her head at him. “I guess.” she half frowns and Viserys starts to push his chair back. 

“We can make more plans later on.” he clears his throat standing to walk them to the door. “Tonight was great. I wish I would’ve known you all were coming and so could’ve prepared more.” he offers them a tight lipped smile. 

“Lovely to meet you all.” I smile at them from Aemonds side as they make their way out. He shuts the door and clicks it locked and turns to me with a frown. “What can I do to make you feel better, sweet boy?” I pull him against me and his facial features start to soften. 

“I don’t know.” he shakes his head, hugging me closer. 

“Do you want me to make you some tea while you read?” I rub his back. He nods and I send him to the library while I make him tea. I finish  leaning up around the table and kitchen while the water boils. I mix in some honey and begin my way to him. I find him sitting up on the couch staring at the book in his hands. 

“I don’t want to read.” he looks up to me as I stand in front of him. 

“That’s okay.” I cup his cheek. “Do you still want your tea?” I ask softly. 

“Yeah.” I offer it to him and he takes a couple drinks before placing it back on the table and looking back up at me. “I just- I don’t know.” he looks away from me and I cup his face. 

“It’s okay.” I nod my head encouraging him to tell me what he wants. 

“I just want to be held.” his voice barely audible and my heart hurts at his words. 

“Of course, sweet boy.” I pull him up and lead him to his room. Once we enter I bring him to the bed and he stops us and starts to pull off my clothes. I help him remove his and he pulls off his eye patch. We crawl into bed and he lays his head against my chest. 

“I’m sorry.” he mumbles against my skin. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” I brush my fingers through his hair. His hold on me tightens and I run my other hand down his jaw. He nestles into my chest and I wrap my arms around him holding him against me. A sigh falls from my lips as he presses small kisses against my warm skin. As his hips brush against me I feel his hardening length press against my leg. 

“Let me take care of you.” I hum and he looks up at me. 

“Please,” his eye locks on me. I swipe my thumb against his leaking tip and he sighs against me. My fingers ghost along his length and he sucks a nipple into my mouth. I gasp as his tongue swirls around me and I wrap my fingers around his base. He leaks more and I use it to help my hand glide against him. I slowly start to pump him while keeping my other arm wrapped around him. 

“Doing so good for me.” I kiss his forehead moving my hand faster. He whines against my chest pressing his teeth into me. My hand slides past his base and he gasps against my skin jerking up into my arm. “It’s okay, just let go.” I murmur into his hair while I wrap my fingers around him once more. 

“I wanna- I wanna come inside you, please,” his voice wrecked as he looks up at me. I lay him back on the bed and straddle him. I slowly sink down onto him and he shakes beneath me. 

“You feel so good.” I rock my hips against him and his hands rest on my thighs. I start to move up and down on him pulling gasps from my own mouth. He cups my breasts as I move and lifts up to suck my nipple back into his mouth. “Aem,” my voice starts to break and I chase my high. I grind down against him and the friction has me pulsing around him. He fills me in the same moment with his teeth latched on to me. He licks against his bite mark and lays me down on his chest. 

“Can I just stay inside?” he whispers in my hair, trailing his fingers down my spine. I nod my head and we begin to hold and caress one another whispering sweet words. 

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My Valentines

Based on the following ask: @lucreziaq2001  Thanks🙂. Here's the new request: It is inspired by this video= https://youtube.com/shorts/DveJG0lXFQM?si=HAU2VM0SkjIf8O3H . It would be a One Shot in which Spencer and a female reader have twin daughters aged 5 and on Valentine's Day, Spencer takes the day off work to make sure he is not away on a case and takes the girls out. He brings them flowers and basically shows them how he'd like their future boyfriends to treat them. I think it would be very cute. If you'll write it, thank you💜. You pick the twins' names. – Hi gorgeous, I love this fic idea, also Reid is 10000000000% a girl dad – you won’t convince me otherwise. I hope you love it

Spencer Reid x Wife! Fem Reader Fluff Word count: 1716

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, mom! reader, mentions of pregnant reader and pregnancy, mention of valentine’s day, dates, mentions of food, promoting positive relationships, implications of Spencer having a tough upbringing, let me know if I missed anything.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

When you found out you were pregnant, Spencer was over the moon. He couldn’t have been more excited to expand your family and become a dad. Here’s the thing about Spencer though, he liked to do research…too much research. You had to tell him to stop giving you statistics about pregnancies and things that could happen to the baby.

Finding out it was twins, that only made things worse. Spencer didn’t let you do anything, always making sure you didn’t do any lifting and that you weren’t on your feet for too long. He needed to ensure that you were okay at all times, not wanting to risk the health of you or your unborn twins.

Four weeks after the discovery of it being twins, you’d gone in to find out the sex of the babies. You’d been hoping for a boy and a girl…but you knew Spencer only wanted girls. He’d told you time and time again that he wasn’t super masculine, and he was scared of having a son…he felt like he’d fail him. Of course you had reassured him, telling him that he’d give your child, regardless of gender, all the love in the world.

He jumped for joy when the doctor confirmed it was fraternal twin girls.

--

Spencer had gone through hundreds of thousands of potential names for your girls, and after vetoing the majority of them, you’d agreed on two names:

Audrina: An English name that means "noble strength".

Iliana: A Spanish name meaning ray of light.

He’d wanted their names to hold meaning, he wanted them to know that their names, their souls, their existence brought the two of you strength and light. And when Audrina and Iliana were born, the names fit perfectly. You’d been worried that you’d see them and it wouldn’t feel right, but in that moment, nothing had ever felt more right.

--

He’d been the most attentive father, explaining to you that he wasn’t spoiling your girls, he was simply setting the bar as high as they deserved it to be. In the four years of fatherhood, Spencer had made sure to prioritize his girls (including you of course). You’d take the girls on mother-daughter dates, going to the zoo, the children’s museum, the park, lunch, the list goes on. Spencer had also adopted this tradition; he’d wanted to go and spend time with them 1:1 too.

This year, he’d decided to start a new tradition. The day before Valentine’s Day, he was going to take the girls out for a date. You were going to get the girls dressed and done up and he’d pick them up and take them to a “fancy” dinner. February 14th was reserved for you.

--

Spencer let you know that the girls would need to be in semi-formal attire, and he’d be picking them up at 6:00 pm. He had started their day off by giving them a gift certificate to your nail salon, so you could take them to get their nails done.

You’d taken them right after lunch, Audrina went with a glittery pink, while Iliana chose a neon purple, you’d gone a little simpler, a French tip.

Once you got home, you let the girls play for a little bit before curling their hair and styling it. The girls had matching outfits, light pink sweaters covered in lip prints, paired with a light pink tutu-style skirt. Their shoes are where they differed, Audrina wore these red cowgirl boots (she’d been exclusively wearing them lately) and Iliana wore her high-top converse – wanting to match her dad.

By the time the girls were completely ready, Spencer was just arriving home. He’d prompted the girls this morning, informing them that he’d be taking them out on a real father-daughter date. They replied with squeals, thrilled to be going out with daddy…while you were excited for a night off and a date with the bottle of wine you’d been saving and your bathtub.

--

A knock on the door had the girls running, tripping over one another to answer it.

“Girls slow down! The last thing we need is scraped up knees to go with your outfits.” You shook your head.

Opening the door you were met with three bouquets of roses, each a different shade. You couldn’t help the smile that took over your features, even though this night wasn’t about you, he’d gone out of his way to make sure you felt acknowledged as well.

“Hi baby.” You greeted.

“Hello, my gorgeous girls.” He handed each of you your flowers, happily taking in the sight of your adorably matching daughters.

“Daddy! Daddy! Are we going now?” Audrina shouted.

“Well babygirl, are you both ready? I don’t want to rush either of you.”

“We’re ready!” Iliana said grabbing her tiny toy purse.

Spencer leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips as goodbye, before leaning down and placing a big smooch on each of the girls cheeks. You lent down and followed suit.

“I love you guys, have fun!” You called as they made their way to his car.

--

Spencer took the time to open the door for both girls, assisting them into their car seats, letting them choose the music they listened to on the way to the restaurant. He’d chosen a nice steakhouse; one you had frequented on special occasions, he knew the girls liked the food there and would actually eat something.

He helped them out of the car and held each of their hands as they headed up to the entrance, once again holding the door for them.

“Reservation for Reid.” He told the maître d.

Once the three of them were led to their table, already accommodated with booster seats for the girls, he lifted them one by one into their chairs. They were all smiles, enjoying the attention they were getting. Though the girls don’t really notice…it truly kills Spencer that he still has to work so much. He’s done a lot to lessen his workload with the BAU, taking a few months of the year to teach at the university so he doesn’t have to travel with the team. Needless to say, nights like these were his favorite.

--

“Alright girls, what would you guys like to drink?” He asked

“Juice please.” Iliana replied.

“Can I have sprite?” Audrina asked.

“I will tell you what, if you both want a sprite, you can have one…after that, how about we switch to juice or water?” Spencer negotiated.

“Okay!” Audrina replied.

“I want a sprite too!” Iliana changed her mind.

“Sounds good.”

--

The night was continuing on wonderfully, Spencer had ordered the food, steak and French fries for the table, promptly cutting the steak into bite size pieces for the girls. Conversation flowed easily, the girls told Spencer about what they learned in preschool this week, they talked to him about getting their nails done, showing him their now-greasy fingers.

He had been listening intently when Iliana asked him a question.

“Hey daddy, why did you bring us here?”

“Well sweetheart, one day when you are much, much older, you will have a Valentine of your own…” He began.

“Like you and mommy?” Audrina interrupted.

“Yes, just like mommy and me. You’ll each have a special person, and I want to make sure that you understand how important it is to make sure someone is treating you right.” He explained.

“Like you did?” Iliana inquired.

“Yeah baby, like I did today. But I also want you guys to know that not only does someone need to treat you well, but you need to treat them well in return. Like mommy and I are always doing things for one another, trying to meet one another where we’re at.” He finished.

Both girls nodded, clearly not old enough to really understand the weight behind the words Spencer had shared. He just knew that he’d have to continue this tradition of showing the girls what love looked like, not only through these little dates, but also through his interactions with you.

 --

When they arrived home, he had a teddy bear on each of the girls beds waiting for them (you’d been so kind as to place them there after they left). They’d been so excited, giving Spencer no trouble when he put them to bed.

He found you soaking in a bubble bath once he made his way to your shared room. He was so happy to be with you after a long day.

“Hey sweetheart.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Hi baby, did you guys have a good time? I got your picture!” You smiled recalling the adorable photo of Spencer sandwiched between your daughters, each of them pressing a kiss to his cheeks.

“We did. I will say, I am glad to be home though. Can I join you?” He asked

“Of course.”

--

Spencer had gently slid in behind you, holding you close to him. The two of you just relaxing after a long day. You leaned back, nuzzling further into his grasp, releasing a deep breath.

“You alright?” Spencer questioned.

“Yeah, he’s just especially active today.” You said, letting your hands run over your prominent bump.

Spencer reached his hands up and ran them along the expanse of your belly, feeling the kicks of your unborn son. His chin coming to rest on your shoulder. Spencer let out the quietest of sighs, and if you hadn’t been paying close attention, you’re sure you’d have missed it.

“You okay?”

‘“Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Spence, you’re going to be a great boy dad. Just like you are with the girls. I know you’re worried, but if anything, your experiences will allow you to teach our son compassion and the ability to express his emotions. He will be capable of making someone incredibly happy, because he has a daddy that makes me so happy.” You gushed.

Spencer sniffled lightly before pressing his lips to the side of your neck. You could feel his lips turn up into a smile, bringing one of your own to your lips. You truly loved him, and you knew from the moment you met him that he’d be an incredible husband and father, and he continues to prove that every passing day.

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Always & Forever Twenty (Finale) - Marshall Mathers x Reader Series

Words: 6.9k

Pairings: Marshall Mathers x Fem!Reader Series

Synopsis: They loved each other with every fibre and being. They knew that they were meant to be together, but it seemed like every obstacle came in the way. She was twenty-one, he was forty and they knew that it would be hard. Therefore, they promised forever and always as they were meant to be together despite every turmoil that came their way.

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, & Angst.

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Hope you enjoy :)

Y/N parked her car in front of the cozy little bistro where she was meeting Alaina and Hailie for lunch. The morning was slow, Marshall refusing to let Y/N go but eventually she got out of the house on time. He made her breakfast and she stopped at her hotel to change. However, she was about five minutes late to meeting the girls.

Y/N took a deep breath before adjusting her sunglasses as she stepped out into the warm sunlight. The past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions, and she knew this lunch would be anything but a simple meal. Alaina and Hailie wanted her back with their dad and they would do anything for that to happen. They did see her leave the wedding with him, therefore questions will arise.

As she walked into the bistro, she spotted the two sisters already seated at the corner table. They sent a wave and Y/N smiled, waving back before walking over.

“Y/N!” Alaina greeted her with a hug. “It’s been so long.”

“Tell me about it. So long,” Hailie agreed, giving her a warm embrace as well.

Y/N sat down, and the waiter came and they ordered a round of cocktails before they go into a conversation.

“I’ve missed you both. How have you been? I have meant to reach out but-“

“Life, I get it,” Hailie said.

“I have kept up on Instagram though,” she said.

“Good, life has been good,” Hailie said before going in about her studies and graduating then talking about her new partner. Alaina talked about her relationship with Matt before they asked about New York City.

“Tell us about New York,” Alaina said, her eyes lighting with interest. “How’s the city treating you?”

Y/N smiled, her mind drifting to the bustling streets and towering skyscrapers of New York. “It’s amazing and overwhelming at the same time. I am working at the Museum of Modern Art as well as a gallery owned by a friend named Geneva. I have been doing a few shows for my art. It’s a dream come true. I have everything-“

“But dad,” they finished.

Y/N heard those words and sighed. “What do you want to know?” she said.

“Everything,” Hailie said. “Spill.”

Y/N took a sip of her cocktail, gathering her thoughts. “Well…”

“He took you back to your hotel room,” Hailie said. “What happened? If I ask dad, he will get all grumpy and states that this is none of my business and I need to stick to focusing on my own relationship,” she chuckled which Y/N joined.

“Yeah, he took me back to my hotel. We had a good discussion. Then he stayed over which was nice.”

Hailie and Alaina looked at each other and smiled.

“I went over for dinner yesterday which was nice. I stayed over…again. Basically, we have agreed to work through things. It’s been emotional, but we both want to give it another try,” Y/N admitted.

“Thank god,” Hailie said. “I knew there was something going on at the wedding.”

“Dad looked different, happier when he saw you and you two talked,” Alaina said.

Hailie agreed. “Yeah, we’ve never seen him like that in a long time. He missed you, Y/N.”

Y/N felt a pang of guilt mixed with warmth. “I’ve missed him too. It’s just complicated, you know. We’ve both changed a lot and have gone through different relationships-“

“Dad has dated no one since you. Have you dated since dad?” Hailie asked.

“I had a partner. Three years. We broke up in January. Your dad knows about her,” Y/N admitted. “We had long discussions.”

“Her?” Hailie said.

Y/N nodded. “Let’s not talk about it. Your dad is not a fan of talking about it too. However, we have been honest with each other, learning the five years without each other. We are different people, but we are learning one another again.”

“Well, we’re glad you’re back,” Alaina said, reaching to squeeze Y/N’s hand. “But we need more details. How did it happen? What did you talk about?”

Y/N sighed, knowing they would not let her off easy. “We’ve had a lot of honest conversations about our past, our mistakes, and what we want for the future. It’s not going to be easy, but we’re both willing to try.”

Hailie leaned forward, her eyes narrowing playfully. “Come on, Y/N. Give us something juicy. Did you guys…you know, get together in other ways?” she hinted.

Y/N chuckled and blushed. “Not yet. I wanted to but we’re taking it slow. We want to make sure we’re both ready and that this what we really want.”

The sisters seemed satisfied for the moment, but Y/N could see the wheels turning in their heads.

“You did not hear all of this from me. If Marshall finds out I am giving you information about our relationship, I will get a talk.”

They chuckled. “Promise. Secret is ours,” Alaina said. “However, you know,” her tone more serious, “Dad was really lonely after you left. He put on a brave face, but we all could see it. He was really heartbroken and choosing those bracelets…he would begin in December looking at them, pondering for months on what to buy, what would the note say…should he reach out? You promised a two-year break and it’s been five.”

Hailie nodded in agreement. “He threw himself into work and tried to be strong for us, but we knew he was hurting. He’d talk about you sometimes, wondering if you were happy or if you’d come back ever.”

Y/N felt a lump in her throat. “I never wanted to hurt him. I just needed to find myself, establish myself and to figure out what I wanted. I was twenty-one when I got with him. I was younger than you.”

“I met the love of my life and I am willing to do anything for them,” Alaina said.

Hailie agreed. “I would do anything for Evan.”

Y/N sighed. “I never wanted to hurt him. I do love him. I still do. I want us to be together and to have a future and we talked about that. However, I just came from a relationship where we talked about marriage and picking out a sperm donor. Your dad will never marry again, and he does not want any more children.” They stayed quiet unsure what to say. “However, I am willing to sacrifice that for him,” Y/N announced. “We are going to make it work. We are going to do long distance. We are…dating,” she whispered. “Every relationship is different. The thing about Marshall and I is we are in different life stages which makes it that much harder.”

They nodded. “I did not think about that,” Hailie admitted. Alaina agreed. “We just want dad to be happy.”

“I hope I can make him happy. It’s going to be a challenge as I will be in New York. It’s a two-hour flight. Your dad is going to come out in a few weeks for my show. I am excited as I can show him my city.”

“Just remember he is Eminem,” Alaina said. “Paparazzi especially in New York…once they know he is there. It’ll be a frenzy.”

“Then I am fine with us just hanging out in my apartment and doing nothing. Now, catch me up on the last five years.”

They grinned and began to chat more.

-

Y/N was exhausted as she got into her hotel room that evening. She had a lunch with the girls which went on forever, then she had her meeting with the art gallery and now she finally laid on her bed. She was still clothed in her day clothes, but she was so tired. Y/N flies at one tomorrow and Marshall wanted to come over tonight, but Y/N admitted how tired she was therefore, he would come for breakfast in the morning.

However, when she finally got herself to shower and crawl into bed, Marshall texted her.

10:23 p.m.

From Marshall <3: I don’t like sleeping without you.

To Marshall <3: I need to get my monies worth at the hotel.

From Marshall <3: Ok. I’ll be there for eight tomorrow.

There was a knock on the door at exactly at eight in the morning. Y/N ran to the door, a necklace in her hand as she opened it. Marshall stood there dressed down but his chain on display, sending her a smile.

“Hey,” she said. “Can you help me with this? I have long nails, so it does not work,” she told him handing him the necklace.

“Sure,” he said as she turned around, letting the necklace hit her chest as he clasped it. “There. Pretty,” he whispered, kissing her cheek. Y/N turned around smiling up to him as he pressed a kiss to her lips. “Hi, beautiful,” he hummed. “How was the lunch yesterday?”

Y/N chuckled. “Your daughters are very nosey. They wanted to know everything about us,” she stated as she walked around grabbing the menu for the hotel.

“What did you share?”

“The truth,” she stated as she looked at the menu before handing it to him.

“Which is?”

“That we are taking it slow and seeing where the relationship goes,” Y/N said as she sat on the bed. “What do you want to eat?”

“Let me look,” he said as he looked at the menu.

They fell into a conversation as they ordered their food and ate together. It was a good hour and a half of conversation before Y/N announced she had to get to the airport. They bid their farewells and shared a passionate kiss before Marshall helped carry her bags.

He put them into her rental car before standing in front of her. He watched as she placed her handbag in the front and walked over.

“I will see you soon,” he stated, leaning and kissing her. Marshall held her hip as he pulled away, tucking her hair. “I booked my flights last night. I will send you the information. I will do a few work things in New York, but mainly I will be there to see you.”

Y/N smiled, kissing his lips again. “Ok, I will see you then.”

He nodded, dropping his hand from her hip. “Bye, Y/N. It was a good few days. Thank you.”

She smiled, kissing his cheek before waving and getting into her car. Marshall watched as she left the hotel parking lot before making her way to the airport. All he did was smile…she was back. Back in his life.

-

Y/N did not own a car. Why would one own a car when they live in New York City? She only took transit or walked. Therefore, when the few weeks went by and it was time for Marshall to visit New York, she told him she could not pick him up as she had no car. He was fine with that and instead took a cab from the airport to her apartment in Manhattan.

Y/N spent the day prior cleaning her apartment and making sure it looked perfect. Therefore, when she got the text that he arrived. She grinned so widely. Y/N walked out of her apartment going down the steps to see Marshall getting out of the cab with his bag.

“Hey, handsome,” she mused standing on the staircase up to her apartment. He looked up and saw her and he smiled instantly. “Let’s get inside.”

Marshall followed, taking his duffle bag and throwing it over his shoulder. He wore jeans and a tee with his chain and a hat as they entered her place. It was beautiful, modern but rustic with brick walls and naked wood panels. Marshall placed his bag down at the door and took his hood and sunglasses off.

Y/N wore jeans and a black tank with some heeled boots. Her hair was slicked back into a low bun with gold hoop earrings. However, when he looked over her apartment all he could see was art.

Several easels with paintings on them, trolleys with paints and materials sat in the corner. It was artistic, art deco like and so Y/N which brought a smile to his face.

“Come here,” he said walking up to her and grabbing her hips, pulling her into a hug.  Y/N face curled into his neck as she breathed in his cologne. She popped her head as he leaned in and pressing a kiss to it. “Good to see you.”

Y/N pulled away and grabbed his cheeks, kissing his lips again. “Good to see you, M. Welcome to my flat,” she said. “Welcome to the Big Apple.”

He smiled. “Thank you,” he whispered, kissing her lips again with a little more passion.

“Let me show you around,” Y/N said, her hand slipping into Marshall’s as she led him through the apartment.

They wandered through the cozy living room with its eclectic mix of modern furniture and antique pieces, past the kitchen with its gleaming countertops and finally her art studio. Marshall was particularly drawn to this space, where canvas lined the walls and a faint smell of turpentine lingered in the air.

“This is amazing,” he said, taking in the vibrant colours and bold strokes of her latest work. “You’ve really made a name of yourself.”

Y/N blushed, her fingers tracing the edge of a nearby canvas. “It’s been a lot of hard work, but I love it. It’s my passion.”

Marshall turned to her, his eyes softening. “I’m proud of you.”

She smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “Thanks, M. It means a lot to hear you say that.”

As Marshall continued to look around the room, he stopped in front of an easel covered by a cloth. His curiosity piqued, he glanced at Y/N for permission. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.

He carefully pulled the cloth away, revealing a large, striking painting. It was a portrait of himself, capturing in a moment of deep contemplation. The detail was exquisite, every line and shadow meticulously painted. His blue eyes seemed to look right him, full of emotion and intensity.

Marshall was in awe, speechless for a moment. “Y/N…this is incredible. I didn’t know you painted me and for it to be like this. I look,” he rose a brow, “just amazing.”

Y/N stepped closer, her eyes on the painting. “I did it a few months after we broke up. It was my way of coping, of keeping you part of you with me. The day I could not paint you, I knew that I would get over us and it never came. I painted or drew you a lot. I could not sell them, with the details of tattoos and that mesmerizing face, people would know it was Eminem.”

Marshall turned to her, his heart swelling with emotion. “I don’t know what to say. This is amazing. I had no idea you felt this way.”  

“I was also hurt with us ending. It was a hard time,” Y/N admitted, her voice soft. “Painting helped me through it. And having you back now, seeing you in my life again, it’s like coming full circle.”

Marshall pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. “I’m glad we are together again."

"Me too.”

Y/N wandered to the kitchen, putting a pot of coffee on before bringing his bag to her bedroom. Marshall smiled as she placed it on the bed and came out. She wanted to sleep with him, wake up next to him and just be with him.

“Just milk, right?” she said as she handed his coffee to him. He nodded. She remembered how he took his coffee.

Y/N walked to the couch, sipping on her coffee as Marshall’s eyes wandered around YN’s apartment, taking in the details he had not noticed earlier. He walked around the living room, seeing the shelves and television. However, his gaze fell upon a framed photo on a nearby bookshelf. Curious, he stood and walked over to get a closer look.

In the photo there was Y/N dressed up with sparkles and rainbow eyeshadow with a woman smiling up at her holding a flag. They looked happy, carefree. However, the woman who looked at Y/N had this look in her eyes. She loved Y/N. Marshall felt a tinge of jealousy twist in his gut.

“Aemma?” he asked, trying to keep his tone neutral as he picked up the frame to show it to Y/N.

“Yes. That was the pride parade last year,” Y/N said.          

Aemma who was taller than Y/N was beautiful. She had a short mullet and a broad smile. Her eyes were green, and she looked at Y/N as if she was the one.

“She looked at you with this love in her eyes,” he stated. “Like you’re the one for her.”

Y/N sighed. “I told you. We were in love.”

“Why do you still have this?”

“Why do I still have the painting of you?” she said. “I collect things I love. I have had that painting for five years.”

“It was covered in your studio. This is sitting in your living room just screaming that you love her and that you’re gay.”

Y/N took a deep breath, setting her coffee cup down. “Marshall, I told you about Aemma because I wanted us to be honest with each other. Yes, I loved her, and she was a significant part of my life. But that relationship is over. This photo is a memory of a time I was happy. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

Marshall’s eyes softened, though the jealous still lingered. “I get that. I do. It’s just…hard to see someone else looking at you like that.”

Y/N stood up, walking over to him. She gently took the frame from his hands and set it back on the shelf. “It’s in the past, M. I chose to keep it because it was a part of my journey, just like you are. But, look we are here now. That is what matters. We’re here together, trying to rebuild what we had.”

Marshall nodded, his tension easing as he pulled her into a hug. “I don’t mean to make it a big deal. I just…we are trying us again and I know you have a past and I do to.”

“It’s ok. I am here with you now. Let’s focus on that.”

Marshall pulled away and began walking throughout the apartment. Every corner seemed to tell a story, and as he moved though the space, he felt a sense of connection to Y/N’s life. It was a reminder of the woman he fell in love with and the journey she’d been on. He stopped in front of a wall adorned with frame photographs. Mostly travel pictures and a few of people. There were photos, paintings and all types of memorabilia. His eyes scanned the collection, lingering on each piece. Suddenly, something familiar caught his eye. There, hanging among other frames, was the vinyl he signed all those years ago. The Eminem Show with his autograph hung.

Marshall stepped closer, a smile spreading over his features.

“To Y/N, with all my love. Marshall.”

He remembered the day he signed it. They were friends, jumping through hoops to not admit their feelings. It was her mother’s record that she stole, and it looked like it hadn’t changed besides the love from all the years ago.

Y/N saw him look at it. Then his eyes looked over to the next framed photograph, it was them at Y/N’s first art show and another one of them together. She had pictures of him in her apartment…the apartment she shared with her ex-girlfriend. Y/N still had pictures of them hanging.

“You remember that?” she said coming up to stand in front of the wall.

“We were just friends when I signed that,” he whispered, looking over. “I didn’t think you would frame it.”

“Told you, I keep things that I love. It’s a reminder of how we started. Even with everything that’s happened, those memories are still important to me.”

“You had these pictures hung for five years and you still never reached out.”

Y/N sighed. “That’s a lie. I emailed you to thank you for the birthday presents.”

“That does not count. You walk past this wall few times a day and you still never talked to me.”

“I look at that wall every day and think about how we will be together. Look at us now.”

He nodded. “You thought about me every day?”

“Every single day. There was not a day that goes by that don’t think about you. You’ve always been a part of my life, Marshall. That’s never changed even when we were apart.”

He leaned in and kissed her softly, feeling a surge of gratitude for the second chance they were giving each other. “Thank you for that.”

“Want to go for a walk around the neighbourhood? Get some lunch?”

“Sure,” he said.

-

They spent the day in domestic bliss. They made dinner together, ate together, showered together and went to bed together…domestic bliss. They were almost back to their old selves. Sharing laughs and stories as they fell back in love with one another.

The following day they spent hanging out before getting ready for the art event. Y/N was wearing a two-piece suit that was risqué but elegant at the same time. It was black with dress pants that were flowy with a vest exposing her arms. Her hair was pulled in low bun as she applied heavier eye makeup and a chain necklace that was a gift from Marshall from years ago.

He commented on and she smiled telling him it was one her favourite pieces to wear. She looked amazing with her heels and elegance. She was masculine, but feminine at the same time.

Marshall wore black pants, a tee with a leather jacket and chain. He was dressed down compared to her but that Marshall. He wore what he wanted when he wanted.

Y/N came out of the bathroom, seeing him sitting on the couch. He had a Red Bull in his hands as his knee bounced.

“Wow,” he said with a breath. “When did you trade in dresses for a suit?” he chuckled.

"When I became a feminist,” she stated, “twenty-six years ago. It’s nice. I hate wearing dresses to these events as you either look too elegant or too slutty. Therefore, I pretend I am a man, so no one cares what I dress in.” He chuckled as she grabbed her clutch off the counter.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice low.

Y/N nodded, a smile spreading across her face. “Yeah, let’s go.”

They arrived at the gallery, the place buzzing with energy and excitement. The red carpet was rolled, and photographers were already snapping pictures of the arriving guests. As soon as Y/N and Marshall stepped out of the car, the flashes intensified.

It could be due to Eminem showing up to an art gallery exhibition party or the fact that Y/N was a big name is the art word these days. However, the photographers were having a field day.

“Just ignore them. Let’s go,” Marshall whispered in her ear trying to get them to walk down the carpet to the entrance, but Y/N stood still.

“They are here for me, Marshall. Not you.”

Right…it hit him. She was a celebrity in the art world. He wrapped his arm around her waist, posing together as they smiled for the cameras. He was not a fan of the scene but did it for her. Eventually, they got into the gallery.

The atmosphere was even more electrifying. Guests mingled, admiring the art that adorned the walls. Y/N’s pieces were prominently displayed, and she felt a surge of pride seeing her work appreciated by so many.

“Y/N!” she heard her name, and she turned around, spotting Geneva. She wore a beautiful Vivienne Westwood dress. Her long silver hair was down, and she wandered over to Y/N. Geneva was tall with an air of elegance and authority. She hugged Y/N warmly and turned to Marshall.

“You must be Marshall,” she beamed. “Y/N has said so much about you.”

Marshall shook her hand. “We met about five years ago-“

“Yes, the one who would not let me buy her art,” Geneva said.

Marshall chuckled. “Yeah, anyway Y/N has been so successful, and I am so proud,” he said looking down to his girl.

“Yes, she is an incredible artist. We have been planning this event for weeks and Y/N has been so excited especially with you visiting,” she said.

Y/N chuckled, and they began to chat about the art around them. Marshall stayed quiet, knowing nothing about art as he glanced around. Y/N and Geneva continued to chat.

“Look at this sexy motherfucker,” a voice said from their left. They turned their heads and Marshall instantly recognised the woman walking up. Mullet, green eyes and she was tall and muscular…she was masculine in her own two-toned suits that was less sexy than Y/N’s and definitely was titled as man’s suit. However, as Aemma wore it, she looked amazing.

Her voice was low and British, sultry and rustic but beautiful. She grinned at Y/N and walked past Marshall, hugging his girl.

Y/N took a step from Marshall, eloping the female in a hug.

“How are you doing, love?” she whispered in her ear pulling away, squeezing her hand.

“Good! I am good,” Y/N said. “How are you?”

“Good. Look at all this art. So beautiful,” she said as she looked around.

Marshall looked at Y/N, unsure what to do and Y/N looked at him. “Aemma, this is Marshall. Marshall, Aemma,” she introduced.

Aemma put her hand out and Marshall took it. “The famous Eminem,” she stated. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” he said lowly. However, Aemma looked back at Y/N and smiled.

“Gosh, look at this suit. Sexy, sexy, sexy. I just want to eat you up,” she hummed with a chuckle.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You’re a doll, thank you. How’s London?”

“Busy, but good. I am writing away about the celebrities and the fashion. Hot gossip is all I know these days. It’s different from the political side and news side. It’s a lot more fun. Freeing too, ya know. Like, I can have my opinions and be free with my work.”

Y/N nodded, smiling. “Glad to hear. I know you worried about the drama and all.”

“It’s not too bad. British pop culture is less dramatic than American.”

“You write about celebrities?” he asked, breaking his silence.

“Yes, you must hate me,” she joked. “However, this world loves drama.”

Marshall awkwardly laughed and nodded his head. He did indeed hate journalists and now he hated Aemma just a little more.

“Funny,” Y/N said, and Marshall shoved his hands into his pocket. “I hate drama.”

“Well, that makes you unusual which I love,” Aemma said as she took two flutes of champagne off a tray a waiter had and handed one to Y/N.

Y/N accepted the champagne flute with a smile, her eyes briefly meeting Marshall’s before she turned back to Aemma. “Thanks, Aemma.”

Aemma raised her glass. “To your amazing exhibit and all the success that’s coming your way.”

“To the future,” Y/N echoed, clinking her glass with Aemma’s. She then turned to Marshall, who was watching the interaction with a guarded expression. “You want something to drink, M?”

“Sure,” Marshall said. “I’ll go get something.”

Marshall walked off but kept glancing back to see Aemma and Y/N standing together. Aemma watched him leave, then turned to Y/N with a wistful smile. “He’s really protective of you, isn’t he?” she commented.

Y/N nodded, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “Yeah, he is. He’s been through a lot, and I think it makes him more guarded.”

Aemma’s eye softened as she looked at Y/N. “I can see that. He really loves you though.”

Y/N smiled, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “I know. I love him too.”

Aemma took a step closer, her voice gentle as she leaned into her ear. “I miss you, you know. We had something special.”

Y/N looked down, feeling a pang of guilt. “I miss you too, Aemma. You were a big part of my life.”

Aemma reached out, her hand brushing against Y/N’s arm. “It’s hard seeing you with him. But I can’t deny that he looks at you like you’re the only person in the world.”

Y/N’s eyes met Aemma’s, and she could see the genuine emotion in her eyes. “Aemma, I never wanted to hurt you. Our time together meant so much to me.”

Aemma smiled sadly, her fingers tracing a pattern on Y/N’s sleeve. “I know. And I don’t regret any of it. But seeing you with Marshall, I can tell me truly loveS you. It’s written all over his face.”

Y/N swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s been difficult, trying to balance everything. I care about both of you.”

Aemma nodded, understanding in her eyes. “I get it. And I want you to be happy, Y/N. Even if it means being with him. I want the best for you.”

Y/N felt tears prick at the corner of her eyes. “Thank you, Aemma. That means a lot.”

Aemma took a deep breath, forcing a smile. “Just promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?” Y/N asked, her voice trembling.

“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself,” Aemma said, her voice sincere. “And that you’ll let yourself be happy.”

Y/N nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. “I promise.” Aemma wiped the tear.

“Don’t cry. You’re too pretty to cry.” Y/N smiled give Aemma a warm hug before pulling away. She rubbed her back before pressing a kiss to Y/N’s cheek. “I will always love you in some way.”

Y/N nodded. “Likewise.”

They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared history hanging in the air. Aemma finally stepped back, giving Y/N a small, sad smile. “I should go mingle. It’s your big night, after all.”

Marshall watched the whole interaction, and he could tell that Aemma still loved Y/N a lot. However, he grabbed his drink from the bartender before turning back to see Y/N in front of him.

“Hey,” he hummed, and Y/N wrapped her arms around him. “Everything ok?”

“Just had a moment with Aemma, but its all good. She just means a lot to me as a friend and a person I shared a life with.”

He nodded. “You good then?”

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with determination. “I am. I love you, Marshall. I really do and I am here for you always.”

Marshall smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I love you too, Y/N. Its all good. Let’s enjoy the rest of the night.”

-

Aemma was affectionate. Absolutely, over the top affectionate to Y/N and as the night went on Marshall’s patience was wearing thin. She did not leave her alone and she would find any excuse to touch Y/N. Marshall was affectionate and he loved Y/N, but he would never display that level of PDA in front of people. Sure, he would hold her hand and lean in for a kiss on the cheek but Aemma…Y/N would tell a joke and she would grip onto Y/N’s arm, or she would lean super close, brushing her lips to Y/N’s ear.

Marshall had to trust Y/N. However, he was getting angry. Y/N warned him that Aemma was a flirt. She had the looks and the confidence, and she had a history with Y/N. They were once friends just like Marshall and her.

However, as the night continued, Marshall’s patience wore thin. He could feel his temper rising with each passing minute. Aemma was there…constantly, giving no time to Y/N and Marshall. She was always around Y/N.

He leaned into Y/N. “I am going outside for a breather,” he said, and she nodded.

“Everything ok?”

“Just overwhelmed.”

Y/N nodded as he walked away. Aemma watched Marshall leave and turned to Y/N.

“You can’t keep touching me like that, Aemma,” Y/N stated as she looked at her old friend. “As much as I love it, Marshall gets weird with that especially now that we are back together. He is insecure about us. Always have.”

Aemma nodded, taking a step away from Y/N. “I did not realise. However, is that healthy?”

“I don’t know if anything about Marshall and I is healthy, but I want us to work.”

Aemma sighed. “You two were so toxic though-“

“We aren’t anymore. We went through trauma and needed each other more than anything-“

“He loves you more than you love him.”

“Aemma,” Y/N sighed. “I love him.”

“I will lay off the touching,” she said with a smile. “Which is going to be weird.”

“I know but do it not for him but for me.”

“Anything for you,” she hummed, winking at her.

Marshall came back in walking to Y/N and wrapping an arm around her waist and she looked up. “I told Aemma to stop touching me,” she told him. “I know its bothering you.”

He nodded. “Thank you.”

-

The night was a success and Y/N was a little tipsy but she was fine as they got home. Marshall opened the door as Y/N came in, taking her heels off and rolling her head back to crack her back.

“Heels really fuck your back up,” she stated as she walked to the kitchen to grab a drink of water.

“I don’t know how you wear those,” Marshall said as he followed her and leaned against her counter. “Aemma,” he began, “was affectionate,” he decided on a word.

Y/N sighed. “I know. Are you ok?”

Marshall nodded then sighed. “She was really close. Like she,” he sighed, “fuck, Y/N it was clear she is still in love with you.”

“Marshall,” she tried.

“I’m not ok,” he finally came to the conclusion. “How could I be? Watching her all over you like that…it’s…it’s too much.”

“What do you want me to do?” Y/N whispered. “She is not leaving my life.”

“Move to Detroit. Put us first. Move in with me. Let us have a life. Fuck,” he said. “I want us to happen. I want us to be serious. If this fucking chick is here, visiting you, touching you-“

“So, it is about Aemma?”

“Why can’t we have a happy ever after? I want someone to grow old with and I am fucking old already. Do I need to wait another five years? It just…I looked at you and Aemma and she was just there and you allowed her-“

“Marshall, she is part of my life.”

"And I want to be part of your life and I want you part of mine.”

“I am,” she said leaning closer to him. “Marshall, you can’t get all territorial of me. You need to trust me.”

“I just want you in Detroit. Call me selfish, but I can’t do this flying constantly. Will you ever move to Detroit?”

“Yes.”

“When?” he begged. “Another five years? Ten? When you’re ready to retire…I’ll be dead.”

“Marshall,” she said pinching her nose. Taking a deep breath she looked up. “I don’t want to sacrifice my career on something that I don’t know will last. We weren’t even together for a year.”

“Because you chose Columbia. You are choosing this job. You are choosing this city, this apartment, this life. Chose me for once as I am sick of being on the bottom of your list.” He then shrugged. “Do you even fucking love me? Because this is not love.”

Y/N felt a wave of pain and frustration wash over her. How could he say something like that? She placed her glass of water down on the counter and took a step closer to Marshall, looking him straight in the eyes.

“Marshall, I do love you. More than you know. But asking me to give up everything I’ve worked for is not fair. My career, my dreams – they’re a part of me…of who I am. I can’t just throw them away.”

Marshall shook his head, clearly still upset. “So, what am I then? Just an option?”

Y/N was getting exhausted by all of this. She rolled her head back and took a loud and obnoxious big breath before whispering, “I agreed to get back together if we didn’t fight like we used to, that we would not be toxic and that we would be ok with long distance.”

Marshall’s expression softened, but the tension in his eyes remained. “I know, I know,” he quietly said. “But it’s so fucking hard, Y/N. Seeing Aemma with you tonight just brought all my insecurities to the surface. I don’t want to fight, I just…I want us to work.”

“And we will. We need to trust each other, and we have to work through this together. Long distance is tough, but it’s not impossible.” She took another step, closing the distance between them. She placed her hand on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart beneath her fingers. She looked up. “I love you.”

“I want us to build a life and not just visit you in another city.”

“I understand that,” Y/N softly said. “I want that too, someday. But, right now this is where I need to be. For my career, for my dreams. It does not mean I love you any less.”

He sighed, rolling his head back. “I need you. Home. With me. In Detroit,” he said it very bluntly.

Y/N saw just how much he’s hurting. She did have Daniel with the job opportunity. She could move to Detroit. She could but that could end everything with Geneva and the gallery. She was well established in New York and if she moved to Detroit, her income could be heavily impacted. There was a inner debtate.

Y/N patted his chest a few times and cleared her throat. “Marshall,” she tried.

“Just tell me. New York first.”

“I think you’re being dramatic and you’re being very controlling. You’re set on your own ways. You’re putting your happiness first. However, I will contact Daniel and see what the opportunity in Detroit would be like. I don’t even know if he would hire me.”

What did she want? New York City…her life, her reputation, her career…or Marshall? A life with him. Y/N had no idea what to pick. However, she pinched her nose and whispered, “I am going to take a shower.”

Marshall watched as she walked away. How could he take her words? She was right…he was being selfish, he was putting his needs, wants, desires and happiness first. However, he could not move to New York City. He could not leave Detroit.

“Why do we fight, Y/N?” he said after a while. “Why doesn’t the universe allow us to just be happy?” he said moments later. “Why can’t we have happiness.”

“I don’t know, Marshall,” she whispered turning around in the apartment. “All I know is that I love you. I want you. I need you. I desire us. I adore us. I want us to be end game.” Then Y/N turned to look at him and he stood a metre apart and she sighed. “I will move to Detroit. I will rent this apartment out until I can sell it. I won’t move in, but I will live close. I will chase the job at that gallery with Daniel the owner. I will put us first because you’re you and I am me and we are meant to be together,” Y/N admitted.

“I can’t give you marriage or babies,” he stated. “However, I promise I will love you until I take my last breath. Then I will find you in our next lifetime and I hope it will be easier. In that lifetime, I will meet you, I will fall in love with you, I will marry you and give you as many children as you want, and we will grow old together and be buried next to each other. However, in this lifetime we are just two people trying their best to love and I don’t know why we deserve that because we are good people.”

Y/N ran, she ran across the room and wrapped her arms around his neck before her hands grasped his cheeks, bringing his lips to hers. Marshall allowed it, leaning down and giving all his will power and love to her as their kiss became passionate, needy and wanting.     He walked backwards, pushing her as they walked to her bedroom. Their hands moved effortlessly through one another, ridding clothes and stepping out of them leaving them naked in front of each other. Y/N pulled away as the back of her legs touched the end of her bed. They stared at one another with such love, adoration and devotion. She cupped his cheek, looking up at him through her lashes. Her eyes glimmered with hope and need as she pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Forever?” she whispered.

“Forever and always,” he agreed. Then she kissed him with everything she had.            

Till death do them part.

-

Yay! The series is over. Hope you all enjoyed it. I had so much fun writing it. I am thinking of doing a epilogue, but we shall see.

Additionally, I would like to say that I am opening my inbox to requests as I would love to write more Marshall Mathers/Eminem fanfiction. Let me know your thoughts!

Thanks!

Much love,

Ava <3

[jessicaloons]

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince:

Chapter 1

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Miss Americana

May 2019:

"And you’re sure you can handle it? I mean working here and college?" Peter Hastings was a nice, middle aged man, looking for a new nanny for his 6 year old son, Gabriel.

"I’ll wake him up at 7:15. Make breakfast and get him ready for school, drop him off at 8:30 and go to my classes. At 3 I’ll pick him up. Help him with his homework. Soccer on Monday and Wednesday. Piano lesson on Tuesday. Prepare dinner. Make him bed ready and then you’ll take over. Monday till Thursday. Fridays I’ll pick him up at 12. We’re going to the park, museum, zoo whatever. Have lunch and I’ll bring him home by 4, where you take over. And if you need a babysitter on the weekends, you’ll call me." Rachel repeated the schedule Mr. Hastings had presented her with, hoping he would hire her.

"Impressive. Well your report looks great, I understand why you’ve got a scholarship for the MCPHS. I’d say you’ve got the job." Mr. Hastings smiled at the girl.

"Thank you, Sir! Really!"

"Gabriel liked you, you have strong ambitions. I think you’re perfect. Now let’s talk money, shall we?" he clapped his hands and Rachel nodded.

With a full scholarship and a well paid job that still gave her enough time for her studies, she could start saving up money to get the hell out of Woburn, after graduating from college with her nursing degree hopefully.

"I know this was not what you applied for, but I’ll ask anyways, if you say no, you’ll still keep your job starting in fall!" her new boss said and she looked up "My current nanny, well she left, family emergency, so I would need someone from now on, during the summer until you’ll take over at the end of August. I know, you just graduated and probably already planned your summer, but I thought I ask anyways. Again, feel free to say no, the job is yours regardless. It’s only one more month of school and then it’s… well a full day job, I’m off for the entire August, but before that I’m loaded with events here and there…"

"I’ll do it." Rachel said immediately, every reason to leave Woburn earlier was a good reason.

"Yeah? You sure? I mean like I said, you don’t have to!" Mr. Hastings said but the girl shook her head.

"No it’s fine. Really. I have nothing planned. And like this I can get used to Boston."

"You can stay here. Our old nanny has her own studio in the backyard. That way you don’t have to drive every morning from Woburn to here."

"Are you sure? It’s no problem for me to drive!"

"With traffic in the morning you’ll be in the car for an hour or longer. That’s ridiculous. Come on I’ll show you the studio. You could even stay there when you start college. Thinking back to my college times? The dorms weren’t the nicest place to stay." he laughed and got up, leading the young girl outside through the kitchen.

"I mean. I haven’t seen my dorm yet… but from what I’ve heard, yeah, not the nicest place to stay indeed."

The studio was clean and modern. A kitchenette, a table with two chairs. Sofa, TV and a bed. A little bathroom. It was definitely more quiet and private than any dorm at her college.

"Are you sure it’s okay?" the girl asked.

"100%. It’s yours if you want it. Free of charge. You just have to keep it clean yourself. And if you want to bring friends over, just give me a little heads up."

Free of charge. The money she would safe. Only paying the tuition fee. The rest of her scholarship could go into her savings as well. She could leave home earlier than planned. It couldn’t get better than this.

"I guess I’m moving in then."

November 2021:

Rachel always dreaded driving home. The rare occasions over the past 2 years where she had driven home were all proof why it was better to stay away. But something in her father’s voice when he asked her if she would come home for his birthday gave her the chills. When she parked her car in the driveway of her rundown childhood home, she felt the pit in her stomach grow. Calming down her nerves she opened up the door, walking inside. The house smelt rancid. A mix of liquor, smoke and bleach.

"Dad?" the girl walked inside the dark living room when suddenly the light got switched on. She flinched looking at the man sitting in the armchair facing her.

"If it’s not Miss Americana fresh off of college." Tony.

"Where’s my dad?" her voice not as strong as she hoped.

"Come." he got up and dragged her outside with him.

"Stop. Tony! Let go of me!" Rachel tried to get away from him.

"Get in the car. You can do it on your own or I’ll make you." his jaw clenched.

The girl got inside. Shaking.

"Where’s my dad?" she repeated.

"Your dad… he pissed off a lot of people… he was a capo once… but his drinking? Mamma Mia… he became useless the day your mother died… fallen from capo to soldato… and now? A shame really…" he sneered.

"What did he do?" Rachel asked with a shaking voice.

"Oh bella, you know I can’t tell you. Otherwise I’d have to kill you. And I really don’t want to kill such a pretty girl." he laughed and the girl swallowed hard "Just know that he owes a lot of people a lot of money…"

They drove to Winchester and the girl knew immediately where they were going.

"When was the last time you were here? When your mother died?" he asked, although he didn’t sound one bit empathetic "A long time ago… then again, it’s never a good sign if you have to go to Winchester… our family parties are usually held somewhere else…"

The driveway up the hill to the dark manor made Rachel’s insides churn.

"Get out." Tony parked the car and she did as told, following him inside.

"Oh Rachel! Mia bellissima ragazza! Look at you! What a beautiful, beautiful young lady! You should look for a girl like her, Anthony, not the skanks you’re going for." Rosaria Romano pulled Rachel in her arms, before kissing her cheeks "The last time I saw you was before you left for college and now look at you! You’re skinny! Don’t they feed you well at college? All the money they take and then not feeding their students? Che cavolo! You’re staying for dinner! Anthony, tell your father I’m feeding this sweet girl first, before he can talk to her!"

"Mamma! She’s not here to eat!" Tony grabbed the girls arm, but he shrugged away under the cold, hard gaze of his mother. He rolled his eyes, walking away, cursing in Italian.

"Now come, mia ragazza, you can help me with dinner." Rosaria lead her into the kitchen where already a handful of women were cooking away "Here, put that on. We don’t want your beautiful outfit to get stained with pomodori!"

The next hour Rachel cooked together with the ladies, told them about college and how her life was going. She knew all too well that she couldn’t tell them everything. Giving away too much was dangerous, so she lied mostly.

"And what about the boys at college? Someone special there for you?" nonna Viola asked right as Tony came back.

"She’s coming with me now." he grabbed Rachel’s arm, pulling her with him. A muscle ticked at his jaw. His hold on her arm made her whimper in pain.

"Anthony! You hurt her! Stop! Don’t make me swing my mattarello at you!" nonna Viola raised her rolling pin and Anthony let go of the girls arm "There you go, stupido!"

"Come." he glared at the girl who took off the apron, handing it Rosaria.

"When the men have finished whatever their having to talk about now, we’re finishing our conversation, Rachel." she smiled and Rachel nodded.

As she followed Tony down a long, dark hallway the bad feeling she had, since hearing her father’s voice on the phone earlier that day, only intensified.

When they stopped in front of a big oak door Tony pushed Rachel hard against it, caving her in. His nose rubbing down her cheek. His breath reeked of smoke and liquor.

"You won’t like what’s happening next and let me tell you, I understand you. But then again… mhhh look at you." he whispered in her ear, making the girl shudder "My mother wasn’t that wrong, I should go for a girl like you…"

"Anthony?" Don Vito’s cold voice rang out through the door.

"We’re here, papa!" Tony said with a sadistic grin.

"Bring her in then. We have a lot to do."

January 2022:

"Miss Lombardi? Miss Lombardi!" the screeching voice of Professor Cullers made Rachel flinch "Ah great. You are with us again… well, do you know the answer, to Miss Edwards question?"

"I- umm… I don’t. No." the girl looked at her professor "Sorry."

"Maybe stop daydreaming then and start listening to what I’m teaching you."

"Yes, ma’am." she nodded.

The rest of the class Rachel kept writing down everything Professor Cullers said, listening carefully and when the bell rang she was one of the last to leave.

"What’s going on with you?" Stuart asked, waiting at the door for her.

"What do you mean?" they walked side by side to their next course.

"You’re absent. Pretty often. For weeks now…"

"It’s nothing. I’m fine. I promise." Rachel faked a smile and Stuart sighed.

"Ok, cut the crap. What’s going on? Since you left for your father’s birthday a couple of weeks ago, you’re acting strange… what happened at home Rachel?" he looked at her and she took a deep breath, shaking her head.

Stuart was the only friend she made in college, he didn’t talk much, but there was a sense of understanding between the two after she accidentally overheard a conversation between him and a stranger behind the cafeteria one day. Rachel since knew that their backstory was similar and that he broke off all ties to his old life. He would understand her, if she told him what happened. But then again, she knew that she might endanger him if she told him too much.

"How hard was it? Leaving everything behind? Cutting off all ties to your family?" she asked instead and Stuart contemplated his answer for a moment.

"It wasn’t easy, that’s for sure. But I had to do it, so I powered through…"

"But I mean… how did you do it? Where did you get your new identity from? What happened to your old one?" the blonde girl pressed.

"I know a guy who knows a guy… but it costs a lot… also, starting a new life somewhere new isn’t for free either."

Rachel thought for a second, all the money she saved from her scholarship so far, because she only had to pay for the tuition fee and work materials. All the money she saved from working for Peter, which she barely had touched. It was a nice little sum and should keep her afloat for a while.

"Why are you asking me all this? What happened?" Stuart asked again and Rachel sighed "You can tell me, Rach. Nothing you can say will scare me away… I know how you grew up… I know how it is… so come on, tell me."

"I need to leave. Like for real… I always planned on moving to Boston after college, but they won’t let me… I only have time after graduation and then my old life will catch up with me again… I will be pulled into this mess that my life is if I don’t run away." Rachel almost whispered and her friend looked at her wide eyed "They wanted me to leave college immediately but I managed to convince them that a nurse with a degree and all qualifications is more helpful, more useful for them, so they agreed, but as soon as I graduate they will take me back to Woburn or rather Winchester… I can’t go back, Stuart…"

"And you shouldn’t have to go back, but Rach this is a dangerous thing to do? Killing off your old self, start a new life… it’s going to cost you more than just money…" Stuart said and Rachel nodded.

"I’m willing to do whatever it takes…" the young girl said determined.

"Then I’ll help you. But it won’t be easy…"

"Everything is better than staying here…"

"I need to make a few calls, then we’ll see." Stuart smiled at her.

"Thanks Stu. You’re a good friend." Rachel squeezed his hand.

"I’m currently your only friend… so that’s that."

"True…"

April 2022:

"Rachel? There’s a letter for you!"

"Thanks, Peter!" the girl took the letter from the counter, while stirring the pasta sauce "Waterman and Krieger? What is that?" she asked when she saw the sender of the letter.

"They’re a law firm. Inheritance law if I’m not mistaken." Peter looked up from his newspaper.

"Inheritance law?" Rachel ripped the envelope open, unfolding the letter. She went silent, staring at the letter, the pasta sauce bubbling.

"Rach? Hey? Rach?" Peter grabbed the sauce pan and shoved it off the stove top "What happened?" he looked at the girl worriedly.

"My- umm… my mom… she left me some money…" Rachel said slowly, looking at Peter "They write that mom set up a trust fund for me before her death. I have access to the money when I turn 21. Which is in three months."

"Oh wow…" Peter squeezed her shoulder "Do you need a moment? I can finish up dinner and I’ll send Gabe to get you when it’s ready?"

"Is that okay?" the brunette asked and he nodded "Thank you."

Back in her studio she looked at the letter and saw that there was also another smaller envelope inside. She knew the handwriting immediately.

My sweet Rachel,

when you read this letter it means I am no longer around to gift you with my last treasure.

Every money I earned from winning beauty pageants and later from working and that wasn’t needed, I put aside for you.

I know you’re a smart girl and every college would offer you a full scholarship, but just to make sure that if not, we have the money.

I never told your dad about this money, I was too afraid that he would use it. Your father is a great man and I love him dearly. But he’s surrounded himself with the wrong people, they poisoned his mind. And over time he had to drink more and more to forget what he had to do daily for Don Vito.

Please don’t tell him about the money. Keep it to yourself. It’s enough for a fresh start, if you know what I mean.

I’m sorry, that I couldn’t be by your side for longer. That I couldn’t give you the home that you deserved.

Promise me to live a good life. Go live your dreams. But please never forget that I love you, my little Miss Americana.

Love always,

Mom

Rachel leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes. When her mother died, she felt lost, didn’t know how to move forward, didn’t know how to continue with her life. Her father lost himself in alcohol, maybe even drugs. He disappeared for days, just to be laid down on the front porch by some of the men he worked with and for Rachel to get him inside, making sure he wouldn’t choke on his own vomit. She knew what he was doing. She knew who he worked for. From the day she was born she was part of a world she never wanted to be in, as she later realised. Movies and pop culture didn’t do this life justice. It wasn’t glorious or mysterious. It was scary and dark. Where other kids her age went to school and made new friends Rachel always had to stick to the kids from the family. To make sure she wouldn’t spill anything about her father’s work. Her mother had to fight hard with her husband to allow her to take Rachel to beauty pageants, after the little girl watched her mother getting dolled up for numerous pageants herself and wanting to be just like her when she was older. Rachel was talented, just like her mother. Her beauty apparent from a young age and it didn’t take long for her to win her first pageant. She loved competing in pageants. But what she loved even more was the time she spent with her mother. She was always so carefree and happy at the contests, a stark contrast to her usually quiet and almost depressed personality at home. She was always trying to not show Rachel how sad and worried she really was, but unfortunately it didn’t work out and Rachel had asked her more than once what was going on and why she was so sad.

"It’s nothing, my little Miss Americana, grown up stuff, nothing to worry about for you, my pretty girl." she had always said, followed by a kiss on Rachel’s forehead and a "I love you, my Rachel."

But with every year she got older she figured out more and more why her mother was so sad. And why the only times she was happy, careless and free, was when they went to pageants together. Because for a short while she could forget in what danger she was living with her daughter. What her husband did for a living. And the fear of the day where she, or worse Rachel, would have to pay the price of her husband’s job.

Ultimately she paid the price. After Rachel won the Miss Teen USA pageant in September 2016, and she had floated on cloud 9, her mother decided she deserved a treat and on the way home from Boston, where the pageant was held, she stopped at a little diner.

Rachel remembered how her mother ordered a strawberry milkshake and fries, she herself got a chocolate milkshake and fries and as soon as their food had arrived her mother looked around, a big grin on her lips before she nodded.

"No one’s watching… go!" she chimed and began dipping her fries into her milkshake.

Rachel laughed but did the same. Her father was always grossed out when his wife and daughter did that, laughing at them for their craziness, saying they better watch out or the food police would arrest them.

They were so happy that evening, her mother saying a million times how proud she was of her and what amazing and exciting times were ahead now for Rachel. But that happiness was gone in an instant when 2 men entered the dinner and her mother’s face turned to stone. She stopped laughing and looked at her daughter, shaking her head. To not draw any attention to them she silently held up her hand when the waitress looked over to them, signalling for her to come over. Paying in silence Rachel’s mother took her by the hand, guiding her outside, back into the car where she locked to doors immediately, starting the engine. She remembered how her mother called her father, telling him that two of Volkov’s men were at the diner. But before she could say anything she looked into the rear view mirror, her face turning pale when she told her husband that they were being followed. It didn’t take long for her mother to speed down the main road leading into Woburn, faster than ever before in her entire life. On speaker Rachel’s father telling her that their men were already on the way. But it was too late. She felt her mother grab onto her hand, clutching it tightly in her own, when the car was hit with something and soared through the air. She closed her eyes, holding onto the grab handle, listening to the sounds around her, when a searing pain shot through her left thigh. The pain was mind numbing and she tried her best to not focus on it. She tried to listen to the sounds around her but after a short while she only heard her own blood rushing into her ears. Then she felt her mother squeezing her hand and she opened her eyes, her first look was on the bright digital watch in the dashboard, then her mother squeezed her hand again and Rachel turned her head a little, looking at her.

"I’m so sorry, my beautiful Rachel. I love you so much." her final words as Rachel later had to find out.

After that night her father was never the same again. After that night Rachel was never the same again. She had to stay in the hospital for a couple of days, the doctors all confident that with the right care the wound on her right thigh, caused by an open break of her femur, would heal without leaving a big scar, so she could still compete in beauty pageants. But to her it didn’t matter. Without her mother she didn’t plan on continuing. And because of her not responding to any of the calls, mails or letters from the Miss Teen USA committee, regarding her upcoming tour through the United States, they stripped her off her title 6 weeks later, appointing her runner up, Caitlyn Summers, as new Miss Teen USA 2016.

Rachel absentmindedly rubbed her thigh, feeling the scarred skin through the thin fabric of her leggings. A reminder of the night that changed her life forever. That destroyed her life forever. She had to blink away tears, wiping her cheeks when Gabe knocked on the door, making her flinch.

"Rach! Dinner is ready!" his happy voice sounded through the door and the young girl cleared her throat.

"I’m coming in a minute Gabe!" she replied and listened to the sound of his steps on the gravel.

Rachel got up and looked into the mirror, wiping away the last remaining tears. It had been a while since she thought back to that night. The memories still too hurtful and real. After a minute of composure she followed Gabe back into the main house trying her best to not show the emotional turmoil she was feeling.

When Rachel went to bed that night she felt exhausted, drained, but also determined. Determined to escape her life in Woburn. Or Winchester. Escape her family. Live a happy life, just like her mother wanted her to. She would honour her mother’s last wish, give her all to do so. No matter what.

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[weaselle]

My perfect day is…

i want to wake up around 6:30 and snuggle someone, have coffee over parallel-play style Gentle Mentals [as in an activity that provides gentle mental stimulation, for example scrolling social media, reading a newspaper, finishing last nights chapter in the book you’re reading, doing a crossword puzzle etc]

Then trade cooking breakfast and clean up with shower times [A showers while B cooks, then B showers while A does final cook phase, plates breakfast and does clean up, and we trade off who is A and who is B depending on how we feel about cooking or cleaning- and when i'm B i'm for sure going to do be doing some breakfasts that are clean as you go finishers so my partner gets a little No Clean Up Surprise some mornings]

Then we eat, dress, and i Clock On For Myself [as an entrepreneur which i am currently trying again because i would really like my own little enterprise instead of working to make other people's dreams come true]

I'd love to spend work time with a partner, either just in the business partnership sense with someone, or with my romantic partner, who could also be my business partner if they were into that like i am, but even if we were just each doing our own work, i’d love to work with my romantic partner even just in a parallel-play sense. Like, even if i have no business partner AND my romantic partner is not my business partner, and i am just hard at work for myself as a small business entrepreneur, then in an ideal world i would like at least part of our workday to be sharing space in some way, just, to feed off each other’s getting-shit-done vibes if nothing else. But it would be nice to be able to idk, complain about a tough client, or brag about a workday accomplishment to each other, maybe eat lunch together or something)

Finish up the day in time to have an afternoon/evening shift for self, i.e. go to the gym, go to a dance class, do a big cooking dinner thing, run errands, whatever.

Have at least an hour of recreation time with partner in the evening. Snuggles and books or a show/movie in bed for favorite. Sleep by 10:30

And then days off where we lean into the romance of the moment.

Uh, you know, when you Lean Into the Romance of the Moment?

Like, if it’s raining, then we we're probably gonna do candles and books and tea or hot cocoa and listen to the rain on the roof, or light a fire in the fireplace and eat stew and binge watch something under the blankets on the couch. That’s what i mean by leaning into the romance of the moment, like if it’s morning and we’re super tired from a hard week or a late night, then we do PJs in the cafe and/or the sunglasses indoors brunch, or the wake and bake cartoons and munchies day, really lean into the romance of the hangover sunday vibe. And if it’s nice and we’re feeling it we go road-tripping or backpacking or kayaking or museum hopping or go-cart racing or nature walking or have some kind of Hallmark Holiday Date experience where we, like, go on a bike ride together and then drink hot pumpkin spice drinks while we wander the local farmer’s market. Oh and the Zoo and probably an amusement park and we could pack a day bag and hop a ferry to the city and do some urban exploration. I just. Want a life where i can live comfortably (rent a decent apartment, save for my old age) with a real partnery partner, and do those kinds of things.

ANYway, that’s what i want. Not that weird to do list i made when i first tried this.

[harlowsbby]

Can I request for you to do a urban birthday celebration fic and his girlfriends POV?

Birthday Boy

“Happy Birthday Urban.” You whispered in his ear, he groaned and opened his eyes slowly and smiled sleepily seeing you above him. He smiled softly and lifted his head up a bit, placing a kiss to your lips.

“Good morning baby and thank you baby.” He smiled and went back to closing his eyes making you roll your eyes. “Urban, wake up! You aren’t sleeping in on your birthday we have things to do and people to see.”

Urban groaned and opened his eyes again and looked at you which honestly made you shiver it was something about his piercing gaze that always made you shiver and tremble but in a good way. “Baby.” His voice was rough and hard making you squeeze his legs. “Let me sleep in baby it’s my birthday and I wanna do me.”

You huffed and sat up on his lap Urban opened up his left eye and peaked at you, the pout on your lip and the puppy dog eyes was enough to make him get up. “Alright fine let’s get up and get ready baby.”

“Finally, I got us matching sweatsuits for us to wear today you know it’s mandatory that we dress the same.”

He laughed softly and looked at you in adoration and admiration you were so cute and soft. You bought the both of you two match black sweatsuits that said Wyatt on the back of them, it was also the sweatsuit everyone else was going to be wearing later on tonight, at the birthday party.

“I love them baby, thank you.” “You’re welcome Urban.”

“So what are we doing today?” The two of you were now in the car, you being the passenger princess as always. “Well I made us a lunch reservation at 12 with Sunni and Clay and then a dinner reservation but until that happens we can check out the museum?”

He smiled and nodded, “The museum it is baby.”

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Once the two of you arrived at the museum Urban immediately took out his camera and snapped pictures of anything and everything.

He got a few off guard pictures of you as you watched the fish swimming or when you were admiring all the little children at the museum for a field trip.

He smiled softly watching you show a few of the children how to blow bubbles, there was something about you that made you stand out from every other girl in Kentucky, you weren’t into all the drinking or smoking or partying every Friday and Saturday night. You were more of the staying in and watching movies all day and spending hours at the library and helping out those less fortunate.

You were the girl of Urban’s dream he couldn’t help but to wonder what you’d look like pregnant. Your belly swollen with his child inside made him want to be a father even more.

“Urban!” He was snapped out of his little daze by the sound of your voice. “Yes baby?” “We have to go meet everyone for dinner.”

“Dinner? What happened with lunch baby.” “Well I guess we got so caught up with time that we missed it.” You lied and swung back and forth.

He glared playfully but played along, “Oh is that right baby girl?” You gigged and nodded. “Yes that’s right now let’s go they won’t hold our reservation forever.”

Urban had a feeling you were up to something but he let it go he was excited and thrilled to see what you had planned or was up to.

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The entire car ride to the dinner you were texting Jack nonstop, you noticed Urban glancing or looking at you from the side a few times but he knew you’d never cheat on him so he didn’t think much of it.

You were texting Jack and making sure everyone was there and ready and that everything looked good, you had planned out a Mario themed birthday party for Urban.

“Park right here Urban.” He parked the car and got up and jogged over to your side and opened the door for him. “Thank you baby.” “You’re welcome babe.”

“So where are we going?” “Just put this blindfold on and take my hand.” You placed the blindfold on his hand and led him inside the bar. “Are you planning on killing me? At least let me get a kiss before you do.” You smacked your lips. “Urban, I’m not killing you just shush.”

“So why am I blindfolded?” He argued back. “Because of this.” You took of his blindfold and that’s when everyone jumped out from their hiding spots and screamed “Happy Birthday Urban.”

“What? What’s all this.” He grinned and hugged all of his friends and family that showed up. “It’s your birthday and I had to make it special for you.” He pouted and took your arm pulling you into him. “Thank you baby I appreciate this so much.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips onto yours, he licked your bottom lip and you gladly opened your mouth up a bit letting his tongue battle yours.

“Alright now we didn’t come here to see the two of you fuck we came here to have a good time.” Sunni said making everyone laugh. You rolled your eyes but let up from Urban. “I’m going to go hangout with the guys I’ll be baby.” You nodded and watch him leave.

“Y/N, you want to come sit with us? We need to catch you up on some gossip.” Neelam and Taylor said and you happily made your way over towards them.

While Neelam was ranting on and on about Jack your focus went to Urban who was attempting to catch popcorn in his mouth while his hands were tied behind his back.

You smiled and shook your head at him he was honestly something else at times but you loved how much of a kid he was at heart.

Urban was your everything he was always there when you needed a shoulder to cry on or just someone to talk to. Urban looked up once he felt as if somebody was watching him that’s when he looked to his right when he noticed it was you.

“You good?” He mouthed the worry shown in his facial expressions. “I’m okay.” You mouthed back. He sent you a wink and blew you a kiss which you returned.

“Man you’re such a simp.” Jack came from behind him making Urban flip him off. You giggled and shrugged your shoulders at Urban who was pouting at you. He was a simp but he was your simp and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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[youraverageaemondsimp]

DÉPAYSEMENT // drabble.

Mini drabble of how the reader's life was before she ended up back in the past! chapter seven will be out on Saturday!

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You looked at the clock and it read 3AM, you yawn before closing your laptop, turning off the your phone and closing all the books and notes, before arraging them properly and going to lay on your bed, sleeping hitting you immediately since the day was extremely exhausting.

They gave you a lot of work, understanding the concepts in physics took a lot of work and imagination, it isn't simple at all, and with it accompanied the many numericals you spent past 2 hours solving, practicing and revising.

When a normal person is asked to describe what motion is, they would reply with "oh when something is moving" which isn't wrong but in physics you had to be exactly precise.

"The change of position of an object with respect to time"

Yeah you had no idea why you took up this subject.

You woke up at 6AM, it was a weekend, you had nothing planned so you decided to sleep some more and woke up later at 11AM and got of your bed, making yourself a quick breakfast before going to shower.

You sat down at your desk again, with many post-it notes attached to the wall, and you looked at your notes from the night and chuckled at how messy they looked, before revising them, re doing all the sums you got wrong, you were done with physics and moved on to chemistry and biology.

You had no idea why you decided to take subjects that absolutely had no relation combined together, unless it was a pair. But here you were suffering the consequences.

The entire day was spent studying at your desk, getting up to do other chores inbetween, eating lunch, dinner before you decided you didn't want to pull all nighter again so you slept early.

You planned to go to a museum tomorrow, since it was nearby and you wanted to take your mind off of studying so much, you know it was getting to you when you started dreaming about those physics formulas.

You woke up and it was a Sunday, you quickly got ready and drove to the musuem nearby, it was a 15 minute drive, you parked your car in the underground parking slots before going up, it was big museum, that held everything, the prominent historical pieces of Westeros. It came no surprise to you that it was owened by Targaryens, most of the history was their legacy after all.

You walked inside and took in all the pieces, the statues which were crafted, all the paintings, the jewelry, the weapons, the armor of the time, and you were extremely fascinated with each and everything.

Then you came across the iconic green dress which alicent hightower wore when she silently delcared war, and next to it was rhaenyra's black gown and dragon riding gear. You imagined how funny it is, to have something you wore be put in a museum hundered of years later, your eyes drifted to the next piece to them, the many wine collection cups of Aegon II Targaryen, and the Conqerors crown and the outfit he was coronated in it.

You remember learning about them in highschool, such a tragedy the dance of dragons was which set off the extinction of dragons, who didn't fully go extinct, but rather evolved into smaller beings.

And then your breath hitched in your throat when you spotted a sapphire, placed in the middle of a red cushion, with glass protecting it and you looked at it with awe, you smiled and thought how beautiful it was and then your eye drifted to the painting of the person who owned the sapphire.

Aemond Targaryen, The One-eyed prince, The Kinslayer.

You were caught in a daze like state as you stared at the painting of his, his eye boring in your soul, as if he was able to see you too, the detail of his iris and the sapphire in the art, his accentuated jawline, everything.

You didn't even noticed it but you felt a tear slip down your cheek for an odd reason, which you quickly wiped away, you had gotten something in your eye, a dust speck.

You looked at the clothing which was displayed, it was his riding gear, all black and leather.

And then your eyes trailed off to the painting next to him, your breath caught in your throat as you looked at it.

The depiction of the battle above God's eye.

"So beautiful." You admired the art and the details, how Daemon Targaryen seemed to be jumping from his mount, Aiming his black sister sword at Aemond Targaryen before inevitably shoving it into his goodeye before they both fell into the water.

You didn't know how you felt about it.

The art was beautiful, yes, but for an odd reason, you felt as if you were watching someone you loved dearly die in front of you.

You quickly shrugged off the feeling before moving on and looking at other pieces.

You couldn't avoid the feeling of doom gnawing at your stomach, when you looked at his painting again, your chest tightening before your eyes landed on the sapphire. Eyes darting back and forth as you tried to control your breathing.

It was off-putting.

And so you decided to leave the museum, unable to avoid the feeling of anxiety you felt, as you drove back home. You probably that it was because you had a test tomorrow, and you convinced yourself that was exactly the reason.

When you got home, a small ping alerted you.

A notification.

A text from your classmate.

C1: “They are conducting a time travel experiment next weekend, anyone interested in joining?”

C2: “meh, not really, it has failed so many times before, literally a waste of time.”

You felt delighted at the thought, you knew time travel was impossible but you know you would learn a lot of things if you part took in the experiment, you'd be able to understand the concept of time, if it is ever possible to bend it, you remember Einstein saying that time travel was indeed possible, but only in one direction, which is moving forward, his famous formula confirms it, but going behind? backward? would it even be possible? Of course not! The idea was so silly to you.

You didn't want to pass up an opportunity of learning so with shaky hands, you typed in the message.

“I'm in.”

[unioctopus-draw]

Baby Ruby In Medium-Sized Island Surrounded By A Group Of Gators 🌹🌷🐊

In my redesigned version, I drew a baby Ruby from Angry Birds, surrounded by a crowd of Gators on a medium-sized island in the swamp, but she wasn't afraid.

Here are some seven origins of Ruby, my redesigned Angry Birds character. Let's talk about her origins and others, shall we?

#1: She wasn’t born on the island but on the Mainland.

I know that Red and others were born to live on the island like from the series, movies, and even games. As for her? Ruby was born on the mainland and lived in an orphanage called Iris Mallow’s Orphanage when she was a hatchling. Ruby doesn’t remember her parents after being hatched from the egg before moving to the boarding school at eleven.

#2: Swampville.

Swampville is a city far enough from Iris Mallow’s Orphanage due to the loud noise from the big city where Ruby lives. In Swampville; there’s a beach, a local pool, water parks, Hotels, City Parks, Schools, even boarding schools, a library, Amusement Parks, fun places like bowling, arcades, and others, Kind Of Museums, Shopping Malls, Buffet Restaurants, Music, and Gators.

Yep, that’s right. Swampville had a huge population of wild alligators and crocodiles from this city’s history, surrounding further from the swamp. Every local bird of Swampville knew about it and got used to it. However, they need some safety gear for the hatchling from the dangers such as alligators and crocodiles, even dangerous things for their safety.

#3: Ruby’s Appearance.

Now, I know some digital artist users did draw redesigned or original her appearance. How do my Ruby’s redesigned appearances look? She is a Flower Cardinal bird because I love flowers and they are beautiful. I struggled to draw her whole body almost as detailed as a flower and puffed her feathers. 

I added bangs and redesigned her crest to be similar to Parrot Tulip. I also redesigned her yellow bow to a yellow and orange flower bow even her tail, then I gave her glasses to look cute.

She had flower pattern marks on her face, and on top of her head, it was part of a flower.

I gave her light brown eyes.

#4: Her Personality.

Here’s the list of Ruby’s personality.

Ambivert: It’s a balance between Extrovert and Introvert. Sometimes Ruby will go somewhere like the café, park, or library, go out to eat for lunch or dinner, and even get some groceries. On the other hand, she stays at home reading her favorite book, watching TV, drawing, taking care of her succulent plants, listening to some music or podcast stories; Horror, Comedy, and Fantasy of her favorite genres on her radio, doing a word searches, and cooking for her lunch and dinner.

Shy/Meek: Ruby was timid, she barely talked to someone but didn’t talk much. Ruby is compassionate, every time there are some threats and meets someone she doesn’t know any of them. Ruby will run away or curl up like a ball like a hedgehog if there’s no way out or she doesn't know what she will do.

Bold Risk Taker: Ruby must face the challenge of taking risks and making decisions for herself. She will face the consequences.

#5: Her Childhood

Again, Ruby was born as an Orphan in Iris Mallow’s Orphanage. When she went to the funfair with the Caretaker and other hatchling orphans, it turned out, that Ruby was stranded on a medium-sized island surrounded by a group of alligators in the middle of a swamp. However, she was not afraid of them, just hanging with a group of alligators, even petting them on their head before being recused.

The Caretaker did not know how Ruby ended up stranded on a medium-sized island in the middle of the swamp if no boats were around in this area.

And that’s why she had a stuffed alligator as a gift from the Toymaker who makes toys and stuffed animals as her favorite animal.

#6: Does She Have A Mental Disorder?

Well, for the original one, I don’t know if Ruby had a mental disorder or not. Mine, on the other hand, does have a mental disorder, she was diagnosed with ASD known as Autism Spectrum Disorder.

#7: Does Ruby Have Power Like Others?

Like other Flocks, my Ruby version has power but requires practice. Her superpower is called; Spin Flower Boom (still working on the name of her superpower) just like Bomb and Willow of Explosive and Vortex Spin. She also had elements of magic such as plants, water, fire, air, ice, and spirit. Sometimes, her magic of elements is limited, or she doesn’t use them much unless it’s an emergency.

Fun Facts: I renamed her name from Ruby to Spinel because I don’t know. I just came with her new name.

[abandntravels]

A long day but now for something different. 30 Oct 2024.

An early start in Oxford, with wanting to see the city before heading on to Berkeley to meet up with Jill & David.

We decided catching the Park & Ride bus was the best option, so headed there for 0644 (yes I know such a time should not exist on holiday), lots of parks and bus arrived on time to get us into Oxford. At 0700 the city was pretty quiet and cafes where only just starting to open, so we aimlessly wandered, the only destination was a stationary shop which didn’t open until 0900 & would be our last stop of this whirlwind tour of Oxford. But what an amazing city, the old buildings, how cool it would be to study there. Lots of photos taken. We stopped for a full English Breakfast at a non-chain cafe with very friendly personal service and a great cup of tea. Not sure how Nicks coffee was he was pretty quiet but that may just have been the early start.

Found the stationary shop, it was stunning and my bag would have doubled in weight if I could have brought the notebooks I liked.

Back to bus stop and then collected the car to go and finish packing up our stuff and head to Berkeley, not the American University, but the little English town that gave its name to the US Uni. We are based in Berkeley for the next 3 nights with Jill & David, at a very nice Air B&B. We haven’t had a J&D only holiday before so will be great to have a bit of time with them (Jill is my Mums sister - the middle sister). Edit: apparently both Nick and I have forgotten the two previous J&D only holidays.

I wanted to head to this part of the country to see my cousins house - yes I want to see him & his family but also really want to see the cottage the live in, as I have been hearing about renovations to it for years, plus they have a cat (not hopeful about getting pats but will try anyway).

So after meeting J&D in agreed car park, we headed to a local bakery for lunch - pork pie for Nick and pastries for the rest of us. Then we visited Dr Jenner’s house/museum, as one should when it is just around the corner from where you are staying. Enjoyed learning more about him and the non-vaccine related stuff he did eg studying birds and herbs but also very cool to visit the clinic (shed/shack) he ran his free vaccination clinic for the poor.

We then had a much needed cup of tea (I somehow had 3) and cake (only had a half a slice of cake but most of the icing). Then it was on to the castle, again lots of photos of amazing grounds and a way of life that is very different. The castle is one of two the Berkeley family still own and open to the public through historic houses. The up keep of the castle and grounds must cost a fortune and as it was half term and nearly Halloween there were a zillion people there and lots of decorations - but we didn’t feel overwhelmed by the crowds.

After the castle we checked into the accommodation and got ready to head out to meet another cousin at a pub for dinner. Great to catch up with Debbie.

[mindarae24]

October 17…..this morning we had an 8:45 call to meet for a drive to The Cataract Gorge. We took a tram ride across the valley and hiked back along the other side. Beautiful scenery and lovely walk. When we finished, the bus picked us up and dropped us at the Queen Victoria Museum. We looked around and then had lunch at “Blue Social “ on the museum grounds. I had a warm chicken salad and forgot to take a pic. Then Charlie and I walked back to the hotel(about 20 min walk). We stopped in the local park to see the monkeys, wandered through a Design museum and then I went to the dentist to have my crown put back on. This dentist was hysterical!! He didn’t stop talking to me the entire time and of course I couldn’t answer with his hands in my mouth. After the dentist we went back to the room and met everyone again at 5:40 for our last dinner here in Tassie! Tomorrow we fly to Melbourne and meet the rest of our group. Love and miss you all.😘🥰😘🥰

[irismfrost]

August 11 - Osaka Castle Park, St Mary's, and exploration

I didn't end up going to sleep until around 4am which was totally my fault but that's okay. I miss being a part of normal life, but I also want to avoid the real world for as long as possible. But alone time makes me think harder so that's a double edged sword.

Today I did stuff! My plan was to go to Osaka Castle Park and let myself explore along the way. On the way there I crossed the river again and there were some stairs down so I went and took some pictures and realized that i'm the other side there was a park. There were these people looking all sweaty like they were playing some sort of sport and I realized they were doing what I can only describe as professional flag dancing. I walked further and noticed there was another (more recreational) group, followed by a flower garden. If I never went down the bridge to check out the river, I never would've discovered it. I felt like a local just hanging out at the park. I continued my journey which quickly transformed from finding the castle to finding the restaurant in the castle as my appetite grew from walking around for an hour. The castle itself was cool and there were two huge moats around it. The landscape was awesome too. The line to tour the actual castle was ridiculously long and there was no way I was standing in the Florida-like heat in the middle of the day to look at a castle and you had to pay for that which was not my speed. I went to this other building (Miraiza Osaka-Jo) that had restaurants and gift shops. I got a quinoa salad (flavorless) and Ginger Ale which has so much ice i think there was 5 oz of actual liquid at best. I visited this museum downstairs which I payed 1000 yen for which was literally a museum of figurines. I did not read the sign before I went in because I assumed it was something about the building. Figurines are not my speed. I went upstairs to check out the rooftop. There was a wedding happening on the third floor and I ran into the bride 3 different times during my adventure at this park. She was getting ready on the stairs then taking pictures with her new husband around the park when I was exploring. I wandered to this little church nearby which was interesting. It is St. Mary's Cathedral, Osaka, called Catholic Tamatsukuri Church. Like Taiwan, there are many Christians here due to missionaries. In Japan, mostly Portuguese missionaries in the 17th century, and in Taiwan mostly Dutch in the 17th century.

I wandered about an hour away from my hotel. I was very hungry and walked by this Mexican place so I decided to get lunch there. They were very busy and it was just these two people doing everything. I got the avocado quesadilla set (which came with salsa and a salad) and a vegan burrito to go (for dinner later - I knew I wouldn't want to leave the hotel after I got back). It was delicious and I ate that so fast. The burrito was pretty good too, but it had mushrooms in it. While I was eating, all the other people in the restaurant left so I thought they closed and I apologized when I paid and she said they were still open and just all left at the same time. I guess I was just eating a late lunch. By the time I got back to the hotel, I had been walking around for 6 hours straight with the exception of a bench at one point and a quick lunch. My maps took me a slightly different route back and I walked through this park with a cool overgrown building and a lot of open space. It was interesting because you could tell something used to be there and when I got to the light, I realized it was called the Naniwa Palace Site which was active when Osaka was Japan's capitol in the 7th and 8th centuries. I am so tired but glad that I explored and I found some rare gems that most people don't look for. When I was walking around, I felt like I was in some quiet, local places at times just because there were either no sidewalks or no people. I also saw some pretty cool buildings that I think my dad would like. I will definitely be going to bed early tonight especially because I got 5 hours last night.

[luke-r-gillespie]

May 14 - Ueno Park and Tokyo National Museum / Akihabara

Freewriting

Today started a little later than usual with our class assembly taking place at 10 instead of 9 due to the prior nights Bunraku performance running late (thank you professor Smith!) I skipped the hotel breakfast, instead opting to eat two croissants from 7/11 (they were pretty good, all things considered.) The first stop of the day was Ueno Park, which was within walking distance so we skipped the train for the first few activities. After arriving at Ueno park, we visited Shinobazunoike Benten-do Temple (try saying that five times fast.) The shrine had a snake motif but it was really cool to see a shrine in the middle of a national park!

After walking through the park, our next stop was the Tokyo National Museum! The museum was probably one of my favorite stops of the trip so far, there were so many cool pieces of history on display, alongside some truly breathtaking art.

My favorite piece in the museum was probably a family heirloom bow of the Sereta samurai clan (pictured below.) The skill and strength required to effectively use such a weapon must have been truly astounding. Its size and striking red color really drew me in.

After exploring the rest of the museum, we left for Akihabara where I had a really good pork bowl for lunch. After a little bit of exploring and a little time spent in the arcade, I headed back to Shibuya to do some shopping. I went in a few stores, but once again Tokyo's fashion district prices strike again (I'm trying to ball on a budget and Tokyo is not working with me I'm afraid.) Walking around with some friends was still fun though and after some ramen for dinner, I hopped on a train back to Hotel Edoya (where I wrote my WHOLE last blog before tumblr deleted it out of existence forcing me to rewrite it.) Overall, another long but great day in Tokyo!

Academic Reflection

The Tokyo National Museum had a number of haniwa on display. Haniwa are terracotta figures, often depicting warriors that were made to be used in funerary rituals during the Kofun period of ancient Japan. These figures of humans, animals, common objects, and more would be buried alongside warriors. I feel extremely lucky to have been able to see some of these ancient relics with my own eyes. One particular haniwa that stood out to me at the Tokyo National Museum, was one of a chicken. Only the head remained intact after thousands of years but the craftsman ship was still very well done. To be able to craft such a precise object so long ago with so few reliable tools was very impressive to me.

Walking around Akihabara, the moe culture heavily discussed by both Azuma and Saito was palpable. There were characters on every building and they were advertising anything and everything. Many of these character's designs also lacked any concise narrative, incorporating seemingly random elements into their character designs for no apparent reason. There were also a number of people who I would perceive as "otakus" at a passing glance, reinforcing the sentiments of Saito. However, many of them seemed polite and were making their best efforts to keep to themselves.

[getoutofthisplace]

Dear Gus & Magnus,

We got lots of steps again today. We stopped by "the bean" and Millennium Park on our way to the Art Institute of Chicago. At the park, the symphony was rehearsing for a concert they have Friday night. We watched rehearsal for a bit, and I took a video to send to Magnus. (Nene said he said, "Where are the trumpets?") We stopped into an Italian place for lunch before going to the museum.

We didn't enjoy the museum as much as we thought we would, mainly because the galleries didn't really flow into each other. We spent a lot of time trying to figure out where we were and how to get to the next gallery. But we did see some really cool pieces. We both liked "American Gothic" the most. And I got into their collection medieval weapons/armor.

Dinner at Elske was really good, but not quite as good as Jeong.

Dad.

Chicago, Illinois. 7.11.2024 - 4.09pm.