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luvm4thers · 6 months

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hey! can u write a headcanons about being married to marshall? ur writing is amazing btw

Marshall Mathers HCs:

prompt: You're Mrs. Mathers. 💍💖

⚠: a LOT of fluff, feels, happy marshall

request: yes!!

a/n: thank u so so much for the support!! <'3

hope you like it! i loved writing this one ♡

After years of being together as a couple, you never expected him to propose to you, knowing his views on marriage. You always made sure not to rush him, but he surprised you.

He would choose the prettiest ring he could find for you. One that suits you perfectly, the price wouldn't matter. He just would make sure that his love shows through it.

"Y'know I said I would never let anyone into my heart like this again… But you, baby, you're the one I wanna keep for the rest of my life, and I know I'm risking it, but you're so fucking worth it."

You would see his eyes sparkle like never before. His attitude might not change too much, but you would see the raw emotion show on his face.

You will never forget the kiss he gave you on that wedding day. Once he was able to have your lips, finally being married to you, he carried you into his arms bridal-style and kissed you like never before, for everyone to see. You could feel the intense passion and love brewing from it, and that would be something that both of you would never forget.

Of course he would be very scared to lose you. Even if he knows you love him, he doesn't want to fuck things up. He would try to maintain that fear as calm as possible to make things right.

So many emotions at the same time will have him fidgeting at the start. He wouldn't be used to feeling so happy and fulfilled on a marriage, but he would let you know how much he enjoys that feeling at your side.

Marshall won't ever give you a dull moment. He's always been rough but soft, passionate but loving. Tender but hard. And that's exactly what you're going to get.

When he's pissed off he normally wouldn't hesitate to go to his studio and take all that anger out as inspiration. But sometimes, he would accept your hugs and caresses as a form of comfort. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he would love the feeling of being comforted by you.

Marshall and you cuddling a lot as you two sleep. Yes, he would love hiding his face on your neck, grabbing your hips, hugging your figure or having you sleep on top of his body. Everything that is physical contact, as long as he has you close, that's enough to have him sleeping peacefully.

You would find lyrics on his studio about you. Marshall would surely write about you, even if feeling too embarrassed to tell you about it.

As he knows what things you like, he might take that in consideration for gifts. Special little things like giving you your favorite flowers, realizing if you're really craving something, over all, trying to be a good husband for you.

You pray that no one's talking shit about you after the news come out, because you just know Marshall IS going to diss every motherfucker who tries to mess with you.

Compliments, compliments.

"You got not only my heart, but Shady's heart too, babydoll. You gonna know how it feels to love us both."

You going shopping with Hailie, Alaina and Stevie. That would probably happen, as he would make sure they know you and accept you.

If he was already very touchy, now it's probably going to be worse.

#marshall mathers headcanons #eminem fluff #eminem x reader #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #eminem #marshall mathers

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shadowbriar · 3 months

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Shadowbriar's 2024 Valentine's Project

Hello, lovely people!

To celebrate the month of Love I will be accepting special request as my Valentine's project. I will start to post pieces for this project on the 14th of February. The requests I've received prior to this announcement will not be included as part of Shadowbriar's 2024 Valentine's Project.

Prompt ideas will be listed below should you find troubles finding a starting point but if you have your own ideas I would love to work and craft it with you. Don't be shy to send me your request and give as much details as you'd like. Characters are not limited to the ones I've written so just send me your requests!

A N G S T

"You know there will come a time where this wouldn't be enough, don't you?"

"Why are you telling me this? Why now? Why not before?"

"I'm sorry I broke our sacred law, but I love you."

"We accept the love we think we deserve." "And what does that mean? I am not deserving of you?"

"If only my memory was shot."

"That's the problem, isn't it? It's not that I didn't try hard enough or did I make a mistake, it's just that I'm not her/him."

"You know, what? I give up. I can't do this anymore." "About time, don't you think?"

"That's where you're wrong. I don't need you and I certainly don't love you."

"All I wanted was you."

"I love you." "I know."

"Don't look at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you're going to throw this wedding away for me."

"I love you, but I'm letting go."

"I think we need to address what's happening between us." "Don't. If we talk about it then we have to admit it's happening."

"We're wasting each other's time."

"I don't want to beg. Please don't make me beg for you."

F L U F F

"I wish people kiss like how it is in movies." "You don't like the way I kiss you?"

"Does your arm ever feel numb whenever I sleep on it?" "Does your lips ever get tired whenever I kiss it?"

"Tell me when you get home." "How can I? My home is literally you."

"I'll always have time for you, Love."

"I'm very tired. Do you mind running your hand through my hair till I fall asleep?"

"Are you.. Proposing?" "Shit, yeah I should've done that instead."

"Please, can I just have five minutes of silence?" "Five minutes? Do you hate me or something?"

"I miss you. I think I might die." "I've only been gone for an hour." "AN HOUR?! That's it, I'm coming to get you. It's been too long."

"That was such a shitty kiss." "Ouch. Redo, then?"

"So do you want to be the small spoon or the big one?"

"Yikes, I can actually see that you love me." "And that's a bad thing?"

"Don't you trust me?"

"You can choose whatever from the wardrobe. My perfume is by the bedside table if you need more of my scent."

"Can we just stay in bed? You're warm."

"Thank you." "That's it? No kisses? No hugs? Have I been demoted to be a colleague?"

N E U T R A L

"Rock, paper, scissors?"

"No sugar, please."

"You stink." "And you're daft, but you don't see me complaining, do you?"

"I'm cold and hot at the same time."

"Oh, I don't like that look." "You never like how I look."

"True." "True?! Are you mad?"

"Is this a prank?"

"I'm in pain." "Shut up, it barely leaves a mark."

"I'm not helping, am I?"

"If I were tea, would you be sugar or honey? There's only one right answer."

"One more time. Louder this time."

"You have insurance, right?"

"My arms are numb."

"I like this. We should do this more often."

"I don't want to boost your ego but you did really well."

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alastairstom · 4 months

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aaand jordelia + patiently helping them put their shoes on 🫶🏻

This is going to be a sort of two-in-one with another prompt I got last week from @furoruisa, who requested James and Cordelia at the theatre seeing another couple kiss. I felt like both ideas went well together, so I hope that's okay <3

I Can See You (Up Against a Wall With Me)

Cordelia was a vision in rose.

The pastel hue made the warm tones of her dark skin stand out, and her red-hennaed hair worked with the lace to create a stark contrast of soft comfort and hard angles. She was stunning, absolutely glorious, and James felt himself suck in a breath as he watched her descend barefoot down the stairwell. "Well?" She asked, her voice playful. "Is it so terrible?"

"Terrible?" James could barely get the word out. She was every one of his dreams come to life, down to the small daisies that she had strung through the thick strands of hair that trailed down close to her waist. "Daisy, you're..." so lovely I forgot to breathe. "You look perfect," he said instead.

"At least I go perfectly well with your necktie," she said. "We ought to form a sort of brigade. 'Pastel Passion,' perhaps?"

"Alliterative," James said. "As always, I love your ideas. Though I'm not sure that I would call my tie pastel," he argued. "More of a canary yellow than anything, I would say."

Cordelia giggled. "No, that is certainly more pale-yellow than lemon," she said. "But in any event, it brings out your eyes."

"Eldrich eternal flames?" James joked. "Very well, Daisy. I can accept that. In fact, I'm rather relieved - I will admit that I feared clashing. I haven't Matthew's sense of style, and I have felt my own appearance dwindling in his absence."

"Well, if this is you with a 'dwindled' appearance, I cannot imagine seeing you at whatever it is that you consider your fullest potential." She waved a hand as though indicating the great unknown, and James had the immediate urge to grasp it, to press the palm of her slim, elegant hand in his own, to kiss her as breathless as he had been when she descended the stairwell...

But no. No, he could not do that. "We cannot be late," he mumbled, talking himself down from his desperate yearning to feel his wife against him.

"That's true. I wouldn't wish to miss the beginning of Cinderella. And if we wish to get champagne before the show, which, let us be honest, is essential..."

"We must go. Agreed," James said. "But before that, here." He bent down to pick up one of Cordelia's glimmering red high-heels; they had small roses affixed to the sides, a lovely fashion that would surely work wonders with her ensemble.

He held it there, and Cordelia raised an eyebrow. "Why are you holding my shoe? Is this some odd Cinderella-related jest?"

"Because I am your prince?" James cracked a tiny smile. "Yes. Of course. Though I fancy myself as more of a Keats hero. Dark, brooding, handsome-"

"Yes, yes, I know your many merits," Cordelia laughed, lifting her foot. James slipped the shoe on, and the fit was perfect; he chuckled as she lifted her foot into the other as well.

"I'd no idea that your right foot was so much bigger than the left," James teased, helping her up. "Perhaps you'll need to take it to some special shoe-sizing facility for a perfect fit."

Cordelia whacked him. "My feet are as perfect as the rest of me," she chided. And, placing her arm on James's, they strode off into the springtime air.

They sat in their booth, watching the story unfold before them. Of course, Cordelia had always known it. She may not feel as strong a connection to the princesses in the western canon as she did to the heroes that graced the Shahnameh's pages, but she did have some experience with fairy tales, both dark and otherwise. The evil stepsisters began cutting off chunks of her feet, and Cordelia felt riveted despite knowing the ending. "Is this an excellent rendition," she whispered to James, "or is it simply the champagne?"

"Oh, champagne. Definitely." James's voice held such conviction that Cordelia found herself believing him entirely. "I do not understand how these women thought that the loss of limbs would be worth the fame and fortune of royalty." He shuddered.

"I am certain that counting their money might improve their mood," Cordelia said. "Though I do doubt that the money would be enough to cover the hospital expenses after an at-home amputation..."

"Not a lot of foresight there," James agreed.

And they watched until the prince found Cinderella and sat before her, her foot sliding into the slipper like a glove on a hand. Cordelia's face felt warm as she remembered how James had bent before her earlier, how he had smiled up at her in the same way that this man was now looking at the beautiful Cinderella as though she had hung the moon.

And she felt warmer still when they began kissing.

Cordelia raised a gloved hand to her lips and brushed over them gently. Perhaps James...

But no. James was not looking at her at all; his body was as stiff as the heavy oak accents in the theatre as he seemed to single-mindedly focus on the play. As though transfixed, he watched the setup of the wedding scene...

"Horrid birds," he whispered to her as the stepsisters' eyes were pecked out by some very fake-looking pigeons. "It's as my father says. One can never trust them."

"I thought that was just ducks?"

"I think we're well beyond that," James said darkly, and Cordelia stifled a laugh. She assessed James in the darkness; his eyes were clever, all gleaming light and liquid gold. And his lips were slightly parted, soft and sweet. Now that she had imagined it, Cordelia felt horribly needy; she wished to be kissed, now, and by the Angel she would be.

So as soon as the curtain closed, Cordelia grabbed James's hand. Their programs slid to the ground, but who truly cared about something so mundane as a program? The memories were the only keepsake Cordelia needed, she decided, and James would need to contend with whatever complaints he may have on his own time. She could not fathom that he would be too forlorn, considering that he was walking after her just as quickly as she was dragging him.

They made it into another room, a smaller theatre, one that oddly reminded her of the Whispering Room in which they had shared their first kiss nearly two years ago.

She grabbed his hand and pressed him up against one wall hard. Her hand wove its way around his head, and she breathed him in, pulled her close. James's lips tasted as sweet and bubbly as the champagne they had enjoyed, and Cordelia hoped that hers held a harder edge as she moved against him, loosening his tie, pushing up against his body...

"I think it's time to go home," James said, pulling away with dark, blazing eyes.

Cordelia could not agree more.

#the prompts will not all be this long #but this i just rolled with man #i definitely was vibing it #this is long enough to go on ao3 #jordelia #herondaisy #james herondale #cordelia carstairs

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