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Always & Forever Eighteen - Marshall Mathers x Reader Series

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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 :)

March 2018

Y/N was incredibly successful. In the five years she had become incredibly successful. From graduating with her master’s degree, to having her art headline shows and then securing a job as an art curator. Life was amazing! Life was terrific! Life was working exactly the way she wanted.

Remaining true to their word, Marshall ad Y/N had not talked over the past few years. She had sent an email a few times as a thank you for the birthday wishes, but that was it. There was no catch-up, or small talk. They simply moved on. Y/N kept tabs on her ex-boyfriend, seeing he was releasing music. The Marshall Mathers LP2 dropped not long after they ended, and then Revival came which was also a very good album despite the uproar. She followed him on Instagram and saw him pop up once and a while which was fine for her.

Additionally, Marshall sent a birthday present every year. She got the Cartier bracelet on her graduation and since then he sent another one on her birthday each year. Each one has a different style. She had four now and she knew she would get a fifth soon.

New York City was her home. However, she had not dated any man since Marshall. She could not bring herself too. Instead, she began seeing a woman. She had a long-term partner, Aemma who was a journalist, but she moved to London in January. She loved Aemma a lot, but not in the way she loved Marshall.

Marshall on the other hand… was just living his life the best he could.

It was the beginning of March when Y/N came home. The city that never slept was no quieter tonight, but inside Y/N’s apartment, a rare silence settled as she stood alone, clutching the velvet-lined box that arrived today.

Her birthday was tomorrow. Twenty-six years old and she still had no idea what she was doing.

However, when she opened the box exposing the Cartier bangle. This one was a diamond tennis bracelet in the metal she most desired. It gleamed under the dim light of her living room. Now five…five years without him. A silence testament to the love that lingered despite the distance and time. Her fingers traced the bracelet…he spent a fortune.

Her phone buzzed on the table, pulling her from her reverie. It was a message from Aemma checking on her who is now thousands of kilometres away in London. Y/N glanced down at the message but did not open it. Instead, she found herself putting the bracelet on and pulling out the little note.

Doll,

Happy 26th.

Always and forever.

-M

She smiled at the note. Always and forever just like the first one that was engraved with their saying. The memory of Marshall’s last words to her played on a loop in her mind. He said it with such conviction that she had almost believed, but life had taken them down different paths. Paths that never seemed to converge, no matter how much she wished they would.

As she stood there, lost in thought over the grieving of her favourite relationship, the distant sounds of the city began to fade. She was transported back to when they first met.

Their love had been passionate, intense and ultimately, too powerful to sustain. They burned too bright, too fast, leaving nothing but ashes in their wake. Yet, despite the pain, the heartbreak, and the years apart, Y/N could not deny the part of her still yearned for the fire they once shared.

The bracelets…five of them were a reminder of the past, but also a beacon of hope for the future. She knew she had to move forward, but she could not help but wonder if there was still a chance for them. Could their paths cross again? Could they find a way back to each other?

Y/N was back in Detroit. For the first time in five years, she was back in Detroit. It was Meira’s wedding. She saw her best friend two weeks ago in Vegas for the bachelorette but her being a Detroiter for life, she had her wedding in the city.

Her new husband was also in science. Meira became a researcher in stem cells and her husband is a neurological doctor. She was happy which made Y/N happy.

Y/N adjusted the strap of her hunter-green bridesmaid dress. It had straps and a deep-v, making her breasts pop as she glanced around the bustling wedding venue. She was twenty-six now. Her life was coming together, but she did not know a single person at this wedding due to being away for five years. She had no idea who the rest of the bridesmaids were despite meeting them two weeks ago in Vegas.

Meira stood radiant in her wedding gown, surrounded by laughter and joy and her new husband. It was a beautiful day. The wedding was at her family farm outside of Detroit by the lake.

As she mingled through the crowd, she had a glass of white wine in her hand as she talked to people and shared stories. It was nearing the end of the night when she spotted a girl she had not seen in forever. Dark brunette hair, tall and curvy but tiny at the same time. She turned around and Y/N instantly recognised her.

Hailie Jade.

“No way,” she mumbled walking up to her. She was talking to another woman, but their eyes met.

“Y/N!” she exclaimed taking a step forward.

“Hi,” Y/N replied accepting her hug and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Wow, look at you all grown up. You have to be what… twenty-two now?” she asked.

“Sure am. Look at you, all grown up now too. What have you been up to?” she exclaimed.

“Ah, just the art world. Is Alaina here too?”

“Yes, and dad,” she said. “Do you want me to find him?” she asked, looking over the crowd.

“Oh,” Y/N said unsure of what to say. “It’s ok. I will probably run into him at some point.”

“You won’t recognise him. He has dark hair now and a beard. Looking like he is forty-five nearing forty-six.”

Y/N chuckled. “He always ages like fine wine.; I have seen pictures on Instagram. He looks good.”

“How about you tell him yourself as he is heading over here,” Hailie said. Y/N turned around and spotted the man she left behind.

He was dressed in a suit, his hair short and buzzed dark with a beard. His eyes still shined bright, and their eyes meant. He was holding two glasses and when he spotted Y/N, he stopped for a moment, licking his lips and eyes looking at her with disbelief. He did not age at all.

“Go say hi,” Hailie said.

Y/N was unsure what to do. However, as they stared at one another, Marshall got the confidence to walk towards her. The air was thick with unspoken words and memories. Y/N felt a rush of emotions – nostalgia, longing and a hint of sadness mixed with the undeniable thrill of seeing him again after so long.

“Y/N,” he said softly, voice carrying a mixture of surprise and something deeper.

“Marshall,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced down at her hands, nervously twisting the bracelets on her wrists – gifts from him over the years, a silent reminder of their shared past.

Marshall glanced down to see the series of bangles and he smiled. She wore them…she always wore them. “I didn’t expect to see you here, but now I do because you’re Meira’s best friend from college,” he admitted, his gaze searching hers for any sign of how she felt.

Y/N managed a small smile. “Me neither, but Meira wanted me here and so, I am here.”

They stood in awkward silence for a moment, the noise of the wedding festivities swirling around them. Y/N felt the weight of their history pressing down on her, unsure what to say next.

“I’m glad you came. It’s nice to see you,” Marshall finally said, breaking the silence. “You look amazing. That colour brings out your eyes.”

“Thank you,” Y/N replied, feeling a rush of warmth at his compliment. “I like your new look. Dark hair and the beard suit you.”

They exchange a tentative smile, the years apart suddenly feeling insignificant in the face of their shared moment. Y/N wanted to ask him a thousand questions – about his music, his life, everything they had missed out on sharing – but she held back, unsure if he wanted to go there.

“I should-“

“Can I give you a hug and we can have a conversation?” he interrupted. Y/N nodded. Marshall put his drink down and Y/N did too. They slowly walked up to each other, and she looked over his shoulder seeing Hailie with a smile. Marshall wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she pressed her head into his neck. They held one another for a moment and then she felt it, the kiss on top of her head. “You’re still so beautiful,” he whispered. “I missed you.”

Y/N pulled away and there were slight tears in her eyes, but she brushed them away.

“I missed you too,” she admitted.

“Are you here with someone?” he asked. “A date?”

She shook her head. “I am alone. I am going to get a drink. Do you want to come?” she said pointing to the bar and he nodded.

“Sure.”

Y/N walked over to the bar with Marshall behind her.

“Can I get a whiskey on ice?” she said to the bartender who began making her drink.

“When did you start drinking whiskey?” he chuckled.

“When your ex-girlfriend was a whiskey person,” she stated with a chuckle. “And also, when you do a lot of events with rich men.”

He slowly nodded but his brows furrowed. “Girlfriend?” he questioned.

“Ex-girlfriend. We broke up in January,” Y/N said with a tinge of sadness, “three years gone.”

Marshall nodded. “A woman?” he said in disbelief.

Y/N thanked the bartender for her drink and turned to look at him. “Surprised me too, but she is amazing. However, I understood when she had to follow her career.”

Marshall slowly nodded, ordering a Red Bull before turning to her. “Speaking of career, how is yours?”

“Good. I finished my master’s and now I am an art curator and I do art myself which are in galleries. I also teach at the university.”

His smile was wide. “Good girl. I knew you would make a name for yourself,” he said.

Her heart fluttered lightly from those words. Good girl…she melted. Y/N took a sip of her drink and swallowed before biting her lip. “How is the music? The Marshall Mathers LP2 was so good. I was so amazed and then I listened to Revival and that was terrific. I really like how you wrote about the race problems and explored your relationship with Kim,” she rambled.

He nodded. “Thanks. The public wasn’t a fan, but I am glad you are. However, music is good. I am actually writing a new album right now.”

“Wow,” she exclaimed. “That’s amazing.”

Marshall nodded. “Um, how long are you in Detroit?”

“Three days.”

“Well,” he took a step forward so he was closer to her, “would like to catch up with you in these three days.”

“I would really like that,” Y/N said taking another step. “Wanna sit by the water and talk?”

“Yeah, please,” he said.

Hailie watched from the corner with Meira seeing them sit on the grass by the water, they were close, shoulders touching as they talked. They laughed and giggled, and Marshall began to play with hair lightly.

“I hope they get back together,” Hailie said looking over at Meira who is smiling.

“They will,” Meira said, “they have to, or else love is not real.”

Evan, Hailie’s boyfriend of two years came up next to his girlfriend handing her another glass of wine. “Who is talking to your dad?”

Hailie looked up at her boyfriend smiling. “The love of his life,” she said with a grin. “This is the first time they have seen each other in five years since they broke up.”

“The Cartier bracelet girl? The muse?” he questioned.

“His doll,” Hailie said. “God, please tell me they go home with each other tonight. My dad needs to get laid,” she chuckled walking away. “Let’s leave them be.”

Y/N’s head hit his shoulder as he shared a story, laughter coming from her as he took her hand. “This is good,” he said. “I needed this,” he admitted squeezing her hand.

Y/N looked up to him and saw him looking at her with such love still. “Thank you for the bracelets. They are beautiful,” she whispered. “You make my birthday every year wonderful.”

He smiled, tucking her hair into her ear. “It’s your birthday. Miss, I am twenty-six now,” he whispered. “So old.”

“I know,” she stated. “I am so close to thirty. My mom has been nagging me about when I will pop babies out.”

“What?” he exclaimed. “I mean I had my daughter at twenty-three so twenty-six…you’re a little late.”

Y/N chuckled. “Well, I don’t have a baby daddy so it’s not happening. Plus, I am still too young. I want to have my own gallery one day and Geneva is getting old and she said she might pass it to me.”

“The lady who bought your paintings?” he asked. “How old is she now?”

“She isn’t that old. Late sixties. Her kids have no respect for art. Therefore, she might give to me but honestly, I don’t know how much longer I will stay in NYC. The traffic is terrible, the people are mean, the economy is expensive, and I feel like if I were to drop dead in Manhattan I would get walked over.”

Marshall listened. “Where would you go?”

She shrugged. “Vancouver or maybe I will go to London for Aemma as I do miss her and us,” Y/N admitted. “Or even Detroit. I loved it here.”

His heart skipped slightly. “Come back to Detroit,” he said. “Come back.”

She sighed. “I know, but the art industry is not like it is in New York, Vancouver or London.”

Right, she had a point. However, he wanted to say…come back to me.

“What was your relationship with Aemma like?” he asked the dreaded question.

“It was beautiful. I loved her a lot. I still do actually. However, Marshall I have had four glasses of wine and a whiskey, and I feel like I can be honest. I never loved her the way I loved you. Nor could I bring myself to date another man,” she admitted.

Marshall took her confession to heart. However, she said, ‘loved’…past tense.

“Loved?” he whispered.

It was getting dark and the music behind them was still playing as people danced around. However, Marshall and Y/N were in their own little world at that moment. Hands holding one another as they looked at each with so much nostalgia.

“We were so toxic, Marshall. Have you ever thought that?” she stated. “We fought all the time. You didn’t trust me. You were insecure-“

“Y/N, you had trauma, and I did too. The only successes we had were toxic relationships so that is all we know. However, you hurt me too. You left me,” he said. “You left me, and I needed you.”

“I know, but I didn’t want to leave. I was so happy with you, but I had to pick my career over my own happiness too.”

“I was so angry when you left,” he said. “I was not ok with us ending. I wrote some pretty nasty songs about you. I never released them. I would never hurt you. However, I was hurt.”

Y/N sighed. “I made art of you. I sold it for a lot of money as I couldn’t look at it without being upset. I joined a poetry club where I slammed poetry our relationship,” she admitted.

“Then we are even,” he stated. “Art is our release.”

Y/N smiled. “You look really good, Marshall,” she said.

“I like what you did with your hair,” he whispered, flicking it.

“Wanna hear a dirty secret?” she whispered.

“Do tell.”

“I got a tattoo,” she whispered.

He chuckled. “So naughty. Where?”

“You have flirt with a little more, Mr. Mathers to see it,” she cooed before smirking.

“Oh,” he said astonished. “Well, Miss. Y/L/N, I could invite you home, but you’re more elegant than that.”

“That I am,” she said, getting up. “I should go say goodbye to the bride. I need to go home. I have had enough to drink, plus, maybe a special man might ask me for breakfast tomorrow…” she hinted.

He chuckled. “My house. 9 a.m.?”

“I will be there.”

“Need a ride?”

“Fun fact, I can drive now. I have a rental car. A little Volkswagen.” Marshall nodded, getting up but Y/N put her hand out to help him. “Old man,” she whispered.

“Take that back,” he barked jokingly. “I am not that old.”

Y/N grinned and hit her hip with his before walking back into the tent where everyone was. Hailie spotted her and her dad, walking over with Evan.

“So, is Y/N going home with you, Dad?” she asked with excitement. They chuckled.

“No, Hailie. I am not that girl anymore.”

Her fell. “You’re not single?” she said with clear sadness.

Y/N looked over to Marshall and then back to his daughter. “I am not going to sleep with your dad tonight. We had a good catch up, but my hotel calls me. Plus, I have had four glasses of wine and a whiskey so I can’t give consent,” she said. “Now, who is this man? Hello, handsome.”

Hailie grinned, holding Evan’s hand and looking up to his towering form. “This is Evan, my boyfriend.”

“Hi Evan, I am Y/N,” she introduced hand out to shake his hand. “Welcome to the Mathers family.”

“They have been very welcoming. Shame you left.”

Y/N nodded and shrugged. “Life happens,” she said with a small frown. “However, I miss the Mathers family,” she stated. “They were my family.”

“Y/N, we are still your family,” Hailie said giving her a hug. “You look so good. You look just stunning. I love your hair.”

Y/N smiled. “Thank you, Hay.” She pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I should go. I have an early breakfast so I should go sleep plus if I stay here, Meira and I will probably start doing tequila shooters which will make my panties drop,” Y/N whispered the last part. “And she has a husband to get to and I…”

“You have my dad.”

Y/N chuckled. “Goodnight,” she stated hugging her and seeing Alaina in the crowd and waving at her which made her face show shock across her face before walking over.

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed, hugging her.

“I am leaving but I will be in town. Text me. My number is the same.”

“Do you want me to drive you to your hotel?” Marshall asked. “Obviously, you didn’t drive here as you drank.”

Y/N pondered for a second. “Sure. I am just at the Hilton.”

They bid their farewell to the girls and Y/N gave her love to Meira and congratulated her before seeing the Lamborghini Aventador parked at the venue. That was a new one. Marshall opened the door for her, and she got in. Once in, he looked over to her and she smiled.

“You’re here,” he whispered.

“I am.”

“When’s your next art show?” he asked as backed the car up.

“Three weeks from now. I am doing a show on feminism and the queer community.”

“Where is it? NYC?”

“Yes, at Geneva’s art gallery.”

“I want to come,” he said.

“You want to see paintings of lesbians?” she chuckled.

“I mean, the idea of you making out with a woman does do things to me,” he chuckled.

“Ew,” Y/N commented. “Don’t be one of those guys.” She hit her arm but he gripped it, bringing her hand to his lips. “Kidding.”

“Good.”

“You haven’t told me about yourself…” she said softly.

“About what?”

“Dating?”

He shook his head with a disgusted face. “I don’t date, Y/N. You were the exception. I don’t trust people.”

All Y/N did was nod. It pained her slightly that he did not move on as she did, but he was Marshall and she knew his opinions on women. She was the exception, she was the moment he allowed himself to be vulnerable. Y/N looked out of the window as he drove. This had to be a newer car as she had never seen it.

“New car?” she tried to make conversation.

“Bought it when you left. Needed retail therapy,” he said so casually.

“So, you bought a has to be…two hundred thousand dollar car?” she mocked.

“I was hurt,” he stated, “and this made me feel better slightly.”

Y/N nodded and they arrived at the hotel, Detroit's city lights casting a warm glow over the quiet streets. They walked in comfortable silence, occasionally brushing against each other as they navigated their way. The air was cool, and Y/N felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety bubbling inside her.

Marshall walked Y/N into the hotel and stood there, ready to say his goodbye but Y/N said, “Come up for a moment. I feel like we haven’t talked a lot.”

He nodded and agreed. The elevator ride was filled with tension that neither of them addressed but felt deeply. Once inside her room, Y/N kicked off her heels and offered Marshall a sparkling water.

“Sure,” he said as he sat down on one of the couches. Y/N handed him the drink before walking in front of him.

“Can you unzip me?” she asked. “I am going to change into something more comfortable.”

Y/N stood between his legs, back turned to him as he stood up, towering over her. His fingers graze her shoulder lightly before finding the zip. He pulled it down exposing her bra and back. Y/N thanked him and walked to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of clothes on the way.

She came back in a tank top and shorts, sitting down next to him with sparkling water in front of her. They stared at one another for a moment, not sure what to say.

“I am really happy that Meira found the love of her life. A doctor too…” she gushed. “She deserved it.”

“What about you?” he asked. “Marriage?”

Y/N shrugged. “Depends on who I decide to spend the rest of my life with.”

“Meaning?”

“Marshall, you would never have married me,” she said honestly. “You were clear with that, but I was ready to spend the rest of my life with you. However, if I meet someone male or female and they want to marry me and I wanted that too, then sure.”

He was silent until he cleared his throat. “I am still ready to spend the rest of my life with you,” he admitted. “You’re the one for me.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered lightly upon hearing those words. Her heart filled with such love. “We are different people now, Marshall.”

“Then we do it all over again. Get to know one another,” he said.

“I am in New York,” she excused.

“Then come back to Detroit. You have said that you hate New York. What stops you? Aemma?”

“Aemma?” Y/N said. “Aemma was the first relationship I had that was not toxic, Marshall. She taught me a lot about me. I grew up with her and we barely fought. Marshall we fought-“

“I’ll be different. We will be different. You are older, more mature with a career now established.”

Y/N nodded. “You want us to go at it again?” she whispered unsure of what he was asking.

Marshall looked at her, taking her hand and squeezing it before bringing it to his lips. “I would always say yes to having you again.”

“Marshall,” she whispered, “we would never be able to do long distance. We get too much in our heads and we don’t have that type of trust with each other.”

“Come back to Detroit then.”

“There’s nothing in Detroit for me-“

“Your family. Me and the girls. Meira too. You have people here.”

“But my work-“

“There are galleries here-“

“I own my apartment. I would have to sell.”

“Think about it,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She looked down to their hands and seeing the bangles that he spent a fortune on for her. He loved her and he still does and there was a piece of her that still deeply loved the man across from her.

They started talking about everything and nothing – catching up on the years they missed, laughing at shared memories, and revealing their hopes and fears for the future. As the hours passed, the conversation grew deeper and more intimate. Marshall spoke about the struggles he faced in his career, the pressure of staying relevant in the music industry and the loneliness that often accompanied his success.

Y/N shared her own challenges, the loneliness she felt in a city full of people, the pressures of the art world, and the void left by Aemma’s departure. She talked about her dreams, her aspirations, and the projects she was passionate about. Marshall listened intently, his gaze never leaving her face.

At some point, they both grew quiet, the silence filled with unspoken words. Y/N’s head was against his shoulder as he held her. It was comfort and warmth and both parties were elated to be touching the other.

Y/N’s eyes began to flutter, drooping down due to the exhaustion of the day catching up with her. Marshall noticed and kissed her forehead.

“Get some sleep, doll,” he said softly, taking the water from her and placing it to the side. “You’ve had a long day.” Marshall moved, getting up and putting his hand out to help her up. “Want me to carry you?” he mused.

“Stay,” she whispered. “Stay the night.”

“We’re not having sex,” he said, “you’ve had a few drinks-“

“Just sleep with me. Next to me in bed. Naked though,” she joked. “You’re in a suit so you have to bed naked.” She was smirking at him.

“Boxers and it’s a deal,” he bantered. Y/N grinned and was about to say something but he interrupted. “And I want you in that tiny tank top, braless with panties. Then we have a deal.”

She nodded. “Deal.”

Y/N got up, pulling her shorts down to reveal her panties before she went to the bathroom to brush her hair, wipe her makeup off and brush her teeth. Marshall shed his suit, placing it on the chair as he waited for her on the bed. Y/N emerged with hair in a braid, and she walked to bed. She pulled covers back and got in, patting the spot next to her.

Marshall got into bed before pulling her tight to him. Her head hit his chest as her hand traced his stomach tattoo. She knew the story of it. She knew the story of all his tattoos.

“Where is your secret tattoo?” he whispered.

“On my hip,” she whispered, “it says ‘she is art’.”

“Roll over,” he said, and she did and he leaned down, pulling the hem of her underwear to the side to see it. “Cute,” he whispered, leaning down and kissing it. Y/N cupped his cheek before pulling him up. He leaned over her, their noses touching before she pressed a kiss to his lips.

He smiled against them.

“Goodnight, M,” she whispered before placing her head on his chest.

“Night, doll.”

Sorry for the long time not posting. Summer has been hectic.

Hope you enjoyed! Let me know thoughts.

Much love, Ava <3

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