Eminem one shots

Tattoo

Y/n wants to get a matching tattoo with Marshall, but is nervous about it due to needles so Marshall decides to comfort them while they get it.

Type: Fluff

Warnings: none(I think)

Set in 2002

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For you and Marshall's 7 year anniversary he asked if you wanted to get a matching tattoo, and you deciding to stop being a baby said yes. The only thing stopping you? Your fear of needles.

You have been talking to Marshall about getting at least one in your life, you only live once and he supports it, said he'd think you look even hotter. (if that was possible)

But hell it's one of your favourite things about his appearance to, all of his tattoos, your favourite being the one with your initials written on a scroll, a heart to top it all off to and you just really wanted to match with him.

You've even decided what you would want; a small yin and yang tattoo on you guy's wrist, showing how even though you have many differences you guys are still together and you both knew that wasn't gonna change any time soon, especially with the ring Marshall has for you.

So now here you were, watching Marshall get his Yang tattoo on his wrist, he didn't seem to mind it, even having full conversations with you. Compared to some of his other tattoos though this probably didn't feel as bad.

"Baby it doesn't hurt that bad, it's a small tattoo! It feels like a pinch," He told you for the 1000th time.

You looked at him and huffed, rolling your eyes as he looked over at the tattoo that was now almost done.

"Well that's easy for you to say, you've had like 6 done," He chuckled and reached over patting your head.

"Baby still, you'll be ok, we can get ice cream or something after, ok?" You sighed and agreed, continuing your conversations from before.

Before you knew it, it was your turn to get the tattoo. You were visibly nervous, your legs feeling like jelly while walking to the chair as Marshall held your hands.

"Hey, it's gonna be alright, I got you girl," Marshall said as you smiled at him, keeping your eyes closed as you waited for Mark to start. And when he did damn did it hurt.

'It feels like a pinch' my ass, it feels like someone is stabbing you with a needle over and over. But to be fair that's exactly what's happening.

A few tears slipped out of your eyes as Marshall was trying to distract you from the pain, talking about things you like and even wiping your tears for you, even if it didn't help that much. Still, you really couldn't ask for a better boyfriend.

After nearly an hour the tattoo was done and your head was hurting from your crying. Mark put some ointment on your arm and wrapped it in some Saran rap as you admired both of you and Marshall's tattoo's side by side.

Marshall grabbed your hand as you stood up in the chair and led you to the counter paying as you began thinking.

"What's up baby?" He said while holding the door for you.

"I was thinking.. what if we go skydiving?" He looked at you with an 'are you crazy face'

"Girl what are you talking about? You can't even handle being on a rollercoaster,"