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markdelonge · 2 years

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note before i start writing: this could either be the cutest thing ive ever written or a disaster im shaking from how nervous i am.

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request?: yes

pairing: jimmy smith jr. x female!reader

contains: fluff, horrible writing.

summary: jimmy takes y/n to meet his little sister!

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"Jimmy, are you sure about this?" You chewed your lip as you spoke to your boyfriend of one year now.

"Yes, baby, I swear she's gonna love you." He assured. You could hear the voice of his little sister singing in the background, your stomach flipped from how nervous you were before you took a deep breath.

"Okay, Rabbit." You continued chewing on your lip.

"Do you know when you'll be here?"

"Uhhh, we're leaving now but it depends on how long it takes the car to start but I'd say 15 to 30 minutes." He replied.

You noticed if you were to stay in bed any longer that you wouldn't be ready when they'd show up.

You lazily rolled out of bed and stretched before you decided to end the call with Jimmy

"Alright, baby" You started but was cut off by a yawn

"I'll see you when you get here, I have to get ready" You finished.

"Okay, I'll see you soon. I love you." He said and your heart completely melted. Although you guys say 'I love you' on a regular basis, it still warms your heart every time.

"I love you too, Jimmy" You smiled.

The call ended as you walked out your small bedroom and walked into the bathroom not too far from your room.

You decided not to do too much with make up or hair so you still had time when you were done getting ready.

You sat on the couch and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels aimlessly, not having an idea on what you wanted to watch.

Thankfully, minutes later, you heard 3 knocks on the door, the state of boredom leaving you as the anxiety built up once again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" You cursed under your breath as you tripped your way to the door.

You took a deep breath and cleared your throat before unlocked the door.

A huge smile played on your face as you opened the door to see Jimmy and Lily who he was holding on his hip.

"Good morning, Jimmy" You started

"And you must be Lily?" You asked, trying to sound as nice as possible.

All she did was nod, which you didn't take as offensive, she was most likely shy.

"Say 'hi', Lily" Jimmy whispered to his sister, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

"Hi" She said ever so sweetly which caused your heart to melt.

"Why, hello" You smiled as you moved out of the way to let them in your apartment.

"Hey, baby" Jimmy spoke after he put Lily down but she never left his side.

"So, what are the plans for today?" You asked Jimmy.

You had actually woken up to Jimmy's call this morning, he called you saying he was off work and had Lily and she had wanted to meet you.

"Um, I don't know yet" Jimmy said, looking at you.

"Can we go to the park?" Lily spoke up.

"Yeah, baby, we can do that" He smiled down at her and your heart melted for what seemed like the 80th time today.

"You cool with that?" Jimmy asked, looking back at you.

"Yes! I love parks" You said, looking down at Lily and winking at her

"Can we go now?" Lily asked, you could see the excitement and hope in her eyes.

Jimmy looked at you as if he was waiting for your answer, although he was the one with the car.

"I'll go get my shoes?"

"I'll start the car" Jimmy said turning back to the door.

"Lily, can you stay here for a second?" He started

"Can she stay here for a second?" He repeated his words to you to make sure you were alright with watching her for less than 5 minutes.

"Of course, Jimmy" You smiled

"Alright."

He kneeled down so he was at Lily's height.

"I'll be right back, baby. Okay?"

All she did was nod in response.

"Be good for Y/N real quick, alright?"

She nodded again.

He spoke so softly with her, it was the cutest thing ever.

He stood back up and looked at you

"I'll be back" He said before he opened the door and left

"So, Miss. Lily, do you have a favorite color?" You asked while sitting down to put on your beat-up white sneakers.

"I like green" Her response made you gasp

"No way!" You exclaimed

"Green is my favorite color, too!"

"It's been my favorite color since I could remember" You said.

"Really?" Her voice grew louder due to her excitement.

"Yes!" You smiled

Before you had time to ask her another question, Jimmy walked in.

"You guys ready?" He asked the two of you

"Yeah" You said as you jumped up.

"Lily, you ready?" You asked, looking down at her

She nodded before she put her arms up in front of Jimmy, hinting she wanted to be picked up which he did and she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder.

As you guys left your apartment building, you were walking next to Jimmy and you saw that Lily was staring at you. At first you had flashed a smile to her which she mirrored, then you stuck your tongue out in a playful way which made her giggle. You continued to make silly faces at her until you arrived at the car.

Jimmy placed Lily down before he patted himself down for his keys. After he found them he unlocked the car and opened the passenger door.

"For you" He smiled, his actions had caused you to laugh

"Thank you, kind sir" You replied before getting in the car.

He shut the door and not long after that he opened the backseat door.

"C'mon, Lily" He said to his little sister as he helped her get inside her booster seat.

You watched in the rearview mirror as you took a mental note that Jimmy was amazing with kids which made you fall for him even more. Although having kids wasn't even a thought that would ever cross your mind, you couldn't help but imagine how he'd be with your kids one day.

"Hey, Jimmy" Lily's adorable voice spoke out

"Yeah, Lily?"

"I really really like Y/N" She tried to whisper but it didn't really work out given that you heard what she said.

You smiled to yourself as you noticed you had completely nailed meeting his little sister.

"Yeah?" He started

"Well, can you keep a secret?" Jimmy asked her and she nodded and giggled

"I really really really like Y/N" Jimmy whispered but it was loud enough for you to hear.

He finished buckling her in before he shut the back door and got into the driver's seat.

"What took you so long?" You joked, acting as if you didn't hear their conversation.

"Oh nothing, Lily just wanted to tell me something" He played along as he started to back out his parking spot.

"About what?"

"About how much s-"

"JIMMY, NO!" Lily cut off Jimmy.

"What? Can I not tell her what you said?"

"It's a secret" Lily replied

"Oh oh oh, okay, my bad"

"Sorry, babe, I can't let you in on our secret" He said as he looked over at you for a split second before turning his eyes back on the road.

You fake pouted before you turned back to look at Lily.

"You wanna listen to some music?" You asked, smiling.

"Yes!" She said with excitement in her voice.

You laughed a little as you turned around and turned the radio on.

#im gonna close my eyes before i press the post button because i hate hate HATE THIS #HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARSHALL #my baby <3 #eminem #eminem x reader #eminem imagines #eminem is the queen of rap #yuh yuh #jimmy smith jr x reader #jimmy smith jr #jimmy smith jr imagines #8 mile #2000 #rap

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fanciestghost · 2 months

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#ANOTHER TMC BIRTHDAY EDIT #HAPPY BIRTHDAY JONAH MARSHAL!!!!#GOOBER!!!#rip Jonah you would’ve loved Minecraft #tmc #the mandela catalogue #jonah marshall #character birthday #ouija board ghost #my edit

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bunkeki · 5 months

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lil Marshal

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largecucumber · 19 days

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Marshal Lannes with a huge knife! 😳

I dunno why I made him look stunned, but whatever. How’s everyone doing? 😚🎂

#napoleonic era #napoleon’s marshals #jean lannes #digital art #happy birthday #🎂💘

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viking-raider · 1 year

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Happy Big 4-0 to this handsome nerd!

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miagomez-1509 · 2 years

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HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY (just one day later) TO THIS LEGEND!!! I LOVE HIM SOO MUCH 🥹💓🥲 and I wish he knows that, he’s an inspiration and he may not be perfect but no one is , to me he’s more than perfect. He became someone no one asked him to be in a lot of categories and that’s amazing. So happy late birthday to the GOAT 🐐.

10/17/1972 was the day a legend was born 💗💙

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josefavomjaaga · 4 months

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😥 I was working long hours and took even longer to get to work (due to train strike), so I missed Marshal Ney’s birthday. I’m so sorry! I had planned to translate something special, and I hope it’s still a bit of a present even if it’s a day late.

In summer of 1809, while Soult was still licking his wounds after the disaster in Oporto, anxiously waiting for Napoleon’s judgement and trying to defend himself against all the rumours that accused him of high treason, all the while doing his best to bring Joseph and Jourdan to some action against Wellington - guess who at the same time came to Galicia to pay Michel Ney a visit? Right, Ney’s most devoted Dutch fan girl, Ida Saint-Elme! And it’s a particularly romantic part of her recollections, which were published as "Mémoires d’une Contemporaine":

Ney, who was hardly resting either, had just subdued Galicia.

Okay, Soult already wants to protest against this claim, but let’s ignore him. Please, Ida, go on:

I joined his corps at Banos, forty-eight hours before he came face to face with the English army, which the Marshal completely defeated. Already the spectacle of war, meeting the French battalions, the scent of glory, sweeter to breathe in this country than that of the orange trees that embalm it; this active life, animated entirely by emotion and spectacle, revived my imagination weary of the empty pleasures of the courts and of voluptuous Italy. I felt I was in my element: I was close to Ney, close to the heart that alone could make mine beat. I was happy just to know that he was so close to me and to tell him that we were barely a league apart. Here is the note I received in reply to mine: "Since it's your taste to have an arm or a leg less, hop on a horse and come here." As I read this short, military invitation, I jumped in the saddle and rode off. I had hardly gone a quarter of a league when I met him, and I read in his beaming face all that his note had not told me, the joy of seeing me again, which was the reward for my journey and happiness itself. I have forgotten the names of the places we passed through, but it seems to me that I have never seen a more enchanting place, a more beautiful sky, a sweeter dawn. There was something wild and proud about this rich and picturesque nature.

The road was lined with rocks like a crown. "Here is a magnificent shelter of ravines," Ney said to me, "the tree-lined slopes of which ensure their coolness; let us stop here; you must be in need of rest; we both need to open up and talk;" and here we were, with our horses' bridles slung over our arms, pushing aside the fragrant undergrowth with a vigorous hand, and looking for a retreat that could hear our confidences: it was easy to find in the ravines of Galicia; and, a few hundred paces from the road, we could believe ourselves to be entirely alone in the world. Our horses were quickly tied up, and the secluded spot a little farther on completed the safety of this meeting, so sudden and so little expected. We had been sitting for a few minutes when Ney struck the trunk of an old cedar with his foot, and said to me: "Here, Ida, here is a support for our feet, which will at least save us from a fall;" and, confident in this support so well met, we no longer feared to tread the embalmed moss which served us as a wild divan. I looked at him like one of those figures from a long dream, which the day suddenly shows and illuminates, and which we recognise with all the anxiety and all the troubles of the dream. It's him, though; it's definitely him, I said to myself; I can tell by the glory shining on his forehead, by the pressure of his powerful hand, which is as recognisable as his glory.

Thinking more of the hero than of my love, of the captain needed for his army than of the man needed for my heart, I shuddered fearfully at the thought of this isolation in a country so full of dangers, where a warrior's halt might unexpectedly be surprised by the dagger or bullet of partisans; in a country where hatred of the French name reverberates and watches from mountain to mountain. I felt guilty exposing to these perils, beneath such a great man, a life so dear and so beautiful, that informed assassins could cut it short. It was only a quick thought, but a vivid and gripping one, which, disturbing my thoughts, made me cling tightly to Ney, and as I let out this stifled whisper: "Ney, my friend, let's not stay here; let's go away." - "No, no," he replied, holding me back; "where else would we be, without witnesses to a happiness that I have rediscovered, and which needs solitude and mysterious effusion?" I looked at him with surprise at these words, but with delight, for I was as happy as I was astonished to have remained so dear to him. Never had Ney's face seemed more expressive, never had his looks been more eloquent, never had his words been more intoxicating.

If this was a modern-day AU, this would be the perfect moment for Ney’s phone to ring and for one infuriated Soult to ask why the F he was not receiving any news from Ney’s troops in Galicia. As it was, Ida’s little tête-à-tête with her one-and-only Ney could continue.

At the sight of the security imprinted on the warrior's features, I regained a similar security; there are those moments when everything you feel gives way to everything you inspire. Oh, what inexpressible delights this happiness given by a great man was! Our hearts, separated by such a long time and such long distances, seemed never to have parted, and tasted the pleasure of a similar conviction and an equal sharing of emotions. A new fear came to suspend the enchantment and give it, as it were, all the price of a victory. The reverse side of the ravine which had received us sloped down very rapidly; the trunk of the tree which supported the effort of our feet, a solid yet powerless support, suddenly gave way and broke at the very moment when, immersed as we both were in the rapture of an intimate conversation […]

Listen, it was a conversation, okay? They were only chatting! Intimately chatting!

[…], we had forgotten even the possibility of such a peril, from which Ney's presence of mind and prodigious strength alone saved us: With one hand he seized the branches of the bush that had sheltered us; with the other he pressed and held me violently against him; and, thanks to this struggle, we were able to regain our breath, escape the precipice, and manage to get back to our horses.

I really do not want to know how his aides would have tried to explain the fact that their marshal had fallen into the abyss and to his death while having an intimate conversation. Or why his pants were still up on the cliff...

But if any of the artists out there are looking for inspiration...

Speaking of Ney’s aides, one of them, Levavasseur, in his memoirs has this to say about Ida’s apperance in Spain:

It was at Banos that I saw a French woman arrive on horseback and ask for Marshal Ney. It was the woman who has since called herself la Contemporaine. This woman soon disappeared; what she says about the Marshal in her memoirs is pure invention.

Levavasseur: Don’t you believe what that woman wrote about Ney, she’s a total liar! Besides, she was only with us for a very short time…

But the funniest thing is his casual report on why Ida probably had to leave again so quickly: Ney was already occupied otherwise.

During this trip, the marshal took a tender interest in the duchess; one of my comrades had declared himself the knight of the eldest daughter, and I myself protected the youngest […]

I can’t help but think that the interest the general staff of this army corps was showing to all things female was overly excessive even by French standards… - Wait, what’s that? Oh, another missed phone call for Marshal Ney. Marshal Soult wants to discuss priorities in war times...

#napoleon's marshals #michel ney #ida saint-elme #peninsular war #galicia 1809 #happy belated birthday

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mrsbsmooth · 3 months

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Happy birthday to my dear and very good friend @ellegreenwxy who literally deserves the entire world and universe.

In celebration of her birthday, here’s Mechanic Marshall discovering he has a thing for being submissive (canon) and high heels (let’s be honest basically canon he desperately wants you to step on him).

Well. This was an awfully intimate position to be in with a customer. Laney looked up at him, her eyes dark as the open road at midnight, wild as the night sky and narrowed as if she was thinking of doing things that no one would ever expect from ‘a girl like her’. His lips were on hers before he could even catch the sparkle of mischief in them.

Read Now on Ao3

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLE #love island the game #litg ff #litg fanfic #litg Marshall #litg s6 #litg #mechanic Marshall #sm*t #hehe

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captainknell · 6 months

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Happy birthday to Marshal MacDonald! November 17, 1765

#marshal MacDonald #etienne jaques-joseph-alexandre MacDonald #happy birthday #napoleons marshals

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nostalgia-archives · 7 months

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Happy 51st Birthday to Eminem.

#eminem #slim shady #marshall mathers #happy birthday #happybirthdayeminem

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oniondraws · 2 months

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Happy birthday Jonah the marshall!!

🎉

he would be 36 today !..

would.

#onion actually draws #jonah marshall #happy birthday Jonah!!#my favourite tmc blorbo!!#onion posts

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sadviko-off · 7 days

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Dear Felix, happy birthday to you! @weaselandiascout

I wish you all the best, I’m glad that you and I were able to become friends! I hope that our friendship will be strong and long! You are one of my best friends! ^ ^~

Funny bonus :"3

@roxihybrid23 ,Me and Felix

#squirrel and hedgehog #sah #squirrel and hedgehog oc #sah oc #my art #my friends #my friends ocs #me #happy bday #happy birthday #my friend #furry #funny #sv #marshal sad viko #sad viko

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bunkeki · 7 months

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Marshal!

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calpurnia31 · 4 months

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Feliz cumpleaños, Colorado! 🥰

#michel ney #le rougeaud #le brave des braves #napoleon’s marshals #napoleonic wars #happy birthday

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everymanyaoi · 2 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JONAAAHHH!!

(You share a birthday with my sister!?)

🎂

#jonah marshall #tmc jonah #mandela catalogue jonah #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #HAPPY BIRTHDAY JONAH MARSHALL!#magpie doodlez

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josefavomjaaga · 9 months

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About Bessières

Very belated for his birthday a short description of Bessières by general de Bourjolly, quoted in "Les cinq épées":

His attitude is cold, calm, dignified and almost proud, but deep down you couldn't be more benevolent. He observes a lot and speaks little, rarely writes and wants to see everything for himself; on battle days he is all eyes and ears and does not get off his horse; he tires out three or four of them in a day. On the march and while on business, he eats a piece of bread rubbed with garlic, as they do, he says, in his country; he never has any money and is always giving to wounded soldiers. His sensitivity is extreme, and we have seen him refuse objects offered to him by the local authorities, such as paintings and weapons.

[Soult shouting from off-screen: "Paintings? Leave them here, I'll take them!"]

All his luggage fits into a small carriage that a major would not be content with. Although polite to the point of sweetness, he nevertheless inspires fear, because he is stern. He is superb under fire, with unrivalled composure; but when the moment comes to charge the enemy, his face is animated and his eyes flash lightnings; then his voice dominates the noise of the gunpowder, he puts himself at the head and leads his riders, who admire him and love him like a father. Always elegantly dressed, he puts on his finest for battle. His hair is slicked back, exposing a high, broad forehead. His hairstyle is that of the old regime, with white powder and a brigadier's tail. He does not like saucy remarks or irreligious jokes.

The part about his single carriage cannot have been true anymore in Russia, as I have seen a letter to his wife, stating that he had been able to sell some of his vehicles "to the viceroy".

#napoleon's marshals #jean baptiste bessières #happy birthday marshals

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