#hes dressed like eminem

[babblingeccentric]

Further evidence Borsalino is just some douchebag from New Jersey

[nicoscheer]

Just got on the tour bus x On our way to Europe buzzing to play for you, let's smash it x love MK

lol this is hilarious Matt and Amanda crying about meeting her the Grammys and her just casually commenting on Miles’ post🤣🤣 (aside from following the other)

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She´s back !!!

looking for the hottest vintage shops

[deadandwalking]

SCREAMS AND CRIES AND PUKES AND MOANS AND CONVULSES

[therealcocoshady]

Hi coco!

Can you do a one shot about a younger actress reader?

There is a tiktok going viral about her saying that she likes older men and another where she is looking at marshall at an event with "fuck me eyes"?

Reader freaks out when marshall just slides into her dms but later they are spotted together at the paparazzi?

I just find it cute and awkward 💀

DADDY’S SPAGHETTI 🍝

Eminem x Young Actress Reader

Synopsis : You are a young actress whose crush on Eminem becomes public. You are mortified about it… until he slides in your DMs.

Author’s Note : I absolutely LOVED this request, I had to give it a go ❤️. I was inspired and I swear I never wrote anything that quickly. It is short and sweet and I hope you enjoy it. ☺️

You thought you were done being publicly embarrassed. Yet, life was proving you wrong. As an actress who had her start in her teenage years, you weren’t a stranger to embarrassment. From awkward casting calls to stupid deaths on TV, it was practically part of the job. However, as your career evolved, you thought it would go away. After all, you were now in a better position, able to choose the projects you were involved in and you had garnered the respect from your peers and the industry. Even the media had become more kind towards you. In a matter of years, you had gone from the awkward teen movie star to well-respected actress, and you were able to look back fondly to your early years. You even joked about how awkward you were, back then. The last thing you expected was for it to start all over again. 

You were walking the red carpet for the premiere of your latest movie, your biggest project to date. It was truly the highlight of your career : a role created specifically for you, a movie directed by someone you admired, a beautiful story told on the big screen… You had gotten your fair share of praise in the past, but you knew this was going to be your « big break ». Behind the scenes, everyone had praised your performance and told you it was « Oscars material ». You didn’t know if that was true or not, but you were on cloud nine nonetheless. When you walked the red carpet at the premiere, in a custom Elie Saab gown, everything felt right and you weren’t even stressed out when you answered the questions of a few journalists present. 

You look truly amazing, tonight, one commented. Who are you wearing ? 

Thank you ! This is a custom Elie Saab, I feel like a princess. I sort of had to dress up for this beautiful event, you replied as you tried to shift the focus on the movie. 

This is your biggest role to date, another said. How do you feel about the movie ? Have you seen it ? 

I’ve seen bits and pieces. But I’m going to discover the whole thing tonight, you said with excitement. I’m very confident. Filming with such a director was an honor and I know that the result will be great. I can’t wait for everyone to see it ! 

One thing that everybody is really excited about is the soundtrack, too, a third journalist chimed in. Eminem was involved. Have you heard the theme song yet ? 

I haven’t, you said. But it’s Eminem so I know it’s going to be absolutely fantastic ! I can’t wait to hear it ! 

You sound like you like his work. Have the two of you met ? They asked. 

Oh, I’m his biggest fan, you said with a huge smile. His music’s the soundtrack to my life ! But no, I haven’t met him… 

Tonight’s your chance, they joked. He is over there. 

They pointed to him and Eminem was, indeed, a few feet away from you. He had been a celebrity crush of yours for years and you were absolutely starstruck. He was even more attractive than in pictures ! You couldn’t help but stare. This man was oozing charisma and commanding attention. You didn’t even notice that you were looking at him with « fuck me » eyes and licking your lips. For a brief instant, you completely forgot where you were, until you heard your name being called, signaling that you had to keep walking and enter the screening room. That night, you didn’t get a chance to meet your idol, though. As the lead of the movie, people kept on coming over to you and talking to you. It was probably for the best, too. You had been starstruck enough on the red carpet ad you did not trust yourself to have a pleasant exchange with him. 

Of course, the video of you thirsting over Eminem went viral. It would have been kind of cute if other clips hadn’t surfaced. There were videos from years ago, of you talking about having a crush on him - God, you really didn’t have a filter, back then - and especially one interview where you were candid about being attracted by older men. 

What’s your type when it comes to men and dating ? The journalist asked. 

I like mature, older men, you said candidly. I’m not really attracted to people my age. 

Any physical features you’re attracted to ? 

Oh, it’s typical, you know, you giggled. Dark hair, blue eyes… I like a nice beard, too. 

So basically… Eminem ? The interviewer playfully asked. 

Oooof… You have no idea, you replied with a grin. 

Isn’t he… Old enough to be your Dad, though ? 

Let’s just say I wouldn’t mind calling Marshall Mathers Daddy, you giggled. 

At the time, this interview didn’t make much noise. It was for an indie podcast and, seeing as you weren’t too famous at the time, it sort of flew under the radar. It was kind of a harmless joke and a nod to your thirst for him, which all your friends were very much aware of. However, the video resurfaced after the viral red carpet clip, and people were quick to make edits, soberly titled « Y/N thirsting over Eminem over the years ». Your friends jokingly forwarded them to you and you know they were being playful, but to you, it was everything but fun. You were absolutely mortified. Having a crush on him was one thing, but there was a literal video of you staring at him like you were in heat. So much for being a classy movie star… 

The nail in the coffin came when Marshall was interviewed and asked to react to the video of you thirsting over him. He seemed genuinely surprised, leading to think that he wasn’t aware of the clip before the interview. All in all, he didn’t say much, he just described the whole thing as « flattering » and quickly went on to praise your performance in the movie : « We didn’t actually meet, but I saw the movie, which I worked on the soundtrack for, and she is really amazing in it. Really talented. ». Thank God, he didn’t add to your embarrassment. Your friends were going crazy over this « Come on, Y/N, he said he was flattered and that you’re talented ! That’s cute ! You should DM him or something », they encouraged you. However, you didn’t. He was clearly just being classy and not publicly embarrassing you - you did that on your own anyway. 

A few days later, however, you had the biggest surprise of your life : a DM from him on Instagram. At first, you thought it was a fake account and didn’t pay it much attention but it was clearly him, verified account, blue tick and everything. You were nervous to open it and you almost didn’t want to. What would he say to you ? Most likely something along the lines of « Please don’t mention me ever again, that’s awkward, you’re awkward and your filmography is trash anyway». It actually took you a couple of days to muster the courage of opening it. Thankfully, it wasn’t anything horrible. Quite the contrary, actually. He was in LA for the week and wanted to know if you’d have dinner with him. You were terrified and freaking out, but also excited. At first, you were reluctant - what if you embarrassed yourself ? But ultimately, curiosity got the best of you and you accepted. Surely, if he asked you to have dinner with him, it couldn’t be that bad, right ? 

A couple of days later, the two of you went for dinner and joined at SoHo House in West Hollywood. Due to both of your fame, a members-only social club was a safe pace that allowed for privacy. You were nervous, at first, and some paranoid part of your brain was scared that it would be a complete disaster, but it was the contrary. He introduced himself as Marshall and was an absolute gentleman and a sweetheart. He mentioned he had seen a lot of your movies and described himself as an admirer of your work. The whole evening, conversation flowed easily between the two of you. He put you at ease and was one of the most interesting persons you had ever met, knowledgeable on a lot of subjects and funny as hell, too. You weren’t too sure, but it also seemed like he was subtly flirting with you, though you didn’t want to get in your own head and make assumptions. He was so chill that you weren’t star struck anymore, but you were still reasonably impressed and too scared to flirt, so you simply enjoyed conversation with him. You were usually scared to meet people you admired, afraid that you’d have a terrible interaction with them that would taint your perception of their work, but the whole dinner was heavenly and you were so glad he DMed you. In his company, time seemed like a foreign concept, so much so that you had to be kicked out of the club’s restaurant, since you were the only customers left and it was 2 in the morning. 

I can’t believe we’ve been here for six hours already, you giggled. Time really flew by. 

It did, he said with a smile. I’m really glad we did this, Y/N. 

Me too, you said shyly. 

You were in the lobby, about to part ways, and your heart was beating fast. The way he spoke your name had you feeling all the feels and you didn’t really want the moment to end. He was staring at you intently while you were nervously biting your lip, trying not to say something awkward that could ruin the night. « Don’t be that person, Y/N », you thought to yourself. 

Thank you for coming, he said. When you didn’t reply to my DM, I thought you didn’t really want to meet. But I had a really great time tonight. 

Yeah, sorry I… I actually took a few days to open your message because I was scared, you confessed. I mean, we haven’t addressed the elephant in the room tonight, but I did kind of make a fool of myself on the red carpet. And when you wrote, I was kind of nervous. 

You didn’t make a fool of yourself, he said reassuringly. Nothing to be embarrassed about. It was kind of adorable. 

No need to sugarcoat it, you said nervously. You’ve seen that video of me thirsting over you… 

I have, he said as he got closer to you. I’m pretty lucky… 

A-Are you ? You asked nervously. 

Yeah… Thank God they didn’t catch me staring at you the whole night of the premiere, he continued. Because I literally couldn’t take my eyes off you. You’re gorgeous. 

Oh ? Uhm… I mean… The glam team really did a good job, you babbled. And the stylists, too. 

They really did, he said with a smile as he got even closer. You were stunning. 

I mean, it was a lot of work for me to look good, you know ? I mean I normally look like tra-… I mean, not trash but you know it’s… 

There you were. Embarrassing yourself. There was only so much time you could spend in his intoxicating presence without making a fool of yourself and, apparently, it was six hours. He was smiling and you nerves were getting the best of you. You didn’t drink too much at dinner and you couldn’t even blame it on the cocktails. Just your dumb brain making interactions awkward. Thank God the lobby was dimly lit, otherwise, he would have seen your face turn bright red. You cheeks were burning from embarrassment. 

I-I’m sorry, you said. I’m not good at talking to hot people. I mean you’re… Oh my God, why can’t I shut up ? I’m sorry, it’s late and -

I’ll help you, he chuckled as he cupped your face and kissed you. 

The kiss was soft and romantic and you could feel him smile into it. He had one hand stroking your cheek while the other one was on your waist, pulling you close to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and fully leaned into the kiss as your lips parted ways, allowing his tongue to caress yours. Thank God it was late and you were the only people there, having some sense of privacy while the kiss got more and more passionate. When he broke the embrace, Marshall grabbed your hand and pressed his forehead to yours. 

Would you like to come to my room ? He asked with a smile. 

Ok, you nodded - still a bit dizzy from the kiss. 

In the elevator, you kissed hungrily and there was absolutely no doubt as to where this was headed. You usually weren’t the kind of girl to sleep on the first date, but your five-date policy was thrown to the fire. Marshall was way too hot, way too charismatic. Also, you’d fantasized about him long enough to make an exception. If every wet dream of yours he had inhabited over the years counted as a date, this was actually overdue. You made it to the room and quickly ended up on the bed with him on top of you, nipping at the sweet spot in your neck. 

Marshall, you moaned. 

You meant « Daddy », right ? He asked with a smirk. 

You stared at him with your mouth open, almost embarrassed as you remembered your comment about how you wouldn’t mind calling him Daddy. Your shocked expression made him laugh and he didn’t give you time to reply. Instead, he captured your lips and ran his hands under your blouse. That night, you did end up calling him « Daddy », as well as screaming his name while he ravished you in every way possible until the both of you passed out from exhaustion. 

The next morning, as you woke up in his arms, you weren’t too sure what to do or say, wondering if that was a one time thing or not. However, you weren’t confused for too long as Marshall asked you on another dinner date. You saw each other as much as possible for the remainder of his stay in California. It was meant to be casual, at first, but it quickly became more and, even though the two of you were busy, you tried to make it work. Whenever he came to LA to work with Dre, he would stay at your place and, as soon as you had free time, you flew to Michigan to spend time with him. It was only a matter of time until rumors started to emerge about the two of you, though you were careful not to be spotted together. 

DADDY’S SPAGHETTI : Y/N SPOTTED IN DETROIT. 

Oscar-nominated actress Y/N was spotted in Detroit last week. She was seen grabbing a takeout order from Mom’s Spaghetti on Woodward Avenue. Through the years, Y/N has been quite vocal about her love of Eminem, but it seems like she’s doing more than supporting the Rap God’s business venture. The hoodie she was wearing does look a lot like the one Eminem was wearing a few days earlier when he was spotted attending the Lions game. Last time she walked the red carpet, Y/N was seen thirsting over the Detroit rapper. Is there a chance they could appear at the Oscars together ?

[chelseaknoo]

can you do a Eminem fic like you’re friend did please! 🥺

2000s Eminem x Supermodel! Reader headcanons

Note: I’ve never really written for a celebrity before, so bear with me~

Inspired by @luvbarb3e

-You’re agent set you on an audition for the main girl in a music video for some rapper, and you surprisingly got the role.

-When you walk into the studio, you're greeted by the rapper himself who pulls you into a tight hug , smelling your expensive perfume and his hands reach down farther than would be accepted.

-After hours of filming semi-explict scenes of you and the Detroit rapper, on you're break he asks you for your number, which you unhesitantly agree.

-After picking you up from you're photoshoot he takes you on a date, which was filled with shopping and dinner.

-giving you the princess treatment by holding your bags,paying for you,opening doors for you,helping you out the car.

-After a few more dates during dinner at a fancy restaurant, he asks you to be his girlfriend, which you excitingly says yes.

-taking you back to you're hotel room to fuck you senseless.

-Doing photoshoots with him where he's seen worshipping you and your body,either him or you giving kisses,him flipping of the camera.

-Seating you in front row seats at his concerts.

-Rapping verses about you and immediately clapping back with a disstrack on any celebrity who dares has you're name come out of their mouth.

-Showing off his pretty girlfriend to the world.

-Now having you in his every music video.

-Ready to kick any perverts ass who dares to try anything.

-Buying you so many dogs and showering you with expensive gifts on random occasions.

-Taking your heels off for you after a long day and massaging them.

-Cooking and baking for him.

-Resting his head on top of you’re chest.

-Constantly eyeballing you’re body in you’re dresses and lingerie during you’re shows.

-Talking about you nonstop.

-Coming over to you’re house and cuddling with you in you’re massive pink fluffy bedroom, showering you with kisses as his hand reaches for the strap of you’re short nightgown <3

[dear-slim]

not your mama - m.m

Warnings: swearing!

Pairing: Eminem x fem!reader

Hallie had not gone a single day since you’d babysat her without mentioning your name at least once. 

“I want Y/N back!” 

“Me and Y/N made a cake when she came!” 

“No. Y/N makes better food,”. 

It annoyed Em in some ways, but he would be glad to finally stop his daughter from whining about you when he found out he had a concert. “Hey,” you heard his voice through the phone as you picked up, a smile on your face. 

Em was a bit terrifying but you liked Hallie a lot and you had to admit, you were a little intrigued by the somewhat mysterious rapper. “Just wondering if you could come and keep watch of Hallie again?” his gruff voice came through the phone. 

“Yeah, sure,” you said. Half of the want to go on your part was to learn about Em, but he wouldn’t be there, obviously. So once again, you turned up the house in your dress and heels, a little earlier so he wouldn’t be panicked. “Hey,” you smiled as he nodded to you, letting you in.

Yet again, he has a bandana tied round his head, an almost ridiculously baggy matching set of a grey hoodie and joggers, and his classic white trainers. “So, uh,” he said a little sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck as you blinked, a little bemused. 

“The show kinda got cancelled and shit,” he said, his voice almost a mumble as you nodded. “I can give the money back-,” you reached into your purse to return the stack of money he’d given you for the babysitting duty. 

“Nah, nah, it’s alright,” he said, pushing your hand back as you slowly deposited it back into your bag, “jus’, can you stay anyways? Hallie won’t stop goin’ on about you,” he explained as you smiled.

“She remembers me, then?” you asked, whilst following behind him so you could take in his outfit form where you were. “Hell yeah, she won’t drop it,” Em smiled, “fuckin’ obsessed with you, I swear. I wanna see what magic you do to make her like this,”.

“It’s not anything, really,” you said as little sheepishly as he smiled, following you into the lounge. “Must be something,” he said as Hallie’s eyes lit up, her voice shrieking your name Im excitement. “Y/N!” she gasped, almost shocked you’d come back. 

“Hey sweetheart,” you knelt down, giving her a little hug as she wrapped her small arms round you. “She doesn’t react like that to any other babysitters,” Em said, kneeling down to give his daughter a kiss on the cheek as she cling onto you like a koala. 

“Daddy, can me and Y/N make a cake?” Hallie asked, giving her father puppy eyes as Em sighed. “Go on then, but don’t make a mess,” he said, following you and Hallie into the kitchen. It didn’t even take thirty seconds for her to go against her father’s words. 

“Hallie-!” you gasped as the flour puffed onto your face, a white cloud of dust forming round both you and Em. You were both stunner, staring at each other in shock before your burst out laughing, Em moving his finger to glide it down your cheek and remove the flour. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said, stifling a laugh as he took in your dress, covered in the white powder. “You cam grab some hoodies or something from my room,” he said, as the dress was barely even wearable at this point. “Thanks,” you said, going up the stairs with a smile. 

You ended up pulling in a plain black hoodie, your legs bare as the hem of the piece of clothing reached to your mid thighs. And god did Em like seeing you in his clothes. “Can we make it a chocolate cake?” Hallie asked, grabbing the cocoa, as you took it from her. You weren’t gonna make the same mistake again.

“Just a little bit,” Em said, helping Hallie tilt the packet…only for her to dump near the whole thing into the bowl. “Oops,” she said, knowing fully well what she’d done. You sighed, taking over the stirring, hoping maybe the cake wouldn’t taste like just raw chocolate.

“Add some of this,” Em said, his hand brushing yours as he handed you some vanilla extract. Hallie busied herself as the ‘DJ’ (her words), finding some songs to put on. “Hallie,” Em said warningly as she put on ‘The Real Slim Shady’. 

He sighed, lifting her off of the kitchen counter and changing the CD to the clean version as you smiled, putting some dishes in the sink. “Hallie, you help me clean the dishes, okay?” Em said to her as she whined, shaking her head. “No,” she said, “you add Y/N can do the dishes, I wanna stir,”. 

You gave her the spoon as you went to the sink, letting her stand on a stool as you let the warm water flood over the dishes, Em taking the clean ones to dry them. It was a cycle, your fingers brushing every time you gave him a dish, cheeks tinged slightly red. 

The cake ended up tasting quite good, even if Hallie did manage to smear a swipe of chocolate across Em’s cheek. He wasn’t as scary as you thought he’d be, anyways. “Feel free to come back anytime,” Em said, cutting a slice of cake and placing it into a little box for you to take. “Thank you,” you accepted the box, waving Hallie goodbye. 

“I’ll come back to give the box and your hoodie back,” you said, as Em smiled, eyes dropping to your body for a split second. 

[laurawaldorf]

Hello! Finally our little Em Fanfic Fandom have more writers!

Can I request 000's Eminem falling for Rockstar!Reader that have a baby (Baby Daddy no present) she always bring everywhere and even steals some attetion to him? :b

🎸⋆°. 𝗦𝗡𝗔𝗣 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗜𝗧.

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| 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Marshall Mathers III (Eminem) x Rockstar!Fem!Reader.

| 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘: Fluffy.

| 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: N/A.

| 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗: yes.

| 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: Snap Out Of It — Arctic Monkeys.

( hey! i loved your request, I had a lot of fun writing it! I hope you like it. 🤍 )

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The noise of screams and applause filled the structure of the stadium where your rock band performed, you looked kindly at all the people who admired your art as you said goodbye with a wide smile after ending your show in New York.

— Thank you everyone for your support! Tonight was a very special night for us, New York! — You expressed with a vibrant smile, listening to all the love your fans had for you and your band.

The stage lights went dark, and you went backstage where your band team was with your youngest daughter, Remy, just two years old. You've always attracted a lot of attention in the industry, for being a successful rock singer with a successful band and a single mother who would do anything for your daughter, something Remy's father wouldn't do the same, he never did the least to get to know her after birth, leaving you alone to take care of a child, however, you did everything you could to fulfill your part of being a mother and a father in your daughter's life even with your busy schedule.

A happy smile spread across your lips as you picked up your daughter, your eyes sparkled when you saw that little child who had saved your life in so many ways. The other band members had the same loving smile for your daughter. The bassist, Mandy, approached Remy with a sweet smile.

— She's so cute! — Mandy said, stroking the little child's cheeks. — I saw a recording of her playing with the guitars, it was really cute!

You responded to the bassist with a smirk, looking up at the other woman, listening to the baby giggles that your daughter gave when she felt Mandy's touch on her cheeks.

— She sure is, Remy is passionate about guitars, maybe I'll give her one as a gift for her birthday. — You replied, turning your gaze to the child again.

On the other side of the dressing room, the guitarist named Axel who was adjusting the strings on his guitar was smiling at you and Remy.

— Maybe she'll be a guitarist like me, I'm really incredible. — He said in a cocky and fun way, making you laugh. — Yo, there's going to be a party at Dr Dre's mansion in a little while… are you going?

Mandy just let out a sideways smile and crossed her arms, throwing herself onto the small sofa there:

— I still don't know how you have contact with these Hip-Hop people...but I will go, will you, Y/N? — The bassist asked, looking up at you.

You continued to look at the girl in your arms, with your lips pressed together as you rubbed the back of your head in a tone of doubt.

— I will stay, Remy must be tired and she has school tomorrow...I'll stay at home. — You explained, raising your gaze to the two members who looked at him with an understanding look.

— That's fair. — Axel paused with a light sigh. — So, Mandy now call the other members because our car should already be waiting.

— Okay, we'll give you two a ride too, Y/N. — Mandy said, looking at Remy with a smirk.

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After a few weeks of your show, your performance was a complete success, it became news in all media and tabloids in all magazines. Your band's songs were played on different types of radio, from rock to pop, and it was also a constant question for some artists in interviews.

You were in your large apartment in downtown New York, in the kitchen as you prepared lunch for you and Remy while your daughter watched a random cartoon in the living room. You cut the vegetables and put them in the pan with bubbling water, your radio on the counter played some songs until you started an interview with Eminem, the rapper who was at the height of his career like you and who had already mentioned you in some songs.

You didn't pay much attention to the interview until the people hosting the interview mentioned your show and you, which made your interest grow quickly and take your attention completely to the radio.

— Yo, Em, I don't know if you're probably aware, but Y/N did a wonderful show a few weeks ago, we were impressed with how she managed to give such an authentic and captivating performance even though she just entered the industry. You've already mentioned her in some of your songs, how do you feel about her? — The interviewer asked, his voice squeaking slightly over the sound of the radio.

— To be more exact, I really admire what she and her band do. I was at the show with Proof watching her and it was…wow. As an artist, she has a lot of potential, and as a father...I see her as an inspiration, even though she is a single mother and has a huge career, she manages to be present in her daughter's life, and that is something to admire...In fact, If Y/N needs a candidate to be her daughter's stepfather, I'll volunteer. — Marshall said, in a joking tone that made all the interviewers laugh at the situation.

The whole situation left you with rosy cheeks and a silly smile on your lips, Marshall seemed like a nice guy, and who was also going through the same situation of being a single father after his divorce with his ex-wife, Kimberly. You felt a depth of truth behind his playful words, and that typical feeling of butterflies began to form in your stomach.

Your thoughts were quickly cut short after the sound of the landline telephone in the hallway of the apartment began to echo through the wall, making you turn off the stove and wipe your hands on the cloth on the counter, going over to the device.

Your hands went to the phone and placed it in your left ear, your silly smile remained on your face without realizing it.

— Hello?- — You were quickly interrupted by Mandy's excited voice coming from the other end of the line.

— Did you see what Eminem said about you on the radio? Girl, he's so into you! — The bassist's lively voice was mixed with some laughter.

You tilted your head slightly to the left side, pressing the fingers of your free hand to your lips.

— I saw…and did you see that he was at our show? But he was just joking, don’t be crazy. — You shrugged your shoulders, trying to convince yourself that it was just his joke.

However, Mandy wasn't convinced, she just rolled her eyes and snorted upon hearing your comment.

— You're always like that...it's clear he wants to talk to you! Look, Axel said that 50 is going to have a party and Eminem will be there, you go and I'll take care of Remy without any problems, you need to go! — The other woman said, you could feel her mischievous smile on the other end of the phone line.

Internally, you felt like you were going to explode. Your mind screamed for you to go and your skin heated up just thinking about talking to him, the blush on your cheeks became even more apparent and your smile grew even more.

— Okay...when is this party? I'll try to go. — You said in a shy tone, letting out a shaky breath.

The bassist let out a scream of joy upon hearing your question, and a proud smile formed on her lips.

— This Saturday! You have to go, choose your best outfit! — Ordered the other woman, ending the call without giving you a chance to respond or argue against it.

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The noise of Hip-Hop music and people having fun filled the air at 50 Cent's mansion, where the grand party that Mandy had mentioned to you days before was taking place.

You looked around and saw different artists having fun, drinking and even kissing in the corners of the room. You leaned on the bar counter in the center of the living room, while adjusting a black mini skirt and your black leather jacket with burgundy red details. In the other corner of the room, Marshall Mathers was watching you with a smirk on his lips, his gaze discreetly admiring your face and body, and by his side, there was his best friend Proof, who was observing the scene.

Without patience, Proof took his hands to the other rapper's shoulders and shook him lightly, making Eminem's gaze go to him.

— Are you going to stare at her like a idiot or go talk to her? — The boy asked, pulling his best friend out of his mental trance.

Marshall just muttered a small “Hm?” and again raised his gaze to you, swallowing dryly.

— I don't know, man... I don't know if she liked the “joke” I made on the radio. — Said the rapper, shrugging his shoulders and taking some of his drink to clear his throat.

The other boy just snorted and rolled his eyes, moving away from his best friend and looking up at you, letting out a sigh:

— If you don't go to her, she'll think you're just another cowardly dumbass! Go, man! — Proof replied, trying to encourage Marshall.

After a few minutes of mental preparation and encouragement from Proof, Eminem approached in slow and awkward steps, he quickened his breathing with each step he took and the closer he got to you.

You noticed someone approaching from behind, so you gently turned your head back and your gaze quickly landed on the rapper, which made your heart stop for a few seconds.

Marshall had the same reaction, his heart accelerated a little more when he saw your face and he felt his own body betray him, feeling his knees shaking as he tried to keep his posture upright.

— Yo, Y/N, right? — Marshall tried to start a conversation, feeling a spike of adrenaline in his heart palpitate.

Your hands felt cold and a shiver ran down your spine as you heard his voice mix with the sound of the party's loud music.

— Yes, it’s me... it's a pleasure to meet you, Marshall. — You replied, letting a sideways smile escape.

The blonde felt goosebumps on his skin when he heard you say his name, he knew he had a small crush on you...but he didn't know it was so intense.

— It’s nice to meet you too, so…I don’t know if you’ve listened to the radio lately, but I wanted to apologize if I offended you by the joke I made in that interview. — You could hear him slurring his own words in a nervous way, gesturing with his hands.

— It's okay, really. I even liked your joke, it was cute. — You answered him in the same way, your words escaping your mouths without thinking.

A spike of shame hit your heart as you realized what you had said, a red blush marked your cheeks as you widened your eyes slightly.

— Ah, so it's okay...do you mind if I buy you a drink? — The rapper asked, his nervousness slowly disappearing when he noticed the look on his face, his lips curling into a proud smile.

— I would love. — You replied, letting out a calm sigh.

⠀⠀────────────────────

The rest of the night went well, the conversation between you and Marshall flowed better than you expected.

It was interesting to see the industry's most feared rapper be so kind and completely interesting and funny. At the moment, you were outside the party, observing the dark sky full of stars contrasting with the lights that the buildings that New York emitted.

— So...I heard there's a super cool bar near here, want to go with me? Just the two of us. — Marshall said, stroking your right hand gently.

— I'd love to, Em. — You replied, intertwining your fingers with his.

[anjee0]

Pretty blue dress and lingerie

Eminem x Female!reader (Feel free to put in your own oc insert as well)

Description - Y/n comes from a girl's night and shows Marshall her new lingerie set.

Warnings - Smut, oral sex, a little bit of fluff.

“Marshall, I'm home!” Y/n called out at she stepped in to the house. There was so response so she presumed that Marshall was in their room.

Y/n had just come back from a long girls night. Her and her friends went out to the club, had a few drinks, partied and caught up with each other. Overall, she had a great time but she missed her husband so much and couldn't wait to jump into his arms.

She made her way into their room and saw Marshall sitting in bed, reading one of his comics. He heard the door opening and looked up to see Y/n. He smiled at the sight of her.

“Hey babe. When did you get home?” He asked.

“Just now. You didn't hear me when I got inside.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry.”

“It's fine. Don't sweat it.”

Y/n stood in front of her mirror as she started to take her jewellery off.

“I know I already said this before you left but, you look really beautiful in that dress. It's suits you.” Marshall said, with a soft smile on his face.

Y/n was wearing a dark blue dress that showed off her curves and right amount of her leg. It had small shiny gems decorated on it, giving it a beautiful sparkle. 

“Thank you, Marshall.”

“You should wear it around the house.”

Y/n chuckled. “I would if it wasn't so uncomfortable.”

She slowly took of the dress as it fell down her body, revealing the dark blue lacey lingerie she had underneath. 

“Is that a new set?” Marshall asked.

“Yeah. I got it 3 days ago. Do you like it?”

“I love it. Come here, let me take a closer look.” He said as he got up to sit in the edge of the bed.

Y/n smirked, as she moved over to Marshall and cupped his face. He kissed her stomach then slowly set her on his lap. 

Y/n kissed him passionately and leaned into him more. She moaned at the feeling of Marshall's bulge pressed against her already soaking pussy. She started rocking her hips against Marshall as she moaned into his neck.

“I need you.” She moaned into his ear.

Marshall didn't waste any time and immediately threw her onto to the bed. He took of his shirt, revealing his chest and his toned abs and muscles.

He took off Y/n's bra and started massaging her breasts. He sucked her nipple whilst twisting the other one. Y/n arched her back and moaned in pleasure.

Marshall cupped her clothed core and smirked at how wet she already was.

“You're so wet for me, huh?” Marshall said with a low, husky voice.

He continued to suck harder on Y/n's nipples as she took off Marshall's pants and boxers, leaving him naked. He took off her panties slowly and lined his dick up with her entrance.

He inserted himself into Y/n, making her moan loudly and arch her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her hands through his hair.

Marshall started thrusting into her, starting off gentle and then quickly getting faster and faster. Y/n was a moaning mess, she felt tears rolling out her eyes at the sensation.

He sucked and licked on Y/n's neck and grazed his teeth against her soft skin. He left a trail of hickeys along her neck and collarbone.

“Fuck baby. You're so tight.” Marshall growled as his eyes darkened.

The thrusts became harder and harder, he was practically slamming into her walls now. Y/n met her lips with Marshall's and kissed him passionately. Soon enough, his thrusts became more sloppier, indicating that he was close.

“Marshall, I'm gonna cum.” Y/n moaned as felt her self closer and closer to her climax.

“Cum for me baby.”

And with just those words, she came right there while screaming Marshall's name. She was suddenly thankful that their house was in a more private area, away from a lot people. 

Marshall came right after her and groaned into her neck. He pulled out of her and gave her a droopy smile. He moaned softly at the sight of his girl. Her hair was messy, her makeup was sweating off and she looked so exhausted. But she was smiling, feeling high from her orgasm.

“Let's get you cleaned up.” He said.

Marshall got a hit shower ready for them so they could clean up. They both hopped in and held each other close, embracing each other's warmth and love.

Marshall kissed Y/n's hickeys and then started to move down her body at a steady pace. He reach her thighs and started kissing dangerously close to her pussy.

She spread her legs slightly and blushed out of embarrassment when she realised that she was already getting wet for Marshall again.

“Needy, huh, babe?” Marshall teased.

He held onto her thighs and started kissing the folds of her vagina and soon enough, sucking on it. Y/n dug her nails into Marshall's shoulders as she moaned at the feeling of his tongue on her core. 

He inserted a finger in, then two and slowly started moving. The combination of his tongue and two fingers moving through Y/n's folds had her spinning into a spiral.

Soon enough, he added another finger in and quickened his pace. He continued to suck and lick harder.

“Baby, I'm close.” Y/n moaned.

“Cum for me baby.” 

Y/n came whilst moaning Marshall's name softly this time. He stood up and her eyes immediately caught attention of his beard and lips, glistening with her juices. She kissed him, tasting herself on her tongue.

Marshall and Y/n curled up in bed with each other, holding each other close and dear to each other.

“You were so good.” Y/n praised.

“Thanks babe. Up for round 2 tomorrow morning?”

“You know I am.” She responded with a smirk.

And just like that, they fell asleep peacefully in each other's arms.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut. I hope it was good :)

[markdelonge]

can you do an eminem hc in which his gf is in a band/ a rock artist?? strong gjrlboss vibes that matches his attitude :)

not my gif

...

title: em's punk gf

req: yes

warnings: blood mention and cussing

eminem masterlist

...

• alr so, she's prolly into punk

• dark blue hair and baggy clothes omg

• no one has ever seen her in a dress

• she's in a band too

• like a band that's as big as blink-182

• she can drum too

• ex drummer turned bass player omg

• huge stage presence, she walks on stage n the crowd goes crazy

• her and marsh met on the warped tour back in '99

• he had came up to her to ask if she was alright bc while she was on stage, she somehow busted her face open

• not really, but it was a big gash on her eyebrow

"yo, are you alright?" the bleach blonde went up to the bleeding girl.

"yea, i'll be fine, it's just a cut" she smiled

"y/n ... you're literally about to go get stitches" her bandmate chimed in

"yeah, but still, i'll be fine" she reassured.

"it's gonna make a dope scar, too" she joked, turning to the blonde guy.

"hey, you're that slim shady guy, right?" she asked, wiping some of the blood off of her eyelid with the back of her hand

"yeah" he half-smiled, still worried about the girl

"dope ... i like your music, i'm y/n" she introduced herself, sticking out her right hand that was covered in her blood before switching to the left one, which had none

"i'm marshall" the rapper shook her hand.

"are you sure you're good?" he asked once again

"yeah, i'll be fine, this happens a lot" she said while grabbing a towel to put on her wound

• the only shoes she wears are beat-up vans that has all her friends signature on it

• she looks like a skater but in reality she can't skate to save her life

• reappearing guest on jackass

• she has a lot of tattoos

• like amy winehouse type tats

• chipped nail polish

• she only ever paints her left hand nails because she's not left-handed and refuses to even try

• middle finger up in almost all her pictures

• anti-paparazzi

• she hates paparazzi

• and interviews

• mostly because they say shit like "why do you dress like a boy" "have u tried wearing clothes your size?" "are you dating one of your bandmates?" "are u gay?"

• she keeps a lot of her life in private (does that make sense?)

• like relationships n shit

• interviews like:

"so, we see that you hang out with eminem a lot"

"yeah, he's really cool"

"is there anything we should know?

"what do you mean by that?"

"like are you seeing each other?"

"why would that be something you need to know?"

"girl, just tell us! is there anything? do you have a crush on him?"

"no. do you?"

• she's in the punk rock genre but her favorite artists are mariah carey and beyonce

• marshall fell in love with her the day she sang an entire beastie boys album by heart

...

thats all i got bye

[aroaceacacia]

(if u know the answer please dont spoil it until the poll ends thank you xoxo. & you're welcome to reblog if youd like but no pressure)

[confiaenanaa]

I just saw this post on instagram and I really loved the 'directing' aesthetic. I was wondering if you can work it into a Em x y/n where she's hired to direct one of his music videos and they get along so well, always goofing off on set. Maybe they hang out off set too and she uses the videos she takes of him on her cell phone to use them for the video. Idk that post just gave me Em x director!y/n vibes.

https://www.instagram.com/p/DBt-zboy5Ya/?igsh=MTUybWI1NG5wODM0NQ==

directing - eminem

director!fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers

masterlist

synopsis: Y/N and Marshall have a cute friendship as she directs his music video

A/N: sooo I wrote this at 2 am so it might be bad (if it is i'll delete and start over I'll have to see in the morning) but I did enjoy this request! keep 'em coming. but just know there'll be more content out VERY soon!!

Y/N did not think she’d ever see herself directing a music video like this one, but, a check is a check. This video was definitely fun to film, though.

The set of Superman was quite the place to be. On the first day of filming, Y/N made her way over to the dressing people to let them know which outfit Marshall would be filming in today. That’s when she saw him. He was leaving his trailer, wearing a wife-beater and some gray sweats. She’d never seen someone like that before. 

-Do I got somethin’ on my face?

-Oh, um, no, no, sorry. 

-It’s aight.

He giggled a bit as he said that last part. He thought it was kind of cute how she’d get nervous around him. He knew she’d be fun to mess with as soon as he’d noticed her displeasure for social interactions. 

...

Throughout the time of filming, Marshall and Y/N grew sort of close. They’d hang out in his trailer and crack jokes during filming. Especially during freaky scenes. Y/N would always make fun of him when he’d be doing those scenes, making him laugh and having to start over. The cast and crew noticed the friendship growing rapidly, but chose not to comment over it. 

They’d realized they got along really well, and they enjoyed the same things. They started to hang out on and off set regularly. They even arranged pizza night where they’d go down to Y/N’s apartment and eat pizza (Marshall’s idea) and then have a spa night (Y/N’s counter idea). 

Marshall hated doing face masks and hair masks but it made Y/N happy and that was all Marshall needed. He’d do a million masks if he’d see that smile once more (though he’d never admit it). 

Y/N would take photos of him constantly on her digital camera and her phone. Always laughing when she saw them. She created an album with all these photos and would laugh at them next to him just to annoy him. During filming, whenever he’d look over in her direction, she’d pull up one of the photos and he’d break character.

They were truly any crew’s worst nightmare. But, they were adorable and Marshall’s friends couldn’t get enough. After so much heartache, they were just glad that he was happy again. 

During the post-filming/editing process, Y/N decided to add some of the photos and videos from pizza night to the music video and thought it’d be a fun addition. You know, like a contrast; one night he’d be partying with girls all over him and then living the lazy life the next. 

When they first watched the video, Marshall’s friends couldn’t stop laughing. They loved the idea and kept replaying it. Marshall acted like he wasn’t amused, but everyone could tell that he was secretly enjoying it. 

It seemed like the fans enjoyed it too. Always asking who the mystery camera woman was and who was behind the voice in the video. Even during interviews, they’d ask Marshall:

-So, is the girl behind the camera your girlfriend? -I don’t know. He said, smirking. Little did he know she sat in her bed watching that video forever trying to read between the lines and figure out if he truly likes her.

[fuck-customers]

My co worker, J, is a cishet white man who listens to Eminem and seems to fit the stereotype of homophobic man in my area but holy shit. Huge shoutout bc he has zero tolerance for homophobia or transphobia or racism or ANYTHING like that.

Some notable mentions include:

- a dad who was grumbling loudly about how "fags are asking for it by dressing like that" (about this guy who comes in regularly, has a beard, dresses very androgynously, and almost always has gorgeous heels) J goes "asking for what exactly?" The guy is like uhhhh and j adds that he shouldn't be teaching his kids hateful words like that and if he has a problem with gay people he can leave. He did.

- a newly out trans girl works here and he makes SURE everyone gets her pronouns right.

- some kids were being little shits bc they saw our bathrooms say all gender. He told them its not cool to be transphobic anymore and it makes you look uneducated and stupid. They left.

- an instacart shopper who comes in daily once said "theres a lot of gay people here" (derogatory) and J said yeah. Its very cool. And if he has a problem with it he doesn't have to take orders here.

So many more but my break is up.

10/10 good guy. And he's raising his kids RIGHT and showing them how important it is to love everyone. Amazing.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[storiesforallfandoms]

in the dressing room ~ eminem

word count: 3020

request?: yes!

“Hi there! Can I request a Eminem x reader fic? There’s so little of them 😩😩. So the reader and eminem are on tour (the reader is a singer) and they kinda have a sexual relationship going, not like friends with benefits, there’s feelings involved on both sides just nobody will admit it, and they kinda get hot and heavy and someone walks in on them, and they get caught having sex (someone like porter or skylar walks in on them) and eminem is like really protective (I find that hot idk why) and basically they confess feelings after. This is a lot and I’m sorry. You don’t have to do this either, I just thought about it on the toilet.”

description: in which they get caught going at it in his dressing room and, after he gets very protective of her, they’re forced to admit their feelings for one another

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, unprotected p in v), maybe a little angst?

masterlist (one, two, three)

He gave you The Look as you passed him backstage. It was a look you had become very familiar with; the “I need you right now” look. You had been on your way to meet up with Denaun to talk before the soundcheck, but The Look caused you to completely change course to follow him back to his dressing room.

The minute you were in the room and the door was shut before you, Marshall was on you. He had you shoved up against the door, his lips pressed roughly against yours. His tongue licked across your bottom lip, asking for permission. You parted your lips to allow his tongue to explore your mouth. You whimpered as he pressed his growing erection against you.

“I’m supposed to be getting ready for soundcheck,” you panted.

“You’ll be late,” he responded.

“Porter will have questions.”

“Fuck him.”

His hands grabbed at you hungrily. His hand unbuttoned your jeans and slipped beneath the waistband. You gasped as his fingers ran over your clothed core. He pressed two fingers against your clit and rubbed harsh circles. You bit your lip to muffle the moans that were coming up your throat.

“You’re so wet already,” he said. “Just from us making out? You must be eager.”

You nodded. You didn’t trust yourself to try and speak right now. You were sure that if you opened your mouth you would let out a loud noise and draw attention to the two of you.

He pushed your panties aside to run his fingers through your soaked folds. It was becoming harder to contain your moans as he started kissing your neck, his beard tickling your sweet spot as he sucked and nipped at the one spot. You knew he would likely leave a mark that would be hard to explain, but that was far from your mind right now.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed as you felt Marshall’s fingers slip into your cunt. His other hand quickly jumped to cover your mouth. You could feel him smirking against your neck.

He curled his fingers to perfectly hit your g-spot with every thrust inwards. With his hand over your mouth you felt free to moan to your heart’s desire. Not that you’d be able to control yourself anyways. It was like Marshall was pressing all the right buttons in order to make you lose complete control of your body.

Your eyes rolled back in your skull as you could feel your climax nearing already. Your body trembled from the merciless pumping of his fingers until a muffled shout escaped your lips and your walls clenched around him. It never ceased to amaze you how Marshall could make you see stars just be using his fingers, let alone what he could do with his dick.

You nearly whimpered when he slipped his fingers out of you. Your walls clenched around nothing, feeling empty. You knew that wouldn’t last for long, though.

“On the vanity,” he ordered. “Take the pants and underwear off first.”

You did as he said, quickly pulling your jeans and panties off in one motion and kicking them onto the floor. You sat yourself up on the vanity as Marshall undid his pants and pulled them down just enough for his cock to spring free. You couldn't help but gaze at it for a few moments as he pumped it a couple times, pre-cum already dripping from the tip. He ran the tip through your folds, collecting your slick. When he pushed into you, you let out a moan that he quickly muffled by kissing you.

You took every inch of him until he bottomed out inside of you. He groaned against your lips at the feeling of you stretching around him. He didn’t give much time to adjust to his size before he started to thrust into you. He found a rough, almost needy pace immediately. The vanity shook so violent underneath you that you were sure that it was going to break. Not that it mattered too much in the moment. All you could think of was how good it felt to have him side of you, abusing your g-spot again, easily dragging out another orgasm from you.

Neither of you heard the knock at the door, or the door opening, until you heard shouting behind Marshall. You opened your eyes to see Denaun looking at you both with wide eyes like a deer in headlights.

“Shit, Marshall stop!” you said.

He looked over his shoulder and hissed, “Shit.”

He pulled out of you and quickly pulled up his pants. Your jeans and underwear were still on the floor, leaving you bare. Marshall stood in front of you to hide you while you clenched your legs shut to really make sure Denaun couldn’t see anything.

“What the fuck, man?” Marshall said. “You don’t knock?”

“I did! Y’all were too busy to hear, I guess,” Denaun retorted.

“You don’t just walk in, man. Is this what you do even when I’m not in my dressing room?”

“Hey, don’t get mad at me because your horny ass forgot to lock the door!”

Luckily, he left and ended the awkward encounter. Marshall sighed and ran his hand through his hair. You sat in awkward silence, wishing you could melt into the floor and completely disappear. The rest of this tour was going to be incredibly awkward, you realized.

Marshall noticed your embarrassed state. He picked up your clothes from the floor and passed them to you. You couldn’t look at him as you took the clothes from him, still frozen from the embarrassment.

“Hey.” He placed a finger under your chin and gently coaxed your head back to look at him. “Don’t worry about it. Porter’s not going to say anything.”

You wished he would say something. Maybe other people knowing about your...situation would finally push something to actually happen between you.

The way he was looking at you just made you want to kiss him, and not just in a sexual way.

You pulled your pants back on and sighed. You knew you’d have to face Denaun eventually, but you were really debating on dropping out of the tour entirely and going MIA where Denaun, and no one from the touring crew if they ever found out, would never find you. Maybe where Marshall would never find you, too.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you exited the dressing room. You felt like all eyes were on you even though no one was even paying much attention as you and Marshall walked down the hallway towards the stage. You jumped when you felt Marshall’s hand against yours, his fingers interlacing between yours and giving you a reassuring squeeze. You didn’t dare look up at him when he did this. You weren’t sure if him holding your hand was making everything better or worse.

Denaun was already at the stage, testing his mic when you both arrived. He noticed the two of you and started to approach. You felt your stomach churning with nausea. You were so sure you were going to throw up right there in front of both men. Wouldn’t that just be the cherry on top of this embarrassing sundae?

“So,” Denaun started once he reached the two of you, “how long has this been going on between the two of you?”

You couldn’t speak. You could not will your mouth to move or words to come from it. You were completely frozen. You looked at Marshall, hoping he would take over for you. He was much cooler in this situation than you were, which you were grateful for. One of you needed to be levelheaded in this moment, and it certainly was not going to be you.

“A few days after the tour started,” Marshall responded for you.

“Days?!” Denaun asked in disbelief. “You guys have been together for months now and none of us have known about it? You haven’t been caught by paparazzi or anything even?”

“We’re not together.”

You felt your heart fall from your chest at Marshall’s choice of words. It shouldn’t be a surprise that he was saying that. You knew that you both weren’t “together”. It was purely a sexual thing, you had both agreed on that when it all started. But there was something about that constant reminder that just hurt to hear out loud.

You wanted to be with Marshall. Like actually with him. You had had a crush on him since the day you two met years ago, but you knew he didn’t feel the same way. You weren’t about to admit your feelings for him, either, and ruin your entire friendship. You’d rather live in unrequited hell than to not have him in your life at all.

Denaun looked at you both skeptically. “Oh really? Because what I witnessed in the dressing room, and the hand holding right now, says otherwise.”

You had forgotten Marshall was still holding your hand. You quickly jerked your hand out of his grasp and shoved it into your pocket. You looked down at the ground so that neither of the men saw the tears that were welling in your eyes.

“It’s not like that, man,” Marshall said. “It’s...we’re just fucking around. That’s it.”

“Really? There’s nothing else going on here? For real, man, you know I won’t say anything if there is. I know how you like your privacy.”

“There’s nothing, Porter, okay?”

Do I have to stand here and listen to this? you thought to yourself. It seems like Marshall has this situation all handled. Maybe I can just go back to the bus and skip soundcheck today.

Denaun scoffed, catching you off guard. “Well, if that’s the case, then the two of you are the stupidest motherfuckers I’ve ever met.”

You finally dared to lift your head so you could give him a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“I know you’re not asking me that question when you’re here with that sad look on your face over hearing Marshall say the two of you aren’t together,” he quipped.

You felt your face heat up, but tried not to look away again and prove his point. “I’m just embarrassed, dude. You walked in on us fucking, that’s embarrassing as fuck.”

“No, embarrassment is what’s on your face now because I called you out. Before was sadness.” He turned to Marshall to add, “And don’t think I haven’t seen how protective you are over (Y/N). You looked like you were ready to kill me the minute I walked into the room, and don’t say it’s because I caught you guys fucking because I know that angry, protective look you get. I’ve seen it plenty of times when shit has gone down with your daughters.”

You looked over at Marshall, who was giving nothing away on his face. You cursed him for having perfected this stone cold expression when you really wanted to know if what Denaun was saying was true.

“Man, we can all see the way you two look at each other,” Denaun continued. “You’re like two love sick teenagers getting in their first relationship, except you’re both just too stubborn to admit there’s feelings involved here.”

“That’s cause there’s not,” you defended. “Marshall doesn’t like me that way, and I would really appreciate if we all just forgot all of this happened and we go back to our original setups where I’m just the opening act and y’all are the main show.”

For the first time during the entire encounter, an actual look of emotion crossed Marshall’s face; hurt. He turned to look at you, his brows pulled together. “Wait...are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. It’s best for everyone that way. I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

You needed a quick escape, so you turned on your heel and quickly walked off stage again. When you were sure you were far enough out of sight, you let the tears start to fall and broke out into a run to get to the nearest bathroom. You were in the process of closing the door and locking it when someone else turned the handle.

“Occupied!” you said, your voice breaking as you tried against to force the door shut.

“It’s me.”

You almost let out a laugh at the irony of the fact that he was the last person you wanted to see right now.

“Leave me alone, Marshall,” you said. “I just need a minute then I’ll be fine.”

“No offense, (Y/N), but I don’t give a shit. Let me in or else I’ll just stand out here until you come out.”

You sighed and let go of the door, stepping back so Marshall could open it and let himself in. He closed the door and locked it, which caused you to let out a bitter laugh. “So you do know how to lock a door. That would’ve been much more beneficial earlier so that this whole situation wasn’t happening.”

“Do not take an attitude with me when I don’t even know what I fucking did wrong,” he said. “Is it because Porter walked in on us? He just said he’s not going to tell anyone, and we both know we can trust him on that.”

“God, you’re so fucking stupid sometimes,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief. “What does it matter to you if I wanna end this whole arrangement anyways? It’s not like it’s a big deal or anything. It was just sex. You can go outside the arena right now and find hundreds of women who are more than willing to fuck you. It doesn’t need to be me.”

“But I don’t want anyone else, I want you,” he said.

“But why?”

“Maybe because I fucking love you, (Y/N).”

His confession took you back. A tense silence hung in the air as you looked at him in disbelief. You weren’t sure if you had even heard him right.

“No you don’t,” you finally said. “Don’t say that to me.”

“Why? Because you can’t bare to hear the truth? Well, I don’t give two shits, I’m telling you anyways. Ever since the day I met you I have thought the world of you, (Y/N). I thought it was just because we had become friends so quickly and because we were such a good team together, but I came to realize it’s because I love you more than just a friend. I just didn’t know how to tell you that without scaring you off.”

“But...” you said, still trying to wrap your head around his confession, “but when we started fucking, you said it was just for sex. No feelings involved, no strings attached. You said that, Marshall, not me!”

“Because that first night after we fucked you looked like you were going to pass out!” he argued. “You looked like you had seen a fucking ghost. I thought it was because you had regretted what had happened, so I tried to save it by saying that it was just a sexual situation we were going to be in. I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“I looked like that because I thought that you were going to tell me that you regretted it!”

You both looked at each other for a moment before a small smile tugged at Marshall’s lips. He let out a laugh, which caused you to laugh as well.

“We’re really bad at communicating,” he concluded.

“The fucking worst, apparently.”

Once your laughter had died down you were silent again. You weren’t sure what to say, and it seemed like Marshall was trying to figure out where to go with this conversation, too. It didn’t feel as tense anymore, but there was still some unanswered questions between the two of you.

“So, what do we do now?” you asked. “What happens with this whole...situation we’re in?”

“Well, it sounds like both of us want more than just friendship and sex,” he said. “So I think where we go from here is pretty obvious.”

You couldn’t help the wide smile that broke out on your face. “I wanna hear you say it, though.”

Marshall smiled at you and took a step forward, closing the small space between you. He was so close that you could smell his familiar cologne, a scent that become so precious to you that you couldn’t bare to smell it from anyone else. You looked into his eyes, waiting to hear him say the words that you had only dreamt of hearing for so long.

“(Y/N), will you be my girlfriend?”

You couldn’t contain yourself. As a response, you threw your arms around him and kissed him. For the first time, it wasn’t just a kiss of passion or lust. It was a real kiss, something to finally signify that the one thing you had wanted for so long was finally actually happening.

The sudden reaction caused Marshall to stumble backwards and the two of you almost completely fell over. You both chuckled as you straightened up and decided to try again. Marshall cupped your face in his hands and pulled you for another kiss. Butterflies exploded in your stomach as if it were the first time you had kissed all over again.

When he pulled away, he asked, “Was that a yes?”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course it was, you fucking idiot.”

He smiled and kissed you once more before you both finally managed to untangle yourself from one another. “Come on, we’re definitely very late to soundcheck.”

“Denaun is going to cream himself when we tell him what just happened.”

“Speaking of which.” Before you could walk out the door, Marshall took hold of your arm and moved very close to whisper in your ear, “We have some unfinished business that was interrupted earlier. You better be in my hotel room after soundcheck with no clothes on.”

You felt the heat between your legs reignite as Marshall walked on, pretending like he hadn’t just made you significantly teased for the rest of this soundcheck.

[vampiricnature]

Hey guys

FOP hcs under the cut

Dev Dimmadome

-has manic BPD

-curly hair (inherited from Dale)

-extremely closed off, emotionally really sensitive but is just really good at masking

-sleeps in the corner of his bed even if it's absolutely humongous

-likes futurama unironically

-favorite mlp character is sunset shimmer because she's "like, I dunno, whatever" (pretty and rebellious)

Hazel Wells

-favorite mlp character is Applejack because she's cool and strong, plus her accent

-high functioning autism!

-will debate people on whether or not ice cream is a food (it is and she always wins)

-usually when having episodes, her brother always helps her calm down, so when Dev has manic episodes she knows how to help him

Cosmo

-Bed hog

-loves slugs for no reason

-gifts Wanda moss and leaves (she loves it)

-very bisexual tbh, also uses she/her on occasion because he does drag 💪

Wanda

-genuinely enjoys Stephen King books, her favorite is Misery

-watches commentary videos about things she knows nothing about

-keeps every little trinket given to her by everyone (one time, hazel gaze her a rock with one big googly eye and Wanda put it on a shelf, and when hazel came over and saw it she started crying because Wanda displayed it)

Dale

-gay

-gay

-gay

Peri

-due to his love of fashion and his passion for helping kids, he's looked into symbols of support (he paints one of his pinkies red to show his support against csa)

-autistic because I'm him and I said so

-clicks his tongue against his teeth as his main stim (it usually hurts the tip of his tongue but he can't stop)

-scared of peacocks even though they're absolutely gorgeous to him. He just hates how they look at him

-loves fashion from all eras, but usually wears 70s/80s style clothing, with the occasional greaser look from the 50s

Jasmine Tran

-likes Katy Perry more than Taylor Swift

-had a weeb phase where she dressed in only anime merch for three months straight

-her favorite mlp character is Rarity because she's slay

-doesn't actually like musicals unless it's Disney or other animated movies, especially if the genre is pop or jukebox (like Trolls or strange magic)

Winn Harper

-avid Justin Bieber and Eminem fan

-tried roller skating but they don't have very good coordination like that, so skateboarding is much easier for them

-loves the "cool s" symbol

-says based about everything they like

-favorite mlp character is obviously rainbow dash because she's based

Anthony Wells

-ADD+OCD

-theatre lover, the kinda guy to like parody musicals (also watched scamilton and sobbed so hard because of how funnily atrocious it is)

-prefers red over blue Gatorade

-genuinely just a really good guy to everyone, naturally sweet

Irep

-Rivers is a vampire. Look it up

-uses gen alpha slang but also outdated trends like dabbing and flossing

-listens to ABBA on a daily basis, literally every night he plays gimme gimme gimme (a man after midnight) and in the morning it's Dancing queen

-only wears platforms because it makes him taller by like. An inch or two

-telle people to commit suicide on the internet for shits and giggles

-genuinely glad Peri changed his name because Foop embarrassed him and ruined his intimidating image

[therealcocoshady]

POV : You’re Marshall Mathers’s girlfriend and he worships you

Author’s Note : Hi guys ✨. I feel like it’s been a while since I last published something on here. Enjoy this little blurb I wrote. It’s kind of random but I think it’s kind of cute still 💕.

Marshall Mathers doesn’t really enjoy being treated like a king wherever he goes. He knows people give him special treatment out of respect, because he is a huge fucking superstar, but he doesn’t really care for it. He’s just a normal dude at heart, you know ? He likes it when things are kept simple. He’s not a huge fan of the deference, of people practically bowing and curtsying to him because he is Eminem. It’s weird.

But when it comes to you ? People better treat you like the absolute monarch that you are. This man will not accept anything less for the woman he loves. You are his sun. His days start and end with you. You are a deity he worships day and night and people better put some respect on his lady’s name.

He is not giving you the princess treatment. No. This would be good enough for any peasant. If he could, this man would build altars and monuments for you. You are his religion. Your birthday and the anniversary of your first date are holidays he refuse to work on. Doesn’t matter if he’s offered hundreds of thousands of dollars for a ten minutes performance, he simply refuses to be away from you on those days. And if you so much as utter an « I need you », this man will drop absolutely everything. He’s done it in the past and he absolutely has no regrets about flying for five hours on a day off from tour to be able to surprise you at work after you mentioned it was « so hard being away » from him. He is usually mindful about climate change but for you, this man will turn into Taylor « taking my jet for a ten minutes flight » Swift. He literally doesn’t care about the world burning as long as there is a smile on your face. Marshall is not a big spender but for you, he doesn’t care about numbers. His goddess deserves the very best and, thank God for that merch money, he is able to give it to you. He’s not a diva but he demands the very best for you. He couldn’t care less about the water brought to him in his dressing room before a performance. But he makes sure it’s your favorite brand. Same for snacks. If he has to fly someone to another country to get something for you, he absolutely will. In his mind, it’s the least he can do for the woman who blesses him with her presence. He is almost offended when someone fails to greet you properly and he absolutely is when someone straight up disrespects you. If he could, he would fight duels in your honor. Somehow, you managed to turn this stoic individual in the utmost gentleman. When he’s by your side, you will never be caught walking on the wrong side of the pavement, having to hold your own bags. He’d rather die than have that. But you’ll never be caught. Because he protects you like you’re the most precious treasure there is. He’s never caught in your presence, because he doesn’t want to have you plagued by the media and harassed by fans and, yet, he manages to show you off. In private, he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s head over heels with you. Your name is on his lips constantly, and the way he talks about you shows just how devoted he is. At first, people close to him got a little worried. Who were you ? What were your intentions ? It seemed like you were out of nowhere. Walked into Marshall’s life one day and, from then on, he was addicted. They had every reason to be suspicious. And then, they met you. And they understood. They got to witness the genuineness of your interactions, how your eyes mirrored Marshall’s devotion, the way he leaned into your touch so naturally and just how you seemed to heal the parts of him that had been left raw. For the first time in forever, they saw him at peace. Not merely content. Happy. They expected to hate you, because what kind of high maintenance brat has the most stoic man they ever knew act like a puppy ? Only, they couldn’t. It wasn’t quite clear how things worked out between you and Marshall and, in hindsight, it was none of their business. But they couldn’t hate you when it was clear as day that « Em » as most call him, had finally found a safe space. So you won them over as well, and they gave you the princess treatment.

[chelseaknoo]

90s Eminem x Victoria secrets model! Reader

Request: Hi, can I ask for a longer story (it can be short too if you prefer)? How about Marshal in the 90s with a Victoria Secret model, paparazzi catches a cute moment between them and Em's friends make fun of them and the fans and media are crazy to see a cute side of him, and then he reminds everyone at an awards show that his cute side is only with his girl...

Note:Sorry I couldn’t make it longer enough I hade to rush it

Marshall Mathers—better known as Eminem—had been your boyfriend for a few months now. The two of you meeting was nothing short of surreal, thanks to Dr. Dre’s matchmaking. Dre had noticed Marshall’s little obsession with you when he caught him flipping through magazines featuring your modeling work—Victoria’s Secret, Playboy, and others. At first, Dre didn’t say much, but when he saw how tongue-tied Marshall got every time your name came up, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

It all started the night Dre surprised Marshall backstage at one of his concerts. You had no idea you were about to meet the man himself, but Dre had convinced you to fly out, promising it’d be worth your while.

---

The room was dimly lit, a sharp contrast to the blinding stage lights that had been in Marshall's face all night. He had just stepped offstage after performing in Detroit, his home turf, with adrenaline still coursing through his veins. Dr. Dre was leaning against the wall of the dressing room, scrolling through his phone casually like he didn’t have a surprise up his sleeve.

“Yo, good set tonight, man,” Dre said, looking up.

“Yeah, thanks,” Marshall replied, wiping his face with a towel and grabbing a water bottle. “Crowd was hype. Detroit never disappoints.”

Dre smirked, tucking his phone away. “So, you remember how you keep talking about that one Victoria’s Secret model you like?”

Marshall froze mid-drink, side-eyeing his mentor. “What are you talkin’ about?”

Dre raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Don’t play dumb, Em. I’ve seen your magazines. You’re always like, ‘Man, she’s so fine,’ every time her ad comes on TV. What’s her name? (Y/N)?”

Marshall turned red, scowling. “Yo, why you gotta put me on blast like that? I ain’t sayin’ nothin’.”

“Relax,” Dre chuckled, pushing himself off the wall. “I ain’t clownin’ you… much. Anyway, I might’ve done somethin’.”

“What the hell did you do?” Marshall asked, suspicion lacing his voice as Dre made his way to the door.

Dre opened it slightly and leaned into the hallway, waving someone in. “Yo, come on in!”

Marshall watched in confusion, his brows furrowing. The door swung open wider, and there you were—dressed casually but effortlessly stunning. It was a stark contrast to the glamorous shoots he’d seen you in, but somehow, it made you even more breathtaking.

“Hi,” you greeted with a warm smile, your voice soft but confident.

Marshall’s jaw nearly hit the floor. He blinked several times, convinced this had to be some elaborate prank. “Yo, what—” he stammered, looking between you and Dre. “What is this? Are you serious right now?”

Dre clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Dead serious. Thought I’d help you shoot your shot, man.”

“Wait… what?” Marshall was still processing, running a hand over his buzzed blonde hair.

You stepped closer, extending your hand. “I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to finally meet you, Marshall.”

“Uh… yeah, yeah. Nice to meet you, too,” he said, shaking your hand like he’d forgotten how to function.

Dre leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, grinning like a proud matchmaker. “Told her you were a fan, Em. Turns out, she thinks you’re pretty dope, too.”

Marshall’s head snapped toward Dre. “You told her? Man, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Relax, man. She’s here, ain’t she?” Dre shrugged, unbothered by the flustered rapper’s reaction.

You laughed softly, the sound instantly easing Marshall’s nerves. “He’s right. I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t want to meet you. I’ve been a fan of your music for a while now.”

“You… have?” Marshall asked, the disbelief evident in his tone.

You nodded. “Absolutely. ‘My Name Is’ is iconic. And your flow? Insane.”

Marshall chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Damn, that’s crazy. I mean… thanks. I don’t even know what to say right now.”

Dre pushed off the doorframe. “Well, y’all have fun. I’ll leave you to it.” He shot Marshall a knowing look before disappearing into the hallway.

As the door closed behind him, silence settled between you and Marshall. He shifted awkwardly, trying to think of something clever to say but coming up blank.

“So, this is your hometown, huh?” you said, breaking the ice.

“Yeah. Detroit. Born and raised,” he replied, finally managing to meet your eyes.

“It’s cool to see where you’re from,” you said. “You must love performing here.”

“Yeah, it’s different here. The crowd’s wild, but it’s home, y’know?”

You smiled. “That’s awesome. I can tell you’re really passionate about what you do.”

Marshall felt himself relax a little, the initial shock fading. “Yeah, I mean… music’s everything to me. Keeps me sane, y’know?”

You nodded. “I get that. Modeling can be pretty intense, too. It’s nice to have something that keeps you grounded.”

He tilted his head, curiosity piqued. “How’d you get into all that? Modeling and stuff?”

You chuckled. “Kind of by accident, honestly. I got scouted when I was younger, and it just took off from there. But I love it. It’s given me opportunities I never dreamed of.”

Marshall grinned. “Yeah, like meetin’ me, right?”

You laughed, and he felt a surge of confidence.

“Exactly,” you teased.

The two of you spent the next hour talking like old friends, the initial awkwardness replaced by an easy connection. Marshall couldn’t believe Dre had actually pulled this off, but he wasn’t about to question it.

---

Months had passed since that unforgettable night when Dr. Dre introduced you to Marshall. What started as a whirlwind of nerves and uncertainty quickly blossomed into something neither of you could have anticipated. Now, you and Marshall were inseparable—a happy, albeit unconventional, couple.

Tonight, you found yourself seated in a cozy corner of a trendy Detroit restaurant. It was one of Marshall's favorite spots, lowkey and unpretentious. He had invited some of his closest friends, including Proof and Denaun, for dinner. The table was filled with laughter and conversation, everyone relaxed as plates of food were passed around.

Marshall sat beside you, his arm casually draped across the back of your chair, while his other hand toyed absentmindedly with the edge of his napkin.

“Yo, this mac and cheese is fire,” Denaun said, holding up a forkful. “Y’all need to try this.”

Proof leaned forward, squinting at Denaun’s plate. “That ain’t better than my grandma’s recipe, though. Don’t even start.”

Marshall chuckled. “Man, Proof, you’re always hypin’ up your grandma’s cooking. I’m starting to think she don’t even exist.”

“Say that again, and I’ll have her make a plate just so you can eat your words,” Proof shot back, laughing.

While the guys bantered, you were focused on your own plate, cutting a piece of the steak you had ordered. You noticed Marshall glance at your plate, his eyes lingering.

“You want some?” you asked, lifting the fork toward him.

“Nah, I’m good,” he said, but his gaze didn’t leave the steak.

You smirked, leaning closer. “C’mon, try it. It’s good.”

Marshall hesitated, then leaned in and took a bite. “Damn,” he muttered, chewing thoughtfully. “That’s better than mine.”

You giggled, cutting another piece. “Want another bite?”

“Hell yeah,” he said, and you fed him again, much to the amusement of the guys at the table.

“Yo, look at this dude,” Denaun said, pointing his fork at Marshall. “Marshall out here bein’ all soft with his girl. Feeding each other and shit.”

Proof snickered. “Man, I ain’t seen him act like this ever. You got him whipped, (Y/N).”

Marshall rolled his eyes but smirked. “Y’all just mad ‘cause you don’t have someone feedin’ you.”

You laughed, deciding to tease him a little. “Aw, don’t listen to them, babe. They’re just jealous.”

“Damn right,” Proof said with a grin. “But seriously, Marshall, I never thought I’d see the day. You’re out here lookin’ like a Hallmark commercial.”

“Shut up,” Marshall muttered, his cheeks tinged pink.

As the evening went on, the teasing continued. But you didn’t mind—if anything, you found it endearing how Marshall was willing to show a softer side around you, even with his friends present.

After dessert was served, you leaned back in your seat, feeling content. Marshall shifted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. Without warning, he buried his face against your chest, sighing dramatically.

“Oh my god, Marshall,” you said, laughing as you glanced down at him. “What are you doing?”

“Damn, this is comfortable,” he mumbled, his voice muffled against your skin.

The table erupted in laughter.

“Yo, what the hell am I seeing right now?” Denaun said, nearly choking on his drink.

Proof slapped the table, wheezing with laughter. “I can’t! Em, what are you doin’? You look like a baby tryin’ to nap.”

“Man, let me live,” Marshall shot back, though he made no move to lift his head. Instead, he tightened his hold on you, clearly enjoying the position.

You shook your head, your hand instinctively brushing over his short hair. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it,” he said smugly, glancing up at you with a smirk before resting his head back down.

“Bro, you really just gon’ let him do that?” Proof asked you, shaking his head.

You laughed, shrugging. “What can I say? He’s comfortable.”

Marshall grinned triumphantly. “See? My girl’s cool with it. Y’all just mad.”

“Man, this is gonna be all over the tabloids if someone sees,” Denaun joked. “Eminem: Rap Legend or Cuddle King?”

Marshall finally lifted his head, flipping him off. “Keep talkin’, and I’ll show y’all who the king is.”

The table dissolved into laughter again, and you couldn’t help but smile. Despite the teasing, the moment felt perfect—a rare glimpse of normalcy and joy in the chaotic life you shared with Marshall.

As the night wound down, Marshall leaned in close, his voice low so only you could hear. “Thanks for puttin’ up with my dumb ass.”

You smiled, brushing your lips against his cheek. “Always.”

And in that moment, surrounded by laughter and love, you realized there was no place you’d rather be.

The next morning, the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen filled the small house you and Marshall had been calling home for the past few weeks. You were scrolling through a magazine at the kitchen table while he stood at the counter, his back to you as he buttered a piece of toast.

“Man, last night was wild,” Marshall said, his voice groggy from just waking up. “I can’t believe Proof was clownin’ on me the whole time.”

You smirked. “To be fair, you did use me as a pillow in front of everyone. You were asking for it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, waving a hand dismissively as he turned to face you. “It’s whatever. It ain’t like anyone else saw it.”

Just as he sat down at the table, your phone rang. You glanced at it, frowning. “It’s Dre. You want me to pick it up?”

Marshall shrugged. “Yeah, go ahead.”

You answered. “Hey, Dre. What’s up?”

“Man, tell your boyfriend to check the news,” Dre’s voice came through, half-laughing, half-serious.

Marshall raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to the phone. “What? Why? What’s goin’ on?”

“You tell me, Mr. Loverboy,” Dre shot back. “Turn on your TV.”

Marshall groaned, pushing back his chair to grab the remote. “What the hell is he talkin’ about now?”

You followed him into the living room as he switched on the TV. Almost immediately, a morning entertainment show flashed on screen, and there it was—photos of the two of you from the night before, clear as day.

One image showed you feeding Marshall, both of you smiling like you didn’t have a care in the world. Another showed him resting his head on your chest, looking completely at ease. The segment’s headline read: "Eminem Shows a Softer Side with a Victoria secrets model!"

“Aw, hell no,” Marshall muttered, running a hand down his face.

You tried to stifle a laugh. “It’s kinda cute, though…”

“Cute? Yo, they’re makin’ me look like a damn puppy out here!” Marshall exclaimed, pacing the room.

Dre’s voice crackled through the phone still in your hand. “A puppy? Nah, Em, they’re callin’ you a teddy bear. I’ve been gettin’ calls all morning askin’ if you’re droppin’ a love song next.”

“Yo, Dre, this ain’t funny, man!” Marshall yelled, though his tone betrayed his embarrassment more than anger.

“Oh, it’s hilarious,” Dre said, laughing. “I already know Proof and Denaun are gonna have a field day with this. You better brace yourself.”

Marshall sighed, flopping down on the couch and burying his face in his hands. “Man, this is gonna ruin me. My whole image is shot!”

You sat beside him, patting his shoulder. “Relax, it’s not that bad. People love seeing this side of you. Besides,” you added with a teasing grin, “I think you look adorable in the pictures.”

Marshall groaned. “Not you, too.”

Later that day, Marshall reluctantly went to the studio to work on a new track. As soon as he walked through the door, he was greeted by Proof and Denaun, both holding newspapers with the same pictures plastered on the front.

“Yo! Loverboy’s here!” Proof called out, waving the paper like a trophy.

Marshall scowled. “Man, shut the hell up.”

“You see these, though?” Denaun said, holding up his own copy. “Look at this one right here, Proof. My man’s got his head all up on her chest like it’s a damn hotel pillow.”

“Comfort Suites by Victoria’s Secret,” Proof added, laughing so hard he had to hold his stomach.

Marshall snatched one of the papers from Denaun, glaring at the images. “Y’all are mad annoying, you know that?”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” Proof teased, slinging an arm around Marshall’s shoulder. “We’re just happy to see you happy. Even if it’s funny as hell.”

“Man, y’all act like you’ve never seen someone chill with their girl before,” Marshall shot back, shaking him off.

Dre walked into the room, grinning from ear to ear. “What’s up, Romeo? You finishin’ that ballad yet?”

Marshall groaned loudly. “Not you, too, Dre!”

“Hey, don’t get mad at me,” Dre said, holding up his hands in mock defense. “You brought this on yourself. But for real, Em, the pictures are blowin’ up. Fans love ‘em. They’re sayin’ you’re finally showin’ you’re human.”

“Man, I don’t care what they’re sayin’,” Marshall muttered, slumping into a chair. “This is just dumb.”

Proof sat across from him, shaking his head with a smirk. “You can act all mad about it, but we all know the truth.”

“And what’s that?” Marshall asked, narrowing his eyes.

“That you’re head over heels for (Y/N),” Proof said simply.

Marshall hesitated, his tough exterior softening for just a moment. “Yeah, so what if I am?”

The room went silent for a beat before Denaun laughed. “Man, I knew it! You really are a teddy bear.”

Marshall rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Whatever, man. Y’all just mad you ain’t got what I got.”

“True,” Proof said, raising his hands. “I can’t even argue with that.”

“Damn right,” Marshall said, leaning back in his chair. “Now, can we stop talkin’ about this and get back to work?”

The teasing continued on and off for the rest of the day, but deep down, Marshall didn’t mind. He had you by his side, and even if the world saw his softer side, he knew it was all worth it.

-

Today, Marshall was being nominated for best rap album.You couldn’t be more proud of him.

The night was electric. The atmosphere at the awards show was electric, filled with flashing cameras and glimmering lights. You and Marshall were seated side by side in the front row, both dressed casually but still looking as stylish as ever. Marshall wore his usual attire: a plain white T-shirt, baggy jeans, and a hoodie, with a signature pair of sneakers completing the look. Even without a suit, he exuded a kind of effortless cool, the same way he did when he first made a name for himself. His confidence, though unspoken, was undeniable.

You couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride every time you looked at him. This was his moment—the culmination of years of hard work, struggles, and sacrifice. You had been by his side through all of it, and seeing him nominated for an award only made your heart swell.

The ceremony was dragging on, filled with different categories and performers, but you were content to just be there with him. You leaned against him slightly, your hand resting on his leg under the table, giving him a reassuring squeeze every now and then. Marshall kept his cool, never showing any signs of nerves, but you knew how much this meant to him.

Finally, they announced the nominees for Best Rap Album, and the room fell into a hush as they prepared to call the winner. Your grip tightened on his hand as the name of the winner was read aloud.

“And the award goes to... Eminem!”

A collective cheer erupted from the audience, and Marshall stood up, the loudest cheer coming from his friends who were seated across the room. He gave a slight nod, his usual smirk playing on his lips as he walked toward the stage. You stayed in your seat for a moment, watching him, your heart racing. This was it.

Marshall accepted the award, his eyes scanning the crowd as he took the microphone, his face flashing that signature mischievous grin.

“Damn, I don’t even know what to say,” he began, his voice casual but carrying through the auditorium. “First of all, I gotta thank the fans. Without y’all, I wouldn’t be standing up here today. You guys keep me going when I feel like giving up, and for that, I’ll always be grateful.”

The audience erupted into applause. You could hear the whispers of excitement from the crowd, the cameras flashing, the whole room hanging on his every word.

Marshall paused, looking down at the award in his hands for a moment, as though soaking it all in.

“I wanna thank my team—Dre and everyone who had my back from the jump,” he continued. “Without you guys, I wouldn’t be here. This is all for you.”

More applause. He had the audience in the palm of his hand, as usual. But then, he glanced toward you, his eyes softening as he caught your gaze from the front row.

“And lastly,” he said, his tone shifting ever so slightly, but you noticed it, “I gotta thank someone special. (Y/N), you’ve been there for me through everything. You’re the one who’s been by my side, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

You blushed at his words, feeling the heat of the moment. The entire room fell silent as Marshall’s gaze never left you. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, the love in his expression, and it made your heart swell.

He cleared his throat, the corners of his mouth quirking up in that playful way of his. “But… I gotta say one thing to everyone out here—my cute side… that’s only for (Y/N),” he said sternly, and for a moment, you thought he was about to drop a punchline.

The room burst into laughter, and you couldn’t help but smile at his playful delivery. But then, there was a moment of silence, and all eyes were on him. The crowd had no idea what to expect next.

“You heard me,” Marshall continued, his tone still light but tinged with the confidence you loved so much. “That soft, cuddly, teddy bear side of me? It only comes out when I’m with her. So, don’t get it twisted, okay?”

The crowd roared with laughter and applause. Some of Marshall’s friends from across the room stood up, cheering loudly. Dre, who had been sitting behind you, raised his glass in your direction with a smirk. “Yo, that’s my boy right there!” he shouted, eliciting even more cheers from the audience.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your heart racing with pride. Marshall was a force of nature, and here he was, in front of thousands of people, being unapologetically himself. The crowd loved it. They loved him.

Marshall flashed a grin, his usual cocky attitude shining through as he held up the award. “But seriously, thanks to everyone who believed in me. This one’s for you, (Y/N),” he said, his eyes softening once more as he looked at you.

You smiled back at him, holding his gaze, feeling your heart swell with affection. He always knew how to make you feel special, even when the spotlight was on him.

The applause continued, but this time, it felt different—more genuine. Marshall had managed to not only win an award but also to share a moment of vulnerability with his fans. They had seen the tough, no-nonsense side of him for years, but tonight, they got a glimpse of the man who was also deeply in love and unapologetically devoted to the one person who understood him.

He stepped away from the mic, raising the trophy in one hand. “Alright, that’s enough outta me,” he said with a smile. “Now let’s get outta here before they start handing out the ‘Best Couple’ award.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, and the audience chuckled with you. Marshall had a way of turning even the most sincere moments into something playful.

As he walked off the stage, the audience still clapping and laughing, Marshall turned toward you, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“You good?” he asked, grinning like he hadn’t just turned an awards ceremony into a personal love fest.

“I’m more than good,” you replied, reaching up to pull him down into a kiss.

“Yeah, I’m lucky as hell,” he murmured against your lips, and you could feel the warmth of his words in the way he held you.

your lips curling into a flirtatious smile. "There’s gonna be a second award for you tonight… but it won’t be for your music."

Marshall raised an eyebrow, the playful tension between you two palpable. He leaned in closer, his lips curling into a smirk as he matched your tone. "Oh yeah?" he replied, his voice low and teasing. "What kind of award are we talkin' about here?"

You kept your eyes locked on his, letting the anticipation build. "Well, let’s just say it’ll be more personal," you said with a wink, your hand subtly brushing against his arm. "I think you’ve earned it."

He chuckled softly, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. "Damn, you’re bold," he muttered, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered, "I like it."

You could feel his breath on your skin, and the way his body instinctively leaned toward you sent a thrill down your spine. "Just wait, Marshall. Tonight, you’re gonna get a taste of a real reward."

His lips curved into a satisfied grin. "I’m definitely looking forward to it," he murmured, his voice husky with that unmistakable mix of confidence and desire. "You always know how to keep me on my toes."

With that, the two of you shared a quick kiss before heading back to your seat. But you could feel the heat between you both, knowing the night was far from over. As the awards show continued, all you could think about was the "second award" you’d be giving him later.