#y’all are taking away the spotlight from a black female lead and giving it to discount Peter Pan

[seapearlgoddess]

Listen, I didn’t hate Starboy before but now I absolutely do. Why is he dominating the Disney Wish tag more than the ACTUAL. FUCKING. PROTAGONIST???? Why are we giving more attention to the fucking concept character more than the actual BLACK FEMALE lead???? This is getting so ridiculous!

[storiesforallfandoms]

delayed ~ eminem

word count: 1133

request?: yes!

“Hey, here is your new follower and lover of your writing ♥ ️, I need more imagine of Eminem I feel they do not value it, so here is a request, Reader is a young actress and is recording abroad and Marshall started his tour a much bigger one, and reader promised her that she would be there during her entire tour from the beginning, but she is delayed because she has to record one more week the movie in which she is the protagonist but she arrives by surprise at the first show of the tour and stays for the whole tour and there are many moments of soft, tender and somewhat hot you know in the dressing room.”

description: in which he thinks she’s going to miss his first show, only to be surprised when he goes on stage

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

I could see the look of disappointment on Marshall’s face as I told him the news, although he was trying not to show his face too much on camera. “They’re making you stay an extra week?”

“Unfortunately,” I sighed. “Some last minute reshoots are supposed to happen this week apparently. I did tell them about the tour.”

“I know you did. It’s not your fault you’re a big movie star now.”

I smiled a little at his comment. “I’ll join you eventually.”

“I know. I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Once my phone screen went black, I smiled up at my co-star who was sat across from me in my trailer. She smiled back as she placed another item in my suitcase. “Damn girl, you even had me believing you.”

“They don’t call me the next big thing for nothing,” I joked.

The truth is, there was no extra week of reshoots. We had finished the film earlier that day and now one of my co-stars was helping me to pack my things. I was supposed to fly to Michigan the following day to join Marshall on his latest tour. With filming ending so much earlier than expected, I managed to switch my flight for that night instead.

I decided not to tell Marshall this though. I wanted it to be a surprise. Very rarely did I ever get the chance to surprise him the way he often surprised me. I had it all planned out, I just needed help to work on one last detail.

I said goodbye to the cast and crew I had become so close to the past few months and climbed into my Uber. As we drove towards the airport, I called the only person that could help enact my plan.

“Hey (Y/N),” Paul said as he answered the phone. “Everything alright?”

“Everything’s great! I just need to ask you for a favor, but you can’t even mention it to Marshall, okay?”

He was silent for so long that I thought he was going to say no. I nearly sighed with relief when he finally said, “I’m intrigued. Go on.”

~~~~~~

The next night, I was stood outside the side door of the arena Marshall was meant to perform in. I was trying to hide myself the best I could from passing fans, as I waited for someone to come open the door for me.

Paul finally arrived just minutes before the concert was supposed to start. “I couldn’t get away without seeming suspicious. I had to get Denaun to call me so I could pretend to have to step out.”

Security guided me to the front row without being spotted by Marshall. The other fans in the front row were ecstatic to see me, and I agreed to take pictures under the circumstances that nothing would be posted to social media until after the concert.

The lights went down and the audience went wild. The familiar beat to Marshall’s opening song started playing as the spotlight on stage lit up where Marshall would emerge. When he did, the cheers were so loud I could barley hear his voice.

I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I watched him perform. He looked so in his element, the way he did whenever he was working on music. I wondered if he’d even see me there in the front during the show. Even if he didn’t, Paul was going to get me backstage to surprise him at the end of the show.

During the first point of the show in which Marshall and Denaun had a banter with each other and the audience, the fans surrounding me started to yell together to try and get their attention.

“What are y’all yelling about down here?” Denaun asked, although he definitely knew what it was about. “They’re saying for us to look down there.”

Marshall’s eyes trailed to the group that was still yelling in my ears, finally landing on me.

“Oh shit!” he said, not realizing his mic was still raised to his mouth.

I smiled at him, longing to hug him tightly and to kiss him for the firs time in months, but I knew he wasn’t a fan of PDA. Instead, I waved and blew him a kiss and watched his face brighten with excitement.

“We’ll talk about this after the show,” he stated. “Can one of the security bring my girl backstage? I can’t focus while she’s here, she’s too distracting.”

The same security as earlier helped me to get backstage while the concert continued. I watched from the sidelines, now getting a perfect view of both Marshall and all of his fans as he performed. I loved when I was able to go on tour with him because I loved to watch the excitement of the fans as well as all the heart and soul Marshall put into his performances. It was always a rush, even though I wasn’t the one participating in the concert.

Before I knew it, the show came to an end and Marshall came rushing off stage. He had me in his arms within seconds, lifting me off of the ground and kissing me with so much force it made me dizzy. Around us, those who were in on the surprise were laughing at his reaction.

“I thought you were delayed!” he said once he finally put me down.

“The opposite, actually,” I responded. “We finished filming early, so I decided to get an earlier flight to come and visit you!”

“But how did you...” He trailed off as he looked up at Paul, who had what could only be described as a shit eating grin on his face. “You helped her with this, didn’t you?”

“I thought you deserved a good surprise,” Paul responded with a shrug. “When she called, I answered. I got Denaun in on the plan, too, so he could help.”

“So did everyone know except me?” Marshall asked.

“Basically,” Paul replied with a shrug.

I giggled as Marshall hugged me again, quickly capturing my lips with his once more.

“Does this mean you’re coming on tour with me now?” he asked.

“If you still want me to.”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do! I can’t tour without my favorite girl.”

I smiled and kissed his cheek once again. Marshall threw an arm over my shoulder and started leading me back to his dressing room. Paul and Denaun started following at first, which caused Marshall to pause. “Could you guys give us some privacy?”

“Man, in the dressing room?” Paul groaned. “We’re gonna owe this venue so much.”

Neither of us were listening at this point. Marshall whisked me away, closing the dressing room door behind him and locking it.