Eminem fanfic, Singer!reader, language, angst, loss, comfort, fluff, pda, made-up usernames for comments, shitty title, sry if I missed anything.
Note: I just wrote a handful of ideas that popped into my adhd, scatterbrained head, and put them into one post. Hope y'all enjoy some random-ass content! - xo
One more thing, these clips are not in any particular order or specific era of Eminem's career.
The video showcases a fan's viewpoint from the audience. The loud cheers from those nearby overwhelm the phone's speaker as Marshall finishes the final line of his song.
You and Marshall have embarked on a world tour together, and tonight is your inaugural performance in this two-month adventure.
The audience is ecstatic to see you on stage beside him, especially after the news broke just before the tour commenced about your grandmother's passing.
People were genuinely concerned about you, knowing how much she meant to you (you often spoke about her in interviews when asked about your biggest supporter and inspiration). It was evident to everyone that your grandma was your foundation, your everything.
This led them to ponder whether you'd choose to step back from the world tour to take some time for yourself, which they would completely understand and not hold against you, but it wouldn't stop them from feeling sad at your absence.
So, when you stepped out onto that stage at the beginning of tonight's show, everyone was taken aback but utterly delighted by your appearance.
You mentioned early on that despite being profoundly affected by loss, you (and anyone in similar circumstances.) should have the freedom to feel and express your pain, sadness, and grief... however, it's also crucial to remember to keep moving forward in life, as your grandma would say, and not allow difficult times to hinder you from pursuing your dreams and doing what brings you the most joy.
So that's the reason you are here tonight. Standing before all these people you regard as family and alongside your best friends, who are so dear to you.
Marshall's song flows seamlessly into one of yours. The intro itself captivates everyone, including Marshall and Denaun, drawing them into its own world, its own universe. The melodic strings tug at the hearts of the listeners, while the low hum of your siren-like voice makes the hairs on their bodies stand up.
Not even three seconds into the song, fans, especially those who have been with you for a long time, recognize it instantly.
This is the song you composed and dedicated to your grandma some time ago, and everyone in the stadium proceeds to experiences a simultaneous wave of warmth and sorrow.
The phone's camera zooms in on you, adjusting to the spotlight that highlights your facial features.
You look gentle. Celestial.
Your eyes flutter open as you begin the first verse, and the corners of your lips lift into an endearing smile as you see every single person in the stadium turn on their flash.
Your voice glides effortlessly and gracefully alongside the instrumentals.
However, as you reach the midpoint of the song, you sense a tightening on your throat, making it somewhat difficult to deliver the next line.
And others can see you beginning to struggle.
This is the first time you're performing this song since your grandmother's passing, and some might argue that it's too soon, that you're too vulnerable to take this on right now. Yet, you felt compelled to sing it for her tonight.
To sing it to her as she watches over you.
You thought you could manage it, you really did... but at this moment, you're not so sure anymore.
Out of nowhere, you feel a solid, warm, familiar body pressing against your side, and tatted arms gently lift your trembling shoulders - When did they start trembling? - bringing you upright from where you were leaning forward, your hands resting on bent knees, - And when did you manage that? - wrapping you in a comforting embrace.
Marshall observes you from across the stage, admiring how effortlessly you can be vulnerable in front of an audience, the way you peel back your layers, while still maintaining control of yourself.
That was until you reach the midpoint of the song, and he hears your voice start to crack, and catches a tear somehow escape past your tightly shut eyelids.
The camera lens captures the shimmering water droplets on your cheekbones, reflecting the stadium lights, while your chest rises with a deep, albeit shaky, breath. Your shoulders roll back as you try to hold it together enough to finish the song, but it has become too much to handle.
Both the crowd and Marshall can see this.
The moment the microphone slips from your lips, catching the tail end of a broken cry, and you lean forward, your hands barely supporting you atop your bent knees, Marshall can no longer just watch; the camera focuses, adjusting on his figure as he strides determinedly towards your fragile one.
The crowd grows more expressive during this interaction between you and Marshall, primarily to demonstrate their support for you. They are shouting various words of solace that you genuinely value, but it's Marshall's comforting words and familiar presence that keeps you grounded.
"I've got you, sweetheart, I've got you." He coos against your head, his hand rubbing soothingly along your spine.
The next action taken by Marshall is something no one would anticipate.
He raises his own microphone to his mouth and begins to sing the remainder of the song. - Now, while Marshall may not possess a traditional singing voice, he certainly knows how to carry a tune. - You look up, as he does, and into his eyes with your watery ones accompanied by a smile full of admiration, and find the strength to continue.
Raising your own mic to your lips and conveying a "thank you" with your gaze, you two finish the song in perfect harmony.
EminemStan14: Through thick and thin those two 🥺🩷❤️
(Y/n)sGuitarPick: Damn it, now I'm crying!😭 Hope she's doing better 🩷
(Y/n)sChild: Sending all my love @(Y/n)(L/n)🩷
The lone paparazzo's camera captures footage of you and Marshall as you walk to retrieve his vehicle in a parking garage located somewhere in Detroit. Both of you remain unaware of his presence, as he stands at a distance, just outside the boundaries of the complex.
The lens zooms in, offering a clearer view of your faces as the two of you appear to be engaging in light-hearted conversation.
However, the mood shifts when you say something with a mischievous look that causes Marshall's facial expression to drop and prompts you to cackle shamelessly at his now displeased features.
You revel in the moment, your head thrown back and hands clutching your stomach, before you fall a few steps ahead of him, continuing your journey to the car.
But, with an almost evil smirk, Marshall takes advantage of your turned back and delivers a firm smack to your rear, the sound resonating throughout the garage level and accompanied by your surprised yell, which is swiftly muffled by his hand as he pulls you back against his chest, his arm wrapping securely around your waist.
Marshall stops in his tracks and leans down to whisper something in your ear that causes your shoulders to shrink in a submissive manner. Then he proceeds to move the hand over your mouth down to your throat, holding it in a gentle yet assertive grip that has your eyes looking up into his as if you are entranced by a spell he just cast.
Marshall's predator-like stare looks about ready to devour you in the worst - or best - way possible.
The last thing the camera captures is Marshall leading you with purposeful steps towards the passenger side of his car, cutting off its view of you two completely.
Slim69_Shady: OMGGGG!! Sir! 😅😏🤭
(Y/n)Stan33: Did y'all see the recoil on that booty!?! 😳🍑 Eminem is a lucky man 😩
Slim12: Tell me you're in a brat-tamer x brat relationship without telling me. 😐🥵
An 11-second video from Denaun's Instagram story features him along with a bunch of others (who fans quickly identify as team members of Shady Records upon seeing Paul and Tracy, flanked by some hefty security personnel) walking down a long hallway.
"Countin' down, 20 minutes till showtime, baby!" He shouts at his phone, then flips the camera, making you and Marshall the center of attention now.
You two are positioned near the front of the group, and the sight alone has fans raving.
Your chest is pressed against Marshall's strong back while your arms are affectionately draped over his shoulders, and his tatted ones hold your thighs snugly against his hips as he carries you effortlessly.
"How you feelin' about tonight's performance, Chipmunk?" He asks you, all pumped up.
"I'm feeling fucking amazing!" You belt out, chin raised from where it rested on Marshall's head, and your heavenly voice echoes off the walls, captivating everyone nearby.
And as viewers look closer, they see a small, loving smile tugging at the corners of Marshall's lips as he attempts to look up at your stunning face.
"That's what I'm talkin' about!" Denaun exclaims before the video ends.
Emslover22: Em looks so happy! 🥰
Fan1999: Reply to Emslover22: Ikr, they deserve each other ❤️
BabySlim: Her vocals are unreal 🤩
AllAbout(Y/n): Love Denaun and (Y/n)'s relationship 😊
"Well, hello there!" The interviewer exclaims, both surprised and delighted, as a cat strolls into the camera's view.
Marshall and an interviewer, Stacy, were lounging comfortably on the couch in the spacious dressing room you and he have been using for tonight's show, and he had just finished answering a question when the friendly feline jumped into his lap, curious about the chunky foam head of the microphone he was holding, before rubbing its cheek against it.
"Who is this adorable little one?" She asks sweetly, observing as Marshall gently strokes the smoky orange fur along its back.
You are currently away at your meet and greet, which is happening somewhere on the property. You always held these events before shows so that you could head to bed afterwards.
"This is my son, Cowboy," he introduces the cat in a melodious tone. "How's it going, little man? Do you have something to say to the audience?" Laughter fills the room when Cowboy chirps into the mic as if he understood Marshall's question.
"How long have you had him?" Stacy inquires, extending her hand for Cowboy to smell.
"Well, he and Thalia over there," he gestures towards Cowboy's sister, who is lounging peacefully at the top of the cat tower in the corner like royalty. "are both originally (Y/n)'s cats. She adopted them from an Abyssinian cat rescue years ago, but I kind of became their cat-dad early on in our relationship. It's great."
"That's so lovely," Stacy coos. "I had no idea you were a cat lover," she adds with genuine curiosity.
Marshall lets out a soft, small laugh, "I had no idea either, to be honest," and gently scratches behind Cowboy's ear for a moment, who has decided to climb onto his shoulder and snuggle his face against his neck and cool gold chain. "But these two have really grown on me over the last couple of years. I love 'em like my own kids, ya know?"
(Y/N)sLover11: (Y/n) takes those cats everywhere. Amazing pet parent right there! 🐱❤️
(L/n)xMathersForever: Cowboy, if ever the attention whore 😂❤️ love him.
MathersMaddness: Aww! Marshall's finally a boy dad!
50 Cent is spotted lounging on a couch during his latest Instagram live session, with his phone propped up on the small table in front of him, while Marshall's body keeps appearing partially in frame as he sits next to him.
Curtis engages with his audience, responding to questions and more. Marshall even joins in occasionally.
Comment: IS (Y/N) THERE?!
Curt's gaze catches the question just before it gets pushed up with the other comments.
"Yeah, yeah, she's here." He nods and looks up past his phone at you and Denaun, who have been tossing jellybeans into each other's mouths for the last 15 minutes. (Every time one of you catches a jellybean, you take a step back. Right now, you both are standing 20 feet apart. You could say you're quite proud of how far you've come.) "She and Denaun are throwin' jellybeans at each other like a couple of kids." He jokes.
"Aye!" Denaun pretends to be offended, while you just laugh and shake your head, continuing your impressive streak of catching jellybeans.
Not even five minutes later, as Curtis and Marshall are discussing a particular topic, a loud crash, reminiscent of a bull in a china shop, erupts in the background, causing both men to look up, startled.
"Oh my- (Y/n)!" Marshall exclaims first, his eyes widening when they land on you.
"What in the hell happened?!" 50 nearly shouts in concern, standing up from his seat, unlike Marshall, who has already jumped up and rushed over to you.
"Shit, baby, you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" The speaker picks up on Marshall's caring and worried tone, and the brief silence that follows is broken by your infectious laughter.
"That was freaking amazing!" You exclaim with a laugh.
"Oh my God." Curtis sighs, exhausted but relieved that you seem to be fine. "Look at this mess, man..." He grabs his phone to turn the camera towards your situation.
The chat is filled with a mix of concerned and amused comments as everyone sees you sprawled out in a pile of what used to be your perfectly upright drum set.
But that's the result of being so focused on catching a flying jellybean that you forget to watch where you're going.
"No, not fucking amazing," Marshall scolds in frustration, dragging a hand down his face. "'Aight, we're finished playing with jellybeans; hand me the bag." He extends his hand, and Denaun, who appears somewhat embarrassed and ashamed, gives it to him.
De understands that what happened isn't his fault, yet he can't shake off a slight feeling of guilt. Even though you show no signs of pain or injury, he has kind of taken on the role of your protective older brother, ensuring that you, his sweet and vibrant little sister, are always safe.
"No, no, wait, look," you say, capturing their attention once more as you move your tongue to your right cheek and then stick it out to reveal a green jellybean resting on your taste buds, a proud expression lighting up your face. "I actually caught it!"
(Y/N)sNum1Fan: I fucking love (Y/n) 🤣
SlimGravy: (Y/n) always keeping Em on his toes, lmfao!!
Superman69: This just made my day 💀. Glad she's okay, though. 🩷
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