trl dreams and flip-phone confessions 🌐 ⌯⌲☆*: ‧₊˚ ｡.：
cw: f. black // reader, age gap (reader is 24, marshall is 32), flirty situations, defensive!marshall (just him crashing out cause he don’t play ‘bout you), slight physical altercation, ENCORE era!eminem, 2004!eminem x popstar!reader, slight swearing, use of the n word once, nicknames for both (baby, mama, ma, boo), smut, touch starved!marshall (if you squint), 1.9k wc ･｡ﾟ💿･｡ﾟ
a/n: a lil’ corny with the title of the album for y/n’s music career. apologies (-_-;) (i used a NON-A.I. generator website for a title because F*CK A.I.). i’m bummed, i couldn’t find good blue flipphone pics on pinterest ( ˘︹˘ ) [nvrm]! i’m using pink as a face claim for this one, mostly because i LOVE her music and she makes y2k/uk garage music and that was the genre and/or style i was going for y/n’s character. been a fan since ‘21!! and i also took inspo from a music duo act called after, they make y2k/frutiger aero + metro music as well as pink. also you can click the underlined words because there are links for them. hope you enjoy and happy reading!!
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2004!eminem who first got your number through big proof at a MTV after-party you attended. em was a little nervous to come up to talk and ask you, so his scary ass self sent proof over to you to get it. your album, “Neon Heartbeats & Dial-Up Kisses” has been blowing up for the past couple months, sitting at # 3 on the charts and you were invited because of it. when you entered the room, you had a certain kinda glow to you. your mocha colored melanin glowing wearing your navy, denim Baby Phat two-piece set with some navy kitten heels to match.
after finally getting up the courage to talk you, he meets you over at the bar you were standing at as outkast’s “Hey Ya!” plays in the back of the event. “hey, how you doin’?” he speaks softly with a little slur and nasal in his speech. “well, if it isn’t the angry blond himself, eminem!” you giggle after you said that which made him chuckle.
“you real funny-” you interrupt him by saying “and so are you, not you bringin’ your friend over to cop my number?” his palm covers his mouth to hide his smile. “my bad, you were jus’ soo radiate walkin up in here.”
he extends his tatted arm to you, grabbing your hand and kisses it. you roll your eyes with a giggle. “oh, you flatter me. you do this with every girl you meet, em?” he chuckles again. “nah, i don’t, ma. don’t be like that. you don’t have to call me by my stage name. i didn’t even introduce myself properly, i’m marshall-"
"mathers…you’re just a regular guy, huh?” the blond gives you an amused huff when you finish his sentence with one of his lyrics. “don’t worry, i know who you are. everyone’s favoritee white boy!”
you laugh again and whilst you do, marshall is admiring you. how your lips were glistening in the low light as you laughed. how the outfit you chose to wear compliments your figure. and even how your blue french tips looked.
he liked- no loved what he saw and he’s subtly making it known. “anyway, to finish what i was sayin’...i’m 32 years old-” your eyes widen as you laugh louder, replying to him saying “damn! you old!”
he shakes his head with a slight smile. “it ain’t that funny, and i’m not that damn old. since you wanna laugh, how old are you?” you tuck a hair behind your ear from your bust down.
“i’m 24.” marshall makes sure it’s his turn to laugh and says “you laughin’ at me bein’ 32, you almost there too, girl.” you push him playfully “boy, boo. shut up!” both of you shortly pause after laughing, discreetly giving each flirtatious glances.
2004!eminem who ever since getting to know you for a while, taking you out to different places. decides to confess his feelings to you first a month after the after-party, to you on a phone call. you were stunned because of him possibly still being with his ex again but he reassured you with “nah, [ ❤︎ ]. i called that shit off with her again… couldn’t do it anymore.”
you sigh to yourself, taking in what he said. “but marshall, my question is…are you sure? ‘cause i don’t wanna be caught up in some bullshit about another girl in your life and everything.” he lets you finish and answers.
“yes, we’re done. me and her are still semi-cool with each other, but besides all that… we over.” “ok…i’ll take your word for it.” “please baby, cause ion wanna talk about any more.” your train of thought stopped when you heard him call you that. “baby…?” he clears his throat and apologizes.
“shit, i’m sorry. too soon?” you stutter as you respond “n-no, it’s cool. i just wasn’t expecting that.” to clear the air, you ask another question. “am i too young for you, marsh?” you ask him as you put a french tip on your teeth. “nah mama, you good.” he smirks as he replies to the question.
2004!eminem who gets pressed when he guest appears on TRL hosted by carson daly and gets bombarded with questions about you two’s relationship. “so, em? when are you and [ ❤︎ ] gonna go public? because there has been some speculation about you two. especially since her album has been blowing up and there is a possible nod to you in one of her lyrics off a song of hers.” carson asks em during their interview.
the blonde; after pushing up his silver, rectangle glasses grazes a hand over his buzzcut whilst shaking his head to disregard the question. he scoffs and kisses his teeth before answering with a “why ya’ll wanna know so bad? he scoffs with a little laugh. “the fuck? carson… forreal?” carson cackles at the blonde’s obvious frustration but makes marshall’s mood lighten with a dap.
2004!eminem who watches your episode of TRL and how desperately both your and his fans want to know if you are dating or not. “welcome back to the show, everyone. i’m lucky enough to meet everyone’s new favorite pop-star angel, [ ❤︎ ] !” the crowd roars with adoration for you as you smile ear to ear.
“ok, now, i know everyone has heard your hit single “Bad Boy” off your new album and some of your fans have been speculating that you're talking about a significant other? maybe a certain blond who has recently appeared on here with his group, D-12??”
the crowd makes little “oohs” to daly’s question. you grip your Ed Hardy clutch purse as you try to laugh it off the nervousness you suddenly have, marshall feeling your embarrassment through the screen.
you say to carson, “ya’ll, ion have to tell ya’ll anything” daly’s eyes widen from the comment “so, you are together? is that what you’re saying?” you take a long pause but you answer with a “i’ll never tell~” which earns a chortle for daly and marshall being in awe with you behind the screen from home.
2004!eminem who when his friends were talking about you two and how long ya’ll were gonna keep up as swift goes “yo, em? forreal tho…how long are ya’ll gonna keep this up for? ion want paparazzi to stalk ya’ll and everything.” ‘niva adds on with “i hope her ass ain’t like kim..” when he heard that comment from ‘niva, his nostrils flared up and his eyebrows furrowed. “the fuck you say, ‘niva?”
he asked before pushing kuniva in the chest. proof, swift and naunie tried breaking them up and holding them back from each other before the situation could even escalate further. “see what i told you? he's already actin a fuckin’ fool over this girl…just like with y’know who!”
marshall keeps frowning and mean-muggin’ ‘niva the whole time, trying to control himself. “like, ya’ll niggas actually need to chill out! this shit is dumb as hell.” marshall glares at naunie for what he said.
“i’m not talkin’ about [ ❤︎ ], em. i’m talking about ya’ll fuckin’ fightin and shit” marshall interrupts him. “we suppose to be family, dawg. but he didn’t hafta to go talkin 'out his ass, man i’m outta here." marshall gets out of naunie’s grasp and leaves to clear his mind. he calls you up as he’s driving to pick you up.
2004!eminem who calls you very suddenly. you were bumpin some music with earphones in. playing beyonce’s “Naughty Girl” to be exact when your phone began ringing. the caller i.d. reads as “marshy ❤︎” you answer the phone. “hi, marshall! you ok?”
he answers you with a “yeah, i’m a’ight? why you ask?” you scoff slightly as you say “i asked because it’s late …” he pauses before speaking again “i need to see you…some shit happened at proof’s place and i just need to clear my head.”
you smile to yourself, hearing how soft and genuine he sounds when talking to you. “i understand, m.” he says quickly, “i’m pulling up to you now.” you take a moment before referring to him again. “ok, boo” he hangs up as he pulls in the drive-way of your house.
he knocks on the door, but not so loudly that it will cause a disturbance. answering the door, you crack it then fully opening it. he couldn’t say what he needed to get out due to him being stunned with how you looked. your mocha tone hair that went with your melanin, was up in a pony and you were in a light blue slip dress with some mesh slippers on that matched.
“hey, boo. c-” before you could finish, marshall’s mouth was on yours. he breaks from your lips to migrate to your neck. your strawberry vanilla scent had him drowning, in a good way ofc. you make little gasps and moans from his kisses. he stops midway to speak.
“i’m sorry baby, i just need this…is that alright?” you quickly nod as you two connect lips once more. he gets all handsy, grabbing on everything from your bust to your ass. picks you up and carries you to your bedroom. two sweat-drenched vessels becoming one as marshall flushes red from the unholy noises you were making.
he whispers sweet nothings in your ear that sent you off the rails. “what’s my name?” he asks you with a breathy whisper. you respond with a gasping “marshall” he smirks as he takes in your words and softly kisses your lips. grunting and making sinful noises himself, surprisingly to you, he’s very vocal in bed (oop-).
he grunts get louder as you make indentations into his skin, with his body burning up from them. quiet moans escape his mouth. you repeatedly screamed said his name, scratching through his blond buzzcut as he releases into your core.
a few minutes goes by as you two are trying to recollect yourselves from what happened. you both face each other and give breathless laughs. marshall and you just stare at each other, pecking your lips. he then shortly gets up and puts back on his Calvin Klein boxers to run a shower.
he comes back and swiftly picks you and moves you into the shower, joining you as he gives your upper body, gentle kisses. the next morning, you find yourself waking up sleepily to feel yourself within marshall’s warmth from the other night, smirking to yourself as you revel more into his hold.
2004!eminem who decides that after a couple of months of being together and to celebrate his album ƎNCORE for being another successful album at INTERSCOPE and at his own label, SHADY RECORDS. he decides to take little ol’ you out. your brown doe eyes look at him into his blue-grey ones in confusion as you ask “where are we goin?” he laughs at your question, his little bunny teeth showing as he does.
“it’s a surprise, but before that… i wanna give you somethin..”you smile softly to him. “what is it?” you ask as you place your cute blue flip-phone down into your clutch.
he pulls a red, velvety box out of his SHADY LTD. red joggers pocket and opens it. you gasp when you see what’s inside, “marshall, is this?-” he finishes your sentence “a promise ring, yeah…i got for you because of all the shit you had to go through with bein’ my girl, ma.”
you tear up a little from shock “i would’ve never expected this. thank you, nemnem!” he chuckles at the nickname, taking off his visor so he could give you a proper kiss.
a/n: i was listening to pink the WHOLE time while i was typing all of this lmao- also apologies in advance if this isn’t up to par or doesn’t make sense to read. i’ve been dealing with HUGE amounts of writer’s block because school has low-key been kick my ass- (also i wasn’t expect this to be soo long lol. i think i had WAYY too much fun with this-)
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