Eminem Oneshots

You need to help him calm down pt.2

Something has changed since you had spent the evening in Marshalls hotel room, watching netflix with him...

You didnt know what it was exactly but you think you caught him staring at you a couple of times during rehearsal or during meetings.

You had just landed in Denmark about ten minutes ago and were already sitting in the car to drive over to rehearsals. Exhausting.

You and Marshall sat next to each other in the backseats. His knee was softly leaning against the side of your leg but nobody said anything. You didnt even know if he noticed that he was touching you.

A bit later, you arrived at the stage and got out of the car. You went side by side with Paul because you still needed to ask him a few things. Denaun and Marshall followed you. You heard them laughing and joking around.

It was rare to see him that happy after such a long flight. But overall it was rare to see him happy in general lately. That was why you were enjoying hearing his giggles and the silly comments that made everybody else laugh. You liked the playful Marshall.

Marshall could be such a sweetheart if he wanted to. Its crazy how many people think so bad about him when he is seriously such a lovable person.

You heard him make a joke right behind you about you not laughing about his jokes so you turned around to playfully roll your eyes at him.

"Y/n!", he mocked you. "Why so serious? Still tired from falling asleep on my coach last night?"

Whoa... Why is he exposing you like that??! Rude?!

I mean it was true. After you had watched tv with him in his hotel room because he had offered you to stay, you fell asleep next to him....

But you quickly turned around again and glared at him. "Why would you say that Marshall?"

"What?", he shrugged totally unaware of how inappropriate that actually was.

The others all went quiet now and looked at you so you just angrily went over to him, grabbed him by his arm and pulled him with you over to a more quiet place.

"Y/n, what the—"

"What in the actual fuck, Marshall?!", you hissed and glared at him. "Why would you say that in front of everyone?!"

"Y/n, chill—"

"No! Marshall, do you realize that shit like that can cost me my job?! I'm supposed to be your fucking assistant! I'm not supposed to watch movies with you and fall asleep in your arms!"

"But you did", he stated. Fucking idiot.

"Yeah but you're not supposted to tell that anybody, Marshall! Because its fucking weird!"

"Oh I thought it was nice of me to offer you to stay", he said offended.

"Marshall I know that you know exactly what i mean. Because i agree, it was nice and i liked it, okay? But no need to tell it the ones who hired me for you. They'll think I'm not working properly and will fire me. So—"

"I'll never let you get fired, y/n", he then cut you off and narrowed his eyes on you. "But dont make a scene out of everything."

"Are you fucking serious right now?", you snapped and glared at him. "You were exposing me in front of the whole group and dont think that might make me upset?"

"Y/n, come on", he sighed and suddenly took your hand in his. His touch was so soft...arghh. "I'm sorry, okay? And I bet they don't even care that much. They already know we get along pretty good."