Eminem Oneshots

You are a young female rapper under Marshalls wings pt.5

Marshall pov

It pissed me off that y/n was still mad at me. I know that it was practically my fault that these pictures happened. But still...

We did three shows already and it went great. I think we all have a lot of fun on stage and the crowd always has an amazing energy.

It was driving me crazy that she wouldn't talk to me. I miss joking around with her, having her close.

We were right now all getting on the tourbus again, ready to drive a few hours to our next location. Today we will drive over night which will be exhausting. But at least we can rest in the hotel tomorrow since we don't have to rehears.

Everyone seemed really exhausted and tired. I instinctively searched for y/n. She had sat down in the corner at the end of the aisle and had put all her stuff on the seat right next to her so nobody would sit down there. She was watching a movie or something on her iPad.

I sighed and stopped right there. "Y/n."

"Leave me alone, Marshall", she hissed.

"No", i simply stated. "Talk to me."

"I don't wanna talk to you", she grumbled and pulled her knees up to her chest and looked out the window. She looked so damn adorable.

Y/n pov

You felt so horrible, so confused. Since the conversation with Paul you haven't talked to Marshall at all.

Paul had told you that this will better not be happening again so you are constantly trying to not interact with Marshall.

And it's hard. Because you love spending time with him. He's funny, he's talkative and he makes you feel so incredibly safe.

"Y/n", Marshall said again and simply took all the stuff that laid on the seat next to you and put it onto a different one. "Why are you still mad?"

Next he just sat down right next to you and turned to face you. You were by now looking at him again.

"Marshall", you just started exhausted. "...I— I don't know..."

"Y/n, the photos don't exist anymore. Paul fixed it. It's okay", he said softly.

He looked so cozy. He was wearing some sweatpants and a very soft looking black sweater. He looked as exhausted as you felt. His hair was all over the place even if it was so short. You just wanted to run your fingers through it. It probably feels incredibly soft.

The sight if him was making you forget that you're mad at him immediately.

"What are you thinking?", Marshall asked you with a slight smile on his face.

That made you snap back out of your thoughts again. "Nothing really...", you mumbled.

"Okay", Marshall just shrugged.

"Will you stay here?", you asked carefully after a while. "Or are you going back to the others?"

"Do you want me to stay?", he asked softly, looking at you with such a soft expression.

You just nodded carefully and instantly looked away.

"Oh you're cute", Marshall chuckled and softly nudged you in the side. "What were you watching?" He pointed at your iPad screen.

"Uh, I just started this show called Breaking Bad. I'm only one episode in though", you responded. "You wanna watch it with me?"

Marshall just nodded. "Explain to me what happened first though", he insisted. So you did.