Eminem Oneshots

You got into a car accident pt.4

You tiredly entered Marshall's house, still pissed off.

You instantly walked into his kitchen to get some water before you wanted to get upstairs into one of the spare bedrooms.

But a warm hand on your shoulder stopped you from walking away. So you stopped walking but didn't turn around.

"Y/n", you heard Marshall sigh.

You didn't answer. And somehow you felt bad...

"Babe", he urged. "I'm sorry, y/n."

You still didn't respond.

"I didn't need to snap at you like that. I was an asshole, okay? But I just hated the way he looked at you, touching your arm like that and you smiling up to him..." He choked. He fucking choked.

He was jealous. Marshall Mathers really was jealous.

Next he turned you around and looked right into your eyes. "Y/n, I like you. I like you a lot, okay? I don't exactly know what this feeling is yet. But what I do know is that it fucking hurt when I saw you with this guy."

"Marsh", you croaked and took a step closer to him.

"Babe, I hate being such an asshole all the time. You don't deserve that. At all. You're the cutest fucking girl I've ever met", he whispered before he took your chin between his thumb and index finger and tilted it up a little.

"You're not an asshole. You're just really fucking moody sometimes", you said with a little grin on your face.

That made him smile softly, looking down at you. "I know, babe. I'm sorry for that. I'll try to change that."

"Do that. Because you can be the sweetest person on earth to me and then you always confuse me when you're being so mean", you pouted. "I love the loving side of you, Marsh."

His fingers moved over your jaw until his thumb nestled on your temple while the other fingers cupped the back of your head.

"Are you still mad at me?", he asked softly, his other hand landing on your waist, pulling you closer.

"I'm not, Marsh. But I want my sweet Marshall back", you said, placing your hands on his chest, looking up to him. "The one that is my best friend and gives the best hugs in the universe."

"I'm your best friend?", he asked surprised.

"U-hu", you nodded and smiled up to him.

"Oh baby", he whispered and pressed his lips against your forehead for second.

This moment felt so so intimate and you didn't know what to do with yourself. This man caused so many different feelings inside your chest it was insane.

Right now all you could think about was his hot breath against your cheek and your burning skin underneath his touch. He was driving you fucking insane.

"You looked really pretty tonight, sweetie", he whispered against your forehead. "I like the dress on you."

"Thanks", you said, blushing. But then you let out a big yawn and suddenly realized how tired you were. Next you leaned forward against his front, resting your cheek against his chest.

"Somebody tired?", Marshall chuckled softly before you felt his arms sneaking around your body.

"A little", you mumbled, closing your eyes. You were feeling so safe with this man. He really was the person you trusted the most.