Eminem Oneshots

Your toddler is obsessed with Marshall pt.2

It's been a few days since your unexpected encounter with Eminem at the park. And you haven't heard anything from him ever since. You were also doubting that would even happen in the near future.

Right now you were standing in the kitchen, cooking dinner for you and Iris. Iris was sitting in her chair snacking on some cucumber while you were both listening to music. She's been in her own world again lately, always lost in her own thoughts.

You were just about to serve the soup in two bowls when your phone started ringing. It was an unknown number.

"Hello?", you answered the phone.

"Hey, it's me, Marshall", a deep voice said.

"Oh hi", you said surprised. "How are you?"

"I'm good", you heard him say. "Y/n, I wanted to ask if you like wanna meet up again. Just us two."

"Just us two?", you asked him, trying to hide your excitement. "Sure."

"Good. Are you free tomorrow night?", he asked, his voice sounding incredibly softly.

"Uh sure", you nodded. "I'm sure I can drop Iris off at my parents house for the night."

"Great. Y/n, do you mind if you just come over to my house? It's just that chances are low that people would leave us alone if we'd sit at in a restaurant", he explained which made you smile slightly. You liked how he was always asking so kindly.

"No, I don't mind, Marshall", you instantly said. "When should I come over?"

"Maybe around six? Let's order some food then", he said tenderly.

"Sounds good to me", you grinned. "Marshall, I have the food ready for Iris now so I need to hang up but I'm glad you called me."

"Alright, I don't wanna make Iris wait for her food any longer", he chuckled. "Then see you tomorrow, I guess. I'll send you my address, okay?"

"Yes, bye!", you cheered before hanging up.

Are you really going on a date with Marshall?!

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You pulled up in front of Marshalls house a little after six. You were running a little late since Iris didn't wanna let me go when I dropped off at her grandparent's.

You got out of the car and looked down at yourself once. You were wearing dark blue jeans and a white tank top. Nothing special but you felt really pretty.

Next you grabbed your purse and made your way over to the front door before you rang the doorbell.

After a moment the door was being opened and Marshall stood right in front of you. He was wearing grey jeans and a white shirt.

How could this man be so handsome?

"Hey", he said, smiling. "Come in."

"Hi", you said a bit shyly, stepping inside. But he instantly pulled you into a quick hug which made you feel a little better.

"How're you doing?", he asked softly.

"I'm good", you smiled. "Sorry, that I'm a little late. But Iris was just crying a lot today, you know..."

"It's okay", he said. "She been crying a lot in general?"

"U-hu", you nodded. It was honestly worrying you a lot. "I honestly really don't know what do anymore. It's been stressing me out a lot lately. But that's really nothing you need to worry about. I'm sorry that I even tell you—"