Eminem Imagines Pt. 2 (Eminemzminnie Style)

Basically Married

You heard the doorbell ring right as you were about to plop down on the couch and take a much needed nap.

You groaned and sluggishly made your way to the door blowing your nose as you greeted your boyfriend at the door.

"Hey- woah you look like crap." Marshall said taking in your disheveled appearance.

Your hair was flying up in all directions, you had on a grey wrinkled t shirt with stains on it, old sweat pants that looked holier than the bible, socks and slippers and a robe to complete the look of dread.

"Aren't you a charmer, please marry me now I just can't resist." You sarcastically grumbled blowing your nose again and rubbing your watery eyes.

"What happened to you?" He said coming in and closing the door behind him seeing that you were shivering from the draft that was coming in from the door.

"I've got the flu." You hoarsely voice replied while you shuffled to the kitchen where your tea was.

"Sorry to hear that, you here all by yourself? Where your kids at?" He asked you.

"They abandoned me for their romantical life." You scoffed wondering why you had kids in the first place if they couldn't even take care of you in your time of need.

"Remember when they used to run to us and hug us and they were so adorable?" Marshall asked remembering the days where his babies would run to him and ask him to play.

"Yep, now they're all grown and are to busy to even take care of their ill mother." You sighed.

"Well i'm here." He said.

"Yeah that reminds me, why are you here?" You asked not remembering calling him over.

"Eh, I was bored and I missed you." He said rummaging through your fridge.

"Uh huh..you wanted to use my studio didn't you." You frowned.

"Sorry mine is still being renovated." He admitted.

"Whatever, I think there's some left over steak in the bottom shelf and some mac and cheese and greens towards the top." You said directing him where the food was since you figured he was going to be staying a while.

"Bless you sweet heart, I'm fricking starving." He said pulling the food out and making him a plate.

"Get yourself a good home cooked meal, cause I know good and well you be living off that taco bell and hamburger helper." You said disgusted at how he managed to consume that crap every day.

"Hey, I cook!" He defended.

You gave him the best "mhm" look you could muster until you broke into a coughing fit that set your lungs ablaze and made your head feel like it could explode any second.

"You want me to fix you some soup?" He offered feeling bad for you.

"Could you?" You asked.

"Yeah no problem." He replied putting his plate in the microwave.

"No I mean can you really? You do know that you take the soup out the can and then add water to it." You teased.

"Girl shut up, I ain't stupid." He mumbled grabbing a pot from your cabinet and a can of soup out of the cupboard.

You watched him for a second trying to figure out how to open the can and you couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter.

"Oh God i'm so shook." You said through coughs.

"When they start making them without the pull up lids?" He questioned.

"Lord...hun use the can opener over there on the counter." You said pointing to the electric can opener by the knife set your mom got you for Christmas.