Eminem Imagines Pt. 2 (Eminemzminnie Style)

Can I have this dance?

"You are such a jackass." You yelled crossing your arms as you eyed him darkly.

"I've heard that a million times baby, come with something new." He argued placing his head phones onto his ears.

"I don't understand why you can't just listen to me, we've been together for 6 years and known each other for 30, you would think I would know what i'm talking about when I say your over working yourself." You argued back.

"God, I'm so sick and tired of your whiny ass voice, why don't you go shopping or buy make up Sephora or something and leave me the hell alone." He snapped.

"That's so sexist! And I don't even like makeup idiot!" You huffed.

"Christ, sometimes I wish I had never even married your annoying ass." He angrily spat, causing you to freeze.

His words stung, but you shrugged it off and plopped back down onto the sofa angrily, "Feelings mutual." You retorted as you watched his teeth grit as he quickly turned and walked out the room to his studio room, leaving you by yourself in the lounge area of the studio building.

You felt tears sliding down your cheeks as you layed down onto the couch completely torn from your argument with Marshall, He was always working these days, and you could see it really taking a toll on him mentally and physically, he was working himself to death and you couldn't stand to watch it.

You soon grew tired and shut your eyes letting sleep completely take you over as your final thoughts stayed on Marshall.

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"Get up." A voice said slowly stirring you out of your sleep.

"Uhg Marshall leave me alone." You grumbled tiredly, not ready to talk to him just yet.

"Alright if you wanna be locked in the studio in Detroit all night that's fine." He said.

You opened your eyes frowning at him, before you reluctantly got up and grabbed your things, still very irritated with him. The two of you walked down the halls of the old studio Marshall was using since his one at home was being renovated.

You heard Marshall yawn and you shook your head, annoyed that he was still choosing to over work himself instead of relax and spend time with his family.

You both finally reached the exit and he locked the studio behind him while you waited by the old worn gates. He eventually made his way to you and you both began walking down the street to where his car was parked.

It was around 10 o'clock at night, and not an ideal time to be walking around the streets of Detroit at night, especially the area you both were in, this studio just so happened to be in the heart of Detroit, where shady characters and gangsters lurked about. But you for some reason always felt completely safe when he was around, like nothing could hurt you what so ever.

You felt him grab a hold of your hand as you both passed this group of men on the street who were eyeing you in particular, his hand was warm and soft and instantly warmed you up from the cold breeze blowing in the night.

"Thought you were mad at me?" You mumbled.

"Not mad enough to let you get kidnapped or ogled at by lecherous men." He answered as you both continued to walk.

"Your sweet when you wanna be." You commented.

"Don't tell anyone." He said as you leaned your head on his shoulder continuing to walk along with him.

You two had finally made it to your car in the parking lot and you were waiting for Marshall to open the car door for you could go in, but he never did, instead he started the car, and you thought for a split second he was gonna drive off without you, but to your surprise he began to turn the radio up really high and hopped out the car walking his way over towards you.