*** Pretty self explanatory if I should say so myself, if not: YOU suggest a plot, I write a chapter! A bunch of small Eminem Imagines pushed into one! ***
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Being the sister of such a famous woman such as Rihanna is not something you would want for yourself, you love her; really. That's not the problem, the problem is the guy she constantly hangs out with these days. This... Dumbass white old man, that doesn't act his age at 42 years of age. You just didn't get it. How the hell can someone so old be so immature and so childish and so....NON-adult as can be, yet still be the father of 3 young girls that LITERALLY acts more mature than this dumbass ever would be.
Anyways, you're gonna stop complaining about this man-child and instead focus on the real scenario that is actually going on here.
So, Rihanna brought you with her on the Monster Tour, not all the shows thank GOD... You wouldn't be able to handle his dumbass remarks. You and Em always argued, ALWAYS. There was just something about him that ticked you off and the way he knew exactly what to do to push EVERY SINGLE button you could possibly have pushed whenever he would open his dumbass rapper mouth.
So here you were, in Detroit to visit your sister and she was about to finish a month long tour with this asshole that happened to be around her. You sigh to yourself as you watched your sister walk in, Rihanna smiles big as she saw you.
"Sammie!" She says excited as she walks to you with quick steps while holding her arms out, you smile and get up and hug her with a chuckle.
"Hey Robyn..." You chuckle with a smile as you hug her back. "How's the white rash that follows you around?" You say as you pull away and look at him as he walked in. Talking about the devil...
You look over at him as he walked in wearing a causal attire per usual, a white t-shirt, camo-shorts to his knees, white Nike's, and a kangol cap on his head.
"You forgot a T in whitetrash." He says while walking in as you frown while shaking your head.
"No i wouldn't wanna flatter you by calling you that." You smile at him as he meets your gaze with his blue eyes, Rihanna rolls her eyes while looking at you.
"Well then, where's the rash located?" He says while looking at you with a smirk.
"Right on my ass." You say back annoyed.
"Just where i wanna be, 24/7, bitch." He chuckles as you open your mouth to talk back.
"Okay shut up, why cant you two just fuck already??" Rihanna says with a chuckle, your eyes widens as you look at her and Marshall looks at her too, not saying anything though... Tongue in cheek, he puts his hands in his pockets and bites his lower lip slightly staringly, you look at her with big eyes.
"NO!? What the fuck! He's despicable! I hate him!" You blurt out, he pouts and looks at you.
"NOW you're flattering me..." He chuckles, you smack his shoulder.
"Shut up, midget." You grunt.
"...okay, ouch." He frowns and puts his hand on his chest, you look at him once and back to Rihanna as she shakes her head at you with a chuckle, you look after her while shaking your head while Marshall remained silently staring in front of him with a slight twitch in the corner of his lips with a thoughtful expression on his face...
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Later that evening, you stood backstage watching them perform Monster together. You had your arms crossed as he was raised from the floor strapped to a table, hes so extra its repulsive... You watched him and Rihanna have fun on stage, mostly watching your sister until the last chorus on Love The Way You Lie, the part where Robyn strokes his chest while looking in his eyes and singing? To cause the female Stan's wet panties, annoyed glances and complete freak outs? Yeah, that part.
But....
He picks the mic up as he looks at Robyn and talks in the mic while looking in her eyes as she just finished the last chorus. You look at Robyn silently.
"Ain't this fuckin' weird?" He says in the mic breathless and looks to the crowd as she got a quizzical expression on her face with a slight chuckle, she talks in the mic.
"What is, Marshall?" She asks as the crowd jumps up and down while cheering loudly as he walks to the front of the stage.
"Well the fact you're my sister-in-law and is stroking my chest dreamingly." He says in the mic and your jaw just drops, SISTER-IN-LAW!? BOY BETTER BE TALKING ABOUT YOUR BROTHER!?
The crowd screams loudly as you look at him with a frown on your face, Rihanna looks towards you with a little grin now and back to him and shrugs before holding her hands up, OH YOU BITCH?!
"Didn't think you'd go public with it, Em." She laughs in the mic as he looks towards her.
"Oh i gotta, i love her so much... Damn, your sister is a tight one too...." He groans in the mic as the female Stan's screams in an absolute frenzy while some covered their mouths with big eyes as you just stare at him in disbelief. WHAT IS HAPPENING!?
"Wow calm down! I dont wanna hear this shit!!" She covers her ears as he turns fully to the crowd now.
"She gives great head too! She finna kill me for this shit, yo...." He laughs and look towards you now. "Baby, come out here..." He holds his arm out towards you as you just stare at him, then shake your head with a killing frown. You fucking ASSHOLE!? He winks at you with a smirk. "Oh come on, Sammie baby?? Everybody!!" He looks at the crowd. "Sammie! Sammie!" He chants and the crowd starts chanting with him, your sister on the other-hand? She just stood laughing with tears strolling down her cheeks in the background, HELP?! HELLO!?
"SAMMIE! SAMMIE! SAMMIE! SAMMIE!" The crowds chant as he now walks to you with his arm out, you look at him with widening eyes as he stops in front of you.
"What the fuck are you doing!!" You whisper yell at him with big eyes as he takes your hand, you grab his wrist with your other hand to stop him with big eyes as he looks at you with his parted lips and was wet to the touch, he smirks at you.
"Either you walk out with me... Or ill carry you?" Your eyes widens.
"YOU WOULD NOT." You state serious, he raises one brow at that.
He walks out on stage with you over his shoulder as you hit his shoulder while hanging over his shoulder.
"MARSHALL!!!" You yell at him embarrassed as he talks in the mic with a grin.
"How can she be so upset about me publicly admitting my undying love for her?? Baby i love you so much!" He puts you down beside him as Rihanna walks up next to you and looks at you with a little chuckle and amused look on her face, you look at her with blushing cheeks and messy hair and big eyes as you stare over at him with big eyes, he looks over at you and kiss your cheek quickly, you wrap your arms around his waist while the crowd was screaming loudly and completely ear-shattering.
"Two can play this game, you stupid fuck..." You whisper in his hear, he raises a brow at that and talks in the mic.
"You seriously gonna say that on stage?? You gonna give me a fucking boner." He looks at you with a chuckle and talks off-mic to you. "You wont win—-" We'll see about that. You raise a brow at him and lean in and kiss his lips now, both Rihanna and him was caught-off guard now. But he kisses you back.
I'm winning this. Not him. Stupid asshole.
You close your eyes, I'm winning, hell yeah. Hehe...
You frown a little in the kiss.
He's... a good kissser...
Shit.
______ A/N: Sort of ran out in the end, I'm trying to get back in the writing thought-process, lot of work so dont have much time for Wattpad anymore and i hate that :(
