Okay, so I don't know if people still do these, but I love Clintasha and these are just random one-shots I think of. I will be taking requests for the time being. This is my first Marvel fanfic so if I get something wrong just tell me and I will fix it. NOTE: Updates will be VERY slow DISCLAIMER: I do not own Marvel! All rights go to its owners. I only own my OCs (for now they're Carissa, Noah, and Abby). If I use fanart I do not own it unless I say so.

5 times the avengers suspected Nat and Clint were more than friends, plus one time they found out the truth. This is my first fanfic so please review and like! I am completely open to any prompts for future stories you guys have!

Marshall Mathers is asked to check out a fan fiction story by a friend worried he's being sold out again. Instead he catches himself wondering what the author is like in real life and eventually decides to find her. Does life really imitate art and lead to love?

An Eminem fanfiction story

Kayla Jenkins is just like any other twenty five year old her age - wild, free, and the proud owner of an Only Fans account. Marshall Mathers on the other hand, is a forty seven year old father of three young ladies with his party days long behind him. Obviously nothing could ever work between them. Nothing, except sex.

Megan Carter grew up on the road. She lost her first tooth while flying over Montana. She celebrated her thirteenth birthday camped in a rickety, rainbow-colored motel in Joshua Tree, California; when the power went out, she and her dad played cards in the light of her birthday candles. She attended high school in six different states and never got a diploma. She learned how to drive in Austin, Texas; she also rode a bull there and subsequently broke her arm in two places. She lost her virginity to a boy in Washington who wore hand-patched jackets and crooned old Al Green songs to her afterwards. She'd watched her dad as he tuned guitars for ska musicians and heavy metal prima donnas; when she was old enough, she was allowed to do it for him. So drawing up a contract to join Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg's Up in Smoke Tour didn't feel like too big of a leap outside of Megan's comfort zone. It's a shadier place than expected. * * * Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. It will be structured around Eminem's timeline, but only based on the information that is available to the public; it is not meant to be a commentary on the real (Slim Shady) Marshall Mathers, or any other real-life individuals. I own only the plot and the original characters. * * * #69 in slim

We joked about it. I teased him. He teased me. It was just a little game. Cat and mouse maybe? Except I wanted him to catch me. So I let the word slip from my mouth as I had before. "Please daddy." He smirked devilishly. I wanted to be the angel that saved his soul.

Ella has been navigating life on her own terms, relentlessly pushing her past into the distance. Yet, against her better judgment, she begins to crave the thrill of chaos-and it all ignites with a ticket to a rap concert, headlined by none other than Marshall Mathers. In a twist of fate, their paths intertwine, and a turbulent love affair follows, charged with intensity and unrest. Ella has already survived the fires of hell, so when she gazes into the flames and smiles, know that she is someone to be feared. I do not own any of the music, it is fictional but may have similar life events, but these are no where near factual.

Leila Tate is ice-cold, untouchable, and in control of everything-except Marshall Mathers. Dark, relentless, and dangerously magnetic, Marshall devours the walls she built, igniting a desire that threatens to destroy them both. Their chemistry is electric, their love toxic, and no matter how much it hurts, they can't let go. Marshall is obsessed, captivated by Leila's fierce independence and the way she makes him lose control. Leila is addicted to the fire they create, drawn to the chaos he brings. Together, they push each other to the brink, teetering on the edge of destruction-where lust and obsession blur the line between pleasure and pain. They crave what's destroying them. Every touch is like gasoline on the flames, every kiss another step closer to burning everything in their path. No matter how far they fall, they always come back for more. Intoxicated is a story of obsession, addiction, and a love so powerful it consumes everything. It's about the kind of passion that devours all in its path, leaving nothing but ashes behind. If you're ready for a love that destroys, this story will take hold and never let go. I do not own any of the music or the pictures in this story, it is fictional but may have similar life events, but these are no where near factual.

One text. One decision. One day. Life changed unbelievably, changing me.