--Wake Up Call; Part 2-- What happens when your ex-boyfriend, who was perfect in every way, turns out to be crazier than your boyfriend and fiancé, Eminem?

"It's like an explosion every time I hold you, I wasn't joking when I told you you take my breath away. You're a supernova..." Riley Stuart, upcoming model, forced her dark and lonely past away until she is offered an opportunity to work with famous rapper, Eminem, where she discovers, not only an undeniable connection between them, but a tornado of past romance she thought she'd repressed. With everyone and everything against their relationship, Riley is confronted with a single decision: To leave the past behind and step forwards into her future or trust in her haunted past. *PART 1*

Imagines that will probably take you on a journey now to where..i'm not sure. :)

This is an Eminem fan fiction. Read more in the first part. Some chapters maybe private, so follow me if you wish to read them. Enjoy!

── 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 ۫ ꣑ৎ ── 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 '𝐃𝐄𝐉𝐀 𝐕𝐔' ۫ ꣑ৎ

Marshall's POV. I had just gotten off the tour bus and hopping in this 7-eleven that I hoped had some Red Bull and Nacho's cause after being stuck on that bus for 7 hours and everyone eating up all the food.. I was absolutely starving. I quickly got in the store with my hood down seeing that no one was really around to recognize me but just in case I grabbed all the items that I thought was necessary to make sure I wouldn't get hungry any time soon. Then I went up to the counter and saw the cashier who was busy talking on her phone instead of paying attention to the customers like she should be doing. "Yo, i'm ready to be rung up." I said hoping she would get off the phone. "No, what your ready for is a new hair style, your hair looks like one of those yellow scrub brushes you would buy at the Family Dollar store down the street." She retorted. And that's where it all began..

held within are all my Bill Skarsgard/Roman Godfrey Imagines. NSFW

#1 on Eminemfanfic hashtag as of 23/06/30 Tyler Hyun is instantly recognizable and addictive. She's the type of person we imagine doesn't really exist, merely only materializing in some figment of imagination. She isn't easy to understand and she makes it incredibly hard to predict her behaviour. So it's relatively understandable that everyone's hooked on her like she's your newest party drug. Marshall Mathers meets her at his friend's house party and he's falling within seconds of seeing her. It's that type of instant attachment. He needs her to be his, he becomes obsessed. But sometimes you've gotta stop for a moment and ask how obsessive do you become before it's getting concerning? *** "No- here's my frustration. We're always distracting ourselves. With TV, music, news... endlessly, endlessly, until we can't even stomach our own silence, can't fathom creating our own thought, can't handle being alone with ourselves. We always need to be preoccupied." She's letting out an aggravated groan, bringing her hands up in front of her face. I imagine what it's like to have her around all the time. I imagine what it's like waking up to her, having her talking about the darkest things in a way that's stomach-able. I need her.

#1 on Absurdism Hashtag 13/02/23 #1 on Eminemfanfic Hashtag 24/02/23 #1 on Nihilism Hashtag 24/02/23 #1 on Existential Hashtag 12/03/23 Marlow Rosenberg is a music producer under her father's label, Def Jam Records, as well as an abrasive criminal. She's the absurdist antihero of the new millennia. Paul Rosenberg's child is the definition of an eccentric pessimist, sharing her father's impatience and passion for music. So naturally they're inseparable, making things interesting when a childish, broke white boy with box-bleached hair is Paul's passion project. There's very little going for Marshall, but he keeps pushing anyways, often making a fool of himself. Paul spends most of his time with the up and coming rapper, believing that if he works hard enough and introduces him to enough people, someone's going to pick up the pasty white rapper. Marlow and Marshall are very well acquainted, and though Marlow is a few years younger, Marshall's boyish personality makes it incredibly hard to tell. It's hard to decide who's the lesser of two evils between them. A consistently high, widely disrespectful, crude rapper in his early twenties, or an eighteen year old chain-smoking blackmarket criminal whose life purpose is to create chaos? Yeah. Think on that for a bit... It's the year 1999, and things are about to get completely out of hand when a famous rap label takes interest...

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