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March, 1999
It was a Friday night, and you and your friend Kylie had scored tickets to the D12/Eminem concert. The both of you were born and raised in Detroit, and you even had connections to the famous Slim Shady, though here he would always be known as Marshall. It wasn't uncommon that he would hang out with you and your friends. You and him had been... friends? It was difficult to define your relationship because it had been somewhat strange from the start. In fact, as it turns out, he was the only person you had ever told about your broken personal life-- not even your friends new about it. It was strange, but you had felt an instant attraction and trust to him since the first time you had met him. In the same way, you had never felt to vulnerable as you did when you were with Marshall. It was almost comforting in a way. However, you couldn't remember for the life of you what happened that made you and Marshall stop talking. You knew it couldn't have been natural, no, your feelings were a bit too strong for that... so what was it?!
About every person you had ever met from your city, knew and loved Marshall, so these tickets were a big deal. You had always admired him, and you had all of his CDs in your room, constantly on repeat. What could you say-- good music is good music?
"Y/N! Should I wear the blue or the white skirt?" Kylie asks, pulling you away from your thoughts of Marshall.
"The white! It's so cute!" You respond. You were really only half paying attention, but you trusted that everything she put on looked good on her. Kylie was a good friend, but she was sometimes quick to become jealous and stubborn. She had always been nice to you, so it wasn't often that you were exposed to her flawed side.
As you put on your makeup, you look at yourself in the vanity.
(idk why but i always gotta put an outfit in every story... i hope u like them haha)
Your skirt was quite mini, and your shirt revealed a lot of your chest, but you felt hot. You put eyeliner on your water line, and an excess of lip gloss to complete the look.
It was about 7:30, so you would be leaving soon. Kylie's brother and his two other friends, Kay and Mac, were going to be driving you and Kylie. You were acquainted with them, more or less. Mac seemed to have a thing for you, as he always got a little too close, or said something too risky. You didn't really like it, because you weren't sure as to what you were looking for. You didn't know if you wanted a boyfriend, or if you just wanted some fun. Maybe both? Either way, you knew you weren't looking for someone like Mac, because you couldn't quite tell what he wanted with you, and you didn't want to find out. You hoped he would start picking up your hint.
"Girl you look amazing!" Kylie says, hyping you up. You said it back to her, than the two of you make your way outside her house to meet her brother and his friends.
Kylie's brother, Andrew honked his car horn as you got into his black Toyota. You sat in between Mac and Kylie, a little bit uncomfortable, especially since Mac was manspreading.
"What song are you most excited for, Y/N?"
"[your favorite Eminem song]," you reply
"Great choices...," Mac says, putting his hand on your leg. He seemed to always make every excuse to talk to you. And touch you, for that matter.
"No for real same!" Kylie adds, making it less awkward. "Hopefully they're some cute guys there!" Kylie was always looking for an opportunity to pick up guys, and sometimes even go home with them. You never really did this, mostly out of the fear that you never really knew what to expect out of these guys. But that didn't mean that you didn't have fun!
"Well Marshall and the rest of D12 is gonna be there so that's already guaranteed!" You and Kylie laugh together. Yeah, you love that man. You felt so grateful that you connections to him-- maybe you would even get to meet him tonight. You remember when he was selling Infinite from the trunk of his car, you had always wanted to buy one, but had been to shy to go up to him. Which you knew was irrational, because you two were already well acquainted. One of your guy friends had, however, so you were familiar with his debut. The lyrics were amazing, and the all the tracks made you think deeper about who you were. You related to some of his songs, not to any specific events, but simply at the complications of life. Detroit wasn't an easy place to grow up in, but you could probably say that about most places in the world. Either way, Marshall Mathers' music(and personality, and body-) had impacted so much of your life, all in a positive way.
The sleek metal of the car door squeaking against it's rusty hinges alerted you of your arrival. The venue wasn't the nicest in the world, but for where you came from, you couldn't really complain. It wasn't even that bad-- you wouldn't mind the venue being the inside of a porta potty, if that meant you would get to see Eminem.
Mac grabbed your arm and led you through the crowd to the entrance of the venue, where you got you hand stamped after showing your tickets. A bored looking girl sticks a paper bracelet around your wrist.
"Y'know... I don't think I told you how hot you look tonight..."Mac says, looking at you. You didn't need him to tell you, because you already knew. Either way, it was making you uncomfortable.
"Thank you, I--" you start, but then you get cut off by Kay, who says that you all should get to the pit before it starts to fill up. You agree, and run to Kylie's side, determined to get as far away from Mac as possible. You never should have made him think that you were interested.
You and your group elbow orange blondes and bottle blonde men out of the way. It was so funny how many people started copying Marshall's look, like come on-- there's only one real Slim Shady.
"Look at all these Eminem wannabees!" You whisper to Kylie
"I know right...let's hope they're tame..." she trails off, but you know what she means. Because you are all in the pit, you never know what could happen. You try to push further into the front, because you are only about 5 foot 4[or whatever heigh you are] You twist the paper bracelet nervously, and make small talk to Kylie. As more and more people file into the site, the place begins to smell more and more like weed. It wasn't a foreign smell, and especially considering your age, your were familiar with it.
The whole place goes dark. Then, his voice sounds.
"Make some noise, Detroit!"
More people rush out, Marshall, Proof, Kuniva, Bizarre...etc.
The crowd goes crazy for all the men on the stage. "Detroit, what!" Some guy next to you shouts. You couldn't believe that you were actually here!
Marshall looks quite similar to the last time when you saw him. Same bleached blonde hair, same toned athletic figure...not that you were looking at his body(u were). Oh, and he seemed to have gotten more tattoos. You had never especially liked tattoos, but something about Marshall's made you drawn towards them. You noticed that he had his daughter Hailey tattooed on his arm. It was rare to see a guy that actually valued his family, and that was... hot.
There was never a moment of silence, never a pause, as the volume always stayed on a hundred percent, not just from Marshall, but also the crowd. And you had completely excepted it, as The Slim Shady LP had been released not yet a month ago. More like three weeks prior to the concert. You knew every single song front and back.
The show passed by in a blur
As you were regaining your composure after the borderline life-changing concert, you noticed a man start walking in your direction. There was no way he was walking towards you, right? You looked around you, but no one seemed to take much noticed of him, except for you.
"Y/N, How'd you like it?" Marc says, putting his arm around you. Ugh, why was he even touching you?
"I love Eminem so much!" You respond, trying to make him catch on. You wriggle out of his grip, and stand farther away. You couldn't tell if Mac noticed, maybe the secondhand smoke was getting to him...
"Excuse me?" A man-- the man says from behind you. You couldn't exactly tell who he was talking to, but he was looking at you, so you clarify.
"...Me?"
"Yes you-- Mr. Mathers has invited you backstage. I'm Paul Rosenburg, his manager, by the way." He holds out his hand, and you shake it. No way. No fucking way. This felt straight out of a dream, you didn't even know that things like this existed. And if it did, not to people like you! Or maybe that was just your low self esteem speaking...either way, you were elated.
"Of course!" Paul looks relieved. You wonder why. He seemed nice, a bit stressed out, but also calm in a way. As if he were in a state of controlled chaos.
"Oh shit!" Kylie says. Her brother and Kay had already walked away, so it was just the two of you, Mac, and Paul. You couldn't tell if she were happy for you, surprised, or mad at you. If she was a good friend, she would be supportive.
"You're just gonna go?" Mac says, staring at you.
"Uh... yeah? Why wouldn't I!?" You respond incredulously. Is he out of his mind? Who would ever turn down an opportunity like this? He can't possibly be jealous...
"Damn, I should've known you would choose some guy you don't even know over us. Over me." Mac spits in your face. You are so done with him-- has he not been receiving any signals? You guys were not even that close, he just had a thing for you. A thing that you were sorry, but did not reciprocate.
"Oh my god Mac, give it a rest! You're acting like we're dating!" You say, walking closer to Paul. Kylie stares at you, before she turns around and mumbles "bitch," as she walks away. What the hell is her problem? It's not your fault that Marshall requested you backstage, and besides, anyone would do the same as you.
"We can go now..." Paul states, looking uncertainly between you and Mac. You nod, and follow him. You hope that he knows that you and Mac aren't romantically involved, because you don't want to appear as a cheater, or some kind of slut. You would deal with Mac later, but now? You were busy. You decided to occupy yourself on other thoughts, like what exactly had made you stand out? There were thousands of people there, so you felt flattered.
"You from Detroit?" Paul asks, holding a door open for you.
"Yes, I've lived here all my life."
"Oh, that's probably why Marshall said he recognized you, then..." Your heart skips a beat. Marshall recognizes you? Since you had met him, you had admired him from afar, especially now. You wonder if her had ever though about you.
You pulled the on the hem of you mini skirt, and adjusted the straps of your top before Paul led you to a white door with a silver star on it. On the star, it said Marshall Mathers. You didn't know that the star doors real, which further added to your nerves. You had already passed by probably five other rooms, so the anticipation was really building.
"He's right in here," Paul turns to you, about to open the door, his hand waiting expectantly on the doorknob. "Are you alright...?" He asks.
"No yeah, I'm just...I'm good." You decide against dumping your strange collection of emotions onto some random man you just met. Paul nods, then opens the door. Instantly, a cloud of marijuana engulfs you as you step in the room. 20 or more beer and coke cans lay on a white foldable table pushed into the corner of the room. Marshall sits on a blue couch with the rest of D12 around him. Five trashy girls--groupies--surround them. Marshall doesn't seem to be completely interested in them, at least not as much as the rest of D12. He looks up at you, before Paul introduces you.
Marshall is wearing bright red track pants with white lines (haha) on them. He has a baseball hat on, and a wife beater. He was just built so well. Clearly, he hadn't really changed too much. He was so attractive though, and that thought set your whole body ablaze.
"Marshall here's your girl." Paul states. Wow, that was quite the introduction.
"Yo Y/N!" Marshall says, standing up to greet you. You were quite confused to how he even remembered your name.
"You really remember me?" You ask.
"How could I forget chu girl? I might have brain damage but I ain't brain dead," he laughs. He takes you back to his spot to the couch. "Close the door on ya way out, Paul." Marshall says. People around you laugh and so do you-- you had forgotten how blunt he was.
"Never expected you to be at one of my shows--" Marshall starts, but then he gets cut off by Proof.
"You gon' introduce us to your girl, dawg?" He says, looking at you expectantly. The groupie girls look at you, giving you looks. They do not seem to like you. And you couldn't really blame them...
"Damn ya couldn't even gimme a minute! This is Y/N, Y/N those are irrelevant assholes." Marshall says, putting an arm around you. His touches were bringing you back to when you were younger...
"C'mon Slim." Bizzare says, rolling his eyes but chuckling.
"Y/N, how do you know Marsh, cause he was talking a lot aboutchu backsta--"
"Yo, shut the hell up." Marshall says, trying running a hand down his face, trying not to laugh as his friends make fun of him. Oh, so this ran deeper than you thought...
"I mean, we've always had similar friends, so we've.... hung out a bit." You say. You didn't want to give up too much information. And besides, you didn't really recall exactly how you got to know him.
"Yeah, and we was smoke buddies for a bit." Marshall says, smirking...oh god how could you forget about that?! The memories start flooding back to-- it was a wonder that you could even remember everything because of how high you had been. Even so, it was probably the best Halloween ever.
bonus chapter starts here ! (or u can read it after, but there are some references, idk u do u pookies)
"Those were some good times!" You say, reminiscing. Your cheeks were slightly flushed as you regained your memory of that night. That was when you two grew close. But that was also when you cut him off--
"You shoulda called me." Marshall says. You wonder if he were hurt or offended at the fact that you really hadn't interacted much with him afterwards.
"I wanted to, but I got in trouble with Ally and Carlie!"
"That bitch? Why?" Marshall looked very confused, and even mad.
"She had a huge thing for you-- you seriously didn't know that, Marshall?" You were shocked that he didn't realized, it was practically her whole personality.
"You'd be surprised what coke can do to your memory. Anyway, I'm done with blondes. They're all hoes." He says, twirling a piece of your long hair. This was the one time where you were thankful that you were a brunette. The groupies--all of whom are blonde-- look at you and mutter something probably about you, under their breaths.
"Shut up or leave." Marshall says to them. He didn't realize how intense his feeling were to you. You know what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Marshall was beginning to realize that that was the truth, as he didn't realize how much he had missed you. He regretted no staying in contact with you after that night. He could still remember exactly how he felt with you.
"Damn dawg, you down bad!" Kuniva says, alluding to Marshall's possessiveness of you.
"Yo, stop ruinin' the moment." Marshall says.
"How have you been?" You ask him. You really wondered, because yes, you had read most articles and seen most news segments about him, but you never really knew what was on the inside. And even without the fame, Marshall was still somewhat like an onion-- in the sense that he had so many layers, and a complicated past. No matter how much he would tell you about himself, there was always something else.
"I've been pretty good,"
"Kim still being a bitch?"
"'Course. But I think Hailey's been calming her down, y'know?" You knew all about Kim, and you had even offered Marshall some advice on how to handle their relationship a couple of times.
"What about you? You got someone?" Proof asks. You expect Marshall to make some smart comment to him, but when he doesn't say anything, you realize that he probably wants to know, too.
"No, I wouldn't be here if I did." You say. Marshall lets go of your hair, and takes a swig of his diet coke. He was so hot.
"Who was that guy you were with?" He says, after putting the can down.
"The guy? Oh, that was Mac-- you know him, right?"
"Yeah, think so."
"We're not together, but he has a thing for me, and it's kind of annoying." You confess.
"I'll break his fucking face." Marshall says. You laugh in response, and so do the other boys. All of a sudden, you start to feel shy, just because of all the people in the room. You wish it were just you and Marshall.
"Let's go somewhere private." Marshall whispers in your ear, and pulls you up.
"Good luck, Y/N!" Someone shouts as you leave the room.
As you walk with Marshall, your phone buzzes. You open it, and see you have a missed call and text from kylie. The text reads:
Kylie: So your just gonna leave us like that?? you really are a bitch you know that.
You didn't get why she was so mad. Every time you went to the club or the bar with her(or really anywhere,) she would pick up guys and sometimes even leave with them. So how was this any different? Why could she have her fun, but the one time you had yours, she acted like you opened the gates of hell. It was so annoying that she was acting like this. I mean sure, you hadn't really told her about you and Marshall's history, but even so, it didn't quite matter. You knew she would have done the same if she were in your shoes.
She even spelled you're the wrong way.
"You good?" Marshall says, pulling you out of your head. You were both now in the parking lot, with Marshall's car being pretty much the only one, save two or three others. It was isolated, so you wouldn't have to worry about any distractions or obstacles, unlike last time. This would be a do over.
"Yeah, my friend's just mad I'm here with you,"
"If you have to go--" Marshall starts, pulling open his car door. You had flashbacks to the last time you were together. Great things always happened in his car.
"No, fuck her. I want to stay."
"Stay, but only if you promise not cut me off this time." Marshall jokes. You want to respond to him, but no words come out. He's just too... irresistible. You kiss him. Usually you weren't this bold. Usually you wouldn't make the first move, but at this point you had been waiting to kiss this man for 864 days.(not that you were really counting...)
Marshall didn't even hesitate. He kissed back immediately, as he had been planning to kiss you anyway. He was a great kisser. Marshall put his hand on your thigh and the difference between his touch vs Mac's was clear. Marshall's other hand trailed down from your cheek to your neck to your collar... and lower.
You felt as though you had been missing out on him, and his presence. It was strange, and almost scary what one man could do to you, how his words made you feel hot, and his touch made you feel cold. Even your body didn't know how to react. You cursed your younger self, who had been sitting three years ago in Marshall's car, right where you were now. You cursed her for not kissing him, for ghosting him, for letting yourself distance from her. Marshall cursed himself too. But now, all that didn't matter. All that mattered was Marshall, and where he was putting his hands.
"I've missed you,"
"I've missed you more, Marshall. I'm so sorry--"
"Don't ever apologize ever again. That shit doesn't matter anymore." You felt so grateful for him, because you knew that it must have hurt him. You were so stupid and only thought about yourself, and how it would be bad for you. He had shared so much of himself with you-- hopefully you were making up for it.
"shit, Y/N," Marshall says quietly. "After all these years I really forgot about what you do to me."
you were in love.
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A/N-
Hi guys!! Sorry if this oneshot is lackluster, i get it. i figured out what was wrong-- WHERES THE SMUT !? so i was wondering if anyone would like to write it for me, because tbh i really don't know how, and i feel like it would be extremely bad if i did. if you want to write it, reply to this, or send me a dm-- whatever works best. i rlly need help soooo it would be greatly appreciated !
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