So Eminem is with a very self conscious reader. If any one is offended from what I write, please just tell me and I promise I will take it off. Anyway, please enjoy.
(WARNING: Alittle hate towards the reader from the fans, however, you are perfect)
Your partner took you with him on tour. You thought that you were too serious to call him a boyfriend. Afterall that was what teenagers called their partners. You two definitely weren't teenagers. You accepted him flew all his flaws, just like he accepted you. You knew he didn't want to be married again, so you didn't pressure him.
But his fans hated you. They said that Kim was better, even thought they had no right to hate you. What was wrong with you?
You were too skinny.
You were too fat.
Your hair was too short.
Your hair was too long.
Your tits were too big.
Your tits were like Marshall's feelings for Kim: non existent.
You were too pale.
You were too dark.
You had no figure.
You had too much figure.
He deserved better.
He couldn't do worse.
Dirt was better then you, you didn't even deserve to tread on it.
You felt so discriminated, you tried everything. Staying off of the scenes of his life in public, being there with him, not showing any PDA, showing PDA. It was hard, and you knew it was. His fans were tearing you apart.
Marshall jogged off of the stage and bumped straight into you,"Woah, sorry babe, are you okay?" He panted softly and took the bottle of Mountain Dew from your hands and gulped it down.
"Mmhm. You look all tired and sweaty." You smiled.
"Awww does that mean I get a hug?" He laughed.
"No, fuck off." You slapped his damp bicep gently.
"Why're you so cruel to me?" He smiled and cupped your face.
"I don't know, why don't you ask all the people out there?" You sighed.
"(Y/N)," He sighed softly. "You don't believe all that do you?"
"How can I not believe it? Marshall they hate me!"
"Because you're amazing! You're beautiful, you're kind. I love you so much, don't get doing this to me. I need you, okay? So don't leave me because my fans don't like you. Because I god damn love you! I love you so much. You make me laugh, you make me smile. You're there when I need you. I've needed you so much (Y/N)." He leant down and rested his forehead against yours.
"I'm not going." You mumbled.
"Good." He kissed you softly. You kissed back, every single emotion you had for him flowing into a passionate, soft kiss.
God you loved him.
