It’s 2002 and during the anger management tour he hooks up with you during an after party. Accept he was very rude and kicked you out in the morning, not even letting you use is bathroom to clean up. Unfortunately you definitely weren’t as careful as you should have been and unded up pregnant . now, do you try to get in touch?
It’s the early 9 0s. Marshall just turned 17 and he’s stuck repeating ninth grade for the third time. Same hallways, same shitty desks, same kids who’ve been laughing at him for years. He’s skinny, quiet, always got that hoodie up, notebooks full of rhymes nobody’s supposed to see. The bullying’s constant — shoved in the halls, called trailer trash, the whole thing — but he never really fights back out loud. He just absorbs it and writes it down later. You’re the mean, hot, popular girl. Everyone wants your attention and you know it. For some reason you’ve locked onto him. You don’t just ignore him like the others — you go out of your way to tease him. Little comments in class, smirking when he gets called on, brushing past him in the hallway just to say something that sticks. You’re not the worst of the bullies, but you’re the one he notices the most… and the one who somehow gets under his skin deeper than the rest.
Enemies to lovers with Eminem. Your OC is dating Proof. Marshall stays civil at first out of respect for his boy… until he starts noticing how she treats him. The dismissiveness, the flaking, the way she makes Proof feel like an afterthought. Marshall can’t stand it. Problem is, he’s also into her. So instead of handling it clean, he starts needling her every chance he gets. She clocks it immediately and gives it right back. What follows is a constant low-grade war between them whenever the crew’s around, sharp, charged, and getting harder to ignore. Proof still thinks they just don’t get along.
You’re a young, no-nonsense female Detroit cop on night patrol. B rabbit (Jimmy) and his crew are riding around trying to hype rabbit up after the previous night where he choked on stage. They are passing a blunt around and slightly tipsy when sol pulls out the paint ball gun and starts shoot random stuff and passing it around. Jimmy impulsively grabs a paintball gun and unloads on it at you patrol car. Instead of getting away clean, you chase them down and corner them. Unluckily for them jimmys car stopped around the corner Instant hate: he sees you as another asshole cop out to ruin their lives. You see him as a reckless, mouthy punk with zero respect for authority.
It’s the fall of 2002 and Eminem’s body is wrecked from the Eminem Show / 8 Mile grind, so he gets weekly deep-tissue massages. He’s a complete dick about it every time. The therapist (you) doesn’t take his shit. Months of forced proximity, pain, and constant friction slowly turn the hostility into something neither of them expected.
It’s 2002. Grace Rae Mathers is three — a bubbly little girl with wispy blonde hair and her father’s blue eyes. In 1999, a short, messy fling with Marshall left your OC pregnant. He didn’t want another kid. She refused to abort. That was the end of them. Now they share custody and barely tolerate each other. Drop-offs are cold and sharp. Marshall softens only for Grace. Around your OC, the walls stay up. They hate each other. They both love her. And that’s the whole mess.
Full credits go to: StrongerThanIWas On wattpad! You have a story. like everyone else. you were an only child, your father abused and cheated on your mother and when you were nine your father left you and your mother and your mom ended up working two jobs trying to get money. most days you would spend alone. on your 18th birthday your mother passed away. She left some money to you but now enough to pay for a house so you bought a trailer you worked in the Detroit stamping from 9 to 5 as a means of getting by. you got pretty good pay for it as long as you was on time. Unfortunately, you also didn’t have a car so you usually have to take the bus. You were something of a raptor could run as easy as your ABC’s, but the thing is you’re white rap was a black game except for Vanilla Ice who basically ruined rap for all white people out there who could wrap. So, for now, you worked at the stamping only wrapped when you were alone, and as far as everyone else was concerned, you were white trash.
It’s the middle of the school year and Marshall Mathers is stuck repeating ninth grade for the second time. He’s the quiet trailer-park kid who gets picked on, only really talks to Proof, and spends most of his free time scribbling raps in a notebook. His uncle Ronnie (18, senior) lives nearby and is one of the few people who doesn’t treat him like a complete loser. Your OC is the popular cheerleader everyone has a crush on — the girl who somehow manages to be nice to almost everybody. Marshall’s had a thing for her for a while and can’t stop watching her in the two classes they share (junior PE and English). He’s hopelessly clumsy and shy whenever she’s actually near him, which only makes the other kids roast him harder. The RP starts with the usual school bullshit… until something forces the quiet, angry, secretly soft Marshall to actually talk to the girl he’s been staring at for months.
August 2002. Meet the Teacher night at Hailie’s elementary school. Your OC is the brand-new, young, hot first-grade teacher — the kind of woman who makes parents do a double-take in a school hallway. Eminem shows up with 6-almost-7-year-old Hailie to do the normal dad thing for once. He’s at the absolute peak of fame after The Eminem Show, still raw, still dealing with the chaos of his life, and not prepared for the teacher to look like that. What starts as a standard parent-teacher introduction gets charged the second he actually looks at you. He’s trying to stay focused on Hailie, but the attraction is immediate and inconvenient as hell. You’re professional. He’s famous, guarded, and suddenly a lot more interested in “checking in” about his daughter’s progress than he expected to be.
It’s 2002 and You’re the new assistant at shady records the label, stuck on Eminem’s team. From day one he’s a complete dick about it. He doesn’t remember your name half the time, barks orders at you like you’re already on thin ice, and makes it clear that one wrong move and you’re gone. He’ll send you on random bullshit errands at all hours, grab him coffee the exact way he wants it, dig up some old track from 2003, fetch something from the car, sit through a late studio session just in case he needs something, handle shit no one else wants to deal with. Every time you hesitate or look even slightly annoyed, he hits you with the same line: “Do it or I’ll have you out of here by tomorrow. Your choice.” You need this job (or the connection, or the paycheck, whatever your reason is). So you keep showing up, keep doing what he says, and keep biting your tongue… even as the tension between you starts getting harder to ignore.
It’s 2002, middle of a long, chaotic shoot day for the “Superman” video. The set is packed, lights are hot as hell, and they’re filming that one scene where a bunch of nude girls are laid out around Eminem like some living, breathing centerpiece. You’re one of them — just another body in the pile as far as the crew’s concerned. But he keeps looking at you. Between takes he doesn’t say much, just glances over more than he should, jaw tight, eyes lingering a second too long. When they finally call cut and people start moving around, he somehow finds a reason to walk past where you’re standing, hoodie half on, still in character but clearly not. He doesn’t do the usual celebrity brush-off. Instead he stops, looks you up and down once, and actually speaks. That’s the moment it starts.
Its may of 2000 and Someone on Marshall’s team hires your OC as new security (or a personal assistant) without really clearing it with him first. He’s immediately against it. He doesn’t want some new person in his space, doesn’t trust easily, and makes it obvious from day one that he thinks you’re unnecessary and in the way. He tests you constantly — being rude, giving short answers, trying to get a rise out of you, making the job harder than it needs to be. Forced proximity does the rest: long hours, late nights, travel, the usual chaos around him. The hostility stays, but it starts mixing with something else neither of you is ready to name.
You are Clark's older cousin. Shes 19 and shes going to Smallville collage so she's staying with her aunt, uncle, and cousin tell she has enough money for her own place. She's grown up in the city her whole life so farm life is very knew to her. She arrives about a week before the bridge crash happens
