Marshall Mathers Imagines

Eminem adopts you

You sat in your room at the children's home and look out the window quietly as you listened to your little walkman. When you were just a baby, you had been put in a small basket with only a blanket around you, a small note saying: "Help me, my name is (Y/F/N)" and the walkman laying next to you. 

Originally, the walkman you had was the type that used cassettes, but since those were so hard to come by these days, your caretaker, Miss. Lisa Schwartz, had bought you an upgraded one that used CD's. 

So now you sat at your usual spot by the window of your room that you shared with two other kids, Macy, who had huge gums; so huge that when she smiled, half the gums in her mouth were visible. Not only that, she seemed to overproduce salvia, so much that whenever she had her mouth open and  was breathing, bubbles of salvia would be created. You weren't trying to be mean, but you avoided telling her jokes because of those reasons. 

The other one was Max, full name Maxine, but she hated being called that. If you even came close to saying it, she would be so mad that she'll beat you up. You had once heard of someone saying her full name and they said she knocked the front row of teeth out, today that kid is known as Lisb-Lisbeth. She couldn't talk properly anymore. 

A big, black SUV drove up on the sidewalk in front of the big house just then. You frown and take off your headphones and pause The Marshall Mathers LP cd on your walkman. That's an expensive car... And you knew quite a few things about cars.

You keep looking out the window as you saw the door open on the driver side and a guy stepped out of the car, he was wearing a hood over his head as he closed the door and locked the car before making his way around the hood of the car and into the building. Another guy to not adopt you... You think to yourself and lean against the windowpane quietly as you sat in the window. 

You were 7 years old and you knew nothing else than the inside of this place, never been adopted or even looked twice upon by possible people that could adopt you. Never. So you figured this wouldn't be any different as you heard all the kids silence and get told to go to their rooms by the headmasters deep voice. After a little while, Max and Macy walks into the room and lay in their beds, you just keep sitting in the window pane. Just looking out at the streets of Detroit outside and listening to the song "Marshall Mathers".

You heard that your caretaker was showing the man around, as you heard her voice in the staircase talking about all the kids. 

Marshall walked into the children's home quietly with the hood over his head, he might have adopted his niece and Kim's "love" child with another man, but shit. He'd never thought he'd actually think of genuinely adopting a kid. Which was weird to him, he loved kids and was a great father. So the thought of going to a children's home to adopt a child that actually needs a parent was oddly enough something that hadn't struck him. 

"Hello sir. Welcome to Sunflower Children's Home." A male's voice greets him, he stops by the front desk and takes off the hoodie, exposing his trimmed, brown hair and blue eyes. "Oh, Eminem I see?" He chuckles, Marshall lets out a chuckle as well.