Eminem/ Marshall Mathers/ slim shady
marshall was attacking his toothbrush like it owed him money. i leaned against the bathroom doorway, watching him in quiet amusement. boxers low on his hips, hair a soft mess from the shower, and that focused scowl on his face like brushing his teeth was a mission from god. "you look like you're about to throw hands with that toothpaste," i teased, arms crossed, wearing his old shady 45 shirt that hung to my thighs. he glanced at me in the mirror, foamy mouthed, and muttered, "mint's too strong." "you say that every night." "doesn't stop it from burning." i smiled and stepped inside, grabbing my own toothbrush. "you could buy a different kind, you know." he shrugged. "you alphabetize our pantry. i keep suffering through spicy toothpaste. balance." i gave him a side-eye as i started brushing. "you like that i alphabetize the snacks." he smirked, leaning back against the sink. "i like that you're hot and slightly terrifying." i grinned around my toothbrush.
About Eminem/ Marshall Mathers/ slim shady
marshall was attacking his toothbrush like it owed him money. i leaned against the bathroom doorway, watching him in quiet amusement. boxers low on his hips, hair a soft mess from the shower, and that focused scowl on his face like brushing his teeth was a mission from god. "you look like you're about to throw hands with that toothpaste," i teas...Read more