#Proof And Eminem

[eminemsvevo]

Eminem and Proof

[jjeniuss]

big smooch and slim shawty

[biggunblazer]

Em and Big Proof

[painalotwww]

[jpg4angel]

Eminem and Proof <3

[slimshadylover]

Em and proof were so silly :3

[marshallsgirl]

This friendship >>>

[lordmajeed]

D12

[therealcocoshady]

Why does Em keep wearing the Kangol hats ? 🤔

I am currently reading Not Afraid by Anthony Bozza and I think I figured out why Em wears the Kangol hats we love to hate 👀.

Here is what Bozza writes in the book :

Proof was actually buried wearing a Kangol Cap. What if that’s the reason why Em started wearing these ?

Thinking back, I don’t think he was spotted rocking these hats until after Proof died, so it would sort of make sense 🤔. If that’s the case, I think that’s a sweet nod ❤️ - and I will stop the Kangol hate 👀.

Anyway, i am really enjoying the book. It is really insightful, not only about Em’s career, but also about the music industry !

[lebloser-stil]

Just hope you're heaven-sent, and you're hell-proof.

@lebloser-stil

[powerbottomeminem]

I absolutely love your writing, keep doing what you’re doing! I know you haven’t done a kissing prompt in ages but if you’re still up to doing them, 74 and Proof would make my day :)

Thank you! I'm always writing more, and always love to hear that others love it too! Prompts and asks are always welcome. My answers just might be (very) slow. Cheers to patience ✨

Now for the prompt:

74. Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap (Eminem x Proof)

Marshall was sitting on the couch in the lounge of his studio. It was late Saturday night, or maybe early Sunday morning - hard to judge by the half empty bottle of Hennessy. The second bottle of said cognac he'd drunk, the first was left behind in some strip club somewhere downtown. Marshall, unfortunately, was not as drunk as he wanted to be.

Why did he want to be drunk? Nothing in particular, the usual really: Fame sucked, fans sucked, rap sucked, the internet sucked, magazines sucked, TMZ sucked especially hard, money sucked, bitches sucked, Kim sucked twice as much, his mom sucked, his dad sucked in absentia, his manager sucked, boybands sucked, that Britney bitch sucked too, people that he thought were his friends sucked, people that hated him sucked, white rappers sucked, including him - and yet he didn't have any dick to suck. Life, as always, was against him.

"What're you moping about?", the smokey voice of his best friend asked. He leaned over the backrest of the couch, a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his obsidian black eyes.

Marshall loved those eyes. And that voice. "Nothing. Everything. Anything. You know what I mean?" A shrug. "Wanted to record … I think." He hated to hear his slurred voice in the morning. Those rhymes were pretty bad most of the time, his thoughts scattered and strangled.

And recording hadn't been fun in a while. High or drunk or sober.

Softly, DeShaun patted his shoulder. "You been pouting all week, I'm very much over it, y'know."

"Then don't look," Marshall answered snippily.

DeShaun's smile softened. "No, can't do, Doodie." And he hopped over the couch's backrest, getting easily comfortable on Marshall's lap. "I'm over you pouting, but you're too damn cute." So he squeezed Marshall's cheeks between his hands, exaggerating said pouty expression.

Halfheartedly, Marshall tried to push DeShaun away. "Let me."

"Nah," DeShaun denied. Instead he leaned forward and kissed him. Their lips met in a sweet touch, a little too forceful. Instinctively, immediately, Marshall closed his eyes and melted into the kiss. His hands stopped pushing against his friend's chest, and instead gripped his hips and thighs. Pulling DeShaun closer. They leaned into each other, lips brushing against one another.

"I never let you," DeShaun said softly, they breathed the same air. "You need someone to rein you in. Put you on a leash and only let you bite on command."

Marshall chuckled quietly. "You're pretty bad at that, y'know." Another kiss shared between them. The other's heat was inflaming his skin. "You let me beat up a puppet dog."

A grin flashed white pearly teeth. "You're also cute when you're furious. I don't take no blame for nothing."

"Don't call me cute, asshole," Marshall grumbled.

"That's cute, too." DeShaun kissed him again. "You'd feel better if I let yours do its thing?"

"You gotta ask?" asked Marshall incredulous.

DeShaun laughed and drowned it out with another kiss. "Aight, I got you, Doodie."

[goodgarbs]

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[painalotwww]

目前画过最认真的一张q插贡献给我船额

[jpg4angel]

Eminem and Proof (best friends)

[aaliyahunleashed]

Happy Heavenly Birthday to DeShaun Dupree Holton, known professionally as Proof - Born October 2, 1973.

Proof was a close childhood friend of rapper Eminem, who also lived in Detroit.  Proof and Bizarre from D12 appeared in Aaliyah's "Age Aint Nothing But A Number", which was filmed in Detroit, Michigan in late 1994. Proof was fatally shot on the morning of April 11, 2006.