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hotchgirlsummer · 1 year

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There’s barley people on this app that make good bimbo reader! You are amazing!! Could u do one where she goes to his office for lunch and after they eat she gets sleepy so he lays her on his couch to nap and she’s like “so sleepy”

summary ⤷ There's nothing more one looks forward after lunch than napping with the love of their life.

pairing ⤷ aaron hotchner x fem!bimbo!reader

warnings ⤷ nothing but fluff! maybe some heart to heart talk?

word count ⤷ 1.6k words

a/n ⤷ no cause you are so sweet 🥺🥺🥺🥺 this took a long while to get done as february was a busy month for me. hopefully you like it!also!! to get back in the habit of writing, drabble requests are open! ☺️

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"Your food delivery's here!" Y/N giggled cheerfully as she opened Aaron's office door but her cheery expression was halted when she noticed that Dave and Emily were also in the room as they were previously discussing important; she looked at the other two agents and shot them a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry I didn't get you guys anything, can I make it up next time? Did you guys like the chocolate mousse or the cupcakes that I brought last time?"

"i liked both, I do have a craving for your chocolate mousse," Came Emily's immediate and well-thought of reply, which earned her smirking looks from the two men, "What? Y/N's a great baker and I love all of her treats."

"Aw, you're too sweet to me, Em," Cooed the younger woman and hurriedly hugged the noirette tight, "I'll bring some next time I visit here, kay?"

"As much as Emily and I would love to chat more with you, I believe there's a certain commander of ours who'll get grumpy if he doesn't ear his lunch," Rossi remarked as he took note of the rather tight-lipped expression that Hotch was wearing; Emily smirked as well once she broke off the hug and took a good look at their unit chief, "You're right, Rossi. It seems like they might even need to be put down for a nap."

Y/N waited until the two were out of the room before placing the lunch bag on his desk, making way to where Aaron was and sat comfortably on his lap, lacing her arms around his neck as she wondered, "Did you guys get a new team member?"

"What makes you say that, sweetheart?" Aaron questioned back as he busied himself with stroking her cheek as he kissed her nose before landing a sweet kiss on her lips.

"Dave was talking about a commander, do you have an army teammate?" Her cute head tilt made it hard for the unit chief to explain what Rossi really meant. Instead, he went along with her understanding by agreeing, "No, sweetheart. But wanna know a secret?"

Her cute gasp as she nodded excitedly, prompted him to reveal, "Sometime I don't really understand what Dave says. We all just go with what he says and make him think he's making sense."

Smacking his shoulder slightly, she reprimanded him, "That's mean, Aar. You be nice to Dave! Or else he won't make me anymore of his delicious lasagna." Leaning forward to press a kiss on her glossed up pout and chuckles at her, "Well don't worry, I will cook all the meals you will ever crave for."

"You are a great cook," She pondered for a bit before her eyes drifted over to the lunch bag she had carried with her, perking up in excitement as she remembers, "Oh! I brought you lunch! I made a it all healthy like you want, with produce, filer, and gains!"

As she was opening the covers of the tupperware, Hotch nodded to himself as he understood better what she was trying to convey, "Protein, fibre, and grains," He listed as he saw the chicken, eggs, banana, grapes, and some nuts. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble, sweetheart," He said, with a voice full of love as he placed a chaste kiss on her cheek.

Shaking her head as if what he said was absurd and lifting the forkful of food by his mouth, cupping her free hand underneath the fork in case some food fell off, "But I really wanted to see you, and I knew you didn't pack any lunch with you. Plus, you always cook for me and I wanted to return the favor, you know?"

Taking the bite she had prepared for him, he hummed appreciatingly as he smiled up at her, "I'll forever be grateful for this, sweetheart. It's been a while since I had a pretty girl bring and feed me lunch."

Giggling as she scooped some of the eggs and brought it to her mouth, "Just say the word and I can make this an everyday arrangement! Oh, would you need a personal assistant, Aar?"

"And no, I don't think I need one. Besides, I'd love it more if you busied yourself with your designs, sweet."

"Oh! Speaking of my designs, I worked on more today! I came up with this dress that comes down mid thigh and it has this Venus cut on the shoulders. Though for a while I struggled because I wasn't sure if I wanted the design to be simple sparkles to look like stars or have like embroidered flowers on it," It was apparent on her satisfied smile as she fed him more chicken that she was immensely proud of the result, "Can't wait to show you what it looks like once I've made it!"

"I can't wait to see it either. Maybe you can give me a fashion show hm?" Rubbing her back to settle her pent up excitement.

"Well maybe not right away, I have these shoes in mind that I wanna buy that will tie up the whole look."

As he was fed another bite, Aaron felt around for his wallet before speaking, "Why don't you take my card when you buy it?" Scoffing in mock offense, she shook her head and feed him another spoonful as if to silence him from making more silly suggestions, "Well excuse me for wanting to use my hard-earned money. You can't be the only one who will do all the spoiling of me. Or for me," She pouts as she looked up at him, "You do know what I mean, right?"

"I always do, sweetheart," He reassures which brings out a bright, toothy smile from her.

From there on out, Hotch filled her up on what the latest happenings within the team are — he of course left out the gruesome details of the cases are, but instead what the latest life updates of team members. And in return, she shared memorable interactions with her customers.

While he was recalling how Spencer pulled a prank on Derek with the help of Blake, Hotch's keen eye noticed that Y/N was scooping eggs but instead of feeding it to him, she fed it to herself.

"Hey! I thought those eggs were for me?" He jokingly scolded her when the bite of eggs went to her; as if to make up for it she gave him a big serving of the eggs before answering his question, "Well it's because I had such a busy day, Aar! I cleaned the apartment, cooked food, and I worked on some more designs!" She laid her head on his shoulder as she passed the fork to him — which allowed the unit chief to this time feed for himself as he noticed that the exhaustion of her day's activities was catching up on Y/N. "So ready for a nap, Aar."

"Yeah? Your tummy's all full so you're ready for a nap now?" While his voice was teasing her , Y/N did not register it as such and instead took it as concern for her well-being. Snuggling further into his neck while her hand busied itself by rubbing his chest lovingly, spreading warmth on his entire being.

"Can I go lay on your chest? Wanna stay with you while I nap," She was a hundred percent sure that he would give in but Hotch knew that if she did let him lay on him like this that one, work that needed to be done that day would not get accomplished which means more time not spent with Y/N and Jack. And second, it would be likely that a team member will barge in and poke at him for letting his guard down.

Against his will, he shook his head as he lifted her body in his strong arms — he smiled to himself upon feeling her snuggle close — and laid her on his office couch, he draped her with the soft, faux fur blanket her purchased after her first visit into his office and she made some comment about what will keep him warm while he works and she was not there to snuggle him.

"I won't take more than two hours and then we're out of here, okay?"

"Mmkay, I'm just gonna nap here, Aarbear. Wake me up when it's time for us to go, okay?" She immediately nuzzled herself into the blanket, leaning against his soft lips when he pecked her cheek softly.

"Sleep well, sweetheart," He muttered softly before promptly returning back to his desk; now motivated more than ever to brisk through this mountain of paperwork if he had any desire of spending his time with her and Jack for the evening like they had originally planned.

It wasn't until twenty minutes in when he had the expected visitor that took place in the form of Derek Morgan. Polite knocks followed by him entering the office, the Chicago native smirked as he spotted the sleeping form of his boss' girlfriend. "I see you got yourself a sleeping beauty," He remarked as he placed the files on the desk.

"Don't worry, I'll wake her up with a kiss before we leave," Hotch joked as he thanked him for the files he got accomplished. Taken aback with how he cracked a joke on his own, Derek replicated his chuckle and said, "Honestly though, Hotch, she's really good for you."

Putting the pen down as he took in his words and stared lovingly at her, "Not only that, but I she is the one for me, Morgan."

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smackdownhotel · 1 year

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Today’s yogurt

PB&J compass 🧭 crunch

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justalittlesolarpunk · 6 months

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Sorry not sorry to grannypost again but look at this amazing jacket she made me??? She wove it herself on her loom out of wool, silk, banana fibre and scraps of old cloth. The buttons are made of antler. It took her a year and a half and I love it! It’s not vegan, but it is handmade, largely local and very sustainable. It’s an item of clothing I have a personal connection to because of the story behind it, and it shows that reducing how much cotton and polyester we wear doesn’t have to mean drab or boring clothing. So it feels pretty solarpunk to me! Now to learn how to do this kind of thing myself…

#solarpunk #hopepunk #environmentalism #cottagepunk #social justice #community #optimism #bright future #climate justice #fibre arts #weaving #wool #sustainable fashion #handmade clothes #textiles #textile arts #woollen clothing

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gemsofgreece · 24 days

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How to follow a Mediterranean Greek diet

The Mediterranean diet naturally expands throughout the coastal countries of South Europe, North Africa and the Middle East but there are some small differences between their cuisines. So here I am writing specifically about the Greek version of the Mediterranean diet, known for its delicious, natural flavours and its significant health benefits.

Eat daily:

Olive oil: the pillar, the liquid green gold of the Mediterranean Greek diet. Olive oil should be used ideally exclusively for all purposes. It's dressing salads, it's used in cooking and in fact it's traditionally what is used in frying too. Replace all types of oils, butter and margarine with olive oil even when making pastries. The only problem here is that outside of the Mediterranean basin olive oil can be pricey, however that's the foundation the diet is based on. If you are interested in following the traditional Greek diet for taste or health purposes, it is good to really incorporate olive oil in your daily cooking. If it’s not possible to afford buying olive oil all the time (although you could balance it out by not buying other oils and butter), a non-Greek-typical but equivalent alternative could be avocado oil. However, I doubt avocado oil or any other oil can remotely compare to olive oil in health properties, taste or in any other positive quality 🫒

Vinegar: Just like olive oil, vinegar is a very important ingredient and is also used in natural remedies However, it can hurt a sensitive GI tract if consumed in large portions. A little bit of it added to meals frequently is very healthy. Apple cider vinegar is also very loved and used in salads often 🍇

Vegetables: no portion can be too much (wild greens, garlic, onions, cauliflowers, cucumbers, eggplants, beets, peppers, spinach, artichokes, zucchini, peas, lettuce, the list never ends). Tomatoes and broccoli are recent additions to the Greek diet however they were integrated perfectly to the Greek cuisine. In general, all vegetables can be enjoyed freely with some moderation in the potatoes, especially when fried 🥗

Fruits: grapes, berries, apples, melons, cherries, figs, prunes, sour cherries, peaches, pomegranates are the most historically loved fruits in the Greek diet. Since the middle ages citruses like the orange, the lemon and the mandarin are more and more loved. Greeks nowadays use lemon almost more than vinegar and both have become integral components of the Greek diet. Obviously, tropical fruits like, say, banana, mango, grapefruit are not present in the traditional Greek diet, however all fruits are good fruits and you can enjoy them freely 🍎

Legumes. Eat freely to the tolerance of your body. Legumes can be too heavy for some GI tracts. Legumes are a great source of protein and fibre. Choose brown lentils, white beans, fava beans, chickpeas, giant beans and black eyed peas the most 🫘

Nuts, seeds: almonds, walnuts, sunflower seeds, peanuts etc. Eat as much as your body can take, because everybody is different 🥜

Mushrooms: mushroom it up! A great healthy way to have them is grilled with herbs and plain or apple cider vinegar dressing 🍄‍🟫

Whole grains: this is the traditional way to eat grains. Brown bread, oats, whole wheat pasta 🌾

Fish and seafood: find and eat them fresh. Instead of buying them deep frozen from the big markets, find local fish stores if your place is coastal and has them. Eat both large but especially small and medium sized fish. Some fish like salmon and tuna should ideally not be consumed daily due to their high levels of mercury and fats 🐟🎣🍤

Herbs and spices. Feel free to use as much as you want however if you are interested also in the flavours of the Greek diet besides the health benefits, a tip is that Greek dishes do not contain extremely hot spices 🌿

Water: A lot of water daily and, mind you, plain clear mineral water. No flavoured water, definitely not sparkling water and ideally no other liquids in place of the water. I mean, sure you can have liquids but you should ALSO have plain water 💧

Eat a few times per week:

Poultry: Poultry and lean meats entered the Greek cuisine mostly after the Middle Ages however they are nowadays enjoyed as part of the Greek Mediterranean diet because they are tasty and healthier than other types of meat. Chicken has become especially popular in the Greek cuisine. Other birds are the pheasant, the quail, the turkey and more sparsely the duck 🍗

Eggs: eggs are healthy and should be consumed a few times per week but not daily because they can cause a rise in cholesterol levels 🥚

Dairy: Greeks LOVE dairy products, especially the various types of cheese, however they are often irritating to the GI tract and they are linked with rises in the level of inflammation in the body. This is why you should ideally limit them to a few times per week. One exception is the yoghurt, which is fermented and can be perhaps consumed more frequently due to its beneficial properties. Important note: if you want to follow the Greek diet, you should ideally opt for milk and other dairy products from goats and sheep! Cow milk is not traditionally used in the Greek cuisine often and sheep and goat milk are significantly healthier and more nutritious. The only drawback is the stronger smell, however if you can get past that, it is strongly advised to switch to those instead of cow milk. Another note: what is known as “Greek yoghurt” in western countries is not in fact a true Greek yoghurt. What you call Greek yoghurt is to us simply a strained yoghurt, a yoghurt from which the whey has been removed. Sometimes in western markets (and in Greek “modern” dessert yoghurt products) butterfat and powdermilk is added to them and they are mostly made of cow’s milk. Again, a traditional Greek yoghurt is made of sheep, goat milk or a mix of both and is unstrained. It also has a trademark thickened skin on its top (dunno if this is the actual term lol) which is in fact the part of the yoghurt that contains the most nutrients and personally it’s the tastiest part of the yoghurt but apparently it is not for everyone. As an example, a study showed that an unstrained sheep yoghurt has more protein, more omega-3 fatty acids and minerals yet fewer calories and fats than a strained cow yoghurt 🍦🧀

Wine: in small portions, like a small glass up to a few times per week and always in combination with your meal. You don’t drink it to get hammered, you drink it for the health benefits it has in very moderate quantities and for the reasonable mild euphoria it causes before it becomes harmful. The GI tract is linked to the brain and is detrimentally influenced by negative emotions. This is why it is important to try to be in a good mood, relaxed and peaceful when you sit down to eat. A sip of wine now and then can be good for that 🍷

Eat once per week or ideally less:

Red meat like pork or beef. In fact, beef should be the one most avoided not only because it is indeed the rarest of the common meats used in traditional Greek cuisine but also because you can’t separate the fat from the meat as easily as with pork. To follow the Greek style in a healthy way opt for goat, then lamb or pork and make beef your most occasional meat dish 🥩

Processed meats should be eaten rarely. If you are in a mood for it though, opt for Greek style sausages with herbs in or bacon at most. Cured meats like ham are better to be avoided but turkey is the healthiest of them. They are not a part of a traditional Greek cuisine though.

Refined grains can be enjoyed weekly but should not replace whole grains

Pastries. What’s new, pastries are not ideal for health. However, if you are yearning for something sweet, if you want to keep it healthy as much as possible in the “Greek way”, opt for desserts made of healthy ingredients like honey, nuts, olive oil and fruits. Chocolate came to Greece in the 19th century, however it has become an integral part of confectionery since then. Opt ideally for dark chocolate, combined with nuts or fruits such as oranges and prunes. Greeks especially love chocolate combined with nuts.

Soft and sugary drinks. Avoid them overall, especially the processed products in the markets. If you need a sweet drink really bad, you can keep it traditional by making your own sweet lemonade, sour cherry, pomegranate etc drink at home. You could also enjoy small quantities of lemon or mastic liquors which are good for digestion.

BONUS TIPS & PHILOSOPHY:

Try to find mastic if it’s available where you live. The mastic is a resin produced from the mastic tree, a species endemic to the Greek island of Chios and a small part of the opposite coast of Turkey. It has numerous beneficial properties, especially for digestion and gut health, and it combines them with a very pleasant fresh and sweet flavour. You can find it in gums that boost digestion, in drinks, in pastries and even in non-edible products like toothpastes. Learn about it and give it a try, no matter if you are interested in following Greek diet or not.

Greek cuisine does not go berserk on as many ingredients as possible (however Greeks typically add more ingredients than, say, Italians and perhaps fewer than the Middle Easterners). Don’t worry about adding as many foods and nutrients in one single dish. The most important thing in Greek cuisine philosophy is to pick the finest ingredients. Avoid deep frozen or precooked and processed ingredients. Pick whole fruits and vegetables from your local small grocery store. For example, don’t buy a watermelon slice in a zelatin bag from the supermarket. Take the whole freaking watermelon home. You heard me right. It’s heavy, yes, but you would be surprised how much tastier and healthier it is this way. Go to the butcher for meat. Go to the specific cheese shop for cheese. Go to the fisherman for fish and seafood. Go to the pastry shop and get a nice dessert instead of buying candies from the market.

Remember that in moderation you can eat most of the foods you desire, especially if they are not processed foods. There is nothing about the Greek diet that is restrictive in terms of its philosophy - historically the intake of various foods was regulated only based on availability and price. There are no foods you should limit due to any perception of them being “bad” and you should never feel guilty the moment you are actually having the food. Just work slowly and progressively by building gradual appreciation for healthy foods and prize less nutritious foods as occasional taste bud rewards.

As said above, a good mood is crucial when you sit down to eat. In the history of the Greek society this translated into eating with friends and / or family, maybe with the occasional sip of wine, ideally in a pleasant environment and always taking your time with your food. If some of these are less feasible than others, try alternatively to improve the setting in which you eat, to eat in an environment that calms you down. Schedule your meal so that you won’t eat in anxiety or hurry, if this is possible. Think of pleasant memories and feel grateful for your food. Cheers! Or, you know, εις υγείαν!

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softsoundingsea · 3 months

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Ryukyu Clothing (Ryusou/Uchinaasugai - "Kimono")

PSA: I am not a professional dresser or historian and finding this information is more of a cultural hobby. Please correct me if you see any discrepancies.

From a Ryukyuan-language standpoint, I don't think it's appropriate for Ryukyuan clothing to be called "Kimono" because it isn't Japanese. The general term meant to talk about Okinawan clothing in the Ryukyuan Kingdom context is 琉装 (Ryusou in Japanese/Uchinaasugai ウチナースガイ in Uchinaaguchi). I'm calling it "Kimono" here because it's the most easily understandable. Additionally, this post will not include textiles from the Amami or Ishigaki region and focuses on Uchinaa.

Most Ryukyuan clothing is made for the weather of the region, which can be more humid and hot than Japan. Sadly, if there was record of Ryukyuan clothing before the Kingdom era, it's lost to history. Being a region of trade, a lot of clothing takes inspiration from the many cultures and countries the Ryukyus were in contact with (Southeast Asia, East Asia). Textiles that included Bingata, Kasuri, Silk, or Patterns were for those of upper classes.

I think the most well known style of Ryusou is the one that incorporates a Bingata robe over ウシンチー (Ushinchii). The robes were made of silk and was usually worn by the upperclass citizens in the Ryukyu Kingdom. They tend to have larger sleeves for air. It also tends to fit "loose" since it's very easy to sweat in the region. For men and women formal attire consists of a two-piece outer garment worn over an underwear garment.

ウシンチー　Ushinchi

Below is an example of me being dressed in a ウシンチー (Ushinchii) style, which as you can see in this situation the ウシン (Ushin) sash is small. Doesn't always incorporate Kasuri, sometimes it's a solid color. Sometimes it will incorporate other Ryukyuan style clothing.

This is a more formal style of dress but this is an example of one look when they are paired together.

ドゥジン & カカン Duujin and Kakan

There are other clothes for women like one worn by court ladies that are "two pieces" likeドゥジン (Upper piece) and カカン (skirt). They can also have a Bingata robe worn over it. I believe the Kakan is inspired by the Hanfu and Mamianqun.

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ハチマキ Hachimaki

For formal wear for men in upper classes, the clothes tend to be more simple. They wear a ハチマキ (Hachimaki) which is a hat meant to denote your rank. Men also would tend to wear thicker sashes or obi than women.

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芭蕉布 Bashofu

For common people, I don't know what the name for the attire would be but it was made of Bashofu (banana fibre). Now the textile is quite rare and sought after but before the war, it was commonplace to wear and typically worn much shorter than a Japanese kimono (around the shins). It was a relatively breathable fabric and the sleeves are more like open sleeves than what a kimono is like.

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There are more names, terms, and history that I need to learn but thank you for reading this.

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twohearts-hs · 2 months

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Always & Forever Fifteen - Marshall Mathers x Reader Series

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Pairings: Marshall Mathers x Fem!Reader Series

Synopsis: They loved each other with every fibre and being. They knew that they were meant to be together, but it seemed like every obstacle came in the way. She was twenty-one, he was forty and they knew that it would be hard. Therefore, they promised forever and always as they were meant to be together despite every turmoil that came their way.

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, Arguments & Angst.

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Hope you enjoy :)

When the morning came, Marshall made Y/N breakfast and packed her a coffee as she got ready. She left her bag with Marshall so he would bring it to the studio for her to pick up later rather than walking around the campus with it.

Mondays were her least favourite day. She had an 8:30 class with Dr. Beau on the High Renaissance followed up by her sexuality art class. Therefore, the couple were up at seven in the morning and Y/N had to wake up Marshall as he refused.

“I don’t need to be at the studio till noon,” he said.

“Yes, I understand but I have to be at my eight-thirty class and you agreed to drive me.”

“Then let me sleep for another hour and I will drive you,” he responded but a kiss was delivered to his cheek. “You said you would make me breakfast.”

“Ugh,” he whispered. “Why did you stay over last night if you had to wake up at seven plus we were fucking till like midnight,” he complained, grabbing a pillow and pushing her with it.

“Marshall. If you don’t want to make me breakfast, I will grab a coffee and a protein bar,” she argued getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom.

“That’s not enough, Y/N.”

“I will get like a banana bread or a lemon loaf on campus. Maybe I will ask Hailie to have a coffee at the library.”

He hummed. “That sounds nice. However, when does your class end?”

“10!” she said over the noise of the shower.

“When’s your next one?”

“10:30 till noon.”

“So you won’t get to that banana bread till noon then?” he cooed. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

Y/N appeared in front of him naked with a brow raised. “Stop daddying me. Sleep for another fifteen and then we can make breakfast.”

He chuckled. “Nope,” he stated, rolling out of bed, “seeing you like that means I am joining you for a shower.”

Y/N rolled her eyes.

Marshall dropped Y/N off at campus before going for a run and hitting his home gym for a few hours. Y/N went to class and she texted Hailie about having a coffee and a cake around noon which she agreed to do.

Y/N pushed open the library walking to the coffee shop that lived in it. She spotted the beautiful brunette who was stirring her latte. Y/N sent her a quick wave before walking over to the counter to order herself a coffee and a banana bread. She settled down across from Hailie in the small, cosy coffee shop on campus as the rain fell. It was spring after all. The air was filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of students chatting around them. Y/N took a sip of her latte, savouring the warmth and smiled at Hailie who was stirring sugar into her mug.

“I like that shirt on you and your hair like that,” Y/N complimented. “You’re always pretty but-“

She grinned. “Thanks. I have always been jealous of your eyes and freckles, Y/N.”

“Thanks.”

“I can see what Dad sees in you.”

Y/N smiled and nodded. “Honestly, I don’t know what he sees but I feel honoured that he sees something.”

“Stop. You’re gorgeous.”

“I know but when someone that perfect for me likes me… it's like how did I deserve this, ya know?”

She agreed before changing the subject. “How is the art show coming?”

Y/N’s face lit up. “Good! I am just finalising a few pieces. I have to submit my stuff tomorrow. Which means I take the train downtown with all my art.”

“Dad will drive you.”

Y/N sighed. “I would ask but he is adamant that this week is studio week to get the Marshall Mathers LP2 done.”

“Is that what he is naming it?”

Y/N nodded.

“Well,” she stated sipping her mug, “I am so excited about the show. Prosecco going around and finger food. Art critiques and artists… sounds like an episode of Sex and The City. You’re living the Charlotte York lifestyle.”

“And you?” Y/N hummed. “Which character are you?”

“Miranda.”

“Well, as much as Charlotte York is great. I am more of Carrie Bradshaw…with my Mr. Big.”

“Meaning?”

Y/N debated how to tell her but then decided. “Your dad says I can’t talk about this, but you know how Carrie got with Big and they were like meant to be?”

She nodded.

“Then conflicts got in the way, opportunities came so they had to separate?”

Hailie slowly nodded, brow raised.

“I am going to Columbia. I accepted today. Marshall knows and we have agreed to do long distance to try and then maybe get back together-“

“You’re breaking up?”

“No,” Y/N rushed. “We are Carrie and Big. We are meant to be. We will always remain best friends and when we are in each other towns we will see each other, have a passionate night and then meet again when the time works,” Y/N stated. “Hailie, I have to go to Columbia. It’s my destiny.”

“Dad loves you though. He wants his life with you. He talks like you put the stars in the sky and the answer to all his problems,” she said with a worried tone.

Y/N smiled at Hailie, trying to convey her certainty. “I know he does, and I love him too. That’s why this is so hard. But he understands how important this is for me. It’s my dream.”

Hailie looked down at her coffee, her expression conflicted. “I get it, Y/N. I really do. But it’s going to be hard for him. You’ve become such a big part of his life.”

Y/N reached out across the table and took Hailie’s hand, squeezing it gently. “I know. And it’s going to be hard for me too. But we’ll make it work. We’ve talked about it, and we’ve both committed to trying. Besides, it’s only two years. We can handle it. He is my Mr. Big and I am his Carrie Bradshaw. It will be us in the end.”

Hailie sighed, nodding slowly. “Ok, I trust you. I trust Dad. I just don’t want to see either of you get hurt.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a rush of gratitude. “Thanks, Hailie. That means a lot to me. I promise we’ll be ok. And I’ll always be here for you too. You can come visit me in New York City.”

Hailie smiled back, her eyes softening. “Thanks, Y/N. You’re like family to me.”

Y/N felt a lump in her throat and blinked back tears. “You’re my family. All of you are, lovely.”

They sat in companionable silence for a moment, sipping their coffee and letting the conversation settle. Y/N asked about classes, about her dating life and her life in the dorms. There was a sense of calm washed over both of them knowing they support one another. Y/N just hoped that Marshall would handle the distance and that their relationship would come out stronger on the other side.

After finishing their coffee, Y/N glanced at her watch. “I have one more class before I head to the studio. Marshall is recording today, and he wants me there.”

Hailie nodded, standing up and gathering her things. “Give him a hug from me,” she said with a smile.

“I will,” Y/N promised, giving Hailie a quick hug before they went their separate ways. Y/N went to her medieval art through the ages class before heading to the studio. The bus ride was not too bad. However, she could not help but feel a bit relieved with telling Hailie, but she knew that Marshall wanted to wait a little longer. This was her news, her announcement and even though it did evolve Marshall, it was her journey.

Y/N pushed open the heavy door to the studio, the familiar hum of equipment and faint smell of coffee welcomed her. She made her way down the narrow hallway, her footsteps echoing softly against the soundproof walls. Today was just another day of work, but something about it felt different.

As she approached the vocal booth, she could hear a rapid-fire stream of words and beats emanating from inside. Curious, she peeked through the small window and saw Marshall, completely engrossed in his performance. He was freestyling – no notebook in front of him – his words flowing effortlessly in a torrent of rhythm and emotion. She had never seen him like this before – so raw and so powerful.

Marshall’s eyes closed, his hands gesturing wildly as he rapped. His face was a picture of concentration and passion, every line delivered with precision and intensity. He was in his element, and it was mesmerising to watch. Y/N found herself captivated, unable to look away.

She slipped into the control room, where Paul was adjusting levels on the mixing console. He glanced up and gave her a nod, motioning for her to join him. Y/N quietly took a seat beside Paul, her eyes never leaving Marshall.

“He’s been at it for hours,” Paul whispered, a hint of admiration in his words. “Just gets in the zone and goes. Listen…”

Y/N nodded, her heart swelling with pride and awe. She had always known Marshall was talented…she grew up on him but seeing him like this – completely lost in his craft – was something else entirely. It was as if he was revealing a part of himself that few got to see.

The song built to its climax, Marshall’s voice rising and falling with the beat. Y/N felt chills run down her spine as he delivered the final verses with ferocity. That left her breathless. When he finally stopped, there was a moment of silence, the room still vibrating with the energy of his performance.

Marshall opened his eyes and looked around, his gaze landing on Y/N. A slow smile spread across his face, and he gave her a nod of acknowledgement. Y/N felt a rush of warmth, her cheeks flushing as she smiled back.

Paul pressed a button on the console, speaking into the microphone that fed into the booth. “That was incredible, man. Take a break, you’ve earned it. Your girl is here.”

Marshall nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow as he stepped out of the booth. Y/N stood up, meeting him halfway. He looked different – alive, vibrant, almost glowing with the afterglow of his performance.

“That was amazing. What is it called?” she asked softly, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

“Thanks, doll,” he replied, his smile widening. “Um,” he took a moment and looked at Paul, “Rap God.”

Y/N reached out and touched his arm, her eyes locked onto his. “You’re really something else, you know that?”

Marshall chuckled, his hand covering hers for a moment. “So are you,” he whispered, voice low and sincere. “How was your day? Did you meet with Hailie?”

“I did. We talked…I told her about Columbia as it just came out…”

“You haven’t accepted so I don’t understand-“

“I did. I put money down this morning. It is happening.”

Marshall’s face fell and he slowly nodded. “Right, Columbia is happening. You’re moving to New York City?”

“I am, but-“

“So, you told Hailie that you accepted before me? My own daughter…she isn’t your daughter. You're not her step parent,” he stated. “Why would you tell her over me first? We are in a relationship. Two ways communication.”

Y/N felt a pang of guilt before she realises it is not her fault. She reached for his hand, but for the first time, he pulled away his eyes reflecting a hurt and emotion.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped. However, this is my story-“

“No, it’s our story.”

“Marshall,” she whispered, “I am going. A wise woman once said don’t let boyfriends get in the way of dreams. However, we are in a partnership. We are one. This may be our story, but this is my life. I will be moving, and I still welcome you in my life.”

He nodded and then looked at Paul, completely ignoring her. “How was the track?”

Paul gave him a thumbs up. “Best in a long time.”

“I know. That’s a good track. Let’s add it to the album,” Marshall said, sitting down and cracking a Red Bull. Y/N stood awkwardly corner before Marshall turned and patted his lap. “Sit.”

Y/N sat down on his lap. She glanced in his eyes for any sign of warmth she usually found there, but his expression remained guarded. She felt a known tightening in her stomach, realising how deeply her news had affected him.

He had to get over it.

Marshall turned to Paul. “Paul, we need to talk about something else. I’m going to Y/N’s art show in a week. I’m her date. My daughters will be there too.”

Paul raised a brow, intrigued. “An art show? That is not your usual scene, man.”

Marshall nodded; his tone more business-like. “Yeah, it’s important to her. I want to be there for her, and support her. But we need to control the publicity and media. Last thing we need is a circus and chaos.”

Paul leaned back in his chair, considering all of this. “Alright, we can handle that. I’ll coordinate with security and make sure everything is discreet. We don’t want distractions. However, are you ready to go public?”

“Yes,” Y/N said.

“No,” Marshall responded.

They looked at each other and both were hurt in the eyes.

Paul took Marshall’s words. “Then don’t be her date. Just come with your daughters separately and then talk to Y/N about her art. No touching or being affectionate.”

Y/N’s heart panged a little and she looked at Marshall who nodded. Y/N was hurt but she understood.

“Keep it low-key,” Paul said, “Both of you and the whole thing will be low-key.”

Y/N felt like a child being told off by her parent. She felt scolded…in trouble and that their relationship was wrong. However, she kept her silence. It was her show and she wanted to be there with her boyfriend whom she loves.

Marshall turned to look at Y/N. “Thanks, Paul. Y/N, we will talk about Columbia later. Right now, let’s focus on this art show and making it perfect for you,” he said pressing a kiss to her cheek.

He tapped on Y/N��s thighs, and she got up and sat somewhere else as he walked back into the booth. Y/N pulled her computer out and began working on an essay.

Y/N stood in front of Marshall in his bedroom. Five outfits were laid out next to him as he sat on the bed. She was trying her third out of the eight. This one was a skirt with a vest, but Marshall shook his head.

They were figuring out what to wear to the art show. The show was in three hours and Marshall sat there.

“It’s too geeky,” he said.

Y/N rolled her eyes and picked up another outfit. A babydoll pink dress. She stripped and tried it on.

“Too sexy,” he smirked. “Like it goes to your mid-thighs. I can see your ass when you bend over. I like the colour though.”

Y/N tried on all eight outfits and Marshall had comment on every single one of them. Nothing was perfect and she was losing her mind. Y/N sat on the bed, naked in her bra and underwear. “I don’t know. I need an outfit. Like I need something good. I need something professional and elegant that screamed artist with a whole future in front of her.”

Marshall smirked standing up and walking to her closet.

“I am not wearing your clothes,” she said as she sat on the bed in despair.

“Well,” he began, “I saw this and I thought of you.”

Marshall pulled out black dress pants and a sleeveless blazer that buttoned up. Y/N instantly walked towards it. It was elegant, classy and professional.

“Marshall…”

“It’s Dior.”

“No,” she whispered in disbelief. Eyes focused on the material as her heart broke. “Dior?” He nodded. “No, you did not spend the money,” she whispered. “Dior? Dior-Dior?”

Y/N could not believe it as he handed it to her.

“It’s your first show. You deserve this. I will buy you every outfit for your next hundreds of shows as I believe you.”

Her heart was pumping with so much excitement as her fingers touched the fabric.

“I can pay-“

“Nope. Try it on.”

He handed her the outfit and instantly Y/N pulled it on and was speechless. It was perfect. It was everything was wanted and more. She stood in front of the wall length mirror. She just needed shoes.

“Shoes,” she whispered more to herself as she ran to her bag.

It cut just above the beginning of her breasts, her whole chest on display.

“Y/N. I thought this out.”

He handed her two more bags.

“Marshall,” she whispered, “no. No, no, no. no.”

“Yes. Now enjoy. Please.”

She found black with black Christian Louboutin’s in the bag in her shoe size and in the other, a bold choker chain.

The outfit was coming together, and Y/N pressed a million kisses to Marshall’s lips.

“You have to promise me I can fuck you in those shoes tonight, though?” he remarked.

“Deal.”

Y/N stood in front of the mirror in her outfit and her heart melted. She was beautiful, she was grace, elegance and wisdom. She was art.

“My hair will go into a low bun with some eyeliner,” she rambled as she walked around. Then she stopped. “What the fuck are you wearing?”

He chuckled. “I got it covered, babe. I will wear some jeans-“

“Jeans!”

“Business pants,” he corrected. “Wait I don’t own those.” Then he chuckled. “I will wear something like black cargo pants, black tee and my leather jacket. Maybe some red sneakers and a hat.”

She nodded. That is the closet she will get him to dress up and she accepted it. Y/N ran to the bathroom and did her hair and make-up.

Marshall dressed and came into the bathroom. “We will take separate cars, ok? You go first and I will meet you there,” he stated as he stood behind her leaning to kiss her cheek.

Y/N nodded. “And the girls?”

“With me.”

She agreed.

Y/N got out of the car, standing on the carpet as cameras flashed. She spotted Dr. James Beau ahead of her and she wandered up to him. Hand on his lower back as she leaned into him.

“Dr. Beau,” she whispered, and he turned. He was in an Armani suit with his curls and glasses perched on his nose.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, pressing a kiss to her cheek. They turned to the cameras. Lights and flashes came as they posed. Y/N was gorgeous, she was beautiful and everything anyone dreamed of. “Are you excited?” he asked leaning in.

“Sure am. This is a huge part of my life tonight.” His hand snaked around her back which earned her to arch it. He was her professor. “My boyfriend and his daughters will be here soon,” she announced.

His hand dropped. “Boyfriend?” he questioned, confused.

“Yeah, my boyfriend. He is arriving separately. I love him a lot,” she mused.

Dr. Beau nodded, a smile fading as they went in.

Guests mingled, admiring the vibrant collection of diverse forms on display. Y/N stood near her artwork with Dr. Beau by her, dressed elegantly with a mixture of pride and nervousness flickering in her eyes. Her work, a series of mix media pieces, captured the beauty and uniqueness of human bodies, each telling its own story.

Marshall arrived with Alaina and Hailie – Stevie chose they were too young for this event. Light flickered and cameras flashed as the Eminem arrived to an art show…unspoken of. They all wanted to support Y/N.

Champagne and finger foods were on trays as waiters rushed around with it. It’s crazy to believe that less than a year ago Y/N was catering but now she was at her own event. She could not believe it. Marshall glanced around the gallery, a sense of pride swelling in his chest at seeing Y/N’s work showcased so beautifully. However, his eyes frequently darted to find the familiar face. He felt a pang of unease when he spotted a man holding Y/N.

Who the fuck was he?

Dr. Beau’s arm was wrapped around Y/N’s waist as they posed for pictures in front of her art. He leaned in a little too close to Marshall’s liking, whispering, “Y/N, this is truly remarkable. Your work is stunning,” he praised, voice smooth and genuine.

“Thank you, Dr. Beau. I couldn’t have done it without your guidance,” Y/N replied, eyes shining bright as she held his forearm, squeezing it.

“Who is that all over Y/N?” Hailie asked leaning into her dad.

“I don’t know, but I am going to find out.”

“She looks so beautiful,” Alaina said.

Marshall clenched his jaw as he watched the interaction. He made his way through the crowd, remaining composed. He got to Y/N and instantly grabbed her hand, pulling her into him. “Hey, doll,” he greeted, pressing a kiss to her cheek and slipping an arm around her waist possessively. “Everything looks amazing.”

Y/N looked up to her boyfriend’s eyes wanting him to lean down and kiss her. However, Paul’s words echoed lowkey. She melted into Marshall’s arms turning to look at her professor.

“Dr. James Beau, this is my boyfriend, Marshall Mathers.”

Dr. Beau turned to face Marshall, a glimmer of recognition crossing his features. “Marshall Mathers?” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of surprise and awe. “Like The Eminem?”

Marshall smirked, his demeanour shifting slightly as he tightened his grip around Y/N. “Guilty as charged,” he replied casually, his tone tinged with amusement.

Y/N glanced between the two men, sensing the subtle tension in the air. She squeezed Marshall’s hand gently urging him to remain calm. This was not the first time someone had recognised him unexpectedly, but it always added a layer of complexity to any situation.

“I’m a huge fan,” Dr. Beau admitted, his professional demeanour momentarily faltering. “Your music has been…transformative, eye-opening and inspiring. I grew up with you.”

“Thanks,” Marshall replied with a nod, his gaze never leaving Dr. Beau’s. Despite the compliment his stance remained protective around Y/N, a silence declaration of his presence.

Y/N interjected, attempting to ease the moment. “Dr. Beau, Marshall’s been incredibly supportive of my art. He’s here tonight to celebrate with me,” she said, smiling warmly at Marshall.

Dr. Beau nodded, though his gaze lingered on Marshall with newfound interest. “Of course,” he replied, regaining his composure. “Congratulations, Y/N. Your talent is undeniable. Michelangelo would be in awe.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said graciously, feeling Marshall’s hand relax slightly against her.

As the conversation continued, Marshall’s maintained a polite demeanour, though his protective stance softened as Dr. Beau and Y/N discussed her artwork. Deep down, he could not shake the feeling of being scrutinized, not just as a boyfriend but as Marshall Mathers, the public figure. Yet, seeing Y/N’s happiness and pride in her achievements gave him a sense of grounding amidst the whirlwind of attention.

Marshall wandered off to get a Red Bull and Hailie and Alaina came up giving hugs and complimenting her artwork. Y/N had a few proseccos and talked mindlessly to them. Moments later, Dr. Beau came and leaned closer to Y/N, his expression earnest as he continued discussing her artwork.

Marshall across the way saw this…the way he touched her back, but Y/N pulled away and sent a sincere smile. She took his hand and placed it by his side. Good girl… However, he could not help but clench his jaw and observe their interaction, a flicker of insecurity surfacing despite his attempts to remain composed. His protective instincts heightened, especially when he noticed Dr. Beau’s lingering touch on her lower back…so close to her ass.

Y/N, who was oblivious to Marshall’s internal struggle, smiled warmly at Dr. Beau’s compliments. “Thank you so much, Dr. Beau. Your guidance has been invaluable.”

Marshall came back, clearing his throat subtly before he took Y/N’s forearm, pulling her to his side and wrapping his arm around her possessively. “Y/N, can I steal you for a moment?” he interjected, his voice laced with a hint of tension.

Y/N turned to Marshall, noting the subtle change in his demeanour. She nodded, sensing his unease, and followed him to a corner away from people and Dr. Beau.

As they moved, Marshall lowered his voice, his gaze intense as he spoke directly to Y/N. “Do you mind if I have a word with you?”

“Sure,” Y/N replied softly, concern flickering in her eyes as she recognised the tension in Marshall’s voice.

Marshall stood in the corner, taking a deep breath, struggling to articulate his feelings. “Y/N, I…I…just don’t like the way he was getting close to you,” he admitted reluctantly, his words coming out rushed. “I know he is your professor and mentor…but.”

Y/N reached up, placing a comforting hand on Marshall’s chest. “Marshall, he’s just being supportive. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Marshall nodded; his expression conflicted. “I know, I just…can’t help feeling protective, especially when he’s like all over you.”

Y/N gently cupped Marshall’s face in her hands, her touch calming. “Hey,” she murmured softly, meeting his gaze reassurance. “I am with you. Nothing else matters. Ok?”

Marshall exhaled slowly, his shoulders relaxing slightly under Y/N’s touch. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice tinged with vulnerability. “I just needed to say it.”

Y/N leaned in, pressing a kiss to Marshall’s kiss, her gesture conveying understanding and affection. “I know,” she whispered against his lips, “thank you for being honest with me.”

They joined back to the crowd. Hailie and Alaina made their way over, their faces lighting up as they saw Y/N.

“Y/N, everything looks incredible!” Hailie exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration.

“Absolutely,” Alaina agreed. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

Y/N beamed at the sisters, grateful for their support. “Thank you both so much. It means a lot to have you here.”

Marshall stayed close, his hand resting on Y/N’s back as she began explaining her art to the girls and Marshall, a small group of attendees that had gathered around her.

“This series,” Y/N started, motioning to a set of vibrant mixed-media pieces, “is about the beauty and complexity of human bodies. Each piece tells a unique story through the layers and textures.”

Hailie leaned in, studying the artwork with genuine interest. “I love how each piece has so much depth. It’s like you can see the different emotions and experiences.”

Y/N nodded, smiling warmly. “Exactly. I wanted to capture the essence of individuality and the various experiences that shape us.”

As Y/N spoke, more people gathered around, intrigued by her explanations. Marshall remained by her side, his presence a steady reassurance. He watched with a mixture of pride and protectiveness as Y/N engaged with the crowd, her passion for her art shining through.

One attendee, a middle-aged woman with an air of sophistication, raised her hand slightly to get Y/N’s attention. “Your work is truly remarkable. Could you explain this piece more?”

She pointed to a striking piece featuring bold, abstract figures intertwined in dance of colours.

“Of course,” Y/N replied, her eyes lightening up. “This piece is inspired by the concept of connection. It’s about how our relationships and interactions with others can be both beautiful and complex. The colours represent the emotions we experience, and the abstract forms symbolize the fluid nature of human connections.”

The woman nodded, clearly impressed. “It’s fascinating. You’ve managed to convey such a profound message through your art. I want to buy it.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “What?”

“How much? I am a collector in New York City. I have a gallery. I want to buy your work.”

Marshall looked at Y/N who went wide-eyed. “It’s not for sale,” he stated.

“What? How come?” she asked. “It is beautiful.”

“Because I bought it,” he said.

Y/N looked between them and shook her head. “No, he is wrong. He bought a different piece,” she said. “How much would you like it for?”

“Fifteen grand”

Y/N swallowed and nodded her head. “Yes, of course. I can do that. Do you want anything else?”

The woman with a grey pixie cut pointed to one of two bodies. “That one.” It was bold with colour mixed with charcoal. “How about thirty for both?” Y/N said.

“Do you take a cheque?”

“Yes,” Y/N said.

She put her hand out, “I am Geneva Williams. Art Gallery owner and collector. Do you have a card?”

Y/N was bewildered. In astonishment. This was happening…

“Y/N Y/L/N and no I don’t have a card as I am new. I will make some, but I can give you my number. I am actually moving to New York City in August. I am a master’s student at Columbia.” Her eyes widened as she shook her hand. Smiling at Geneva.

“That’s amazing. I will grab your contact and we can stay in contact as I love your piece. Now tell me,” she began to walk to one, “what is this one?”

“Euphoria,” Y/N announced, “is about the orgasm of two partners. It’s the concept of connection. How a relationship interacts with others can be both beautiful and complex. The colours represent the emotions we experience, and the abstract forms symbolise the fluid nature of human connections.”

Geneva nodded, clearly impressed. “It’s fascinating. You’ve managed to convey such a profound message through your art. I want it. Three for forty grand.”

Y/N nodded, and Marshall watched however he was faced with the future in front of her. She was an artist and this was her art. She was priceless.

“Deal. Cheque is great.”

“I will pick them up at the end of the night.”

All Y/N could do was nod.

Dr. Beau came up and hugged Y/N. “You just sold three pieces for forty grand?” he exclaimed.

Y/N was speechless, looking at her boyfriend who had his hands in his pockets. He had no emotion on his face.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. “Holy fucking shit.”

“Congratulations, dear,” Dr. Beau said pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Y/N smiled and looked at her boyfriend who look unimpressed. What was his problem? He kicked the floor as he wrapped an arm around her and kissed the side of her cheek.

Y/N pulled away. “What’s your problem?”

“We will talk about this later.”

Great… She glared at him. What was his fucking problem? Why could he not be happy? She just sold pieces that she made for forty grand…Y/N was forty grand richer…She could buy an apartment. She could pay for a bit of her degree. She was…rich.

Y/N took his arm and pulled him into the disabled bathroom and locked the door. She pinched her nose and looked at him. She had four glasses of champagne tonight; it could be the newfound confidence from that but as she stared at her boyfriend…she was angry.

“Spit it out. Now!” she barked at him.

“It’s your night. Enjoy it,” he responded, dismissing her.

“Marshall,” she said with annoyance, “spit it now.”

He looked at her, seeing how serious she was and the anger that flowed through her.

“I feel like tonight is the cherry on top of the reminder I am losing you. You have a professor who is in love with you-“

“Nope. You have done this before and I won’t let you do it again. He is my mentor, my advisor, my director and most of all my part of my journey to success. He is out of the picture. What’s next?”

Marshall kicked the floor. “Selling your art.”

“Yeah, why the fuck did you say it was not for sale? Why the fuck would you interfere like that? This is an opportunity for me to forward myself!”

“She is in New York,” he said so casually, “she is a buyer in New York. You’re moving to New York, you will create more art and you will sell. She is taking you-“

“No,” she barked. “You do not get to steal the spotlight tonight, Mr. Mathers. Stick to fucking hip-hop and I will stick to art. You sell records, I sell art. Now shut the fuck up,” she spat with such a vicious tone. “Be happy for me that I am creating a name, a future, a reputation and a destiny for myself. I would do that for you, now do it for me or leave me because I cannot be with someone who thinks my limelight is going to shadow theirs. That my success will interfere with our happiness. Because I am moving away and I do not know what will happen to us but one thing for sure is I want this future and I don’t care if you’re in or not.”

Then she walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Marshall stood there in stunned silence, the sound of Y/N’s angry footsteps echoing in his ears as she stormed out of the bathroom. His heart raced with a mixture of guilt, frustration and a sinking feeling of having pushed too far. He leaned back against the cold tiled wall, running a hand through his hair as he tried to process everything that just transpired.

Her words rang through his ears: “Be happy for me…I want this future and I don’t care if you’re in it or not.” It hit him hard. Marshall knew he had overstepped, letting his insecurities and fears cloud his judgement. He never meant to diminish her success or dampen her moment, but he realised now how his action might have come across that way.

After a few months of gathering his thoughts, Marshall left the bathroom, his expression conflicted and regretful. He scanned the crowded gallery, searching for Y/N. When he finally spotted her across the room, surrounded by admirers and patrons, his heart sank even further. She looked radiant, and animated as she discussed her art, her passion evident in every gesture.

Approaching cautiously, Marshall waited for a break in the conversation before stepping closer to Y/N. His voice was quiet yet earnest as he spoke. “I am sorry.”

She nodded.

“I messed up back there. I let my own doubts get in the way and I shouldn’t have done that. Your success tonight is incredible, and I should have supported you wholeheartedly.”

Y/N listened; her gaze steady but still tinged with hurt. “Marshall,” she said as she pulled him to the side away from her art, “I want you part of my life, but I need you to understand that my career, my art, is crucial to me. It’s not about overshadowing anyone; it’s about pursuing what I love and what makes me fulfilled. My future…I am twenty-one, you’re forty. You’re successful and I am just getting started.”

Marshall nodded; regret etched on his features. “I know and I promise I’ll do better. I want to be there for you, to support you through all of this, no matter what.”

Y/N sighed softly, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. “I believe you,” she replied quietly. “But I need you to trust me too. Trust that I know what I’m doing, that I can handle myself.”

“Of course, I trust you,” he insisted. “I am just scared of the future.”

“The future is months away. Don’t ruin now out of fear.”

They stood there for a moment, silent but with a sense of understanding passing between them. The gallery buzzed around them, filled with chatter and admiration for Y/N’s art. Marshall took her hand gently, squeezing it.

“I am proud of you. You made forty grand.”

Y/N nodded. “I can afford real estate now.”

“Congrats,” he whispered, kissing her lips.

“Now let’s enjoy the rest of the night.”

The night was successful, and it was time to leave. Y/N finalised the transaction with Geneva who walked away with her paintings and Y/N got a cheque. Dr. Beau was so happy for Y/N’s success and Y/N agreed to letting him mentor her in NYC.

However, when the night came to end, it meant leaving the gallery.

As Y/N, Marshall, Alaina and Hailie exited the gallery, the air outside was crisp with the promise of a cool evening. The event had been successful, and Y/N was buzzing with excitement from the praise and sales of her artwork. Marshall walked beside her, grasping her hand with a mix of pride and relief evident in his expression.

The moment they stepped onto the sidewalk; the atmosphere shifted abruptly. Flashes of cameras erupted like bursts of lightening, blinding and disorienting. Y/N instinctively shielded her eyes, momentarily stunned by the onslaught of paparazzi.

Marshall’s protective instincts kicked in immediately. He stepped closer to Y/N, guiding her and his daughters behind him with a firm yet gentle hand. Alaina and Hailie huddled close, their faces a mix of surprise and apprehension at the sudden chaos.

“Fucking back the fuck up! Give us some space!” Marshall’s voice cut through the night, authoritative and commanding. His posture was tense, every muscle coiled as he stood like a shield between Y/N, the girls and the flashing cameras. “Fuck off. Leave us.”

The paparazzi, undeterred by his words, continued to shout questions and snap photos relentlessly.

“Who’s the mystery girl?”

“Are you dating?”

“Is Eminem back in the game?”

“Is Slim Shady back?”

“Got a girl, Slim?”

Y/N felt overwhelmed…lowkey, Paul said, and this is far from lowkey.

“Marshall, let’s just get into the car,” Y/N urged, her voice barely audible above the clamour. She reached for his hand, and he grabbed her waist.

Marshall nodded tersely, his gaze scanning the crowd to assess any potential threats or overly aggressive photographers. He kept his arm protectively around Y/N, guiding her through the chaotic sea of flashing lights and shouting voices.

Alaina and Hailie stayed close, their faces a mix of concern and curiosity as they navigated through the paparazzi with Marshall’s guidance. Y/N could feel Marshall’s tension radiating through his touch, a silent reassurance amidst the pandemonium.

Once they got their car, the driver held the door open as they hurried in. The interior was a welcome respite from the outside chaos.

Marshall let out a breath he had not realised he had been holding, his shoulders sagging slightly with relief. He glanced over at Y/N concern etched in his features then to his daughters. “Are you ok?” he asked, and all responded. “Let’s get home.”

After the chaotic scene with the paparazzi, Marshall’s home came in view as they pulled up. The welcome retreated warmed them as they bid the public eye and walked in. Y/N toed off her heels at the door, holding onto Marshall’s shoulder as they retreated in.

Alaina and Hailie would stay the night, staying in their childhood rooms. They bid goodnight and Y/N went to Marshall’s with him following. Once in, she closed the door and began to strip down.

“I am a fucking fool. A fucking insecure bastard,” he muttered as he passed her to the bathroom. Y/N rolled her head back and sighed.

“You were,” she muttered as she walked to the shower naked needing to take her makeup off and climb into bed. “You can’t let that happen again,” she explained.

Marshall gripped the sink. “Columbia haunts me. Dr. Beau haunts me with the way he touched you and knowing you’re going to NYC with him for him to mentor him when I know he wants your goddamn cunt,” he whispered then barked.

Y/N let out a loud breath as she got into the shower. “I do not want to fight because we are so good at fighting, and I just want to have a night where I feel special. I made forty grand, Marshall.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “He touched you the way I touch you.”

“That’s a lie. You make me scream. He doesn’t,” she said from the shower.

“But he could,” he whispered more to himself.

Y/N ignored him, washed her face and body and walked out. He stood there in his clothes while she was naked.

“Fuck you,” she barked, jabbing her finger in his chest. “You don’t trust me.”

“Two years I will be without you…at least two years.”

“God!” she screamed so loudly turning to him. “You cannot be happy for me! You are a selfish son of a bitch. Bastard of the highest order. Motherfucker!” she yelled.

“That’s a lot of names.”

“Let me live my goddamn life, Marshall! I am so young! I love you, but Columbia is in my future and every minute you remind me that I am leaving, shoving it down my throat and guilting me that I am this whore who will fuck some other man.”

“I did not call you a whore,” he whispered.

“You might well have. Because you think the minute, I am out of eyeshot I will fuck the first thing with a penis, but you know what maybe I might jump onto the next pussy.”

He was speechless and she stood naked across from him. “Give me two years to get this degree and then I will come back to Detroit, I promise. We can get married, we can be together, we can do whatever you want. I just need two years.”

Then he said something that pained her. “I will never marry again.”

Silence.

“I am going back to my apartment,” she stated grabbing her clothes off the floor and he followed. “You cannot have any happiness for me. You cannot trust me. You cannot promise forever-“

“Understand my trauma, Y/N. Kim ruined me. She destroyed me. She recked me. She tore down every piece of me. I am shocked I am in love with you. That I let someone back in my life. That I love someone else. That I allowed myself to be vulnerable. I am shocked I have you. She slandered me. I slandered her. Everything was public and I will never live down anything to do with Kim. I am fucked up. Get that through your brain.”

It was the first time in a long time or even ever that he mentioned Kim. However, as he spat those words she understood. Y/N stayed in silence before she nodded.

“I understand. Goodnight, Marshall. I love you.”

That was all she said before she went to bed.

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