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With her head in her girlfriend's lap and the room filled with a haze from the smoke, Y/n was filled with glee. And no, it wasn't because of the joint they were passing around. But because Nicki finally, finally was gonna come out. They were gonna come out, and she couldn't help but feel giddy and excited.
A hand slide through her hair, causing a small smile to appear on her lips, as she sighed out in content. In honestly opinion, she really didn't care what Nicki or her fans thought of their relationship. It was nobody's business but their own and she really didn't care if they came out, but with seeing so many assholes that Y/n couldn't stand hitting on her and touching her girlfriend, it was time for men to know, their grimy hands shouldn't come anywhere near her girlfriend.
Y/n wanted to come out in a cute way; a little post with a picture, and a big fat fuck you to the haters. And although Nicki loved the 'fuck you to the haters' part, she wanted something sweeter. And more public. And she knew when the right time was.
New York Fashion Week.
Nicki was suppose to go by herself, but now she's gonna take Y/n. Show her off, which Y/n was excited about. Now, if only Y/n could get her lovely girlfriend to not cause drama for a few days, that would be perfect, but drama apparently lives for the two.
{{ Four weeks later... }}
The plane ride to New York was hell for Y/n. Her stomach wouldn't settle, so the whole flight was spent hunched over the toilet seat. Nicki, being the amazing girlfriend she is, tried to help, but Y/n didn't want her to see the sickness that would escape every so often. Luckily, when they landed and Y/n was able to get out of the plane, she felt tremendously better. Thank God.
As the two got into the awaiting car, and buckled up, Nicki slide her hand over Y/n's still hot and sweaty forehead, earning a look from Nicki.
"You still hot," Y/n smirked and sent her a wink, earning a eyeroll and smack of the lips, "girl, I swear."
"I'm fine, I feel better, really." Nicki hums, not really believing her.
"So if I say, I wanna go to the crab shack and pig out on lobster and shrimp, you'll be okay with that?" Nicki smirks when Y/n turns green and has to close her eyes. She smacks her lips and smiles. "What I thought."
The car's quiet on the way to the hotel, and thankfully there's no paparazzi waiting for them.
The room was beautiful and spacious. But really high up, which made Y/n antsy. And as long as she didn't go near the windows, she'll be fine.
