𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩·𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨·𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮, 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥. "𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒-𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑆𝑎𝑑𝑒" *This is an interracial Eminem fanfic that includes a black woman. Thought there needed to be more diversity 🤎 Highest Rankings: #1 In Eminem #1 In Marshall Mathers #1 In Marshall Mathers Fanfic #1 In Hip Hop #1 In D12 #1 In Guilty Pleasure #1 In Slim Shady #1 In Slim Shady Fanfic #1 In Slim #2 In Marshall #2 In Mathers #2 In Wmbw #2 In Eminem Fanfic #3 In Rap #3 In Shady #3 In Interracial #3 In Black Girl Magic #4 In Music #6 In Rapper #9 In White Boy Black Girl #12 In Black Girl #22 In Story #23 In Bwwm Started: January 9, 2023 Book cover creds: poeith

Marshall was there for the football game, but left with so much more after meeting the granddaughter of the Jones' family. I do not own any pictures used in the story. This story is fictional, but it does follow Eminem's timeline of events as best as possible.

Blair Daniels survives betrayal by turning her heart into a locked room, sharp tongue, higher walls, and a refusal to need anyone, until her sister and ex boyfriend announce their engagement and Blair's life collapses in public. Marshall Mathers has spent a lifetime mastering distance, fame, and control, perfecting the art of never letting anyone close enough to ruin him, until Blair storms into his orbit and refuses to be impressed by the mask. What begins as friction becomes something messier, deeper, and dangerously real, a relationship built in private moments, ugly truths, and the terrifying decision to stop running. Because when you have both been broken before, wanting a future is the most reckless thing you can do. I do not own any of the music or the pictures in this story, it is fictional but may have similar life events, but these are no where near factual.

He's fifty-two and still the name that makes every rapper breathe twice before they talk slick, he's the last giant standing in a culture that loves to eat its own. She's twenty-five, Detroit-born and loud enough to make the internet stop scrolling, a rapper who learned to fight for every bar, every breath, every headline. One careless line in a radio interview. One sarcastic clapback on a podcast. That's all it takes for the fuse to catch. Old school versus new blood. Bars versus clicks. Detroit's cold precision against the chaos of the timeline. The internet does what it always does, picks sides, spins stories, feeds the fire. He's the "out-of-touch legend." She's the "TikTok rapper with attitude." Every reaction video is proof, every screenshot another bullet. But behind the award shows, the interviews, and the camera flashes that never shut off, the narrative starts to twist. Hate turns volatile. Curiosity gets dangerous. And the world doesn't need facts to ruin the people it built. Because in 2025, fame doesn't end quietly, it ends in headlines, leaks, and hashtags. One wrong look, one rumour too real, and the internet decides what's true. This isn't a love story. It's cancel culture with a pulse. Two egos, one spotlight, a car crash caught in 4K.

She's used to being the punchline. He's ready to burn down the theater. Journee Doyle has perfected the art of invisibility. As a plus-size woman in a world obsessed with size zero, she knows her role: be the funny friend, the hard worker, and the one who takes every insult with a smile. By day, she's a ghost. By night, she waits tables at the prestigious Nocturne Crown Hotel, serving Manhattan's elite while trying to forget she exists. Until the night she can't. A backhanded compliment from a billionaire guest and a "clumsy" spill of red wine by a jealous waitress leave Journee humiliated in a room full of people who refuse to look her in the eye. She flees, thinking it's just another scar to hide. She's wrong. Someone was looking. Andrés Morales-the elusive, ruthless CEO of the Nocturne Crown empire. A man who rules New York from the shadows. To him, Journee isn't invisible. She is inevitable. Andrés saw the insult. He saw the tears she tried to hide. And when he rewinds the security tape, his fascination snaps into a dark, primal obsession. He doesn't just want to comfort her; he wants to ruin anyone who ever made her feel small. When a custom gown arrives at her doorstep, sent to an unlisted address, Journee realizes this is no fairy tale. It's a hunt. She thinks he's playing a cruel game. She thinks a man like him could never want a woman like her. So she runs. But she's forgetting one thing: Andrés Morales owns the city. And he loves a chase. He doesn't want her to fit into his world. He's reshaping the world to fit her.

We joked about it. I teased him. He teased me. It was just a little game. Cat and mouse maybe? Except I wanted him to catch me. So I let the word slip from my mouth as I had before. "Please daddy." He smirked devilishly. I wanted to be the angel that saved his soul.