Have you ever found yourself waking from a dream, unable to shake the feeling of how real it felt? How real she felt? Have you ever found yourself pleading with sleep to take you back even for just five more minutes? She has always been a blurry vision in his mind. A constant reverie, so close yet always out of reach. It's 2024. Marshall has built an empire, a name the world chants. But behind the fame is a quiet obsession that has shadowed him for years - someone who doesn't exist. Someone he has never met.... He has always felt her. Dreamed of her. Left breadcrumbs of her in his lyrics. In his mind, she exists. Outside of it... she doesn't. He has spent countless hours in therapy trying to get her out of his head. He's been told she represents everything he wants in a relationship but knows it doesn't exist. It's his mind's own sick joke. No one has ever lived up to the role she plays in his mind. And yet, he can't forget the one thing his therapist drilled into his brain: "Marshall... we can't dream of someone we've never met. It's physically impossible. Our brains can't create a face we haven't seen."

❝ Nobody puts Baby in the corner, 'cause that baby gets mad it gets to throwin' a tantrum, she'll fuckin' flip on ya ❞ Everybody thought she had left for good And nobody blamed her Her brother got shot She was grieving But that didn't mean they didn't want her back And now she was back, chin up, cap low and his chain dangling around her neck Her fans were ecstatic Cause their queen returned And she was standing right beside her king

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Eminem and Christina are forced to work together as judges on a new music competition show. The tension is high, especially after years of public feuding. But as they spend time behind the scenes, they realize their banter hides something deeper-mutual feelings and undeniable attraction. The story takes place in present not in 2000's!!!

❝ It was nice to, nice to know ya let's do it again, how we did it in a one-night stand, do you wanna be more than a friend? ❞ [BOOK ONE] Fame wasn't for the weak Countless people have proven that over and over, they cracked when it got too much. They bite off more than than they can chew and expect it not to bite them in the ass But it always did Brittany Spears? Bald. Amy Winehouse? Drugs. Whitney Houston? Death. Notice how they get worse Multiple people cracked under the pressure, the attention, the invasion of privacy, but me? I didn't crack Fame was my armor, my weapon Use it correctly, and it's the deadliest thing on earth. If you don't, prepare to be destroyed. I hated the fame, the cameras, the spotlight, all of it. The constant pressure to be perfect I felt it, but I wouldn't let it break me Pop quiz, what should you do when Hollywood turns on you? Makes you out to be the villain? The bad guy in your own story? The usual responses were deny the words or let them ruin your career. But it ends badly either way. And there is a third way Play the part They want a villain? Act like it. It's what I did. And it was better. But that's still in the future.....sorta And who am I? I'm Juniper Hazel Oakland, and this is my story...... that sounded like the start of a cheesy rom-com. Can anybody tell that my mother tried being unique with the name? Anyway, buckle up and get some food cause this story is gonna be long, and there's only one main character

༶ ⋆˙⊹❀ ❤︎ "why are you so fucking sensitive?" ... "cause i have to be"

┆ ° ❥ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° "why is everything a fucking joke to you?" ... "cause i'm a joke to you"