The Music Producer and the Teacher
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  • Reads 9,658
  • Votes 267
  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 56m
Complete, First published Oct 23, 2018
Marissa, who just got out of a 3 year relationship bumps into a rather handsome music producer who is a speaker at her school's career day. She has no idea that he is going to become one of the most important people in her life next to her cooky best friend, Melissa, who gets involved in a serious incident. Can Marissa swallow her fears and land a good man? Or will the stress of her life cause her to push him away.

**DISCLAIMER** This IS an Eminem fan fiction, but there are some notable differences to irl him.
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35 parts Complete Mature

#1 on Eminemfanfic hashtag as of 23/06/30 Tyler Hyun is instantly recognizable and addictive. She's the type of person we imagine doesn't really exist, merely only materializing in some figment of imagination. She isn't easy to understand and she makes it incredibly hard to predict her behaviour. So it's relatively understandable that everyone's hooked on her like she's your newest party drug. Marshall Mathers meets her at his friend's house party and he's falling within seconds of seeing her. It's that type of instant attachment. He needs her to be his, he becomes obsessed. But sometimes you've gotta stop for a moment and ask how obsessive do you become before it's getting concerning? *** "No- here's my frustration. We're always distracting ourselves. With TV, music, news... endlessly, endlessly, until we can't even stomach our own silence, can't fathom creating our own thought, can't handle being alone with ourselves. We always need to be preoccupied." She's letting out an aggravated groan, bringing her hands up in front of her face. I imagine what it's like to have her around all the time. I imagine what it's like waking up to her, having her talking about the darkest things in a way that's stomach-able. I need her.