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Hoodie Guy Chapter 4

Eminem x reader

A meeting, some flirting, reader meets Denaun and Paul

Eminem/reader, Paul Rosenberg, Denaun Porter, reader’s coworkers, business meeting

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Chapter 4

As you walked to where you were meeting Paul, you quickly tried to type a text to Marshall, giving him a heads up

Y: Hey, so that meeting Paul set up? It’s with the clinic I work at. I’ll see you in a few. 😉

You quickly put your phone away just as the elevator door opened. You saw a guy that you recognized as Paul standing at the doors to the elevator.

“Dr. Ferrin?” Paul asked, reaching out his hand to shake Doc’s outstretched hand.

“ Mr. Rosenberg? Nice to meet you. These lovely ladies are my Nurse Practioner Angie and my RN Y/N.”

“ Please call me Paul. Nice to meet you all, welcome. Thank you for coming. Marshall and Denaun are already waiting in my office.” He shook your hand with a good, firm grip, looking you straight in the eye. You immediately liked his warm energy and the warm look in his eye. You gave him a open, friendly smile and said “ Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Rosenberg. Thank you for having us.” You said very sincerely, letting you eyes smile at him as well, already self-conscious as this was Marshall’s manager, and his opinion mattered personally and professionally. Angie enthusiastically shook his hand with a big friendly smile. “ Pleased to meet you, Mr.Rosenberg, a long-time fan of Eminem’s.” Her gregarious, outgoing nature is asserting itself. You had a sinking feeling on your stomach but maintained your show smile as you called it. You didn’t know how to play this, if Marshall would acknowledge you knew each other or keep it under wraps. You had told Angie you were talking to someone at the gym. Her reply” go get you some, girl!!!! About time!!!!” So she knew there was someone you just hadn't told her it was Marshall as you had just found out last night.

“ It’s a pleasure, to meet you both. And please, call me Paul. We are pretty informal here. Please come this way.”

He lead the way to a door that had his name on it. You took a deep breath as he opened the door. Your eyes greedily drank in the site of Marshalk as he checked his phone. He looked up as you all came in a confused look on his face. He took the in the visitors with his gaze. He skimmed over Doc and Angie and landed right on you. A slight smile crossed his lips which he immediately swallowed and rises to greet you.

“ Hey, y/n, this is a welcome surprise this afternoon.” He said in surprise. . You smiled back at him, giving him a wink, your shoulders relaxing as he ackowleged you and ignored Angie. Speaking of you saw the confusion on her face and the disappointment. He then ushered you towards Denaun.

“ Y/n, I’d like you to meet Denaun” You crossed to Denaun to shake his hand and was surprised to be pulled into a big hug.

“ Slim has been talking my ear off about this girl he met at the gym. He won’t shut up about you. You apparently got some rap skills. Nice to get to meet you.” He told you in your ear. You blushed and ducked your head, suddenly shy that Marshall had talked about you to one of his oldest, closest friends. Marshall saw your shyness and again was charmed by it. He didn't meet many women who had that quality. That humility and humbleness. Angie inserted herself.

“ Eminem? My name is Angie; it's a pleasure to meet you. Big fan of yours from way back. So how do you know our y/n?” Angie assumed her role as your best friend and protector. Your heart grew with affection for her. You knew she had a thing for Eminem (not Marshall, she didn't know Marshall), and with the knowledge you knew each other and what you had talked to her about him, she assumed her best friend role. Marshall looked at her, studying her, his blue eyes cautious and closed off.

“ We met at the gym. We been talkin’. Call me Marshall.” he told her politely, reaching out his hand to shake hers. You were relieved he didn't give her much more attention than that.

“ Yeah, she told me about this hoodie guy she was talking to.” Angie sent you a mischievous look. Marshall raised his eyebrows, intrigued, and he glanced at you as you glared at Angie. She just winked at you. You shot a pleading look at Paul who was watching the goings on with amusement. He caught your look and took pity on you. He cleared his throat.

“ Okay, lets get down to business. . .” he started. Your inability to not finish a lyric asserted itself. You couldn't help it, it was perfect.

“ I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town, let's shut this shit down on these clowns, Can I get a witness. . .”

“ HELL YEAH!” Denaun, ever the perfect hype man, chimed in without a thought. He had a broad smile on his face as he reached over and high-fived you. “ I see what Slim means now,” he told you. You blushed and ducked your head, your body’s natural reaction to praise and compliments. Denaun just smiled. Liking what he was seeing of this woman his best friend was talking about. Marshall let out a surprised chuckle at the encounter, pleased you were getting along with one of his oldest friends and also impressed you picked up the hook like that off of Paul trying to start the meeting. Paul swallowed his laughter at the smitten look on Marshall’s face, something he hadn't seen in a long time. So far he like what he was seeing of you. He quickly cleared his throat and called the meeting to order. You all took your places, Marshall ushered you to a seat and took the one next to you. Denaun took a seat on the other side of you. Paul took a seat at the head of the table, and Angie and Doc took places on the other side. Paul began the meeting. Doc presented what the clinic was about and services offered and why it might be beneficial for Shady Records to have dealings with the Nerve Center. Paul, Marshall and Denaun had their questions which the three of you took turns answering. You three discussed the IV Hydration mobile clinic and the IV hydration offered in the clinic as well as trigger point injections, chiropractic services, and electro pneumatic stimulation for chronic pain, swelling and numbness. At the end of the meeting Doc thanked Paul, Marshall, and Denaun for their time and consideration. You all rose and shook hands with Paul, who told you that they would have to talk it over and would let you know.

Acting like the great wingman, Denaun quickly piped up that he and Marshall would show you out. As you left the conference room you felt Marshall fall into step behind you. You didn’t know he was checking out you bum in your scrubs and thinking how good it looked. Denaun started up a conversation with you all as you got in the elevator. Marshall code to remain quiet and listen and watch. He noticed you did the same thing. You watched and listened. You teased Angie and were very respectful to your boss. Denaun was able to draw you put as he noticed a lot of similarities between you and Slim.

You eventually came to where your cars were parked. Doc told you and Angie he would see Ypu back at the clinic and reminded you had your next client at 1:00. Angie departed next, giving you a wink and a hug.

Denaun departed quickly as well. He was surprised when you tentatively gave him a hug, but quickly embraced you in a bear hug. His embrace was comforting as it reminded you of your best friend back home.

“ It was nice to meet ha’, y/n. Don’t be a stranger, aight?” Ypu quickly affirmed that you wouldn’t. He dapped with Marshall and headed back toward the building. Marshall motioned towards your car with his head. You smiled and turned toward your car, he fell into step next to you.

“ Careful, I might get the idea you are a gentleman, Mr. Mathers.” You teased him gently bumping your shoulder against his. He chuckled.

“ Maybe I just want an excuse to walk a pretty lady to her car.” He said back, glancing at you. You blushed. “ And make sure we are still on for tonight?” He posed the question. You nodded you head.

“ Same Battime, slightly different location.” You told him, smiling at him. He swallowed down a smile, finding your dorkiness adorable and attractive.

“ Dork.”

“ I never claimed differently.” You retorted, smiling at him. He chuckled and opened your door for you and watched as you slid in the driver’s seat. Once he was sure you were in and buckled he closed the door. You rolled the window down and looked up at him.

“ I really enjoyed meeting Paul and Denaun. They seem like good people.”

“ They liked you too, y/n, I could tell. The look on Paul’s fave was priceless when you went into the hook for “Business”.” he shared, chuckling again at the memory.

“ It's a curse, I can't not finish a lyric when someone says it, even in conversation.” you shared, sheepishly Marshall shook his head again, his fondness for you growing more. He looked at the time and realized you needed to get back. He pointed it out and you regretfully sighed and started your car. You told him goodbyes and pulled out of the parking lot. He watched you go before slowly making his way back to the building, a smile on his face and a thoughtful look in his eyes. He couldn't wait for tonight.

#eminem x reader #marshall matters x reader #business #denaun is awesome #mr porter #paul rosenberg #coworkers

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smutty-books · 2 years

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I hope you are well, I will ask you something that I would like to read from you ❤️‍🔥

You and Marshall were hanging out for one night stands. Turned into a two-night stand. And you finally found out that you're pregnant. However, Marshall didn't want the child because he didn't think you were in a serious relationship.

You finally broke up with him and one day you heard his new song on TV "River" 💔

Here it is. Hope you like it

Mature themes, TW talk of abortion

Eminem x reader

River

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“ You told me you couldn’t get pregnant, do you remember us having that conversation? Do you remember that???!!!!!”

“ Yeah, well you should have thought about that before sticking your dick in me.” You raised your voice at him, all thoughts of a calm adult conversation out the window at his accusation that you did this on purpose. You looked at Marshall in disbelief, the caring, loving man you’d been sleeping with for the past month now a stranger.

“ We’re not keeping this baby.” He said firmly, commandingly. You looked at him again, incensed at the we.

“ There is no we in this, Marshall, you made that abundantly clear by saying there is no us. This is my body, my decision and I am NOT having an abortion!!!!!” You exclaimed your eyes blazing , your nostrils flared, your cheeks flushed, looking frankly a little frightening and all of a sudden Marshall could see you as a mom, a fierce lioness protecting her cub.

“ No man will come before my children, not even you, Marshall!” You told him coldly, any loving emotion you had for him frozen over. Marshall blinked at the sudden change realizing too late his mistake but he wasn’t going to back down. He tried a different tactic: cajoling

“ This baby is mine, too. No child of mine will be without a father. They will know who their father is!!!!” Your mouth dropped at his gall.

“Are you the one who’s body is going to be changed by sheltering and growing another human life in it?” You demanded of him

“ Well, no” he started , rubbing the back of his neck.

“ No, so that gives you a whole hell of a lot less say in this matter” You told him hotly. He looked up, his blue eyes blazing now. You were in awe how fierce and sexy he looked like that then reminded yourself to focus. He saw it, though, the flash of desire in your eyes, and he felt an answering desire start, felt his cock start to harden at how fierce and Mother Earth and sexy you looked defending your unborn child’s life. He stepped into you and you met him. Your lips crashed together his hands lodged themselves in your locks. You moaned; he licked and bit your lips and used your gasp for plundering your mouth in a punishing kiss. He picked you up easily, your legs wrapping around his waist naturally. Your fingers ran through his short locks and scratched his scalp which made him moan low. He tore his mouth from yours and used his hands under your butt to boost you enough for him to attack your throat. He noted with satisfaction a few bruises were forming in the wake of his mouth on your skin’ Mine,’ he thought fervently to himself not as shocked by the thought or the feeling as he should have been.

He threw you down on the bed and made short work if getting your clothes of till you were left in only your bra and panties. His hands traced their way down your torso, his hand stopping momentarily on your belly where he dipped his head and rained kisses down on your stomach, and you heard him muttering, “ I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, little one, I fucked up.” You felt hot tears splash on your stomach and your desire quickly left you. You cradled his head to you, soothing, stroking your hands through his hair and down his neck. He looked up at you, tears shining in his eyes. “ I’m sorry, y/n, I can’t have a child right now.” You looked into his beloved eyes and made a decision. Your baby would always come first.

“ Then you won’t. It’s probably not even yours. Right before you and I got together my ex husband and I had some farewell sex.” You lied through your teeth, bracing for the explosion. Marshall’s face went red.

“ You slut!!!!!! Get out bitch, trying to pass a kid off as mine that’s your ex husbands. Get out, whore” he spat at you.

You quietly nodded, collected your clothes, dressed in the bathroom, and left but not before a parting shot from Marshall.

“ Paul will be sending you an NDA. If you pulled this I don’t trust you not to go to the tabloids and sell your story to get money, slut. Now get out of my sight” He spat, back turned to you. It hurt to think he thought that lowly of you to believe what you told him but it was for the best. It absolved him of any responsibility and he could go on with his life. You hated him for putting you in this position cause he was to selfish to think about anyone else but himself but it was what it was. You had one parting shot of your own.

“ Go to Hell, Marshall, and take you holier than thou; I’ve never done anything underhanded or wrong complex with you. I fucking hate you. Screw you, drop dead, you selfish motherfuckin prick. All you are thinking about is yourself and that’s what your good at isn’t it? Have a nice life, bitch.” You slammed the door and quickly walked out of the hotel head held high. You got in your car and headed back to your rental, your contract at the hospital was almost up. You had a few more weeks then you’d head to your next assignment. You held your tears in until you got back to your rental then you let them all go. You cried for the love you thought you and Marshall shared, you cried for your baby that would sure as hell never know it’s father or how much of a bastard he was and you cried for your lie that you told him to absolve him to protect him so he could go on living his own life and not worry about another child.

8 years later

You were finishing up dinner with your 7 year old son. He reminded you more and more of Marshall everyday. No one knew Marshall was the father, you kept to the NDA that you had signed in the presence of Paul after having it looked over by your lawyer. Paul had looked at you with sympathy.

“ I know you will, but take care of him, Paul.” you whispered quietly. He nodded “Always do.” You nodded again gave him a smile and departed Shady Records. That was 8 years ago. It was fun explaining the pregnancy to your folks and it killed you to see the disappointment in their eyes but you had chosen your course. You didn’t even try to make anyone think it was your ex-husbands cause that would be dishonest. You also swore off men and relationships. Your child was your priority and that’s the way it would stay.

“Mommy can we go to the park tomorrow?” He asked with his soft sweet voice. His eyes were a piercing blue like his father’s, his hair still a very light blonde. He was an affectionate child and you tried hard to be his mom and his dad but it wasn’t always easy.

“ Sure, sweetheart, I think that sounds fun” You told him. “ Now go get ready for bed, sweetheart.”

There was a knock on your door and you wondered who it could be. You answered the door and saw Porter standing on your porch. He engulfed you in a big bear hug and you savored it.

“ Hey, y/n, where’s my godson!!!!!!!” He looked around for him.

“ Getting ready for bed, he’ll be out in a minute.”

“ So, why are you here, Denaun?” You asked him bluntly. He looked at you with sympathetic eyes.

“ Em’s fixing to release a song that’s about you and him and what happened, well not exactly what happened. in the song you had the abortion which obviously you didn’t but to him, it felt like it cause he lost a child. Essentially.”

“ Denaun, he made it abundantly clear in that hotel room he did not want a child so I gave him his out. But I would NOT abort any child. He made his choice, he has to live with it, just like I had to live with mine. He got to go back to his old life I had to make the sacrifices he wasn’t prepared to make.” You said firmly, tone unyielding.

“ Y/n, you think this didn’t affect him. I had to watch him be a bear for months mixed with sullen periods. He beat himself up over the whole thing. He realizes what you did, how you gave him what he wanted. It stunned him when Paul told him you hadn't taken the stipend laid out in the NDA. He was so angry at first but he realized why you did it, and he respects you for it. He admits he wanted this child. This song is his penance, his atonement.” Denaun explained earnestly.

At his words you softened toward Marshall. You knew his early life without a father, and that was one thing he insisted upon was being there for his daughters, one of the reasons he got sober and stayed that way.

“ Denaun, I forgave Marshall a long time ago for my peace.”

“ Do you think you’d think about letting Marshall be part of Nick’s life? He’s pretty sure he has a child out there because you were adamant that you wouldn’t abort a child and its killing him not to be part of his child’s life.” Denaun broached the subject gingerly, sensing you were more receptive now than before.

“ I’ll think about it. It would be good for Nick to know his father and Marshall is nothing if not a wonderful father. I know he’d do right by Nick, which is what is most important.” you said thoughtfully. “ I’m worried that Nick will see all that Marshall can give him and I won’t measure up.” You confided to him. Denaun looked at you like you were crazy.

“ Are you crazy, that boy adores you, you his momma, no one can replace you. And Marshall won’t take him away, you know that. He’ll co-parent with you. Another thing he's good at.” He told you, his hand on your arm.

“ Uncle Denaun!!!!!!” Your son’s voice exclaimed. He barreled past you to throw himself into his godfather’s arms. Denaun wrapped him up n a big bear hug and swept him off the ground.

“ Hey, little man!!!! How’s my favorite godson???!!!” he exclaimed.

“ Uncke Denaun, mom and me “ mom and I” you corrected” “ sorry, mommy, mommy and I is going to the park tomorrow!” Mommy and I are going” you gently corrected. Your son rolled his eyes in a move so reminiscent of his father that even Denaun was shocked.

“ You are, huh? Well that sounds like it’ll be fun!!!! Can I come too?” Denaun asked innocently and you glared at him, knowing he was up to something.

“ Mommy can Uncle Denaun come with us to the park tomorrow?” your son asks excitedly. You inwardly cursed Denaun for putting you in this position.

“ I think Uncle Denaun has to work tomorrow.” You told Nick, thinking quickly. He just smiled angelically at you.

“ Nah, Em has some family stuff to do tomorrow so he said not to worry about coming in. So I’m free to go to the playground.”

“ Yay!!!” you son exclaimed jumping back into Denaun’s arms. You smiled at the display, so happy your son had someone like Denaun in his life. It made you ponder the idea even more of allowing Marshall into Nick’s life. Marshall would be protective of him and be that male figure like Denaun was, but Marshall could be a disciplinarian as well, which Denaun was the fun uncle who spoiled her son.

“Mommy, can Denaun tuck me in?” Your son’s blue eyes shined hopefully up at you, and you heard Denaun chuckle once again at the similarity to his father.

“ Sure, sweetheart. Give me a kiss hug good night.” You opened your arms and your sweet boy cuddled into you “I love you, mommy, good night”

“ Good night, my love.” You whispered kissing his cheek and his forehead.

He led Denaun down the hall chattering excitedly to him and you finished up the dinner dishes. You were just sitting down to read one of your psychiatric nursing journals when Denaun came back in.

“ That boy is his father all over again but with a sweeter disposition thanks to having a loving doting momma like you.”

“ He’s definitely been a blessing in my life. Cause of him I made it through some times I don’t think I could have on my own.” You confided, looking down, fiddling with the journal you were reading.

“ You don’t give yourself enough credit. You a strong woman.” Denaun reassured you gently. You smiled at him. He produced a CD out of his pocket.

“ Here’s a copy of the new song. Em is going to do a music video as well cause it’s important to him. Em doesn’t know I have this. Usually there is only one copy and that stays with Em but I managed to burn this one cause I felt you needed to hear it early. Just give it a listen. It explains things from Marshall’s point of view.” Denaun handed you the CD and you took it reverently knowing Denaun could get in trouble for doing that.

“ Thank you, sweetheart, and thank you for everything.” You told him reaching over to give him a hug.

“ Hey, you and Em are two of my favorite people. I love the both of you and would do anything for both of you to be happy. And I adore that godson and I want what’s best for him. And that’s to know his dad and his sisters. More people to love and dote on him. The girls will have a field day with a little brother.” Denaun reassured you. You cuddled into him and you watched some TV before Denaun had to leave. He promised to call tomorrow about when you were going to the park. You saw him to the door and made sure he got into his car okay and away before shutting the door and locking up before heading up to bed. You carried the cd with you and got ready for bed. You had a record/cd player in your room. You completed your nightly routine, critically eyeing yourself in the mirror, noting the changes the last 8 years had brought. You made sure your head phones were plugged in then you pushed play.

Marshall’s lyrics took you back to the start of your relationship. It opened your eyes to how he saw things, he thought you were using him to get back at your ex. It also explained why he reacted the way he had about the child; he was in it for fun and was trying to figure out how to break it off. Your mind flashed to meeting him on Tinder. It was supposed to be a one time deal but turned into almost a whole month of trysts. You were new to Detroit and wanted some male companionship. Through your encounters you got to know each other and you thought he was catching feelings, but apparently that was not the case according to the song. You cried at his “ I’m sorry” “ I fucked up” as it took you back to that last night and you swore you could feel his hot tears on your stomach. You finished the song and played it again, catching more bars and lyrics and hearing the anguish and pain in Marshall’s voice. You realized it had been just as hard for him in its own way and this song was seeking atonement and washing away his sins and the guilt and apologizing. You listened to it a few more times and then settled in for bed, resolved that Marshall needed to meet and get to know his son. You texted Denaun

Y:I’m ready.

His response was quick.

D:Tommorow?

Y:Tommorow

D:I’ll set it up with Em. And y/n? I’m proud of you.

Y:Thanks for the push. I needed it. It’s a hell of a song.

D: Goodnight, y/n, sleep tight, see ya tommorow.

#eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader #River #Denaun is an awesome friend #TW: mentions of abortion #requested fic

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