#beyonce fanfic

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MAKE HER MINE

Pairing (Original Characters): Nasir Holmes (Lucky Daye) x Toni St. Cirie (Beyoncé Knowles-Carter)

One Shot Synopsis: 

model-turned-actress-turned-hotshot publicist, toni st. cirie, puts her career first over any man. but what happens when actor, nasir holmes, enters her life hoping to become her next beau?

Warnings: smut (18+), usage of the n-word (if you’re white and read it, you owe us $20), oral (female receiving), foot play – if we missed anything, let us know!

Co-writer: @bornysterdays

Word Count: 4.3k // Divider Template: @cafekitsune

Notes: The following characters are original creations.

There will be alternating POVs between our leads.

nasir holmes didn't know how he did it, but he landed a meeting with the toni st. cirie. yes, the supermodel turned successful actress turned public relations powerhouse, toni st. cirie. the blonde bombshell's career was admirable and inspiring, but nasir wasn't interested in any of that. he wanted to get to know toni on a personal level. the man had the biggest crush on her, but he was playing way out of his league.

someone like toni st. cirie was in the major leagues, while he spent his time in the minors. nasir holmes' acting career had just begun. he starred in a few blockbuster hits with smaller roles, came from the holmes family dynasty, and had a recurring spot on the hit show, messy, but that was it. that wasn't enough to impress someone like toni st. cirie.

nasir considered himself a good actor, but he already knew that winning toni st. cirie over would be the hardest audition in his life. everything he's read or heard about her said she was hard to impress, so all of his tricks needed to come out today especially because he worked so hard at meeting toni. he tried reaching out at award shows, but she was always busy with her clientele. he tried getting her number from mutual friends, but they were not risking their relationship with toni. hell, he even tried to use her email from her website, and that failed.

this was his last chance to steal toni’s heart and he planned it like a true heist. he called her company and let them know he was looking for a new publicist (he was not). nasir told them he only wanted a meeting with toni. it couldn’t be one of the publicists that worked for her. it had to be toni. any other man would have given up after the nos he’s heard, but not him. he was persistent. he didn’t give up until he got what he wanted, and that was her sitting across from him.

his friends told him he was crazy. insane even. all of this for one woman? but it wasn’t just any woman. it was toni fucking st. cirie. he took a sip from his wine glass as he waited for her. nasir never got nervous, but now? he was on edge. his leg bounced harder than the ball in a game of jacks as he waited for her.

he organized the meeting at fleming's. it was intimate but not intimidating. it was fancy but not too much. he wore a tan polo shirt with a few buttons open, a pair of black slacks, and some black dress shoes. his outfit was just enough.

nasir had been watching the door for so long that he started to get nervous she wouldn't show. but when she finally did, it felt like his heart stopped. he saw her photos, and watched her from a distance, but nothing could prepare him for seeing her up close. she was much more beautiful, and she had a glow that looked like the sun reflected off of her. he was in fucking trouble.

he stood up, holding his hand out. "hey toni?" he said, like he hadn't google-searched everything about this woman. "i'm nasir. nice to meet you."

the only reason why toni took the meeting with nasir was because she knew his name. she knew his family legacy and she knew it'd be good to have him as a client. but nasir refused to meet with anyone but her. it irritated her enough to want to pass on reaching out to him, but toni was a businesswoman. she knew she couldn't pass up a good opportunity just because she was in her feelings. so she cancelled an afternoon full of appointments, pushed lunch with her niece, imani st. cirie, back to dinner, and made room for nasir holmes.

"you're a very persistent man, mr. holmes." she said softly. the blonde tendrils of hair she left curled against her cheeks flagging through her vision. she shook nasir's hand before pulling back to brush the hair behind her ear.

"i have to be if i want the best, ms. cirie." he said, returning to his seat in front of her. she watched as he adjusted his clothing once he was seated.

"i don't usually handle clients personally anymore." she informed him before she even sat down. there were a few people she managed things for but they were close to her. imani was damn near her own child -- of course she was hands-on with her career. but mostly everyone else? they went to the top-notch team she'd managed to pull together for her law firm. "but you insisted. so i'm here. let's talk nasir."

"i'm glad you decided to take this meeting. so let's start there. it's really an honor to meet you. you know i actually ran into you a few years ago. i think it was at an award show. i don't think you knew who i was though." he said, toni shook her head at his statement.

"you're nasir holmes. been in a lot of movies, a member of one of the most talented dynasties in this town. i know who you are. i probably was just busy." she shrugged, narrowing her gaze at nasir. toni considered herself capable of reading people. it was how she succeeded in the industry that refused to take her seriously. she couldn't get a read on nasir.

he seemed to be a fan of hers, but she had long stopped acting. the occasional appearance wasn't much to gain fans over. she sighed softly, brushing her hair behind her ear. "why were you so insistent on having me for this meeting? we have great agents at malecon. i'm too busy to personally guide a lot of careers -- is that why you requested the meeting? you want me personally?"

"yes, i want you personally." he answered before clearing his throat. "i know you're busy but i'm an easygoing client. you won't be stressing about me too much."

"if you were easygoing, you would have picked one of the many agents that work at malecon instead of insisting on this meeting." toni spoke softly, almost politely. she wasn't busying that nasir would be an easygoing client. she couldn't find any real scandal in his life. either, he wasn't too much trouble or his current team hid shit pretty well. if that was true, why was he trying to switch to her? her instincts didn't really fail her, and toni knew there was more to the story. it was on the tip of her tongue to deny her. she didn't llet herself be manipulated or pushed into doing things that weren't best for her...but he seemed so damn earnest. "i handle five clients personally, mr. holmes. two of which have been with me for over a decade. if i choose to take you on, you have to understand that i will not be available to you twenty four/seven." toni wouldn't have made the speech if she hadn't already decided to take him on. this may be a mistake but she was going to see it through. "tell me five things you want from your career."

there was a pause in the conversation. she stared at the man blankly. it seemed like he was searching for his next words. "i want an oscar, an emmy, to inspire people that look like me, to do a story that's never been told and a date with toni st. cirie."

she looked at him as if a second head emerged from his neck. "i'm sorry, what?"

"i want to take you out on a date." "i don't date my clients." "i'm not trying to be your client. i want to date you." "date me? please don't waste my time, mr. holmes. i don't have time for games." “i am not a man that plays games. i am serious. i want you.”

toni started to grab her things. she pulled away from the table and stood to her feet. the woman took one last glance at nasir. "call me when you want to talk about your career. not this foolishness." she said firmly before strutting away from the table.

it was days later, but the meeting with nasir had been threaded into her mind, and she had been trying to unravel it. she searched his name on google, researching all she could about him. she even searched through her contacts to find out more about him. she didn't understand why but she was curious. he was the first man to stump her in a long time.

as she talked to her best friend, anaïs jourdain, she tried to make sense of it all. "the nerve of him," she shook her head. toni shut her laptop, deciding her research was finished for the day. "did you know that he's only thirty-six?"

"okay, so nine years?" "he probably just wants to tell his friends that he got to fuck toni st. cirie." "but didn't you say he mentioned you in some interview a while ago or something?" toni sighed, "okay, that means nothing. it just means he's been waiting to fuck me for a very long time. did you know he used to be married to? to some instagram model? my shit doesn't sit that high anymore." "so what!? you were married three times before. that means nothing."

she rolled her eyes so hard, she was sure that anaïs could see it through the phone. toni hated even thinking about her past marriages. all of them ended in failure and on the front page. maybe that's why nasir was interested in her. maybe he thought she was an easy lay. "just give him a chance," her friend woke her out of her trance. "what's the worst that could happen?"

the meeting made everything worse for nasir. he only wanted her more. throughout these past few days, all he could think about was her. he thought about the way her curls flooded her face. he thought about the way those hazel eyes gazed at him. he thought about the way she said his name. he even thought about the way she walked away from him.

he was swamped in thoughts of her. thoughts of toni drowned every one of his other thoughts. he hadn't even noticed he was overdoing his set of curls at his home gym until he heard his trainer and friend yell, "hey, man! enough." tariq carter scolded. "where yo' mind at, bruh?"

"shit, my bad man," he said. nasir carefully bent his knees and placed his weights on the ground. "remember how i told you i had a meeting with toni? well, that's what i was thinking about."

tariq took the towel on his broad shoulders and wiped his forehead. "she turned you down didn't she? i told you that shit wasn't gone work. i heard she a tough one to crack."

nasir chest heaved in and out as he tried to restore his heart to a normal pace. it wasn't racing like it was when he got around toni, but it was close to it. he grabbed the bottom of his shirt to wipe his damp forehead. "yeah, i know. i know. i'm not giving up though."

"you not giving up?" his friend looked at him with a confused expression. "hell nah, man. i'm not stopping until she mine." tariq chuckled, shaking his head. "you got too much dip on ya chip. nigga, she turned down a date with an oil tycoon. and that nigga got money longer than the state of texas. you really think you got a chance?"

"okay, but that nigga ain't me. toni gone be mine one day, watch."

it took some convincing. nasir practically begged the blonde beauty over the phone for another meeting with her. once again, nasir convinced her that it was career-related, but it wasn't. she was a force in the pr field. hell, he probably needed a publicist like her, but didn't want that. he wanted to be her man.

he sat at the table across from her, trying not to stare too hard. she was beautiful. all of her facial features glowed over the candlelight. her hazel eyes became more prominent. he noticed the small moles that decorated her face. she was like an art piece that he couldn't look away from.

"thanks for meeting with me again, ms. toni. it's such a pleasure to see you again in the flesh." he said. his throat felt dry, maybe because of how sweaty his palms were. he sipped his water and pretended that this woman didn't make him nervous. "would you consider this a first date? candlelight dinner at a dimly lit restaurant sounds like a date to me."

"no. not at all. my first dates are much more private than this, mr. holmes." noted. she liked her privacy. the gears in his brain were already turning on what could be a perfect first date for her. "why are we here, mr. holmes? are you signing with malecon or just trying to seduce me? you can't have both. you're my client or you're a suitor."

he tried not to get distracted by how his name rolled off of her tongue. it was enough to make his heart shudder, but he focused on her words instead. "i thought it was obvious, ms. st. cirie. but let me make myself clear. i'm not interested in being one of your clients. i know you're great at what you do, but i want something more than that. i want the opportunity to get to know you and see what becomes of it." there was no turning back now. all of his cards were on the table. either she could choose to play or she could move on.

if this was anyone else, toni would have left the table. she would have made sure he never had the ability to contact her again and she would have moved on with her life. but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to him. she put the truth out there -- and he picked personal. he seemed confident and sure of what he wanted. so toni resolved to give him one shot.

"fine." she stood from her seat, pushing the chair back before she sidestepped it and dragged it around the table to sit closer to nasir. "next time, mr. holmes -- be this direct and clear. i like men who know what they want. i have shit to do and i don't like to waste my time." she settled the chair closer to his before retaking her seat and brushing her hair over her shoulder.

she was close enough to smell his cologne. he smelled of flowers and woods. she liked it. "best believe i tried to get in contact with you, but you're a busy woman." he said, licking his lips. her eyes fell there. "if we on a personal basis, i need you to call me by my first name."

"okay, nasir. you can have one date. but only if you're a good kisser." toni said, eyeing him. she was testing him. toni prided herself on being an intelligent woman. she was also notoriously untrusting when it came to people. she made them pass tests and bend over backward to prove themselves to her. it was her old childhood battle wounds that made her that way. testing nasir was natural to her. she offered exactly what he wanted on a silver platter and waited to see what he would do.

"i can show you better than i can tell you." he smirked, looking at her lips for a moment. nasir cradled her face in his hands and leaned forward. closing his eyes, he pressed a brief kiss to her lips. his lips lingered for a moment before pulling away.

most men would have groped her or stuck their tongue down her throat. they would have taken that one shot to devour as much of her as they could because the odds were...that this was their only chance. but nas surprised her. he showed restraint and patience...as well as the fact that he was confident he'd get another date. damn it. he passed. toni blinked at him in surprise, her hand briefly lifting to press to her own lips. he managed to surprise her.

"where are you taking me?" toni asked him softly, still trying to figure him the hell out.

"it'll be a surprise. you'll know sooner than later." he said before their eyes met. "can i ask you something though? what do you like to do?"

toni smirked, her intent devious, but unable to stop herself from thinking he was cute. "i thought you knew everything there was to know about me." she didn't know if nasir was actually serious about her but he worked his ass off for the time -- and seemed very determined to prove himself. so she'd let him. what was the worst that could happen?

"i know what you tell your interviewers and what you post on instagram, but that's not much."

"i like quiet. i like peace and calm. i don't want big and flashy -- i can do that for myself. something intimate and...from the heart. no fancy jet for dinners in milan or something. just...buy me flowers. make me dinner. take me to see something close to your heart. simple stuff."

"alright, i got you. it'll be the most uneventful eventful date you've ever had." he said, smiling at her.

"i'm actually looking forward to it." toni said honestly, grinning back at him. her gaze lingered on his tongue as he licked his lips. whoa, boy. she had to pull herself together or she was in trouble. "i'm going to count this as a first date anyway since you made me move two meetings for this. i thought i was getting a new client. not a new lover."

"nah," he shook his head. "remember this ain't a first date. plus, you special. i gotta plan some shit out for you."

toni quirked a brow, surprised that he contradicted her. she thought for a minute that nas was going to be wrapped around her finger. he had worked hard enough for her attention -- and seemed to have a crush on her. still, toni liked that he was insistent on having his way. good. she didn't want a man she could run over. "alright then. i won't count it. but don't make me wait too long. i kind of find you charming."

a week later, their schedules hadn't aligned for a date yet. but he called her everyday just to hear her voice. the conversations could be long or short, depending on their schedules. he didn't mind. he just wanted to learn something new about her. A few days ago, he learned her birthday was coming up, and she had no plans. nasir wanted to do something special for her.

he ordered dozens of roses to be delivered at her house. he didn't know if she would have time for him today, but he wanted her to know that he was thinking about her. as he sat on the couch, he dialed her number, just to see if she received his flowers and wish her a happy birthday.

he didn't expect her to answer after two rings but she did. "i love them." she said, skipping over formalities. "you didn't have to do this."

he smiled, listening to her voice. "i know i didn't have to. i wanted to. happy birthday, ms. st. cirie."

"thank you. what are you doing today?" "nothing. my schedule is free for the rest of the day." "come over. i'll text you the address."

"alright, i'm there. give me an hour."

nasir was surprised she invited him over to her house. the hardest part about her invitation was finding something to wear. he didn't know if he wanted to go casual or formal, so he went with the in-between. a pair of khaki slacks with a brown collared button-down and tan dunks. the second hardest part was fighting through l.a. traffic to get there.

after going through security, he gazed through his windshield with amazement. her house was just like he expected it to be. grand and elegant. it definitely looked better than his penthouse in the downtown los angeles area.

he got out of his black mercedes benz g-class suv, grabbing the bottle of 1999 sauvignon he brought. he closed the door behind and walked to the front door nervously. he never met a woman that had him nervous like this. he knocked a few times, waiting for her to answer it.

she opened her door with a smile. "you look very handsome, nasir." she said, beating him to speak.

"thank you. you look very beautiful," he said, gazing at her outfit. it was a pink dress that complimented her curves better than he did. nasir pulled her in for a brief hug, familiarizing himself with the same scent he smelled last week. he hoped when he left that her essence trailed him. he kissed her cheek before pulling away.

toni stepped aside, allowing him to step into her house. he looked around the house, nodding his head. he was impressed. toni had good taste, but that shouldn't be surprising. he held up the bottle of wine. "i was saving this for a special occasion, but what's more special than your birthday?" he grinned.

toni took the bottle from his hands and started walking towards the kitchen. nasir followed behind her. his nose was instantly hit with the smell of seafood and sausages. his eyes followed the scent, spotting a big silver pot on her stove. then he noticed the steam. "thank you, but you didn't have to do that."

"stop telling me what i don't have to do, toni. i did it because i wanted to. are you cooking?" he asked, squinting his eyes. this woman was different. he didn't know too many people who chose to spend their birthday alone and cook for it as well.

"yes, you came just in time. i missed home, so i made gumbo. i got our plates sitting at the table waiting on us." she said as she placed the bottle of wine in her fridge.

they sat and ate gumbo. nasir raved about how good it was throughout the meal. then they had a glass of some of the wine he bought. now, they were cuddling on her couch with their second glass, watching an old western. toni fully intended to spend her birthday alone.

it's what she normally did. she preferred the isolation to people making a fuss over how old she got. she preferred to work than to think about her three failed marriages and no children. she had nothing to show besides a business. but she wanted more...even if it was hard to admit to herself. it was why nasir was here. he was interested in getting to know her so he had to see her as more than just a fantasy.

so far, she didn't have any regrets about inviting him over. she was actually glad she did. her head rested on her shoulder, and his hand sat comfortably on her thigh. he kissed her forehead, looking down at her. "you know, i still owe you one more birthday present. i gotta get your permission though."

"oh yeah?" her brow quirked. she had a feeling about where this was going. they were still getting to know each other, but it was her birthday, and the warmth of his hand against her thigh encouraged her to say yes to whatever proposal he had. "what is that?"

"let me eat you out.." nasir said, his voice only slightly above a whisper. it sent a rumble to her core. she couldn't say no now.

"well what are you waiting for?" it was like her voice ignited the fire inside of him. he sat his glass on the coffee table in front of them before grabbing hers and doing the same. he slipped his arm around her, before he got on his knees in front of her.

she wasn't used to a man wanting to cater to her like this. she liked it. nasir pulled her to a sitting position, causing her to let out an audible gasp. he pushed the coffee table back to give himself more space. grabbing her foot, he kissed her big toe then her second toe and continued until he was at her pinky toe. then he brought her big toe into his mouth, sucking on it hard. she let out a low hiss.

he did the same with her other foot. he was taking his time. part of her was screaming at her to rush him, but the other half wanted to see what he would do next. she let that half win. nasir kissed a trail to her core. her thongs were already drenched, and she was starting to grow impatient. it was nice feeling his lips all over her body, but she needed them on her pussy and he was playing. "stop teasing --" her voice caught in her throat after she felt the flick of his tongue against her core. her underwear was pushed to the side, and now she was at his mercy.

his tongue rolled against her wet lips, causing her to moan lowly. he murmured against her box, "mm, why you ain't tell me this pussy taste that good? open them legs wider for me." now, she was doing as he commanded. she opened her legs wider for him. his tongue dragged to the bottom of her slit, then back to the top, collecting her arousal before bringing it to her clit. toni hissed, grabbing his head for support.

he parted her lips with his two fingers before placing his hot mouth against her clit. his tongue flicked and circled around her bub like he already knew what would make her hot. she thought she would be able to control herself, but once his inserted two digits inside of her, she became a mess. "f-fuck, nas," she hissed.

her body rutted against his fingers, causing them to push deeper inside of her. she moaned loudly as he stroked her walls, and his tongue lapped away at her clit. the sounds of her wetness, his slurping and her moans all competed to be the loudest in the room. as her eyes squeezed shut, his tongue transported her to a different universe. she wished she could go back in time to notice him at whatever award show he saw her at so she could experience this sooner.

he alternated between sucking, licking, and kissing her clit as his fingers worked to find her g-spot. toni felt the familiar tightness in her stomach. "don't stop i'm about to--" nasir sucked her bud harder and stroked her faster until she came all over his fingers.

her hips jerked against him as he stroked her until her legs stopped shaking. he licked her slit dry. nasir kissed her clit and slowly removed his fingers from inside of her. he licked them clean. as she came down and her breathing steadied, she started to think that maybe she could keep him around.

[megameatymatt]

If Beyonce HAD to win album of the year, it should've been for Renaissance. Cowboy Carter was not it. Love her though♡

[joannasteez]

ruining me

pairing: cody rhodes x oc (alana) warning: descriptions of sex. minors dni pls! authors note: this oc was/is an ongoing collaborative effort between @harmshake and i...you all are just reaping the benefits of a lot of yapping and informal world building. read this and if you liked it then say something to me about it! word count: 900 beans

the danger is the allure isn't it? the sweetness of forbidden fruit. the lingering of his palm during obligatory handshakes and those baby blue eyes pressurizing the skin to rise charmed and overwrought. the truth of it is terrible too. a public relations coordinator fraternizing with the company's top champion. the sharp point of alana's shoe skimming to tease his ankle. a delicate rub of leather against his patterned socks. poor judgement amidst a meeting. a campaign for wrestlemania no less.   

the cognitive dissonance is foolish considering the circumstances, sure, but the private moments are too sweet to not enjoy. to not revel in. torn apart, sheer pantyhose and his teeth nipping her inner thighs. bathing his nose in perfumed lined skin till it's staining his lungs. 

gifts, for practically every time she smiles at him. bracelets and necklaces and the perfumes she's had to set on a rotational schedule. that one little post smackdown getaway he'd planned last minute, from the ring to a plane to a finely grained sand beach. her legs tangled between his and their lips only parting to breathe. 

but mania season is a busy affair. months of planning and hair pulling stress. he didn't have time to indulge that impulse of spoiling and needless devotion. or, thats how it feels at least. what with his endurance and that little penchant for tugging her to the edge of the bed and keeping her spread for his tongue. he's tunnel visioned these days. focused and maybe stretched too thin. he doesn't lament about the exhaustiveness too much though. just tucks her into him and snores light. an admirable piece of his character amongst the other things, that selflessness, but the tension builds even in the silence doesn't it? hitches in the shoulders and in the practiced shape of a smile. he's due to crack soon enough and it doesn't help that alana is also due for a bit of ravaging. ragdoll treatment and some light admonishing before he's soothing over it all with delicate kisses and the weight of his body. 

the tip of her shoe against his ankle—slowly but surely rising past the opening of his pant leg—just so happens to be the latest in a well documented list of things she's done since the beginning of the week. little teasing things she's positive he's taken note of. 

the partition in his newly bought range rover suv has a push to engage button. volume adjusters accessible from the rear as well. 

soft melodies rising to a level worth drowning out the charm of her whimpers. the driver doesn't need to know what she sounds like.

the stripping tear of some newly purchased ultra sheer stockings and the bright play of a hiss. precision in movement. his fingers sweeping pass damp fabric to nudge at the pulse of her clit. thumb flat and rolling over firm till she gasping from that telltale bursting feel. seizing the moment to catch his tongue between her lips. short nails tugging through that fresh blonde job and a moan just shy of too loud. "mhmmfuck".

the safety of the seatbelts had been abandoned some minutes ago. an amalgamation of prior dangerous doings informing this latest one. a leg stretched and slung over his to spread her wide. enough to bare the eagerness of his fingers. an easy, shallow starting drag into her pussy that fogs the brain and slacks the jaw. two fingers curling in and the trail of his mouth to the skin of her neck. lip between her teeth with an attempt to hold all of that wispy, drawling noise. the kind saved for bedrooms and comfortable sheets. but with what little sense of sound mind left, alana figures cody doesn't care much. accepts the carpeted, leather interior of the car as much as he would the luxury of a spacious bed. 

"you make it impossible to focus", he groans. bits of resentment in his tone. troubled by the failure of his usual 'get shit done' attitude. a screwing drag of a motion in his wrist working up as he curls the tips of his fingers. tucking them in and stroking to sweeten the burn and coil in her belly. 

alana's head rolls right. a stuttered breath that fails to fill the lungs. disrupting his lamenting as her nose knocks into his. a whine drawing up quick to ride under the music as he retracts. "please". at the seam of his mouth. 

"they're talkin' merch and metrics and arena gates". more of that bass and minor resentment. his tongue licking in for something languid. testing his influence with a suckle. her clit throbbing harsh in an instant. hands on him fervent, playing with overdone nerves but without direction. running at his neck and into his hair . "immaterial bullshit", he grips. slipping downward again. playing his fingers in the mess she'd made with the tease of a third finger. 

"cody, please". 

a satisfied hum. nestling in as she stretches. body opening up under the persistent demand of his maneuvers. thick and wet at the base, near his knuckles. "i just keep thinkin about you", he breathes. a slight defeat in his tone. like maybe once upon a time he'd tried to corral his strength well enough to fight against the full force of his feelings. 

the break of everything is close enough to taste nearly. tingles at the nape of her neck and toes curling up, even in the restriction of her heels. a sobby whine cutting up from her throat. her hips rocking to follow the rhythm of his fingers. nearly turned up eyes from the fullness and her head going lax against the car head rest. his lips at her mouth still. feeding in words as she hitches from that telltale bursting. 

"you're ruining me".  

[rotting--melody]

Crazy in Love . . .

Yandere!Miguel O'Hara x Gn!Human!Reader

Hello everyone! Just a heads up, this is part one of a two-part fic that I was requested to do! Well, technically, I was only asked to do part 2, but I just can't pass up an opportunity to write a cringe good yandere fic! Definitely not because I couldn't figure out how to write a good one-part Yandere fic.

wc-> 2.2k (holy shit)

cw-> yandere behavior, possessive behavior, stalker behavior, not smut yet, but trust me it will be MESSY in part 2

(fic directly below the cut)

Working for the Miguel O’Hara was not what you expected it to be.

It was worse.

Ungodly hours, strict rules, and no room for error. Working for him was what you imagined being the right hand for the devil was like. Not to mention that it seemed like he had a personal vendetta against you. Whatever you did, it was never good enough -working overtime, filing his mission reports, making sure his ‘spider cave’ was spotless- nothing was enough for the man monitoring the multiverse.

And yeah, sure, the pay was good, and you did get dental and health care (he might be a monster, but he's not a villain), but god, Miguel ran you fucking ragged. Since the day you were hired, he’d been nothing but a douchebag to you.

Of course, it wasn’t all bad. You’d made many great friends, the closest being Peter B, Gwen, and Hobie. You four were practically inseparable, and everyone knew it. You and Gwen were especially close, with you taking an older-sibling role in her life. Unfortunately, there was very little free time to just hang out with them while you were at the Spider-Society headquarters. For whatever reason, Miguel never let you spend longer than your (generous) ninety-minute lunch break outside of the dark little cave he called his office. And usually, that time was interrupted by none other than Mr.O’Hara himself. You knew that in being his personal secretary you’d be expected to run around and do things for him, but at this point, you felt like Andrea Sachs in The Devil Wears Prada, constantly running your ass off for an ungrateful and spectacularly moody boss. To be entirely honest, compared to Miguel O’Hara, Miranda Priestly looked like a fucking angel.

You quietly chuckled to yourself, conjuring up the image of Miguel strutting around in a pair of violently red Prada heels.

“What's so funny, Y/n?” Gwen asks, tilting her head slightly to the side.

“Nothing,” you dismissed, “Just thought of something funny.” You lightly cleared your throat and took a sip from the water bottle in front of you.

A sudden beeping erupted from your pocket, and you gave a loud groan.

“Lunch break over already?” Gwen says with a small sigh.

“Yeah, sorry kiddo,” you say, checking the message on your phone. Of course, it’s Miguel, probably wanting you to do something he could easily do himself. “You want to swing by my place after I get off? We could watch some cheesy flick and gossip like high-schoolers.”

Gwen excitedly nods her head, and you give her a soft smile. Giving her a parting hug, you quickly make your way back to your and Miguel's shared ‘office’. There, you’re met with the annoyingly attractive back of your boss.

“You’re late.” He grumbles.

You make a sound of exasperation. “I literally came here as soon as you called. Sorry that this place- that you designed, by the way- is built like a fucking labyrinth!” God, did he get on your nerves.

Miguel's only response is a grunt as you roll your eyes and sit down in your chair in the corner of his office. You quickly start pulling up mission logs on one monitor, and live footage of ongoing missions on the other. Your fingers fly fast across your keyboard, filling out what you’re able to on the logs, while your eyes quickly scan the many videos of Spider-people currently engaged in battle. You had always been fairly good at multitasking, so the work you did for Miguel had never been overly complicated. Truth be told. You really had no idea why he chose you for the position of his secretary. You’d think with Lyla, he’d have everything he’d ever need right at his fingertips.

After a few hours of mindless paperwork and watching battles, you decided to call it quits. Your eyes had started to burn, and your fingers were cramping. Finishing up the last few lines of what was (hopefully) your last log of the night, you stood up and stretched your sore muscles, and cracked a few bones.

"I'm leaving for the night, O'Hara. You have my number if anything happens."

Miguel didn't even so much as spare you a glance before you walked out of the room, already dialing Gwen's number.

《♡》

It was well into the early hours of the morning when you and Gwen finally said goodbye. After a long night of greasy food, bad films, and riveting workplace gossip (you would not believe how much drama happens in a place where everyone is fundamentally the same), you wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a comfortable rest on your newly cleaned sheets.

You stretched your muscles a bit, popping a few joints in your shoulders and back for a little extra relief.

You yawn slightly and absentmindedly scratched at your arm while you pick out what to wear to bed. Deciding on a simple pair of black booty shorts and an oversized t-shirt, you throw them into your bed, grab your towel, and quickly make your way into the bathroom.

After letting the water heat up for a couple seconds, you put on your favorite playlist and step in. Despite being thoroughly exhausted, your sheets are new, which means it's time to shave.

After shaving, shampooing, conditioning, and washing yourself, you step out of the shower. You towel dry your hair and then wrap the plush fabric around your body.

Making your way into your bed room, something is immediately wrong. Your instincts are telling you to run, get out, hide, but for some reason, you don't listen. You do, however, go into the top drawer of your nightstand and pull out an incredibly sharp knife (which you had stored for just this reason).

You swiftly make your way around your room, checking in the closet, under the bed, and behind the door. Nothing and no one is there.

"Maybe I'm finally going crazy for real. . ." you say to yourself, shaking your head slightly. You return the knife to it's drawer, and go to get into your pajamas.

You glace over to your bed, slightly confused.

"I could have sworn I grabbed my shorts out?"

《♡》

It's been several months since you lost your shorts, and things only seem to be getting weirder. You've been losing stuff more regularly. First your shorts, then one of your favorite jackets, then your favorite necklace, your perfume, nail polish, and most recent, your body wash (which you had just bought).

What's more, Miguel has also been acting different. Not nicer, but also not meaner. More. . . protective? But not in a good way. Your lunch break was cut from ninety minutes to fifty, and you were no longer allowed to eat in the cafeteria or common spaces.

"What the fuck do you mean I can eat lunch in the café anymore?" You angrily question Miguel.

"You're distracting the others. From now on, you'll have twenty minutes to get your food, and thirty minutes to eat. Which you will be doing in here, with me." Miguel states monotonously, not even bothering to glance at you.

You let out a scoff and roll your eyes. "At this point, why don't you just put me in a cage and chain me to the desk?"

Miguel lets out a breathy chuckle, turning around to look you dead in the eyes. "Don't tempt me, pequiña."

The pit that formed in your stomach after hearing those words was most certainly not one of fear.

You get angry just thinking about that interaction. It had been a couple weeks since it was implemented, and while you had adjusted rather fast, you still didn't like it in the slightest.

Miguel has also been giving you more work, forcing you to stay later and later. You swore that if he wasn't such good eye-candy, you would have throttled him.

Speaking of eye-candy. . . You glace over to Miguel's work station to snoop. If he's going to keep you cooped up in here, you should be allowed to spy on what he's doing.

He's standing hunched over his over-the-top computer set up, watching his many screens and muttering quietly to himself. He calls Lyla up and asks her something quietly. You swear you heard your name, but you were so far away it was hard to discern anything he was saying.

You shake your head and turn back to your work.

《♡》

It was nearly midnight now, and you were still in this wretched place. You let out a loud groan and run your eyes.

“Hey, O’Hara? I'm leaving. Don't call me in tomorrow either, I need the day off.”

Your statement seems to pique Miguel's interest, as he finally moved from the position he's been standing in for hours. He turns around, leaning onto his desk and placing his hands on his incredibly tiny waste (seriously, how is that even fair??).

“Oh really?” he askes, voice laced with something you can't quite pick up on “And why is that?”

You groan again, fed up with your man-child boss.

“Because I just need a day to myself, okay? You've been working me to the bone, and I just need a massage and probably a visit to the chiropractor.” You emphasize your statement by harshly cracking your back on your chair.

He chuckles softly to himself and lightly licks his lips. “You could always ask me for help with that pequiña.”

You flush red at his statement and cough a little. Damn him for being so sexy. . .

“I uh. . . I think I'm okay. Thanks for the offer though, boss.” You can feel yourself practically sweating and you jump up from your seat and begin packing your bag.

Miguel lets out a soft hum and turns back to his computer, smiling ever so slightly.

You glace back up at your boss before you head out of the room, grabbing the little trash bag sitting in the corner of the room to dispose of on your way out. You leave with one final glace back at his broad shoulders.

The walk through Headquarters is silent. Despite being a hub for all spider folk, the halls are quiet, leaving the small click of your shoes on the tile as the only noise.

Lugging the trash bag through the halls, you reach a large dumpster and begin to haul it inside. As you swing the bag above your head, the shitty plastic gives and the contents spill out over the ground.

“Fuck! Eww that's so nasty oh my god!” You yell in disgust at the trash flies everywhere, covering you in the mysterious liquid every bag of trash seems to have.

You quickly wipe your hands off on your pants as you being to (begrudgingly) pick up the garbage from the floor. Crumpled papers, some broken cables, a couple of water bottles, a bottle of your bodywash, some rotting-

Wait.

“What the hell?”

There, sitting innocently on the ground, is a bottle of the bodywash you use. How the hell did this get here?

The bottle is mostly empty, but sloshes slightly when you pick it up, like someone has filled it with water or something in an attempt to prolong its use. You're a little creeped out.

Okay, you're a lot creeped out.

The only people who use the bin in Miguel's ‘office’ are you and him. And you certainly don't remember bringing a used bottle of soap into work to throw out.

Maybe me and Miguel just use the same soap? I mean, I'm pretty sure he lives here so. . .

A chill runs down your back as you hear a voice from the darkness.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?”

You quickly hide the bottle behind your back as you spin around to face him.

“Miguel! Hi! Yeah, everything is okay, I just spilled the trash, sorry to bother you.” You speak fast and nervously, inching closer to the trash bin to toss the hidden bottle inside.

Miguel raises an eyebrow at you, clearly questioning your suspicious actions.

“Ah. Okay then. Do you need any help?” He asks. It feels like he's testing you.

You nervously chuckle. “Nope! I'm all good! Sorry again for bothering you, I'll be leaving now!” In one quick motion, you throw the bottle into the trash behind you and speed walk out of the building and away from your boss.

《♡》

You lay in your bed, unblinking at the ceiling. The soap had been keeping you up. You know it's probably nothing, but with all the weird shit that's been happening to you recently, everything has been putting you on edge.

You toss and turn, your mind both racing with thoughts and completely empty. You don't even realize you're falling asleep until your eyes shut, and you succumb to the darkness.

《♡》

You awake with a start, and a horrible sensation of dread courses through your entire body. You sit up in bed, blinking the sleep from your eyes and scanning your room.

You see nothing.

Until you don't.

A large, shadowy figure stands unmoving in the corner of your room. Two glowing red eyes stare at you from the darkness.

“Oh pequiña. . . I really wish you hadn't seen that earlier. . .”

TO BE CONTINUED‼️‼️

[ryoshiwaah]

chapter 21: MINY/N IS REAL

a/n: dani is trying her best while ningselle isn't trying at all, and drama keeps happening ofc.

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[damiansgoodgirll]

So girl, I’ve seen Beyonce is your favourite singer and she’s my favourite singer so could you please write Reader where she is a huge fan and she’s part of the judgment day and more like Rhea and Damian, she reacts to the album with them and they can’t understand like the hype or something like that because they are not into that genre and like reader has some crazy reaction.

Please it would be so fun! Thank you so my queen 🐝❤️

please, i always imagined what would their reactions be to beyonce or singers they don’t listen to lol, i’m so happy to make this request!

notes : i love rock music and metal too! i just needed to make reader a beyhive and make her hating metal music (please forgive me), also listen to this masterpiece thank you!

damian priest x reader x rhea ripley (PLATONIC)

cowboys

you always loved sharing car rides and hotel rooms with your teammates, especially damian and rhea. they were the first people to ask you to join them in the judgment day, seeing your potential in nxt and being barely twenty one, they wanted to give you a bigger opportunity and so they took you under their protective wing.

finn and dom were nice too, they helped you growing in your skills in the past year and they all took a liking in you but you had a bigger connection with rhea and damian.

they always pushed you, making you reach goals you thought were impossible and you couldn’t thank them enough.

there was one thing you didn’t like about them.

their favourite type of music.

rock. metal. punk. whatever they were listening to. you just couldn’t handle it. there was just one rock song you liked and it was beyoncé’s “don’t hurt yourself” rock song.

so long car rides with them were always a torture. you tried to make conversation most of the time but when it was a 7 hour ride, eventually you would finish topics and so you had to listen to them singing or more - screaming - to their songs.

they usually let you choose one or two songs, but that was it. and everytime you would choose rihanna or beyonce they would take over it.

finn once told you that metal heads only cared about their favourite music. the rest was trash for them. you didn’t believe him at first, thinking he was only overreacting but in this year you realised how right he was.

it’s like they were allergic to beyonce.

but tonight, oh, tonight it was going to be your night.

you were currently in the same hotel room as they were as rhea wanted to share a room with you all. you knew what was coming at midnight and so you asked multiple times to have a separate room from them, you didn’t give them explanations but rhea wasn’t having it.

so, a huge bedroom with two kings sized bed - one for damian and the other one for rhea and you - and a huge tv with all the apps you needed, spotify included was what you got.

the shock came when the track list dropped a day prior, letting you know that there were going to be 27 songs.

they can barely handle one song, how were they going to react to 27 songs?

you still didn’t ask them, as whatever band rhea was playing on spotify - probably motionless in white - were blasting in the room and you were currently fidgeting with your fingers.

the best guess was probably that they would leave you alone for two hours or so. maybe going at the gym or somewhere else. the worst guess was that they probably would laugh at you and telling you no. that would be the worst because you had been waiting for this album since the announcement day and you were already excited at the thought of a new beyonce album.

fifteen minutes to the album drop and you were already imagining yourself leaving the room to go somewhere else to listen to the album.

“guys!” you called for their attention. you were sitting on the bed next to rhea and damian, who were playing some cards game.

“you okay?” rhea asked and you nodded.

“i have something to ask you…”

“go on” rhea’s curios faced looked at you. rhea always liked the way you got shy around them, even if you had been with them for the past year. she kinda knew what you were going to ask, as you had been fangirling about the album with bianca belair for the past two weeks but still, she wanted to hear you asking them. deep down she knew she couldn’t say no to you.

damian, on the other hand, had no idea and he probably was going to have a heart attack at your request.

“so…i have a request…and for once i would like - uhm…i would like that you would consider my feelings” you struggled at first making rhea slightly chuckle.

“did we do something?” damian’s worried expression looked at you.

“no no no, you didn’t do anything to me…uhm…it came out wrong” you said “so, uhm…i don’t know if you know, probably not, but beyoncé’s new album drops in like ten minutes now and - uhm…since we’ve been listening to metal music all day long and i haven’t complained once - i would like to ask you if you could let me listen the album here? like, i know it’s not your type of music but i would really love to listen it here and not going like in the gym or somewhere else…since we have spotify and stuff…” you asked.

rhea was smirking and damian was very much confused.

“that’s it?” rhea asked and you nodded.

“why were you so scared to ask us that?” damian asked you this time.

“i wasn’t scared…”

“yes you were” he pointed out. he kinda felt bad that you had to ask them such a simple thing. yes, he knew beyonce wasn’t his music but he couldn’t see why it was a thing to ask.

“so?” rhea asked “you kinda looked scared”

“it’s not that. it’s just i know it’s not your type of music and you always act dramatic when finn or i ask if we can listen to something else so i thought it was going to be a problem for you”

“we always let you put your songs on” damian said.

“yes, and then you and rhea talk over it”

“oh” he said “i didn’t mean to do that i promise”

“okay…” you smiled “so you really are going to listen beyonce with me?”

“yeah, i mean, i don’t think 13 or 14 songs could hurt us” rhea joked and damian laughed too.

“actually…it’s 27 songs”

“what!?” the both screamed, making you chuckle.

“you still have five minutes to back up because the album is about to drop” you said as you were searching beyonce on spotify.

you observed the way rhea and damian looked at each others. definitely not ready for the outcome. but rhea couldn’t help but notice how excited you were about the album, and how you were happy with it. just a small thing that made you the happiest she ever saw you.

“here we go!” you almost screamed jumping back on the bed, sat between rhea and damian as you were about to press play when you saw the album popping up on her spotify home “are you ready?”

“wait…is it a country album?” damian asked and you nodded.

“you should have gave us a little more of infos about what kind of death we have to die…” rhea added a little dramatic, making you laugh.

“oh shut up! it’s gonna be great!” you said pressing play.

you were in tears after the first minute of ameriican requiem and now damian and rhea thought you were the dramatic one.

it got worse when beyoncé’s cover of jolene started as you always loved that song growing up.

“so she stealing songs?” damian murmured, earning a side look from rhea and punch in his stomach from you “okay i apologise”

the death of you was when daughter started, you knew beyonce was capable of anything but opera? the italian part? you were a crying mess, and even though neither of them were understanding the hype around beyonce, they couldn’t deny she was a great artist.

they were a little shocked when they saw you crying over her songs and they didn’t know what to do. if they should console you or letting you cry in peace.

“oh she’s doing it again!” you screamed when spaghetti started.

“doing what?” rhea whispered never getting a reply back.

you were crying and then you were not.

they felt like they were babysitting a baby.

damian was trying to stay awake just for you and rhea was kinda amused by the reactions you were having to her songs.

ya ya made you start jumping on the bed, tyrant made you feel like you were a porn star and ii hand ii heaven made you cry all over again.

one hour and a half later the album was over and you couldn’t believe the masterpiece beyonce just dropped.

“so?” you asked them, noticing their confused looks “did you like it?”

they knew they couldn’t say no because you looked too happy and they didn’t want to ruin your mood but they couldn’t say yes because - country? - definitely not their genre.

“i gave up after the jolene cover” damian joked, earning another side look from rhea “joking joking…it was interesting”

“rhea?” you turned to her and now she was speechless.

“uhm…yeah, it was an experience” she smiled at you, making you smile too.

you were happy with their reactions so you went all to bed.

two days later

another car ride. another show. another hotel room to be shared with damian and rhea.

you hit the shower first, tired of the trip you just had, you wanted to relax a bit before going to bed.

“your body laid out on these filthy floors

your bloodstains on my custom coutures

bathroom attendant let me right in

she was a big fan”

came from the bedroom. except it wasn’t spotify.

“they keep saying that i ain’t nothing like my father

but i’m the furthest thing from choir boys and altars

if you cross me i’m just like my father

i am colder than titanic water”

you heard damian singing.

he was singing beyonce. the opera song. they really thought you couldn’t hear them so they kept singing or more like, whispering, but you would catch a someone singing a beyonce song even in the loudest crowd.

rhea joining him too was something else.

you really couldn’t believe that but you pretended nothing happened because you knew you would have ruined their egos.

damian and rhea singing beyonce?

no one would believe that.

but you did.

and that was enough for you.

[uranometrias]

published a spencer fic on wattpad && im so excited to see it come to life!!

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À DEUX PAS

PART V : À UN PAS

part I , part II , part III , part IV

pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

A/N: sorry for the very long wait here is part 5

Y/N POV:

Bondy, Spring 2016

It had been a little over two months since he left. Two months of waking up every day with that hollow feeling in my chest. It was strange, almost absurd. Shouldn’t I be used to it by now? After all, I knew he would leave someday—that he’d leave Bondy to chase his dreams. But knowing something doesn’t make it easier to live with.

I’d stopped counting the days, but I couldn’t forget the absence.

That morning, soft summer light filtered through my curtains. I’d been awake for a while, lying still, staring at the ceiling. Each day felt the same as the last.

Finally, I sat up slowly, my feet touching the cold floor. I could feel the fatigue etched into my face, but I didn’t bother looking in the mirror as I passed the bathroom. What was the point?

Downstairs, the smell of coffee filled the air. My mom was already up, as usual, scrolling through her phone. She barely glanced up when I walked in.

“Sleep well?” she asked distractedly.

“Yeah,” I replied flatly, pouring myself a glass of water.

She didn’t press further. She’d grown used to my short answers lately. I think she could tell something was off, but she didn’t push.

I sat at the table, idly playing with my glass. The house was quiet, save for the sound of her flipping through a magazine.

My phone buzzed on the table. I glanced at it quickly—just an Instagram notification. I sighed. Since he’d left, every buzz made my heart skip, even though I knew better.

I headed upstairs, trying to focus on my homework. Math. Just looking at the equations gave me a headache, but I had to get through it. I picked up my pen, attempting the first problem.

Nothing. My mind wandered again.

I grabbed my phone, just for a break. No new messages, of course, but my fingers instinctively went to his name. I stared at the empty conversation. No new messages in weeks.

My chest tightened. I put the phone face down, determined not to touch it for the rest of the day.

\\

The afternoon came and went without me noticing. The house felt suffocating, so I threw on a light jacket and stepped outside.

The streets of Bondy were alive with their usual rhythm—kids playing, neighbors chatting, and the distant hum of traffic. I walked aimlessly, letting my feet guide me. The sun warmed my skin, and for a moment, I felt a little lighter.

Eventually, I found myself near a small park. I sat on a bench, watching people pass by. A couple walked hand in hand, a group of friends laughed loudly, and a dog chased after a ball. Life went on, as it always did.

\\

A little while later, I decided to grab something to drink. There was a small café just a few blocks from the park, and I figured it would be a good way to clear my head.

Inside, the familiar smell of freshly ground coffee greeted me. The clinking of cups, the hum of conversations, and the hiss of the espresso machine felt comforting. Here, at least, I could escape for a while.

I ordered an iced tea and sat by the window. The sunlight cast a warm glow over the tables, and I tried to focus on the present.

But even here, my mind wandered. I pulled out my phone, hesitating for a second before opening Instagram. As always, his profile was the first thing I searched for.

He’d posted something the day before—a photo of him on the pitch in Monaco, smiling, surrounded by his teammates. I scrolled through the comments, most from fans praising his talent and predicting a bright future.

I should be proud of him, right? After all, this was what he’d always wanted.

Before I could overthink it, my fingers typed out a message.

Me: Hey, congrats on the goal. It was impressive.

I hit send before I could second-guess myself, then immediately put my phone down, resting my head in my hands.

I’d barely finished my tea when my phone buzzed on the table. My heart leapt.

It was him.

Kylian: Thanks, Y/N. It means a lot that you watched.

I read and reread his message, searching for something between the lines. Was it just a polite thank-you, or did it mean more?

I took a deep breath before replying.

Me: I couldn’t not watch. It was… impressive.

Another message came almost immediately.

Kylian: I miss seeing you, talking to you. I hope you’re doing okay.

My chest tightened. His words were simple, but they carried so much weight. I didn’t know how to respond. Part of me wanted to tell him everything—how his absence had left a void in me. But another part was scared.

Finally, I typed:

Me: I miss you too, Kylian.

It was honest, maybe too direct. I wasn’t sure what to expect. The silence from my phone felt unbearable. Maybe I should’ve stayed quiet…

Then, it buzzed again. My heart raced.

Kylian: You have no idea how happy it makes me to read that.

I bit my lip, unsure how to respond. A familiar warmth spread through me.

Me: Why did you wait so long to text me?

A few seconds passed, and I saw the “seen” notification appear. The typing bubbles popped up, then disappeared.

I frowned. He was typing… then nothing.

A minute passed, then two. Just as I started to think he wouldn’t reply, my phone buzzed again.

Kylian: I was scared you were still mad.

Me: And you thought silence would fix that?

Kylian: No. I messed up, I know. But I didn’t know how to come back to you after everything.

I looked down, the words sticking in my throat.

Me: You should’ve tried.

A moment of silence, then he replied:

Kylian: Yeah, but sometimes it’s hard. I have everything I’ve ever wanted, but I realize some things are really missing.

I furrowed my brow slightly as I read his message. My heart beat a little faster. But before I could reply, another message came through:

Kylian: You.

I froze, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. No matter how many times I reread those three words, I couldn’t quite believe them.

Me: Me?

Kylian: Yeah. Since I left, everything’s different. It’s like… sometimes, what really matters stayed in Bondy.

A small smile tugged at my lips despite myself. His sincerity always disarmed me, even through a screen.

Me: Then why are you telling me this now?

Kylian: Because I want to see you again. I wanted to ask… your birthday’s coming up, right?

He caught me off guard again.

Me: And?

Kylian: I’d like to be there. To see you. To say everything I should’ve said before.

I pressed my hand to my cheek, trying to calm the warmth rising there.

Me: It depends. What are you planning if we see each other?

A moment of silence, then:

Kylian: Just to talk. And to see you smile. It’s been a while since I’ve seen that.

I held my breath.

Me: We’ll see. If you can make it, then… maybe.

His reply came instantly:

Kylian: I’ll do whatever it takes to be there. Promise.

I sighed softly, an invisible weight lifting from my chest. But before I put my phone away, another message appeared:

Kylian: By the way… I know Inès annoys you. But it’s nothing. I didn’t want you to think otherwise.

My fingers stilled. I thought for a moment before replying:

Me: Why are you telling me this?

A long moment passed, and finally, he wrote:

Kylian: Because it’s you. You’re the one who matters, not her.

I froze, my eyes glued to the screen. He didn’t add anything, and neither did I.

I simply liked his message before locking my phone and setting it on the table.

I finished my iced tea in one go, then stood up and left the café. The cool evening air felt refreshing after being inside for a while. I still had some time before heading home, so I decided to make the most of it.

Without thinking too much, I headed downtown.I needed a distraction, and a little shopping seemed like a good idea. Maybe I’d find something interesting, or at least something to take my mind off things.

The streets downtown were bustling, as usual at this time of day. People hurried past, some rushing, others lingering in front of store windows. The lively atmosphere lifted my spirits a little, pulling me out of the strange melancholy that had settled over me earlier.

I stopped in front of a clothing store. Through the window, a dress caught my eye. Simple but elegant, in a soft shade I liked. I hadn’t planned on buying anything, but… why not?

I pushed the door open and stepped inside, immediately appreciating the cool air conditioning. The smell of new fabrics soothed me as I ran my fingers over a few items while browsing the racks.

Then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. My heart skipped a beat.

I pulled it out and glanced at the screen.

Kylian: Do you already know what you want for your birthday?

I bit my lip, hesitating. He’d never forgotten my birthday, and knowing he still remembered made me feel something.

Me: Hm… Not really. Why?

I put my phone down and continued browsing, stopping again in front of the dress that had caught my eye earlier. I grabbed it and headed to the fitting room.

As I passed a mirror, my phone buzzed again.

Kylian: Because I want to make sure I get you something you’ll like.

I looked up at my reflection, unable to suppress a small smile. He’d always been like this—sincere, even in the simplest things.

Me: I’m sure whatever you choose, I’ll like it.

I set my phone aside and stepped into the fitting room, carefully unfolding the dress before slipping it on. It fit well—light, comfortable… Maybe I could wear it on my birthday.

My phone buzzed again, and this time, I took a moment to breathe before checking the screen.

Kylian: Then I really hope I’ll be there to see it.

My gaze lingered on the message for a few seconds.

Me: Yes 🙂

The message was sent before I could overthink it. Just one word, simple and unambiguous.

Maybe, deep down, I didn’t want to say more.

A few seconds later, I saw the notification under my message: *Kylian liked your message.*

I sighed, turned off my phone, and slipped it into my pocket.

I paid for the dress at the counter and left the store, the bag swinging lightly in my hand. The air outside was cooler now as the sun began to set.

I walked home slowly, the bag with my new dress brushing against my leg. The evening air was pleasant, a refreshing change after the strange day I’d had.

— Y/N?

I turned, slightly surprised to hear my name. Inès was walking toward me, a small smile on her lips.

— Oh, hi, I said, slowing down.

— How are you?

I nodded, unsure where she was going with this.

— Listen, I just wanted to say… I’m sorry, really. For before.

Her tone was simple, sincere. No awkwardness, no exaggeration. Just her, looking at me with a hint of regret.

I stayed silent for a moment, caught off guard by her sudden apology.

— It’s fine, I finally replied.

She smiled slightly, relieved.

— I got carried away sometimes… but, you know, we were kids. Well, we still are, but you know what I mean.

I couldn’t help but smile a little.

— Yeah, I get it.

A brief silence followed, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Just… normal.

— Anyway, I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. I just wanted you to know, she added, shrugging slightly.

— Thanks, that’s nice of you, I replied simply.

She nodded, then her phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced at it before looking back at me.

— Well, I’ll let you go. See you around,Y/N.

— See you, Inès.

She walked off, and I continued on my way.

It was strange… but not unpleasant. Like a page turning without drama, without shouting. Just an apology, and maybe a new dynamic between us.

At least, that’s what I thought.

///////////

The days passed, and the excitement around my birthday started to grow—at least for everyone else. Sarah and my friends were already talking about what they’d wear, the music we’d play, and even the photos we’d take. I, on the other hand, tried not to think about it too much.

Until today.

I was leaving school with Sarah when she asked:

— Did you book an appointment for your braids yet?

I raised my eyebrows, caught off guard.

— Uh… not yet.

— Y/N! Your birthday’s in two days, she scolded. What are you planning to do, wait until the last minute to find someone available?

I sighed, shaking my head.

— I thought about it, but I was too lazy.

— You’re impossible. Come on, let’s see if Malya has any openings.

Malya was *the* hairstylist in the neighborhood. Everyone went to her for braids, stylish updos, and even hair treatments. If she didn’t have any spots left, I’d be scrambling to find someone else at the last minute.

— Alright, let’s go, I finally said.

We took the bus to her salon, which was a few stops from the school. When we arrived, the place was as lively as ever. Three girls were already getting their hair done, while Malya moved between them, giving instructions to her assistant.

As soon as she saw us, she flashed a big smile.

— Y/N! Long time no see, girl. What are you here for?

— Braids for my birthday, I replied, sitting down on a chair to wait my turn.

— Oh, is it soon? she asked, still working on another client.

— In two days.

— And you waited until now to book an appointment? she said, rolling her eyes. You’re lucky—I have a spot tomorrow afternoon. Otherwise, you’d be out of luck.

I exhaled, relieved.

— I’ll take it.

— Any idea what style you want?

— Long, neat braids. Simple but clean.

She nodded.

— That’ll look great on you. Come by tomorrow at 2 PM, and we’ll get you sorted.

After chatting a bit with Sarah and Malya, we left the salon. I felt a little more excited now. My birthday was really coming up.

On my way home, I got a text from my mom asking me to pick up a few groceries. I stopped by a grocery shop, while browsing the aisles, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

Kylian.

Kylian: How are you?

I blinked. It was the first time he’d messaged me since our last conversation.

Me: I’m good. You?

He didn’t reply right away, so I grabbed what I needed and headed to the checkout. Just before leaving the store, my phone buzzed again.

Kylian: Tired, but I’m okay. Can’t wait for Saturday.

I stared at the screen for a moment. He’d just confirmed he was coming.

Me: You’re really coming?

This time, he replied faster.

Kylian: You think I’d say that just to talk?

Me: I don’t know. It’s been months since we really talked, so…

He took a little longer to respond this time. I saw the typing bubbles appear, disappear, then reappear.

Kylian: I shouldn’t have let so much distance grow between us. But yeah, I’m coming. Promise.

I looked down at my screen, gripping my phone a little tighter.

Me: Alright. We’ll see then.

Kylian: Want me to bring something?

I rolled my eyes with a small smile.

Me: Like what?

Kylian: I don’t know, maybe a gift?

Me: Oh, so you were planning to come empty-handed?

Kylian: I’m just asking to make sure you’re expecting one.

Me: Do whatever you want.

He liked my message.

I sighed softly, slipped my phone into my pocket, and continued on my way home.

//

The days that followed passed without much happening. Between school and my responsibilities at home, I didn’t have much time to think about anything else. Still, every time my phone buzzed, a tiny part of me hoped it was him.

But Kylian didn’t send any more messages.

I didn’t know if it was because he was busy or if he felt everything had already been said, but I decided not to dwell on it. After all, I had other things to focus on… like preparing for my birthday.

Today, I had an appointment with my hairstylist to get my braids done. I loved the feeling of renewal after spending hours getting my hair styled, as if the braids marked the start of a new chapter.

I walked into the salon, greeting the few clients already there. The smell of hair products and the sound of lively chatter immediately put me at ease.

— Y/N! Come on, I’ll take you right away, called Cindy, my hairstylist.

I sat down in the chair as she prepared the braiding hair.

— So, what are we doing today? she asked, gently running her fingers through my hair to detangle it.

— Long, simple braids. My birthday’s coming up, so I want to look good.

— Oh, really? When is it?

— Saturday.

She smiled as she started sectioning my hair.

— That’s tomorrow. Got any plans?

— Just a small thing with friends and family.

— A “small thing”? You know birthdays always turn into big parties, even when you say they’ll be simple, she joked.

I laughed softly.

//

The hours passed, and the salon remained filled with chatter, laughter, and the sound of combs gliding through hair. I talked with Cindy about everything and nothing, and for a while, I completely forgot about my worries.

It wasn’t until my phone buzzed on my lap that I was brought back to reality.

A message from Kylian.

Kylian: Can’t wait to see you Saturday.

I smiled slightly but didn’t reply right away.

— Is that your boyfriend? Cindy asked, noticing me glance at my screen.

— What? No, no, just a friend.

— A friend who makes you smile like that?

I sighed, rolling my eyes.

— It’s not what you think.

She raised an eyebrow, amused, but didn’t say anything else.

I set my phone back on my lap and left it at that.

//////////////////

Saturday arrived faster than I’d expected.

I woke up that morning with a slight sense of excitement. It wasn’t a big party, just a small gathering with my closest people, but I wanted everything to be perfect. After breakfast, I helped my mom with the final preparations, adjusting decorations and making sure everything was in place.

In the early afternoon, I went upstairs to get ready. My new braids fell neatly over my shoulders as I looked at myself in the mirror. I’d chosen a simple but elegant outfit, something that made me feel confident without being over the top.

As I applied a touch of gloss to my lips, my phone buzzed on the dresser.

A message.

Kylian: On my way. Be there soon.

My heart skipped a beat.

He was really coming.

I stared at the screen for a moment, unsure how to respond. Finally, I typed:

Me: Ok, see you soon

I hesitated for a second before adding a smiley face. Nothing more.

Taking a deep breath, I set my phone down and gave myself one last look in the mirror.

Downstairs, a few guests had already arrived. My family, my closest friends—they were all laughing and chatting around the buffet my mom had prepared. The atmosphere was light and warm.

But my eyes kept drifting toward the front door.

I tried not to look too eager, but every sound of a car outside made me perk up.

Then, finally, the doorbell rang.

My heart raced as I walked to the door.

I opened it… and there he was.

Kylian stood on the doorstep, a small smile on his lips. He looked taller—not by much, but enough for me to notice. His expression was soft, almost hesitant, as if he were trying to gauge whether he was truly welcome.

He held a small gift bag in one hand.

— Happy birthday, Y/N.

I smiled.

— Thanks, Kylian. Come in.

Kylian stepped inside, glancing around the room at the familiar faces. My friends, my family, a few acquaintances—they were all there, chatting and laughing.

I closed the door behind him, and the sound of conversations filled the space again.

I took a deep breath before breaking the silence between us.

— You can hang your coat over there, I said, pointing to the coat rack near the entrance.

He nodded and did as I said before turning back to me, the gift still in his hand.

I shrugged with a small smile.

— Now’s fine.

He handed me the small bag, and I opened it with curiosity. Inside was a neatly wrapped box. I carefully tore off the wrapping paper to reveal a delicate silver bracelet.

I held it up to the light, noticing a small inscription engraved on the inside.

“Always with you.”

My chest tightened slightly. I looked up at him, searching for an explanation.

— Do you like it?

I swallowed before answering:

— Of course I do.

He smiled slightly, looking relieved.

— I wanted you to have it. Just… so you know I’m still here.

I looked down at the bracelet, running my fingers over the engraving. A warm feeling spread through me.

— Thank you, Kylian. It’s beautiful.

I didn’t know what else to say, so I did what felt most natural: I put it on right away.

— It looks good on you, he said.

I met his gaze, and there was something in his eyes—something soft, almost regretful.

Before either of us could say anything else, a voice interrupted us.

— Y/N, you there?

I turned to see Inès approaching, a smile on her lips.

My stomach tightened slightly.

She glanced at Kylian before focusing on me.

— Can I talk to you for a second?

I felt Kylian’s eyes on me, but I nodded.

— Sure.

I gave Kylian one last look before following Inès to a quieter corner of the room, away from the noise of the party.

Inès seemed a little nervous, fidgeting with the small gift bag she held in her hands.

— Here, this is for you, she said, handing me the bag with a timid smile.

I took the gift, hesitating for a moment before carefully unwrapping it. Inside was a pair of delicate star-shaped earrings. Simple but elegant, exactly my style.

— They’re beautiful, I said, genuinely touched.

— I saw them in a store and immediately thought of you, she replied, shrugging slightly. I thought they’d suit you.

A smile spread across my face as I closed the box gently.

— Thank you, Inès.

She hesitated for a moment before opening her arms.

— Happy birthday, Y/N.

Without overthinking it, I hugged her back. It felt strange after everything that had happened between us, but in that moment, it felt right.

When we pulled away, she seemed to search for the right words before adding:

— I hope you’re happy today.

I looked down for a moment before nodding.

— I am.

She smiled one last time before glancing behind me.

— Well, I’ll let you enjoy your party. We’ll catch up later, okay?

— Okay.

She walked away, and I watched her go, a strange feeling settling in my chest.

It was odd… but not unpleasant. Like a page turning without drama, without shouting. Just an apology, and maybe a new beginning.

At least, that’s what I thought.

The evening continued, the atmosphere light and cheerful. My friends and family laughed, danced, and enjoyed the food my mom had prepared. I tried to soak it all in, to be present in the moment, but my eyes kept drifting toward Kylian.

///

A little while later, I felt a light touch on my arm.

— Come with me, Kylian murmured.

Curious, I followed him to a quieter corner of the room, away from the noise.

— I just wanted to tell you something ,he continued.

His tone was more serious now. My heart started to beat a little faster.

— What? I asked softly.

He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. Then, he looked at me.

— You’re important to me, Y/N. I don’t want you to ever doubt that.

I stayed silent, letting his words sink in.

— Even with the distance, even with everything that’s changed… you’ve always mattered.

A shiver ran through me.

Our eyes met one last time, and for a moment, the noise of the party faded into the background. It was just him and me, standing there, the air between us charged with something unspoken.

I stepped closer, my heart pounding in my chest. He didn’t pull away. Instead, his gaze softened, and I saw a flicker of something—nervousness, maybe, or hope.

Then, before I could overthink it, I closed the distance between us.

Our lips met in a kiss that was soft and tentative. It wasn’t rushed or dramatic, just a quiet moment that felt like it had been a long time coming. His hand brushed against mine, and I felt a warmth spread through me, steady and comforting.

When we pulled away, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he gave me a small, shy smile.

— I’ve wanted to do that for a while, he admitted, his voice low.

I smiled back, my own cheeks heating up.

— Me too.

For a moment, we just stood there, the weight of everything we hadn’t said hanging between us. But before either of us could speak, a voice interrupted.

— Y/N! Time to cut the cake!

I turned to see Sarah waving at me from across the room. I glanced back at Kylian.

— Go ahead, he said.

I hesitated, not wanting the moment to end, but he gave me a reassuring smile.

— I’m not going anywhere yet.

I nodded, feeling a little lighter as I walked back to the party.

I turned to see her waving me over to the table where my birthday cake stood, decorated with candles. I walked over, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as everyone gathered around.

— Make a wish! someone called out.

I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of the moment sink in. When I opened them, Kylian was standing nearby, watching me with a small smile.

— Make it a good one, he said softly.

I smiled back, then leaned in and blew out the candles. The room erupted in cheers and applause, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

— Happy birthday! everyone shouted.

As the cake was cut and passed around, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. This was exactly what I loved—a night surrounded by the people I cared about.

///

As the evening went on, I found myself stealing glances at Kylian. He was talking to my mom now, laughing at something she said. It was strange, seeing him here, in my world, after so much time apart. But it felt right, like a piece of the puzzle clicking into place.

Later, as the party started to wind down, he found me again.

— I should probably head out, he said, his tone apologetic. My dad’s here. He came to pick me up a few minutes ago.

I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment.

— Thanks for coming, I said softly.

— I wouldn’t have missed it, he replied.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and squeezed my hand.

— I’ll text you, okay?

— Okay.

One last smile, and then he was gone, disappearing into the night.

I stood there for a moment, the warmth of his hand still lingering in mine. The party continued around me, but my mind was elsewhere, replaying the moments we’d shared.

As I turned back to my friends, I couldn’t help but smile. The night hadn’t gone exactly as I’d expected, but it had been perfect in its own way.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt like everything was going to be okay.

/\/\/\/\/\

[trashno0dle]

a silly joke cover i made for @darealsaltysam's wonderful xmen au which ive decided to share here to promote it further because this has comsumed my every waking thought for the past two months now. so please do consider checking out my gf's amazing fic !! <3

[jealousjealousgurlll]

looking for mutuals

Hi! I am new to the Tumblr writing/fanfic community and looking for mutuals.

You can call me Izzy, she/her pronouns and I am 21 years old

My interests/future works will include (so far)

Armando Aretas

Luigi Mangione

Neymar Jr

Lalo Salamanca

A few euphoria characters (still undecided on which ones)

The Weeknd

Jamie (Top boy)

Lorenzo Zurzolo

My writing will include imagines, one shots, stories. Some topics are rated for an mature audience (minors do not interact). For a specific story, I will add warnings and sensors.

Most of my characters will include a black female reader but all are welcomed and appreciated for this blog and my stories.

My favorite musicians include

Lana Del Rey

The Weeknd

Sza

Frank Ocean

Tyler, The Creator

Prince

Beyonce

Kali Uchis

Shakira

All of 1990s and 2000s R&B

Lady Gaga

Rihanna

Adele

Bruno Mars

I may make a story dedicated to a song that I really like or discuss some of my favorite musician's work.

Favorite tv shows

Top Boy

Breaking Bad

Better Call Saul

Sex in the city

Love is blind

Euphoria

Baby (Italian drama)

Birth of a beauty(throwback K-drama😭)

This blog, I hope to accomplish embracing my desire for romance writing and poetry. Interacting with people of the same interest and bringing together a community🤍

Thank You for reading my post and have a wonder day or night(depending on when you see this ^-^)

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Texas Hold 'Em by Beyonce

This ain't Texas (Woo), ain't no hold 'em (Hey) So lay your cards down, down, down, down So park your Lexus (Woo) and throw your keys up (Hey) Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (Stick around) And I'll be damned if I can't slow dance with you Come pour some sugar on me, honey too It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now (Woo, ha, woo)

There's a tornado (There's a tornado) in my city (In my city) Hit the basement (Hit the basement), that shit ain't pretty (Shit ain't pretty) Rugged whiskey (Rugged whiskey) 'cause we survivin' ('Cause we survivin') Off red cup kisses, sweet redemption, passin' time, yeah

Ooh, one step to the right We headin' to the dive bar we always thought was nice Ooh, run me to the left Then spin me in the middle, boy, I can't read your mind

This ain't Texas (Woo), ain't no hold 'em (Hey) So lay your cards down, down, down, down So park your Lexus (Woo) and throw your keys up (Hey) Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (Stick around) And I'll be damned if I can't slow dance with you Come and pour some sugar on me, honey too It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now (Woo)

And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you Come and pour some liquor on me, honey too It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now (Woo)

Woo-hoo Woo-hoo Woo-hoo

There's a heatwave (There's a heatwave) coming at us (Coming at us) Too hot to think straight (Too hot to think straight), too cold to panic (Too cold to panic) All of the problems just feel dramatic (Just feel dramatic) And now we're runnin' to the first spot that we find, yeah

Ooh, one step to the right We headin' to the dive bar we always thought was nice Ooh, you run to the left Just with me in the middle boy, I can't read your mind

This ain't Texas (Woo), ain't no hold 'em (Hey) So lay your cards down, down, down, down (Oh) So park your Lexus (Hey) and throw your keys up (Hey) Stick around,' round, 'round, 'round, 'round (Stick around) And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you Come pour some sugar on me, honey, too It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now (Woo)

And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you Come pour some liquor on me honey, too It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown Don't be a—, come take it to the floor now, ooh

Take it to the floor now, ooh Hoops, spurs, boots To the floor now, ooh Tuck, back, oops (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Shoot Come take it to the floor now, ooh And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you Baby, pour that sugar and liquor on me too Furs, spurs, boots Solargenic, photogenic, shoot

*for more info about the challenge

[kikibereading]

Cowboy 🤠 Carter meets Heather Collins and her man that would do anything for her include going to a Beyoncé show ☺️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65924452

[huntiesworld]

Envious | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n waited for her boyfriend to show up for dinner. Matt shows up drunk and smelling like cheap perfume.

Warning: Glass, intoxication, screaming/ yelling, possible cheating.

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK! Don't Cheat on anyone that is wrong!!

Y/n sat at the dinner table, her anniversary meal getting cold as she waited for Matt to come home. The hours ticked by, but there were still no signs of him. She tried calling and texting, but he didn’t respond.

Frustrated and hurt, Y/n ‘s mind raced with thoughts of where he could be and who he could be with. When he finally did walk through the door, it was hours later, and he was clearly intoxicated. Y/n’s heart sank as she realized he had been with other girls instead of being with her on their special day. 

-I’m in the penthouse half naked  I cooked this meal for you naked 

In a fit of rage and despair, Y/n swept the dishes off the table, shattering them on the floor. She quickly changed into a sleek outfit and headed out into the night. She walked through the streets feeling lost and alone. Everywhere she looked, she saw a happy couple enjoying each other's company. 

Deciding she needed a distraction, Y/n found herself at a local bar. As she walked in, her eyes scanned the room and landed on a familiar face - her ex-boyfriend. Memories flooded back as she remembered the good times they had shared, but also the pain of their breakup. Unsure of what to do, Y//n hesitated before finally approaching him. 

-So, where the hell you at? One shot left in this drink don't make me break it

To her surprise, he greeted her warmly and they started talking. Soon playing pool with a group of friends. Lost in a whirlwind of emotions, engaging in a game with her ex that felt both thrilling and dangerous. In that moment, she realized that sometimes, the past can be more comforting than the present. 

—--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Y/n stumbled into the house, her heels clicking on as she tried to maintain her balance. She looked up and saw Matt standing there, his arms crossed and an expression on his face.

Matt sighed heavily. “Where have you been? Why is the house a mess?”. Y/n looked at him and smiled. 

Matt persisted that she tells him about what happened. Until Y/n turned around when she was walking to her room.

“Where the hell were you? Huh Matt?”. She said, raising her voice. “I smell that cheap ass perfume on you!? 

-Wish that you were me  So you could feel this feeling

Y/n walked up to him and shoved her finger in his chest. “I'm not stupid Matt, I know who you were with.” 

Matt stood there hearing her yell at him. He finally spoke. “Yeah, and what do you know? Maybe I did cheat on you?”

Y/n looked up at him and slapped him on the cheek. “GET THE F OUT MY HOUSE NOW!”. She said pointing to the door. 

“I hate you, Matt!!” she screamed again. The hurt man turned around and walked out the house slamming the door behind him. 

The heartbroken girl walked to the kitchen to clean up the mess, as she stood there trying not to cry. She fell to the floor and screamed and cried in pain. Sitting in the glass she cried and cried, unable to get up. 

-I never broke one promise And I know that you’re not honest

She cried and cried for hours, laying in the glass. Y/n knew that she had to get up, so she wouldn’t hurt herself. She soon crawled away from the glass, moving to the couch and laying down. She made sure that glass wasn't on her so it wouldn’t cut her. The young girl laid on the couch and soon fell asleep while tears streamed down her face and cheeks.

[hyog-blog]

me: hey, brain, how about we write something different for a cha… brain: but what if they meet a fox demon? that'd be cool, right? with some seductive love magic and what if Zhao Yuanzhou dresses like a pampered demon diva in furs and jewerly just to check if Zhuo Yichen really likes him because he's getting all those mixed signals and… me: /at 3 a.m./ okay, fine, cool, sounds delish, bring it on brain: would I interest you in a wedding ring trope? /starts playing Beyonce's 'if you like it, put a ring on it'/ me: you've gotta be kidding me O_O

[beccixxiluv]

What if Beyoncé was the reason earis’s brother died! 😱😱(jk)