The title is very self explanatory it's a series of imagines/short Beyoncé stories and oneshots!
The main characters will be Beyoncé & Y/n & Y/n in some stories will be intersex and in others she won't
This story may also include other celebrities...
It's been weeks since Bey sent me her last text and it's still hard for me to accept it, words can't express how much I miss her. The only thing that's been getting me through it is music, I've been in and out the studio making new music nonstop.
Tonight I have a studio session with Lizzo and I'm very excited, I know what we have cooked up will be a big win for us both. I go to get dressed before I head out. Spraying on cologne as my final touch I grab my wallet and keys and I'm ready to go.
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Arriving at the studio I park in my reserved parking spot before heading inside. I walk inside the studio and dap up the engineer and producer and they pull up the song and let it play through the big speakers letting it play out until Lizzo get's here. After a short wait there's a knock on the door before it's opened and in walks Lizzo
"Hey how are you" I ask as I greet her with a friendly hug
"I'm great! I can't wait till the song is finished, I can hear it playing all over the radio already!"
"I agree. Anything with Lizzo on it always does well" I compliment her as I see a faint blush on her face. I give her a small smile before we start working on the song. After a reasonable 4 hour session we finish up the song and gather my things to leave, as I'm walking down the hallway I notice that it's very empty and quiet. Then I remember the owner wanted everyone out early for whatever reason, but we got so wrapped up with trying to finish that we lost track of time.
As I'm about half way down the hall I hear the bass of music coming from the only occupied room, I don't really think too much of it besides another artist who may have lost track of time like me. So I knock on the door to tell whoever it is that the studio is closed, but no one comes to open the door. So I open the door but I wasn't expecting for who I saw.
Sitting in the chair in front of the mix board is Beyoncé, and in the chair beside her is her husband. From the moment Bey sent that text basically saying that jay made her do it I've been wanting to stomp his head in the dirt since, so with no words said we both charge at each other with him swinging first. I quickly duck under his swing and football tackle him to the ground then punch him in the face as soon as his back hit the floor.
Before he can recover I send another one, some with my right and some with my left. Like the punk he is he pulls me by the hood of my hoodie resulting in a struggle for me to get free. Because of this he's able to send a few blows and they all connect. Little does he knows his hits only anger me more. I'm finally escape by wiggling out of my hoodie now standing on my feet.
He stands too and now we fight head up, (A/N: idk if y'all watched bad boys on zues but the fight between Jonathan and Rico is what I'm visualizing rn) throughout the whole studio it's nothing but thuds that is heard as I send his body going every which way with my punches. No lie we're really are fucking this studio up. I send one final punch that makes him fall to the floor before he can get back up i rush over to him upper cutting him.
