Interracial Random Fandom Imagines

Not A Fan {Quavo}

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You never liked concerts. They were just never your thing. They were too loud, too crowded, too cramped, too... ugh. You never liked concerts. But you were forced to go to this one because it made your best friend happy.

B/F/N had been obsessed with Migos since Bad And Boujee but you didn't really care. Don't get it twisted, you liked a few songs of theirs but you weren't a die hard fan ready to slide into their DM's or some shit.

When the concert was finally over you were so relieved and were on your way out the venue but B/F/N stopped you.

"Bitch, where is you going?" she asked.

"Our hotel room?" you answered in a questioning tone.

"I think the fuck not," she said. "I have backstage passes and you promised you'd go with me."

She gave you her puppy dog eyes that you just couldn't say no to. You groaned, rolled your eyes and reluctantly agreed to go with her.

She smiled widely and dragged you backstage with her. A bodyguard stopped you and asked to see our backstage passes. B/F/N flashed them and the guard let you two through.

"We're about to meet Quavo, Offset and Take Off," B/F/N squealed.

"Yay," you said sarcastically.

"Bitch, at least pretend to be excited," your best friend scolded.

"Yay," you repeated, twice as sarcastic as before.

She just rolled her eyes and knocked on the dressing room door. The man who you recognised as Offset opened the door and B/F/N was having a total fangirl moment next to you.

Offset invited you into the room where the rest of the group started to to B/F/N while you just stood off in the corner.

You thought you would be able to quietly sneak away and not be caught but all hopes of that went out the window when Quavo walked up to you.

"Hey little mama, you been real quiet all night," he said. "So, I thought I'd come over and keep you company."

"You ever stop to think the reason I'm so quiet is 'cause don't want your company?" you asked.

"Ouch," Quavo chuckled while playfully laying hand above his heart. "That hurt."

"Good," you smiled.

"I'm—" he began.

"Quavo. Yeah I know," you interrupted. "And not to sound mean, but I kinda don't care."

"I'm guessing you're not a fan then?" he asked.

"Nope," you answered. "But she is."

Then you pointed to your friend who was currently laughing her head off at something Take Off said that probably wasn't even that funny.

"I'm only here 'cause I promised I'd take her backstage and to be honest with you, I'm kinda regretting it."

Quavo laughed at your comment and was about to say something else but B/F/N walked up to you.

"Come on Y/N, time to go," she said in a sad voice.

"Ugh, finally," you groaned.

You pushed yourself off the wall and walked out of the room but not before turning back and giving Quavo a sly wink.

He bit his lip at the simple action.

"Damn."

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Yes I know that this is an interracial book but this was a request and I don't like letters my readers down. But don't worry because I'll be releasing more interracial imagines soon.