Rappers x fem!reader oneshots (REQUESTS OPEN)

I can make you mine (Tupac x chubby!model!reader)

Warnings: Death mentions, Suicide. 

She's the one. The one he's been dreaming to be with. Tupac stood there, mesmerized. She was rocking out to the funky music playing. The year is 1990, a couple years after he started rapping. See, she was a model. The model named (Y/N) (L/N), who was chubby. She had body issues growing up, people were making her feel bad. Her dream job was being a model. People kept telling her she'll never be shit, and that she was FAT. She said fuck it and became a model. 

Tupac didn't know what to say, or do. "Fuck." he mumbled, then mustered up enough courage to go talk to her. "Excuse me," he spoke up through the music. She turned around. "Oh, hello Tupac. Nice to see you here." 

"yeah, it's a uhh.. pleasure seeing you."

"So what did you need?"

"You know, I think we need privacy for that."

Her friend ooh'd, which in response she hit his arm. She nodded and followed him to an alley. The talked for a bit and then it went silent.

"..."

"...."

"....So..."

"I need to tell you something."

He felt like a school boy with a childish crush, but he was gonna tell her he loved her. It was a little cheesy, the situation they're in, but it's fine. He took a deep inhale and then exhaled out.

"Look, ever since I saw you on the front of those fashion magazines in the store I liked- no loved you. You're just so beautiful and....  Frankly I just want to make you mine. Fuck them other guys. I need you in my life."

She stood there stunned, he liked you.. TUPAC? THE TUPAC SHAKUR?? That's an honor. "Look, we can give it a shot. I like you too, and think you are very handsome." They smiled together. Tupac leaned in but got pushed away. "Nuh-uh mister, not until you take me out to a restaurant." He chuckled and nodded. "Let's bounce, but you should tell your friend that you're leaving." She nodded and quickly went in and told her friend she was leaving, he understood. She came back out, "Come on! We should go!" 

He laughed and chased after her. Let's just say they had... a rough night. ;) 

-7 years later-

(3rd?? Person POV)

You still cried about it to this day, even if it happened a year ago it still bothers you. He got killed, your lovely husband Tupac, got assassinated! STUPID! You could've stopped it but... You just stood there. You sobbed, looking at the ring. You took it off and placed it on the nightstand. You lied down, trying to soothe your pounding headache. "I'm so dumb, I love you..." And with that you passed out. 

You know, you felt like trash, but at least you had your fun and you were happy. He was the best man you could've met. You missed him everyday.

The next day you woke up. "Don't worry baby, I'll see you soon." 

You stood outside the house, on the roof. You stepped closer to the edge, and then you jumped. It felt like you were flying and then it went black. People surrounded your body, by the time the ambulance arrived, you were pronounced dead. You will finally get to see your Tupac again..

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Woah- uh I'm sorry for the sad topics. Anyways, hope this was good, I am on a computer and I can't see the keys lmao.

anyways yeah, this was sad for me to write, I almost started crying.

Dema don't control us,

Zada.