my first story so its prolly ass. Y/N Rivers swore she was done taking on big-name projects. After years of building The 8th Count into L.A.'s most-talked-about dance studio, she finally had her peace: late-night gaming, weekend cookouts, and zero drama. Then Beyoncé called. What starts as a creative partnership on the Renaissance tour becomes a test of discipline, pride, and trust. Between twelve-hour rehearsals, press chaos, and a crew that never sleeps, Y/N has to hold her ground in a world where every move is filmed, every word dissected. But inside the noise-beats, lights, motion-two perfectionists learn how to listen again. Because sometimes, the real choreography happens offstage.

Prologue In the bustling city of New York, there lived a young aspiring artist named Y/n. She had dreams as big as the skyscrapers that towered over her, and her heart beat to the rhythm of the city's vibrant energy. Y/n spent her days working odd jobs and her nights pouring her soul into her art, hoping one day to make her mark on the world. One evening, Y/n found herself at a local art gallery, showcasing her latest masterpiece-a painting that captured the essence of empowerment and strength. As she stood nervously by her artwork, she noticed a figure entering the gallery, radiating an aura of confidence and grace. It was none other than Beyoncé, the iconic singer and symbol of female empowerment. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as Beyoncé made her way through the gallery, admiring the artwork on display. With each step, Beyoncé exuded power and elegance, captivating everyone in the room, including Y/n. As their eyes met, Y/n felt a connection unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Unable to resist the pull, Y/n approached Beyoncé, her voice trembling with excitement. "Hi, I'm Y/n," she said, her cheeks flushed with a mix of nervousness and admiration. Beyoncé smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Nice to meet you Y/n. Your artwork is truly remarkable." Y/n's heart soared at Beyoncé's compliment, and before she knew it, they were engrossed in conversation, discussing art, music, and life in the city. With each word exchanged, Y/n felt herself falling deeper under Beyoncé's spell, drawn to her magnetic presence and inspiring spirit. As the night wore on, Y/n and Beyoncé found themselves lost in the magic of the moment, their connection growing stronger with each passing second. It was as if fate had brought them together, weaving their destinies into a beautiful tapestry of love and passion.

What do you do when Beyoncé comes onto you but she's your friend/roommates mother and she's 20 years older than you? Ryan Destiny & Beyoncé fanfic. 18+ *very explicit mature content, mommy kink, heavy BDSM etc* All of this is just fantasy, please don't think any of the dynamics and relationships depicted are normal or healthy.

Don't go build a life without me, cause you're mine still. A Rihyoncé story

Beyoncé takes on college in this fan fiction starring y/n

Na qual Demi pede para Selena lhe mandar alguma coisa. 》Terminada《

"Well, Y/N, thank you for saving me" she said smiling while shaking my hand. She dropped my hand and walked towards me, giving me a kiss on my cheek causing my face to turn red. Reneé Rapp x Reader G!P

warning this was written in 2023 💀 *𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦* billie samuels, younger sister of aaron samuels and regina georges 13th reason why. regina would say they're enemies and so would most of Northshore, well except for billie who would say they were "𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀" things get messy for northshores queen bee though after realizing samuels tactics might actually be starting to work, and her feelings towards the girl are far more than just hatred. "𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲.. 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗼 𝗜 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲?" "𝗶𝗱𝗸 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸-" "𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲! 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲!" ★☆★ "𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲, 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹?" "𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝘄!" "𝗼𝗵 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱-"

Et si un jour Demi Lovato la chanteuse mondialement connue tombe en panne dans un village et rencontre une belle garagiste ?