#yeat

in which ⋆˙⟡ After you and your ex had a rough relationship, your fanbase is overly protective of you, and they already don't mess with rapper yeat

warnings ౨ৎ fluff fluff fluff, slow burn, enemies/rivals to lovers, mentions of weed use, kissing

masterlist , taglist

to my anon “🪽” i’m sorry it took so long my dear

After your previous relationship with Playboi carti, your fans grew more parasocial than you could imagine. Lots was released about the relationship, the way he treated you and such, it was a very public ordeal.

When the breakup had happened, everyone noticed a new follower that you had received. Yeat. They already didn't like him, the two of you had some sort of rivalry that came from seemingly nowhere, the both of you dropped an album at the same time, fighting for the number one spot and since then, it stuck.

The follow came to as a shock to you as well, you didn't talk to him much unless it was at an event and even then, both of you let your ego run high and didn't have any interest in speaking to each other. The media went wild as it came, his fans trying to defend him with excuses and your fans both attacking and clowning the fuck out of him and his fans. It was laughable watching the whole thing go down on twitter, people assuming different situations when you didn't even know why he followed you.

Of course, the beef didn't go down but about a week later you received a new dm, from the one and only.

You hated the idea of giving into a man, especially him but the best you could do was give it an hour and then dip, nobody would know. The two of you planned to go to the studio closest to your house, there was a way to get in around the back that way if there were any cameras, nobody would know.

You didn't care much about your appearance, you dressed how you would for any other studio session, grey sweats and a white cropped tank. Your hair was in a messy pony, and you did a just lashes look. You arrived just shortly after him, sneaking in through the back and headed into the studio, when you walked in, he was already working on some beats.

"I'm glad you showed up," he teases. "It took a lot." you reply. The two of you sit down and he plays the beat for you, it hurt to think you actually liked where he was going with it, but you refused to admit that. "What exactly are we going for here?" you ask, you knew you were making a song you just didn't know what kind.

His manager who was sitting on the couch behind him walks over and inserts himself, "We want to get your vocals on here," He says, "Keeping your little enemy thing going but making it sound like the two of you don't mind each other." he states. You understood where he was coming from but actually executing the idea and releasing it was stupid, you'd never actually escape the in-love rumors, and your fans would battle it out with no end. If it's bad on twitter right now simply because you followed each other imagine how bad it'd be if you release some shit like this.

You shake your head, "Not messing with it." you announce, his manager gives you an annoyed look, Noah, on the other hand had a look of understanding. "Why not?" his manager asks with a sigh of inconvenience. "I'm not going to feed my fans bullshit for some money," You say already beginning to fire up, "You're already under the impression that your client is better than me so why can't he bring in the money himself?" You bark.

He rolls his eyes at you, Noah catches it. "Alright, just give us a minute." He says, walking his manager out of the room and shutting the door. "I'm sorry, it's all him. You got anything in mind?" He asks, his voice smooth and consoling with you, not like the other times you'd talk. "I don't understand why you want to do this, it's gonna cause trouble for the both of us." You protest.

He sits back against the chair, "Well he for real brought it up but now that were here, you fun as hell." He confesses, "Nobody's ever snapped back at him like that, it's nice to watch." he adds. You roll your eyes at his words, trying to keep your front up. "We can think of some bars and keep the rival shit going, if you don't like the way it comes out you can delete the file." He says.

For some reason each time he's asked you to do something he reels you in so easily, it feels almost impossible to say no. "Whatever, but you still only get an hour today and I don't want him in the room now until the song is finished." You demand, Noah holds his hands up nodding his head.

The hour seemed to fly by, the two of you brainstormed lyrics and had a few conversations here and there, as you were packing your things he stops you, "Thanks for doing this, I know you and your fans don't fuck with me." He jokes. "We don't but you're welcome, just keep your manager out of my face." you tease back. A little of your front had slipped away from just an hour with him. He carried himself very differently on the internet, in person he was soft, he seemed as though he really wanted you there, not just his manager. He walked you to the door, allowing you to leave first.

From then on you two continued to have studio sessions, he kept his manager out of the way and gave you full control of the song, if you didn't like a certain beat or lyric he let you fix it how you wanted, he was patient with you the entire time. Just before your fourth studio session he dm'ed you and asked for your number, which you gave him.

Tomorrow night rolled around faster than you expected, again, you just wore regular studio clothes. Your mind felt twisted at the thought of eating dinner with him and possibly being excited for it., The past three weeks you've spent with him you found yourself more and more excited for the studio.

His car came and picked you up just as he said, luckily, nobody was around to see you and the windows were tinted. You made it there unnoticed, just as he promised. He welcomed you in, the food and dessert sat out on his kitchen counter waiting for you. When the two of you sat down to eat he asked a question you didn't think he'd ask. "What happened with Jordan for real?" The question caught you far off guard, nobody really asked you about it, they just assumed.

"He just got controlling and weird." You replied, you didn't fully know why he started acting the way he did, it just happened. "You're too cool for him anyway. And you know he's a pussy should've come here instead."

"You're stupid." you tease.

The two of you finished up at the table and went to his studio, you caught yourself looking over at him way too often and he'd be looking at you too. Every time you went into the booth he looked at you like you were a walking angel, your vocals stunned him beyond belief, he could barely take his eyes off you.

He ended up rolling a blunt, offering you a hit. You took it and the two of you passed it back and forth, the warm smoke and scent filling up the room. After a while, you grew bored, "Can we take a break?" you complain. Your words and whiney tone make him laugh, "Yeah, let's go." He says. He directs you into the living room, the two of you sit beside each other on his couch, the silence lingers for a minute before he finally breaks it.

"He doesn't deserve you, I don't understand how he could mess it up with someone like you." He says, his words are close to a confession. Your hands were close to each other, you could feel the heat between you. "I for real hate that he fucked with you, I could kill him." He adds. A slight chuckle escapes your mouth, though he's supposed to be someone you hate you can't help but love his presence, he always leaves you craving more time with him. "Thank you Noah" You say with a soft smile.

The silence returns, you feel his hand graze yours, it was light but enough for you to notice. "Why'd you want me on this song anyway?" You ask, breaking the silence. "You're the best and I needed an excuse to be around you. I can only play rivals for so long." He replies. Your brows furrow at his words, you can't help but smile. You thought this whole time he really just had the most annoying ego, the shock of him really wanting to be around you hit you right away. "No way! My fandom could've calmed down so long ago if you would've just said something!" You reply, lightly pushing at his shoulder. "No I couldn't do that, I have a little bit of ego to protect." He teases.

The tension grows after he admitted that, the air felt heavy and it felt as though a magnet was pulling you closer to him. "I really can't believe you didn't tell me! There's other ways to go about this other than being rivals who see each other once in a blue moon." You add, trying to throw the hint out that you feel the same. “I’m telling you now,” he replies with a low chuckle.

His hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb rubbing lightly over your cheekbone as you look up at him with the prettiest doe eyes. He catches your lips in a gentle, slow kiss making sure to feel every minute of what he’s been dreaming about for months now. You slowly slide in closer to him, just close enough to rest your hand on his lower stomach. The kiss deepens as time goes on, you begin to fully grant him access, allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth.

Once the kiss ends he pulls you against his chest, arms wrapped around you tightly like if he lets go this will all just be a dream. The two of you stayed there, nowhere to be and nowhere else you’d wanna be.