#i need him!!!! He's so girlie. I think I wrote a one shot w him

[cryptidcorners]

Another day. Another fucking underrated jhutch character. MAX NATION WHERE ARE YOU !!! one of my friends say he looks like Clapton but like .... sadder LOL. he's so girlie ....

[blushingreid]

Girls’ Night

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

BAU Ladies x Fem!Reader

A/N: Based on this scene in s7ep16 “A Family Affair” (I almost cried Bc I thought I couldn’t find the gifs). We were ROBBED not seeing anything from their girls' night ! So I wrote a lil one-shot about what “happened” during their wild night w/ reader ofc. I hope y’all enjoy it & slide some feedback <3

“Wow you look amazing,” Spencer complimented once y/n emerged from the bathroom. After many cancellations because of cases, she and the BAU ladies were finally having their girls’ night. Penelope had insisted and convinced them to check out a new salsa club that recently opened near her apartment. Spencer had volunteered to watch Henry the couple hours they’d be gone.

Y/n finished putting on her earrings and sauntered over to Spencer who was watching her at the door. “Thanks again for doing this Spence,” she said before leaning up to give him a kiss. She intended for it to be a quick one, but as she was pulling away, Spencer had wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back in for more.

After finally breaking apart for air, y/n’s thumb lightly traced across his bottom lip as they gazed into each other’s eyes, neither one of them pulling apart. “You’re gonna be the reason I’m late.”

Spencer sighed and gave her one last kiss before they headed over to JJ’s. The car ride was quick, even though Spencer had insisted on taking the “scenic route” so he could spend a couple more minutes alone with y/n. When they finally arrived at the house, not even 10 seconds had passed after they rang the doorbell before it quickly swung open. 

“The lovebirds have finally arrived,” Penelope announced as she opened the door and ushered them in. 

Emily waltzed out of the kitchen holding two shot glasses in her hands. With a big smile on her face, she handed y/n one of them. “Yessssss, we can finally get this party started!” she cheered as she watched y/n give her a fake hurt look as she grabbed the shot glass.

“You started pre-gaming without me I see,” y/n teased before tossing back the shot. Spencer’s eyes widened for a brief second as he watched y/n take the shot without a question. He’d never seen her drunk so he wondered how big her alcohol tolerance was.

“Hey you girlies can’t be too drunk before we get to where we’re going,” Penelope whined, snatching the second shot glass out of Emily’s hand. 

Emily’s pleas for it back were interrupted when JJ finally walked out the living room. “Okay, so I got Henry in his little playpen watching Bubble Guppies. That should keep him pretty entertained for a while.”

“Great because our uber is here,” Penelope excitedly announced, opening the door to head out, Emily and y/n following behind her.

“We’ll only be gone for a couple hours. Please don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything,” JJ said as she headed out the door.

Seeing the worry and hesitation in her eyes, Spencer gently ushered her out the door. “I have 3 PhDs, I think I can handle my godson. Go have fun and be safe!” Watching them pile into the car, Spencer stuck his head out the door and waved bye. A hint of worry and curiosity entered his mind about what kind of trouble they would get into. 

JJ sighed once she got into the car. Sensing her worry, y/n gave her hand a gentle squeeze. The car ride was filled with JJ, y/n, and Emily profiling their driver while Penelope ranted about a woman she met in the grocery store the other day. They hadn’t realized they’d arrived until the driver hit the breaks a little too hard. Maybe he’d heard their whispers about him.

“You girlies are gonna love this place,” Penelope squealed as she got out of the car.

“As long as they got some hotties, good music, and alcohol, I’ll love any club you take me to,” Emily said as they entered, she had already starting checking out the club goers. “I’ll grab a table for us.”

“I’ll grab the drinks!” Penelope said, disappearing into the crowd. JJ and y/n looked at each other, silently communicating who should go with who. JJ going with Emily while y/n followed Penelope towards the bar.

As they were waiting for the bartender to make them the special drink of the night, y/n felt an arm wrap around her waist. She instantly shoved it off and spun around to face the stranger. Before she could even tell him to buzz off, Penelope stepped in front of her. “She has a mans already, back off! You’re no where as cute as our Boy Genius,” Penelope barked at the man, staring him down until he left.

“Aw my savior,” y/n awed as she gave Penelope a kiss on the cheek.

After finally getting their drinks and wrestling through all the sweaty bodies, y/n and Penelope found Emily and JJ at a table. 

“Finally! I thought Jayje and I were going to have to send out a search party for you two.” Emily handed one of the glasses to JJ and raised hers in the air. “To girls’ night! Who knows when we’ll ever have another one.”

“To girls’ night!” they cheered, toasting.

“What did you even get us?” JJ coughed after taking a sip of the drink.

Unfazed by the strength of the drink, Emily drank every last drop. “All that matters is it looks pretty and tastes good.”

“The bartender said the green fairy was the special of the night, so I figure we go big or go home,” Penelope shrugged before downing her drink. “Now c’mon ladies, show me that them hips don’t lie,” she said as she headed towards the dance floor.

Y/n hesitated for a second before downing her drink and dancing towards Penelope, who was already mixed into the crowd.

JJ took one last sip of her drink and gave Emily her best puppy eyes. “Em come on, let’s join them,” she pleaded.

Emily sighed loudly, not being able to resist JJ, especially her puppy eyes. “The only salsa I want right now belongs on chips,” Emily groaned as she let JJ drag her towards the dance floor.

After a couple green fairies later and some sloppy dancing all night, they somehow managed to all stumble back to Penelope’s apartment. They barely made it inside before the four of them immediately collapsed from exhaustion.

“I just waaannt y’aaaall to know,... that I lurv you biiiiiitches. I’d step on anyoneee for youu beautiful angeelss,” Emily slurred before passing out on the floor in front of the couch. 

“I f-feel like I wasss uh s‘posed tooo do som’thang. Sleeeeeep sounds better though,” JJ mumbled before dozing off.

The next morning, while they were all peacefully sleeping, JJ was woken up by a buzzing. She couldn’t tell if the buzzing was from her head or something else. Feeling around the couch, her hand was met with a cool object. She held it up to her face, waiting for her vision to clear up. 7:12. Seeing the time, instantly she remembered what she forgot. She sat up and threw a pillow at Emily to wake her.

“Oh no no no! I told Spencer we’d be back in a couple of hours. I left him all alone with Henry!” JJ panicked before running to the bathroom, feeling sick.

“Please. Stop. Yelling. My head is killing me,” Emily groggily muttered.

“I’m sure Will relieved him of his babysitting duties once he got home last night,” Penelope reassured, clutching her head while she went to grab some water. She didn’t make it far into her kitchen before she walked into something, well someone.

“I’m never drinking that much again. My back and my head hurts,” y/n groaned, waking up on the kitchen floor. Penelope helped her stand up before handing her a glass of water.

The next hour went by in a chaotic blur. From each of them throwing up multiple times, JJ’s panicked phone calls to Will about Henry, Emily tripping over Penelope’s shoe collection, and fighting y/n for the cereal, they somehow all managed to make it in time to cheer on Hotch. Slowly, all four of them walked towards the finish line gates. Each wearing their comfiest clothes and biggest sunglasses. They all looked like they’d been hit by a car, and sounded like it too with all the groans they were making.

“Well well well, look who finally made it. We thought y’all weren’t gonna show up till the race was finished,” Morgan teased, Jack sitting on top of his shoulders.

“Couple hours! Couple hours! ‘Oh Spence don’t worry, we’ll only be gone a couple hours.’ And you all didn’t come back home until sunrise!”

“Why are you yelling?” JJ muttered clutching her head.

“Y/n make your man stop,” Emily pleaded as she leaned on the race’s barricade.

Realizing she and her friends have suffered enough, Y/n wrapped her arms around Spencer’s neck and whispered something in his ear before giving him a quick kiss and turning back towards the race. No one heard what she said except Spencer, whose face immediately turned red. He remained quiet the rest of the race, only until he spotted Hotch reaching the finish line.

“So what’d you say to Pretty Boy to get him to shut up?”

[goldensstateofgrace]

Dream Of How You (Tasted) - Chapter One -

(So... my first Series!!! I’ll be working on this a lot, and i want you to know it’s not gonna be perfect because I’m not perfect and my writings definitely not perfect, so bare with me on this journey please!! Who’s ready for some Camgirl!y/n??)

A story about Y/N becoming a camgirl because she needs the money but also because she gets off on the praise she gets from total strangers. She enjoys helping other’s get off while doing so herself. When talk about a one on one session with a guy who always watches her streams becomes reality, what happens when she finds out it was her crush/best friend all along?

I hope you guys are excited!! bc I know I am!! Hope you enjoy, happy reading!!

(Also, i picture Harry as long haired harry, but you can picture him however you’d like!!!)

Word count: 1.7k (4 pages) (i promise the other chapters will be longer!)

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Y/n didn’t know college could be so expensive, her job at the coffee shop on campus just wasn’t cutting it anymore. She needed to find something else to help pay for school and her rent. 

She’s in her second year of uni, all the book costs and the rent for having an apartment so close to campus is outrageous. She tried to find a second job to help with the money problem she was currently having, but couldn't find anything that could work around her classes and coffee shop schedule. 

Her best friend, Harry, tried to get her a job alongside him at his job, but again the schedule didn’t work for her and they couldn’t change it. So now, she's stuck trying to find something to do so close when she needs to pay her rent. 

It was outrageous how much the rent was for a one bedroom apartment close to campus, it’s a thousand - some dollars a month just to be close to campus, but that’s including her light and water bill so she can’t complain too much. 

Harry had offered to let her move in with him to cut down the cost, so she could save some money for school. But she declined because her boyfriend at the time didn’t feel comfortable with it, only to find out on their one year anniversary that he had been cheating on her for a while. Asshole. 

Nothing has been said since, but she wished he would. Moving out of her apartment would help so much, but she didn’t want to ask. 

Lost in her thoughts she didn’t even notice Harry walking beside her, as she walked across the courtyard to class. 

“Why so glum” he nudged her in the side with his elbow, startling her out of her thoughts. She slaps in on the arm, chuckling, “Harry! Don’t do that!”

“You didn’t answer the question, What’s wrong? And don’t give me the ‘Nothing im fine!’ thing you do,” he says, mimicking a higher pitched girly voice, chuckling once he was done. 

“Heyy! I don’t sound like that you twat!” you backhand his abdomen making him rub his stomach area as he grimaces in slight pain. 

“But” she starts, “i’ve just been struggling again, i tried looking for a job but, just like last time the schedule didn’t line up with any of my classes or with when i was working at the coffee shop.” she says, huffing in annoyance. 

Harry nods his head as she talks, listening to her, wishing he could help in some way. He tried before, but she turned him down, she didn’t even tell him why. He figured it had something to do with that cheating ex of hers. 

“Y/n, if you need help, all you have to do is ask. I’ll always be her to help you in any way I can,” he tells her, his eyes flickering over her face, showing nothing but seriousness, a drastic change from his happy light hearted self he was just a few minutes ago.

She casts her eyes away from him, focusing her eyes on the pavement under her feet as she walks. She doesn’t say anything for a while, but eventually she looks up at him, tears filling her eyes. 

“I know” she nods, “Thank you, Harry. You don’t have to, but thank you,” she says, the tears in her eyes threatening to spill down her cheek but they don’t get the chance as she wipes them away before they do. 

Harry wraps his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side and placing a kiss to her head, “I may not have to, but i want to.” he mumbles into the top of her head. 

Her arm wraps around his middle as they continue to walk to their second class of that morning, “Thank you.” 

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“You know what you should do?” Harry's friend Niall says as y/n, Harry, Niall and y/n’s friend Amy sit around a table in the coffee shop having lunch. Y/n quirks her eyebrow up as she takes a bite of her turkey sandwich, motioning him to go on.

Y/n had just got finished telling them about how she was in search of another job, and about how she needed the money to pay rent soon. 

“You should do only fans, or p*** h**, they make lots of money and that way you get something out of it other than stress and tiredness.” he says, making her almost choke on her sandwich. 

“W-what!”  y/n says just as Harry says “Dude! No!” 

“What’s the big deal? Lots of people do it, and you don’t even have to show your face. You could even go by a different name!” Niall reasons. 

Y/n was shocked by his suggestion, but she wouldn’t lie and say she was put off by the idea. Nobody would know it was her, and he did have a point about her not having to go by her own name. 

She couldn’t believe she was actually considering this but, you have to do what you have to do. 

“yeah uh” she clears her throat, “good suggestion Ni, but i think i’ll just stick with trying to find a job near campus” she says, chuckling as she takes another bite of her sandwich. 

“eh, it was worth a shot,” he laughs, before the conversation steers to assignments everyone had to get done and ones they’ve already done. 

After they all finish eating they sit around talking for a little bit before Y/n and Harry had to head for their last class of the day. 

As they walk to class, Harry’s arm that’s thrown over y/n’s pulls her into his side, “You know Niall was coming from a good place, right. He didn’t mean to offend you or anything,” he says, making you look up at him with your brows furrowed in confusion. 

“yeah , i know. I didn’t take any offence to it, but…” she trailed off, “What?” harry asks, motioning for her to continue as they walk past a group of people blocking the sidewalk. 

“Would it be so bad? I mean he had a point about me not having to show my face or use my actual name” she said, her eyes flicking over his face for some kind of clue into what he thought of it all. 

Harry doesn’t say anything for a while, it’s just as they were about to walk into their class that he pulled her to the side and let their other classmates go in first, “I don’t have a problem with it, it’s your body, you have the right to do whatever you want with it. If you decide that that’s what you want to do to make the money you need i’ll support you 100%, if not i’ll still support you, no matter what,” He tells her, looking into her eyes with nothing but seriousness splayed across his face. 

Y/n nods, standing up on her tiptoes and reaching her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, “Thank you, Harry. I honestly don’t know what i’d do without you!” she mumbles into his neck as his arms wrap around her waist pulling her impossibly closer to his chest. 

“I don’t either honestly” he laughs, pulling away from her with a huge contagious smile across his face, only making her laugh and smile too. 

“Come on, let's go to class,” he said, throwing his arm back around her shoulder and leading her through the classroom doors. 

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It was later that night, y/n couldn’t sleep. Her thoughts running wild with what could happen if she did decide to become a camgirl, or whatever it was called these days. 

She was laying in bed, trying to find out more about what comes with being a camgirl, what she needed to do and what other people were looking to watch. 

She had found a girl, her page consisting of videos showing off her curves and sexy lingerie, along with videos of her using toys on herself. All of the videos have over thousands of views, y/n decided that she would message the women who went by ‘daddiespet20’. 

Rewrote her message so many times she lost count before she finally found what she wanted to ask and sent the message,“Hey! I’m y/n, i was wondering if you could maybe help me, i’ve been looking into getting into only fans. Could you maybe help me with some questions I have?”

She waited a while for a reply back, along with going down a tiktok rabbit hole, laughing at the stupid tiktoks Harry posted the other day. Her phone finally pinged with a notification, she quickly pulled the notification bar down to see it was a reply from the women she had messaged, “Daddiespet20: Hi! Yes ofc, ask away.”

She honestly wasn’t expecting to get a reply back, thinking the women must have thousands of people messaging her all day every day. 

Y/n quickly wrote out a message of the main questions she wanted answered, “Thank you sm! It’s only a few questions, 1: does the amount you get paid rely on the amount of views you get on each of your videos?, 2: how did you gain your audience, and keep them interested in what you were putting out?, 3: Do you have any tips on where to start (seeing as I'm new to all of this)?”

The woman answers all of y/n’s questions with no problem, along with telling her some tips on how to get started and how to gain followers. The conversion ends after messaging back and forth for almost an hour, y/n’s walking away with all the information she was looking for plus more. 

Talking to her really helped y/n come to the decision that this is what she was going to do, she was going to make videos of her showing off her body and pleasuring herself. Never in a million years did she think she would come to this just so she could keep a roof over her head and stay in school. 

Now all she had to do was buy some sexy lingerie and some toys, well more toys. What? She’s not a prude!

 It was getting late so she decided she would go to bed and figure everything out tomorrow, along with ordering her underwear and the toys online. She definitely didn’t need anyone from school seeing her by that stuff. God, she could just imagine the embarrassment she would feel if that happened. 

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Feed back is highly appreciated!! Hope you enjoyed 🥺🥰

[cuddlesslut]

Alrighty lets get started!! So i still really new to this so as to not overwhelm my self im going to try and stick to two charcters for now. I’m sorry if its not what your looking for. For the two im going to do my boys Suga and Daichi. Only because i just did Kuroo and  because im still trying to figure out how to write for Reon. I might however come back and write a part 2 with them. 

Prompt : Boys reacting to their tom boyish crushes all dolled up (Daichi & Suga)

just sayin i wrote this while drinking mojitos

P.S. this prompt reminds me of a series called Sinful Sweethearts by @thosenerdy3amthings​ so definitely go check that out!!

Warning: NSFW, FOUL LANGUAGE

Daichi Sawamura NSFW

you have know Daichi basically your whole life

growing up next to him your parents were very close which meant that you two were kept close together 

in fact until you made it to middle school and started playing volleyball for the girls team you had never had any other friends beside Diachi

so it was safe to say that growing up you were more on the boyish side

you were just more comfortable in sweats and baggy workout shorts than skirts. 

you even wore pants to school

even  highschool though you went to a different school Diachi stayed your closest friend you often finding yourself at the Karsuno practice after yours had ended.

 No matter how much your teammates fussed they couldnt convince you to ditch the large hoodies and sweats.

 You and Daichi always supported each other. you never missed his games and he never missed yours (as long as scheduling permited)

the third year boys often teased Diachi for his realtionship with you

“i dont know why yall dont just date already,” suga complained while daichi stated his usual reply “ shes my best friend you know its not like that” he huffs

Suga scowls “ first of all rude im supposed be your best friend, and second it cant be as just friends as you say when you get so protective when the seond years simp for her.”

“i just dont want her feeling weird around the team. you know Noya and Tanaka can be intense,” he explained

“still that doesnt acount for the way Y/N looks at you,” Asahi added to the convo

“what are you talking about Y/n doesnt look at me any special way, we’re just friends ,” daichi stated a little to forcefully almost as if he was convincing himself.

Suga and Asahi share a knowing look thinking about how their captain can be so dense. 

“any way are you ready for your  birthday party tomorrow night ,” Suga asked smiling brightly.

“i told you i dont need a party,” Daichi scolded for the fifth time today.

“ahh c’mon its not everyday you become an adult like the rest of us DI,”

finally admitiing defeat Diachi concluded the conversation.

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it was finally the next day you were more nervous for this party than any volleyball game you had played.

and here you were standing in the tight black dress Suga with the help of your team, you should never wager against suga

Had convinced you to wear to diachis party tonight

still shell shocked you stood in front of the mirror of the bathroom Suga had chose.

It was weird to see yourself so girly

the black dress clung tight   to your body. leaving little the imagination.

Suga better be glad he won that bet

finally calming yourself you look around for your best friend

Finally catching sight of him Diachi stood with Suga and Asahi next to the bar of the club.

Suga was the first to recognize you a evil smirk hitting his face as he drew Diachis attention to you.

You couldnt help but notice how hot he looked in his button up and dark wash jeans, his shirt clinging so close to his chest.

he looked to damn good you thought as you bit your lip

little did you know the birthday boy was having an epiphany of this own

his eyes raked up and down you mind wandering 

had you always had such a great ass under those baggy sweats

“Happy Birthday Captain,” you teased.

Daichi took a sharp breath suddenly taken back by the way the title fell from your soft lips

all he could think about was how you would sound screaming that from under him.

lost in thought he missed the smirk his best friend had as Suga put his pan into motion

you stood there sway to the beat of the loud club music wanting to dance

“Y/n why dont you take the birthday boy for a dance,” 

you smiled before Diachi could protest saying how how he doesnt dance

you pulled him to the dance floor pushing your ass against him reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close to your body as you grinded to the beat

his hands found their place on your hips  

his cock twitched from the pressure of your ass in that short tight dress rubbing against his crotch

you were not helping his growing situation

bodies getting lost in the movement 

you looked up at the boy had been your best friend your whole life with one thought in you head

the same thought flashed into diachis brain

being bold he crashed his lips into yours 

Lost in the contact the kiss lasted forever getting more and more intense 

your not sure how you to got here

but here you were straddling Diachi in the back of his car

his lips sucking bruises into your neck, his large grabbing your ass as you bounced on his thick cock

“FUCK,” Daichi breathed heavily pulling you down into a sloppy kiss tongues exploring “ youre so tight come for me beautiful.”

“im so close Captain you moan feeling him stretch you.

thats it that one word flipped the switch for him he gripped tight on to your waist to hold you secure as he powerfully drilled his hips up into you.

hitting your spot deeper and with such accuracy you were both driven over the edge as you clinched tight around him pulling his release from him.

you both sat out of breath in the hot car, the widows fogged and the smell of sex stinging the air.

“happy birthday,” you said giving him a quick kiss.

he glanced at the watch on his wrist 

he smirked up to you “you know my birthday isnt over yet,” you smiled already liking where this was going. “lets head back to mine. I’m not done with you yet.” 

Koshi Sugawara Slight NSFW

He’s had a crush for you since the beginning of the school year

He thought you were the most adorable thing he’d seen 

with your sweaters that were  two sizes to big. (sweater paws)

You two became friends through a writing project. 

you too quickly hit it off you loving his wild humor 

its sometimes seemed like hed flirt with you but you figured it was just his personality and you were too shy to do anything

poor suga spent so much time flirting with you but you never paid it any attention so he figured you didnt view him that way and he was okay with that he just wanted to be your friend if nothing else.

and so thats how six months went by of being no more than friends

always returning Sugas simple firsts with a shy smile.

It wasnt until the celebratory party some random third year threw to congratulate the boys on making it to nationals

You sat at your best friend Kyioko’s house. 

This was the first party she was able to convince you to attend and she was making sure it counted.

there would be no big sweaters or jeans tonight 

tonight you were borrowing Kyiokos clothes. 

She dressed in a tight (favorite color) lace halter crop top with the lace exposing just the right amount of cleavage. and a pair of blaack shorts hugging your hips thighs on full display.

it wasnt what you were used to this being the most skin you had exposed to the public in years

thats coupled with the make up added to your face you almost didnt recognize yourself

it wasnt what you were used to and thats why when you reached the party and all eyes landed on you. you were slightly relieved that most of the people didnt recognize you.

it was almost exhilarating 

kind of like playing pretend.

like tonight you werent Y/N shy and closed off

you were a sexy and confident woman

that coupled with the shots you took with Kyioko. you found your new confidence 

thats why when you saw you long time crush and close friend Suga across the room you didnt hesitate to make your way over.

“No way is that Y/n” Daichi gasped causing Sugas attention to slip to where his best friend motioned. “wow i didnt expect to see her here,” Diachi let out with a low whistle.

Suga sucked in a sharp breath not prepared for the sight in front of him.

There you were making you way towards him throw the crowd. a smile on your face but it was hard for suga to focus on that smile when your whole body was on display for him. 

 His eyes trailed from down your figure taking all of the exposed skin that was normally hidden from him. 

the way the lace framed your stomach and cupped your breast. the cut into shirt showing him the most cleavage you had ever shown. moving his eyes down it was hard for him not to whimper at the site of your thighs

this man was entranced in your appearance. hed always thought you were the most beautiful even when you were covered head to toe, but seeing you like this it was hard not to drool.

And he wasnt the only one, Several guys had taken notice of you.

Some stopping you to ask if you were new,  cause there was no way’d theyd miss a hot babe like you at school. 

to which youd just roll your eyes keeping on your way to your target. 

feeling more and more emboldened by the attention you were receiving.

but these boys werent the ones you wanted

being the light weight you are you already had your eyes on your prize

go big or go home 

so you you strode right up to the vice captain

“ W- wow Y/n you look great,” Suga stuttered 

“thanks Suga,” you say placing your hand on his toned forearm

No turning back now the confidence was here to stay atleast for now

Suga took a deep breath as he took a turn being the shy one. not used to the aura you exuded. were you really the shy girl he knew. 

you moved closer enveloping him in a tight embrace

he could feel you tits press tight against him and he was trying not to focus on it not wanting to further anymore of the dirty thoughts crossing his mind

 staying close next to Suga you continued your flirtatious assault

dishing back all the flirts you had held back over the months

Finally the straw broke when one of your favorite club songs played through the crowed house and you pulled him close to dance with you.

“c’mon Koshi dont be so timid,” you teased. 

Suga wasnt sure if it was hearing his given name grace your beautiful lips or the facts that you had pressed your ass against his crotch moving seductively to the music but he snapped. 

Suga placed his hands tight to your hips pulling you closer to him not caring if you felt the growing bulge in his pants.

leaning down “you know if you wanted my attention you didnt have to dress so damn sexy. now i have to deal with all these vultures looking at you,” he whispered his breath hot on your ear.

you turned around wrapping your arms around his neck leaning even closer, 

“then why dont we go somewhere private then we wont have to worry about who’s looking,” you smirked heart racing

“i couldnt have said it better,” Suga said leading you out of the busy room ready to have you to himself. 

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Sorry It took so long to write all my work got deleted and I had to start over! I hope you enjoy it 🍵 Anon!!! 💕💕 @🍵anon

Taglist: @emiyummy @insomniish

[stina-is-a-punk-rocker]

‘always and forever, lara jean’: a bungled mess of my thoughts while watching the movie

Alright, cards on the table: I never finished reading the book. I got bored a couple of pages in, so I just read up the summary on Wikipedia and called it a day.

Not gonna lie, I expected better from the movies. I loved the first movie; it was cute, it was fun, it hit all the right places. The second movie was… eh. Jordan Fisher is cute, so that’s a plus.

And then we got the third movie; the final in the To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before trilogy.

And it was somehow even worse.

Maybe I’m exaggerating. Despite its shortcomings in the plot and character development-related departments (the fact that Lara Jean wrote addresses for letters she never meant to send is something that will bother me on my deathbed), the movies have their merits. They’re cutesy and charming and enjoyable, overall; movie-LJ is sweet and unashamedly a girly-girl, which is a refreshing change from the #NotLikeOtherGirls, pick-me girls and bruh girls we had in loads of other YA movies growing up. Peter’s pretty cute, too; he’s not a possessive freak like so many other love interests (The Kissing Booth, After, Anna and the French Kiss), and his and Lara Jean’s dynamic is cute, too. Not to mention- we finally have an Asian lead whose Asian-ness isn’t the whole focus of the story!

Again, maybe I’m being extra with all this. The series is, at its core, solely for entertainment purposes. Not every piece of media has to have an underlying message and you shouldn’t need to read between every goddamn line to find something worthy of enjoying. They’re certainly helpful for whiling away a couple of hours; perfect for bingeing with a pint of ice cream in hand, and all of this is in good fun.

Also, it goes without saying, but: spoilers ahead.

The film beings with Lara Jean scribbling a postcard to Peter while she’s in Korea with her family. The inclusion of that little snapshot of Asian culture made me so happy- seriously, fuck everyone who says diversity in media doesn’t matter. I’m not even Korean, and I was overjoyed at seeing a couple of scenes just from the same continent I’m on. The K-pop music in the background was a fun touch, too (although all Korean music isn’t K-pop, but that’s a rant for another day).

(Also: Blackpink has so many more suitable songs than Pretty Savage that go with the theme of the movies. Kill This Love in the second movie while Lara Jean is getting ready to go to her boyfriend’s match is bad enough- they’re supposed to be in love in that scene, goddammit.)

One thing that bothered me throughout the movies is how obviously non-Korean Lara Jean and Margot look. It’s like whoever chose the cast went for any random Asian- Lana’s Vietnamese and Janel Parrish is half-Chinese, and it’s so obvious. You seriously couldn’t find two Korean-Americans who even vaguely resembled each other so they could pass for sisters? The actresses do a stunning job and I don’t want to shit on them, but I just wish they didn’t go with the ‘all Asians look the same, what’s the difference?’ mindset.

Also, a nitpicky thing I’ve noticed in movies with characters who read a lot: no one holds their books up while they’re reading. Your arms start to cramp, which is why you keep your book in your lap while you’re reading, or you rest on your belly and hold the book in front of you. My spine and shoulders didn’t suffer years of torture as a chronic reader for you to include characters who hold their books up while reading.

A major gripe I have with Always and Forever, Lara Jean is how the characters are almost jarringly out of character- not from the books, but from the two previous movies, too. Lara Jean didn’t have much of a character to begin with, so I can’t say much about her (she dissed Oasis at one point; it’s okay for me to be mean to her), but the rest of them are either caricatures of themselves or just totally different people.

Movie Peter >>> Book Peter. He’s almost too perfect (except for the fact that he unironically loves The Fast and the Furious, which… ew), almost too much of the ideal boyfriend. Not that my perpetually single arse would know. How do boyfriends even work? I wouldn’t know the first thing to do with one; how often should you feed it? Do you need to take it on walks?

(In the notes I’ve written towards the end of the film, I’ve complained about Peter being immature and making Lara Jean feel bad about following her dream to go to NYU. He confuses me.)

Not to mention how distractingly adorable Noah Centineo is from some angles and under certain lighting conditions (other times, he reminds me of the human version of Shrek and that bothered me). King of weird Tweets and Instagram captions though he may be, he’s got a really nice smile, and his gravelly voice is both parts sexy and disturbing.

But I digress.

I’ll never forgive the directors for what they did to Kitty and Chris- two of my favorite characters, from both the books and the movies. Kitty’s annoying to the point of being borderline unlikeable- gone is the occasionally snarky comic relief we all came to love; in her place is an annoying brat whose every line comes out forced. Also, making soap is fun; fuck you, Kitty.

Chris is essentially Dixie D’Amelio’s character from that TikToker Grey’s Anatomy ripoff; the main character in One Direction fanfiction from 2012 who doesn’t want to go to the concert but her best friend gets a ticket for her so she can’t bail but Harry Styles sees her in the crowd and falls in love at first sight and 50k of mutual pining and misunderstandings late, they get together. She’s cynical and snarky and hates capitalism and consumerism and prom (because of course she does), but secretly, she’s into it (because of course she is). My guess is that she’s there to appease all the arseholes (including myself) who accused the characters of being too one-dimensional, but it seems too out of place in a movie that doesn’t have much plot to begin with.

I really, really hate how Lucas was done dirty- throughout every single movie. Of course, it’s Lara Jean’s story so not every side character has to be fully fleshed out- but you’d think three. entire. movies. would be enough to give Lucas a bigger role than the GBF and the token black guy for the diversity brownie points. Every single time Lucas shows up, it’s to push Lara Jean and Peter’s story forward. I would’ve liked to see a romance for him pushed forward instead one for Chris- especially because he says, at one point in a previous movie, that it’s hard to find other gay boys, so it would’ve been sweet to see him find love- and Chris’s character arc could’ve been focused on reconciling with Genevieve. Instead, we see the OG Reggie from Riverdale be the one to show Chris the bright side of monogamy, and Lucas gets a date to prom as an afterthought (another darkskin black dude, so no one thinks the film is racist).

Genevieve’s character in this movie gives me whiplash. Look, I’m all for girls supporting girls- healthy female relationships are something way too many YA movies lack- but she goes from bitch queen extraordinaire to friendly the moment the next scene calls for it. Her character isn’t consistent. A redemption arc should be executed cleanly and believably; you can’t have a character be a total prick one moment and then suddenly be, “Hey, if you get into NYU, let me know,” the next.

And Genevieve’s still an arsehole to Chris; at one point, in NYC, while they’re at the NYU campus grounds (I knew that Lara Jean was going to go to NYU the moment she saw all the banners; I fucking called it), Genevieve tells Chris, “University is for people who actually have a future,” and I recoiled. I’m not the nicest of people and yet that was going too far. Chris doesn’t hesitate to shoot back a, “You peaked in high school,”, but still. Y i k e s. You can’t convince me someone’s turned over a new leaf when they say something like that.

Lara Jean’s dad (forgot his name; gonna call him Dr. Covey) is as unremarkable as ever, and his new wife (forgot her name, too… Trisha? Trina? Eh, something like that) is… unsettling. I mean, I get that they’re all loved up and twitterpatted, but there’s something about all the smiling they’ve got going on that chills me to the bone.

Also, Trisha/Trina kinda looks like TikTok’s ThatVeganTeacher and it bothers me.

Another huge problem with this movie even being made is that the series never had enough plot to continue onto a trilogy. Lara Jean’s letters are what the plots of the first and second movies revolve around; the third only mentions them in passing. The final love letter from Peter was a cute callback, but there’s a massive continuity issue with the first two movies and this last one- both character and plot-wise.

Maybe I’m not articulating this clearly enough, so I’ll use an example: take Harry Potter, for example. Harry’s main goal throughout the series is defeating Voldemort. And it takes all seven books for him to get there, to finally achieve this.

Lara Jean’s goal in the first movie changes midway; from keeping up the façade with Peter so she can avoid the crap with the rest of the letters getting out, to making her fake relationship real. It forms a bridge with the second movie; the letter that went out to John Ambrose, and her dithering between Peter and perfection (I’m not sorry). But what does the third movie have to do with any of this?

There were way too many music montages. You couldn’t go five minutes without a random pop song playing in the background, and it was annoying as hell. Don’t Look Back in Anger was w a s t e d on this stupid film. The artsy scenery shots were even worse- no, I don’t give a fuck about the New York skyline or a bird’s eye view of whatever vehicle Lara Jean is in. A few shots of Seoul would’ve sufficed; the rest was overkill. This movie is way too damn long already (almost 2 entire hours!!!); cut out a couple of those. No one cares.

I thought they’d pull the whole Aladdin trope with character-A-keeps-trying-to-tell-character-B-the-truth-about-a-lie-B-believes-in-about-A-but-B-keeps-interrupting, but Lara Jean (typing her name out is annoying, why couldn’t she have a single name, like both of her sisters?) comes clean earlier than I expected. Peter’s reaction about LJ not getting into Stanford is… uncharacteristically mature? No “Why did you lie to me?”, no accusations, not an ounce of betrayal. Which I did not expect from a guy who’s a little bitch for the greater part of book one (I really don’t like Book Peter, in case you couldn’t tell). I know fuck-all about book three’s Peter, so I can’t tell if he really did adopt this mature, well-adjusted persona, or the movie did it to make Peter seem like less of a dick (like they did it with the sextape-that-wasn’t-a-sextape in the first installment).

On a sidenote, how do these main characters in YA books get into really good colleges with zero to no visible effort? These arseholes fuck around for the entirety of the story and have way too much going on to actually do schoolwork, but they waltz into Ivy Leagues at the end. And apparently, I’m not the only one bothered by this.

There’s something to be said about how the movies don’t really sexualize minors (characters who are minors, to be fair. None of the MCs look anything like teenagers), though. It’s almost weird to see them not getting drunk and partying and having sex all the time. Maybe that’s why Lara Jean trying to get her hand on Peter’s dick felt so stilted and awkward (I cringed so hard when she kept trying to touch him and he kept pushing her hand away, holy shit).

And the kissing. It’s to be expected from a romance film, but there was so. Much. Kissing.

The amount of product placements (… actually, I could count only two: Apple and a pair of Beats headphones Lara Jean puts on at one point, but the movie shoved so many iPhones in my face that I’m obligated to exaggerate) would’ve made anti-capitalist Chris mad.

I’m guessing this all takes place in a parallel universe, sans the coronavirus. Still, being in quarantine this past year and being socially awkward for every other one, it was agonizing seeing everyone so close together in NYC. When Peter kissed the ball (lol) (I have the sense of humor of a straight boy in middle school, don’t judge me) when him and Lara Jean go bowling, I had a visceral reaction. And what are the odds of Peter meeting his estranged dad at the very same bowling alley?

Speaking of Peter’s daddy issues (I’ve written “Hardin but diluted” in my notes; I watched this movie at, like, 1 AM; I’m not entirely sure what was going through my head at that point)- I hated how they guilt-tripped Peter into giving his father another chance. In the wise words of Hannah Montana, everybody makes mistakes- but leaving your wife and two kids for another woman is pretty far from a little oopsie on Mr. Kavinsky’s part. I don’t blame Peter for hating him, and I’m not in a place to judge whether Mr. Kavinsky (does he get a first name?) should be forgiven or not, but I feel like they let him off too easy and made Peter seem like a misunderstood teenager with anger issues for not accepting Mr. Kavinsky’s (crappy) apology at once.

And it adds nothing to the story at all; Mr. Kavinsky peaces out after having one (01) coffee with his firstborn, and he’s never seen again. If you’re going to introduce a subplot, make it tie into the main storyline- the very least you could do is make it an important enough part of the story to have more than 10 minutes of the run time. It makes no sense as to why they’d bring up Peter’s dad in this last film, when he’s already gone through two perfectly fine. I guess it was a ‘tying everything up’ part… even though no one cared.

Lara Jean’s handwriting is surprisingly ugly for someone who’s written that many love letters. And her styling took a definite nosedive; her outfits in the first movie were so effing cute, but now they’re just… meh.

There are so many conversations and lines that the writers must’ve thought sounded good enough for someone to type out the quote in curly font and slap it on a screenshot from the movie to post on Instagram, but when it comes to the actual delivery, they just sounded… weird.

Peter says one time near the beginning of the film, “You know what I’m looking forward to the most in college? Never having to say goodnight,” because he expects him and Lara Jean to get into the same college.

But I guess the word they should’ve used was ‘good-bye’, because this just makes him sound stupid.

At one point, Lara Jean asks Kitty how much Kitty’s gonna miss her when she goes off to college, and Kitty says, “A four.” Later on, she confesses, “I’m gonna miss you a twelve, Lara Jean,” and all I could think was, “But we’re endgame, Archie!”

(In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t let people know I’ve watched Riverdale; it lessons my credibility.)

Still, there remains some good to be found: all the baked goods looked very delicious and made me crave chocolate chip cookies. Peter wearing the socks Lara Jean gifted him at the beginning of the movie was a cute gesture, and Lara Jean giving Peter her teal hatbox? The one she kept her love letters in? Was so? Cute? Help?

And hey, it’s a cliché that’s been done to death, but I’m always a sucker for that part in movies where the girl walks down the stairs in a pretty dress with her hand on the banister and the boy turns around and his mouth falls open and all he can say is, “Wow,”- and this film did not disappoint! Not to mention how cute both Lara Jean’s and Chris’s prom dresses were.

Dr. Covey and Trisha/Trina’s wedding was cute, too- I struggled to decide whether Kitty wearing a necklace that says ‘feminist’ and a tux is a bit too on-the-nose, but I’ve decided that it’s nothing to get my knickers all in a twist about (for clarification: it’s not the necklace or the crossdressing that made me debate this; I just wish they didn’t make a big deal out of it- I wish they didn’t have Kitty and Lara Jean get into an argument about her not wearing a dress, if that makes sense?).

And the final letter- the one from Peter to Lara Jean- I ate that shit up; it was so, so, so cute.

In conclusion (why is it so easy for me to crank out 3k about my thoughts on a Netflix movie and yet when it comes to English Lit. at school, I’d stare at a blank sheet of foolscap for ages?), did I enjoy the movie? Not really. There were parts of it that I liked, but it was overall too boring and I kept wishing I’d watched the new SKZ Code episode instead every few minutes.

But that doesn’t mean that it was bad. I kinda feel a little sad, actually, now that Lara Jean and Peter’s story has come to a close; To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, the first movie, is one of my favorites, and bitch though I might about them, the kinda grew on me… like an innocent plant, at first, but then like a fungus. Not a parasitic fungus, just not mutualistic, either… kind of like a commensal.

Maybe I should stop with the biology similes.

[deiloa]

You Amaze Me

Mirio x Reader Words: 1494

a/n: First I’d like to say I know everyone HATES authors notes but I haven’t written in like six years or so.. So I just wanted to say thank you for taking your time to read this Mirio insert I wrote because I’m trash <3 If this gets love then I’ll write more!

(Y/N) squeezed her way through the massive crowd of UA’s lunchtime madness, barely snagging the last yakisoba bread before all the stronger quirk users had powered their way through. “Christ, you’d think these kids never ate..” she muttered staring down at the severely mangled cellophane wrapped bread. (Y/N) sighed before tearing the packing to her lunch and taking a small nibble of the savory treat. With a defeated look on her face she started on her path to her support workshop, which seemed to be the only solution to her sorrows. Although, she hadn't gotten as far as a few steps before hearing the voice of a familiar friend.

“(Y/N), wait for us!”, Nejire called out as she jogged to catch up with (Y/N), Yuyu trailing only a few steps behind her. “Did you forget we decided to eat lunch together or did you finally lose a few screws?,” she said giggling, finally closing the distance between the two of them. 

“Sorry Nejire, if I’m being honest it kinda slipped my mind,” (Y/N) sheepishly scratched the back of her head before getting the familiar glint in her eyes as she thought of her newest invention. “You see I’d been working on this new gadget it-”

“Oh come on (Y/N)!” Neijire cut her off, “You’ve been cooped up in that place for weeks, and we haven’t hung out after school because YOU needed extra time to finish your last do-hickey,” she pouted whilst jamming her index finger into (Y/N)’s shoulder a few times. “I want to spend time with the two of you like freshman year. We can also eat in my classroom!,” she suggested. 

It was then (Y/N) choked on her lunch while trying to swallow the chunk she just finished chewing. Coughing up a few bits, she pounded on her chest to help the remains go down smoothly. Yuyu and Neijire glanced a eachother slyly, both knowing this random outburst was because eating in their class meant the chance of running into UAs top hero candidate. Who also happened to be (Y/N)’s crush since they were first years. (Y/N) just barely managed to regain her composure before the two girls had looped each of their arms through hers and were now leading (Y/N) to the third year hero’s course class. Both of the girls ignored her protests and struggles.

“Please?! M-Maybe we can hang this sunday? O-Or even a sleep over tonight? Anything!?” (Y/N) tried dragging her feet to slow the pace of her two kidnappers but with no such luck as she noticed them rounding the corner to the third year hallway. Maybe convincing Yuyu would prove to be better since Neijire wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Yuyu…,” (Y/N) whined, glancing over to her, “Please I can’t show my face in there you know how I get..” But Yuyu only shook her head.

“Sorry girlie. Neijire already convinced me, besides this is for your own good,” Yuyu winked.

(Y/N) glared back in response to her gesture, “You mean your entertainment.”

“You say dragging you down a hallway to see you act like an idiot in front of your crush, but we say helping a fellow friend in need!” Neijire chimed in as they approached the classroom. She pressed her ear to the door before her face lit up, “He’s in there!,” she said through a grin. Without wasting any time the blue haired hero slid open the classroom door.

“Yo! Neijire, Yuyu,” A cheery voice called out. “And..Oh? (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) stomach started doing summersaults as she knew exactly whose voice it was. Anytime he called her name her mind went blank and all she could manage to respond to him was with a few hums of acknowledgement. Not daring to look up she kept her eyes trained on the ground. As her friends dragged her over to the nearest desk next him (Y/N) couldn’t help but look at the mangled yakisoba bread in her hand that she’d only been able to take a few bites of before being assaulted. She only wished her quirk was something a lot more useful at times like these. Something like time manipulation or maybe being slippery?

“You alright?” The boy laid a hand on her shoulder instantly pulling (Y/N) from her thoughts. She hadn’t even realised that her friends had shoved her in a seat or that he’d gotten so close to her. “If you’re feeling unwell I can practice some first aid on you that I learned in class today,” he gently whispered in her ear keeping his tone low enough for only her to hear.

Instantly her hand shot up to grab her ear and she leaned back enough to finally meet the eyes of the flirt. Mirio Togata. A playboy by nature so this gesture was something normal for him but almost gave (Y/N) heart palpitations. Her mouth gaped open and snapped shut as she was too stunned to make conversation. The genius inventor at a loss for words at the blonde flashed her a cheeky smile. Only he could leave her mind and body feeling like static on a T.V. screen. Quickly (Y/N)’s eyes darted over to the two who betrayed her. Both of them happened to be snickering, proving no help as they turned their backs to distract Tamaki with a conversation of their own.

“I..Mirio..y-you..” (Y/N) stammered, unknowingly crushing her only bit of food left. No morsel left at her mercy as she continued to vomit words at the student who only smiled back down at her. At this point he stood towering over (Y/N) as she sat at the desk. His arms trapping her as one rested on the surface in front of her and the other on the back of the chair she was sitting in. “S-So how are..uh things?” she squeaked, wincing at the way her voice came out a few octaves higher than normal.

“Great,” he snorted, “But I’m more curious to know what’s new with ya. It feels like forever since we talked. Last I’d heard you’d been workin’ on some new toy.” He managed to bring his face closer to hers.

(Y/N) swallowed. Hard. She maintained her death grip on the poor bread and started to explain her newest works since they had last spoken. Finally she managed to speak and form proper sentences as her mind focused on her more recent gadgets and gizmos rather than remind herself of the beautifully sculpted student whose face was just a foot away. As she rambled on and on she didn’t even notice the look Mirio gave her as he listened. 

Truthfully he loved how passionate she was about her smallest accomplishments and the way her eyes sparkled whenever she thought of a new idea. He’d tell her all this one day but it was more entertaining to watch her become flustered over the simplest things he did. Teasing her had become his favorite activity and he’s missed doing it since she had disappeared into her workshop a few weeks ago. He’d been meaning to go visit but every attempt he made was thwarted by a random gaggle of girls cooing his name. Intently he’d continue listening, his chest giving a slight squeeze when (Y/N) had made eye contact with him as she explained with her hands her newest development.

“..And so now when you’re tired it!-” (Y/N) was suddenly cut off by the bell that signaled their return to class and that's when she noticed just how close and how intently Mirio had been staring. “W-Well it looks like times up so I’ll be going!” She scrambled up from the seat. Mirio reached out to respond to her but was cut off by a group of girls who burst into the classroom to all surround him. The girls took their respective seats around him as they got ready for their next class to start, asking him questions about his lunch and what he ate. (Y/N) scrunched her nose at the sight but brushed it off and turned to Neijire and Yuyu to stick out her tongue. The pair laughed in response and said their farewells.

As soon as (Y/N) was out into the hall and out of Mirios view she pressed her face into her palm and used the other hand to throw away the sad excuse of what she had left of her lunch. “Great..I’m still hungry and still an idiot,” she groaned, grudgingly heading to her next class.

[lowlywriter]

Safety

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! Content may be triggering to some readers!

I’m sad, so I wrote sad. Fluffy ending because I wanted to cheer myself up. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy. My asks and stuff are all open (I think? Still figuring Tumblr out) and I’m always looking for new things to write. Colby’s a cute little bean in this- all the warnings are for the boyfriend at the beginning of the story.

Also, I wrote this one gender neutral- or, well I tried. Please don’t hesitate to tell me if there are pronouns anywhere I missed when I scanned over the final product. I’m new to this topic, since we just went over unhealthy relationships in one of my classes.

Warnings: abuse, emotional abuse, unhealthy relationships, inner turmoil, swearing, controlling partner

Rating: Mature?

Word Count: 4,262

Colby is NOT the boyfriend in the beginning of the story.

“You belong to me.” his voice growled. It wasn’t loud; no, that would raise suspicion among the group of his friends. His words just loud enough for the words to travel to your ears, making his message loud and clear.  

You hadn’t done much to warrant such a tone; merely running to the bar to get a couple drinks for him and his friends. It wasn’t your fault the bartender starting hitting on you. You’d been uncomfortable with it- certainly not interested in his attempts.  

After all, he had been the one to send you to collect shots for the table. You had been hesitant. You were not twenty-one, and it was illegal to be in the club. But the stern look on his face had you standing and excusing yourself, smiling easily at everyone.

It didn’t matter to your boyfriend though. It never did.

The bartender thankfully had been more interested in you then the age on your driver’s license. But he was still making passes at you. It was out of your control. He had what you needed.  

You couldn’t help but tap your fingers on the glossy bar counter, anxiously chancing quick looks over your shoulder at the cheerful table your peers- all excited and a little too drunk to remember anything the next morning. You had seen your boyfriend’s eyes on you from the table, the subtle glint of anger dilating his eyes that you knew so well.  

Nothing good could come from this. You’d taken too long. His intentions were clear, and you cowered slightly into the corner of the bar as he strided towards you, eyes dancing from you to the bartender who grinned at him.  

“I think they’ve had enough,” he played off, smile bright- making it out to seem you’d been ordering all six shots for yourself. You hadn’t even intended to have one. You’d had a frilly girly drink he’d made fun of you for, but you weren’t one for alcohol, not to mention the fact that he’d already practically force fed you a shot of tequila.  

“Oh, man, I’m sorry. I didn’t know they were taken. Sorry, bro.” The bartender apologized as your boyfriend wrapped his arm around your shoulder, a little too tight to be considered a romantic gesture. He was angry.  

You pleaded silently to the bartender, praying he’d see your face- know you were in danger- but the idiot simply nodded his head towards your boyfriend and turned to assist someone else at the bar.  

“How’s about you and I go have a little talk in the bathroom?” He gritted through his teeth, voice dangerously low as he forced you towards the restrooms by a strong grip around you.  

He was a regular at this specific bar, and by default- you were now as well. The hallway was small, and dark. The lightbulb in the small corridor was burnt out, and for as long as you’d been coming- there hadn’t been any light. The men’s and women’s rooms were side by side, each smelling rancid and looking grimy and worn.  

When the both of you were enveloped in the daunting darkness, he spun you around, pinning you against the wall. You knew better then you scream, yell or protest. A subtle pain ignited in your spine as bone crashed against wooden beams in the drywall.  

You remained neutral, as anything else would’ve made things worse for you.  

“What the fuck were you doing flirting with that asshole?” He growled in your face, practically nose to nose with you.

“I w-wasn’t,” you tried, only to be pushed further up the wall, feet inches off the floor, being supported by nothing but his grip around your neck. Your lungs constricted at the lack of air, legs kicking slightly to try and ground yourself.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, I watched you flirt with him with my own two eyes, Slut,” said eyes were now red with anger. He definitely had had a little too much to drink- just like his whole party of friends sitting just a couple feet away, completely oblivious. He was being more violent than usual, more handsy and aggressive. He’d never been this forceful.  

Your feet hit the ground as his hands left your throat, and your body threatened to slide down the wall to the floor, but his grip was soon replaced, gripping your arm with bruising strength. His movements were quick, and then you felt pain blossom in your face. He’d slapped you, or maybe punched? It all felt the same at this point.  

The sting was intense, blurring your vision momentarily.  

He spouted slurs and threats at you, but the only thing you could hear was the sound of your own sped up heartbeat. Your fight-or-flight instincts kicking in. You involuntarily pushed him away; conscious mind struggling to keep up.  

He wasn’t expecting it, clearly, so he stumbled back, taking a second to regain his balance in his drunken state. You’d taken that as your chance. The chance to get away. The chance of freedom.  

You moved quickly, feet working faster than your brain could comprehend.  

He was following you; you knew it. His feet slapping loudly off the floors. He wasn’t shouting slurs, instead pleading, making it out that you were the bad guy. That you were leaving.

Outside the door, he finally spoke up. Voice venomous, as he growled. The streets were empty, and everyone inside remained inside, clearly not too interested in your fight. A streetlight flickered, and his face was stony with anger.  

“If you walk away now, we’re fucking over.” You paused your movements, not turning to face him, but showing you were listening, “I won’t care for your slutty ass anymore. And remember bitch, no one else will want you. I’m doing you a favor by staying with you- and you go and do this shit.”  

You were at a safe distance. He would have to sprint to make it too you, and both of you knew that he would fall flat on his face if he attempted. His words were sinking in. This was it. You’d finally escaped. He was giving you the final ultimatum. Stay and be with him- have everything return to normal, or leave, and forget it all- be safe, but alone.  

“Go to hell,” you uttered, turning swiftly and sprinting down the road. Tears sprung in your eyes as you jogged, listening to his raged shouts grow softer with the distance you were putting between the two of you.

When you finally felt that you were at a safe distance, you slid down the wall, drawing your knees to your chest. You had to reevaluate everything. The past year of your life with him. You thought he had loved you, but... this wasn’t love. He’d taken it too far. You let it go too far.

Everyone had warned you about him. About his aggressive will to protect you... protect you from your friends and family. They’d been right. All your girlfriends who told you to get out while you could, told you that their boyfriends never did anything like he did.

And Colby- Colby hadn’t liked him from the start. He didn’t like Colby either. Colby warned you. He frowned whenever you said his name, glared when you recalled anything your boyfriend did. He was trying to help. Telling you how it looked from the outsider’s point of view...  

Colby had been the first your boyfriend cut off. ‘I just don’t like the way he looks at you, you’re mine, babe’ he had said, eyes full of love and adoration. You’d stupidly let him win. You started cutting Colby out. He was your best friend, and you let this man- your boyfriend- just cut him out of your life.  

It had been weeks since you’d talked to Colby. It was your fault. He had tried, tried so hard to stay in contact. He sent texts, and called- sent you silly little snapchats and invited you out all the time... but you slowly stopped responding, or replying, or joining him when he wanted to hang out.  

You cut out the whole trap house- each of those boys had been so nice to you, and the girls too. They’d been like family, and you let your boyfriend- ex boyfriend, tear everything to pieces.  

You doubted he’d even be your friend anymore. You wouldn’t want to be your friend after what you’d done to him. Colby had been trying to help- but you just pushed him away. You, single handedly, cut all the ties you had with people- for the man who was abusing you.  

You let out a quiet sob-laugh, you weren’t sure which it was. It wasn’t funny- not in the slightest, but you were fed up with yourself. How could you let him isolate you from everyone? Even your parents you hadn’t spoken to in months.  

You patted your pockets, in search for your cell phone. There had to be someone in your phone you could call to come pick you up. They couldn’t all hate you, right?

You searched your pockets, patting down your legs before letting out a cry of frustration. It was gone. You must’ve dropped it somewhere in the rush of getting out.  

You were stranded. It was late, you had no lose change for the payphones, and you were not stupid enough to go back to the bar to call someone.  

With a heavy heart, you pulled yourself up and started in the direction of a certain mansion that was closest to you. You didn’t have very high hopes, maybe they’d let you borrow a phone to call your parents or something before kicking you off the property. After cutting them out, there weren’t many other scenarios that could happen.  

The walk was long. Your back still kind of hurt, but your face was mostly numb. It was very late when you finally arrived at the trap house. If you had to guess, about twelve or something. You'd left the bar around nine, and it felt like you’d been walking for years. It was dark, the streetlights not doing much to help anything.

The gate was shut, but not locked, so you pushed up the latch and slowly walked in, closing it behind yourself in the process.  

There was still lights on in mansion- which was a good thing. Someone had to be awake.  

You trailed slowly to the large double doors, taking note of whose cars were parked out front. Colby, Sam, and Corey.  

You lifted a hand to knock on the door. It was a quiet knock, since something in the back of your mind didn’t actually want anyone to answer- but seconds later the clicking of dog claws and loud protective barks echoed in the house.  

“Sh, Navi, Buddy,” a voice hushed. Then the door clicked open. Sam peeked through the small gap between the door and doorframe, clearly cautious since they weren’t actually expecting any guests, and it was pretty late.  

“Y/N?” He questioned in surprise, eyeing you up and down.

“Uh, yea...” you replied quietly, scuffing your foot against the concrete anxiously. “Can I, uh, use your phone?”  

Sam stared for a second, deeming you no threat before pushing the door open the rest of the way. The light from the hallway lit up the front yard. Sam gasped quietly, taking a step towards you slowly. You knew you probably didn’t look too great.  

“Y/N, what happened?” his voice was quiet- almost caring. You didn’t respond, just looked down in guilt. “Here,” Sam continued after a second, walking towards you and placing a gentle hand on your back, “come inside.”

You trusted Sam. You trusted everyone in the trap house. They’d never done you wrong.  

You let Sam lead you into the mansion, he being super gentle. He brought you into the living room, where Corey and Devyn were sitting curled up watching a movie on Netflix.

You sat down, lacking all emotion. Corey glanced towards you, stiffening when he eyed your appearance.  

“Y/N, are you alright?” his voice sounding appalled, and shocked. Devyn glanced up, gasping quietly when you caught her eye, pushing herself off of Corey to sit beside you.  

“Y/N... your neck...” she frowned, fingers hovering beside your neck. She didn’t touch, which you were grateful for. It was bound to be bruising by now. Flourishing into blacks, purples and ugly yellows.  

She pulled you into a hug- but you didn’t hug back. Not yet. It was still all sinking in. The hug was a nice touch, and you desperately needed one- but... you wanted comfort from someone else. Your mind was locked on Colby, despite the fact he probably hated you.  

You squeezed your eyes shut when thumps rumbled down the stairs- it was loud and scared you. You’d been in the silence of the night for so long, circling aimlessly in your own mind, and now suddenly there were people and noises coming at you left, right and center.  

Devyn pulled back, and you were wrapped in someone else’s arms just as fast as the first pair left. You instantly melted into the embrace, arms lifting to wrap around the person as you buried your nose in the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.  

Colby still smelt the same. An interesting mix of shampoo and deodorant. He had the most familiar scent too you. The smell of safety. Colby was safety.  

“Y/N... shh, what happened?” his voice was low, calm and collected- but you could tell he was scared. His body was shaking- almost as bad as yours, and his heart was faster than it usual was. You realized that you were crying, when you pulled back a little too look up- only to have a blurred vision of your best friend.  

His arms were tight around you- but you didn’t struggle. It wasn’t the same embrace as your boyfriend’s. Colby was radiating love and concern- he was radioactive with anger and control.

There were too many people around to talk about what had happened hours ago. You loved them all- but they weren’t Colby, and as of now, he was the only person you wanted to know what went down.  

You pulled away from him, arms wrapping around yourself in your best attempt to cover yourself from the harsh eyes of everyone. Sam was stood behind Colby, eyes sad. He must’ve gone upstairs to get Colby. You nodded his direction, smiling as best you could when he noticed you. He returned a sad smile; then, as if reading your mind, turned on his heels and left the room, muttering about editing a new video and facetiming Katrina before he went to bed.  

Devyn was next to pick up on the social ques. Yawning silently, and taking Corey’s hand. She mumbled about being tired, and wanting to finish the movie in their bed in case she fell asleep.  

Corey was hesitant, sending you concerned glances, before standing and following Devyn up the stairs.  

Then, it was just you and Colby. He looked shell-shocked; eyes focused on your neck. You watched his eyes trail you, scanning you for injuries.  

“Y/N, baby, what happened?” he questioned once more. You smiled lightly at the pet name; it was refreshing to hear it in such a sweet tone. He always called you cute names like that- only ever using your actual name when he was mad at you, or he was being serious about something.  

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you told him quickly. It was the first thing you spouted. And you were. You were so sorry. Sorry about how you treated him. How you just abandoned him. After all the years the two of you had been friends, you’d let that man get in between you and split you guys up. You were sorry for not listening to him, and basically the whole year since you met your ex. “I’m sorry...”

“No, no. Y/N, don’t be sorry... it’s okay. Everything is okay. You’re okay... Please, stop crying...” this only made you cry harder. He was being so nice to you. You abandoned him, and here he was comforting you.  

You lifted your hands up to cover your nose and mouth, shutting your eyes. Colby wrapped his arms around you once more, leading you back to the couch. He sat, pulling you down behind him.  

It was nice being in his lap. You’d always liked sitting in his lap. It’s just how your relationship worked. He had always been super good at calming you down, and this happened to be his number one tactic.  

“Y/N, I really need you to tell me what happened. You can’t just show up here after three weeks of no contact, completely banged up and scare the shit out of us all. What happened? Please, tell me...”

“I’m sorry for leaving you... Leaving you for him,” you gasped through the tears. You had to apologize.  

“It’s okay... I’m not mad. It’s fine. You’re here now. Please, what happened?”  

“We were at the bar,” you started, voice quiet as you played with a thread on your shirt. Colby’s hand was settled firmly on your back, slowly running the length of your spine. It was calming, and just sitting with Colby was soothing. “He, uh, he’s been more... aggressive lately...” You tried, trailing off. Colby was going to flip his shit.  

“He... Your boyfriend?” his voice turned stony, hand pausing on your back. His eyes were dark and his lip curling into a snarl, “that fucking asshole did this to you?”

You knew his anger wasn’t directed at you. You knew for certain; Colby had never done anything towards you in anger. But you couldn’t help but flinch away. It was too soon. Hours earlier this very situation had led to being strangled in the restroom hallway of a bar.  

“I’m sorry,” Colby whispered, anger wiping away, guilt quickly replacing it. “Sorry, babe, I know. Not the time to get mad. We need to worry about you, not that asshole.”

You didn’t reply, just curled closer into his sweater. He pulled you against him, and the two of you settled into silence. It was calming. You felt safe in the trap house. You knew all the guys would protect you in a heartbeat. And Colby would gladly get himself arrested defending you (as it had almost happened before).

Colby’s fingers ran through your hair, trailing his fingertips along your skull in a soothing motion. You closed your eyes, relaxing into him. You’d been so high strung for so long, and it was nice to just relax- and be in the arms of someone who you trusted wholeheartedly. You ducked your head under his chin, curling so your ear was pressed against his chest and your chin hidden in his sweater. He took the hint, resting his chin on top of your head.  

His hand fell from your hair to resume running lines up and down your back. He hit a particularly tender spot and you winced before you could think about what you were doing. His hand lifted instantly, and he pushed you away slightly to look at your face.

“I’m going to need you to be completely honest with me right now,” he started, voice quiet but serious. “Where did he hurt you? I need to know. I have to see if I should be taking you to the hospital.”

“He pushed me against the wall... and um, he lifted be by my neck... I- he, uh he also slapped me, or, uh or maybe he punched me? I’m not sure. It all happened so fast.”

Colby was silent for a long minute. His hand was settled on your waist, and his thumb was trailing up and down slowly. He was deep in thought, you could tell.  

“I want to look at everything, everything he did to you.” Colby told you, “somewhere where the light is good... Come, let’s go to the bathroom down here. The lighting is the best.”  

Together you and Colby stood up. His hand planted on your back, leading you slowly- just as Sam had done when you’d first arrived.  

The bathroom was super bright. You were momentarily blinded as Colby flicked the light on. You looked in the mirror. You couldn’t help but gape at yourself. You looked so broken. A bruise was forming on your cheek, and somehow your lip had been split. There was a trail of blood, and a smear on your chin. You glanced at you hand to see another smear, meaning at some point you must’ve wiped it away.  

Your neck was still fairly numb, but it was starting to hurt. There were dark oval shapes lining your neck- easily identified at finger marks from your ex’s strong grip. You hesitantly brought your hands to run along the shapes, wincing lightly.  

You stripped off your shirt, not caring that Colby was in the room. He’d seen it before- you guys were best friends after all. You turned, exposing your back to the mirror, then looking over your shoulder to see bruises on the parts you’d hit the hardest.  

“Babe, those look painful,” Colby frowned, rifling through a drawer and pulling out a bottle of ibuprofen. You downed the pills he offered dry, blinking as they passed down your throat.  

“It’s not as bad as I thought,” you told you best friend truthfully. And it wasn’t. It felt worse than it looked. You’d known you’d be bruised pretty heavily, but it was less then you assumed. Your back felt like is should be a solid strip of black and blue, but it was only in the most tender spots, which was a plus in your books.  

Colby looked like you’d just shot him or something, eyes wide and mouth gaping open.  

“Y/N, seriously? I’m sorry, but you look like you got hit by a bus. He did this to you. He fucked with the wrong person, let me tell you. I mean,” Colby paused, busying himself at the sink, “you’re bleeding still. You've got blood smears, and the bruising- oh god, the bruising- babe... please, tell me this isn’t actually happening.”

Colby turned to you, a wash cloth in his hand. He reached to wipe away the blood, his movements gentle. The cloth was warm, and felt heavenly on your skin. He dabbed at your split lip, his concentration focused on you. Finally, he reached down to take your hand, giving it the same treatment and wiping away the smear.  

When he was done, he dropped the cloth back into the sink, frowning at you.  

“There’s got to be something we can do for the bruising.” Colby mumbled to himself, lifting his hand to trail his fingers gently across your neck. It didn’t really bother you. You had no fear of Colby touching you.  

“Let’s bring you up to my room. You can just relax in the blankets and maybe the softness of the bed will ease the pain?” Colby suggested, leading you away without waiting for you to respond. You ascended the stairs together, Colby supporting you easily. You were still shirtless, but it didn’t really bother you. You had nothing to hide- everyone had already seen the worst of it anyways.  

He settled you in his bed, covering you with his blankets before kissing your head and telling you he’d return shortly. You heard him in Sam’s room. Heard him, and Sam conversing- worry clear in both voices. It didn’t bother you that he went to Sam- and was telling Sam everything. Sam was such a good friend, and he had been around longer then you.  

You let your eyes close, enjoying the warmth of the covers. Colby had been right that the bed would ease the pain. You barely felt anything as you lied in his pillows.  

“Hey, I’m back. Sam suggested using a cold compress. We don’t have those, so I got a bag of frozen carrots. I don’t think Devyn will mind. I can always replace them.” Colby explained. He sat on the edge of his bed, setting the bag down carefully on your neck so that the frozen vegetables were spread around in the bag.  

When he felt that it was properly placed, he pulled himself up to lay beside you. You shuffled over, wanting to be close to him. You sighed quietly, eyes shut and a small smile on your face. It was nice being here with him. He was taking such good care of you.  

“I’m sorry you had to go through this,” Colby whispered.  

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you...” you returned, then added, “and I’m sorry I let him cut you off. You’re my best friend- and I’ve been terrible to you...”

“It’s in the past,” Colby waved it off, giving you a small tired smile.  

“We should try and sleep now. I can only ward off the roommates for so long. I assured everyone that you were alright, but they’re gonna wanna check in tomorrow.” You laughed quietly, chest lighting up with warmth at the thought of all these people you wronged being worried and wanting to check up on you.  

“I don’t deserve you guys,” you mumbled sleepily, inching closer to curl into Colby.  

“You do,” he returned, wrapping around you and burying his nose in your hair. You fell asleep to Colby readjusting the carrots as he carded his fingers through your hair. It was the best you’d slept in months- even under the terrible circumstances.  

[soflsms]

hey sweaties , its ya  boi  skinny penis  chloe  :-)  under  the  cut  are  a  bunch  of  wcs  i  want  filled  asap  rocky  so  !!  give  this  a  like  &  ill  come  pester  you  or  its  easier  for  the  BOTH  of  us  if  u  come  msg  me  if  you  see  something  u  like  :-)  I'm  going  to  sleep  now  bc  im  #dying  from  this  dumb  a$$  #polisci  paper  #prayforchloe

SONG-BASED

come  out  &  play  !! ��this  person  acts  as  a  good  influence  to  sofie  .  they’re  level - headed  &  very  grounding  ,  & sofie  doesn’t  let  it  show  but  they’re  really  important  to  her  .  this  is  the  Softest  billie  song  (  prob  bc  it  was  for  an  ad skdj )  &  they  inspired  it  bc  it’s  how  she  feels  when  shes with  them  .  they  encourage  her  to  be  all  that  she  can  be   &  they  believe  in  her  ,  &  they’re  prob  the  one  person  sofie  trusts  the  most  which  is  SAYING  something !!

* LOVELY  !!  -  i  need  a  male  voice  for  khalid’s  part  in  lovely  bc  i  need  this  song  in  my  life  bc  its  a  whole  ass   sofie  mood  ok  .

* WHEN  THE  PARTY’S  OVER  !! - these  two have  been  hooking  up  for  a  while  no  strings  attached  but  recently  feelings  have  been  caught  !!&  now  they  still  hook  up  quite  often  but  sofie’s  kinda  harboring  feelings &  pretending  all  is  well  but  she  rly  hopes  they’ll  just  stay  the  night  from  time  to  time  ,  &  gets  secretly  heartbroken  when  she  sees  them  flirting  or  leaving  with  someone  else  . they  can  also  have  feelings  if  u  want  that  angst :~) TAKEN

*** ilomilo  !!  okokok  so  !! sof  &  this  person  were  dating  when  they  were  still  kinda  up &  coming  &  it  was  all  good  at  the  start  but  once  they  started  gaining  more  fame  she  noticed  them  becoming  more  distant  and  infatuated  with  the  spotlight  &  a  listers  .  &  she  acted  like  it  was  all  good  for  a  while  ,  just  smiling  through  it  but  would  go  home  early  from  events  alone  &  stuff  &  feel  lonelier  than  ever  when  she  was  with  them  but  their  mind  was  on  other  celebs  or  their  public  image  or  smth  .  eventually they  just  kinda  mutually broke  up  bc  they  both  realized  they  weren’t  in  love  anymore  &  she  def  still holds  a grudge  towards  them  even  if  they  agreed  they’d  be  friends  after  the  break up  . (  lyrics: remember not to get too close to stars they're never gonna give you love like ours. where did you go? i should know, but it's cold and i don't wanna be lonely so tell me you’ll come home , even if its just a lie  )

*** MY BOY ( HIGH SCHOOL BF ) !! - ok  tea  this  song  is  the  one  that  broke  her  into  the  industry  .  she  produced  it  all  herself  &  just  relased  it  to  her  soundcloud  thinking  it  wouldn’t  rly  go  anyway  but  !!  joke’s  on  yung sofie  .  essentially  he  thought  the  relationship  was  going  well  ,  she’d  met  his  family  &  they  rly  liked  her  but  !! sof  was  feeling  kinda  smothered  &  told  herself  he  was  lying &  cheating  on  her  n  shit  so  she  wrote  a  song  about  it  !! &  once  it  was  starting  to  get  attention  he  was  like  ….. uhhh  what  the  fuck  & she  was  like  haha  sorry  !! so  they  broke  up  &  ever  since  its  been  animosity ,  but  she  realizes  she  fucked  up  but  it  launched  her  career  so  she  doesn’t  know  whether  to  keep  up  the  idgaf  i  hurt  you  or  apologize  .  

***mutual  dislike  /  COPYCAT  !!  self - explanatory  ,  sofie  thinks  this  person  is  copying  her  in  everything  she  does  &  thinks  its  annoying  af  so  she  wrote  a  song  abt  it  &  hopes  they  indirectly  get  the  message  even  if  she  drops  not  so  subtle  hints  .  skfldjh  itd  be  messy  pls !!

*** 8 !! - someone  who  kinda  reluctantly  got  into  a  relationship  with  sofie  out  of  maybe  a  desire  to  save  her  from  herself  ?? like  u  know  that  good  girl  bad  boy  trope  where  the  girl  tries  to  save  the  boy  from  whatever  he’s  struggling  with  ? that’s  them  but  the  roles  are  just  reversed  -  good  guy  ,  bad  girl  .  it  was  kinda  just  filled  w  her  being  self - destructive  &  confiding  in  him  but  not  rly  reciprocating  the  care  so  he  became  kinda  distant  bc  of  it  .  tbh  she  prob  knew  he  was  too  good  for  her  but  had  a sliver  of  hope  he  wouldn’t  leave  her  even  tho  eventually  she  became  too  much  for  him  . (  lyrics : you said, “don’t treat me badly”, but you said it so sadly, so I did the best I could, not thinkin’ you would have left me gladly. i know you’re not sorry, why should you be? 'cause who am I to be in love, when your love never is for me?” ) TAKEN

FRIENDSHIP

the  paris  to  her  nicole  !! -  ok  i  f*cking  hate  that  i  said  this  but  she’s  nicole  richie  its  true  !! she  needs  a  messy  gal  pal  exactly  like  how  paris  &  nicole  are  i  stan  them  (  X  ,  X  ,  X  ) TAKEN

* roommate  !!  -  bc  of  her  abandonment  issues  she  rly  doesn’t  like  living  alone  so  prob  is  the  roomie  who  will  sleep  in  their  bed  from  time  to  time  bc  she  doesn’t  like  being  totally  alone  .  TAKEN

party  buddies  !! -  someone  who  encourages  sofies  wild  ways  .  when  the  two  get  together  its  usually  to  get  drunk  or  high  &  thats  the  way  they  like  it  .  sofie  doesn’t  feel  judged  by  them  as  she  does  by  others  who  don’t  get  obliterated  at  every  social  event  (  what  an  idea  !!  )  so  she  rly  values  them  ,  even  if  she  doesn’t  express  it

good influence  !! this  person  can  tell  that  her  beahvior  is  unhealthy  &  are  trying  to  gently  nudge  her  abt  it  .  she  can  tell  what  they’re  doing  but  her  addict  brain  is  telling  her  its  invasive  & threatening  so  shes  not  the  fondest  of  this  person  ,  but  deep  down  she  really  appreciates  them

girl squad  !!  cmon  cmon  everyone  loves  a  girl  squad  !!  sofie  rly  isn’t  the  biggest  stereotypical  girly  type  so  she’d  prob  complain  about  shopping  for  hours  or  putting  false  eyelashes  on  but  she  really  adores  and  values  the  group  .  inspo  :  X  ,  X  ,  X  ,  X  ,  X

fwb  !!  -  sofie  is  pretty  transparent  when  it  comes  to  what  she  wants  &  she’s  got  a  bad  habit  of  replacing  dealing  with  problems  with  getting  laid !! like  u  know  in  movies  when  the  man  opens  his  wallet  and  a  row  of  like  20  pictures  of  different  women  fall  out  ??  that’s  sof’s  aesthetic  .  she’s  got  a  bunch  of  fwb  of  all  genders  so  bring  me  some  pls

music buddies !!  these  two  are  both  in  the  music  industry  &  rather  than  it  being  competitive  ,  they’ve  developed  a  friendship  from  it  & enjoy  working  together  .  

* someone  sofie  ghostwrites  for  !! for  whatever  reason  ,  this  muse  doesn’t  write  their  own  songs  & instead  pays  sofie  to  write  them  for  them  .  she  doesn’t  love  it  but  its  a  way  to  make  money  & give  away  songs  she  doesn’t  feel  attached  to  but  are  worth  something  .  maybe  its  tense  bc  they  claim  the  songs  as  their  own  &  sofie  doesn’t  like  it  ,  this  could  be  ~escandolo~  later  !!

friends  from  high  school  !! -  people  sof  stayed  with  in  the  summer  bc  she  wasn’t  going  home  to  brazil  .  

friends  from  music  school  !!  -  she  def  felt  like  an  outsider  among  the  music  prodigies  at  this  school  ,  &  maybe  this  person  was  one  of  the  ppl  she  actually  connected  with  .

EX WHATEVAS

* ex - friends  !!  ok  pls  i  have  this  hc  where  sofie  got  way  too  high  one  night  &  slept  with  this  person’s  dad  or  sibling  or  smth !! u  know  that  line  in  ‘ bad guy ’  where  she  goes  ‘ might  seduce  your  dad  type  ? ’  ya  that’s  got  sofie  written  ALL  over  it !!   &  now  they’re  not  friends  bc  sofie  can’t  keep  it  in  her  pants  but  both  sides  kinda  misses  the  other  but  are  too  stubborn  to  say  anything  :~(

exes from college / high school  !!  - ok  honestly  i  just  love  all  the  exes  plots  .  gimme  someone  who  like  maybe  they  were  hooking  up  (  she’s  from  nyc  )  &  decided  to  give  it  a  shot  dating  &  it  worked  for  a  while  but  ultimately  fell  apart  bc  of  sof’s  inability  to  open  up  .  maybe  there's  still  tension  or  maybe  theyre  friends  now  !!

[catbowserauthor]

Some Hurt/Comfort with 1987 Mikey and Brothers

This piece I actually wrote a long time ago and it didn't even occur to me that it shared some similarities with 'Hunger Games' (though only a small piece). I really do want to build a whole story around this but I have gone back and forth on what exactly it would be. So, for now, here's some hurt and comfort with the turtle brothers, set in the 1987 verse...Mikey centric of course. ____

  The screams awoke all of them with a start, jumping out of their beds, though Raphael had ended up falling asleep in the living room instead of his bed. Master Splinter would have frowned at it but given he was not due back for another day or so (Leonardo had been unable to reach him) he had opted to stay out in the open. He had not said as much but Leonardo suspected he was keeping watch. They had all felt like that after coming home from this fiasco and it seemed it had dug its mark deep in their youngest sibling.

Michelangelo was thrashing in his bed, screaming at the top of his lungs. Leonardo and Donatello reached him first, with Raphael following close after. It was hardly unexpected, given the type of world that they had survived but still, it was rare, being teenage boys, that they willingly revealed their fear. So, to hear their brother screaming at the top of his lungs put them all on edge. Seeing tears rushing down his face even in his sleep just cut into their hearts more.

Grasping his shoulders tightly, Donatello shook him, hard, “Michelangelo, wake up! You’re home, you’re safe!”

Their brother’s eyes flew open with a shout at the same time that his fist shot out, nailing Donatello in the left cheek. He winced, as there was quite a bit of power behind that punch but more than that, his sibling wrestled loose of the bedsheets onto the floor and backed away from them, in a near panic. He grabbed his nightstand and threw it to the ground, ignoring the broken pieces of frame and glass that went everywhere, scooting back right into the shards.

“Michelangelo!” Leonardo started again, trying to approach him but his brother’s eyes were fiery, wild, dissociated.

“get back! Back!” He snarled. “Lies, all of you! You’re all lies!”

Raphael blinked, “I…think our bro has finally stepped off the deep end.”

Donatello snarled, “It’s a flashback, hard-shell.” He knelt and offered again, “Michelangelo, you’re home. It’s alright…”

“back!” he hissed again and grabbed a piece of broken glass in his hand, being too far from his weapons to snag them. The shard cut into his hand, making Donatello wince. That was going to need stiches, no doubt about it. “You keep back! False! All of you! False! Liars! Murderers! MURDERERS! Not my brothers!”

Leonardo softened his voice, took after Donatello’s lead and knelt to sit on his knees, “Michelangelo. What kind of lies are you talking about?”

“You’re all lies!” He snarled, his eyes darting wildly between all three of them. “All of you! Not the Leonardo I know! Not my bro!” He backed up as far as he could, ironing himself so far into the corner, his entire body shaking, “ALL LIES!” Darting forward, he slammed his arm down towards Leonardo, his bleeding hand still clutching the broken piece of glass. “LIAR!”

Leonardo, being the most well-trained of his brothers, easily caught his sibling’s arm in mid strike just as Donatello sprung to his feet and Raphael tried to rush to help. Twisting, he snagged a piece of glass with his foot, being the most agile of them and struck at Donatello with it. It made contact, though luckily just a graze as his brother was well trained as well. Had Michelangelo not been in a panic, he probably would have done more damage, especially if Leonardo had not had as good a grip as he had.

Michelangelo twisted and swept his leg at Raphael’s, knocking his legs out from under him but he was unable to counter Leonardo and Donatello, who was ignoring his bleeding leg, as they pinned him onto the bed, Leonardo forcefully prying the glass from their brother’s hand. “LET GO! I’M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU ANYTHING! YOU’RE NOT MY BROTHERS!”

“Michelangelo, snap out of it!” Raphael snarled, getting to his feet, “It’s us, you nitwit!”

“Raphael!” Leonardo snarled, “Not helping!”

Donatello tried to reach out to his youngest brother verbally again, “Mikey, c’mon, it’s us! You’re not in that hell anymore. It’s us, it’s Donatello, it’s Leonardo, it’s Raphael!” He was almost pleading. Michelangelo had not told them much about what he had encountered and they had only seen some of it. What had they missed? He did recall Michelangelo seemed to be reluctant at first when he saw them again, almost like he was checking. His panicked voice…trying something else, Donatello said again, keeping a firm grip on his youngest brother’s arm, “Michelangelo, it’s nii-chan.”

That seemed to get some kind of response because he stopped fighting as intensely and focused his eyes on Donatello tightly. “W…what?” he had switched to Japanese, something they had not done without need for years but Donatello and the others decided to run with it.

“It’s us, little brother, “ Leonardo tried again, not loosening his grip but trying to soften his voice as much as he could. “You’re home, you’re safe…”

“Which home though…” Michelangelo accused. “Which brothers are you? The cold ones…the cruel ones…the ones that don’t know what brotherhood even means…” he openly sobbed but did not lose his fire, “Which ones are you?!”

Raphael stared at his brother, feeling like his heart was being squeezed tighter with each word his brother said. What kind of hell had he been through when they weren’t watching? Watching their sibling trudge through the horrible, unforgiving landscape had been bad enough, but it seemed that something far worse had happened. The red banded turtle made himself a silent vow, somehow or another, he was going to track down that…that Demia…and oh, the type of death he would give her…

“We’re your real brothers,” Leonardo insisted, taking one hand, while still holding his brother’s wrist with the other, “I promise. On my honor.”

“Honor?” Michelangelo scoffed, “And what is your definition of honor?” He shook a bit, “Killing Sensei? Kicking out Donatello because he didn’t fit your view of a fighter?”

Oh, the horrors that ran through Leonardo’s heart like ice. What had his little brother seen? “I’m the Leonardo you grew up with Mikey.” He nodded to Donatello “And this is the real Donatello. And Raphael…”

Michelangelo tensed at that name and looked at his red banded brother with what could only be described as utter terror. “True…or false? How do I know? How do I KNOW?!”

The sarcastic turtle climbed up on the bed and moving on an impulse, said, “Yellow is your actual favorite color.” He stated simply.

Michelangelo blinked and stopped struggling, staring at Raphael.

The hot-headed teenager went on, “You wanted yellow for your color until I tol’ you it was a girly color. Then you asked me if orange was girly and I said it was ‘better.’”

Leonardo blinked at Raphael but then smiled, nodded. Of course. If Michelangelo thought they were false, that they were the brothers that didn’t “know brotherhood” then what better way to prove otherwise than spout out facts that only a brother who cared would know?

“You do have a pizza topping you hate,” Leonardo added. “You won’t eat spinach on it.”

Donatello lay a hand on his brother’s shaking face, “You still sleep with that stuffed panda bear if you’re nervous. You called him Kuma Bear even though I told you that was redundant.”

Raphael gently touched his brother’s left arm, “You broke your left arm when we were four by sneaking up to the surface and misstepping when we came back into the sewers.”

“You’re our little artist,” Leonardo smiled. “Before Sensei salvaged a camera and before Donatello learned to fix them, you would paint or color whenever we had a special day.”

Raphael laughed, lightly, “Last year, you redrew all of them and gave them to Sensei on Christmas.”

Donatello added, “You hate it when we yell.”

Leonardo said gently, “You have a journal where you write down your worries and story ideas. You keep it tucked between two magazines.”

Donatello chimed in, “You sing karaoke when you think we aren’t listening.”

Raphael tightened his resolve and locked eyes with his brother, “Feel with your empath-xmen power, little brother. What are we feeling?”

The turtle’s heaving breaths stopped a moment. He looked for one to the other, with something akin to clarity seeming to seep out before saying to Donatello, “You…made a watch that stopped time…real or not?”

Softly gazing down him, the turtle genius nodded, “Real.”

To Leonardo, he inquired, “You’re…scared of snakes…true or not?”

“100% true,” came that gentle baritone.

To Raphael, “You…you…killed Shredder?”

A shake of the head, “Not real, not yet.” He almost added it would not be so bad if he did but the look from Donatello and Leonardo held his tongue.

Thus, it begun to feel like twenty questions:

“You thought you were a Musketeer once.”

“Real.”

“You called yourself Green Defender…”

“Yeah, yeah…once! Okay, a few times…”

“You tried to spin the city buildings off their foundations?”

“Uh…nope.”

“Sensei whipped you once for taking his special katana?”

Flushed face but “Unfortunately true.”

By now, Leonardo and Donatello had felt comfortable enough to release their sibling and Raphael had somehow nudged himself onto the small bed so they were all crowded around their sibling. Michelangelo set his eyes on Raphael, “You’ve been drunk before.”

Leonardo and Donatello blinked and looked to Raphael as he pouted but replied, “…true.”

Okay, they would need to hear THAT story later.

Leonardo pulled Michelangelo close to his chest, “Do you believe us now, Michelangelo? That you’re home, that you’re safe?”

“Almost, Dude.” The surfer turtle said softly and then looked from one to the other, again. One thing that had stuck out to him was that cruel world those…other brothers had always screamed, shouted, meant. So, while he was sure he was really back home, he needed to…”Even though I’m annoying, I don’t always catch on quick and I…can get us into so much trouble…like I did with…you love me?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he found himself wrapped in three pairs of arms and it was all three in unison that answered “Real.”

[bname-less]

Understanding Tadashi Hamada x Reader

This is my first one shot ever. I wrote this a long time ago so, I apologize for all of the grammar and other errors. I hope you enjoy it! 😊

*WARNING slight cussing and making out*

The sun beat down in hot rays as sand covered your feet, while the sound of waves crashing onto the shore filled your ears.

“It’s a beautiful day” you say with a goofy grin on your face.

“At least it’s not raining” GoGo says popping her gum.

“Awww come on GoGo. This is going to be amazing, we can tan, and go swimming. Not to mention all of the guys.” Honey lemon says in an overly excited tone as she litterly bounces on her feet.

“I’d rather surf” gogo says in a bored tone.

“You and your adrenaline rushes” you giggle as gogo smacks you playfully.

“Guys, let’s just have fun. I mean come on we have all day, let’s just do everything. ” the blonde says draging you towards the water.

“Guys are you sure this waters sanitary? I mean, it looks questionable to me.” Wasabi says standing near the water.

“This isn’t Tarzan, Wasabi. Man up.” GoGo pops her gum loudly as she walks into the ocean with her surf board under her arm.

“ You don’t know what’s in there, there could be toxic waste.” Wasabi shrieks as gogo splashes water at him.

“No, but I’m sure someone has peed there” Fred yells as he floats on his blow-up dragon raft.

You can’t help but laugh as you watch Wasabi scream while Fred sprays him with a water gun from his raft. Looking around you see Hiro trying to teach Baymax how to play volleyball, as honey lemon lays beside you tanning. Looking to your right your eyes land on Tadashi bent over organizing his things under an umbrella. Not being able to help yourself you stare at his butt in approval. You giggle silently as you best friend mumbles in your ear “That ass” while wiggling her eyebrows at you knowingly.

“Guys look to your left” you hear Honey Lemon squeal beside of you.

Your jaw drops at the sight before you. A group of guys walk your way with their muscles showing in all of their glory, their bodies looking as if they were sculpted by the gods. You feel blood quickly rush to your face as you try not to faint like Honey Lemon.

“Those abs though” your best friend mumbles beside you directing your attention to the men’s stomachs. Their abs are perfect, hard like washboards, and toned to perfection. Which cause you to stare and your best friend to drool.

“Why can’t I get a guy with that kind of body” you say with a blank mind, forgetting about Tadashi ’ s existence as you watch the men walk by.

“I know what you mean girl, I’d tap that” your best friend elbows you slightly as you nod absent-mindly.

“Yeah but hot guys like that won’t even look at me” you say pouting slightly and your friend sulks.

“Hey (name), aren’t you going to swim?” a voice says finally bringing you back to reality.

Looking up your eyes land on Tadashi, in nothing but his black swim trunks. You can’t help but blush lightly as your eyes look over his figure. His skin is slightly taned from the summer sun. His torso may not have abs, but it is toned along with arms and the rest of his body. Even so you didn’t care about his body, well of course you liked his looks but that’s not what made you fall in love with him. It’s funny really in the past all of the guys you had crushes on was because of their looks, but with Tadashi you fell in love with his personality first. You loved his kindness, his jokes, and even his corks, but his looks were a plus though.

“Wow, (name) I’m flattered you like my muscles so much” Tadashi wiggles his eyebrows at you while flexing his arms.

“W-what are you talking about tadashi I don’t see muscles anywhere.” You stuttered looking away, causing Tadashi to frown.

“But sure let’s go swimming, Tadashi, and I bet I can beat you at water volleyball. ” you say pulling Tadashi out of his thoughts.

~TIME SKIP~ Ever since that day at the beach Tadashi has started acting weird around you. He always seemed busy, he even stopped eating lunch with you and would say that he had to work on his next robotics project. You guys didn’t even walk home together after school anymore and you couldn’t talk to him in class because you guys only had two together. At first you thought it was just a coincidence but after a month and a half you started to think he was avoiding you. You started to wonder if you had made him upset about something.

You quietly walked down the empty halls of the college heading towards Tadashi’s lab. School had ended 15 minutes ago and you had grown tired of waiting on Tadashi. Standing before Tadashi’s lab you knocked lightly on the door before walking in. Tadashi was gathering up his things while not noticing your presence. His cap set on top of a lamp on his desk while he ran his hand through his hair. He wore a pair of his normal jeans along with a baggy sweatshirt, which was another thing that had changed. His new clothes seemed to be baggier, as if he bought them two sizes too big. Watching him for a moment you noticed how he seemed to be doing nothing in particular, you also noticed the pile of finished work on his desk.

Seeing that he was finished with is work you spoke up, “Tadashi are you ready to go home?”

You’re sudden voice caused him to jump slightly and spin around to see you.

“(Name), I didn’t hear you come in” He says rubbing his neck sheepishly.

“I knocked, are you ready to go” you giggle from his reaction.

“I’m sorry (name) but I can’t I have to finish some work here” He say causing you to frown.

“Why is he avoiding me? Is he mad at me for teasing him at the beach”? You wonder.

“Tadashi you’re not mad at me for teasing you, are you? I’m sorry if I upset you” you say touching his shoulder lightly.

“I’m not upset with you, (name). I’m sorry for bailing on you all of the time I’m just really busy with work here” he pats you on the head before continuing, “I’ll be here really late, so just go ahead without me”.

“Okay Tadashi I guess I’ll see you around” you say feeling discouraged.

You quickly made your way out of the university and continued to walk through the city, while trying to clear your mind. You had a big project coming up that you wanted Tadashi to help you with the (w/s) part of it, but for the past week he has always been busy. Which made you even more frustrated, sighing you finally decided to go see if Honey Lemon or GoGo could help you instead. Remembering them saying that they were going to go to the mall you texted them letting them know what was going on and that you would meet them there. As you texted them you really didn’t pay attention to the crowd around finally looking up you noticed a familiar boy a few feet ahead of you. “Maybe he’s just finished his work early” you think to yourself as you approach him.

You freeze once you hear girly laugh followed by Tadashi’s, looking forward you notice he’s not alone. You notice he’s talking to a very pretty brunette. You can’t help but feel jealous as you watch them laugh together like they’re a couple. You feel completely out of place like you don’t belong here.

Yet you can’t help but wonder, “Is the reason why Tadashi stopped hanging out with me is because he has a girlfriend”?

You can’t help but feel a sharp pain in your chest as the girl hugs him. After all you did have a crush on him. As the girl leaves you decide to speak to Tadashi.

“Tadashi, I thought you had to work on your project?” You say standing behind him making him jump slightly.

“(N-name) did you follow me?” He says now facing you.

“No, I was on my way to the mall, but since you’re not busy why don’t we just hang out now?” You ask.

“I can’t (name), I have stuff to do.” He says trying to end the conversation.

“You don’t seem like it, you were just talking to that girl.” You say confused.

“(Name), I don’t have time for this, I really need to go.” He says starting to walk away.

Quickly you grab his wrist saying, “But Tadashi, we haven’t hung out in months.”

“(Name), I said I don’t have time for this!” He says raising his voice.

“If you don’t want to hang out with me anymore just tell me! I’m used to being left anyway. I wouldn’t want to be a pest! ” You yell in frustration.

“You know what, (name). You are a pest, no wonder you never had friends in high school. You’re so clingy, and you’re not even my girlfriend! No wonder your boyfriend left you, you’re s-” Tadashi was cut of by you slapping him hard on the face. It was only then that all of his anger and frustration cleared his mind. His eyes widened just, then realishing what he had just said. He opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off again.

“I-I guess you’re just the same as them all, I can’t believe I actually thought you were my friend! I thought you were different, I hate you, Tadashi!” tears streaming down your face but before tadashi can speak you run away.

You can hear him calling your name but you keep running. That night you didn’t stay at your house but at (b/f) vacation house. You spent the night in tears while explainig everything the him/her. Meanwhile Tadashi searched for you half of the night but was unable to find you. That night you cried yourself to sleep. For the next whole week you didn’t return to school and you ignored everyone’s calls and texts. Instead you did everything to get Tadashi off your mind, mainly you concentrated on your project.

~A week later~ “(Name) you need to go to school, you’ve already missed a week.” Your mom says while rubbing your back. You lay facedown on your bed with your face buried in your pillow.

“I am going to school today, mom. I just don’t want to see him.” You say while sitting up.

“Honey, it’s only natural for Tadashi to get a girlfriend. I know it’s upsetting but that’s how life works.” She says hugging you gently.

“I know but I wish he would have just told me instead of lying.” You say wiping tears from your face.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asks.

“I don’t feel like it today, besides I need to get ready for school.” You stand before walking towards the door with your mom.

“Okay sweetie, then I’ll go make you some breakfast.” She says before walking downstairs.

(Sorry I got tired writing this part -_-) Sighing to yourself, you quickly get dressed and ready for school. Once you’ve finished you grab your bag and slouch down the stairs while brushing your hair for the third time. Once reaching the kitchen table sighing, you give up on your hair. After breakfast you make your way to school. Once there you can’t help but feel beyond nervous. You don’t want to see Tadashi and honestly you didn’t feel like talking to the others, so you did your best to avoid them. Your plan worked for most of the day, until the gang caught up to you at lunch. Of course they asked you where you had been, which you replied “I was out of town, I need some time to myself.” They seem to question your answer and didn’t push it any further. After some small talk you quickly walked back to your lab, still trying to avoid Tadashi. You sigh in relief as you reach your lab’s door, but before you can open it Tadashi’s voice stops you.

“(Name)?” You ignore his voice as you open the door to your lab. You quickly walk into your lab and attempt to shut the door behind you, but Tadashi follows you into the room.

“(Name) we need to talk.” Tadashi stops you grabbing your wrist.

“There’s nothing to say Tadashi, I understand now.” You speak yanking yourself from his grasp.

“No you don’t understand” He says walking towards you as you back away.

“ Yes, I do. You don’t want to be seen around me no more, because you have a girlfriend. Fine then. So Tadashi just leave me alone.” You say with tears running down your face.

“ I can’t do that” He says as your back hits a wall and he stops in front of you.

“You have a girlfriend, Tadashi! Why do you have to make this harder on me? Is this what you want? To hurt me?” Before you could say anything else tadashi ’ s pinned you to the wall his hands on either side of your head.

“She’s not my girlfriend and would you just listen to me!” Tadashi raises his voice slightly, making you silent.

With tears still in your eyes you stare at the ground, your too afraid to face him. You didn’t want to get hurt more than you already had.

“(Name), please look at me.” Tadashi softly says making you flinch.

Even after his request you still continue to stare at the ground. Sighing Tadashi gently grabs your chin and tilts your head to meet his eyes. His hearts aches as his eyes take in your current condition. Your (e/c) eyes are red and puffy and whatever make up you may have had on was completely gone. Your cheeks were red and stained with tears, while your lips quivered from holding back sobs. Your (h/c) hair was a mess, standing in every direction and your clothes were slightly wrinkled. Your body shook in fear from his touch, like you were afraid of him. Your (e/c) eyes refused to meet his even though your face was tilted the same angle as his. You could feel yourself start to blush from the distance between the two of you, you could literally feel his breath on your face. Your nose was flooded with his scent of coffee and pastries. Even though his eyes were boring holes into you, you still couldn’t look at him. You flinched slightly as Tadashi pushed some of your (h/c) behind your ear.

“Please let me explain myself, (name). ” He says softly as if he’s trying to comfort a hurt animal.

“I don’t want to hear excuses Tadashi, now please just let me go home” you mumble glancing up at him.

“Just hear me out name and I promise you can leave, but please just let me say something first.” He sounds as if he’s begging, almost desperately.

“If I listen to you, can I leave as soon as your finished with your explanation? ” your eyes finally meet his but only for a moment.

“Yes” Tadashi speaks in nothing more than a whisper.

“O-okay I’ll listen” you mumble back in response.

Sighing Tadashi slightly pulls himself away for a moment, removing his arms from either side of your head. You sigh in content from the sudden gain in personal space, but gasp as Tadashi proceeds to take of his white t shirt. Before you can react your trapped in his arms again, making your breathing irregular. Your face feels as if it’s on fire from your blush, your face was as red as a tomato as Tadashi takes your hand in his and proceeds to hold it against his chest. Your fingers twitch slightly as Tadashi runs your had down his toned chest to his abs making your blush an even darker red. The muscles beneath your fingertips flexes from the feeling of your skin on his. Your fingers move over his hard abs making you feel light headed as you try not to have a nose bleed.

“I did this for you” Tadashi ’ s voice snaps you out of your trance.

“After I saw you looking and talking about those guys at the beach, I started working out, and that girl i was talking to was my gym instructor. I just wanted you to look at me like that, I want you to notice me, (name).” He says with a dead serious expression.

“I didn’t stop hanging out with you because I thought you were a pest, or I didn’t want you in my life. I was frustrated and jealous, I’ll admit. All those times you wanted to hangout, were days when I worked out, but I didn’t tell you that because I wasn’t ready to. I wanted to surprise you. ” Tadashi finishes while still holding your hand to him.

“But why would you do that Tadashi? Why would you do something so time consuming just to surprise me? ” you say, your eyes meeting his with a confused gaze.

“ You’re so oblivious” Tadashi laughs before turning serous again, “I want you to see me differently than before. ”

Gently his drags your hand back up to his chest before placing it over his heart. Beneath your fingertips you can feel his heart beat at an accelerated rate as if he’s nervous.

“You feel that? This is what you do to me every time you’re around. ” Tadashi says bringing his face closer to yours. Your face grows an even darker shade of red than before, while a sudden thought fills your mind.

“Did Tadashi do all of this because he loves me?”

But for some reason you can’t help but doubt yourself, it’s seem to good to be true that the man you had the biggest crush on loved you too.

“Tadashi” his name rolls of your tounge in nothing more than a whisper.

Tadashi ’ s eyes widen as if he’s surprised that you spoke his name in such a way. His nose brushes yours as his lips brush against yours softly as he speaks, “I love you, (name).” His brown eyes stare lovingly into your (e/c) as if asking for permission while his lips brush against yours with every breath he takes.

“I love you too, bakashi” you say staring back with the same intensity as him.

Tadashi eyes widen from your confession but doesn’t have to be told twice, in seconds his lips capture yours in a kiss. The kiss is passionate but gentle, like he’s afraid of breaking you. Your hands make their to Tadashi ’ s hair, tangling your fingers into his dark locks which sent shivers down his spine. Meanwhile Tadashi ’ s hands make their way to your thighs, you break the kiss to gasp as you are lifted from the ground. Quickly your legs wrap around Tadashi ’ s waist for support as his body traps you against the wall. Your lips meet agian but this time the kiss is rough and passionate as if all of his pent up feelings from the past years were put into this one kiss, during the kiss you can’t help but blush from the feeling of Tadashi ’ s muscular torso against yours. Your lips move perfectly against one another, in a never ending battle of dominance. Your fingers wrap around the ends of Tadashi ’ s hair pulling it gently earning a small moan from him. His body pressed against yours tightly as his hands run up the back of your shirt, making you whimper slightly. Again the kiss lasts for a few minutes before you both pull away gasping. You bury your head into Tadashi ’ s neck as you try to catch your breath. Carefully you unwrap your legs from Tadashi ’ s waist as he reluctantly let’s you go.

“I love you so much” Tadashi whisper as he covers your face in light kisses causing you to giggle.

“Will you please forgive me, and make me the happiest man alive by becoming my girlfriend? ” He says pulling away, with a blush covering his cheeks.

“Do you think I would kiss a guy other than my boyfriend? ” you giggle kissing him on the cheek, watching Tadashi ’ s reaction.

His brown eyes widen and smile you’ve never seen before appears on his face. Before you can react he takes you in his arms and spins you around making you squeal. Tadashi ’ s laugher fills the room along with your own, it all feels like a dream to you. You still couldn’t believe that this was real, you (y/n) (l/n) were Tadashi ’ s girlfriend. Carefully Tadashi returns your feet to the ground with a goofy grin on his face as he rests his forehead against your own.

“Thanks for making me the happiest man alive.” He says staring into your eyes. “ Thanks for making me the happiest girl alive. ” you giggle. End Extra “Y-you know Tadashi you didn’t have to work out for me to notice you.” You say, “but it’s not like I don’t like them, I-I mean I don’t, I mean I do” you stuttered. “Awww, your adorable when you’re flustered. ” Tadashi cooed making you an even worse blushing and stuttering.

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Desperation, fraud, and perjury. The deception of the internet by a felon...

This is a thread of your 'acclaimed' "Queen of Rap"; Reminisce Smith (Remy Ma) the BIGGEST FRAUD in history. This will be full or facts, receipts and clapbacks to anyone who thinks they can 1-Up Nicki Minaj because we saw what happened to Kimberly’s career.

What we call this here, ladies is “Onikavoodoo” because that’s what happens when you go against the Queen. 

Who God bless, no man can curse.

Nickisus Proverbs 12:17

“When you went aginst Nicki, you depleted your wealth” / “Go against Nicki, it’s gon’ cost ya.”

Anyway, before you comment with negativity about whatever you feel is needed about why this thread has surfaced or how hard I'm going for Nicki Minaj, because I am and it doen’t matter, y'all don't know the half and probably don't care about the facts but quick to assume it's true. Whoever it is that tries to tear down what Minaj has built for herself over the years and make it possible for the other girls to come up or back (even if it’s to attack her) be HUMBLE. Don’t forget she put female rap back on the map. Just admit you don't like her but don't bandwagon to the next bitch that "tries" to end Minaj's reign. I will also be discrediting the accusations appointed to Nicki Minaj; rumorous tabloids and ill banter. Alas, let us begin. Get you some snacks and be prepared for this scolding hot tea, girlies. 

As we all know and love, Nicki Minaj is the most successful and highest selling female rapper of all time. With this success, it brings out the most spiteful and jealousy of a person so of course, these girls try to tear her down but unlike Nicki, what she built is from her own success and hard work ethic. She didn't have to tear another female down in order to aspire or become recognized. The CEO; multi-platinum album(s) and record(s) selling vixen, singer, music writer, producer, entertainer, actress, award winning, Billboard ranking, Aretha Franklin record successor, brander, mogul, now signed model, fragrance and liquor owner, and empire BUSINESSWOMAN has done so much in her reigning time than all female rappers COMBINED AND THEN SOME (excluding Latifah because she was the first to step outside of Rap and still make money). So, what we won't sit here today and do is tear down and undermine this black woman's success and legacy of her brand. Another thing these girls can take from Minaj, gracefully, other than biting her flow and style, is.....ready? Now say it with me girls; ‘LONGEVITY’ which is why these bitches are only hot for one summer. 

Some more facts about Miss Minaj not paying homage to others before she is false because she always had and applauded and spoke highly of those before her even in all her interviews coming up but unlike Minaj, her elders did not lend a hand and embrace her as she did for these upcoming female rappers. Nicki and Remy both fucked with each other and Nicki been saying "free Remy" since her sentence, so let's not act like my bitch doesn't like these girls before they flew out the window.

 Also, the dead rumors about Safaree ghostwrites for Nicki is trash. We both know he can't spit on his own so how y’all get that? Plus, we had 7Up do an interview defending and ending accusations about Nicki having a ghostwriter, she been writing since she first started and in their Rap group; The Hood$tars. Safaree (who was once apart of the group) never wrote and had his raps done for him by 7Up. Proof that Safaree wrote to 7Up when 7Up did his bid and asked for 16′s to start him up again because he felt some type of way being behind her “Hype Man” fuck outta here.

After a 12 plus year relationship, Safreeload hit Nicki with a lawsuit in November of 2014 for unpaid royalties after their breakup. Nicki responds to social media as to Safaree for him going to the media about it. Clapback, girl. 👏

What the FUCK you mean “unpaid loyalties”? BOY IF YOU DON’T... We know damn well that you never had to pay for a thing, everything was given to you. You should be humbled and accept that you lost the best you ever had because like most men aren’t faithful and how you let Nicki Minaj go? Mind boggling.

We won’t even discuss Weak Mill on here because all the L’s he been taking after thier breakup is just odee. Another dumbass who let the baddest walk away smh. BUT WE’RE GLAD, moocher. 

Moving along..

Nicki had Dej Loaf who is a female rapper headline for her Tour and even reached out to Young m.a.; Remixed a song of hers and gave her a shoutout during her performance and Remix. UNITY is what she spoke of but not everyone can see the bigger picture....and one, in particular, speaks of Unity but has done the complete opposite since the beginning.

Let's take it back to early 2016 when Remy decided to take it upon herself to remix other artists songs (when no one asked) and multiple have been of Nicki's and took jabs but before we head there with the song and few sleezy bars from the girl, let's rewind to 2014 (Reminisce has been out of jail for almost three years now), early-September to be exact. Nicki Minaj actually reached out and called Remy in excitement for her homecoming and even asked her to jump on a song with her and Foxy that would have been on Nicki's third studio album “The Pinkprint”. Remy Ma declined; can't promise it’s verbatim but that she could not work with someone she despised and can't move past the fact that she (Remy) and Foxy beefed. There was no repair for that. After that, Remy felt some type of way and kept her distance. Back to the Remix of Nicki's "Truffle Butter" Remy raps

ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ pap ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP Pap ᴾAp ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ

“Truffle Butter (Remix)” 

 “People keep saying, ‘Rem, you need to drop a record / I’m like in a minute let me body bitch’s records.”

ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ pap ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP Pap ᴾAp ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ

This was the first and wouldn't be the last jab taken towards Minaj. Who else was she referring to? It couldn't be poor Iggy. That girl hasn't done anything to anyone and besides Nicki, was the only one making music and SELLING (for the people in the back saying she couldn't be talking about Nicki Minaj). 

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 Hmmmmm, really? Because she sounds mad corny in that interview right now. She double backed because she knows people caught on to her snubbing her so she’s tryna make an excuse for herself probably from Pap or Joe. She’s not ready for this storm that’s about to arrive.

As generous as the Queen is, took a blind eye to the shade. Heading to the 2016 BET Awards, Nicki takes home her SEVENTH AWARD IN A ROW and Remy congratulates her and Nicki responded with gratitude (because Onika is not this evil bitch with power that these people are out to make her be). 

https://twitter.com/NICKIMINAJ/status/747600497427681280

Following to the BET Hip-Hop Awards, yet again another subliminal was taken towards the businesswoman with a "Cypher Freestyle"

ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ pap ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP Pap ᴾAp ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ

“Cypher Freestyle”  

“Take away they stylist they don't know what style is.”

ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ pap ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP Pap ᴾAp ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ

“This can't be shots towards Nicki. You're reaching. You wanna make everything about Nicki. She ain't innocent! She started it!”   Said the angry people in the comments below this thread. You're absolutely right...about being wrong. 

Earlier that year (2014) Terrance which was Nicki's formal hairstylist was dropped from her crew and even hit Nicki with a $30 million lawsuit saying that Nicki was ungrateful; he was underpaid, and kept his wigs (when they were given to her) and started her own wig line with his designs. Low and behold Terrance is now doing wigs and hair for Remy and did her hair for the Hip-Hop Awards 2016 which that subliminal was made.

To the fraudulent events that are about to unfold, hold on to your wigs. 

“Say ‘cheese’ if Nicki Minaj tried to stop your bag.” 

Starter kit. 

All the cornballs and nondescripts in one photo. Smells like attention, musty and poor to me. 

Remember earlier when Remy Ma said she couldn't move past the beef with Foxy Brown, which is why the collaboration never happened? Well, get this! For their joint alBUM Fat Joe and Remy make peace for “Plato O Plomo” (which barley sold $20K first two months and still struggling) and release their first single "All The Way Up". 

But before we get into that song let's reeeeeewind *Missy voice* to 2010 when Remy took shots towards Fat Joe with "Fat Liar" and Lil' Kim with "Dat Thing" 2009. “What? Remy and Kim beefed?” Oh yeah, we'll get to that in a minute. Fat Joe.... the same dude that said Remy ain't got talent and that Nicki Minaj is better than her and will continue to reign as the Queen of Hip-Hop/Rap is the same Fat Joe who's making a joint album with lmao.

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The same girl who said she'd kill him if she caught him in the streets. Damn man, talk about not being able to move 'passed the beef'. Back to the single "All The Way Up" Remy raps:

ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ pap ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP Pap ᴾAp ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ

“All The Way Up” 

“Wanted to be an icon / Ended up like Akon.” 

[She also referenced Nicki's catchphrase:]

“All this talk about my son and your son / I’m hot and your whole world revolve around me — bitch, I am the sun.”

ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ pap ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP Pap ᴾAp ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ

*Crickets* Whoa, where did all of this jealousy and anger manifest from? Crazy to think that Nicki Minaj started all of this, sheesh, was I blind. This subliminal isn't even a subliminal anymore. We've heard and seen the shade and the world knows who she is talking about. That's when Nicki decides to fire back. What you expect her to do? Take it like a bitch? NAH. Thus "Don't Hurt Me" was released with DJ Mustard and Jeremih. Nicki spits playfully on the first verse and comes together flawlessly on the second verse

“Don't Hurt Me”

“All these bitches beggin' me to pass the baton / All these bitches tryna fit my crown and my wand / Bitches still my sons, get your sonogram on.” 

A month later with their second single, "Cookin" Remy states that Nicki is hating and to fall back in line because everyone is jealous of her, said no one, ever.

ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ pap ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP Pap ᴾAp ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ

“Cookin”

“We are not the same / I'm one of a kind. It's my time, you hatin' on me, get in line son.”

ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ pap ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP Pap ᴾAp ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ

As she roughly rhymes. 

Alas, Onika drops that fire ass song "Black Barbies" which the beat was given to her by Rae Sremmurd who headlined for her Pinkprint Tour back in 2015. Nicki clapsback with the whole song and her verses. She's letting her know that she's not the one.

“Black Barbies”

“Who the fuck is gon' protect her if I really gotta check her?” 

[Along with:]

“She said she got a hit record, I said, ‘Ooh shit!’ / Picked up my phone ’cause I had to call ‘Bullshit!' / These bitches havin’ nightmares of my new shit / These bitches pussy and they don’t ever do shit.”

Again with the entendre's and Minaj actually, speaks it out to the listeners "do shit" / "douche it". The hit record she refers to "All The Way Up" because multiple artists are on the track and she's acting like she made the song when clearly, she didn't. 😉

Two more subliminal verses of 2016 Remy responds with the fourth single off the joint album with Fat Liar "Money Showers" and she states:

ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ pap ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP Pap ᴾAp ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ

“Money Showers”

“Bitch claiming she the queen, what? Not hardly / Who the fuck gave you your crown, bitch? Steve Harvey? / It's my time, you hatin' on me, get in line son.”

ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ pap ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP Pap ᴾAp ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ

The platinum artist responds with her hardcore and metaphoric on take of Young m.a.'s "Ooouuu" with "The Pinkprint (Freestyle)" as you tune into the second verse with witty wordplay she drops;

“The Pinkprint (Freestyle)”

“Fuck outta here you dumb bitch / You know I'm pretty, and I'm witty, and I'm dumb rich / You throw shade, but I sun bitch/ And now you know what I'mma say, "you my son, bitch!”

And also with the Remix of "Wait A Minute" Remy responds with;

ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ pap ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP Pap ᴾAp ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ

“Wait A Minute”

“Will I smoke this bitch? Yes / Probably fail my piss test / Get rid of those fake breasts / And put a vest on this bitch chest.”

ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ pap ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP Pap ᴾAp ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ

The jealousy and hatred just keeps growing and adding on to the big back she already has. The Hunchback of Notre Bronx thinks she on to something and untouchable but Nicki eats rappers. Nicki ends the year with a response that are full of entendre's and clever punchlines with the song "Like A Star" with Fetty Wap. I had to include a chunk because it's so clever and genius and I'll break it down for the 'real Hip-Hop' heads who can't keep up with her lyricism.

“Like A Star”

“Who better than Nicki? Man, I can't eff'in' tell / Every time I drop, bitches like, "FML" / Haha, you in the game? I own my own game / I only respect them hoes that own they own plane / Young Griselda, slicin' up / I ain't got no competition so my price is up / I'm the heavyweight champ, Mike Tyson'd up and I used to be a bitch, but I nicen'ed up.”

SOOO clever. Did you guys catch it? Well, here we go just in case you didn't.

“Who better than Nicki.......Every time I drop, bitches like FML” 

She states no one is better than herself (Nicki) because let's be honest, which female rapper accomplished and made more for herself other than just doing rap? Every time she drops music, these bitches are SHOOK.

“You in the game? I own my own game......own plane”

You in the rap game? We ain't tell and you haven't been sellin'. Oh, Nicki Minaj has her own mobile game, yet again branding and making more for herself. She only respects those who have their own transportation thru the sky rather than those who use their label mates transport (Fat Joe) to get to point A & B.

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My favorite line yet! 

👇👇👇

“Young Griselda, slicin' up......Mike Tyson'd.......Nicen'ed up.”

WHEW! 🔥🔥🔥 What Minaj is rapping about here is that she is Griselda; which I might add is a double entendre, and if none of you kept up in History class, she was a notorious drug dealer and only female head honcho of her time. She was ruthless and didn't do her own slicing as in she had other people do it for her both in cocaine and heads. She was known to dismember her competition or people she didn't like in general. Nicki basically has no competition, just like Griselda Blanco, so her price is up, killin' the game and bitches. The consumers want more! And she can charge to her desire. Mike Tyson is legendary and is an undisputed heavyweight champ like Nicki; started young in their careers and accomplished so much and continue to reign. She nicen'ed up but if provoked the beast will awaken. 😉 & Nicki still playin’ in your face.

Towards the end of February, the actress releases two tracks with Jason Derulo and Ty Dolla Sign "Swalla" and Gucci Mane with "Make Love" and takes direct shots. Miss Minaj warned not to be fucked with and on the track with Gucci she has lots to say.

“Swalla”

“I gave these bitches two years now ya times up / Bless her heart she throwin' shots but every line sucks.”

Clearly, we’ve been knowing Remy throwing shots all of 2016 and hasn't phased her. Also, you've been out for two years, where's your comeback?

“Make Love”

“Bitch, I'm the Greatest, no Kendrick and no Sia / I'm the iPhone, you the Nokia / Everybody know you jealous, bitch, it's so clear.”

Sia “I’m The Greatest” featuring Kendrick Lamar

DOUBLE ENTENDRE

So many great punchlines and double entendres and jabs, this song is great. This is just a small gist of the song itself. Probably one of Nicki's top diss records to this date.

And as we know it, Rent Man drops her own diss track "Shether" and the hype around it was all too fake. Nobody cared for Remy but the only reason it got notoriety was that people hate Nicki and the beef was about Nicki. That's the only way these washed up artist get notoriety. Remy didn't clear this record with Nas since it was his beat and soon got pulled off from getting airplay, being performed and music stores for purchase, and whatever did sell went to Nas' record label as compensation. So at the end of the day, who won?

Onikavoodoo strikes again.

The adaptation of the record has been snatched from practically all commercial distribution, including radio-play, and live performance.

The hype was all too real for Remy and they really gassed her into thinking that she was doing something and dropped her second diss right after from not getting a quick response from Nicki Minaj, "Another One". I won't be including any breakdowns because the hype behind the tabloid rumors and fake accusations shouldn't get notoriety but with the internet and uneducated people about the whole situation will believe anything. It's sad to say. After Minaj not responding for a week or so due to running her businesses and attending A-List fashion shows in Paris, it's not like she can place her life on hold for one miserable bitch, like who would? Nicki bounces back with three release tracks and two of them aimed towards Renty "No Frauds" with Drake and Lil Wayne and "Changed It" with Lil Wayne and before we get into topic about this and break down the details.... "No Frauds" is a HIT! Whether you'd like to believe it or not and Nicki was damn smart about having her label mates on the track to boost ratings and get mad airplay (since Remy can’t) and recognition (not that Nicki couldn't do it all on her own like people make it seem) but Nicki is fucking smart! She will make sure you feel every punchline and diss you on hit records where you're bound to hear them wherever you are. A lot of people say that Nicki needed help from Drake and Wayne to diss Remy but they don't mention anything about her so I'm confused? These new kids probably don't know much about Rap and Rap beef because no one said anything when Dr. Dre released "The Chronic" or when Ice Cube made "No Vaseline" or when all these great beef moments had another artist on them! Like Eminem, Snoop Dogg, Ice, Dre, Nas, JAY, Eazy-E, etc. need I go on? Most of these rappers diss contained another artist on the track or even their crew to hype it. Like y'all sound so stupid when it comes to Nicki Minaj. Y'all have these double standards that are unrealistic and only apply to her but when she meets the unrealistic standards it’s always something else and tries to discredit her. So why is that? Is it because y'all secretly hold her to a higher standard? Speak up! It does NOT make you a bitch when you listen to great music by a female artist. Grow up. And to those who are mad at the fact, Nicki didn't respond on YOUR TIME... it doesn't work that way. The Queen responds on her own time and you know damn fucking well (to the people in the back) that Nas took NINE FUCKING MONTHS to respond to JAY. NINE!!! So what the fuck is all this noise? Is this a standard y'all hold her to that I mentioned earlier? Moving on...

“No Frauds”

“You can't be Pablo is your work ain't sellin' / What the fuck is this bitch inhalin'? / I would've helped you out that pit you fell in / I am da Generous Queen, ask Miss Ellen / Tried to drop "Another One" you was itchin' to scrap / You exposed your ghostwriter now you wish it was scrapped.”

So many great punchlines, double entendres, flow, and wordplay. So let's get it because y'all only hear a radio song but that's one of the points. Get airplay, hurt you, and make money.

“You can't be Pablo......inhalin'”

This bar is great because Pablo is not Kanye West and most people get it wrong when they hear it. Another history class mention; Pablo Escobar (The Cocaine King) is a drug lord and infamous for his reign. Also is the one who came up with the name/term Plato Plomo (mind you is the joint alBUM I mentioned earlier lol). You can't be selling because their joint album didn't even hit 20K two months after its release. So you can't be who you claim to be. And inhaling because Pablo was a cocaine distributor so yeah, wordplay!

“I would of helped you out that pit......Ellen!”

Ah, I love double entendres. "Fell in" / "Felon". Geddit now? Nicki would have helped you felon and bring your career back if you befriended her. The only reason she went to jail was because she shot her best friend over two racks equivalent to $2K. 😂 "Da" / "The" / "Da "Generous" / "Degenrous" as in Ellen's last name.

“Tried to drop "Another One" you was itchin' to scrap.....”

Like Remy really tried to pull a Drake. She thought she could put out two songs like Drake did to Meek and obliterated him but it backfired, big time. Because the two songs Remy put out are completely different from one another and you know that she couldn't have written “Shether”, obviously with the help of Papoose. She didn't even know her own lyrics the day off dropping her diss record lmao. That's how you know she ain't write it. This is all too funny, especially when Nic comes with the receipts. She raps about FACTS and not LIES. Let it soak in.

Another thing that was mentioned in “No Frauds” is that Nicki has before and after pictures of ya surgery (Remy) so let’s stop the plastic and body shaming especially when you had body work done too but you just got botched. A lot of celebs get done work and look fucking fantastic and half of y’all beat your dicks to them so stop acting like it’s an insult because it’s not. Lookin’ like NAH lol.

"Changed It"

"No nigga you can't bone it ain't no Lisa here. She gon' dread dissin' Nicki like Lisa hair. I buy lil nigga ain't no lesser here. The bitch gambled her career now it's gon' be severe."

A moment of silence for Nicki's coldest verse to date! This song is truly about all the things from punchlines, wordplay, entendre's, flow, barz and lyricism all in one go.

The double meaning to the song is bone it / Bonet as in Lisa Bonet who got tons of backlash for having dreads and the way she wore her hair as in dread/regret dissing Nicki like they did with Lisa's hair. Wow. This bar flew over a lot of people heads. Nicki is smart!

Just hit records back to back being dropped by the mogul. Nicki really playing with the poor girl. This is why we don't put out everything into one song because what else do you have to rap about or fire back with? Dumb bitches never learn. Nicki and David Guetta drop a fire record "Light My Body Up" featuring Lil Wayne. Such a great record and a few jabs then show off her more progressed vocals which can be another jab at these testosterone females who can't do that either. Eat ya heart out.

Another one. 😜

From the DNCE hit “Kissing Strangers” has a beachy vibe essence and with a playful gummy verse from the very versatile Minajesty herself, who doesn't disappoint with a few jabs like Mayweather she takes it back to her song “Don’t Hurt Me” which is a reminder to the listener and the one she’s referring to.

“Kissing Strangers”

“I gotta lotta sons, I can show you all the sonograms /Me? I’m Jem, and these bitches is the holograms / Me? I win and these bitches just lose / They ships sink, but my ship is just cruise.”

This is a real witty and playful verse but don’t let her fool you. Nicki can pack a punch; as I break it down to you, take mental notes.

“I gotta lotta sons, I can show you all the sonograms”

This is to point out Nicki has a lot of sons as in her opponents that she wound up mothering and she has proof that you’re one of them.

“Me? I’m Jem and these bitches is the holograms”

 Jem and the Holograms is a TV series back in the 80’s that focused on a music on an alter ego and would have adventures. This is a jab at her competition saying Nicki is the main event while the rest are just in the background.

“Me? I win and these bitches......my ship just cruise.”

The “ship” is a metaphor for her competition’s career. Their success in the music industry is comparable to a ship sinking to the depths of the ocean. Meanwhile, Nicki’s is fine. Nicki wins.

"Light My Body Up"

"I just started my sentence like a capital letter / Got barz for years, I hope you send me a letter / Know she'll never be Queen so now she got a vendetta / I ain't talkin' about David when I say I'mma get her."

Let me add again how great this song is put together and the vocals are so hypnotizing, it really shows the versatility the rapper possess.  I'm gonna decipher the whole verse in one go:

A triple entendre, which there are two in this whole song, lyricism girlies. Sentences have to start with capital letters, a jail sentence is a period of prison time an inmate serves, and capital punishment is the legal authorization of the death penalty. Referring to the felon and not being able to reach out to the outside world, letters are the only form of communication lol. Knowing that she's not the Queen, she has a vendetta which is like a feud or looking to seek vengeance on someone. She made Guetta which is David's last name an entendre with the way she says "get her" as "get ha" which is then "Guetta". Wordplay girlies. Get into it!

Guest star on Katy Perry's fifth studio album, "Witness", Nicki Minaj spits cold barz and sings a bit on "Swish Swish" which is a record that is aimed towards frauds from both artists. The perfect shady record that will surely get a tickle from you while listening to Minaj's verse because it's true what she says on a very upbeat vogue essence instrumental.

"Swish Swish”

"Silly rap beefs just get me more checks / My life is a movie, I'm never off set / Me and my amigos, no not Offset........

Don't be tryna double back, I already despise you / All that fake love you showin' couldn't even disguise you.........

Ran? When? Nicki gettin' tan"

Incorporated more of these barz from different segments because a lot needs to be discussed and deciphered.

"Silly rap beefs.......no not Offset"

Nicki says rap beefs make her more money, which can't be said for you. She and her day ones friends / amigos / Migos which is a triple entendre and no one seems to appreciate her lyricism. Her friends are real and not around for her fame, not off set (behind cameras). Her life is glamours, all around, all the time and she's never off set (Offset) which is a shoutout and entendre to the rapper of the Rap group Migos).

"Don't be tryna double back....ran when?"

Nicki sings about Remy Ma trying to take back what she said on The View about taking shots and writing that record about the mogul. She wishes she could take it back. So why you tryna take back what you said and did? Because you really scared about what's to unfold. Oh, where was Nicki when the diss record drop and why she takes so long to respond (less than a week) [asked angry commenters] Nicki was at the beach enjoying her tan with family and friends without a care nor worry about what one miserable bitch said. Let me enjoy my vacay with my day ones, rejuvenate and eat a career, later.

Definitely not the last jab, Remy puts out another Remix, which nobody asked for, on Future’s “Mask Off”:

ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ pap ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP Pap ᴾAp ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ

“Mask Off (Remix)”

“Murder Next / Who I’mma murder next? / Maybe her? Nah, she ain’t worth it, yet / I burned you / Your new name is Bernadette”

ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ pap ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ ᴾᴬᴾ ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖᴘᴀᴘ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP ᵖᵃᵖ ᵖᵃᵖ ᴘᴀᴘ PAP Pap ᴾAp ᵖᵃᵖ ᴾᴬᴾ

The whole playful thing isn’t for her. It’s quite comical at this point how far she thinks she’s gotten with this whole “beefing” lol. It’s another NAH.

After the silence of the beef guess who got recognized and appeared on a talk show but was only asked about Nicki Minaj. So you tell me who's winning. 😂 Remy and Fat Joe both appeared on Wendy Williams and tried to be petty and talk ill about Nicki trying to keep her off red carpets, lmfao. Came dressed in black for the "occasion" and doesn't speak ill of the dead. Girl, bye, lmfao. You ain't did shit but get gassed by the GP who ain't even bought your flopBUM nor listened to it so bai. Remember when she said that the beef is over with when she landed a feature on The Real? Yeah, she said she was done with it lol.

But Nicki isn't done, she'll let you know when she's done and it will likely end with you scavenging what's left of your career in order to try and stay relevant. Nicki then dropped a great verse which I might add was ranked the best verse off of all the features 2 Chainz had on his album "Pretty Girls Like Trap Music", which is a great album, her "Realize" verse was ranked by Complex the best off the ENTIRE album full of male rappers. More tea for those who say Nicki can't spit but when you hear Nicki Minaj spit, Nicki Minaj wrote it. Remember when Kanye wanted to take Nicki's verse off "Monster" featuring JAY Z and Rick Ross because he was scared she would body him on his best album to date, which proved to be true. "Monster" was ranked best Rap Verse in a decade. Now check that.  

"Realize"

"I’ve been winning eight years consistently, at least respect it / Papoose wrote a ‘Ether’ record, but I broke Aretha record / See, this is chess, not checkers / You can not check the checkers / Did Nas clear that ‘Ether’ record? Nah, but I broke Aretha record."

Again, wordplay. Nicki clarifies herself winning eight years since her come up which is true. Titles, records, and numbers don't lie. Most people were focusing on the negative of a ghostwritten record while Minaj broke another black woman's record. Which is why she states it twice because it hasn't been done with the reign of Aretha until now with Minaj. Plus, you can’t check someone who does the checking.

Leading up to Summer Jam (which is full of fake ass people) had a segment where Remy performed and made it all about the platinum artist. She had Lil' Kim and Cardi B on stage while she was performing her diss and visuals of Nicki Minaj. Can we just say this bitch is obsessed? She went on even after the event pleading about Unity and that Nicki isn’t about that and it's not about who’s better but that’s exactly what they were up on stage saying and doing so.... Damn. 

Atlantic Hip-Hop Records is famous for trying to get these girls to go toe-to-toe with Nicki Minaj. Rappers Leshurr and CupcakKe were offered a deal to start beef with Nicki Minaj and would be given $250,000. Both declined and respect Nicki’s platform and know tearing down another female isn’t the way to start up. Why is this relevant? Because Kim was with them, Remy is now signed with them and now is Cardi B. Gotta stay WOKE about this guys. They don’t care about their artist, just the buzz. So I hope Cardi is smarter than that because Atlantic is looking for their next test dummy. Smh.

Remember when I said I was gonna back to the feud Kim and Remy once had? Yeah, they both said that they were going to murder each other and both dished out a few disses. Fast forward into the future where two bitches hate the same person link up, it's pathetic. The friendship is forced and isn't authentic. The feud they had was ugly and the only reason they're linking up is that they have one thing in common, Nicki Minaj. The same Reminisce that said she couldn't work with Foxy Brown because they couldn't repair the damage with the beef they had is the same girl who made a joint album with the dude she feuded with and performed and brought old rival Kim on stage about the same girl they despise. This is how you know how fraudulent the bitch is. These are FACTS and not tabloid rumors. Stop believing what these artist claim to spit to be real when receipts and concrete evidence is provided but y'all don't wanna hear it, see it, or read it when it comes to Nicki Minaj.

June, 17th for Birthday Bash in Atlanta both artists Nicki and Remy performed but let's get something cleared... Remy performed when Nicki hasn't arrived yet. As Nicki was on stage she performed her hit record "No Frauds" and got the crowd hyped. The delivery was crucial because Remy was backstage trying to run out of the building and tried playing it off on social media saying she (Nicki) performed after she left but SEVERAL celebrities who attended said, in fact, Remy was still there but trying to scurry during the song but was in fact there. So why you flexing for the ‘Gram?

With Nicki’s last and grateful jab (”Grateful” DJ Khaled’s latest album that went #1) see what I did there? 😉 With the release of his number one album, “I Can’t Even Lie” with Future got the world talking and definitely got the been-a-fans in a tizzy. Wordlpay, barz, flowssssss... Nicki’s a beast man. Let’s break it down!

“I Can’t Even Lie”

“Queen back in the U.S., low iron but you pressed / Who lied and said ‘you next?’ / Crying emojis in my group text / Stay in your bum ass duplex / It’s Minaj no group sex / Queen never shuffle, you deal / Just turned down a four million shoe deal.”

Wow, I can't even wrap my head around this. This is too much. Triple entendre's and goals to be that rich to turn something like 4 mili down. Yikes!

Look, before y’all say anything this is Rap beef so anything goes. If you can call out family members by name and use false accusations, body shame, this is allowed! There are no limitations. So fuck off elitist who don’t know shit about anything!

“Queen back in the U.S. low iron but you pressed.”

As we all know, Nicki is officially back in the U.S. after vacationing and attending fashion shows and hitting up the studios as it seems. This is a triple entendre; low iron as in my bitch is hot and you’re upset at the fact you aren’t / low iron doesn’t do much on a low setting, like you, you don’t do ANYTHING so who lied and said you the next bitch? / low iron actually affects fertility. 😈

June, 26th the BET Awards... Nicki lost her award to her rival and when the speech was made, it was a moment to acknowledge your accomplishment yet made the moment about Nicki Minaj yet again. In fact, you can say the award was just given to Remy because BET never truly supported Nicki and when she said she would no longer be performing that was their way of getting back at her and adding more fuel to the feud but Nicki Minaj was unbothered and the internet had a lot to say defending Nicki's title and reign. The award was presented just to stir the pot further. We all know it's about sales and votes  (Cardi B sold more with her two mixtapes than what Remy did since she's been out, intact, the entry for Remy was too late, "All The Way Up" was released too late for her to even compete but being shady, BET let it slide) which we know who had more but it backfired. BET burned a bridge with a mega-star who will no longer attend and ratings took an all-time low this year. Unbothered Queen, received the Key to the City of Queens NY which is way more of an accomplishment than a "BET award, it doesn't count" which I remember the general public calling it when Nicki won seven years in a row, so let's keep the same hype y'all gave Nicki for winning, to the fraudulent felon for getting the awarded handed to her. This is the first time that a female artist received a Key to the City and a huge accomplishment. Always reppin’ where she’s from so this is a great acknowledgment of her doing so and continuous success. Queens, NY truly noticed her accolades and accomplishments in music, that's way more to brag about than a female award. Am I right? Even with all that has happened, the Raptress still finds herself to be the first of something as over the weekend she opened up with a few hit melodies on NBA’s first ever Award Show and Co-host Drake and a few weeks prior to that she became the first female to open up the Billboard Music Awards with a 9 minute hit melody. Wow, remember when she was the first and only solo female rap artist to open the Grammy’s back in 2012? W I N N I N G.😘

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