#if only the nicky stans knew

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Hard Day’s Night

Summary: After a long and grueling day from working, you are excited to get home to your girlfriend but not before getting a pretty funny text from her friend about how her day seemed to be going. 

word count: 2k

a/n: the gif is my favorite thing ever and this was so fun to write too enjoys besties because i know i did. that episode was fun ask

warnings: fluff and Jen throwing it back, mention of Dennis ( for like a bit it’s fine ), cute jen.

You knew that ever since Jen got turned into a hulk, like her cousin, she’s always come home with interesting stories involving her new job, hero duties, and so on. Way before she even turned into the hulk, both of you made it a tradition to make each other dinner/order food depending on who gets there first. A nice hot meal with your favorite person while she gets to hear about how your day went at work and you get to hear about her whatever the fuck Dennis said at work again that made her want to punch her. 

So after a couple of weeks where both of your schedules never seemed to match due to her new job with GLK/H while you had to turn in many presentations, both of you were excited to get to talk about how the day went for each of you, Jen most of all. 

Jen ❤️❤️❤️: Getting home @ 8 pm babe, can’t wait to tell you about my day. 

While you had been preparing a simple dinner for your girlfriend, Jen never knew that Nicki had sent you a video of her and what seemed to be Megan thee stallion dancing in her office. Not like simple dancing but throwing her ass back. 

The caption only read “ MEGAN “ from Nicki and nothing else. No explanation to it either and you have to know what the fuck happened there, compared to your day of getting a free coffee. If you think about it kind of flex. 

The lovely y/n: okay babe 🥺🥰🥰 can’t wait to hear what happened during your day. 

30 minutes pass by and after completing your nightly skin routine, you hear the front door open and are met with Jen who looks super tired but also very excited at the same time. She immediately runs up to you to hug you, Jen was always a sucker for a good hug that’s for sure. 

“ you ready for dinner Jen? I found a good recipe online and decided to try it,” you tell her and she nods with enthusiasm, waiting for the right time to tell you how her day went. 

It’s no secret to anyone ( even her bartender knows) that she’s a big Megan Thee Stallion fan. The number of times you’d walk into her office at the da’s office to see her laser-focused on some papers with some of her songs in the background for motivation, Drunk Jen attempting to throw it back to some of her songs

And failing ( not to you though cause girlie could get it) or even her motivation playlist she’ll blast when she gets ready for work. She is the biggest Stan and you honestly find it funny. 

You decided to let her tell you first how her day went while the both of you ate dinner. Of course, Jen let you talk about your day, how you got the free coffee, your coworker talking about her cat having babies, and even the orange stray cat by your apartment which you named cheddar cheese of course making an appearance when you got home from work. 

“ out of all the things you name the cat and you choose cheddar cheese babe ?” She says trying to best to not laugh and you try to slap her lightly but she moves away in time for you to miss. 

You’ll get her next time. 

“ meanie,” 

“ says the one who made fun of my name choices,” you say back to the brunette.

“ cheddar cheese for a cat? I beg to differ “ 

“ lame, but let’s move on past that babe, I would like to hear about your day,” you say as you put your attention on her and after a couple of seconds she realizes Nikki must have sent you the video from the office that she thought would be funny to film. 

“ y/n did Nikki send you the video ??? “ she says with a pout on her face, a bit sad that she didn’t get to break the news about meeting one of her idols herself. 

“ I need more explanation to that video because I don’t know what the fuck is going on with just Megan with full caps as the caption,” you tell her and she spills everything about her day. 

How she went into the office trying to deal with all of Blonsky's stuff, Wong being late to the hearing and almost thinking of fighting him herself because he literally portal why the fuck would he be late? You never hear about traffic in portals. 

“ Like the man portals???? I’m no scientist but does he not have an assistant to help him or someone to remind him of stuff to do,” she says as the both of you sit on the couch, watching whatever tv show rerun is on. Thank fuck for the dishwashers because neither of you was in the mood to clean dishes. 

She continues about the rest of her day, going to testify for Dennis as to whether he believed he could pull off a woman like Megan thee Stallion, then finding out that she was in the courtroom as the hearing was going on!!!!!!! 

“I understand her being there since it has to do with someone impersonating her but she got to hear me talk and must have been interested in my job as a lawyer,” she continues to speak about the goddess that is Megan Thee Stallion, her words not yours.

She continues about how Megan had asked for her specifically because it would help her with the current problem she had been having, which you aren’t allowed to know of for legal reasons of course. She even had a game plan of how to win the case for Megan.

Either way, you can’t help but look at your girl with love and affection at how excited she was for this.

“ and then I told her that I’d ‘ kill for you Megan thee stallion’ which now that I hear now is a bit weird and OH MY GOD BABE WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING, “ she says as she covers her face in embarrassment, shocked that it took her til she got home to realize why the woman had told her to dial back but then again, if anyone else was in her shoes they’d just be focused on her and now think before the spoke. 

“ Jen,” you say as you remove her hands from her face,” she’s probably heard weirder things so I doubt that she’d remember it and just your sick-ass dance moves,”. Jen then covers her face again in embarrassment that Nikki filmed her dancing to Body and not caring who watches. Something that she’s only been told happens when she’s super drunk. 

“ Can we talk more about Megan y/n? I have so much to talk about like the fact that Pink is very much her- 

“ Jen,” you start which shuts her up,” I promise not to laugh if you tell me how you ended up dancing and how you very much failed to notice that your best friend was filming you” 

‘ Will she make fun of me? like I know that she’s seen me do some stupid asf stuff but even Nikki tried her best not to laugh. Shit even if I heard the story I’d laugh too’, Jen thinks to herself and you poke her side to get her attention, wondering what’s taking her too long to tell the story. 

“ Jen Honey, I promise not to laugh,” as she sees you cross your heart, even though something tells her not to say how it even happened.

“ so she wanted to see some of my sick-ass dance moves, as you say and I just gave her what she wanted in my opinion,” she said. 

“ there’s more to this story I need to know Jen” you beg. 

 “I’m not lying “

“Bullshit, Jen! please tell me I won’t laugh I pinky promise,” you say trying your very best to put puppy eyes, something that she can’t say no to. She gives you one of her many savage Jennifer Walters looks to counter you and again, you pucker your lips. 

Jen knows she’s close to winning this match against you, no way in hell that she’s gonna lose this one. 

“ Pookie,” you tell your girlfriend as you pout your lips for added effect. That last move made the brunette immediately give up, sad again that you’ve somehow beat her again. 

“ Why is it that you know the right time when to use that nickname on me y/n?” she asks. She really needs to work on that when she has the time. 

“ Just me being a silly goose is all Jen,” you saw with an innocent smile.

Damm you and calling me that nickname,’ she thinks to herself as you laugh in defeat that she’s gonna be able to tell you the story in full. 

And she does as she tells you how she came back from the courthouse to Holloway asking for her in his office to see the woman in an amazing pink suit, serving as always, asking for her, so she sends Megan to her office while they discuss detail. Jen goes to her office to see Megan looking amazing, they sign some papers then Megan says that she wants to see some of Jen's dance moves and after not even half a second of seeing the tall green woman dance along to her song, she had to interject. Jen failed to see you hold in a giggle because her moves when she’s happy or in a good mood never seem to be the best but you don’t ever want to hurt your feelings. Being that she’s probably on a high, best to tell her another time. 

“ so that’s the complete story of how my day went,” she says with a smile, again very much on a high and excited for what’s to come.

“ How about you show me some of the dance moves she taught you, babe? because that video that Nikki sent me earlier does not do justice,” you say to her. 

After a bit Jen gets off the couch, ready to show you some of the moves that she got taught. Lucky for you, Jen had her Megan playlist pinned to her Spotify so that she’d easily find it so she immediately went to that and played Body, which was the first song on the playlist. 

Not even 30 seconds into the song, Jen’s easily throwing it back, as if she’s been doing this for years and you start to laugh right because you couldn't not do it.

“ You know if you find this shit so funny y/n how about YOU come over here and show me some of your dance moves too?” she asks you. 

Oh? Is Jennifer trying to challenge you to a dance off ? 

Looks like she’s chosen the wrong opponent to go against meaning this should be very fun for the both of you. Jen’s smile as she looks at you proves to be true. 

“ Show you how the pros do it out here babe,” you tell her. 

“ Sure” 

“ i was fine watching you comfy on the couch tho Jen” 

“ that’s just you can spend all day staring at my ass and you know it, babe” 

“..... shut up and watch me dance Jen,” you say back to her who only stands quietly as she watches you dance in her opinion so much better than her. Looking at you with such amazement and adoration that makes you a bit more confident for the night. 

“ You ready to come and join me, Walters?,” you ask her and she comes right away. 

For the rest of the night til both of you had to sleep( work of course) you dance along to all of Megan Thee Stallions' music, enjoying the company of each other, and are just happy to be there with Jennifer Walter, your favorite person, and the best girlfriend.

#lizs writing #jennifer walters x reader #jennifer walters #Jennifer Walters imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #she hulk imagine #she hulk

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Do you agree with the (parts of) fandom take that there was "mutual" toxicity btwn Loustat? I'm trying to think of what exactly Louis does that's so toxic that would make it remotely mutual

i think the urge to find “mutual” abuse shows a fundamental misunderstanding of what power dynamics even look like lol theyre just discomfitted theres near zero openings for them to make a black male character out to be be a big brute and self insert into the fictional man of no color. louis is a master of language, and he never actually says ‘i love u, lestat’. people fixate on it for the wrong reasons, or misinterpret ppl pointing the fact that louis never said those 3-4 words as some false attempt at looking for “mutual abuse”.

louis is not withholding, but trying to claim some semblance of power thru his mastery of language. like @lynnenne said:

Over the course of the season, we see that Lestat is hurt that Louis never says, "I love you." On the surface, this seems like a personal argument between them, but it's actually a symptom of a huge structural problem in their relationship. How can Louis ever make a credible declaration of love when the power gap between them is so huge? …Louis could tell Lestat he loves him morning, noon, and night, but it would be meaningless. And Louis knows this. The one time he tries to leave, Lestat beats him nearly to death. When Claudia tries to flee, Lestat tracks her down and drags her home. They're only as free as the colonizer allows them to be. Lestat believes that vampirism will set Louis free, but he won't even set Louis free. Expecting society at large to be cowed by Louis's vampirism is a delusion on his part.

telling lestat “ima boutta lose the last fucking thing i ever cared about”, “u gone always be alone” [an echo of what armand and nicki told lestat in the books..] & insinuating lestat somehow knew the race riot would occur somehow is incredibly cruel if not erring on delusion w the belief lestat could predict racism but do recall lestat was just as incredibly cruel himself. louis tells lestat in the beginning of episode 3 how theyd gore runaway slaves in jackson square, lestat is a crash test dummy in response to the city leaders cracking down on the azalea, treating this enterprise of pimping as a mere “hobby” of louis like a husband talking down on his wife’s “hobbies” as both lestat and louis can both hear how racist the city leaders are.. was lestat tryna take a seat back& let louis kill them himself? yea and also this passivity in the face of men far weaker than lestat was w/ zero of louis’s obligation to ‘save face’ is jarring. so much for “if disrespect was done to u i wouldve killed him myself” hann les? and in the race riot lestat’s even tryna seduce him& have the riot be their anniversary? in wider context , louis saying those words is a lashing out, a response to treatment already present... and theres no equivalent to what lestat does physically to louis in ep5 that we see so far, and i guess that unnerves ppl& makes them want to draw upon mutual abuse theories? which is crazy cuz im p sure them mens of no color yall watch be tearing eachother up& yall have no problem shipping them otherwise w/o mutual abuse theorizing but i digress. imo what louis placed on & has done to claudia is far worse than w/e hes done to lestat but we all know fanon is generally far more sympathetic to fictional men of no color than they are to a fictional black woman... if by toxicity , they mean that lestat along w/ turning louis out [cant find a better way to phrase this] also draws out louis’s vile attributes & fans the flames for louis’s capacity for cruelty [embrace the beautiful things u r & embrace what u r, ur a killer, louis.] that was already there n i wrote this entire think piece for nothing, then i agree. but mutual abuse theories is just😂😂 i just want ppl to embrace we r all here for the problematic yaoi n stop tryna play stan wars.

#yn. #yn answers #yn do sum maymays. #unpopular opinions #iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt

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彡 WHAT’S THE POINT IF I’M GUARDIN’? - Nicki Minaj, MAKE ME PROUD

LIKE THEY INJURED CHRIS PAUL, YOU AIN’T GOT NO POINT! lmaoo .. Welcome to the home court of archivedfilm. i’m just here to expand my craft, i don’t play that all that stealin sh*t so please don’t come over here doing that, this place is drama free! If you’re feeling interested in expanding your stories or reading great stories, i recommend you look into this apartment complex.

SPUR OF THE MOMENT, I BALL LIKE GINÓBILI! i am apart of a lot toxic fanbases but i don’t care to argue over them or die behind them honestly. It’s too many to list so i’ll give you my top 5 stans: Nicki Minaj, Chris Brown, NBA Youngboy, Ja Morant, & J Cole.

I’M GOOD WITH THE BALLPOINT GAME, FINGER ROLL! all of my works that i will be releasing in the time to come contains mature themes, explicit language,mentions of self-harm, sexual content, violence, death, substance/alcohol addiction. this is just a warning if any of those might trigger any of my future readers. a trigger warning will be placed on chapters containing any of those things, just because it’s only right of me to do so. my blog won’t solely just contain stories, music and aesthetically pleasing content will be posted here as well.

RUNNING DOWN THE COURT, I’M DUNKIN’ ON EM .. LISA LESLIE! let me introduce you to my works that i will be bringing here.

I. IN THE BLIND [ coming soon ] : this book was a urban thriller tale, in which two young adults were destined for one another since the day they were born, they must cross paths and get married before one of them becomes 25 or else, a plague will be placed on both of their houses(families).

II. A STRIPPERS’ WIN [ coming august 31,2023 ] : Who said you can’t find love in the club? cause Carmella would like to tell them that they're wrong. In which the hottest quarterback in the NFL falls for a stripper. His guys tried to convince to leave her alone, they thought he could do better but the heart wants what it wants. He was going to make her his, no matter what and even the outside noise wouldn't stop him. "You gotta work for this" were Carmella's words to him after his first attempt, he was willing to work for her cause in the end, he knew she'd be his.

THANKS TO @sushiwrote for introducing me to this network and her dedication to bringing writing to what it used to be!

#urban #fanfic #fanfiction #urban rp #urban fiction #novels #romance novels #urban novels #nicki minaj #chris brown #city girls #writing blog #writing help #female writers

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azda why are we the same person? the way i have literally said that i feel like deep down a part of esteban secretly enjoys pissing people off...

i'm almost certain i said this in the tags of one of my old posts...or maybe in an ask... but being an este-stan when he's somehow offended the deranged portion of fernando / checo / max / pierre fans (obligatory disclaimer that i know it's only some fans) reminds me of this one lana del rey fan imploring lana to take down something that was offending nicki minaj stans:

they may not know who esteban is but i know vlaenitna would've understood the plight of being an este-stan...

no bc if you see the infamous este-max brazil post-crash video, esteban fucking taunts him when he's about to leave 😭 my mans was smart enough to know that if he was not the one reacting, he was not the one ab to get punished (but the este fans still, to this day, get reminded of that crash by some mv fans and este haters💀).

and vlaenitna would absolutely understand, because the second i saw the brazil (and why is it always brazil?) alonso-este 'crash' i knew este was ab to receive the hate of spain (even more after alonso's comments to the media and este being his quiet pr self) and i wanted to rewind time cause how does he keep getting spanish speaking teammates that crash into him?

like my mans, even if he's not his fault and he doesn't have to apologize like 99% of the time, just thrives on being hated i swear, because he stays quiet and doesn't defend himself.

#azda.asks #i need a 'fuck the big 3 its just big me' but max/alonso/checo and este cause he is NOT bothered

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Fav things about Heartstopper's show:

Everyone's favorite part, Nick taking the am I gay test and crying when he got 62% gay, we've all been there baby

Not only that, but him doing research and seeing the homophobia in the world and being scared, it hit close to home

When he rejected whats-her-face, but actually talked to her about why and instead of her becoming the villain and being a bitch she understood and not only backed off immediately but defended him when questioned about it, we stan

Nick coming out to his mom!!

Charlie and others repeatedly making it clear to Nick that he doesn't have to come out if he doesn't want to

Charlie standing up for himself and not forgiving Ben

Tori, just Tori

The little references to Charlie's eating disorder and mental health

How diverse the characters where in gender, sexuality, race and more, and it wasn't forced, they were just there naturally like it should be

Talk about how bullying can effect you even after it stops

How past toxic relationship can effect how you act in your future relationships, like with Charlie's fear that Nick is just using him, even when logically he knows Nick wouldn't do that, how he didn't know they were boyfriends, and a lot more

It starting to show Charlie's eating disorder with how he looks at his food, and how he repeatedly said he's "Not hungry" when asked about food

Charlie's dad low-key looking like he's going to throw hands with some high schoolers whenever Charlie's upset

Nellie, just Nellie

Using direct quotes from the comics

The nightmare scenario about the Rugby team forcing them to watch Avengers when it's Nick's favorite movie in canon (which means Charlie's mostly likely been forced to watch it)

"Do you like her?" "... Her dog died." "Not following."

Nick Nelson = Lesbian protector (AKA when he saw them kiss and smiled so wide)

One direct quote from the comics I love that they added was, "NOT IN A FRIEND WAY BUT A ROMANTIC WAY!!!" That whole scene show and comics have my heart

Photo booth

Tori comforting Charlie telling him he hasn't ruined her life

Also Tori never not having some sort of drink that she sips from with a straw

The little drawings, like they leafs and hearts and stuff. My favorite was when Nick was thinking about holding Charlie's hand and everytime he would go to do it sparks and electricity would fly everywhere, along with a warm glow.

Everyone: Nick's the straightest person I ever meet!

Tori, after watching Nick call Charlie cuddly and hug him tightly: I don't think he's straight.

Which goes to prove a big point in Heartstopper, that there isn't one way to be gay (or bi like Nick, pan, lesbian, omi, ect. Using gay as an umbrella term) we're all different people, with different personalities, and experiences, and emotions, way of dealing with sad emotions. You can't always tell if someone is gay just by looking at them, the only reason Tori knew was the way Nick was looking at Charlie.

Nick's mom calling him Nicky.

Straight boy and trans girl falling in love, adore the rep in that ❤

Issac and his books

Kiss in the rain

And many, many more things

A LIST OF THINGS I DIDN'T LIKE

1) No Oliver

2) That's all

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Billboard USA Exclusion Zone Episode 6 (03/18/2023)

Remember two or three weeks ago when I said that there's big rift or differences between Global 200 and Global Excl US chart? Well the rift is getting more obvious when you look at the chart this week where a certain country artist album bombed the Global 200. But, in this chart he only charted one song. Well let's talk about it in detail soon.

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16. "on the street" by j-hope ft. J Cole

You know J Cole has stated that his career from 2013 onward is always trying to erase "Work Out", his first charting hit, from people's memories because Nas didn't like the song. Well not only is the beat to this song is significantly worse than "Work Out", but you can't even stay on beat. I am not a fan of J Cole and even I'm disappointed in this.

42. "Shorty Party" by Cartel de Santa ft. La Kelly

This sounds like if "Therefore I Am" by Billie Eilish was 50% less good and in Spanish and the song was sung by Pop Smoke.

103. "Last Night" by Morgan Wallen

So I am in this community filled with chart nerds and music reviewers. And the running joke is always that Morgan Wallen, as much as he's one of the biggest artists in America, never charted in Global Excl US chart. Even with the album nuke that happened in Global 200, people expected that the song won't chart. But thanks to Canada and Australia, we have the first Morgan Wallen song to debut.

This song and Morgan Wallen's popularity as a whole has been a contention in the music twitter sphere because he seems to be more popular after the n word incident. This incident brings up the debate of separate the art from the artist. I hate to say it but the whole Morgan Wallen persona has always been that he's drunk asshole. So there's still lingering sense that the incident is him in the song. In Last Night too he talked about a breakup and there's a mentioned of alcohol in it. So yeah you can't really separate the art from the artist here.

But that raise another question, why is his popularity in the United States is massive despite what the stan twitter led you believe. Well the truth is most of the Morgan Wallen's listeners aren't on twitter. They're the silent majority and the silent majority is overall the most powerful listeners in America at least. And also that he has embraced streaming, it created the perfect formula for US popularity but not for worldwide.

This also proves that popular music has become more regionalized thanks to the streaming era. Just look at the stark differences between Hot 100, Canadian Hot 100, UK Official Chart, and Japan Hot 100. Yeah they might have some overlap, but most of the songs that appeared on these charts catered to those regions. This is a stark difference even just from six years ago. Definitely something to keep an eye on.

120. "Mas Rica Que Ayer" by Anuel AA, Mambo Kingz, DJ Lulan

Phew that was a lot that I have to say about Last Night. Thank god after that it'll be brief. This song is just your standard reggaeton from a guy that most Americans knew from his song with 6ix9ine.

148. "El Azul" by Junior H X Peso Pluma

The low end of this song is fucked I'm sorry. It's like there's an earthquake in the middle of a wedding.

165. "Sem Alianca no Dedo" by MC Xenon & Gemeos Da Putaria

This sounds like if Clipping circa their horrorcore era made a Brazilian song and just forgot to mix the vocal properly. Also I heard that most Brazilian songs sampled Say It Right percussion so take that as you will.

176. "Red Ruby Da Sleeze" by Nicki Minaj

You know I think that the record execs from the early 90's that sued De La Soul and Biz Markie had some points you know.

179. "El Merengue" by Marshmello ft. Manuel Turizo

I thought that Marshmello is done ruining genres across the globe? But that Despecha song is popping so here we are.

187. "M.A (Mejores Amigos)" by BM

This song is strange. It's like a mix between reggaeton, corrido, and a hints of EDM there? I'm confused

192. "Numb" by Linkin Park

At least this week's debut ended with one of the best hit songs of the 2000's.

I highly recommend everyone to check out these songs.

#j hope #j cole #morgan wallen #anuelaa #peso pluma #nicki minaj #marshmello #manuel turizo #linkin park #rap #reggaetón #latin music #corridosybanda #brazilian music #merengue #nu metal #meteora #country music #pop music #pop #billboard charts #billboard hot 100 #billboard #on the street

[bibliophilebookreviews]

August BOTM Wishlist

As we approach another month, anticipation is building and I can't wait to see what BOTM will be offering in just two short weeks. I was glad to see a couple of my July hopefuls actually made it, so fingers crossed for August!

Before I get to my "official" list, let it be known that I'm still hoping for Love on the Brain, as mentioned in my previous hopefuls post. I knew I was pushing it for July, but with an August 23 release date, it has a good chance of being chosen this time. BOTM, don't let me down!

MAIN PICKS

Carrie Soto is Back by Taylor Jenkins Reid (Contemporary Fiction, pub date: 8/30/22)

Goodreads Blurb: Carrie Soto is fierce, and her determination to win at any cost has not made her popular. But by the time she retires from tennis, she is the best player the world has ever seen. She has shattered every record and claimed twenty Grand Slam titles. And if you ask Carrie, she is entitled to every one. She sacrificed nearly everything to become the best, with her father, Javier, as her coach. A former champion himself, Javier has trained her since the age of two.

But six years after her retirement, Carrie finds herself sitting in the stands of the 1994 US Open, watching her record be taken from her by a brutal, stunning player named Nicki Chan.

At thirty-seven years old, Carrie makes the monumental decision to come out of retirement and be coached by her father for one last year in an attempt to reclaim her record. Even if the sports media says that they never liked “the Battle-Axe” anyway. Even if her body doesn’t move as fast as it did. And even if it means swallowing her pride to train with a man she once almost opened her heart to: Bowe Huntley. Like her, he has something to prove before he gives up the game forever.

In spite of it all, Carrie Soto is back, for one epic final season. In this riveting and unforgettable novel, Taylor Jenkins Reid tells her most vulnerable, emotional story yet.

My Thoughts: First of all, we stan TJR. And even though Malibu Rising was hit-or-miss with a lot of TJR fans, Carrie Soto is sure to be a hit (see what I did there?) -- the book already has a 4.5 star rating on Goodreads. Personally, I love both tennis and a comeback story so I will be supremely disappointed if this is not chosen.

The Last Housewife by Ashley Winstead (Mystery/Thriller, pub date: 8/16/22)

Goodreads Blurb: While in college in upstate New York, Shay Evans and her best friends met a captivating man who seduced them with a web of lies about the way the world works, bringing them under his thrall. By senior year, Shay and her friend Laurel were the only ones who managed to escape. Now, eight years later, Shay's built a new life in a tony Texas suburb. But when she hears the horrifying news of Laurel's death—delivered, of all ways, by her favorite true-crime podcast crusader—she begins to suspect that the past she thought she buried is still very much alive, and the predators more dangerous than ever.

Recruiting the help of the podcast host, Shay goes back to the place she vowed never to return to in search of answers. As she follows the threads of her friend's life, she's pulled into a dark, seductive world, where wealth and privilege shield brutal philosophies that feel all too familiar. When Shay's obsession with uncovering the truth becomes so consuming she can no longer separate her desire for justice from darker desires newly reawakened, she must confront the depths of her own complicity and conditioning. But in a world built for men to rule it—both inside the cult and outside of it—is justice even possible, and if so, how far will Shay go to get it?

My Thoughts: I'm slowly getting more into thrillers, and even though this one sounds a little vague and open, it makes me interested to see what might unfold in this story. The reviews are off the charts and it sounds really intense and un-put-down-able so hopefully BOTM is getting in on this!

Mother in the Dark by Kayla Maiuri (Literary Fiction, pub date: 8/9/22)

Goodreads Blurb: When Anna's sister calls with an urgent message, Anna doesn't return the call. She knows it's about their mother.

Growing up in working class Boston in an Italian American family, Anna's childhood was sparse but comfortable--filled with homemade pasta sauce and a close-knit neighborhood. Anna and her sisters are devoted to their mother, orbiting her like the sun, trying to keep up with her loving but mercurial nature as she bounces between tenderness and bitterness.

When their father gets a new job outside the city, the family is tossed unceremoniously into a middle-class suburban existence. Anna's mother is suddenly adrift, and the darkness lurking inside her expands until it threatens to explode. Her daughters, trapped with her in the new house, isolated, must do everything they can to keep her from unraveling.

Alternating between childhood and a single weekend in Anna's twenties, in which she receives a shattering call about her mother and threatens to blow up her own precariously constructed new life in New York, Mother in the Dark asks whether we can ever really go back home when the idea of home was so unstable. Whether we can escape that instability or accept that our personalities are built around the defenses we put up. Maiuri is a master at revealing the fragile horrors of domestic family life and how the traumas of the past shape the present and generations of women.

A story about sisterhood, the complications of class, and the chains of inheritance between mothers and daughters, Mother in the Dark delivers an unvarnished portrayal of a young woman consumed by her past and a family teetering on the edge of a knife.

My Thoughts: I'm always fascinated by stories that revolve around family drama and secrets. And I love that this story alternates between Anna's childhood and adult life. Though it sounds like it might be a slow burner, the few ratings and reviews so far seem promising enough that this could be a hidden treasure for BOTM.

The Family Remains by Lisa Jewell (Mystery/Thriller, pub date: 8/9/22)

Goodreads Blurb: Early one morning on the shore of the Thames, DCI Samuel Owusu is called to the scene of a gruesome discovery. When Owusu sends the evidence for examination, he learns the bones are connected to a cold case that left three people dead on the kitchen floor in a Chelsea mansion thirty years ago.

Rachel Rimmer has also received a shock—news that her husband, Michael, has been found dead in the cellar of his house in France. All signs point to an intruder, and the French police need her to come urgently to answer questions about Michael and his past that she very much doesn’t want to answer.

After fleeing London thirty years ago in the wake of a horrific tragedy, Lucy Lamb is finally coming home. While she settles in with her children and is just about to purchase their first-ever house, her brother takes off to find the boy from their shared past whose memory haunts their present.

As they all race to discover answers to these convoluted mysteries, they will come to find that they’re connected in ways they could have never imagined.

In this masterful standalone sequel to her haunting New York Times bestseller, The Family Upstairs, Lisa Jewell proves she is writing at the height of her powers with another jaw-dropping, intricate, and affecting novel about the lengths we will go to protect the ones we love and uncover the truth.

My Thoughts: Having not read The Family Upstairs, I'm glad to know that this can be read as a standalone. However, I'm sure fans of The Family Upstairs would love the "sequel" to match their BOTM copy. However, Lisa Jewell already has 5 BOTM books so it might be a stretch for them to pick this one.

ADD-ON/SPOTLIGHT

Again, add-ons are a little unpredictable, especially with the possibility of more than 5 main picks. But here are some that I would love to see.

The Fixer Upper by Lauren Forsythe (Romance, pub date: 8/2/22)

Goodreads Blurb: In this funny and sharp romantic comedy, a woman with a knack for turning her boyfriends’ lives around starts a professional service to help wrangle men, only to be unexpectedly matched with an old flame.

Ever since she can remember, Aly has been fixing everything around her: her parents’ marriage, her colleagues’ work problems, and her friends’ love lives. After a chance meeting with an ex who has gone from a living in his parents’ basement to a married project manager in three years, she realizes she’s been fixing her boyfriends, too…

So, Aly decides to put her talents to good use and, alongside two work friends, sets up The Fixer Upper, an exclusive, underground service for women who are tired of unpaid emotional labor. Using little tricks and tips, Aly and her friends get the men to do the work themselves – to get out of the job they hate, sign up for that growth seminar, to do more parenting. Before long, a high-profile Instagram star hires them to fix-up her app developer boyfriend. There’s just one catch – he’s also Aly’s childhood best friend and first love. As Aly tackles her biggest “fixer upper” yet, she’ll have to come to terms with their complicated history and figure out how much to change someone she’d always thought was perfect as he is…

My Thoughts: Okay, I'm a sucker for romance, and I love the premise of this book. (I'm also really interested in how Aly gets these men to improve themselves!) But any book that reunites first loves is already a winner in my book. Though this one has just under 4 stars on Goodreads, I am attributing that to this book not really being on people's radar. Fingers crossed that BOTM picks this one up!

How You Grow Wings by Rimma Onoseta (YA, pub date: 8/9/22)

Goodreads Blurb: Sisters Cheta and Zam couldn’t be more different. Cheta, sharp-tongued and stubborn, never shies away from conflict—either at school or at home, where her mother fires abuse at her. Timid Zam escapes most of her mother’s anger, skating under the radar and avoiding her sister whenever possible. In a turn of good fortune, Zam is invited to live with her aunt’s family in the lap of luxury. Jealous, Cheta also leaves home, but finds a harder existence that will drive her to terrible decisions. When the sisters are reunited, Zam alone will recognize just how far Cheta has fallen—and Cheta’s fate will rest in Zam’s hands.   Debut author Rimma Onoseta deftly explores classism, colorism, cycles of abuse, how loyalty doesn’t always come attached to love, and the messy truths that sometimes family is not a source of comfort and that morality is all shades of gray.

My Thoughts: Every once in a while, a YA novel really piques my interest. I love that this is another family drama kind of story, and in particular, that these sisters are described as polar opposites and one will come to depend on the other. I am super excited to read this, and the few ratings and reviews make this sound like another hidden gem.

Mika in Real Life by Emiko Jean (Contemporary Fiction, pub date: 8/9/22)

Goodreads Blurb: One phone call changes everything.

At thirty-five, Mika Suzuki’s life is a mess. Her last relationship ended in flames. Her roommate-slash-best friend might be a hoarder. She’s a perpetual disappointment to her traditional Japanese parents. And, most recently, she’s been fired from her latest dead-end job.

Mika is at her lowest point when she receives a phone call from Penny—the daughter she placed for adoption sixteen years ago. Penny is determined to forge a relationship with her birth mother, and in turn, Mika longs to be someone Penny is proud of. Faced with her own inadequacies, Mika embellishes a fact about her life. What starts as a tiny white lie slowly snowballs into a fully-fledged fake life, one where Mika is mature, put-together, successful in love and her career.

The details of Mika’s life might be an illusion, but everything she shares with curious, headstrong Penny is real: her hopes, dreams, flaws, and Japanese heritage. The harder-won heart belongs to Thomas Calvin, Penny’s adoptive widower father. What starts as a rocky, contentious relationship slowly blossoms into a friendship and, over time, something more. But can Mika really have it all—love, her daughter, the life she’s always wanted? Or will Mika’s deceptions ultimately catch up to her? In the end, Mika must face the truth—about herself, her family, and her past—and answer the question, just who is Mika in real life?

In this brilliant new novel by from Emiko Jean, the author of the New York Times bestselling young adult novel Tokyo Ever After, comes a whip-smart, laugh-out-loud funny, and utterly heartwarming novel about motherhood, daughterhood, and love—how we find it, keep it, and how it always returns.

My Thoughts: I love when authors are versatile and write in multiple genres, so though I haven't read the Tokyo series (yet?) I am excited to read this adult novel from Emiko Jean. Not only am I interested to see how Mika builds a relationship with Penny, but I see that there might be a budding romance in the works for Mika as well. This book sounds like a light but heartwarming read and I really hope BOTM chooses it!

Thanks for reading this far! That’s it for this month!

If you have thoughts on these books or other books BOTM might offer I’d love to hear from you!

And if you’ve never tried BOTM and are interested, feel free to use this referral link to join and get your first month for just $5!

❤️

[victimhood]

Because I've gone off the rails into borderline shitposting, the most recent thought my brain had was....what if.....TBG!Nicky is a furry???

Sus clues:

Nicky is very private about his life

But he makes/made a lot of money

Furries are known for paying top dollar to commission art

Fursuits are great disguise for going out in public

No one knows who you are in a fur suit

Now let's consider...what is Nicky's fursona?

Wolf!Nicky seems like a popular trope

Cesare (a rottweiler who imprinted on Yusuf) is also Nicky's id

So I guess he's some kinda dog...? A....blue.....dog???

#tog fc #help me #you do not have to accept this headcanon #but i'm just dying at the idea of nicky in a fursuit in a hotel convention #if only the nicky stans knew #they could bump into their idol #at the hilton barcelona #well look in my headcanon tbg joe and nicky are kinky af #like they have a whole sex dungeon and do the leather daddy thing #they also have a sex swing #blease the thought of leather daddy!nicky does things to me #but also like i just imagined like what if we have a pic of yusuf in an armchair #flanked by two dogs nicky and cesare AHAHAHHAA #i do not apologize for kink #but i am sorry if you did not want this in your brain #also like joe nicky booker nile are totally in some sort of polycule #and nile tops everyone ofc #today my brain also thought of...what if we had a photoshoot of nile in her strap on and booker in sexy lingerie #any artists i can commission #or horror of horrors do i pick up my ipad and start drawing again

[yelenasdog]

moving out, moving on (mitch rapp x fem reader)

genre: fluff

summary: mitch and reader are taking another step towards mitch moving on, and it’s bittersweet.

words: 2.2k

warnings: drinking wine, kinda suggestive at times, talks abt katrina, mitch being emotional, my writing being melodramatic LOL

a/n: so. this was written during an all nighter that went to 7 am where i was listening to nicki minaj and eminem (???) for a good duration of it so. i’m very sorry if this is wonky at times! i hope u enjoy either way! mwah 

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The early morning rays streamed through thin fabric, draped above the assassin's window. Dust particles floated about, becoming visible within the section of light cast from the sun. The birds perched outside the small apartment tweeted happily from their branch, their songs beautiful. 

Though, they were quite pesterous to the pair that lay together, wrapped in gray sheets. They reveled in the heat provided by the soft blanket, but even more so by the warmth from their joint bodies.

A mop of dark brown hair stirred, bringing one hand up to softly rub his eyes with his knuckle, the other hand snaking around the waist of the woman peacefully sleeping beside him. He watched with fond eyes as she lightly groaned, rolling to face away from the invasion of bright, turning towards her love. 

Mitch smiled down at her sleepy behavior, reaching out and brushing stray hairs from her forehead. He reluctantly retracted it only moments later, forcing himself out of bed to go and prepare the two of them for their big day as best he knew how: Coffee.

His sock clad feet dragged across the hardwood as he went, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and groggy-ness (a word Y/n had donned as her own, and Mitch had caught on to) still very prevalent in his entire system. 

The Rhode Island air was frigid this time of year, Mitch allowing a grin to break out on his face upon remembrance of two nights previous, just how cold Y/n had been in the arena of the Providence Bruins hockey team. Nose pink, donned in a beanie proudly showing the team's logo, well, he had found himself a new lockscreen.

He shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of said groggy-ness, his body on autopilot as it made the beverages. He picked out her favorite mug from the cupboard (AKA a souvenir from Dubai he had picked up long ago) that she had adopted as her own, drinking out of it every time she would spend the night, almost like clockwork. He waited for his coffee beans to brew, scratching his stubble along his jaw. He flinched, though, when he felt two arms wrap around his middle. He quickly relaxed into the embrace upon realization of who the supposed assailant was, her head finding its way to rest on his bare shoulder.

“You scared me, there.” Mitch muttered, his larger hand inching towards her’s on his waist. He closed his eyes in content and she hummed in acknowledgment. Mitch allowed her to turn his figure to face her, still residing in her arms, seeing a bright smile plastered across her face.

“Only for a minute though, right?”

She laughed to which he chuckled in response, nodding in false surrender. “You’ve got me there, Y/n/n.” He mused, his eyes lighting up at the sound of the coffee machine beeping. He looked back to her, shrugging.

“I made you coffee, was gonna bring it to you in bed but, y’know.” He gestured to where she had now climbed up to sit on top of his counter, his sweatshirt around her that read “Brown University” across the front in large lettering pooling around her thighs.

“It’s alright, I need to get a move on anyway.” She smiled, hopping down to retrieve the mug, taking the warm ceramic from Mitch’s hands and sighing at the wondrous feeling that had spread through her whole body. She lifted it to her lips and drank, not surprised that her boyfriend had made it just the way she liked, to perfection. 

“Thank you, baby.” She commented, reaching up to plant a chaste kiss on his lips. Her lip curled as she pulled away, Mitch already knowing what she was going to say, a laugh bubbling up in his throat.

“Mitch! Go brush your teeth, for the love of God!” She whined, watching as he scampered off towards the bathroom, snickering all the way. She rolled her eyes, downing the rest of her beverage before following where Mitch had gone.

Once in the bathroom after rinsing her and Mitch’s mugs, she tied her hair up, undressing and turning on the water (practically scalding hot, of course). Mitch had no objections to the temperature, though, seeing as it was his last time showering with her in that apartment, and in that apartment, period. 

The whole thing felt very symbolic to Y/n, at least, seeing it as washing themselves clean for the next phase of their lives together, a sort of preparation. (Maybe not so much for Mitch, who really was just pleased for any excuse to see his girlfriend naked.)

They used generous amounts of soap, as not only were most of them nearly empty (in fact, a few were and if it weren’t for Y/n, they probably all would be), but also that they had decided to simply just buy new toiletries as a whole for their new place.

They giggled at the sight of each other, all lathered in bubbles and suds. Mitch reached a finger forward, wiping it from above her eyebrows and preventing it from falling into her eyes. Y/n brought her arms around his neck, her lips connecting with his. “Much better.” She regarded with a smirk, before leaning back in.

Nearly 40 minutes later, they both emerged from the shower, fresh faced and ready for the day ahead. He didn’t have a lot that needed to be packed up, given that his place came fully furnished, so it took all but 2 hours and 5 boxes to pack up Mitch Rapp’s life. It honestly might have taken even longer than originally would have been needed, as Y/n would stop every time she found something interesting, allowing Mitch to tell her all about whatever stories had been connected to the item.

It had started with the ridiculous bird lamp that sat on his bedside table, once belonging to Mr. Nazir, and ended with his lacrosse stick. (And, a promise that one day, he’d show her how to play. He swore he’d never seen her smile that big.)

They also threw away and donated a lot, some of Kat’s old stuff bringing a pained smile to his face as he would place it in a box simply labeled “Kat” in messy, thick letters. He wasn’t sure if the box would end up in his new closet, covered in dust and unopened, or back with her family. But either way, he wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye to her completely, which Y/n was able to understand.

“Mitch? Did you pack away your coats already?” Y/n called out, opening up the closet near the front door. Her breath slightly hitched in her throat upon seeing all of the photos of Mansur, still pasted to the painted wood, the edges curling up. 

“Nah, not yet, I was gonna handle that while you worked on the cupboards” He responded, busying himself with a text from Irene on his phone wishing him good luck. He looked up and saw what she had been asking about, his phone quickly sliding into his pocket as he made his way over to where she stood, visibly distressed. 

“How long have these been here?” She questioned, feeling Mitch’s arms wrap around her shoulders. She brought her hands up to grasp onto his wrists, leaning backwards into him and biting into her lip.

“Since the beach, when I decided to go after Mansur. When everything happened with the CIA, it was kind of a whirlwind, I didn’t really have enough time to even think about taking it down when I was only even here for hours at a time.” He lightly chuckled, watching as she stepped forward and began to take the pictures down, crumbling them up in her hands. 

She ran her fingertips over the indents left in the door, feeling the splinters against them. She turned back to Mitch, quipping how “Mr. Nazir won’t be too pleased about that.” 

He smiled, joining her in taking all of the images down, ripping them or balling them up in his fists. All of them ended up in one of the old Target bags they had been using for trash, filling up an entire bag (minus a few Dunkin cups sitting at the bottom).

Mitch trailed a few tender kisses down the left side of her next, and though it sounds cheesy, a feeling of hopefulness flooded himself out of most of the bitterness that had been stuck inside for so long. 

She turned her head to catch his lips with her own, and smiled into the kiss, her hand finding the back of his head. She lightly tugged on the chocolate colored strands and he groaned in content, to which her grin only widened. She pulled back, ruffling the top of his head before beginning to pack away the remnants of what was left in the closet. He rolled his eyes, following suit.

They had piled all of the boxes into the back of Mitch’s old decommissioned CIA vehicle (which was obvious that is was such, given that the side was littered with bullet holes and metallic scratches), returned the key to Mr. Nazir (who was glad to see Mitch go), and with that, they were off.

The new place wasn’t too far away, the pair taking a page out of Stan’s book and opting for a wonderful sense of privacy. It was nestled in a rural corner of Massachusetts, where Mitch would be able to come home to a sense of serenity. Y/n had already moved in her possessions, Mitch’s items being the last step. They’d also furnished the cozy cabin, trips to IKEA and Urban Outfitters (along with several other over-priced boutiques) making the place feel like a perfect fit for the couple.

Mitch’s strange and varied knick knacks made the house feel like a home, his lacrosse stick finding a new home by the front door, right under a hanging potted plant that Y/n and Mitch had decided to affectionately name “Charles” after a drunken night watching the X-Men movies. The house was littered in plants such as Charles, in fact, with Mitch’s first response to seeing all of them being “Wow, looks like a greenhouse in here.”

(Still, he’d grown to love the plant babies. Trust me.)

Two tired smiles made their ways to their faces as they both sat on their new sofa, admiring a job well done. Though several boxes still lay on the hardwood, unopened, they felt accomplished enough to pull out a bottle of wine that they had been saving for the occasion. It was an early housewarming gift from Stan, to which they were unprepared to take advantage of, it seemed.

“Baby, did we unpack the wine glasses earlier?” Mitch questioned, his mind slightly foggy of the day's events and early start.

“No, I think they’re still packed up.” She replied, to which Mitch’s eyes lit up, an idea forming and an imaginary lightbulb popping up over his head. He got up from his seat, a wide smile spreading across his face. Her expression mirrored his own, with an added quirked brow at his antics.

“I’ve got a solution, wait here.” Mitch responded, padding over to where he had remembered the new home of the mugs to be. Upon realization of what he was doing, Y/n smiled, rolling her eyes and bringing a hand up to run through her roots.

He shuffled back over moments later, his girlfriend recognizing one of the mugs in his hands as her favorite. He sat down next to her, with the bare skin of her thighs touching his own, jean clad. He bumped his knee to hers with a giggle, pouring out the Pinot Grigio into the mugs. 

She gratefully accepted it as it was handed to her, smiling as she took a sip. Mitch did the same, the two of them leaning back into the soft sofa. Y/n brought her legs up, cuddling into his side and absorbing his warmth. He brought his free hand to her side, a strong hold giving them both a strong sense of comfort as she lay her head on his shoulder.

The box labeled “Kat” remained unpacked along with the others on the floor, dust already beginning to gather. Mitch had come across it a few times that day, each time more thoughtful than the last as he struggled to decide what it was exactly he was feeling towards the objects; or perhaps towards the memory of Katrina.

He had come to realize that it was acceptance he felt, deep in his stomach, settling down. It had been brought upon him in totality over time, today’s events being the final step. A soft smile spread across Mitch’s face, a single tear falling from his eye. Y/n looked up, eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“Mitch, are you alright?”

He leaned down, connecting their lips in a watery yet nectarous kiss, his hand beginning to rub small circles on her shoulder. 

“Yeah, Y/n/n.” 

The fire they had built earlier was roaring, now, casting a warm glow across the pair’s features. The damp trail down his cheek was highlighted, nearly glistening on his skin like an amber. 

“I’m doin’ just fine.”

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ok btw ik that wine in mugs would be a horrible idea but this is fiction so SHUSH

anyway i hope yall enjoyed! i love writing for mitch and i have lots of future fics for him, so if u liked this, please reblog and follow if ya wanna. mwah, go drink water and have some protein <333

 xx hj

#mitch rapp x reader #mitch rapp imagine #american assassin fic #american assassin fanfiction #american assassin imagine #dylan obrien imagine #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan obrien x reader #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x y/n #dylan o'brian imagine #mitch rapp x y/n #stiles x reader #we will rock queue #yelenasdog

[hopeless-deerie-fanfics]

MUSIC TASTES AND GUILTY PLEASURE SONGS bros + undateables

Lucifer

Jazz, classical music, if he has to choose a modern artist then aurora or Videoclub, he vibes with French music a lot of the time. He also likes Piano and violin covers of more popular songs but cannot stand the originals. Satan and belphie are aware of this and take full advantage, much to his chagrin.

Guilty pleasure: mamamoo, hwasa specifically radiates Lucifer energy and I can 100 percent see him vibing with it. Levi swears he once saw him at a concert but would never say so, he gets a death glare from Lucifer every time he brings up mamamoo in conversation so he knows he saw correct but also he *doesn't want to die*.

Mammon

90s hip hop jams, queen, classic rock, overall has pretty good taste in music, adores abba

Guilty pleasure: he cries at the shrek soundtrack and he doesn't know why. Just straight up starts bawling to all star. Also romantic songs get him crying. He just can't. He has a playlist named 'MC' that's full of romantic songs he wants to dance with them to, but any time any of the songs plays he starts crying.

Levi

K-pop and jpop, he stans Loona. Listens to a mix of male, female and mixed groups and artists. surprisingly enough he goes to the most concerts out of all of the brothers, even beating Asmo out (since he tends to go clubbing instead). It's the only time he voluntarilly goes into such an enviroment. When he goes to a concert he doesn't mess about, VIP tickets and gets the best merch. He loves anime themes, also see him liking anything 'niche' so is a bit of a hipster and a massive music snob. Likes things like horrible histories songs and asap science elements song where he can study without studying if ya get me. Deffo can name every Pokémon. Pfft you like the original poke rap? Catch this boi listening to BDG's better pokerap and reciting every word, also rocks out to Richie Branson.

Guilty pleasure: Ariana Grande but hates that he likes it cos it's 'normie music'

Satan

Studio Ghibli soundtracks, heavy metal, baby queen, MCR, AKMU, Triple H, Gang of Youths, Paramore, good taste but very varied so his playlists are always jumping between genres.

Guilty pleasure: the front bottoms, esp. the song 'father' for obvious reasons, also likes Videoclub but knows that Lucifer also likes it so adamantly denies he likes it. Catch him alone in the library jamming out to 'En nuit' tho I dare ya

Asmo

Techno and clubbing music, as well as anything on a girls night playlist, you kno he knows all the words and has definitely sung every song while crying at 3am on a karaoke machine, also the Orion experience and anything normally played at a pride parade or rave

Guilty pleasure: babymetal. He knows it's not the vibe he gives off but he finds them adorable, deffo attends every concert but will deny it. Levi saw him at one once and it was the Spiderman meme. He swore him to secrecy.

Beel

Happy upbeat music he can work out to, modern pop works but really anything with a rhythm. Likes African drums because of this, can play the djembe drum. Probably attends a Zumba class and makes all the fellow demons drool, from his abs and the fact hes eating a 30 course meal while he does it

Guilty pleasure: Shakira? I'm gonna say Shakira. Beels hips don't lie but catch him dancing and he'll get embarrased.

Belphie

Green Day and anything anti-authority, MCR, bmth, he is vibing to emo bops and you know it.

Guilty pleasure: country esp. dolly parton cos he's a cow boi.

Diavolo

He loves country music and because of this he plays it on repeat in the castle and Lucifer cannot stand it. If only belphie knew his guilty pleasure songs would drive Lucifer insane, he would play them full blast every day just to piss him off. Yeah maybe it's good he doesn't know.

Guilty pleasure: Explicit rap music. He know it's not good for his royal image to swear but man, he loves it so much. Got a sweet spot for Nicki Minaj but only Barbs knows about it.

Barbatos

I can really see him liking Bollywood dance and music for some reason? I feel like his favourite instrument is the sitar. He definitely watches Bollywood dramas in his offtime and gets very invested. Will do the same with Kdramas, Jdramas, Mdramas, a secret drama hoe. Only a dramatic bish would !!!SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 20!!! ((get the bros watch MC die only to turn around and be like 'well actually' he loves drama he's just *subtle* about it))!!!SPOILERS END!!!

Guilty pleasure: Nicky Minaj, who do you think introduced Dia to her huh? Also weak to kidzbop but don't you dare call him out on it. It's one of the reasons he and Luke get along so well. They vibe to kidzbop while they bake.

Simeon

Hymns I don't know what to tell ya, but also MUSICALS, Boi is a massive musical nerd and knows all the words. Luke once make the mistake of bringing up Hamilton and had to sit through him singing the entire soundtrack. It was good, don't get me wrong, but he was trying to do his human history class hw..

Guilty pleasure: lil naz x and Beyonce, but he blushed bright red the WHOLE TIME and prays for forgiveness after. Has definitely danced drunk to single ladies tho. Probably with mammon or Asmo.

Solomon

SALSA MUSIC this man can DANCE and dance he shall. Bachata all the way. But also shamelessly loves Nickelback. I'm sorry. I know. I can see him liking fall out boy, and purposely playing songs that reference angels and demons to get a rise out of them. He is the one that showed Simeon Lil Naz X.

Guilty pleasure: the spice girls. When Asmo found out they both had a mini concert in his room.

Luke

Kidzbop and hymns, but mostly kidzbop. He also likes studio Ghibli music, he listens to it while cooking, but he hates that satan likes it because *demon prejudice*.

Guilty pleasure: Avril Lavigne, more specifically girlfriend and skaterboi. Also likes Ariana Grande and Cardi B but has only heard their kidzbop versions and not the originals.

#obey me #obey me memes #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me headcanons #lucifer #obeyme #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #mammon obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me undateables #obey me brothers #fanfiction #obey me fanfic #simeon #diavolo #luke #satan obey me #solomon #leviathan #asmo #belphie #beel

[kaeyasaki]

💔 — :; who they leave you for

-> an :; all jokes, this has been in my drafts for a while now and i never finished it because i was clearly on something when i first started it and never bothered finishing,, it seemed fitting as my final goodbye to the hq fandom as i’m only writing for tetsu now, so thanks hq fandom,, you were okay for the most part

-> ft :; miya atsumu, suna rintarō, kozume kenma, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarō + oikawa tooru

-ˏˋ miya atsumu ˊˎ-

atsumu x camilla cabello -> atsumilla

to put it short they’re both musty and musty people belong together. all it took was a jokingly sent feet pic into camilla’s dms and she was quickly packing her things to leave hers and shawn’s house. their first date went well, but camllia decided atsumu was a real keeper when she found out he was a great kisser! better technique than shawn and didn’t mind that camilla enjoys kissing like fish. he indulged in it and the two of them quickly drove other couples eating in the five star restaurant away with their... interesting displays of pda.

-ˏˋ suna rintarō ˊˎ-

suna x kris jenner -> sunis

suna was actually aiming for kendall when he spammed the jenners on twitter, but these days kendall’s busy connecting with nature and getting herself into photoshop scandals so she never actually saw suna’s tweets. you know who did see his tweets though? social media’s hawk eyed kris jenner! kris thought suna was cute and he’s a lot younger than corey gambles who was her partner at the time. younger man = more media coverage which = more income into her bottomless pocket! when she first approached suna, he didn’t even care he hadn’t gotten kendall’s attention because his eyes were wide open and focused on her mother, milf kris jenner.

-ˏˋ kozume kenma ˊˎ-

kenma x travis scott -> kenvis

kenma was happily logging on ready to stream on his youtube channel before he was hit with a copy right claim. it turns out he’d used ‘sicko mode’ in one of his fortnite streams and never gotten permission. thinking contacting the record label for permission seemed long winded, kenma shot travis himself a dm and travis fell hard! he thought kenma’s stoic face perfectly complimented his own and offered kenma permission and a dinner date and the two have been happy together since! these days kenma still streams but he helps coparent stormi with his lover travis while kylie’s busy slandering kenma and his stream on her instagram story between promoting her new line of kylie skin.

-ˏˋ sakusa kiyoomi ˊˎ-

sakusa x chrissy tiegan-> sakussy

the queen of twitter clapbacks and the king of twitter burner accounts, these two had beef on one of chrissy’s threads, but it turns out the two were just a case of the typical enemies to lovers troupe! chrissy was actually impressed with sakusa’s wit and callouts and the two of them slowly became a twitter stan duo! after finally meeting, sakusa explained why he used burner accounts and suggested chrissy do the same as she keeps getting blocked, now the two of them harass controversial celebrities and anti’s and have several burner accounts logged in to continue the argument after getting their main ones blocked. petty but hot of them.

-ˏˋ bokuto koutarō ˊˎ-

bokuto x oprah winfrey

bokuto made his raging crush on oprah no secret and has been dedicating each one of his scores to her on live television. oprah got tagged in so many fan cams made by his loyal fans that she just had to notice him. oprah saw bokuto as a marketing opportunity at first because come on, he’s the himbo to her girlboss, what a media pleasing couple! bokuto was thrilled when oprah invited him to meet but since meeting, oprah’s fallen hard for bokuto’s infectious laughter and she’s found herself feeling young and free again. bokuto is just happy he’s somehow cuffed a nice woman with a big ass.

-ˏˋ iwaizumi hajime ˊˎ-

iwaizumi x nicki minaj -> iwaicki

these two met when iwaizumi was in cali and he was walking out the gym. miss minaj had just come out from her own private session and iwaizumi just couldn’t help but notice what a great looking specimen she was. however, his face fell when he saw kenneth petty, criminal and nicki’s lover. iwaizumi knew kenneth was a bad match for nicki because hello? he’s a literal criminal and he’d never forgive himself if he allowed such a goddess to fall into the wrong hands when he knew he could treat her better. iwaizumi knocked kenneth out and proclaimed how well he’d look after nicki to her in front of her car and nicki couldn’t help but stan! herself and iwaizumi have been a happy couple since and any man that comes within a 5 metre radius of her is getting hard stares from him. truly a power couple.

-ˏˋ oikawa tooru ˊˎ-

oikawa x bryan tanaka -> oikyan

oikawa has had personal beef with mariah carey ever since she featured on his spread in volleyball weekly. he didn’t even know how she managed to get into it because the only sports she does is running and that’s only her mascara when a minor occurrence happens. he’s had twitter wars and been blocked on several social media platforms but he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. one night oikawa was ready to grow up and forget about it all until he ran into bryan, mariah’s boyfriend at a local convenience store. bryan was buying stuff that he’d tiredly said mariah had demanded and oikawa took this as the chance to finally get back at her for his highschool years. he told bryan not to bother and that he’d never boss him around the way mariah does. a tired, but grateful bryan gave in and the two have since found interests in gardening and guitar together leaving mariah scrambling to fix her tear stains before christmas just before her yearly relevancy comes back.

#LMFAO WHAT WAS I ON #appreciate i gave u pictures too i really did the most for my final piece #nah fr it’s been fun but t:etsu is my only interest #thanks h:q you’ve been great.. kinda ig #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu hcs #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #suna rintaro #suna x you #suna x reader #kozume kenma #kenma x you #kenma x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x you #sakusa x reader #bokuto koutarō #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you

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Lifeline: Part 1

Characters: Jamie Reagan, Reader, Frank Reagan, Henry Reagan, Danny Reagan, Erin Reagan, Linda Reagan, Jack Reagan, Sean Reagan, Nicki Reagan, Sydney, Stan Rourke, Brian (OMC), Tyler (OMC), Ryan (OMC), Tony(OMC), Mentions- Nurses, other EMTs, Crash Victims

Starting Paring: Jamie X Sydney, Reader X  OC Paramedic Brian

Word Count: 2790

Warning: Little bit of fluff, Angst, Car Accident

A/N: This is part 1 of ??. There is actual dialog from the show in this fic, it will be in Italics.

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Today was the day, Jamie becomes a police officer.

You were so proud of him; you couldn’t wait to see him graduate. Originally you weren’t going to go to the ceremony, you were just going to congratulate him and give him a funny card or something. You knew he was going to be upset about it, but you didn’t have the energy to deal with Sydney. You told him it was because you had to work, you didn’t have the heart to tell him it was actually because of Sydney.

After a few days of trying to convince you to come, you finally caved. Luckily, you were able to get enough time off for the ceremony and a half hour more extra but that was about it. Which meant you would have to wear your uniform, but you grabbed a nice jacket to cover your shirt. He didn’t care what you wore as long as you were there.

Once you were on your way into the building you were texting Erin to see where they were. She made sure to save you a seat next to her but far away from Sydney. She was the only one who could see what she was doing to you. Neither of you were going to say anything to Jamie because he loves her, and you didn’t want to ruin that for him.

It took you a while to find them because of how many people were there. When you were able to find them, you were just in time for everything to start. Watching all of the new officers walking in was exciting, you were looking out for Jamie and quickly found him.

After the ceremony, everyone was waiting outside. You stayed behind to talk to a few of the officer before heading out to met the Reagans. You saw Frank and Henry on the way out, so you just tagged along with them.

“Dad!” Erin had her hand in the air to get his attention.

Once the three of you walked up, Danny was already on Jamie.

“Moms probably spinning in her grave, you quitting the law and becoming a cop and all.”

“Danny.” Linda mildly scolded him.

“I’m just sayin.’ Golden boy was on the fast track to Washington. Now look at him. Just like the rest of us Reagans another boot in a suit.”

“Don’t bust my chops, Danny”

“Excuse me, all of the Reagans?” Erin seemed mildly offended.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, sis. I forgot we got an assistant district attorney in the family. I’m proud of you sis.” He said as he pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you.”

“We’d have another lawyer in the family if these two would set a date.” Linda pointed to Jamie and Sydney.

“What, and spoil all the fun?” Sydney before giving you a quick smirk. You just cocked your eyebrow at her.

“Well, the gang’s all here, I guess we should be getting over to the Breslin.” Frank was looking around the circle that you all had formed.

“Oh, sorry, but first-year associates don’t get lunch. I’m lucky they let me out for this. It was amazing.” She looked to Jamie, giving him a quick kiss. You just looked down, becoming very fascinated with your jacket.

“Bye everybody. Bye I love you.” She said as she backed up and walked away.

“Bye.” Linda gave her a little wave.

“Bye Sydney.” Frank said as she was walking away.

“She seems to be handling this well, you becoming a cop.” Erin spoke up.

“We’re working on it.”  Danny phone started ringing. He quickly picked up.

“It can’t be easy after watching you bury your brother.” Linda said.

“Joe died doing what he loved to do.” Henry chimed in.

There was a small moment of silence between everyone. Danny got off the phone before coming around to Jamie.

“Little brother, I’m gonna have to buy you a beer another time. I got a missing kid. Got to go.”

“You up to catch a case?”

“Yeah, dad. Demarcus is on his way. I’ll see you guys later.” Danny gives Linda a quick kiss, before turning his attention to the boys. “Bye. Bye boys.” Then he walked away.

“You coming with us Y/n?” Henry put his hand on your shoulder to get your attention.

“Not this time, I need to get going too.” You looked around the circle, stopping on Jamie. “Congratulations.”

“Wait you’re not coming.”

“No Jamie. My shift starts soon, and I need to make sure the truck is set up.”

“You couldn’t get the day off?”

“Unfortunately, not. I was only able to switch shifts with Brian to come here. He took mine while I get the lovely nightshift.”

“That doesn’t sound like fun.” Erin chuckled at your sarcasm.

“No, it’s not. I’m going to be getting off at Four in the morning. Then I will be working my regular shift.”

“Oh no. She’s going to be cranky for the next couple of days.”

You looked over to Jamie who had a huge grin on his face. You slightly moved to the side, punching him in the arm. He quickly grabbing where you hit and rubbing away the pain.

“Shut up.”

“Never mind she’s already cranky.” You brought your hand up to hit him again. “Hey!”

“Okay, I really need to get going now.” Jamie pulled you into a hug. Once he let you go, you pulled the card out of one of your inner pockets and handed it to him. You looked back to the other Reagans to see them all staring at the two of you. “Bye guys.” You started walking away.

“Bye Y/n!” Jamie yelled after you. You looked back sending him a wave.

You made it to your truck but getting out of there was worse than normal because of the Officer ceremony. When you finally made it into work, you had about ten minutes to spare. You went inside to your locker and started getting you gear on. Once you were done with that, you went out to the truck and started going through, restocking if needed.

You made it through the majority of your shift only dealing with non-life-threatening injuries. That was until the end of your shift there was as super bad accident. One car was a drunk driver and the other was a family of three. There were multiple ambulances dispatched to the scene. You instantly were at the car with the family, while your partner, Tyler went to the drunk driver.

Their car was hit on the driver side door. You knew that there is no way that you were going to be able to get the door open.

“Tyler, I need you over here as soon as possible!” You yelled over to your partner.

Just as you finished yelling another ambulance arrived along with the fire department. The other set of EMTs went to Tyler and took over the drunk driver. Tyler ran over to help you; he took the husband. The Husband was unconscious, he also took most of the damage. The wife was awake and trying to calm her son, who was screaming in the back seat. You quickly move around the car to check on the wife and child.

“Hey hunny what’s your name?” He looked over to you he looked scared, but he stopped crying. You opened the back door to pull the buster seat out, trying not to move the child too much.

“His name is Tony.”

“Tony. HI Tony.” You were able to get him out quickly. You checked him over as much as he would allow, not seeing any signs of physical injury. “Okay, you look all good little buddy. I’m gonna go check on your momma. Can you be a big boy and stay here?”

All he did was nod his head, but he was watching you closely as you walked over to his mom. You started working on his mom. She didn’t feel any pain, but you put her in a neck brace just to be sure. You were able to get her out and onto a gurney. She had a large cut on the side of her head where she hit it on the window, this was the only injury she had. You were able to get it cleaned up an put a bandage onto it for the ride to the hospital. Tony was on the gurney with his mother, he was curled into her side.

By this time another ambulance showed up. The fire department was able to get the husband out and onto a gurney. He was rushed to the hospital in the ambulance that just arrived, Tyler went with him, switching out with another EMT so that you weren’t in yours alone.

As you were about to load up the wife into the back of your truck, the new EMT came up to you and pulled you aside to speak with you.

“We need to get the son off of the gurney, he can’t stay with her.”

“What do you mean by he can’t stay with her? He’s coming in the ambulance with his mother.”

“There is no room in the ambulance for him. He is going to have to go with an officer.”

“There is room. He’s a little kid, and we have a seat for him in the back next to his mother. He will be strapped in like he’s supposed to be. If you take him away from his mother, you are going to cause unnecessary trauma. So back the fuck off and let me do my job and make sure his mother makes it to the hospital. All you need to worry about is driving the damn truck.” You weren’t going to back down when it comes to this. You couldn’t even believe he would suggest that.

You walked back to the back of your truck and loaded them up. You helped Tony into the seat while you got his mother ready to move. You absolutely hate drunk driver calls. Ever since your mother was killed in an accident by a drunk driver, you hated them even more.

Once you were set to go, you told the other EMT to drive to the hospital. You had a feeling that you were going to be written up for your behavior, but you tried not to focus on that. You needed to make sure to keep them calm on the way. You didn’t care if you got written up, you were in the right.

After getting to the hospital, you got the mother off of the truck before unbuckling Tony. The nurses came out seconds after you got the gurney out of the truck. Tyler was also walking to the truck. You started telling the nurses all of her vitals and everything that happened. You handed Tony over to one of the nurses. You made sure to give them all of the information you had, before going out to the truck.

You were in the back cleaning, when the EMT that Tyler switched with came to the back of the truck.

“What the hell is your problem?”

“Excuse you.” You stopped cleaning and looked over to him.

“I have been on the job longer than you have, why in the hell are you questioning my judgement.”

“Just because you have been on the job longer than me doesn’t mean shit. You wanted to traumatize a child, by taking him from his mother. Right after an accident. Do you not see how fucked up that is?”

“He would have been fine.” He crossed his arms at you. You walked to the back of the truck and hopped out. “Just because you can’t handle a car accident after your mother was killed doesn’t mean, he couldn’t manage being away from his mom for five minutes.”

“What the fuck did you just say?!”

“You heard me.”

The next few seconds went by so quickly that before you had time to think and stop yourself it was too late. You punched him right in the face, then grabbed him by his collar and slammed him against the ambulance door. You looked at him straight in the eyes, the anger was just radiating off of you.

“If you ever bring up my mother again, you’re going to have a lot worse than a busted nose.” You let go of him.

“You bitch.”

“I would go get that looked at if I were you.”

You left him to deal with his nose, while you hopped back into the truck and finished cleaning. After a little while he was gone, and Tyler popped back up.

“Did you really punch Ryan in the face?”

“Yeah, I did. He’s lucky that’s all I did.”

“I talked to him about what happened, he wanted to press charges.”

“Fuck.”

“Don’t worry I talked him out of it, but he’s still going to go to our supervisor.”

“Looks like I’m going to get suspended. Great.” You let out a sigh as you sat down on the back end of the truck.

“Hopefully, it’s not too long and you will be back out here. Just hopefully on your normal shift so you don’t have to deal with him.”

“Yeah.” You looked down at your watch seeing it is past four. “We should get back to the station, shift change is happening soon.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

The two of you loaded up, you drove back to the station. It was almost five thirty when you were almost done putting your gear away when Ryan walked through the door followed by Rourke, the Commissioner of the New York City Fire Department aka you boss. By the look on his face, you were about to get ripped a new one.

“Y/Ln! My office now.”

“Yes sir.”

You followed him to his office, closing the door behind you. You stood in front of his desk while he sat in his chair.

“What the hell happened?!”

“Ryan wanted to take a child who had just been in a car accident, away from his mother. I was not going to allow that to happen. I told him off, we got to the hospital with no problems. After the child and his mother were handed over to the hospital, I went back to clean the truck. He came to the back and started talking at me. One thing led to another, he brought up my mother and I punched him in the face, then slammed him into the door. I gave him a warning, he called me a bitch, then I went back to cleaning the truck.” You said this in a calm manner, a little too calm for Rourke.

He wiped his hands down his face.

“I know your mother is a sensitive subject for you. A lot of us know what happen to her.” He let out a sigh, crossing his arms over his desk. “But that doesn’t excuse your behavior.”

“Are you serious?! He was going to traumatize a child!” You got closer to his desk, pointing to the door that Ryan had left out before they entered. “When my mom died, I was in my early twenty’s, not a fragile child.”

“Y/n, calm down.”

“I’m not going to calm down. I don’t give a rat’s ass, what he said to me. I’m more worried about the next child or person he does this to.”

“He is being dealt with. We are here to talk about you.” He pulled out paperwork. “I’m going to have to suspend you effective immediately, and in order to come back you have to complete an anger management class.”

You gave him a bitch face and a cocked eyebrow. “Are you serious? I don’t have an anger problem.”

“Y/n, I’m not going to compromise on this.”

“Fine.”

You got up and walked out, going back to your locker. You pulled out your things when you heard a door open behind you. You turned your head to see Brian walking in.

“Hey.” He said as he came up next to you.

“Hi.”

“Do you know what’s going on? I got a call saying that the schedule was changed, and I was taking over your shift.”

“Yeah, I got suspended.”

“What?! Why?” He was fully turned to you now.

“I punched Ryan in the face.”

“I’m sure you had a good reason. You’re not one to lose your temper.”

“Yeah well, I did and now I have to take an anger management class before I can come back to work. So, there is that.” You were done gathering all of your stuff and ready to leave. “I’ll talk to you later. Stay safe.” You gave him a quick kiss before heading out.

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so I was talking to my girlfriend when I realized I didn’t post these two fics so...here’s this, the (technically) second part will be posted in just a few minutes :’)

also just so you know I do this when I’m alone in my room bc I have a skirt & shirt kinda like that sooo do with this information what you will :^

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warning: swearing, sexual implications and language, office make out session (the best), the song this fic refrences includes the n-word so even though I obviously didn’t write it if you go to find it just know that

word count: 4.1K

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You swirled around your room, short skirt twisting around your thighs and lifting up dangerously high with every step. You definitely did not wear this one outside of your room, besides to the bar or club. It was already high on your legs, at least six inches above your knees and exposing a large portion of skin, and the shirt that you loved with it...jeez. Not something Cordelia would approve of, that's for sure. But goddamn, if it didn't make you feel sexy as fuck. You were the only one home, the rest of the girls were out, since it was the weekend, but you wanted to stay in for a day, clean up your room and all that.

i needed to give you a reference bc this picture was too good to pass up:

anyways

And since you knew you'd be alone, you put on the outfit you wore when you didn't need to worry about someone seeing you. So what originally was meant to be a cleaning day turned into half an hour of playing songs that no one that you hung out with (besides Madison of course) would ever approve of or expect you to listen to, while swinging your hips and dancing to the tunes. You were currently on "Anaconda" by Nicki Minaj, and you were feeling yourself. Every flick of your hips sent your skirt flaring out, and your arms raised over your head raised your already short top even higher on your stomach. You did manage to clean up while you were dancing, a little bit, picking up any stray clothes on the way and prancing over to your closet and putting them away, albeit not the neatest way to do things.

But soon you abandoned cleaning completely when "Dip" by Tyga came on, and if you weren't already feeling it, now you definitely were. "Bitches love me, keep it hunnid. Bitches love you, cuz you funny, they aint even stunners." (we are white we do not say the n-word here, keep it clean >:( ) You rapped along with the lyrics, rolling your body as multiple inappropriate scenarios went through your head to the song, most featuring one certain blonde witch. "I can be your daddy, cuz I am a motherfucker." You grinned, really getting into the swing of things. "Can you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip?" Every 'make it dip' made you throw your hips to either side sharply.

You raked your fingers through your hair, dragging it out of it's tie and allowing it to flow over your shoulders. You flicked it over into a side part, running your digits through it again as your arms glided out above your head when you flicked your hips to the side a few more times, enjoying the way the fabric of your skirt flowed, so freely and fluidly across your pale thighs, smirking and biting your lip as you watched your reflection. "All these bitches my minis, got 'em callin' me Mickey."

You weren't so far into the music, however, that you didn't feel the sudden presence approaching your door, and your eyes went a bit wide as you scrambled for your phone, pressing the pause button as quickly as you could, though you were almost positive whoever it was that was now outside your door must have heard at least some of the song. Which frankly mortified you, and you were hoping it was just Madison, since she knew you listened to that kind of stuff. Looking yourself over, you smoothed your skirt down and pulled your shirt an inch further down your torso, since the person now was knocking at your door and you didn't have time to change.

So you called out "Coming!" as you marched over to the door, flinging your phone behind you and letting out a small huff of relief when you heard it bounce on your mattress. Today was not the day you wished to break your phone. You swallowed hard before you opened the door, and it was a millisecond before you turned the knob and opened it that your magic realized that 'oh fuck that isn't Madison', but it was too late as you swung the door open to reveal none other than the Supreme in all her glory, leaning on the door frame outside the thing, and your breath caught in your throat as you stumbled back a step. Hers did the same as her mouth snapped closed and whatever it was she wanted to say fell from her mind when she saw how you were dressed, brain short-circuiting. She stuttered something out and you did the same, quickly saying "Miss Cordelia! Fuck, hi, uh, w-what's up?"

Cordelia's mouth opened to speak, but no words came out as her throat was still too dry from how you looked. Finally she managed to choke out "I-I just wanted to speak to you a-about something. I'll, uh, I'll come back later--" "No, it's fine! Um, you can come in, I just, gimme a second. I'll change." you took a few shaky steps back again to allow Cordelia in, and she did so, trying her best not to look at you for too long lest she pass out or combust from embarrassment. Or perhaps some other emotion that she was unwilling to confront. But she did see the way your skirt slid up and exposed much more thigh than she'd ever seen you showing with every step you took to your closet, and couldn't help but look to the expanse of stomach that was visible. The blonde bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as she shakily sat down on your bed. She watched as you snatched something from your closet and hastily excused yourself into the bathroom to change.

This allowed her some time to calm down, but the image of all of that skin refused to leave her head, no matter how much she tried to rid herself of it, as that unidentified emotion reared every time. As she placed her right hand down on the mattress, her fingers brushed something hard, and she glanced down to see your phone lying there, still on with something showing on the screen. Now, Cordelia was very insistent on respecting her Coven's privacy, but her body acted almost out of her control as she carefully grabbed the device and pressed the volume button down drastically before twitching over the play button on what she now saw was a music player screen. A second of hesitation before she went all in and pressed the button, and her breath caught again and her eyes went wide, face flaring up bright red when she heard the lyrics.

"I always pull up with some Barbie dolls, thick in the thighs, I said we lookin' for some brain, where the Wizard of Oz? Last [REDACTED] was a dope dealer, hell of a guy. He said the pussy top five, dead or alive." Cordelia had never imagined you listening to something like that, and she quickly pressed the pause button and threw the phone back down when she heard the lock on your bathroom door click again. Though the heat in her face still had yet to retreat, and her breathing was shaky, every word she'd heard reverberating around in her head, paired with you in that skirt, and it all got just a bit too much for the woman to handle. She watched as you slipped out of the bathroom, previous outfit clutched in your hands, fabric twisted around your fingers as you fiddled with it anxiously.

You threw it down onto a chair and walked slowly back to your bed and stood a few feet from Cordelia, leaning on your nightstand. "So, um...what did you want to talk about?" you said, not making eye contact because you knew if you did you would blush. "Oh. Ah, I was just wondering what you were doing inside on the weekend. Usually you go with the other girls." Cordelia mumbled, also not meeting your eyes directly. You swallowed and replied "Oh, um, I was cleaning. I mean I was trying to," you cleared your throat awkwardly before continuing. "Um, and I don't usually wear stuff like that, by the way. I-It's really just around here in my own. Just please don't me mad with me, I—" "It's fine, y/n. I was just...surprised is all." You bit your lip, nodding hesitantly, not making any effort to get closer to Cordelia.

The woman noticed and smiled shyly, finally looking at you properly and waving you forward silently. You did, stepping slowly towards her until you could finally settle on your bed, perching gingerly on the edge of the mattress. You still faced away from Cordelia, unwilling to get too close. But when she sighed and reached her hand out to pull you a bit closer, fingers making contact with your shoulder, she gasped sharply and jerked back, and you did the same, flinching away and finally looking at the Supreme with wide eyes, her lips parted in shock and eyes glazed over as she stared blankly at your wall, emotions flashing across her gaze. The woman saw just glimpses of you, in your room with that outfit on, hips swaying to various music, back arching and body rolling provocatively. Her face lit up in a bright blush once she snapped out of it, looking away immediately and spluttering out some sort of an apology before standing up quickly. She glanced down at you and mumbled "I need to go," before disappearing completely, not even minding to walk out as she transmuted somewhere else, leaving you to sit on your bed in a stupor.

You blinked rapidly, mouth agape in silence, not being able to formulate a full thought, beside 'I'm so fucked.' Eventually you stood up, walking on wobbly legs to your chair, collecting your clothes and putting them away quickly, not planning on putting them on for the foreseeable future, which was probably for the best.

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You didn't have a full interaction with Cordelia for three days, as every time she saw you she blushed and turned away, quickly walking away. It was getting a bit annoying, because you had wanted to talk to her at some point but she was making it her mission to avoid you at all costs. And Robichaux's was so big that it wasn't really that difficult. You asked Zoe at one point if she'd seen the Supreme, and the girl said that she had just a few minutes prior, which frustrated you even more, because you knew that it was just you that she refused to talk to.  Eventually you got sick of it, and planned to just somehow confront her, which maybe wasn't the best idea, but at that point you didn't particularly care. But before you could think of a way to do so, Queenie walked up to you as you were lost in thought, tapping your shoulder and making you look at her. She rolled her eyes but said "Miss Cordelia asked to see you. She's in her office." You let out a relieved sigh and nodded, thanking her before excusing yourself, walking in long strides to the blonde witch's office.

You arrived shortly, rapping your knuckles on the wood in three sharp strikes, waiting for the called out "Come in!" before entering. And when you did, you opened the door, stepped over the threshold, and half slammed the door behind you with your magic, crossing your arms and scowling at Cordelia. "What the hell? I've been trying to talk to you for two days and now suddenly you want to see me?" You exclaimed, hands flaring out to the side as you walked to her desk, placing your palms down on the hard surface and leaning down so you were more at her eye level from where she was sitting. One of her brows raised and she smirked slightly, leaning back further in her chair as she crossed her arms as well, still looking at you. You didn't back down, eyes narrowing fractionally in silent challenge. Finally Cordelia spoke; "Yes, you're correct. And I am aware of how long you've been....pursuing me. But I'd watch my tone if I were you."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and mumbling "Oh yeah sure. Ignore me then expect me to act like nothing happened. Come on Cordelia, you and I both know that isn't how this works." The older witch bit her lip as she listened to you. The sass in your tone exited her, and perhaps it turned her on a bit, but that's not the point. So she stretched her neck out, rolling it back before uncrossing her arms. She then raised one hand, her index finger moving in a 'come hither' motion, prompting you forward. But when you didn't move, only removing your hands from her desk and leaning back, still scowling, she sighed, exasperated. "Honestly, y/n, must you make this difficult?" She murmured before unleashing her powers on your mind, and though she did not do it often, her Concilium skills were still perfect. If you didn't know better, you'd almost believe that you were making the decision to move forward consciously, though you knew that was not, in fact, the case.

You let out a indignant noise as Cordelia forced you to walk around the desk towards you, eyes never leaving yours as she held your stare intensely. "Cordelia what are you--""Shush." One word was all it took for you to shut up, and she finally relinquished control once you were standing directly in front of her, the woman having spun her chair to the right so she could face you. You sighed and bit your lip as you looked down at her, tapping your foot. "And what is this?" you said, raising your eyebrows momentarily. Cordelia hummed in response, making you scoff and begin to turn away to walk back. But before you could the woman's hand shot out and she gripped your wrist firmly, pulling you towards her. This sudden movement caused you to stumble and, as cliche as it was, tumble directly into her lap with a squeal of her name. The witch's hand remained on your wrist as she forced it down onto the arm of the chair and mumbling "Don't move."

You listened, nodding shakily. She removes her hand after a second and your fingers grip tightly on the thing, knuckles turning white as her other hand grips your chin, pulling it an inch closer until your noses are almost touching and you can feel her warm breath on your lips. Your eyes search hers and you whisper "Cordelia?" She doesn't respond, gaze flicking from your eyes down to your lips when your tongue darts out to swipe over them before tugging the bottom between your teeth nervously. Her thumb that rest at your chin came up to probe at that lip, pulling it from your bite before letting it free, though the finger still rested there. Again you mumbled Cordelia's name, swallowing roughly when her eyes met yours once again, hers dark and pupils expanded. The older woman bit her lip now, only for a moment, before replying "What?"

Your breath caught in your throat for just a moment when her other hand fell to your waist, fingers coming to clutch at your hip bone, and you finally said "kiss me," and it was all Cordelia needed to hear before she crashed her lips against yours, pushing into them hard as you kissed back with equal fervor. The fingers previously gripping your chin slid so that they were cupping your face, thumb and index fingers against your cheek and the others resting on your neck lightly, still holding you close. Your lips moved in sync with hers, fitting against each other perfectly as you pressed forward, urging Cordelia's head back until it was resting against the back of her chair, allowing you to rest more comfortably in her lap. It didn't take long for you to remove your hand from the armrest and bring it to wrap around her neck, fingers tangling in her long hair. You let out a tiny whine at how soft it was, and you felt the woman's lips twitch up a bit.

Eventually the two of you had to pull away to breathe, chests rising and falling rapidly even as you laughed, breathless. You pressed your forehead against Cordelia's, and she smiled, eyes falling shut and dropping both arms to snake around your waist, sliding you a little further up her lap and pressed more flush to her body. You giggled her name when she blew a little huff of air at you, rubbing her nose against yours gently. Soon she pressed her lips back to yours again, though the kiss was much slower, lacking the heated desperation that your first contained, instead being more languid and loving. And when the two of you parted, she mumbled "I've been denying myself this for too long," making you chuckle quietly and nod, replying "So have I. I assumed you didn't like women, or at least not me."

Cordelia tsked, poking your waist and making you squeak and giggle as she said "Oh come on. You mean you haven't seen the way I melt around you? Unbelievable." You shrugged, untangling your hands from her blonde hair and instead smoothing it out a bit and twirling a few strands between your fingers, her own fiddling with your shirt. After a moment she said "I think seeing you in that outfit was the final straw, honestly." Your face heated when you remembered the event, biting your lip again. "Yeah. Uh, sorry about that again. I didn't plan on having...um, anyone see me in that really. I only wear that with Madison." Cordelia's fingers tightened around your waist then, and your breath hitched when her voice dropped an octave or two as she mumbled "You're not allowed to wear that around anyone else again. You are mine, and I plan to keep it that way."

You swallowed harshly at the word 'mine', and your heart sped up, pounding rapidly in your chest at the possessive tone the woman carried. You quickly responded "O-Okay. I won't," and she nodded, pleased at how willing you were to listen to her. It was a quality Cordelia always admired, loving how easy it was to get you to do things for her. She never used it to her advantage, of course, as she wasn't Fiona, but it was something she always kept in mind. With a hum, she finally said "Now that I think about it..." trailing off at the end as she smirked, and you grew nervous, not knowing what she was planning. Now, being the Supreme had it's perks, really. A lot of them. And Cordelia had seen her mother use a certain power, only once, as she usually preferred getting changed on her own. But Fiona was in a hurry one day, and Cordelia watched as the former Supreme changed her outfit instantly, with just a snap of her fingers. Now, Cordelia had never tried it on herself, let alone on someone else, she she didn't know if it would even work, but pushing the doubt aside, she raised one hand from your waist, pressed her thumb and middle finger together, and snapped.

A gasp was ripped from your throat when your outfit disappeared, and was replaced with that outfit, eyes going wide in surprise. You looked down in amazement, though also embarrassment. "How did you...?" Cordelia simply shrugged, still smirking as she also observed your new attire, pushing you off her lap gently as she stood, rising to her full height and forcing you to do the same, though her hands remained on your waist. Her fingers now connected to bare skin, your top exposing most of your stomach. You also smirked slightly when her eyes trained on your thighs and abs, fingers ghosting over them as she mumbled "When did you manage to get these?" You took pride in your appearance, and keeping in shape was important, but you just shrugged and said "Oh, that's nothing. I workout on the weekends." Cordelia rolled her eyes and smiled, looking back to your face for a moment as one of her hands slid from your waist and against your hip, moving until it was on your thigh, flitting across your skin in a feather light brush, making you shiver slightly, muscles tensing under her touch.

In a moment you found yourself spun around and pressed against her desk, your ass hitting the edge of the thing before you were lifted on top of it, and your legs were spread apart, allowing Cordelia to stand between them, and you instinctively wrapped them around her hips, hooking your ankles behind her. Your face flushed at the position, and it got worse when the older witch's fingers came to rest on your bare thighs, your skirt having hiked up when she moved you. Your hands shakily braced yourself on her desk behind you, doing your best not to knock any paperwork off of it and onto the floor. Cordelia leaned close to you again and you moved forward automatically, meeting her in the middle in another rough kiss, and you felt her tongue flicker against your bottom lip, and you parted them to allow her to push it into your mouth, coming to wrap around yours and engage in a fight for dominance, fingers tightening around your thighs and nails digging into your skin slightly.

The gentle sting made you groan quietly into the kiss, and Cordelia smirked, raking her nails across your flesh, making little red lines appear on the pale skin there. Again you whined, one hand shooting to her neck, resting at the back and pulling closer, forcing her to take a step forward until she was completely against you, hips resting against the edge of the desk and her chest pressed to yours. You soon felt her hands return to the apex of your thighs, sliding further inwards until they were dangerously close to your increasingly wet center. But before she could go any further, a knock was heard on her door, and the two of you sprang apart, breathing heavily even as she pulled away, helping you quickly off the desk as she said "Who is it?" Her voice was breathy and uneven, and you were sure whoever it was could tell as you could swear you heard a snicker sound from outside before a voice said "It's Queenie. Is y/n still in there, we need her help for something."

You bit your lip, looking to Cordelia quickly as she did to you. But the Supreme replied "Yes, she'll be right there. We're just finishing up." and Queenie acknowledged it with "Alright. We'll be in the greenhouse, y/n. Make sure you're appropriate." The words made you blush bright red, hiding your face in Cordelia's neck with a groan, and the blonde chuckled, patting your head lightly before you pulled back again. You then gestured to your outfit, saying "Uh, can I...have my clothes back? Please?" and Cordelia nodded, waving her hand and instantly your old clothes were back, and you straightened out your shirt, pulling your jeans up your hips just a bit higher. You then fiddled with your hands a bit, unsure of what to say, but Cordelia separated them carefully, and placed a soft kiss on your lips before mumbling "Go on. I'll see you later, and then we can continue this" against them. You hummed, pretending that the woman's words didn't make the ever increasing heat in your stomach flare even more, and pulled away after a moment, taking a few steps toward the door.

When you reached it, you pulled it open, turning back to find Cordelia already sat in her chair again, still watching you with a small smile on her face, which you returned. And with one last wave and "See you later, Delia," you walked out, pulling the door closed again, but much softer this time. The entire walk to the greenhouse you had a huge grin on your face that refused to leave, even after you walked in and saw the rest of the girls, only dimming slightly.

Zoe and Queenie shared a look and snickered again and Madison rolled her eyes, a cigarette in her fingers as she said "So what's Cordy like in bed?" "Madison!"

#cordelia goode #cordelia goode x reader #ahs #american horror story #american horror story: coven #ahs coven #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #fanfiction #romance #x reader #fem!reader #make it dip

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Considering your headcannon about Andrew kinda being a victim blamer to a certain degree, do u think it ever causes conflict with neil? (Or others) I think it's an interesting hc and it feels surprisingly fitting but I can't decide whether I think Andrew would voice these opinions or not... He is very straightforward and blunt but idk if he would just recognise that its likely to cause an argument and 'it wont change the past anyway so what's the point?' kinda thing.

(Just wanna clarify that I like Andrew btw lol, I just also think he has flaws and this is one of them, so Andrew stans don't attack me)

Short answer: yes, he brings it up sometimes. 

Long answer where I show examples:

I don’t think he ever blames victims more than perpetrators for anyone except himself. I also don’t think Andrew thinks of it as “blame” but more like actions that were taken and actions that weren’t. If Andrew was too drunk to fight back in a shitty bar he would think “I will not allow myself to ever be drunk enough where I can't fight some asshole back, not ever again” and moves on. Andrew hardly even ever allows himself to relax his shoulders even, and when he wakes up, he wakes up swinging. His mind is very ‘fight’ centric, it’s how he was socialized and raised. I think it changes depending on circumstances as well.

(I will continue to use the word blame for clarity’s sake however) 

Sober Andrew is a lot less talkative than manic Andrew, and manic Andrew definitely said insensitive and unwelcome opinions just to see reactions. Manic Andrew also lets his opinion be known to see if anyone is listening or cares as well, and sober Andrew does so as well, but in a more mousetrap way, waiting to see how the other person will react for a reason and to be read, rather than manic Andrews ‘just because I need some entertainment’ reasons.

Overall I think Andrew wouldn’t really voice these opinions and people definitely don't care to hear them, but they can sense Andrews overall apathy and don't appreciate that either. 

I think Andrew would bring up his opinion scarcely, but it would come out sometimes, and it’s definitely not appreciated. Andrew thinks “if only I was stronger” about himself, and that's what he plans to do, get stronger. So thanksgiving hit him hard because not only was he re-traumatized in more ways than one, he has lost his belief that he is stronger than before and that's all he needs. He got buff, joined exy, carried knives and made sure no one wanted to be closer than a few feet to him, and when they touched him he made sure they learned he did not like to be touched– at all. I believe he still holds onto his “if only I was stronger” mentality still even after Thanksgiving, he re-establishes the foxes fear of him by punching and though violence, its what he knows. Andrew’s least favorite reaction is pity (and so is Neil’s).

Andrew isn’t the type to roll his eyes at anyone but maybe Neil and a few others, he’s very selective with who he lets see his more visible expressions, but overall he doesn’t have the energy in him to emote when he disagrees or what he thinks. He knows it won’t change the past, so he usually doesn’t bring his thoughts into it, but sometimes when he’s annoyed or angry or in an argument he will, and it definitely changes the argument from an argument to more of a fight. 

I think it comes up most often with Neil since Andrew is comfortable enough to share his opinion with him and let it be known, and it’s not always appreciated. Kevin has definitely heard some of this even in canon from Andrew too. Andrew sees things very black and white, so when Kevin says “I can’t” because he's scared, Andrew says “you can, and you will”. Andrew looks at Aaron and sees an almost weaker version of himself who never learned how to hit his mom back. Andrew doesn’t understand those who don't hit back, not after Cass. He believes if someone isn’t hitting back, there should be a reason, and not a sentimental one, otherwise its weakness. And he sees this because its what he thinks of himself, and how he was willing what he was going through for Cass. He thinks his past self should have known better and been stronger, but it's too late now so whatever who cares– or that's what he tells himself. Andrew doesn’t blame Neil’s mom for hitting him necessarily, but he does think “and you didn’t stop her.” and the silent “and you didn’t stop loving her” is there too, and its something that him and Neil do fight on. Andrew also frames things in the “Neil will get himself killed,” way that most people jokingly say, but Andrew means more “undeniably Neil provoked someone, and it’s partially his fault.” 

I think Andrew doesn't think it's Nicky’s ‘fault’ for getting hate-crimed behind Edens, but he does think Nicky was not paying attention and didn’t read the room like usual, and possibly could have avoided it, but what's done is done, and it never comes up. And Andrew is overall anti-family and how they can have power over you, so he definitely blames Nicky for letting his feelings get hurt and heart get crushed by the same parents who sent him to conversion therapy. He thinks “you should know better/what did you expect” and voices this in book 2 to Neil about the Thanksgiving dinner invitation. 

With Aaron, I can see it coming up. When him and Aaron fight, it usually turns into Andrew shutting down and shutting him out and Aaron growing angrier now that he’s seen Andrew shut down, and he can't break through with his anger, and will then push hard before retreating himself and then pushing away back. And yes, the fight is about his mother, in a very similar way to Neil. (Neil hates this, because he sees it as different, his mothers circumstances different, but Andrew does not.)

I think if Allison were to be crying about being mugged and see Andrew’s blank face over Renee’s comforting shoulder, she would just spit out a “fuck you,” and he would shrug, knowing he has no comfort to offer her. Being mugged to most people can be very traumatizing and scary, Andrew grew up in foster home after foster home in Oakland, if he were to mug someone he would look for an Allison, someone who dresses well and likely has a lot of cash on them, multiple credit cards, you could get pretty far before they're all canceled. Andrew learned as a kid how to dress and look, so people don't mug you and if they try they don’t get anything, it's a pretty common city skill. Andrew also blames Allison for hitting Aaron as the reason why he choked her against the asphalt. “She knew what would happen.” He doesn’t think he didn’t not do those actions, but he thinks: cause → reaction.

Andrew thinks, ‘yes I took Matt to Edens, but he was the one who said yes to the drugs, his sobriety was just as weak as I proved it to be.’ Interestingly, Matt actually agrees with Andrew, thinking his methods were harsh but effective.

Besides Matt, Renee is the only one who doesn’t fight him on his opinions, I’m sure she sometimes agrees (or part of her does) and other times she politely disagrees and doesn’t let it rile her. He talks to her more though, and gets to hear his opinions about said things much more often than the other foxes, especially with how he likes to debate her and bait her good christian persona with his own personality, especially because Renee is ‘just like him’ deep down.

He doesn't blame Seth for dying, that he knows is partially Neil’s responsibility but overall Riko who actually did the deed (or hired people to).

As for Dan, I can’t think of any examples rn, kinda a lame note to end on, but this is how it ends.

#aftg #andrew minyard #all for the game #aftg meta #victim blaming #ask #the foxes #mailob

[holdmyhopeinyourhands]

Hey soo apparently Dan Ticktum has been controversial since he started motorsport. He faced a 2-year ban from racing after an incident in the 2015 MSA Formula Championship where he overtook cars under the safety car and then crashed onto his rival.

In F2 he threatened to crash into another driver. And about Nicky he essentially said 'Latifi paid to get there.' and shitalked a fan on twitch who pointed out that Latifi is more successful than him.

I don't really know much about reserve drivers but with him, good riddance. For any of your followers who wanted to know!

Gonna do these two together because yikes. I just heard (five seconds ago) that he was the driver who got a 2 year ban and I'm honestly kinda stunned. I only knew bits and pieces about his story and mostly didn't even know it was all the same driver. But I also heard he matured and became a better driver and person? And a couple of my mutuals stan him so I elected to believe them but this is all kinda.... smh.

I get that he was probably disheartened that williams let him go and angry that skills alone sometimes don't get you into f1 but dude, do like Callum and show some class. Rage in privacy if you want (it's ok to be upset) but there is no need to slander the man who not only is a good person but is helping the damn team you were eventually going to race for. All in all disappointing.

#anti danticktum #f1 #f2 #f1 ask #f1 news #smh

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♡ the march mix ♡

SUPA ✭’s :

✭ Deserve It / Shenseea

When she first dropped the album, I knew this one was going to make my top ✭ ✭ ✭ ✭ ✭ . The chorus is incredibly catchy, and she wrote a great bridge !!! (y’all know those are hard to come by these days). This is a fresh, playful track perfect for the summer, whether you have a boo to sing about, or not. It’s my favorite from this project, and not even her best ! I’m so glad she’s finally getting the love she deserves :)

✭ ✭ riddle / midwxst

I had these lyrics memorized by the third listen. THATS how much I adore this song. My new favorite genre is sad boy hyper-rap 😍. The best part of this process is discovering new voices, and midwxst did not disappoint. The lyrics are relatable enough to scream along in the car, the beat makes you want to dance even against your will, and the bass sounds amazing when you’re trying to drown out your tears. Also, great replay value.

✭ ✭ ✭ Feels Like / Lucky Daye

You have no idea how hard it was for me to not put half of this album on the mix 🤧 Lucky MF Daye supplied us with hit after hit on tracks 1 thru 7 (idk why it fell off after that the way it did but that’s beside my point) As far as why this song made it not only on the mix but the top ✭ ✭ ✭ ✭ ✭ as well is because there’s something about it that scratches an itch i never knew I had. Its almost timeless, I feel like i’ll be able to play this a few years from now and still fawn at his falsetto. His voice is like butter and the song itself is like a beautiful slice of freshly baked sourdough bread. I found myself singing it all week at work. And he showed us a bit of range, which i’m always appreciative of . 10/10 for sure !

✭ ✭ ✭ ✭ Blick Blick / Coi Leray x Nicki Minaj

There really isn’t much to be said bc it’s NICKI FUCKING MINAJ. I honestly was not expecting to like the song as much as I do, but i love it, and so does my notes app (I was in need of some more IG caption ideas). Coi absolutely chewed the bitch up and spit it out, and I know y’all checked the writing credits !! Her pen was pushed ! The bars are showing out, the beat goes crazy, and you can’t help but make that shit clap by the time you hit the first chorus. This is such a well done collab that shows Coi is more than a meme ! Seriously y’all leave the girl alone. Here’s to hoping that her future projects carry the same type of heat and hunger. She might make a stan out of me one day (or maybe not idk shit but lil booties gotta stick together out here.. Right??!)

⭐️ Bad News / Buddy

This whole album was unskippable perfection. This album is the reason this playlist took so long to wrap up. I can honestly say it’s not the best song on the album (the man has a T-Pain feature, hello!?!!?), but the one I adore the most. I’ve loved everything Buddy has done, even as OverDoz, but I was definitely surprised by how seamless this project sounds. There isn’t a second you aren’t aware that you’re listening to a West Coast artist, especially when he can perfectly string together a story over a beachy pop beat. This is the only song I want playing while i’m riding down PCH in a candy red drop top (is that too specific? Do y’all even know what PCH is? Anyway) Nothing but head banging, steering wheel slapping, Malibu surfer dude realness. The vibe is truly impeccable. It’s like an audible high speed early 90’s car chase. Fun, fresh, but still some real ghetto LA shit. Buddy is, once again, ahead of the curve and I don’t even think his peers are on the same track.

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this is a super special #mixodamumf from theonlypiscesthatmatters 🥰

seeing as march is the best month, it only makes sense it got the best drops . it was almost annoyingly too hard to choose my top ✭ ✭ ✭ ✭ ✭ but i think i did okay <3

shuffle friendly as always :) xoxo, jo ! 🧚🏾‍♀️🪐💓

#Spotify #jo! #3230312 #apple music #music #playlist #mixodamumf #playlist curator