Imagines || shows and movies characters x reader

Girls can love too || Nicki Minaj [Barbie]

The bang against the wall hit like a gunshot in the dead of night, ripping Y/n from the hazy edges of sleep. Her eyes snapped open, heart thudding as she lay still, straining to make sense of it. Then it came again—another dull thud, followed by a chorus of moans that sliced through the silence like a jagged blade. Loud, shameless, and unmistakably carnal. She groaned, burying her face in the pillow for a moment before the realization clicked into place: Stereotypical Barbie and Ken were at it again.  

Nicki Minaj had spilled the tea about them weeks ago, smirking as she'd warned Y/n about their "extracurricular activities." The evidence had been impossible to ignore after Y/n spotted the crusty, semen-stained sheets spilling out of Barbie's laundry bag one morning. Disgusting. And now here they were, going at it like rabbits at nine in the evening—prime time for anyone with a shred of decency to be winding down, not revving up.  

The guest room walls were paper-thin, amplifying every grunt and gasp. Y/n couldn't take it. She flung the covers off, grabbed her jacket, and slipped out into the night in Barbie Land, desperate for an escape. The cool air hit her face as she stepped outside, a welcome slap after the stuffy heat of the house. She wandered a few blocks away, settling onto a low stone wall where the distant hum of the city—car horns, laughter, the occasional shout—drowned out the memory of Barbie's porn soundtrack. Barbie Land at night had a pulse of its own, alive and electric, and Y/n let it wash over her.

She was tracing patterns in the gravel with her shoe when a familiar figure caught her eye: Nicki Minaj, strutting toward the house like she owned the damn street. Her presence was magnetic—tight leather pants, a cropped jacket that showed off her curves, and that signature swagger that made heads turn. Y/n's stomach did a little flip, though she couldn't quite place why.  

"Hey, Nicki!" Y/n called, waving a hand to catch her attention.  

Nicki's head swiveled, and a grin broke across her face as she sauntered over. "Yo, what the fuck you doing out here, girl? Thought you'd be crashed out by now." She plopped down beside Y/n, close enough that their thighs brushed, sending a jolt through Y/n's nerves.  

"Just needed some air," Y/n said, keeping her tone casual. "You here for Barbie?"  

"Yeah, she's got my penicillin stash. Was gonna grab it real quick." Nicki's eyes narrowed, catching the faint grimace on Y/n's face. "What's up with you?"  

Y/n smirked, leaning back on her hands. "You might wanna hold off. Barbie and Ken are... occupied."  

Nicki let out a loud, throaty laugh, slapping her knee. "Oh, hell no. Again? Those two need a damn hobby." She rolled her eyes, then fixed Y/n with a playful look. "You wanna get outta here? Take a walk by the beach at night or something?"  

Y/n tilted her head, considering it. The idea of wandering with Nicki felt... tempting. Dangerous, maybe. "Yeah, maybe."  

They set off at an easy pace, the city unfolding around them in a blur of golden lights and cobblestone streets. The beach loomed ahead, its iron lattice glowing against the inky sky, and Y/n stole glances at Nicki as they walked. She was all sharp edges and confidence, but there was a warmth there too—something real beneath the bravado. Y/n's mind churned. Did she like Nicki? Like, like her? She'd never really thought about girls that way before, but Nicki had a way of making her question everything.  

They reached a bench near the beach settling in as the cool metal pressed against Y/n's back. Up close, the light caught Nicki's face—high cheekbones, full lips, eyes that sparkled with mischief. Y/n's throat went dry. She had to know something, anything, to anchor the swirling mess in her head.  

"Nicki," she started, voice quieter than she meant it to be, "do you have a boyfriend?"  

Nicki turned, one eyebrow arching in surprise. "Nah, no boyfriend. Why you asking?"  

Y/n's cheeks heated, and she looked away, fumbling for an excuse. "Just... curious. Nothing."  

Nicki didn't push, just let the silence settle between them. Then she shifted gears. "Did Barbie tell you about the fight she had today?"  

"No, what went down?"  

Nicki grinned, leaning in like she was sharing a secret. "Her dumbass ex showed up talking smack. I clocked him right in the jaw. Laid him out flat."  

Y/n burst out laughing, the image of Nicki swinging on some guy too perfect to resist. "You're wild bitch."  

"Gotta be bitch," Nicki shot back, her grin softening into something more intimate. Their laughter faded, and Y/n realized how close they'd gotten—shoulders touching, knees brushing, the space between them shrinking. Nicki's gaze flicked to Y/n's lips, and the air turned thick, charged with something unspoken.  

Y/n's pulse raced. She'd never kissed a girl before, never even considered it seriously, but Nicki was different—fierce, unapologetic, and so damn alive. Maybe 'bi' wasn't just a label; maybe it was her. The thought flickered and died as Nicki leaned in, closing the gap.  

Their lips met, and it was like a match striking flame. Nicki's mouth was warm, insistent, tasting faintly of cherry gloss and something darker, spicier. Y/n's hands found Nicki's waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, tongues sliding together in a slow, hungry dance. Heat pooled low in Y/n's belly, her breath hitching when Nicki's fingers grazed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. It was messy, electric, and over too soon.  

Nicki pulled back, smirking at the dazed look in Y/n's eyes. "You good?"  

Y/n nodded, still catching her breath. "Yeah. Really fucking good."  

"Wanna come back to my place?" Nicki asked, her voice low and teasing. "No moaning neighbors, I promise."  

Y/n didn't need to think twice. "I do."  

They stood, hands linking naturally as they walked away from the tower. The night stretched out ahead, full of promise. At Nicki's apartment, the door barely clicked shut before they were on each other again—kissing, touching, stumbling toward the bedroom in a tangle of limbs and laughter. Clothes hit the floor in a haphazard trail, and the hours blurred into a haze of skin on skin, whispered words, and gasps that had nothing to do with Barbie or Ken.  

It wasn't just the best night of Y/n's life—it was the start of something she hadn't seen coming. And she didn't want it to end.