#she ate beyoncé up as usual

[edens-pen]

𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗻 (𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲?) | 𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸!𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

summary | part of being eddie’s best friend means knowing what’s best for him, even when he doesn’t. his new girlfriend? definitely not what best for him, in fact, it’d be your pleasure to get rid of her.

pairing | eddie munson x black!fem!reader (twists, brown skin + morally grey)

wc | 5,045

warnings | 18 + ! cheating (not on reader!), oral (f!receiving), fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, eddie cums twice (that felt important), creampie, cum eating + swapping, eddie has a big dick, squirting, eddie gets a bit mean, and reader is a little bitchy bold and a little dark.

a/n | no beta, so please excuse any spelling errors, let me know if i missed anything and yes the title is from alien superstar, beyoncé ate with the album!!

[ 18 + | minors, blank, ageless blogs, do not interact! ] 

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You didn’t want to. Truly, hand over heart, you didn’t. You wanted to do things properly, after all, you’re a good girl. A good patient, girl. You know how to wait. 

But you’ve been waiting too long, and you were getting hungry. 

You’re ready to eat.

Eddie's been your best friend for years and you've given him time. You've let him sleep around and have his fun with whatever girls catch his interest for a few weeks, or even a few months. It always ends abruptly, once they realize you're not going anywhere. Once they realize that Eddie will always be at your beck and call because you've trained him that well.

He's your greatest prize and nothing could come between what you had created between you two.

Now of course you’re one to give credit where it’s due, she’s smart. You were always taught to never underestimate an opponent, and at the beginning, you’ll admit, you did underrate her, just a bit.

Eddie’s new girlfriend, that is. 

She inserts herself very slowly, where she doesn’t fucking belong.

She starts small of course, she sits on his lap during lunch. That’s fine, she’s his girlfriend, she can sit there. But you always sit next to Eddie, on his right side, where you belong.

One day, when you get to the cafeteria, she’s sitting in your seat. She’s messing with his hair, when you walk up. Her eyes flicker up to yours for a moment, and you don’t miss the smirk on her face when she feigns innocence.

“Sorry, I know you usually sit here, but I needed to give Eddie’s leg a break today!” She giggles at the end of her sentence and for some reason, it makes you vicious, and cruel insult bubbles up on your tongue. But you don’t bite, you just smile and nod in understanding, taking a seat next to her.

You let lunch pass without much fanfare, and as more lunches come and go, she takes your seat next to Eddie. Somehow, that’s even worse than her sitting on his lap. And she knows that.

When she’s secured that spot, she’s coming to the DND meetings. Though she previously shrugged them off for homework, or hanging out with other friends, now she’s coming. 

Originally, you don’t know why. She doesn’t play and neither do you. You normally sit off to the side, occasionally providing commentary and quips. Eddie’s attention isn’t on you during the campaign, he’s completely immersed in being the dungeon master. His full focus is on the game. So, she has nothing to gain from coming to the meetings.

You don’t get it until she’s batting her eyelashes after the meeting, telling Eddie to drop you off at home first, so they can have some alone time together. When Eddie hesitates, she leans up on her toes, speaking into his ear about how her parents are gone until next week, and she’s got the house to herself. What Eddie doesn’t see is her eyes flicking over to you, the quirk in her brow, asking you to challenge her.

Once again, you don’t bite.

Eddie’s a weak man, because of course he is. So he promises to hang out with you some other time, then he speeds off, leaving you on the front step of your house.

She works like that for weeks. Subtly, she works to remove you piece by piece from Eddie’s view. Your texts go unanswered, your calls are screened, your plans are canceled or abandoned entirely. 

With each new part she takes, she gives you that saccharine smile, letting you know exactly what she’s doing.

It all comes to a head when she approaches your locker after school. You would be walking home that afternoon, thanks to her of course. She leans against the locker next to yours, watching you stuff your books inside.

“Hey hun, I know Eddie’s birthday is coming up, and we’re kind of planning on having a party for him, y’know and we all graduate in a few months, all the more reason to celebrate right?”

You nod in agreement, listening to her smack her gum. “What I wanted to talk to you about is a bit more important though,” She slams your locker shut, nearly catching your fingers in the metal. “I know you’re supposedly Eddie’s best friend or something like that, but I think we both know that’s over. I see the way you look at him and I don’t like it.”

Instead of speaking you listen to her ramble on about her place in Eddie’s life, how you need to move on, and find somebody else to love you. She talks about how Corroded Coffin is on the come up and he’s her ticket out of this shit town, so you need to back up. She tells you that you need to extract yourself from Eddie’s life. At the end, she rolls her glossed lips and smiles widely.

“Be nice when you tell him though, I don’t wanna make this hurt for you,” She winks at you when she sees Eddie down the hall. “Thanks, hun!” She walks off, chasing after her boyfriend.

You don’t answer at all, instead you sigh and roll your eyes. You don’t waste your time responding to her threat, you already know what you’re going to do.

The plan is only just stewing when Dustin and Mike rush up to you minutes later. The conversation is stilted until you ask them what they really want.

“We want her gone,” Mike says finally, peering at you with frustrated eyes. “Eddie’s girlfriend,” He clarifies.

“She’s ruining the game and our lunches, she’s always talking about his band, and dragging him away during lunch,” Dustin explains, gesturing. “She even had him cancel a meeting last week and this week for that party. Eddie hates parties.”

You nod slowly, but shrug your shoulders. “So you want me to…?” You trail off, letting their expectations fill the void.

Dustin looks at Mike who shrugs, “I don’t know! Do something!”

Walking out of the school with the two boys on your tail, you shake your head. “I’m not Eddie’s mom, I can’t make him do anything,” You feign helplessness while they argue back.

“Yes, you can!” Dustin huffs.

“Make her leave or make him break up with her,” Mike supplies. “Anything to get rid of her.”

Their desperation hits you and finally you smile. You stop walking and nod shyly. “Okay, I’ll figure it out. I promise.”

You know what you’re doing is for the good of everybody.

–

But you’re smart, you know better than to fight fire with fire.

So you pull back at her request. You take a seat further from Eddie during lunch, you don’t come to DND meetings, or ask Eddie to hang out with you anymore.

You pull back quickly, extracting your presence from the group. You know it’s working when Mike texts, telling you Eddie is asking for you, wondering where you’ve been. You text him back telling him not to answer Eddie, letting Mike know that you’ll see them all at Eddie’s party tonight.

And you will. You've taken some time to sharpen your teeth, tonight you will bite, and you promise to enjoy it.

That evening when you get home, you take a nice, hot shower. You don’t spend too much time on your makeup, pulling your twists back from your face. It’s not going to be worth it in a few hours anyways.

You run your fingers over each dress in your closet until you settle on the baby pink one. The silk settles nicely on your body, the hem sitting a little too high on your thigh. Sliding into your platform heels, you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror.

You almost felt bad about what you were going to do. But you looked so fucking good doing it, you couldn’t be too upset.

When you made your way to Eddie’s girlfriend’s house, you weren’t surprised to see the house filled with people you’ve never seen before. People who definitely weren’t Eddie’s friends. This party wasn’t for him, it was for her. She was showing everyone that she’s Eddie’s girlfriend, like she owned him.

Poor thing.

You text Dustin, letting him know you were at the front door. He rushes to your side, flanked by Mike. They do not comment on your appearance, but you urge them to separate Eddie from his girlfriend so you can talk to him. They walk away with a smile, and you feed off their excited energy.

It only takes a few minutes for Eddie to make his way over to you and he does not hide his reaction to seeing you.

“Fuck,” He smiles, running his tongue over his teeth. “You look good.”

You pretend to lean into him to speak, but sadly pull back when you realize he can’t hear you over the music. “Can we go somewhere to talk? In private?” You settle a light hand on his arm and he nods, guiding you up the stairs.

He tries a few doors before going into a large bedroom and shutting the door behind you both. You note the style of the room and take a guess as to who it belongs to.

“Hey,” Eddie calls softly, gaining your attention. You turn to face him, a soft expression on your face as you take a seat on the plush comforter. You stretch your legs out, the dim light of the room resting softly on your brown skin. “Where’ve you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in years.”

You laugh lightly, looking off to the side, “It’s only been days, Eddie.”

He shakes his head, disagreeing with you. “No, it’s been weeks. You haven’t been coming to lunch, you don’t even sit next to me in Physics anymore.” He stands in front of you, looking down at you. “Did I do something?” The soft tone of his voice has big fat tears pooling in your eyes. When you look back at him, his mouth drops open and he cups your cheeks. “No, what’d I do?”

“I guess,” You whine. “With your new girlfriend and everything, I just feel like you don’t have a lot of time for me anymore.” 

You know he wants to argue against that, but a tear slides down your cheek and Eddie Munson has always been a sucker for your tears. “Damn, I didn’t know, I’m so sorry. I know I’ve been distracted lately, but I’ve missed you.”

Sniffling, you shrug, “It’s okay.” You give him a watery smile. “I figured this would happen. Eventually, there would come a time where I’m not your best girl anymore.”

“No, no, no,” He takes a seat next to you, swiping at the tears rolling down your brown cheeks. “You’re still my girl, still my best girl.”

You lean into his touch, closing your eyes. “You promise?”

“Of course,” Eddie swears. “You’re always going to be my girl.”

Sliding closer to him, you wrap your arms around his neck. Eddie buries face in your neck and you feel him take a slow inhale of your perfume, it was the vanilla and ginger scent he loved. Pulling back slightly, you pout. 

“Kiss?”

He nods, giving your cheek a kiss and then turning to kiss the other one. “Still my girl?” He whispers.

Your body is much closer to his now, your arms are still around him and he’s holding your waist, rubbing you lightly over your dress. “Still your girl,” You mumble, your breath puffing against his cheek. Leaning over, you slide your hands under his jaw, running your nails along his neck. He closes his eyes at the feel of your acrylics against his skin. “Are you still mine, Eddie?”

He nods slowly and you glide your thumb against his bottom lip. “Your lipgloss?” He asks.

You’re Eddie’s best friend, you know him like the back of your hand. You know everything that makes him weak, everything that fogs that pretty little metalhead.

“Strawberry Lipsmacker, Eds,” You answer, giving him a small smile. “Wanna taste?”

He swallows hard, eyes still closed. “I shouldn’t.”

“C’mon, Eddie,” You urge him, still running your nails on the spot just under his jaw. “Just a little taste.”

Eddie leans forward before he answers, lips already brushing against yours. “Please.”

His lips are over yours in a second, kissing and licking, sucking at your tongue, tasting as much of your gloss as possible. “Your dress is so pretty,” He breathes between kisses, sliding a hand up to the back of your neck, pushing you as close as possible. 

Tilting your head up, you give him access to the sensitive skin on your neck. “Think so?” You giggle coyly, carding your fingers through his hair. “I got it to match my panties.”

He groans against your neck, his tongue licking along your shoulder. “Baby, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Not kidding, Eddie!” You whine, breathless at the way he’s still working on your neck. “Can I show you?”

Eddie pulls back, eyes blown wide, “Yeah, of course, yeah.” You stand to your feet, towering over him with your heels on. He reaches up to the zipper, pulling it down slowly, watching as the dress drops to the floor, pooling around your feet. 

You turn around to face him, kicking the dress to the side. Eddie takes in the sight of your soft pink panties and your lack of bra. Standing between his legs, you set your hands on his shoulders. “Is it pretty, Eddie?”

He groans as you lower yourself on his lap, pushing him back against the bed. Your lips descend on his neck, kissing and licking every inch of available space. “Eddie?” He’s hard against your lap, and you grind down while he moans out loud. 

“So pretty, princess. I promise, so fucking pretty.”

You pull up to look into his eyes, “Show me how pretty?” You pose it as a question, but you know Eddie won’t be able to help himself. He can’t help himself when it comes to pretty things.

So you’re not surprised when Eddie rolls you over, laving his tongue over your neck and taking a nipple into his mouth. He tweaks your other nipple with his hand as he sucks, and then switches. He gets both slick with spit before tugging on them slightly. When he twists a little too hard, you moan his name, wetness gathering in your panties.

“Princess,” Eddie chuckles. “You like it a little rough?” Nodding, you roll your hips up to meet the bulge in his pants. “You have no idea how perfect that is.”

Then he’s sliding down your body, leaving wet kisses and dipping his tongue in your navel along the way. Stopping just over your panties, he toys with the hem, “Can I?”

“I’m yours, Eddie. You can do anything you want.”

He nods slowly, settling himself between your legs. You watch as he presses his face against your panties, taking a deep inhale before licking you over them. He plays with your clit through your panties, rubbing in light circles with his thumb.

It’s filthy and sweet at the same time. 

Eddie makes the choice to mouth against your panties, not giving you enough of what you need. He covers them in his spit and then pulls them up, not down, against your cunt.

Whining breathlessly, you grab his hair. “Don’t–”

“Thought you said I could do anything I wanted?” He laughs and you hear Eddie getting mean, and it’s exactly what you wanted. “You’re mine so take it.”

He pulls them harder against your cunt, rubbing your clit raw with the fabric splitting your pussy lips. He’s relentless as he tugs them, watching as you whine and cry in front of him.

Just like before, Eddie’s a sucker for your tears. “You’re so pretty when you cry, princess.”

Yanking your panties off, you note that he doesn’t remove your heels, even when your panties get caught on them. Instead, he makes himself comfortable between your legs, watching your pussy. He leans in immediately, swiping his tongue through the mess. You card your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer to your cunt and he gets the hint. Spreading you open, Eddie sucks your clit into his mouth while his fingers tease at your slit, not going in just yet.

He leans up only to spit down at your cunt, groaning as your hole clenches around nothing. “Don’t know why I did that, you’re already so fucking sloppy.”

“Eddie, fuck, please!” You squeal, already breathless

Slipping his middle finger in, Eddie wastes no time curling it up, listening to you moan and plead his name. He doesn’t wait too long to add another right next to the first and returns his mouth to your clit. He’s licking and slurping at the wet mess that’s gathered in front of him, and you’re crying above him.

In between each nip at your clit, or bite on your thigh, Eddie’s asking you how much you love this. He’s telling you how long he’s wanted this, admonishing you for not letting your best friend get a taste of this hot little pussy, making him sleep with other girls who don't taste half as good as you.

Before you can respond, a series of wet smacks lands against your clit and you’re arching your back away from the impact. But Eddie’s hand is curled around thigh, and there’s no way for you to escape.

“Wanna feel you cum on my face, princess,” Eddie’s almost begging against your cunt, sliding his tongue in with fingers,

You don’t have the strength to deny him. Not when he’s staring at you, hungry and desperate to taste more of you.

So you're digging your heels into his back and he lets out pleasured groan at the pain you're inflicting.

Throwing your head back, you whine his name as the tension in your belly releases the hot tension built up inside you.

“Holy fuck, Eddie,” You cry, gripping his hair even harder. “God! I’m close, I’m gonna–I’m cumming–”

And Eddie doesn’t let up when he feels you coming. He doesn’t change pace or remove his fingers, he keeps curling them right against that spot that has you gushing around his tongue. In fact, you have to yank at his hair to get a break from the sensitivity.

When looks at you, his chin is covered in your release and he’s grinning at you. 

“You sound so hot when you cry my name,” Eddie laughs as he leans down to kiss your lips. Tasting yourself on his tongue has your head a little fuzzy, but you gather yourself enough to tug his shirt off. Between kisses, you’re unbuckling his belt and throwing his jeans on the floor. When Eddie finally pulls his boxers off, you swallow harshly.

You weren’t expecting him to be so big, and you tell him as much.

“Fuck, Eddie, you’re huge,” Your voice is shocked and excited and Eddie doesn’t get a chance to respond before you’re swiping your fingers through the mess between your legs and then gripping his cock in a tight fist.

He leans over as his eyes roll back, thrusting into your hand. “Princess, this feels so good. Didn’t know your hands would feel so–fuck–soft.”

You smile as you kiss him. Reaching down a little more, you run your nails over his balls lightly and Eddie shivers above you.

“Hah, princess, gotta fuck you now,” Eddie groans against your lips, but you don’t let up. “P-please, or I’ll cum all over you. Don’t want this to b-be over yet.”

Looking up at him, you grin, “If you think you’re cumming once, you’re mistaken.”

You guide his tip down, pressing the fat mushroom tip of his cock against your wet hole. Eddie swears he tries to be patient, but you keep whining and grinding your hips, trying to make him bottom out.

What choice does he have?

So he thrusts all the way in, making sure his waist is pressed against yours. The near scream you let out when his tip kisses your cervix almost makes him cum right then. But he doesn’t want to yet, he needs to fuck you for a bit first.

Eddie doesn’t wait for you to be okay, he pulls nearly completely out, then shoves himself back in. The way you’re gripping him, clenching around his cock–it’s like nothing he’s ever felt before.

Your cunt is slick and tight around him, like you’re trying to milk him already. He builds a steady rhythm, loving the way you moan when he hits your cervix. Your nails are already scratching up his back, leaving red, long marks in their wake.

“Fucking tight little pussy, princess. You ever been fucked before?” He tries to laugh, but your eyes are shining with those tears again and his stomach tightens. The tears are rolling down your cheeks and instead of wiping them away this time, he’s leaning down to lick them up.

You sniffle, “N-never had anyone this big.”

The groan he lets out is loud, and he’s dropping his head to kiss you properly, sucking on your bottom lip. He hoists your leg over his shoulder, kissing under your knee as your heel digs into his shoulder blade. Hissing at the pain and the new position allowing to fuck you deeper, Eddie whispers, “Not gonna last long.”

Your walls keep tightening around him, the combination of his pre, his spit, and your cum has the mess between your legs getting even louder. The sound is fucking filthy and he hears it louder than the heartbeat in his ears.

“Told you,” You pant, reaching down to fondle his balls again. “I’m giving you more than one, Daddy.”

Everything hits him all at once. The sensation of you squeezing his sac, the sound of that nickname rolling off your tongue, and your cunt milking him for all he’s worth. It would bring the strongest man to their knees. It would have the fucking president spilling nuclear codes and CIA agents giving up their cover. 

Yeah, your pussy is fucking lethal.

Eddie doesn’t have the sense to pull out. Hell, Eddie wouldn’t have been able to spell his fucking name if you asked him to. All he knows is that your cunt is begging for his cum, and he can’t deny you. So he’s almost screaming your name while he’s spilling inside you, giving you all he has and thrusting until it’s too much for him to take.

When he finally slows down, his cum is beading up at your entrance.

“Daddy fucked his princess so fucking full, huh?” The sight of his cum spilling out of you is too much for him to handle and his dick is still twitching weakly inside you. “You’re a fucking mess down here, princes.”

You can’t even formulate a response before Eddie’s pulling out and yanking your hips up, sealing his mouth over your slit. He’s not even cleaning you up, he’s just drinking his cum out of your cunt. He’s swirling the mess around your pussy, playing in the spill with his fingers.

“That’s so g-gross,” You say as your pussy clenches, and Eddie only grins when he feels it. He doesn’t respond and he knows he doesn’t have to. He gives your cunt a final harsh suck and releases your hips. Gripping your jaw, Eddie forces your mouth and spits a glob of your combined mess on your tongue.

You promise you see God when he teases his cock against your clit, slapping the head against the button. He’s getting hard again, but in the meantime, he’s speaking filth into your ear.

“Gross? You mean you don’t like when Daddy feeds you your mess? You begged me so hard for it, princess. Your pussy was begging for it too, tight little hole kept crying for me. I had to give her something,” Eddie’s chuckling darkly, watching as your eyes roll back. “Doesn’t seem like it was enough though, feels like she needs some more, what do you think?”

“Fucking hell,” He hasn’t let up on your clit and you can’t focus on what he’s saying. All you know is the stimulation alone is getting you close and you’ve never felt like this before. “I’m gonna c-cum.” You cough out the last part because your breath has been stolen from you. Eddie’s hand is around your neck and he’s urging you to finish.

“Give me another one, and then we can have one together.”

The promise of a third orgasm has you nodding your head as your vision whites out. Your head is fuzzy and you’re floating in a weightless space as you cum this time. Eddie releases your neck and you let out a high whine as your orgasm hits you in waves, rolling and rolling until you’re drowned entirely.

While your pussy is still clenching, Eddie bullies his cock back inside, taking advantage of your wetness. It’s an easy slide that has both of you moaning.

Both of you are too sensitive to make this last long, but Eddie could not stop fucking you if someone put a gun to his head.

He’s rolling you over, choosing to fuck up into you this time. But this is the worst position he could have you in because once you settle on top of him, you start bouncing immediately. You’re dropping your ass down against his hips, letting the loud sounds of sex fill the room.

It all feels so good to him, and you look so pretty. You’re covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but your eyes flick down to him for a moment and you give him a smile.

Guiding his hand back around your neck, he holds your throat but doesn’t squeeze. 

“I’m yours right, Eddie?” You whine, alternating between grinding and bouncing on his lap. When he nods, it’s not enough, so you pout and scratch down his chest. “Eddie!”

“Mine,” Eddie confirms, using his free hand to tweak your nipples. “Only mine, princess, nobody else’s.”

“And you’re mine?��

“Just yours. Daddy’s only yours.”

You grin as you bounce faster, angling your hips while slipping your hand down to rub against your clit. “Motherfuck, this is good.”

It’s better than good, it feels right. Eddie belonged inside you, he was made to fuck you and fill you up, and you know he’s understanding that now.

Eddie plants his feet against the bed and starts meeting you thrust for thrust, finding that spot inside you again. He works against it, toying with making you cum, like he’s not ready for this to be over just yet. You can taste your release, it’s right on the horizon but you need something more.

“Pussy’s so goddamn good, princess,” Eddie praises, releasing your nipple to slip a finger in your cunt. You freeze and shake while Eddie continues fucking into you. He fits his fingers right in front of his dick, curling them against the front of your walls. “Best I’ve ever fucking had.”

Your head is lolling back and Eddie’s squeezing your throat lightly, bringing your attention back to him. “Hear me, princess? Tightest cunt I’ve fucked,” He laughs when you don’t answer him. “I know you need to cum, so do it baby. You’re already dripping down my balls, but promise I know you’ll clean it up. My girl always finishes what she starts.”

The room door slams open but Eddie’s praises are swirling in your head, and you know you’ve got him. Someone is in the background, yelling at you both, but you can’t tear your eyes away from Eddie’s, not when you're climbing a peak this steep. The room is falling away and all you can feel is Eddie’s cock stroking against your walls, and his fingers curling inside your pussy. So when he shoves his fingers in roughly, relentlessly fucking against your spot, you let go and cum. You shriek, as everything explodes.

“Goddamn,” Eddie groans. And you’re very aware of Eddie roughly thrusting into you a few more times, before he hits his own peak. Praises of your name and your cunt fall from his lips as he cums inside you for the second time that night. You collapse against his chest while he rolls his hips weakly, then finally stops moving. “Y-you squirted, princess. Didn’t know you could do that.”

“Me neither,” You pant, resting on him as your heartbeat begins to slow down. “Did someone come in? Thought I heard the door.”

Eddie nods, “My girlfriend.”

“Ex-girlfriend,” You correct him with a sigh and he laughs underneath you.

“Yeah, ex-girlfriend.”

–

You give Eddie a kiss on the cheek, telling him to wait by the van while you saunter over to his ex-girlfriend.

Before you can even speak, she’s sneering at you, “You’re a fucking bitch.” 

Her insult doesn’t hurt, not in the slightest. Instead you smile brightly at her, tapping your nails against the metal of the locker next to you. “Y’know I tried to get him back today? Cornered him in the classroom and told him I could forgive him for what happened if he promised never to speak to you again. He wouldn’t even look at me, told me he was sorry but he didn't think we were anything worth saving, and gave me back the necklace I got him and everything.”

“Listen, hun,” You start condescendingly. “You’re a pretty girl, and a smart one too, and you might’ve had him if you didn’t mess with me and Hellfire. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you, but if you don’t stay away from Eddie, everything will get very dim, very quickly for you. And I won’t be so nice about it.”

“You fucked my boyfriend in my house–”

“That was me being nice,” You interrupt as your smile becomes sharper and you step closer to her. She looks into your eyes and whatever she finds has her stepping back, submitting to you. 

She knows her place.

Stepping away, you blow her a kiss and make your way back outside to Eddie.

The scent of vanilla and ginger lingers in the air, taking her breath away.

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#eden writes filth #eden writes eddie #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x female reader #this was hot and i want to be reader's girlfriend

[virgorisingmuse]

The BLUEprint

#she ate beyoncé up as usual #Blue Ivy Carter #Beyoncé #Black Is King #BlackIsKing #2020

[lazarettta]

The Babysitter

Characters ( Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader )

Rating (T) Word Count ( 2.9k) Warnings ( None, bad flirting, writing while intoxicated)

“For dinner! I'd love to come home with you for dinner.”

“Well what else would you be coming for?”

“Dessert.”

It was another late night studying on the living room floor of the Mayfair-Richards household. It wasn't uncommon for you to spend a majority of your nights here during the week and sometimes the weekend if you were needed and you usually weren't. Not that you would've minded anyway, your weekends weren't busy—mostly spent either dead asleep or trying to get out of plans you didn't want to be a part of anyway to get more sleep.

But it wasn't everyday that you were able to work for a Senator either, so even if you were busy, you weren't going to tell Ally Mayfair-Richards that. Not that she was a mean boss or anything, she was the Senator for crying out loud. And...okay yes, maybe you idolized the woman a little though it may be because you're studying law but honestly who wouldn't idolize this woman? She went through so much shit getting to this point in her life and career.

And she was hot. She was really hot but you kept it in your pants, but your eyeballs? Different story. You were just grateful that she chose you to watch her son when she was away, especially after you knocked over your entire cup of tea in her living room on the very carpet you were sitting on, and you were just a hot mess.

You thought you blew the whole thing, but the moment she produced the NDA to you a few days later when she called you back for a 'second interview' which included Ozzy this time, you'd been ecstatic and nearly knocked over another fucking cup but Ally was faster than you that time.

The giant TV was playing in front of you across the room but it was just the news channel but the volume was pretty low because Oz was asleep upstairs and you weren't really watching it anyway, you had your airpods in listening to Beyoncé and trying to create a decent scenario for one of the ten theories your professor assigned. It was due the next day so you thought picking the easiest one would work in your favor but it was turning out to be your worst nightmare—and you'd regretted choosing sleep over this, kind of.

You'd been so engrossed in your work, and music, you didn't hear the front door open and shut somewhere behind you or hear Ally quietly talking on the phone, her high heels click clacking on her polished wood floors as she came into the living room. Ally paused slightly at the sight of you and her coffee table, your books and yellow pads scattered everywhere, your head bopping slightly to whatever you were listening to as you scribbled away.

Ally smiled softly, and continued on her way upstairs to check on Ozzy knowing that she was going to find him safe, clean and fast asleep with a full belly. You'd been his nanny for four months now and you were such a blessing for Ally, she'd been reluctant to hire and trust another person with her baby boy but her career was too demanding and Ozzy was only ten. He could stay home alone for a few hours maybe, but not days or even a week or two.

After everything, Ally did have cameras around her home on the outside and she had one directly over the stairs because it overlooked the foyer and parts of the living room from an angle. She didn't want too many camera's inside of her home in case they were hacked but she wanted something at least.

Ozzy's room was dark except for his nightlight by the door and Ally quietly made her way inside, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed and pushing his curls from his face. She was ever thankful that he finally stopped having those horrible nightmares, it meant that she wasn't wasting her money on therapy sessions.

When Ally came back downstairs, you were predictably in the exact same spot you were in and Ally finally did away with her coat, placing it over the spine of the sofa and she stepped out of her heels before coming around and plopping herself down, careful not to knock over your stack of books.

The sudden movement startled you out of your skin and you quickly pulled out your airpods and looked at your boss, “Hey! Sorry, how long have you been home?”

Ally smiled down at you tiredly, practically sinking into the sofa and you could feel her exhaustion rolling off of her in waves, and you couldn't help but sympathize because damn, and you thought you were tired.

“I just got in, I'm sorry I didn't call earlier, things got busier than I expected and then everything went into chaos.”

You smirked when she threw her hands up half heartedly with a roll of her eyes, “Would a glass of wine help?”

“No, but it would definitely be a start if you join me for a glass?” she raised an eyebrow, and as much as you wanted to say yes you've already procrastinated enough and you really didn't need alcohol in your system around her lest you say something you absolutely shouldn't.

“I would but I have to finish this and it's getting late. Do you mind waiting up until my Uber gets here?”

“It's really late, you should just stay the night, (Y/n).” Ally sat up then, waving away your comment, though now she was closer and hovering over you a bit, “I'll take you home tomorrow after breakfast, that sound fair?”

It wouldn't be the first overnight stay but it would definitely be the first time that she'd be home too and you just couldn't say no to that even though you probably should have insisted more that you go home, but you accepted her offer without further debate. You'd gone back to your assignment, minus the airpods this time, and Ally got up to go to the kitchen and you could hear her fixing herself a glass of wine.

Ally set a bottle of water next to you on a coaster before settling back in her spot and finding something to watch on TV, and of course you noticed that she was a hell of a lot closer than she was before.

Your pen had paused on the yellow paper and your eyes glanced over the same sentence three times before your mind processed that you could practically feel the heat from her legs next to your arm through her slacks, and if you leaned just an inch you'd be touching her. You fought the urge to look back over your shoulder, but instead you looked up from beneath your lashes and saw that she was browsing the movie channels at a snail's pace.

Behind you, Ally was sipping her wine in one hand and flipping channels with the remote in the other but her eyes were nowhere on the TV screen. But she noticed the moment your pen stopped moving and your shoulders tensed more than usual, she'd been watching you closely and curiously.

“You okay, honey?”

You turned around to answer her with what you hoped was a calm smile and wished that you hadn't, really. Ally was going to kill you sitting the way she was sitting, her energy screaming big dick and the top three buttons of her shirt were undone and her hair was a little messy. Either she was going to give you a heart attack or your libido would.

“Sweetheart?”

You blinked, coming back to reality so fast you would’ve gotten whiplash, “Uh, yeah...maybe I guess I’m just tired too.” Yeah right.

You chuckled nervously, embarrassed really, and licked your lips again and Ally tracked the movement with rapt attention not that you would've caught it because you were busy being mortified being caught staring like a creep.

“Are you sure? You look flushed, drink some water,” you smiled at Ally, ever the mom.

“I’m not—” not what? Thirsty? Yeah you were but not for some water.

“You’re not what?” Ally pressed, still holding you hostage with her eyes alone.

“Not thirsty for water.”

Ally raised an eyebrow, the corner of her lips twitching and you hate that you noticed, “Oh? Then what would you like to drink if it’s not wine or water?”

Good question. One you didn’t have a good answer to. Not trusting yourself to formulate words into an appropriate sentence, you just nodded and turned back around and grabbed the water she brought you. You were determined to ignore until you were finished with your work—for the sake of your sanity and dignity.

Fuck.

Still watching you, Ally laughed quietly into her wine glass and finally settled on a movie, keeping the volume low as she got comfortable. Deciding to let you off the hook for not answering her question. (This time.)

~~

A few days later...

It was another late night for you but you weren't working for Ally tonight, so you went to the gym instead after studying. You were still wearing your tights and sports bra when you left, only throwing on a jacket because the night air and sweat weren't a great mix.

You didn't have anything at home to eat that wasn't expired or so frozen it came from the ice age...it all went in the trash so all you had left in your fridge was a case of water and cheese sticks. It wasn't surprising though, you spent a majority of your free time at Ally's home and you just ate lunch and dinner there usually. So you went straight to the grocery store after your workout with your trainer.

“Hey (Y/n)!” you looked up and internally groaned, rolled your eyes and threw a whole bitch fit.

You offered Sean a tight near sarcastic smile, “Sean. What is up.”

“Nothin',” he said, leaning against the counter he was standing behind with a cheesy smile, his eyes leering—and it made your skin crawl, “Just working...you?”

“Uh,” you were already over this conversation, “Same, anyway—”

“You still work for that crazy killer lesbian?”

You stopped, pivoting back around slowly to see if he was joking or not, of course it was hard to tell because he was looking at your ass, but the minute he turned around his eyes laser beamed to your chest. Specifically your pebbled nipples and the bars pierced in them. You moved the labels of your jacket to cover them fucking pig.

“Uh, my eyes are up here and two, that 'crazy killer lesbian' is your Senator.”

He shrugged, “I didn't vote for her.”

“I'm...okay, it was nice talking to you but I have things to do.”

“Well, wait,” he moved in front of you, stopping your escape, “That's not what I wanted to talk to you about actually, uh, but listen...do you maybe wanna go to dinner with me this weekend? My treat?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, completely unimpressed with his audacity, “You literally just called my boss a crazy killer lesbian and now you're expecting me to go to dinner with you?” as if, you wanted to add but held yourself in check—barely.

“I'm sorry about that,” Sean only shrugged but he was bashful about it but it only served to irritate you further because it was obvious that he didn't quite mean it and you were mentally slapping yourself for just not ordering that damn pizza.

“Whatever, goodnight Sean.”

you tried to move around him but he shifted, keeping you in place and you knew you could've just turned around, you should've but he would've just followed you, “Well wait, you never answered my question. About dinner?”

“No.”

“Well, wait a minute...why not? The lesbian thing? It was just a joke. You can take one, can’t you?”

“And I'm not laughing, get the fuck outta my way Sean—”

“You—”

“I believe she told you to fuck off.”

Sean's eyes snapped up over your head slightly, and you would've laughed at his stupid face had you not been pivoting around yourself, your eyes meeting a very familiar chin and you looked up, but Ally's eyes weren't on you but instead glaring daggers into Sean. He'd be ten feet under if she got her way with that look. You wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of it. (Maybe another version of it...)

“S-senator?”

“Oh, I'm not the crazy killer lesbian anymore? How disappointing.” when Sean could only stare at her like a fish out of the water, Ally stepped forward—a lot closer to you and you didn't have the strength to move or even look away, “I believe you were told to leave. Oh and if I even hear that you looked at or said anything to (Y/n) incorrectly, you're going to have a lot worse than a harassment complaint from a Senator to deal with.”

You didn't see him leave but you heard the squeaks of his sneaker and in seconds flat you and Ally were alone in the cereal aisle and you had absolutely no idea how to even breathe at the moment, much less process that she just saved you from...whatever that even was.

When Ally was satisfied that Sean was gone, she finally looked down at you—there was still a fire in them that you couldn't place but her brown eyes were softer than they were a few seconds ago, and you felt your shoulders relaxing slightly.

“Are you alright, (Y/n)?”

You cleared your throat, taking a small step back—but you still felt exposed under her unblinking stare though not in the same way you felt with Sean, it was the complete opposite, “Yeah thanks to you, so um thanks...a lot. Your timing is impeccable, but what are you doing here so late? Where's Oz? Is he okay?”

Ally smiled at you, shaking her head disturbing her always perfect hairstyle, “Oz is fine, or at least he will be, he must've ate something today at school and it's not sitting well with his stomach,” Ally rolled her eyes but not at the fact that her son had food poisoning but that he had food poisoning from the school lunch. She could only imagine that other children—reforming school lunches was already on her agenda but now she was seriously considering moving ahead of schedule.

“Oh no, how bad?”

“Not too bad...he'll be okay, I'm just here for medicine to stock up on,” Ally reassured you, her eyes flickering over your shoulder for a second, “What are you doing out so late?” and wearing that? She mentally added, but held her tongue because she knew that it wasn't her place to comment on your attire—not that she was complaining about it, but Ally just didn't like the way Sean was leering at you either. She was a hair away from showing him how she earned her title.

Suddenly aware of how much skin you were showing, and that your jacket fell open again but unlike with Sean you didn't feel the need to really cover yourself (even though you knew that you should've). You appreciated her eyes more than his...and probably anyone else's.

“Oh, I went to the gym and since I don't have any food at home...”

Ally chuckled, “Is this your way of asking for a raise?”

“No! No, no you pay me plenty...I'm just too busy to cook is all and then I'm just too tired to eat sometimes. College life.”

“I was teasing, welcome to adulthood. It doesn't stop,” you laughed along with her but you both knew there was truth behind those words.

“I shouldn't keep you, I know you have things to do.”

“You know, I doubt you're going to get a decent nutrient meal here tonight, especially shopping while you’re hungry...” Ally hummed, seemingly thinking hard about something before opening her mouth to carefully speak those words, “You're more than welcome to come home with me for a late dinner if you have nowhere else to be. I'd be more than happy to feed you.”

Heh. Feed me what? You blinked, mildly surprised with how fast your mind went straight to the gutter and you felt your face heating up faster than a house fire, and you had no doubt in your mind that your boss knew exactly what she was doing to you.

But she didn't, Ally didn't have one clue to what was happening in your mind because her own mind was a pile of scrambled eggs while forcing her eyes to stay above your neck. You were both very much still in public.

And the last thing Ally wanted to do was make either you a cliché, especially with her being a public figure in a male dominant career field, both in politics and her restaurant.

“Unless you had your sights set on cereal?” Ally coughed lightly, suddenly nervous and you realized that you'd been standing there staring at her like a moron this whole time.

“No, I'd love to come home with you,” you said cheerfully, meaning every damn word for different reasons, and you smiled at her, before your eyes widened when realizing how forward you sounded, and suggestive as hell, “For dinner! I'd love to come home with you for dinner.”

“Well what else would you be coming for?”

“Dessert.”

Direct result after two blunts...sorry if it's kinda lame tho lmao I went in thinking I was writing smut and gave up somewhere

#ally mayfair richards #ally mayfair richards x reader #ahs cult #ahs x reader #sarah paulson #ahs imagine #american horror story #sarah paulson x reader

[mythiccheroacademia]

Hi!! I don’t know if you’re doing requests rn but can you do a scenario with Kirishima, midoriya, Bakugou and todoroki learning dance moves with their s/o?? (The woah, milly rock, driving the boat, etc.)

 GIRRLLLLLLL 

my first ask!!!! ayyeeeeee, what it do babyyyyy

k, i’m done but thank you sm for asking! and for future reference, i’m open for scenarios/imagines/anything lmao

i hope you like it! 

Characters: Kirishima, Midoryia, Bakugo, and Todorkoki

Warnings: a serious case of fucking it up (ass throwing as well??)

PG-13 

y’all, i couldn’t help myself hehe

A/N: the gag is, i was literally just turning up to my good sis Megan Thee Stallion and Rico Nasty so this should be fun

Kirishima Eijrou:

the best hype man and dont @ me on it

It was after hours and, outside of U.A., the night was quite peaceful, for the most part. Most were tucked in their bed, fast asleep, but some of the young future heroes of Japan were wide awake. That included you and Kirishima. 

You spent the night showing him some of your favorite Western music videos. He recognized some of the long-time globally famous ones like Beyoncé, Nicki Minaj, and Rihanna (who you both had a crush on). You had tried showing him the moves to Single Ladies and Super Bass, but he couldn’t quite get. 

“C’monnn, just jut your hip out more,” he laughed.

Kirishima made a face before dramatically sticking his hind up. You punched his arm to which he broke out in laughter. 

“Ahh, I’m just hopeless,” he shrugged.

You rolled your eyes. “No, no! You got the shoot, but you have to know more. There’s gotta be something.”

“What about him?”

You looked at the video suggestion he motioned towards, and your brows shot up in excitement.

“DaBaby! Of course!”

“DaBaby?”

“I’m about to change your life.”

It only took one watch for Kirishima to pick up on the DaBaby shoulder, BOP dance, and fist pound. He was a natural and went hard on it. 

*and his muscles looked real nice all flexed like that but that’s besides the point~* 

You two spent the late hours running through all his Albums and EPs, dancing and hyping one another up. It was so fun that you two ended up having to take a shower because of how sweaty y’all were. 

The fist to thigh pound was now you two’s celebratory dance each time one of you made an accomplishment.

You both passed a test?

DaBaby.

Won a team competition?

DaBaby.

Made it through a battle alive?

DaBaby.

Midoryia Izuku:

i’m sorry but it’s like cannon this boi cant dance, but bless his heart, he really tries

You should’ve just sat down and ate your food, but, of course, you didn’t care about priorities when it came to tiktok. (just bear with me y’all)

It was an unhealthy obsession you wouldn’t admit to. You spent hours on it. Ochako had gotten you hooked on after she kept sending you tiktok dances to learn with the girls. It was fun though, especially since dancing was something you loved to do. You still kept up with your grades, so there wasn’t much harm in it.

But then, you made a mistake.

You were eating lunch with your boyfriend and watching a tiktok Momo had sent in your groupchat. The two girls in the video were dancing before they hit the woah on the beat drop. 

Izuku heard the music and looked over at what you were watching. 

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s these two girls dancing. They’re really good!”

You showed him the video and it was like he’s found his life’s purpose.

“W-what was that? At the end!?” 

“Uhh, it’s called the woah?”

“Do you know how to do it?”

“Yeah–”

“Teach me!”

So you spent the lunch period teaching him the move. It wasn’t very complicated, but you found that he had no sense of rhythm and flow. It took a couple YouTube tutorials and then some for him to decently grasp the concept. When lunch was over, he kissed and hugged you like you were his savior.

“Thank you for showing me! I must show the others!”

You were so confused.

But you didn’t know you created a monster.

That is ALL this man does now!

You’ll see him in the mornings. “Hey Izuku!”

“Hey y/n!” 

Hits the woah.

He answers a question correctly?

Hits the woah.

He answers a question incorrectly?

Hits the woah.

Beats Bakugo in a competiton.

Hits the woah.

Bakugo did not appreciate that. 

He downloaded tiktok and 80% of the videos are of him and/or someone else hitting the woah.

All Might has asked you if your boyfriend is going through something. You just pinch your nose. 

Bakugo Katsuki:

won’t outwardly admit to knowing how to dance, but when the time comes, he’s ready for anything

also! i’m inlcuding african moves in this one, hope you dont mind

Sometimes, when you two aren’t doing anything in particular, you’ll try and teach him some moves. He’ll usually sneer about not wanting to learn and how dumb it was. You fake cry and he begrudgingly does it (bc when you cry he panics)

There are multiple snapchat videos of you putting on Shatte Wale or EL (Lomi) and you two doing the shaku shaku or azonto. You were surprised when he picked up other moves like dougie, lean back, and jerkin. 

The music was blasting in his room and you two were following the Walk It Out music video, dancing, copying what you could and just having fun with one another. At first, Bakugo was a bit stiff, embarrassed that he was even indulging in something like this, but he saw the happy look on your face and set a tiny bit of his pride aside.

Plus, you were actually kinda good and he wasn’t gonna let you show him up on something he knew he was good at. 

“Ayyee, okay Bakugo! You kinda lit!” you cheered.

The genuine praise made him blush. “I don’t know what you thought this was, but of course I can dance, idiot!” he exclaimed, trying to fight his sudden embarrassment with how into it he was getting. 

You laughed at him and he was about to cuss you out until you gasped.

Suddenly, your favorite song by Saweetie came on and your face fell into all seriousness as you broke out in dance. He sputtered when you sensually moved your body over to him, taking his hand and turning so your body so your back was to him. 

“Well if you’re so good, why don’t you prove it,” you challenged. 

He was confused until you circled your hips and he automatically followed your lead. Bakugo’s prior bashfulness left him and a proud grin spread across his lips, eyes half-lidded with desire. 

“Oh, bet.”

You bent forwards, hands on your knees as you threw it back on him–and he caught it just fine. This was his kind of dancing. He was a beast in clubs. (ofc you’re 18+). 

It wasn’t like it was anything new to him. You two have had many many opportunities to practice. 

When “Red Nose” came on, it was over. 

Well, the dancing was over~

Todoroki Shoto:

hits the meanest milly rock and you cant convince me otherwise

*youre in an American club for this one and you all are most certainly 21+*

You two were overseas for a vacation. Well, it was supposed to be a trip for a business convention, and he was going as the next heir to his father’s company, but who wouldn’t use this as a getaway?

Plus, a chance to show your boyfriend where you come from?

And on Endeavor’s dime? Say less. 

You were going out to a club downtown with your Shoto and your friends and their partners. It would be a nice de-stressor for the long day you and Todoroki had handling business. 

At first, Todoroki was a bit hesitant. You offered to have a dance practice, but he softly declined. He wasn’t one to go out and you didn’t push it.

But then he saw you in that tight outfit, the one that makes your ass pop, and he grabbed the keys before you could. 

The sooner you went, the sooner y’all could get back home for the real party.

Anyway–

At first, you two are just standing and talking, enjoying one another’s company. You’re a bit tipsy when you’re friends drag you onto the dance floor and you let loose. Todoroki’s watching you with a soft smile and then talking to your friends’ partners before they prompt him to take a couple shots. 

He might be one of the fiercest heroes in Japan, but mans can’t hold his liquor.

He sees you dancing and can’t help but miss the way your body feels in his hands. You both make eye contact and he’s suddenly making a b-line for you.

*Big Ole’ Freak by Megan Thee Stallion begins*

Todoroki is working his hardest to catch all the ass you’re throwing, using his hands and the support from the people behind him. He won’t let his good sis Todoroki Tina down. 

He’s pretty damn good at catching.

Y’all are sin on the floor. So much so that your friends are HOLLERING. 

“FUCK IT UP Y/N!!!”

“LET’S GOOOO SHOTO”

“CATCH THAT ASS, BRO!!”

“BITTTCHHH!!!”

*Cue Pour It Up by Rihanna*

The music changes, and suddenly, both of you are facing each other, hittin’ the folks and slowing down the nae nae. Nasty Freestyle by T-Wayne comes on, and you guys are the center of attention.

Let me tell you…it was perfection.

The City Girls came on and Todoroki amps it up—you rapping the lyrics as he dances. (He loves the City Girls as much as he does Meg and hopes a woman scams his dad like that)

But you even lose your shit when Shoto starts to milly rock. He’s got the entire club hyping him up. 

The next day, you both are watching videos from last night. Your brows shot up in surprise at how natural he was. You both were kinda shook.

“I’ve never seen you dance a day in your life. Where did this come from?” you asked, a genuine pitch in your tone.

Shoto was just as clueless as you. 

“I have no idea.”

#bnha #bnha scenarios #mha x reader #mha x black reader #mha x poc!reader #mha bakugo #mha midoriya #mha todoroki #mha kirishima #bnha todoroki #bnha midoriya #bhna bakugou #bnha kirishima #mha scenarios #mha imagines #bnha imagines #THROW THAT ASS #todoroki tina would be proud #bnha x y/n #mha x y/n #bnha x reader

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine

Erik and Reader are best friends and Reader is the best freaky love for Erik but he doesn’t know how freaky she is. He finds out when he sees her at a heels class dancing to Beyoncé- Rocket.

“Deep down, everyone doubts themselves. Sometimes, I think I’m not good enough but at the end of the day I know I’m the fucking shit. I pray you quit overthinking, replaying failed scenarios, feeding self doubt & seeing the good in everyone but yourself you deserve more, ma.”

He passes Y/N the blunt, licking his full lips with a quick swipe of his tongue, and showing off his gold canines. Taking a puff of weed, Y/N watches Erik scratch the side of his defined torso over a tattoo that says Fuck Reality in that cursive lettering she loved to see. He yawns, blinking his sleepy eyes a few times before looking over at Y/N. She couldn’t help but look at his face.

“Make yourself a priority, Y/N. For real. Stop settling for these toxic lame ass niggas. When you meet a real nigga you gon’ realize you was never asking for too much.”

Y/N passed the blunt back to Erik while staring out of his bedroom window from his king sized bed. She knew her worth, she really did, but she always ended up going back to the same fuck boys.

“You’re too fine to be giving all your time and energy into him. Too fine. My bestfriend needs to know her worth. You looking at me like that but I’m being honest, shit, when was the last time you felt appreciated? When was the last time a nigga did something for you and didn’t expect something in return? Called to check up on you? Texted you back? Ate your pussy because he knows you had a rough week and you just need your pussy ate? Some good sex? When?”

Her carefree bestfriend with his tapered dreads and full beard and mustache. His sincere whiskey colored eyes and messy brows that he always talked with. Raising them, creasing them. He smooths a hand down his solid and sculpted chest before resting that hand over his abs. The gold rings on his fingers against his brown skin was just as beautiful as the sun setting before them.

“I can’t remember. I’m embarrassed to say,” Y/N finally speaks. She heaved a sigh, unzipping her velour pink hoodie, a white form-fitting shirt underneath, “I know I deserve more. Ugh, now I’m going to be single and lonely for Valentine’s.”

Erik sat up on his elbows, the hue of the sunset against his russet skin, “I’m your valentine now. i’ll be there at 10pm climbing through your bedroom window with flowers. Dahlias right? Cool, I’ll see you later tonight?” Erik gave Y/N a teasing smile. She knew he was trying to make her feel better but it didn’t change the fact that it sounded so...honest? Like he wanted to do and say that.

“Scary movies and chill? That romantic movie shit is played out. We can snuggle close with some popcorn with Freddy Kruger on the screen.”

“Your obsession with 80s slasher movies is amazing,” Y/N laughs, “Why must you mix Valentine’s with blood and gore, Erik?”

“Why not? Instead of bleeding your heart out because you’re heart broken, you can watch a heart actually bleeding out,” Erik chuckles before he ashes out the blunt in his ceramic ashtray that Y/N made for him with 4/20 carved into it.

“Should I dress up?” Y/N played along.

“Just keep those same straight backs in your hair and wear those little stripe linen shorts that make your ass look nice. Oh, and that mini white T-shirt that says Daddy on it in pink letters. Can’t forget the mix match ankle socks either.”

“You can wear a durag with a pair of grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt. The ones you wear that’s all loose fitting on you because you refuse to wear a tighter one? Yeah, and a pair of Vans.”

“What time for our little date, ma?”

“8. And don’t be late either.”

“To a date with you? Never.”

“Okay, I have a question,” Y/N turns towards him, “what’s your idea of a perfect night with your girl?”

“Hmm,” Erik rolled his moistened lips in deep thought, “Dick rubs and intellectual conversations. Head in a comfortable bed. Falling asleep with my head laying on her crotch so I can just pull her panties to the side and eat her pussy. Honestly, give pleasure by just being there. We don’t even have to talk or fuck. Presence is just comforting.”

“That sounds amazing,” Y/N never had those things but that’s what her bestfriend likes? She wished she had that same treatment.

“Those chill, nice nights with someone you feel comfortable with.” Erik spoke in a low tone while twirling a single loc, “I crave that.”

“I know, ugh, me too, Erik,” Y/N laid back against the bed, “I have to go to class today.”

Erik gave her a questioning look, “What class?”

Y/N turned around to lay on her belly, “A heels class. Remember I was telling you that I started doing this like a month ago?”

“Shorty, I have other things going on with me right now I didn’t focus on that,” Erik gives her a sad look, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ve been working on a routine. I think I have it down. It’s gonna be real sexy.”

“Sexy? Who you tryna impress with this class?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Y/N teased.

“Ah, man. That ain’t fair, ma. I’m your bestie.”

“You are but I don’t need to tell you my business,” Y/N rolls her eyes into her head.

“It’s cool, cuz I’m coming there with you.”

Y/N’s face flushed.

“What? I can’t come-“

“NO.”

She didn’t want Erik to watch her dance. Being surrounded by those women made her feel like she was in her room dancing in the mirror. They all connected because they related to each other. If Erik came there she would probably mess up her routine since he would definitely be watching her move. It was a heels choreography class and Erik is a man, he’s going to watch. Y/N wore either a pair of black high crotch panties with fishnets and a cropped t shirt or a form fitting leotard with black sheer stockings. Six inch heels on her feet with a skinny heel since she’s gotten better. Popping her ass and hitting splits to the music. Erik never saw her like that. What would he say and do when he did?

“It really ain’t that deep, ma,” Erik jokes because Y/N was spaced out, “I promise I won’t laugh at you. I don’t have shit else to do but sit around so let me come with you.”

Y/N pondered while staring down at her hands before heaving a sigh of defeat, “okay. You can come.”

“I knew you would say yes,” Erik gave her a half smirk, “You can’t tell me no even if you tried.”

“Don’t embarrass me in there, Erik,” Y/N spoke to him with a warning in her voice. She knew he could be silly and fuck with her but when she danced, it was her time to shine.

“Teh, girl, you really think I would do that?”

Erik got closer to Y/N, leaning on his elbows while his face got closer to hers, “I’ll be on the side lines cheering you on. I promise, okay?”

Y/N looked up into his eyes, giving Erik a weird look before turning away from him, “Okay.”

He was acting very...strange. Not like his usual self but Y/N could be overthinking it. She sat up on her knees, lifting off the bed to put her sneakers back on before picking up her velour jacket and her PINK gym bag that carried all of the things she needed for class.

“Put on a shirt and come on, Erik.” She picked up a shirt that was wrinkled and balled up on the floor before throwing it at him, “I’m not trying to be late!”

“Calm that shit the fuck down, Y/N. Don’t give me attitude before I really make you late for this class.”

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“You calm down yet?” Erik asks Y/N while following behind her to the dance studio that held her heels class. The closer they walked, the more Erik could hear the deep base to the sensual music that vibrates the walls. He’d sit back and watch a bunch of women shake their ass in heels. Erik looked at his bestfriend walking ahead of him as she lead the way with a sway of her hips. Those tantalizing hips. Erik looked up at the back of her head as if she had eyes back their and could see him checking her out. He couldn’t help himself. Like he said back in his room, she’s too fine.

“Are you going to behave?” She looked back at him over her shoulder with a brow raised, “Well? Are you?”

“Yes ma’am,” Erik said with a husky voice, “whatever you say.”

Y/N rolled her eyes before making a left turn, opening the double doors to a dimly lit studio with a pink neon sign of a woman in heels that read dance. A few chairs rested in the corner of the room, mirrors were placed on one side of the wall so that the ladies could watch themselves. A guy stood off to the side in deep conversation with a short plump girl about 5’ 3 dressed in a mesh leotard with red fishnets and heels. He was fumbling with a camcorder that Erik assumes is used to record the ladies do their routines. On the polished hardwood floor, directly in the middle, were all the ladies doing stretches. Some were down in a split stretching out their legs, others were bending over to touch their toes, stretching out their backs. Erik recognized the music. It sounded like Teyana Taylor & Kehlani- Morning.

“Okay, I gotta get myself changed, I’ll be back, alright?” Y/N spoke with a whisper to him.

“Yeah, I’ll be over here,” Erik pointed to a black chair with a leather cushion to sit on.

“Cool,” Y/N gave Erik a silly smile before walking away, waving to a few ladies as she made her way over to the dressing room. Erik rested his hands in the pockets of his black cargo pants that he wore. The wrinkled shirt wasn’t the shirt he had on. He was wearing a muscle tee with the sides cut really low, giving you a view of his muscles and scars along his ribs down to his hips. Black boots on his feet and gold around his neck and on his fingers. Erik scratches his scruffy facial hair while looking around the class. When he did this, eyes were on him, wondering who this handsome guy was that came with Y/N. He entertained their looks for a minute before taking his phone out of his pocket to scroll through pointless apps.

“Oooo, Y/N, what routine are we gonna start out with today, honey?” A tall mocha skinned girl with a large curly bush and a black catsuit on asked. Erik looked up at the mention of her name. His eyes seemed to widen and gawk at Y/N. Erik was in a state of stupor. Stupefied but mesmerized at the same time.

“I have something I’ve been working on all week but that can wait for tomorrow. I gotta have a guy to do the lap dance with. When is Montell coming back?”

“Girl, why use Montell when you can use him?” The tall chick pointed at Erik. Erik looks over at Y/N, watching her eyes grow wide.

“Erik? No,” Y/N laughs, “He’s just here to watch until I’m done.”

The chubby chick that was talking to the camera guy came over to intrude, “Isn’t that your boyfriend though?”

“No. He’s my bestfriend and he’s just going to watch.”

“Well, can I use him for my routine then? I put a little something something together to Ciara- Body Party and I need a nigga to pop this ass on. He so cute, Y/N. Hi bestfriend!” The pretty chubby girl waved at Erik who returned the wave with a smile on his full lips.

“He is cute. How can you just be friends with that?”

“Dominique,” Y/N was referring to the taller chick, “Erica,” She looked over at the short plump girl, “I’m using him for my routine.” Y/N spoke with finality. Wasn’t no chick in that class gonna put ass on him if it wasn’t her.

“Oh? Why the change of heart?” Dominique folded her arms while giving Y/N a sassy smile. Y/N didn’t say a word as she walked away, looking over at Erik before sticking her tongue out at him. He was in a fit of laughter, clutching his chest and everything.

Y/N was dressed in a black thong with sheer black stockings that had tiny rhinestones on it, a tiny black and gold wrap top that made her breast sit high and black stilettos on her feet. All that ass out and bouncing each time she walked. Erik knew his bestfriend has body but damn, he never saw her like this. Y/N was fumbling with a wall audio system that was installed to play throughout the studio. She found the song she wanted, pausing it, then grabbing a chair to bring in the center of the dance floor. The other ladies crowded around and the camera guy set up so that it was facing her. Y/N then walked over to Erik, a roll of her eyes while trying to fight a smile. She got down in front of him in a squat, talking closely with him. Erik leaned forward on his elbows to hear her.

“Okay, so I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that but,” She sighed, “I’m gonna need you for my routine.”

“Hmm,” Erik smirked, “What I gotta do?”

Y/N licked her lips, “All you gotta do is sit in that chair for me. You’ll be in that chair while I do all the work, alright?”

“Let me ask you something,” Erik narrowed his eyes, “Why did you change your mind so quick?”

Y/N rolled her eyes away from him before kissing her teeth, “You gonna do that for me, or what?”

“You ain’t off the hook, ma,” Erik stood up, while looking down at Y/N who was still in a squat position while staring up the valley of his body to connect with his eyes, “You gon’ tell me after this class.”

“Whatever,” Y/N finally got up, grabbing Erik’s hand with force, walking him to the middle of the dance floor. He wasn’t nervous one bit. He wanted to see what his bestie could do.

“Sit.” She instructed, earning oooo’s and ahhhh’s from the ladies around them. Erik raises his brows at her before taking his seat real slow, legs wide and one arm stretched over the back of the chair. He motioned with his head for Y/N to get started, his eyes intense and heated. Y/N motioned for one of the girls she started the class with to play her song.

Beyoncé- Rocket began to play.

Let me sit this ass

On you

Y/N sat down real slow on Erik while looking back at him. She wound her hips, back arching and ass moving up the length of his crotch nice and gently. She did a spin on his lap, her leg going up and over his head so she could straddle him. Her hands grabbed at his shoulders before pulling on his shirt to bring him closer to her. She made him watch her while her hips moved over him. Erik has to hold onto the sides of the chair.

Show you how I feel

Let me take this off

Will you watch me

Yes, mass appeal

Don't take your eyes

Don't take your eyes off it

Watch it, babe

If you like

You can touch me baby

Do you

Do you wanna touch me baby, ooh

Grab a hold, don't let go

Let me know

That you

Ready (ready)

Erik looked at her with eyes so deeply filled with desire there was no denying his attraction to his bestfriend. Y/N held those eyes with her low ones, before grabbing his jaw to tease him. She almost touched his lips with hers but she pulled away before Erik could even get a taste.

I just wanna show you now

Slow it down

Go around

You rock hard

Y/N stood up, getting down on her knees in front of Erik while running a hand from his chest down to his crotch that was indeed rock hard.

I rock steady

She bounced up and down in a squat to demonstrate how steady she would rock on that hard dick. A few chicks wolf whistled at that, cheering her on.

And rock right up to the side of my mountain

Climb until you reach my peak baby, peak babe, peak

And reach right into the bottom of my fountain

Y/N pats her kitty kat to indicate where that fountain he needed to find was.

I wanna play in your deep baby, your deep baby, deep

Then dip me under where you can feel my river flowing and flow

Y/N went back on the floor, her legs coming all the way up to rest on each side of her head. She was open like the peace sign. Her hands ran up her body, eyes still on Erik to show him that she was nothing to play with. He gave her a sly smirk that showed off a single dimple. So this how she got down? She danced all freaky like this? Showing him where she wanted him to go with his hardness?

Hold me 'til I scream for air to breathe

She grabs her neck, body arching from the floor. Erik could feel his dick growing stiffer.

And wash me over until my well runs dry

Send all your sins all over me, babe, me baby, me

Rock it…

Y/N got up from the floor, swaying her hips. She stared into the camera, moving in those heels like she was wearing a pair of sneakers. Erik didn’t know she was this flexible. When she arched her back to pop her ass, getting into a split stance while running her hand on her crotch he wanted to lift from that chair, pick her up, and hold the back of her neck while making her pop her ass on his hard crotch. He had to have restraint because this is her routine but FUCKKK, was it hard.

Rock it 'til waterfalls

Rock it 'til waterfalls

Rock it 'til waterfalls

Bathe in these waterfalls

She grinned her hips into the floor before bringing her legs up from behind, her heels almost touching the back of her head before rolling over to lift a single leg in the air, grinding her hips forward. She was showing him what that body could do. She was showing him exactly how freaky his bestfriend could be.

I do it like it's my profession

I gotta make a confession

I'm proud of all this bass

When you put it in your face

She stood, arching forward, and grabbing her ankles while looking back at Erik. Her ass popped and swayed from side to side.

By the way, if you need a personal trainer or a therapist

I can be a piece of sunshine, inner peace, entertainer

Anything else that you may read between the lines

You and I create rockets and waterfalls

“YES HUNTY!” One of them yelled out while snapping their fingers.

“THATS IT Y/N!”

Erik nods his head in approval. He found himself rocking to the beat while tapping a single foot and grinding his hips in the chair. She rode that song with so much ease. Beyoncé’s voice mixed with her sensual moves had everyone in that room watching in complete silence now. The song played on and then that’s when it became really intense...

I can't help but love the way we make love

Daddy, daddy

Ooh child, ooh now

Yes, Lord, damn baby

She was going crazy. Popping her ass, arching her back, looking at Erik with her mouth hanging open. Swinging her head from side to side, running her hands over her breasts before jiggling them. That continuous Daddy, Daddy, has Erik losing his mind. The self control was unraveling.

You driving me cray, cray, yeah

You ain't right for doing it to me like that daddy

Y/N crawled towards him. She was staring at him like she wanted to rip his clothes off and show some attention to the hard dick that she felt growing in his pants. When she made it over to him, she got into a handstand, her legs widening into a split, before descending back on him, her legs wrapping around his waist while Erik pulled her forward with his hands on her hips.

Even though

I've been a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad girl

Y/N bends her body back while grinding on him so hard and forceful that Erik couldn’t help but to grind up into her on that chair. His hips were lifting from the chair.

Tell me what you're gonna do about that

He wanted to do something right fucking now. Y/N was driving him crazy. His growls and moans were trapped in his throat because of everyone surrounding him.

Punish me please

Punish me please

Daddy what you're going to do with all of this

Ass

Y/N turns around, her ass rubbing along his chest. Erik moves his hands down her back before slapping her ass, causing Y/N to gasp and everyone around them to cheer and clap.

All up in your face, yeah

Hell yeah

Love me so deep

Ooh my shit's so good it ain't even right

This shit wasn’t fair. She bounced on his lap in a continuous rhythm to the freaky beat. Since she wanted to give him a little lap dance to this beat she was definitely going to fuck him to this song. Bestie or not.

I know I'm right

Hell yeah you the shit

That's why you're my equivalent

So sexy

To Erik’s disappointment, Y/N got up from his lap, circling him in the chair before standing behind him. She lowered her arms over his shoulders from behind, taking her fingers to drag his muscle tee up to reveal his chiseled body. Abs flexed, skin so smooth even with the raised scars, her nails clawing lightly at his ripped abs all the way up to his chest. Her lips lightly touched the side of neck, giving him a lick there while the song faded out. The room erupted with applause at her routine. Y/N wrapped her arms around Erik’s neck, rocking him back and forth with a big smile on her face. Erik grabs her arms, holding them with a grin on his lips. Y/N did her thing.

“Girllllllllllll,” Dominique shouted while coming over to hug Y/N, “You had your bestfriend ready to hop off this chair and handle you, girl.”

“Oh? Really?” Y/N spoke into Erik’s ear before giving him a quick peck on the cheek, “I’m sorry I put this ass on you and you couldn’t do anything about it.”

Erik clenched his jaw. She only fueled him more.

“Nothing to say? Hmm?” She dragged on.

Erik looked up at her with a tilt of his head. She knew those hard domineering eyes meant one thing and one thing only: she was going to get it for sure. He had something for her after this class.

#killmonger imagine #killmonger x reader #killmonger fanfiction #nahimjustfeelingit-writes #erik killmonger

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Mrs. Douglas was the music teacher. Let me be clear: she was not a music teacher, she taught music at the three predominately Black elementary schools in my hometown. She taught at a different school every day and, if you lived in Hartsville, S.C. any time between 1968 and 2006, she was the music teacher. Mrs. Douglas is the reason everyone from my childhood knows the words to “Lift Every Voice and Sing,” the Black national anthem.

Being home-schooled at a young age, my mother hadn’t shielded me from whiteness so much as she surrounded me with Blackness. But I longed to go to school. I wanted to play on a playground and carry books in a knapsack. Having to raise your hand to speak and eating square pizza seemed like so much fun, which is why I cherished Wednesdays with Mrs. Douglas. On Wednesday afternoons, Mrs. Douglas gave me private piano lessons in her home and I was her prized student. I was a child prodigy and–if I could just remember to lift my wrists and keep my posture straight–I was on the path to becoming the next Stevie Wonder or Ray Charles. I was always eager to play for Mrs. Douglas because she had one thing that inspired students to perform at the highest level:

Mrs. Douglas was beautiful.

Even as a ten-year-old, I could see it. Everyone could. Perhaps the best way to contextualize her beauty is to say she was a combination of Thelma and Willona from Good Times. She had a pre-Beyoncé level of fineness that made little boys swoon and little girls belt their hearts out in perfect tune. And, she began every gathering with the Black National Anthem–“Lift Every Voice and Sing.”

It really is a perfect song. God must have laid that on James Weldon Johnson’s heart because, in 169 words, he somehow captured the entirety of the Black experience. The lyrics are at once painful and triumphant without wallowing in our trauma. And when we hit that “Sing a song...” part, we really spill out all of our Blackness. In the annals of Black music, “sing a song” ranks right up there with Frankie Beverly’s “Before I let you goooooooo....” or Ricky Bell’s confession that “it’s driving me out of my mind.” If there’s anything Black America can do, we can sing a song.

Mrs. Douglas did not teach me the Black National Anthem. I have never been in a setting where people actually learned the words or the melody. Everywhere I went, people just seemed to know it. Looking back, this was probably the work of Mrs. Douglas, but for the first ten years of my life, I assumed everyone was born knowing how to blink their eyes, do the Electric Slide, and sing “Lift Every Voice.”

One Wednesday, at the end of our hourlong lesson, Mrs. Douglas gave me a copy of the Maya Angelou bestseller along with the sheet music to “Lift Every Voice,” as if one were necessary to understand the other. She told me that she would be teaching me how to play the anthem for the next few weeks but we could only begin after I read the pages she had bookmarked. In the chapter, Angelou describes her elementary school class singing the Negro National Anthem. I’m sure my piano teacher was trying to stress the importance of the song to our history and culture but all I could remember is Maya Angelou describing her anger after a local school board official denigrated the entire Black race during her grammar school graduation ceremony:

We were maids and farmers, handymen and washerwomen, and anything higher that we aspired to was farcical and presumptuous.

Then I wished that Gabriel Prosser and Nat Turner had killed all whitefolks in their beds and that Abraham Lincoln had been assassinated before the signing of the Emancipation Proclamation, and that Harriet Tubman had been killed by that blow on her head and Christopher Columbus had drowned in the Santa María. It was awful to be Negro and have no control over my life.

It was brutal to be young and already trained to sit quietly and listen to charges brought against my color with no chance of defense. We should all be dead. I thought I should like to see us all dead, one on top of the other. A pyramid of flesh with the whitefolks on the bottom, as the broad base, then the Indians with their silly tomahawks and teepees and wigwams and treaties, the Negroes with their mops and recipes and cotton sacks and spirituals sticking out of their mouths. The Dutch children should all stumble in their wooden shoes and break their necks. The French should choke to death on the Louisiana Purchase (1803) while silkworms ate all the Chinese with their stupid pigtails. As a species, we were an abomination. All of us.

Jesus. Was I supposed to be reading this? Were white people this bad? Was the song this good? And how would this help me play the piano? It did not help my posture at all. I know this was probably Mrs. Douglas’s attempt to ensure that I would thank her in one of the Grammy speeches that I would surely give later in life but, Ma’am...

I. Was. Ten.

Still, enthralled by her beauty and a little disturbed by her reading assignment, I committed to playing the fuck out of that song. And, by “playing the fuck out of that song,” I basically hit the keys harder and with more emphasis (Did I mention I was ten years old?). It was obvious that Mrs. Douglas was pleased. For the next few years, I played “Lift Every Voice” at all the Black functions around town, including Pastors’ anniversaries, cotillions and every Black History Month program. I didn’t even need the sheet music. I didn’t know any other songs. To this day, my entire piano repertoire consists of “Lift Every Voice and Sing.” It was the only song I could interpolate into other keys.

But my favorite time to play the anthem was when Mrs. Douglas’s Combined Glee Club performed. The Combined Glee Club was basically the best singers from the Black elementary schools combined into one choir. Led by Mrs. Douglas, the CGC was the number-one ranked glee club in all of the greater Hartsville area. Not just anyone could be in the Combined Glee Club; you had to be selected by Mrs. Douglas. It was the official verification that you had musical talent. I’m sure some people put it on their college application.

If there was something Black going on, they were invited and those motherfuckers could sing. All of my neighborhood friends were on the Combined Glee Club and my best friend played the drums for them. (Yes, they had a drummer!) The CGC usually performed the Donny Hathaway version of “I Believe in Music” (which, until a few years ago, I believed was a song Mrs. Douglas had penned herself). But their specialty was opening up with “Lift Every Voice.”

If I am being honest, I have to admit that I am a tiny bit afraid of “Lift Every Voice and Sing” in the way that I am afraid of the Holy Ghost or making potato salad for a family dinner. I know how important it is to us, so I am afraid to mess it up. Even though I hadn’t been around white people, I somehow knew it was our song. I had never seen it on television or on the radio. It was like a secret handshake or a fried chicken recipe–It belonged exclusively to us. Plus, if I messed it up, Mrs. Douglas might not consider the marriage proposal I was planning in a few years. Every time I played “Lift Every Voice,” there was a lot riding on it.

When I finally started attending public schools, my mother enrolled me at a predominately white school where I was assigned to a homeroom where I was the only black kid in the class. I’d like to explain how the white kids made racist jokes at my expense but, if they did, I didn’t even notice it. In fact, spending time around white people for the first time at ten years old, I learned more about Black people than I learned about white people.

I had not assimilated the subconscious deference to whiteness that often accompanies being Black. I became acutely aware that white people are not smarter or even more educated than any of the kids in my neighborhood. They were perfectly mediocre. They didn’t know how to double-dutch and they didn’t even have a glee club. In music class, the teacher just passed out instruments and let the kids have jam sessions. How were they supposed to acquire their daily recommended dosage of glee? I was a little ashamed of going to school there, so I led all my friends to believe that I was still being homeschooled until they discovered the truth at the annual Holiday Music Showcase.

Every year, all of the schools would get together for a Christmas program to show off their best musicians and singers. The white schools would have violinists, saxophone players and ensembles playing classical music with terrible basslines. As for my predominately glee-less institution, we learned a special super-Caucasian rendition of “Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer.” I was just thankful that we didn’t have to follow the Negro Mass Choir. They were last on the program.

My white classmates were unmoved as each individual school performed and, with each successive song, I slunk lower in my seat. During Washington Street Elementary’s performance, as they lifted up His name with a perfect a cappella version of “Children Go Where I Send Thee,” a kid sitting behind me whispered:

“Look at all those lips!”

Everyone giggled. I did not.

Our performance was predictably lackluster (probably because I refused to sing). It sounded like an episode of Little House on the Prairie. It sounded like long division. Rudolph’s nose had never been so unremarkable. Had he heard those flat notes wafting through the Center Theater, I’m sure he would have been as ashamed as I was. We trudged back to our seats as the Baddest Glee Club in the Land took the stage for the last performance. Of course, they sang “I Believe in Music.” Accompanied by Mrs. Douglas on piano and my homeboy James on drums, they blew the doors off the place. Even my classmates were impressed because, when they hit one particular a cappella refrain that every Black choir does, my classmates were clapping along. They were off-beat, but they still clapped.

After a rousing round of applause, Mrs. Douglas announced the next song from her piano: “Lift Every Voice.” Of course, all of the Black people in the audience—even the children—stood up. None of the white kids even moved. I was the only person in my entire class who stood.

Mrs. Douglas didn’t play that shit.

She stood up from the piano and glared at the audience as if to say: “You motherfuckers better stand up and show some respect.” I had never seen Mrs. Douglas express anger. And she waited. And the choir waited. She looked. And the choir looked. As she scowled at the audience, Mrs. Douglas saw me standing and smiled. She waved me to the front of the auditorium and whispered in my ear: “You wanna play?”

By the time I sat at the piano and she ascended to the stage to direct the Combined Glee Club, everyone was standing. She looked at me with her usual glance and in one microsecond, my back straightened. My wrists were raised to the perfect 45 degree angle.

And just like that, I was Black.

For the first time since I had read Maya Angelou’s angry words, I was no longer afraid of the song. I don’t know if it was the repetition of playing so many times, or the hand of some unseen thing, but I was suddenly able to play and sing the song simultaneously. And goddamn, did that Combined Glee Club lift their voices. They sang that song.

Our song.

I called Mrs. Douglas today.

I had so many questions. I wanted to ask her why she dragged me around town when I don’t have a sliver of musical talent. I really wanted to know why she made me read that book. I figured she’d tell me something about building my character, giving me a reason to socialize with people my age or how music helps the brain mature. Or maybe she’d make some perfect metaphor about birds in cages.

She did not answer.

I still have a song, though.

We are the song.

[purplesurveys]

1149

A

What is your age? 22, but there’s less than a month to go before I turn 23.

What annoys you? Literally every single person who still supports the government at this point. For context, we are back to square one and we’re under the exact same quarantine imposed in March 2020 because of the surge in cases. Nothing has changed and nothing has been done in the last 365 days while people are getting hungrier and poorer. I’m done feeling hopeful for this country and I cannot wait to abandon it forever.

Do you have any allergies? Apparently, grass. Can’t be exposed to it for too long otherwise the skin on my thighs turn red and occasionally even get rashes.

B

Do you know anyone named Billy? Kind of, but they’re girls with their name spelled as Billie.

When is your birthday? April 21st and spending it in quarantine once again this year...

Who is your best friend(s)? Angela and Andi.

C

What's your favorite candy? I like gummy bears and worms. As for sweets, I really like Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Butterfinger, Twix, and the Hershey’s Cookies and Creme bar.

When was the last time you cried? Maybe a day or two ago while watching a snippet from Caught in Providence.

Have you been out of the country? Yes.

D

Do you daydream? Not so much these days. I’ve been better at keeping my focus at work.

What's your favorite kind of dog? I love alllllll dogs, but I’d usually be wary of smaller dogs because 87% of the times I’ve met some, they’re aggressive or a bit moody. I don’t like stereotyping dogs as much as possible but because I’ve had direct experiences to back it up anyway, *shrug*

What day of the week is it? It’s a Sunday.

E

How do you like your eggs? Scrambled, poached, or an omelette with lots of fillings. Balut is also great.

Have you ever been in the emergency room? Only when I was born, I’m guessing.

What's the easiest thing ever to do? Idk, what comes easy to me might not be the same for others. But my answer would be to smile, regardless if it were genuine or otherwise.

F

Have you ever flown in a plane? Yeah, many times. The child-like excitement I get whenever I get on one will probably never go away, either.

Do you use fly swatters? No, my mom usually uses old shoebox covers or rolled-up scratch papers we have lying around to swat them.

Have you ever used a foghorn?: Only in video games lol, never in real life.

G

Have you pet a goat? I don’t think I have. I’ve pet lots of animals before but I don’t think a goat has been one of them yet.

Are you a giver or a taker? Giver, but I’ve been allowing myself to take more these days.

Do you like gummy candies? Love them.

H

How are you? We’ve entered summer weather now, so I feel hot and miserable. It’s also Sunday and I am stuck at home, which doesn’t make me the happiest camper.

What's your height? 5′1″ or a tiny tiny tiny bit taller than that.

What color is your hair? It’s black but on extremely rare occasions I’ll catch a single light brown strand when I play with my hair.

I

What's your favorite ice cream? Cookies and cream and chocolate chip cookie dough. My friend Leigh actually started her own ice cream shop recently and I bought her coffee crumble ice cream, and it is sooooooooo fuckinggggggggg good??????? It’s so rare to find coffee ice cream where I live period, so I’m fucking stoked to have a close friend who makes literally the best one and in generous servings too.

Have you ever ice skated? Many times as a kid. I was never formally trained, but it was something I wanted to try from watching other kids play in mall ice skating rinks; and when I did give it a shot, I ended up enjoying it. Luckily my mom was encouraging and actually frequently dropped me off at a rink so I can practice gliding and all for a few hours while she ran errands.

Have you cheated the IRS? That’s like an American tax thingy, right? We don’t have that here and my employer handles my TIN.

J

What's your favorite jelly bean? Not a big fan but if I had to have Jelly Belly, I obviously would want to get the pleasant-tasting ones.

Do you tell jokes? Yes.

Do you wear nice jewelry? Only on special occasions.

K

Do you want to kill anybody? I don’t want to kill anybody but I certainly wish a good number of public officials would finally die.

Do you want to have kids? Yes. I really wish I could still have a future with them. Thanks for the trauma, my real asshole of an ex.

Where did you have kindergarten? Somewhere.

L

Are you laidback? I doubt my friends would use this to describe me. I for sure lean more towards the uptight side of the spectrum.

Do you lie? Eh, occasionally.

When is the last time you sent a hand-written letter? I have no idea. Christmas 2019 maybe?

M

Ever talked in a microphone? Sure. Many times.

Do you still watch Disney Movies? I very rarely get in the mood for them if I’m by myself, but yes, I’d gladly sit down and watch should an opportunity come.

Do you like mangoes? No.

N

Do you have a nickname? 99% of people call me Robyn while my family calls me Byn, but there are a select few friends who’ve stayed long enough with me to catch other names I’ve gotten over the years, which have since become inside jokes/nicknames. There’s Reben and Rolayn, and literally just yesterday ‘Roby’ happened when I ordered food for lunch so that will probably catch on as well.

What’s your favorite number? 4.

Do you prefer night over day? Absolutely.

O

Are you an only child? No, I’m two siblings away from that status.

Do you wish this was over? I haven’t felt that way, no.

What is the closet orange object near you? An orange tumbler my Kuya gave me as a Christmas gift in 2019. There is also orange tape wrapped around the charger adaptor of my company laptop.

P

What one fear are you most paranoid about? Waking up in the middle of surgery and being unable to speak nor move.

Do you play any instruments? Nope.

Do you think you are pretty? Some days.

Q

Are you quick to judge people? No, unless they are already blatantly showing their character like being rude towards service staff, tossing their trash to the ground, or cutting in queues. Whenever those things happen I give myself the space and freedom to guiltlessly judge.

What do you keep quiet about? How dysfunctional my family really is, and the things I really want to say about Gabie.

Do you have any quirks? Food-wise, I like peeling off the breading from fried chicken and placing them on the side of my plate so I can eat them last, because they’re my favorite part.

R

What’s a good reason to cry? Frustration. Crying can be really helpful in lessening stress.

Do you think you're always right? No.

Do you watch reality TV? Not religiously, but I love watching snippets of reality shows on Facebook because they’re all so embarrassing and it’s hilarious to watch hahahahah. Literally last night I was watching clips of Big Ed on 90 Day Fiance.

S

Are you a social person? More so now than I was years ago.

What states have you lived in? I lived in Manila briefly but it didn’t take long till we transferred to another city for a more peaceful life in the suburbs.

What is your favorite season? I wanna say winter because of what I’ve seen from it in movies and shows, but I’ve never actually experienced it before.

T

When did you last sleep in a tent? Sometime in March or April last year.

Do you like tomatoes? Mostly in diced form. Tomato sauce is fine but I don’t really like it in my pasta. Bloody Mary also tastes rather awful.

What time did you wake up? 8:30 AM.

U

Do you have an umbrella in your car? I think so, yeah. I finally placed one in there lmao.

Do listen to Usher? Eh, not really. 2000s R&B isn’t my thing, save for Beyoncé.

Describe the underwear your wearing? It’s light blue.

V

What’s the worst veggie? I never learned to like pechay. I’d still eat it, but only because I like cleaning up my entire plate.

Do you like movies with violence? Some. Like I hate action movies but I enjoyed A Clockwork Orange and Scream lol.

Where do you want to go on vacation? I recently bookmarked an Airbnb in Zambales and the accommodation is basically this super cute line of tipi-styled huts by the beach. I'd love to have a solo trip push through once this Covid mess subsides.

W

Ever been on a wave runner? No.

Where do you work? I work in a PR company.

Do you wish on stars? Just sometimes.

X

Have you ever had an x-ray? Only for mandatory medical exams.

Do you own a xylophone? I think I had a toy one as a kid, but it’s not with me anymore.

Have you watched the x-games? No, not interested.

Y

What did you do yesterday? I stayed at home; ordered food for Angela as a surprise; debated if I should buy a pair of Air Maxes – and ultimately decided I’ve already spent too much this month to deserve a new pair of shows lol; and just settled to buy a new night lamp for my bedroom. I also watched the newest episode of 2 Days 1 Night and ate more of Leigh’s ice cream while doing work.

Do you like the color yellow? Only in mustard yellow. I also like the song Yellow, heh.

What year were you born?: 1998.

Z

Do you believe in the zodiac? No.

Has your bank account been at zero? No. I remember when I was first opening my own account at the bank and the clerk told me to make sure I don’t go below P2,000, and my intensely by-the-book ass has been following the rule ever since, even though my dad has told me it’s absolutely fine to go below it so long as I have P2,000 back in the account after a month hahaha.

Ever been to the zoo? A few.

#survey #surveys

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I Could Have Another You In A Minute

Gunnhild+Ingrid (Modern AU)

“To the left, to the left Everything you own in the box to the left In the closet, that's my stuff Yes, if I bought it, please don't touch (Don't touch) And keep talking that mess that's fine But could you walk and talk at the same time And, it's my name that's on that jag So remove your bags, let me call you a cab “

“Irreplaceable” by Beyoncé

(A/N): Hello there lovelies!

I have decided to write a few different fics since we are in pride month, to honor all the different shades of love (I obviously know that this is an extremely commercial thing, but I just wanted you to know that you are more than welcome to request this kind of fics, if you are interested!).

I have another one pubblished on my AO3 (of the same name), and I’ll try to upload it here too!

I hope that Bjorn’s stans will know that this is just me messing around with a ptompt and I don’t mean no offense (although Bjorn to me is like that husband on the show ‘Seeking Sisters Wives’, whose wife broke down crying because she didn’t want a polyamorous relationship and he simply just stood there) (also no offense to polyamorous relationships, this isn’t my intent, and I do think that show portrays ‘poly-love’ in the worst way possible).

I really hope you’ll like this idea, although it is different from my usual, and if you end up actually liking it, please do give me some feedback, if you feel like it.

Feedback always helps us writers in feeling motivated and writing more, so if it pleases you, don’t forget to leave a comment or a reblog, if you liked it.

Feedback makes our heart beat and our fingers write faster!

Have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Cheating, Slight Mention of Sex, Slight Misogyny (Girl-On-Girl Hate)

Gunnhild hadn’t thought this day would come.

Certainly, she hadn’t thought that a man like Bjorn with two previous disastrous marriages would have been truly faithful to her till death did them apart.

But at the same time, she hadn’t thought it’d happen this soon.

And in this way.

She had started noticing Bjorn straying away from her bed and her arms, but she hadn’t thought much about it, mostly because they had both always been pretty independent from each other, something she had prided herself with.

Which turned out the same thing that had brought her husband away from her.

Making him tired of her.

Alongside the pretty blonde thing that had been keeping company at him by night.

Her name was Ingrid.

She was the secretary at the corporation Bjorn ruled over, after he had been able to disentangle it from his younger brother’s hands, mostly thanks to Gunnhild.

It felt strange for her to see that so many things that she had done being the ones that had pushed Bjorn in Ingrid’s awaiting arms.

Almost as if she had been the one pushing him in them.

She was a pretty thing, certainly a bit younger than Gunnhild, and immediately the wife had known what her husband had seen in his lover: the promise of a renewed youth through her thighs and her pretty smiles.

She had once caught Bjorn in such a ritual, pushing himself as some graceless boar between the thighs of the slender woman, in a way that had made Gunnhild question if this was the way he also acted with her in bed.

If she had been simply too blinded by the need to please him, to make him feel like she enjoyed truly rusty bedroom antics to notice how truly awful Bjorn looked, old and almost funny in his search for eternal youth.

That had been the first time she had caught them, together, in his office.

And at first, she had hated Ingrid with all her heart.

She now recognized that it had been one attempt to shift the blame away from the man who had done the true act of betrayal, because although it indeed took two to cheat, it was her husband who had decided to fall in the temptation of a pretty face.

He should have known better.

He had a devoted wife.

Somebody who had given up her entire career to be with him.

Gunnhild, fierce and strong Gunnhild, one of the best lawyers in entire Norway if not Scandinavia, had decided to become a soft-spoken trophy-wife for Bjorn Ironside, taming the wildness in her wicked ways that her previous husband had loved so so much.

The result had been awkward.

She wasn’t well-liked in the social circles.

She wasn’t one to smile at photographers or to hold her tongue, meanwhile Bjorn and his colleagues spoke of the latest harassment lawsuit they had avoided with a hefty sum.

It was tiring on the long run.

But for a long time, she had blamed for it.

But she had thought it would have made Bjorn happy.

It would have made him stop his antics of chasing skirt after skirt.

She had also used this to justify Bjorn’s cheating ways.

So, for a long time, she had been quietly raging against Ingrid, meanwhile her husband chased her skirt, but didn’t decide in the slightest to end things with Gunnhild, keeping her good and at his own use, anytime he needed.

But it was all coming to an end.

She could feel it.

This was simply a temporary situation.

So, she hadn’t been surprised when Bjorn had asked to talk about the ‘Ingrid’s situation’.

But she hadn’t expected to hear what he uttered.

‘I want her and you’ he had spoken almost as if he should have been flattered of it ‘… she is… she is what is missing in our relationship’.

And those words had been her blessing.

Those words had opened her closed eyes.

And she had realized that it had been Bjorn who had been missing something, not her.

Because she had been happy in this relationship…

… most of the time…

And if something was missing…

… it wasn’t Ingrid.

He would have chased again new skirts and new women, after her.

No matter her.

No matter if Gunnhild accepted this or not.

He liked the thought of being able to pry away the innocence of the most resilientgirls  like he had done with Gunnhild and he enjoyed even more the thought of silly young things like Ingrid flocking at him in admiration, like a small girl that had to learn the world.

And he was the solely one who could teach her.

But it was all huge bullshit.

And she had finally realized it.

‘Honestly Bjorn… I don’t think that it’d be fair…’ she had spoken and immediately Bjorn had started pleading and then he had pouted, almost as a silly child, who had been denied his favorite toy.

But Gunnhild slept lovely at that sound.

As she planned her own revenge.

If Bjorn wanted to chase youth through the things of some basic secretary, why couldn’t she do the same.

With the same girl.

The following morning, she had blamed her own bad humor and answer to her period, knowing that Bjorn wouldn’t have questioned such thing.

He never questioned anything as long as it profited him.

‘But I’d like to know more of this Ingrid before agreeing to this lifestyle’ she had spoken, as they ate breakfast, enjoying the way Bjorn’s face crooked in a confused expression ‘… I haven’t seen much more of her than her ass, and I’ll have to soon share an house with her and an husband. I’d like to test if she is a proper addiction to our life’.

She had particularly enjoyed the small bicker that had ensued after, as Bjorn tried his best to mark up his authority, suggesting there was no need for such a control, but in the end the strenuous lawyer, that Gunnhild was, had won her also this case.

And the chase had begun.

Ingrid, at first, had seemed wary of her and her nearness.

Certainly it wasn’t an everyday thing that the wife of your lover came to your house for an afternoon tea with no desire to slap you as in the worst telenovelas or beg you to leave her husband alone.

Gunnhild had simply told her Bjorn’s plans, insisting on a few details…

… intimate details that had left Ingrid a bit hot on the cheeks.

And she had enjoyed the sight of it.

Maybe a bit more than it was proper for her plan.

But soon it had all started its motion, as she made sure to pass more and more time with Ingrid, making her feel comfortable in her presence, to the point that anybody in a crowd would have thought that they were the bestest of friends.

If not straight up girlfriends.

And it was nice that Ingrid seemed far more than the typical ‘I fuck the boss’ girl.

A good dash of wickedness in her eyes held an ambition that spoke directly to Gunnhild’s own heart.

‘I’d like to be something more than a secretary, but…’ she had once mentioned, meanwhile they drank a coffee after one of their shopping trips (she and Gunnhild seemed to get an immense satisfaction at wrecking Bjorn’s credit cards) ‘… but it isn’t easy, when you don’t have the connections and people see you as too pretty than to be anything but  a wife’.

It had seemed strange to hear that Ingrid had problems like that and something in Gunnhild had softened, and the artificial interest she had been having for their last meetings had become more genuine, till the point that Gunnhild had started becoming more and more interested in Ingrid.

She wanted to see the woman behind the cover of the ‘perfect girl’ she put up.

Something that could have completely ruined her plan.

Hence on one of their ‘dates’ she had asked Ingrid.

‘Tell me something, Ingrid, and don’t even try to lie’ she had focused her steely eyes on the beautiful blonde woman in front of her, who, in her favor, hadn’t backed down from the other woman’s stare, leaning in instead ‘… do you have any intention of using my husband?’.

She had seemed truly shocked by her insinuation and for a moment Gunnhild had thought that she had undervalued Ingrid’s interest and ambition and then the woman had breathed.

“Yes, I do” and it had been almost as if Pandora’s vase had opened “… he doesn’t see me as anything more than a pretty decent fuck, he has been lurching off me for the fucking energy that I give him, for the status of having such a young lover, why should I not take something from him, as well? This way we’ll both gain something from it’.

And Gunnhild hadn’t ever smiled larger.

‘Well then I have a proposition for you’.

They had brought themselves away from Bjorn’s grasps, denying him constantly the pleasure of your intimacy, meanwhile some sort of intimacy grew between them, to the point that a clumsy kiss happened, after too much wine and a few laughs to Bjorn’s expenses, on a retreat in Ingrid’s apartment.

‘You see me’ Ingrid had spoken ‘… you have your eyes open even when they are closed, and you see me as more than a pretty face’.

‘I see you as the devious minx that you truly are, Ingrid’ her words were aggressive, as the kiss she planted on her lips ‘… and I like it very much’.

And they had found themselves in bed.

And Ingrid upon her had looked like a true masterpiece.

And felt even better.

Bjorn the following day had found the divorce papers already signed.

And a special text from Ingrid.

Gunnhild now had her eyes open now and she never intended to go back to when they were closed.

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BRITISH VOGUE BITS: 80K Bees That Produce Hundreds Of Jars Of Honey A Year – This Is Why Beyoncé Is QUEEN B!

Beyoncé graces the cover of not one, but three covers of British VOGUE’s December 2020 issue – shot by 21-year-old photographer Kennedi Carter. Inside, the global superstar shares some interesting details about her personal beehive and how she’s handling the COVID-19 pandemic. Get it all inside…

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                  @Beyonce stars on three special covers for the December 2020 issue of #BritishVogue. She speaks to Editor-In-Chief @Edward_Enninful about everything from the recent racial and social justice movements, to her personal legacy and why she has finally decided to “give myself permission to focus on my joy”. Read the full interview and see the 20-page fashion extravaganza photographed by Kennedi Carter in the new issue, on newsstands and available for digital download Friday 6 November. #Beyonce wears all @MuglerOfficial. Photographed by @InternetBby and styled by @Edward_Enninful with hair by @JawaraW and colourists @Rachel_Bodt and @ShirleyGHauteHair, make-up by @FrancescaTolot, nails by @OhMyNailsNYC, set design by @StefanBeckman and lighting direction by @_Wordie. With thanks to Beyoncé’s personal stylist @ZerinaAkers, her tailor #TimWhite and publicist @YvetteNoelSchure; Parkwood Entertainment creative director @KwasiFordjour and creative producer @LaurenLaLaBaker; Satellite414 founder @CarlitoF8; @TravisKiewel and @RobFamous for @ThatOneProduction; and Vogue entertainment director-at-large @JillDemling.

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  Beyoncé Knowles-Carter didn’t have to slay this hard, yet we’re here.

Mrs. Carters graces not one, but THREE individual covers for British VOGUE magazine’s December 2020 issue. And she ATE, per usual.

In the cover above, Bey rocked an elastic-nylon mesh bodysuit, which is made up of 64 panels and took more than 100 hours to sew together, by Mugler creative director Casey Cadwallader. It’s a piece the designer had been working on since Thierry Mugler handed him the reins to the house in December 2017.

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                  “Something cracked open inside of me right after giving birth to my first daughter. From that point on, I truly understood my power, and motherhood has been my biggest inspiration.” In the December 2020 issue of #BritishVogue, mother and megastar @Beyonce speaks to British Vogue Editor-in-Chief @Edward_Enninful. See the full story in the new issue, on newsstands and available for digital download Friday 6 November. #Beyonce wears an organza coat, catsuit, and custom-made hat all @Adidas x @WeAreIvyPark, with @JimmyChoo shoes and @LorraineSchwartz jewellery. Photographed by @InternetBby and styled by @Edward_Enninful with hair by @JawaraW and colourists @Rachel_Bodt and @ShirleyGHauteHair, make-up by @FrancescaTolot, nails by @OhMyNailsNYC, set design by @StefanBeckman and lighting direction by @_Wordie. With thanks to Beyoncé’s personal stylist @ZerinaAkers, @MarnixMarni, her tailor #TimWhite and publicist @YvetteNoelSchure; Parkwood Entertainment creative director @KwasiFordjour and creative producer @LaurenLaLaBaker; Satellite414 founder @CarlitoF8; @TravisKiewel and @RobFamous for @ThatOneProduction; and Vogue entertainment director-at-large @JillDemling.

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                  “It would be difficult to experience life in a pandemic and the current social unrest and not be changed. I have learnt that my voice is clearer when I am still.” For the December 2020 issue of #BritishVogue, the powerhouse that is @Beyonce talks family, fashion and philanthropy with @Edward_Enninful and gives a rare and rounded glimpse into her world. See the full story in the new issue, on newsstands and available for digital download Friday 6 November. #Beyonce wears an @AlexanderMcQueen jacket, @AtsukoKudoLatex hotpants and @LouboutinWorld shoes. Photographed by @InternetBby and styled by @Edward_Enninful with hair by @JawaraW and colourists @Rachel_Bodt and @ShirleyGHauteHair, make-up by @FrancescaTolot, nails by @OhMyNailsNYC, set design by @StefanBeckman and lighting direction by @_Wordie. With thanks to Beyoncé’s personal stylist @ZerinaAkers, her tailor #TimWhite and publicist @YvetteNoelSchure; Parkwood Entertainment creative director @KwasiFordjour and creative producer @LaurenLaLaBaker; Satellite414 founder @CarlitoF8; @TravisKiewel and @RobFamous for @ThatOneProduction; and Vogue entertainment director-at-large @JillDemling.

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  For the shoot, Bey was adamant she wanted a young, black photographer to catch her angles for the shoot and that’s exactly what she received. 21-year-old photographer Kennedi Carter, a fine art photographer from North Carolina, was tapped for the shoot and she NAILED it.

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                  a butterfly landed on me today, great things are coming

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  In the cover story, the mom-of-three revealed she has two actual beehives in her backyard that produces hundreds of jars of honey a year. Not her fan base BEYHIVE – real beehives! She told British VOGUE editor-in-chief Edward Enniful she started the hives to help her daughters Blue Ivy & Rumi, who both suffer from bad allergies.

”I know it’s random, but I have two beehives. Real ones. I’ve had them at my house for a while now,” Bey explained. "I have around 80,000 bees and we make hundreds of jars of honey a year. I started the beehives because my daughters, Blue and Rumi, both have terrible allergies, and honey has countless healing properties.”

Yep, the REAL Queen B!

In the cover story, Bey also talked about how she’s adapting to the COVID-19 pandemic. "I’ve decided to give myself permission to focus on my joy," she sared.

Do you feel changed as a person by the events of 2020, and if so in what ways?

Absolutely changed. It would be difficult to experience life in a pandemic and the current social unrest and not be changed. I have learnt that my voice is clearer when I am still. I truly cherish this time with my family, and my new goal is to slow down and shed stressful things from my life. I came into the music industry at 15 years old and grew up with the world watching, and I have put out projects non-stop. I released Lemonade during the Formation World Tour, gave birth to twins, performed at Coachella, directed Homecoming, went on another world tour with Jay, then Black Is King, all back to back. It’s been heavy and hectic. I’ve spent a lot of time focusing on building my legacy and representing my culture the best way I know how. Now, I’ve decided to give myself permission to focus on my joy.

Have these months perhaps also changed you as a parent? How do you talk to Blue Ivy about current events, and what is your advice to parents in the same position, trying to impart the hard realities of our time to their children?

I have become a better listener. Blue is very smart, and she is aware that there is a shift, but it is my job as a parent to do my best to keep her world as positive and safe as can be for an eight-year-old. My best advice is to love them harder than ever. I let my children know that they are never too young to contribute to changing the world. I never underestimate their thoughts and feelings, and I check in with them to understand how this is affecting them. Blue saw some of the reactions to the “Brown Skin Girl” video, as well as some of the videos from the philanthropic work I’ve done this year. When I tell her I’m proud of her, she tells me that she’s proud of me and that I’m doing a good job. It’s teeeeeew much sweetness. She melts my heart. I believe the best way to teach them is to be the example.

You have been such a vocal advocate for change, offering your support during a tough time for so many families, especially those who have disproportionately suffered during the Covid-19 pandemic. It has been inspirational. How do you see your work as an artist and the way you use your voice in activism spaces working together?

I try to think of the most productive way I can help. I was able to work with my Church in Houston, Texas, my mother and Jack Dorsey [CEO of Twitter] to set up testing for a lot of Houstonians, especially those in economically challenged areas, who more than likely had no access to testing at the time. I worked with a local hospital in Houston, supported them with supplies and whatever they needed to best treat those infected. It was heartwarming to see the photos from the testing sites and to read the letters from the people who were high-risk, due to pre-existing health conditions, who were able to recover and return home safely from the hospital. I was fortunate to help even more people with funds raised from the “Savage” remix with Megan Thee Stallion. We donated the proceeds to support Covid-19 victims. I did the same thing with “Black Parade”. It’s been a year of service for me.

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                  A surprising fact about @Beyonce? “I know it’s random, but I have two beehives. Real ones… I have around 80,000 bees and we make hundreds of jars of honey a year.” In the December 2020 issue of #BritishVogue, #Beyonce talks to @Edward_Enninful about what makes her proud, how she celebrates Christmas with her family and one very surprising – but then again, entirely fitting – hobby that keeps her busy. See the full 20-page fashion story in the new issue, on newsstands and available for digital download Friday 6 November. And click the link in bio to read the full interview now. #Beyonce wears @Adidas x @WeAreIvyPark jacket and shorts, @YSL by @AnthonyVaccarello shoes, @Wolford tights and @LorraineSchwartz necklaces. Photographed by @InternetBby and styled by @Edward_Enninful with hair by @JawaraW and colourists @Rachel_Bodt and @ShirleyGHauteHair, make-up by @FrancescaTolot, nails by @OhMyNailsNYC, set design by @StefanBeckman and lighting direction by @_Wordie. With thanks to Beyoncé’s personal stylist @ZerinaAkers, @MarnixMarni, her tailor #TimWhite and publicist @YvetteNoelSchure; Parkwood Entertainment creative director @KwasiFordjour and creative producer @LaurenLaLaBaker; Satellite414 founder @CarlitoF8; @TravisKiewel and @RobFamous for @ThatOneProduction; and Vogue entertainment director-at-large @JillDemling.

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  And then we learn, Bey is just like us in many ways:

Beyoncé, we all believe you can do everything. Is there anything you cannot do?

I’m always losing my phone in my house or office, and I never know where my keys are. My phone is always dead. I get days and dates confused all the time, but guaranteed, I’ll remember every detail of a conversation, what you were wearing or how your hair was styled. It’s absolutely ridiculous.

This I must know – what is your favourite Texan delicacy?

Wow. That’s tough to pick one favourite. It’s good eating in Texas! I love Cajun seafood at Pappadeaux. The barbecue in Texas is mmmm. So is the Mexican food and the soul food. We ate soul food every Sunday after church. There was nothing better than when a little bit of candied yams got on your oxtail and macaroni.

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                  “Fashion was a place of escape for me. Every Friday, my kids and I would dress up and take each other’s pictures. It became an opportunity to handle this crazy year together.” Throughout the making of #BritishVogue’s December issue cover story, @Beyonce told @Edward_Enninful she had a very important goal: she wanted to have fun. See the full 20-page fashion story in the new issue on newsstands and available for digital download Friday 6 November. And click the link in bio to read the full interview now. #Beyonce wears a @ChristopherJohnRogers dress, @AgentProvocateur crystal thong and @LorraineSchwartz necklaces. Photographed by @InternetBby and styled by @Edward_Enninful with hair by @JawaraW and colourists @Rachel_Bodt and @ShirleyGHauteHair, make-up by @FrancescaTolot, nails by @OhMyNailsNYC, set design by @StefanBeckman and lighting direction by @_Wordie. With thanks to Beyoncé’s personal stylist @ZerinaAkers, her tailor #TimWhite and publicist @YvetteNoelSchure; Parkwood Entertainment creative director @KwasiFordjour and creative producer @LaurenLaLaBaker; Satellite414 founder @CarlitoF8; @TravisKiewel and @RobFamous for @ThatOneProduction; and Vogue entertainment director-at-large @JillDemling.

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  We also learned what Christmas 2020 will look at the Carter household:

And lastly, what will Christmas look like this year for you and your family, and are you looking forward to it? What’s your favourite family tradition?

My twins are three and now they are old enough to understand Christmas. I love Christmas. We decorate cookies and ornaments. We also collect ornaments with everyone’s favourite things. We decorate while jamming to Christmas music. Blue leaves milk and cookies for Santa, and always leaves the most beautiful letters for him. We get up early and open presents and then we have a big lunch with all of our family. I love the joy and wonderment of children on Christmas. It makes me feel like a kid.

Aww! Tooc cute.

You can read the full interview here.

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Self-Fulfilling Destruction

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Ships: Mysterio x Reader, Reader x  Quentin Beck Words: 1,323 Warnings: Mild Spider-Man: Far From Home spoilers, manipulation, mentions of erection Category: Angst if you squint Summary: “No one on this Earth would put themselves in this much danger for people they’d never met.” You replied, directing your gaze into Quentin’s eyes like a moth drawn to a flame: destined for self destruction in the most self-fulfilling way.  “Yeah, well,” Quentin raised his free hand to your face, pushing a loose strand of hair, that had escaped it’s tight bun, behind your ear. “Some of you aren’t just people.” 

It was all going to plan. Fury suspected nothing and, in all honesty, seemed relieved that the one primary avenger wasn’t just a pubescent teenage boy. And as for that child, Peter Parker, who was barely out of his acne stage, looked more than happy to find another father figure as all his previous ones had unfortunately perished. 

Quentin would have almost felt bad about the manipulation, if he had cared that much.

“Mr Beck, this is Agent [Y/LN] and she’ll be showing you to your temporary accommodation,” Fury voiced with ever present authority in his tone. Quentin was about to wave him off until he saw you with your hand outstretched.

“Mr Beck, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” You declared with a slight upturn to your lips that didn’t evade Quentins notice. “I’m a big fan of your work, sir.”

“Oh really?” Quentin replied with a quirk to his eyebrow. He surveyed your form briefly, almost as if appraising an object for auction. 

“Agent [Y/LN] has been tracking the Elemental attacks since they first started. She’s the one who brought you to our attention.” Fury fixed you with an almost parental gaze of pride. You gave a modest smile.

“Your work would’ve caught up by the Shield radars eventually.” You shrugged. 

“I should be thanking you,” Quentin replied, a crooked grin gracing his lips. “Without you I may not’ve been able to team up with shield.” He inched almost imperceptibly closer to you. “You may have just helped save your planet.”

“Oh, Mr Beck I don’t-” You began, a light blush rising to your cheeks. 

“Please, call me Quentin.” Beck leaned on the table as he watched you look back to Fury for directions. 

Quentin wanted to reach out, take you by the chin so your gaze would meet his pale sapphire one. You should be looking at him not Fury. Not the old man who had stayed alive thus far due to sheer luck. No matter, he would be dead within the week and Quentin would be right there next to you, a shoulder to cry on after the final Elemental attack took a deadly turn. Yes, he would bide his time and soon you would be his: in mind, body and soul.

“Mr Beck?” A distant voice murmured from the corner of his mind. “Mr Beck? Quentin?” The sound of his name on your lips, the way your tongue caressed the syllables was enough to send the blood running to his cock. 

“Sorry, just got distracted for a second,” Quentin smiled, hoping the lust in his eyes had diminished. 

“It’s fine!” You rubbed the back of your neck nervously, you were obviously not the sociopathic super-soldier that S.H.I.E.L.D usually favoured. “If you’d follow me I can take you to your quarters.”

“My pleasure,” Beck replied, his voice soft as honey-suckle.

You took Beck through a door off the main operations room and into what seemed like an old, drained sewer. Despite the more than unsavoury thought of what may have ran through these tunnels when they were in use, Beck kept his eyes on you. The way your hips swayed and how the intermediate lighting bounced off your skin. God, how he wanted to throw you against the wall and fuck you until you forgot your own name. How he would claim you, make sure that everyone knew you were his. His. Quentin Beck’s. 

Mysterio’s.

“So, how’re you enjoying our Earth so far?” You smiled, your voice light as you turned back to look at Beck. “Is it much different to yours?”

“Well,” Beck smiled, “I haven’t had that much time to enjoy all the cultural aspects of this place so far.” There was a glimmer of humour in his pale azure eyes and something else he hoped you wouldn’t recognise. “You know, fighting Elementals and all.” He shrugged easily as you rubbed your temples.

“Oh God, yeah- Jesus it’s been a long day.” You chuckled. “Sorry, forgot you hadn’t had the free time to experience Beyoncé yet.”

“Beyoncé?” His brows knitted together, hoping it was a convincing reaction to hearing the legendary singers name. “What’s that?”

“She’s only the best musician of all time!” You exclaimed, your eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“You’ll have to show me her,” Quentin replied as they moved around a corner. “You know, when all this is over.” He winked and that ever so pleasant blush rose to your cheeks again.

You stopped in front of an iron door with cold, fluorescent lights flickering above you. The sudden halt brought Quentin standing just in front of you, so close that you had to tilt your face upwards to look him in his mysterious eyes. So close that he could feel the heat radiating off your body. 

It pleased him that you refused to take a step back.

“So you think we’re gonna win?” You asked after your initial embarrassment had subsided.

“After what happened on my Earth…” Quentin made sure to, seemingly subconsciously, twist the ring on his finger. Your eyes darted toward the movement. “We need to win. I won’t have any more families destroyed.”

“I’m so sorry.” You reached out your hand and took his. 

Your fingers intertwined with Quentin’s, the pad of your thumb danced across the sensitive skin of the palm tantalisingly. Your hand was far smaller than his and slightly clammy to the touch. Obviously you were nervous about finally seeing the man you’d researched tirelessly in the flesh. Quentin could hardly blame you as he plastered an appreciative smile on his face.

“Thank you.” He squeezed your hand, hoping you would take this as a sign of gratitude and not just him attempting to continue contact with you. “I just… I miss them.” Lies, lies, lies. Like  spider spinning its web.

“I can only imagine.” Your brows knitted together in concern as you traced patterns on the back of his hand. “You’re so strong, for doing this. For helping us.”

“No… it was the right thing to do. Anyone would do it if they knew what I knew.” 

God, he could barely keep the smile from his face as you ate up his lies readily. Obviously, S.H.I.E.L.D agents didn’t have much time for a love life as you continued the prolonged contact with the predator.

“No, you’re wrong. At least, no one on this Earth would put themselves in this much danger for people they’d never met.” You replied, directing your gaze into Quentin’s eyes like a moth drawn to a flame: destined for self destruction in the most self-fulfilling way. 

“Yeah, well,” Quentin raised his free hand to your face, pushing a loose strand of hair, that had escaped it’s tight bun, behind your ear. “Some of you aren’t just people.” 

Quentin watched as you visibly shivered, a delicious reaction and the one he was looking for. Your eyes were wide at his words, your pupils blown to the edge of the iris. He could almost taste the desire on your breath as you exhaled. It was like a gateway drug and somehow he knew he would come back for more.

“Uh,” You finally stepped back, withdrawing your hand from his with only a touch of resistance on Quentin’s end. “Anyway- this is your room.” You gestured widely at the door adjacent to you both, now suddenly refusing to meet Mysterio’s gaze. 

It agitated him.

“I’ll be looking forward to continuing our conversation, Agent [Y/LN].” Quentin smiled as you moved back down the corridor. 

“Thank you, Quentin.” You replied, still refusing to meet his gaze as you scurried off.

Quentin watched you go, waiting until you had turned a corner before entering his small, dark room. Though the accommodations were less than ideal he would not be thinking of that in a few short minutes. 

No, he would simply be thinking of you.

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Miss USofA Diva Nationals 2017

             March 5-7 2017, Miss USofA Diva Nationals

Nationals is a big deal, and the fact that I qualified was amazing. There were 24 that qualified and 23 showed up to compete for the National title. I left on March 2nd and we arrived there early March 4th (the day before the pageant and the day of the “sash” party). Our plan was to be on time and we were early. Arriving in Dayton, Ohio, it was snowing. It wasn’t heavily snowing, but it was the only the fourth time I’d seen snow. Twice in Corpus, once in San Marcos, and once in Ohio. Jackie, Levi and I all went to eat at Bob Evans, since it was literally in front of the hotel and we had to wait a little bit for our room to be “ready.”

After “breakfast” and checking in, I rested all day, I found myself rested after an eventful trip. After resting, I dressed for the Sash Party. The sash party is an event (usually before the pageant) where everyone meets and mingles. Most of the time, this is where meet our fellow competitors for the first time-unless you’ve met them previously. (i.e. at a prelim or the year before). That day we had pizza and drinks and it was our treat. It was great and even my friend Sara from Kentucky came by. She used to live in Corpus, but she moved to Kentucky with her boyfriend. She drove to Dayton and hung out with us afterwards in the hotel room. At the dinner, I received my 2nd alternate sash for Iowa there, and I was happy, a memento of my USofA Journey for the 2016-2017 season.

Then, it was time to rest for Nationals. Nationals is three days. The first two nights are what they call “prelim” nights and the last night is the “final” night, where they announce the top 12, the top 12 compete in evening wear and talent one more time, to determine the winner. But if you choose to, you may swap your evening wear/talent for a different or better one. Most top competitors have a “prelim” evening wear/talent and a final night one, just in case they make finals. However, if you feel like your talent is strong enough to win, you are not “required” to change it. But most do. Pageants are not cheap (trust me I know) and I’ve seen people change their evening wear/talent for final night and win and some do not. However, most people’s strategy these days is to be “clean” prelim night (to make top 12) then go big for final night. However, sometimes it is better to go “all out” both nights, because truthfully you only get once chance to impress at Nationals. For, what if you do not make finals? It truthfully depends on the person.  Nothing is guaranteed or truthfully you never know who is going to bring on that day. Some people use the same talents from prelims, some do not. It is really on the person and what the judges see.

Registration was noon on the 5th of March. We would check in, draw our numbers and the promoters of Nationals-Devin and Gage would give a speech about being at Nationals. (Levi told me that part) But sure enough, he was right about that. The “best in the country” and “honored that so many were able to make the journey” The journey was 22 hours by driving but it also took me three prelims, thousands of miles across the country to be there.

The way preliminary nights work is that divide us into groups. This year, there are four groups. Day 1 group 1 and 3 do interview and evening wear, and groups 2 and 4, compete in prelim talent. On Day 2, it is the reverse, group 2 and 4 compete in interview and evening wear, and group 1 and 3 compete for talent. I drew contestant number 13, group 3. So, on day one, I would knock out two of my categories.

Once I knew my position, it was time for me to head back to the hotel, and Sara De La Hoya, my makeup artist, did my natural makeup and my hair in a bun. I wore my black and red suit, tights, and heels. It looked very professional, and some of the other girls were dressed similarly. I went into interview, and I still had nerves. I remember talking about my journey (doing three prelims, trying to feature myself, and so on). I also was asked questions about the USofA system-how the scoring works, etc. I felt like that was one question that I knew well. After my interview, I had to rest a bit and then prepare for evening wear that night. My evening wear was purple iridescent gown, that my drag sister Jackie and I stoned fully. I mean, it was a lot of work to stone that gown. And as expected, it looked stunning on stage. In fact, I even had the matching jewelry and shoes. I stoned the shoes and Jackie and I did the gown. It was stoned with ab crystal stones and I was so glad that I decided to do that. I ended up wearing that gown and even though it was not “creative” it was so gorgeous, and it fit me well, minus a few things that could have been altered, but we ran out of time to do so. My evening gown music was “Halo” by Beyoncé. I ended up being cinched to the Gods. I modeled the gown, walked the runway and did one last model before finishing my gown category.

After gown, I changed in my walkaround dress and I could enjoy the rest of the pageant, the remaining entertainment as well as group 2 and 4’s talents.

After the pageant, we were finished by midnight, and ended up going to Steak and Shake for a late-night dinner. It was delicious and after that we were exhausted and ready to head back to the hotel, for tomorrow would be yet another busy day.

Day 2

Day 2 started off with talent soundcheck, as I had talent on Day 2.  I witnessed so many wonderful talents during the rehearsal. I marked my talent, to save my energy for that night’s show. I will say that Nationals is exhausting. A few tips: If you’re a

Diva/Mi or any pageant contest, please make sure you eat a good meal, get a good night’s sleep and DRINK LOTS OF WATER. You will sweat a lot, especially backstage. I hardly ate on Day 2 and but I was able to eat a couple sandwiches after going back to the hotel room. Then, it was time to be painted for prelim night two for talent. Sara did my makeup for talent, and I had plenty of time to “enjoy the show” while I waited for my turn. After evening wear and several talents, it was my turn.  My talent was the same, as before, the SNL skit, and it went well, at least in my opinion. A few of my press-on nails flew off during my number. I mean, even with super glue, it can happen. Nothing is truly fool-proof. After everything was finished, night two was over. And it was time for another night of rest, before final night.

Final Night

Final night day, they had a luncheon and announced prelim night awards. I unfortunately did not receive any awards in my group. But having group or category awards prelim night does not guarantee you a place in the top 12. So, for all of you are wondering how scoring works as far as final night and prelim nights go. Prelim nights are cumulative Each judge can give 1-12 points in evening wear/talent and the most one can receive total is sixty points (a perfect score) . In talent each judge can give 2 to 24 points. The max you can receive total is 120 pts (which is a perfect score). It’s based on everything the judges look for in each category. The highest and lowest scores are dropped as well.On final night, however, you are judged against your competitors. Final night is comparative. So, for example, if a judge has you 1st in talent, you will receive 24 pts from that judge. Sometimes they agree, sometimes they do not. It truthfully depends on the judges.  

Comparative  Scores

Talent  (2-24 from each judge)

Evening  Wear (1-12)

 1st  24 pts

1ST  12 pts

 2nd  22 pts

2nd  11 pts

 3rd  20pts

3rd  10pts

 4th  18 pts

4th  9 pts

 5th  16 pts

5th  8 pts

 6th  14pts

6th  7 pts

 7th  12 pts

7th  6 pts

 8th  10 pts

8th  5 pts

 9th  8 pts

9th  4 pts

 10th  6 pts

10th  3pts

 11th  4 pts

11th  2pts

 12th  2 pts

12th  1pt

Of course, your final score is based overall, from all judges. It doesn’t mean you’re “bad” because you get 12th at Nationals. It just means on that day, someone was better but you made the top 12. However, there are some exceptions, in classic, where pageants are “one night only” they end up using the comparative-as they are competing one night. If there are 14 contestants then it’d be 1-14, 2-28, I think.  And for Diva 2020 Nationals, there would be only one night, but we shall get to that later.

On Final night, during the day, we have a quick presentation rehearsal, then we get two minutes to mark the stage in case, we make finals. We were instructed to come in our presentations and leave our “final night” package in the car, if we make finals.

Turns out, I did not make top 12 at Nationals. Was I upset? Disappointed? Could I have done better? Yes, yes, and yes. However, this year, truly was a trying year, as I reached my goal-I went to Nationals and represented well. I would watch the top 12 battle it out and in the end Seduction Dickerson won, with Ruby Scott (from Texas, yay) 1st alternate and 2nd alternate went to Jamison St. James.

I knew I would take any critiques and apply to my next season. It was back to the drawing board and back to competing again for next season. One critique that I received from Tommie Ross was that I wasn’t “being myself” in my interview. I should’ve worn a dress, similar to what I wore in my talent. I wore a suit because that is what most people wear to interviews. But maybe that was a wrong approach. I’d soon learn that I need to be myself. Easier said than done. I looked professional, yes, and truthfully, none of my critiques in interview have been about wardrobe. That ended up being something I worked for next season-but again that ended my 2016-2017 season.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 53)

"Chats, Flights & Late Night Delights"

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Colson is immovable in the back of the uber. The driver waits patiently while Luna calls Benny. She can't lift Colson sober, let alone walk them while they're both drunk.

Benny comes to save the day, helping Luna and Colson inside and the upstairs. He drops a drunken Colson on the bed to Luna's grateful, slurred Thank Yous.

Colson knocks out again once he hits the bed. She pulls both their clothes off before falling hard next to him. Drunk and tired, she passes out quickly.

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They sleep late. Colson waking before Luna. He slips out of bed and into the bathroom for a morning piss. Walking out of the bathroom, Luna's naked body in bed catches his eye.

She's so fucking beautiful...." He thinks to himself. "Fuck, I don't remember coming home last night..." Knowing he has to fly out today... "I'll book a later flight and let her sleep for a bit..." He decides. Not knowing of she's coming to Cleveland with him or not.

He pulls on black joggers and a black T. He heads downstairs for coffee. Leaving Luna to snooze away.

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Benny and Slim are in the kitchen.

"Yo." Colson greets them tiredly while grabbing coffee.

"Yo." They both reply.

"Luna got me FUCKED UP yesterday." He says into his cup after sitting down with his friends at the table. He sparks a joint.

Benny laughs. "I know, Dawg. You couldn't even stand. She had to call me to get you into the house."

"Fuck." Colson rubs his face, trying to circulate blood through it. He passes it to Slim.

"Where'd y'all go?" Slim asks, hitting the joint. He's seen Kells hungover before but this is Top 10.

"Everywhere." A smile plays on Colson's lips as he remembers yesterday. "We walked around Downtown, sharing a bottle, hitting different famous spots." He yawns. "It was REALLY fucking cool. SHIT!!!" He pulls his pant leg up. Grinning, he shows them his new ink. "And got we tattooed!!" He laughs.

Looking up from the blonde haired woman in the moon Kells now has tattooed on is calf, Slim asks as he hands of the joint to Benny. "What she get?"

Taking a second to remember, he grins. "A machine gun."

Slim shakes his head and laughs. "Y'all motherfuckers might as well just get each other's names tattooed on you."

"Nah... There's no originality in that." Luna startles them as she comes into the kitchen for coffee. She doesn't sleep well without Colson.

Wearing one of his long T shirts and her sunglasses, she slides in next to Colson at the table.

"Morning, Bunny." She kisses him on the cheek. "How are you guys?" She asks, sipping her coffee before she lays her head down on the table.

She's met with a "Good." from Slim and a "You aight, Brooklyn?" from Benny.

"Mhm. Just slowly dying." She says lifting her head off the table. "Thanks for your help last night." She answers Benny, taking her glasses off to rub her eyes for a minute before she puts them back on. Benny passes her the joint

"No problem." He laughs.

"Was I really that bad?" Colson asks.

"Yes." Benny and Luna state automatically making Slim and Colson laugh. The joint continues making it's rounds.

"I don't know, Man. I didn't see you." Slim continues to laugh, putting his hands up.

Luna lays her head against Colson's arm. "What's the last thing you remember?" She asks him.

"Tattoos. No. The graveyard. No. Dinner. I remember eating. I had a steak and mashed potatoes, right?" He looks down, asking her.

She closes her eyes behind her glasses trying to remember what she ate herself. "I don't know. I forget what I ate myself. Do you remember giving your number out to the fan?" She lifts her head.

"What!?" He asks confused.

"Yeah, some kid asked us for a picture and you gave him your number, telling him to text it to you. Check your phone." She tells him. The joint's made its way back to her. It's small. She hits it once before putting it out.

He does and sure a shit there's a crazy picture of Luna laughing with Colson's head cut off from a random number.

"You almost shook the uber driver to death when Bad Things came on too." She laughs. "You were so fucked uuuup."

"How were you not as fucked up as I was??" He asks her, puzzled.

"Because I banged that Add earlier..." She tells him.

"So did I?" He argues.

"You do them almost everyday, I don't." She shrugs.

"Whatever." He yawns again, kissing the side of her head. "You got plans?" He asks her.

"Me?" She looks around, confused.

"Yeah, Asshole." He laughs at her.

Her glasses are back off, rubbing her face now. "Uhhhh... I have to be in Minneapolis by Monday morning. Me and Ash have a radio interview and then she's got that free show at The Armory. We've gonna perform Nightmare for the first time." She tells him while yawning herself.

"You don't need to rehearse?" He asks her.

"Enh. It's one song. We'll run through it Monday beforehand." Luna tells Colson.

"Wanna come to Cleveland with me? I'm gonna have dinner with Case and Em tonight then take Case to see Captain Marvel tomorrow."

"Uhm. Fuck yes. She's only the greatest super hero in the MCU."

"I don't know about all that..." Colson dismisses her.

THIS leads to a 10 minute argument over who's better in the MCU between Luna, Colson and Slim.

"She has all the power of Tony's suit in her BO-DY." Luna argues, rolling her eyes.

"Y'all are some fucking nerds." Benny laughs at them.

Luna sucks her teeth. "I'm done arguing. You all are dumb and should know by now." She quotes Beyoncé. "Who run the world? Girls." She tells Colson and Slim flatly as she gets up for more coffee to their laughter.

Sitting back down, she lights another joint. "You book a flight yet?" She asks Colson.

"Nah, I'm a do it right now." He tells her as she passes the joint.

They chat more, passing the joint around. Everyone else is flying back to Cleveland this coming week too. The tour kicks off in less than 15 days. They'll run for a month, take a break and then hop back on. It's gonna be a long, exciting summer they all agree.

Standing at the sink together, Colson tells Luna "Stark would kick Danvers ass." With a smirk.

"I'll kick your fucking ass." She replies, cocking her head back and biting his arm.

"AHHHH!!" He laughs and goes to grab her but she's taken off.

He catches her in the living room. Throwing her over his shoulder.

Giggling she's tries to get out of his grasp. "Get off meeeee!!" She cries pulling her shirt over her ass as he carries her upstairs.

"No!" He smacks her hands away, then slaps her ass. "It's shower time." He tells her to her sighing submission.

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In the shower Colson washes Luna's new tattoo. "I fucking love it." He tells her, kissing the middle of her back after rinsing her off. "Your shoulder's looking good too."

This catches her off gaurd. They don't really talk about her shoulder. The night it happened being a sore subject for them both.

"Yeah? What makes you say that?" She asks.

"I'm just looking at it. You're supposed to see the Doc again on the 15th but we'll be on tour. I'm gonna have Ash figure out where we'll be so I can have him meet us." He tells her.

His concern melts her heart. Turning around she kisses him passionately. After breaking away, she runs both thumbs alongside his jawline. Staring into his eyes, she tells him she loves him before kissing him deeply again.

Their kisses make his dick grow. He moves his mouth to her neck. Gripping her body tight under the warm water, he kisses her all over as she moans and pulls at his hair.

"God, I want you off your fucking period." He says, sucking on her wet body.

"I know. We should be good by Monday." She breathes heavily.

"I want you NOW." He says firmly as he spins her around carefully. Leaning into the wall, she bends over for him. He runs his finger down the middle of her back, giving her goosebumps before he slides his dick inside of her.

Luna moans at the size of Colson's cock. Her nails scratch the shower wall as he thrusts himself into her. She's always been greedy with his dick, pushing him deeper into her with her hips. Fucking him backwards.

"Kiittenn..." He moans, pulling her hair back with one hand as the other rests on her hip. Pushing off the wall she slams her ass harder into him. Feeling her walls clench around him and body flush, she bucks harder.

"I'm gonna FUCKING cum, Colson!" She pants as her legs start to shake before her body explodes and her mind goes blank.

As she cums, she hears Colson in the background cum with her. Head spinning, she rests it on the shower wall. Colson lays his warm face on her bare back.

Both breathing heavy, trying to catch their breathes. They stay there for a moment as usual, exchanging I love yous and a kiss to her back as always.

"My fucking vagina is gonna fall off one of these days." Luna thinks as her head still dances from her latest orgasm.

Out of the shower Colson dresses Luna's shoulder and puts Eucerin on her tattoo.

She catches him smiling in the mirror.

"What?" She asks, amused.

"Nothing..." He meets her eye through the mirror making him grin "You got me tattooed on you."

Luna raises her eyebrows and puts up 2 fingers. Chuckling, she says "Twice."

"Twice." He nods, still grinning.

She leans her neck back as he bends down from behind to kiss her before both smiling as the continue on.

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Having checked her phone before leaving, there was a group text from Pete with Ashley. Details on locking them into next Saturday. As Colson and Luna chat on their flight to Cleveland, she remembers text.

"FUCK, I haven't mentioned shit to him yet." She thinks, irritated by her forgetfulness.

"Hey!" She interrupts whatever he's saying. "I'm sorry, that was rude but I need to tell you before I forget again."

"Hunh?" He asks her.

"Uhm. Nightmare got booked for SNL next Saturday. I requested you and the guys over the house band and got it.... I probably should've asked you first but will you do it?" She asks him, giving him a beaming 'please bunny' smile.

Colson laughs. "How do you forget SNL?" He asks her "No, like seriously?"

"I don't know? It was more Ash and Petey pulling it together. Like, she's co-hosting and shit. I'm just popping in for Alabama." She explains.

"Why aren't you hosting?" He asks her, not thinking.

Luna recoils from Colson. "Doooo you know who I am? I am NOT trying to be all up in that shit. That's totally Ash, Man." Luna inhales with eyes wide looking at him like he's crazy.

"Yeaaah, I guess that was a dumb question." He laughs at himself.

"Yeah." She confirms, nodding while laughing with him. "Sooooooo... SNL next Saturday?" She asks again.

"Oh... Fuck yeah!" He exclaims, remembering their initial conversation.

Shooting finger guns at him, she teases while smiling "Ha! Ha! You forgot too!!"

"Fuck you." He laughs. Then is back with "SNL. Cool... Yeah." Nodding at her with an amused smile. "Why'd you ask for us?"

He's always inquisitive of why she does shit.

"Cuz you cut the record with me. Duh." She laughs, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. He side eyes her. "..... And you're my boyfriend. Youuu dealt with the craziness that came along with all of that. Helping get mine and Ash's vision out there to help people, so of course" she reaches for his hand "I'm always gonna ask to have you with me for something big, when it comes to Nightmare. To me, that's as much you guy's record as ours. We all created it together and considering the context of it, I think that's important as hell. Plus, you're who I feel comfortable playing it with." She tells him with a shrug and a honest expression. Sweetness twinkling in her blue eyes.

Colson smiles and leans in to kiss her.

"I love your logic." He tells her.

They're due to land soon and are headed directly to Casie and Emma's for dinner. Anticipating the quick switch over, Luna's dressed casually in black skinnies and an oversized sweater.

There's never any shortage of conversation between Luna and Colson.

She goes on to ask about Casie coming to participate in the SNL gig too. She was in the video after all...

Colson telling her they should ask Emma first. Luna thanking him with excited kisses before they prepare to land.

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Arriving for dinner, Casie answers the door excitedly. Happy to see them both.

"DADDY!! LUNA!!" She shouts, throwing her arms around both of their legs.

Laughing, Colson scoops her up to kiss her Hello to her delighted squeals. "DAAADDYYY!!!" She laughs out with him.

Luna's stuck in the door frame, enjoying watching them.

"Hey!!!" Emma calls out, coming in from the kitchen. "I'm sorry it's a mess, you guys, let her in the door.." She laughs coming to help Luna.

It is not a mess.

Everyone's giggling as they finally come inside the house.

"How are you?" Luna and Emma greet each other warmly, both asking about the other.

Colson and Casie are rambunctious. Wrestling all over the floor.

"Wanna go into the kitchen with me? Away from these crazies." Emma laughs to Luna, pointing at the handsome man playing with his child on the floor.

Luna could watch Casie and Colson together all day. Before Emma asks, she had grabbed a shot of them that makes her heart skip a beat.

"Sure!" Luna agrees, popping her camera away before following Emma into the kitchen. Leaving her heart with them.

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Emma offers Luna wine, which she happily accepts. Asking if she can help, Emma says yes, please, with the salad. Looking at Emma, Luna gets a little nervous as she peels and cuts up vegetable.

"We haven't spoken since brunch." Luna starts off. "I never got to ask your opinion of Nightmare...."

Emma's fussing with pasta water. "Oh! I'm sorry!!! Congratulations! I know it's doing really well!!" Emma turns to hug Luna.

While hugging Emma back, Luna starts to say "No.. No.. No.. How did you feel seeing Casie in it? As she pulls out of the hug to look a the little girl's mother.

Emma smiles at Luna's thoughtfulness. "I LOVED it!" She tells her with a squeeze before both turning back to their food duties.

Emma continuing.

"I think it was a really great experience for her to meet all those women and to know she's apart of such a powerful song. Because GIRL, we bang it when we rage!!!" Emma's laughter and candour reassures a now laughing Luna.

"That's really great." Luna beams. "I have another question... We got booked for SNL next Saturday and I was hoping you'd let her be onstage with us. Colson and the boys are our band so she should feel totally comfortable... If she wants to do it....." Luna's talking quickly as she does when she has ideas buzzing.

Emma can feel Luna's nervousness as she slices through a cucumber. She finds it endearing.

"What would she do?" Emma asks.

"I figure, draw her own picture or sign and at the end hold it up between Ash and I. Her own thoughts, her own ideas about the song. Unfiltered." Luna explains her vision, tossing the cucumbers in the the salad

Emma gets it, nodding. She really likes that Luna is interested and mindful of Casie. How she thinks to include her in important, appropriate ways.

"We'll ask her at dinner." Emma tells Luna to her giddiness.

Cheesing, Luna kisses Emma on the cheek to her surprise. "THANKS!!" She exclaims to Emma's chuckle.

Setting the table together, they touch base on more details. Casie fly out with Colson and Luna Friday after school. They'll all stay with Luna's grandmother and be back Sunday. In time for Casie to be settled and prepared for school on Monday. Emma's content with the plan.

"I'll be watching in support!" She beams at Luna.

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Dinner is delicious.

Emma made a Ricotta & Spinach stuffed Chicken Parmesan with pasta.

They enjoy wine bread and salad with it.

Emma and Luna mention SNL to an imprssed Colson and confused Casie. Once explaining it to Casie, she's over the moon. Colson still impressed that Luna talked to Emma herself. He appreciates Luna's independency and the women's growing friendship.

They finish up dinner, Colson helping Emma clean up as Luna helps Casie pack.

Hugs, kisses and Thank Yous are given before Colson, Casie and Luna head to his house.

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Back at Colson's, they change, get comfortable, find a movie to watch but have no snacks. Changing again, off to the super market they go.

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The three of them are silly in the store. Playing White Tiles are Lava. Each hopping from square to square, Luna and Colson catch eyes. Smiling  at Casie's happiness.

Luna hides behind as display case. Scaring both Casie and Colsin to their delight as they run away. Luna catching and tickling the giddy little girl.

They grab ice cream, cones, toppings and head to the bakery for chocolate chip cookies. Luna jump teasing a shrieking Casie along the way.

At the bakery, Luna stands very still with her hot chocolate.

To Casie's leeriness, the little girl creeps closer and closer as Luna pretends to stare off. Once within in reach, she bops Casie's arm.

"YOU'RE IT!!" Luna declares to the little girl's squeals and giggles as they play tag. Luna letting her catch her easily but always acting shocked when she does.

"They're too fucking cute!!" Colson grins to himself. Love washing over him as he watches his girls play around and enjoy each other.

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Back at house, ice cream-cookie concoctions in hand, the three of them curl up in the couch. Casie in the middle.

They pop in The Emoji Movie. Colson and Luna laugh their asses off along with Casie. It's not long before she falls asleep between them. Resting comfortably against her dad. Colson reaches his arm across the top of the couch, touching Luna. She looks up to his smile and an I love you. She returns both.

They finish the movie together. Colson carrying Casie to her bed.

Coming back to find Luna, he guides her to his bedroom. This is her first time being here.

They cuddle together getting high, talking about Casie, SNL and other things.

They finish the joint and he cradles her face. Kissing her sweetly, thanking her for coming, telling her how much he loves her and is so grateful for how she loves Casie and gets along with Emma.

Heart and body flushed from his words. She kisses him deep into his soul. Exchanging her love and gratitude as well. Telling him there's no place she'd rather be with sweet kisses.

They light another joint. Cuddling, burning and watching Big Mouths before falling asleep together contently in each other's arms.

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To be continued......

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[eldritchsurveys]

668.

When was the last time you ate out for lunch? >> Well, I went to my favourite bar on Thursday at around noon and I had some food while I was there. What color was the last swimsuit you wore? >> --- Is your dream job attainable? >> --- Have you ever been to an auto show? >> Nope. Have you ever wondered how flies get away from being swatted so quickly? >> Actually, someone told me just last night -- it’s because they can feel the air currents or whatever it’s called, from the object coming towards them. I guess flyswatters are made in a way that mitigates that, so they don’t sense it so quickly? Honestly, I just wish flies could just... sense that the window is open and fly towards that instead of buzzing around my room irritating me........

Have you read a newspaper today? >> No. What was the last thing you cooked for dinner? >> --- Do you live in the city/town you were born in? >> No. Can you remember the last song you listened to? >> No, but Last.fm does. It was Apeshit by The Carters (Beyoncé and Jay-Z). Do you have to go to school or work tomorrow? >> No. Have you consumed dairy today? >> I haven’t consumed anything yet. Have you slept for longer than usual today? >> No, I slept for less time than usual. I swear, any time I go to bed a little later than usual, or eat too close to bedtime, or anything, it’s like my brain throws a tantrum and refuses to sleep properly. Annoying. Have you ever been to a drive-in theatre? >> No. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? >> Yes. Have you consumed alcohol today? If so, what? >> I haven’t consumed anything, it’s like 8 AM. What’s your go-to website when you’re really bored? >> TV Tropes is one. The SCP wiki is another. Who was the main cook of your Thanksgiving meal last year? >> Sparrow’s mother cooks [most of] the Thanksgiving meal. Do you have a passport? If so, how many stamps do you have in it? >> No. Have you ever been dumped really harshly? >> Probably. Have you ever taken classes for a musical instrument? >> I took classes for bass guitar for a brief period of time. Have you ever been on vacation with someone other than your family? >> I’ve only been on vacation alone or with Sparrow. Do you live with your parents? >> No. Are there any embarrassing school pictures of you anywhere in your house? >> No. Can you do a blackflip, or anything else of that sort? >> LOL blackflip. No, I can’t do flips in general, the only one I can do is a cartwheel. What moment in your life have you been most scared? >> I don’t know. Maybe when I was todash. Do you have any exes you can’t stand anymore? What happened to cause you to feel that way about them? >> Sure. They treated me poorly and refused to take responsibility for it, what else? Do you ever make your own surveys, or just take them? >> I just take them. What would your parents do if you told them you were pregnant right now? >> --- Have you ever actually thought you were pregnant? Were you? >> Yes. Yes. Are you more of a phone or a computer person? >> I prefer the full keyboard and big screen on a computer. But the convenience of a phone (especially for reading and listening to music) is not to be denied. Do you like to cook, or do you prefer when other people cook for you? >> I prefer being cooked for. Which works out, because Sparrow loves to cook. How old do you think you’ll be when you move out on your own? >> LOL Do you have a job? If so, where do you work? If not, do you want one? >> I don’t have a job. No, I don’t particularly want one. Have you ever ripped your pants in public? >> Not to my recollection, but maybe. Do movies such as ‘Saw’ and ‘The Grudge’ scare you easily? >> No. I don’t watch them to be scared, though, so it doesn’t matter. Who do you talk to the most on MSN? >> --- How many best friends do you have? What are their names? >> --- What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever been dared to do? Did you do it? >> I have no idea. Do you know anybody who has a birthday today? >> No. When is your birthday? How old will you be? >> 28 May. I will be 33, which is also the title of a jaunty Coheed & Cambria song. Do you change the radio stations repeatedly in the car? >> We just listen to Sparrow’s iPod or my phone in the car. Can you drive? >> No. I mean, I know how it works and I’ve done it before, but I can’t do it well enough to get a license. Have you ever thought someone was talking to you, but it turned out they were on the phone? Did you play it off? >> Yeah, that used to happen a lot when they first started making Bluetooth devices, lmao. Sure I played it off, what else am I going to do? What do you consider to be a good grade? What do you consider to be a bad grade? >> --- Have you ever had a teacher who hated you? >> Maybe. I think teachers mostly just didn’t understand me. Can you remember who your grade 5 teacher was? Did you like them? >> Vaguely. I think she was nice enough. What’s your favourite TV show? >> Carnivale is one. In your opinion, who is the best looking celebrity out there at the moment? >> --- Do you like peanut butter cookies? >> Not necessarily. Do you know anybody that has severe allergies? >> Yeah. Do you have an iPod? How many songs are on it? >> No. Who was the last person you slow danced with? >> --- What was the last song you listened to on repeat? >> Dead of Night by Orville Peck. What’s your favourite song at the moment? >> I haven’t really thought about it, but the aforementioned is a strong contender. Do you prefer headphones or earbuds? >> Headphones. Do you ever ride the city bus? How much does it cost you? >> Yep. It costs $1.75 per ride. (Compare that to NYC, which costs, what, $3/ride now? If not yet, it will cost $3 soon.) How do you get to school? >> --- Speaking of school, do you like it or hate it? >> I did not enjoy it and I am glad it’s not a part of my life anymore. Are you a social person? >> I mean, sure? I have moments of sociability. Are you reliable? >> I can be. What person/people do you trust the most? >> Hm. Do you say ‘like’ a lot? >> Fairly enough, I guess. What is the last book you read? Did you enjoy it? >> The last book I finished was Son by Lois Lowry (the last book in the Giver quartet). I did enjoy it. Do you buy CD’s anymore, or just download the songs? >> No, I use Spotify. What is your favourite beverage to have in the morning? >> Tea. Do you scream out the answers while watching game shows on TV? >> I don’t really watch game shows.

Who in your life do you care about more than yourself? >> --- Would you ever consider adopting a child with a severe mental illness? >> No. I myself am not mentally equipped for that. Do you have a brother or a sister? If so, are you close with them? If you are an only child, do you ever wish you had siblings? >> --- When was the last time you were with all of your best friends? >> --- Do you ever go into photobooths? >> No. Do you waste money on unnecessary things? >> No. Which wild animal would you most like to have as a pet? >> I would like wild animals to stay wild, actually. What bill do you hate paying the most? >> I definitely do not love paying any bill.... What’s the best place to eat a romantic dinner? >> I’m the wrong person to ask. When is the last time you got drunk and danced on a bar? >> I’ve never danced on a bar. Name of your second grade teacher? >> Ms... Condor? Something like that. What do you really want to be doing right now? >> There’s nothing else I feel like doing more than this. What did you want to be when you were growing up? >> --- Gas prices…first thought? >> They’re high? Compared to what they were when I was a kid. If you could move anywhere and take someone with you, who and where would it be? >> --- Last thought before falling asleep last night? >> I don’t remember. Favorite style of underwear? Favorite style of underwear for the opposite sex? >> I like boys’ briefs for myself. I don’t care what other people wear. What errands or chores do you despise? >> Any of the “wet” ones -- bathroom and kitchen chores, in other words. Your favorite cartoon character? >> Stitch is one. Favorite non sexual thing to do with girl/boy? >> --- A secret that you wouldn’t mind everyone knowing? >> It wouldn’t be a secret if I didn’t mind other people knowing. What was your first car? >> --- Your best YO MAMA joke? >> I don’t tell those. Remember that show, though, with Wilmer Valderrama? Wild. Beach or lake? >> Beach. Who do you stalk on Facebook? >> No one. Favorite guilty pleasure? >> --- Favorite movie you wouldn’t want anyone to find out about? >> I’m really not ashamed of anything I enjoy, guys. I refuse to be. I’ve been shamed enough by other people. What’s your drink? >> Absinthe. Do you cheer for the bad guy? >> I sure do, a lot of the time. What Hollywood star do you think resembles you best? >> --- What do you want to do when you are sick? >> I don’t know, I’m like never sick. Who from high school would you like to run in to? >> --- What famous person would you like to have dinner with? >> --- What famous person would you like to sleep with? >> --- Start a new career, or relationship? >> No. Do you go to church? >> Nope.

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[samedischoolblog]

My good God ! What have I gotten myself into !? I thought it would be an easy transition from high fat and high salt (basically junk food) to no junk, low fat and low salt. But my word, it proved to be so difficult. No one tells you that transitioning from an unhealthy diet to a healthy one is a difficult task. This transition is difficult not only on your body, but on your spirit too. I wanted to debrief on my #21daychallange experience after the 10 day mark because I was feeling the heat. But, I didn’t post the original debrief. And then, On day 17 I sat down and added a few things to the mix as well. Only now that I am done, will I give a consolidated view on everything that has happened in the past 21 days.

I noticed that this year my physical activity dropped with an increase in my junk food intake compared to other years. Doing medicine and learning about the effects of lifestyle choices on disease triggered my decision to change my lifestyle. However, because procrastination is king, I didn’t jump straight into a lifestyle change. The day I began, came as a surprise even to me.

How I began this challenge was actually quite random and unintentional. I was minding my business and using the gram. And then as I was exploring, I saw a video on Beyoncé’s journey to fitness for Beychella. I thought , because I am such a huge Bey fan, this decision, although impulsive, would actually be a good idea. I mean if Bey did it, who am I not to at least give it a try... hmmm, if only it would turn out to be that easy.

Making the decision to do a challenge was the easy part, I mean it was just a decision to be made no actions come with a decision. I also knew that eventually I would do it, even though the when part, was yet to be determined. Nonetheless, care free and with no serious commitment looming, I drew up a plan. This plan was very ambitious on my part 😂😂 but I was told to dream big, and that if my dream didn’t scare me, it wasn’t big enough. So as the ambitious child I am, I was planned and ready to go. What I had not decided on, was exactly what I would eat, when I would start and the small details. Funny enough, this didn’t deter my progress too much because majority of my work was dependent on cutting out unhealthy foods and replacing them with healthy foods.

I delayed starting the challenge for about a week, and on one afternoon, I just decided that I would give this thing a shot. And indeed, that evening I made myself a salad for supper. No food deliveries or anything along those lines, I literally just ate my greens, and went to bed. When I say I woke up hungry the next morning, it’s the biggest understatement ever! I woke up to a growling stomach and I was sure that I was going to give up. But by some miracle, I didnt quit. I kept going, day to day preparing breakfast (muesli and yogurt mostly), my lunch (whatever it was), a snack and supper (sometimes). As the days went by, I lost my appetite at night and would have something light like toast or crackers and especially cashews 😍. I completely cut out junk food, fizzy drinks and fatty food in general. It was not easy on my body, this food mind you has been fueling me since January and this sudden change was difficult.

On the first few days, I was always hungry 😔, always craving fatty, or sugary foods. Which of course should be expected from such a sudden change. What made matters worse was that my spontaneous ass did not read about the side effects before she began the journey. I just jumped right in and hoped for the best. Which is not always the best approach to things. Something I learnt the hard way.

People hardly focus on the difficulties faced when they undergo processes. And usually as onlookers, we look for the results rather than the process, but I noted some challenges I faced in the challenge :

Hunger and fatigue are the first signs you notice after the diet 😂

Healthy food is actually quite expensive when you’re a student. Especially because you need to keep buying fresh food per week. So if you want to try this have a strict budget and strict plan of what you’ll eat on a weekly basis to try by all means to save cash.

A lot of things will work against you. Like the fact that you need to be full and awake for school, so maybe start this challenge during school holidays so that you may have some momentum when you return to school.

I’ve been mentally documenting the things I’ve been going through and what stands out is the hunger and the fatigue on the first few days, compared to a full turn around of energy and feeling fuller for longer in the remaining days. It’s as if my body got tired of complaining and just went with the new program. Another thing that I’ve learnt is that the term trust the process has so much power. Any situation can make a complete turn around, all it needs is time. Give it time and follow through while the process takes it turn. There are some things that only hunger can teach like how you need to compartmentalise your thoughts. Remove unnecessary thoughts because you don’t have the energy for them anyway, and focus on thoughts that fill you even without physically eating.

Who knew a diet could open your mind to reason differently and reflect. I sure didn’t . But, I’ve learnt a lot from this challenge and I hope that I can impart these lessons into my daily life. I have two checklists of lessons. Those from day 10 and those from day 21.

On day 10, this is what I thought would be a good debrief/ advice for anyone keen on doing this extreme sport :

The first few days have been the hardest. Beginning something new is difficult, but I guess that’s how the cycle of new beginnings goes.

Eating healthy takes a lot of creativity, especially because you need to create combinations that taste good enough to eat, fill you enough and keep you filled for as long as the junk food did.

Waking up early in the morning is not diet related, I need to start an new 21 day challenge just for that !

Old habits die hard, although I haven’t had a major cheat day, I still have moments where I look at my Uber eats app and pretend as though I’m about to order something.

I guess since I’m at day 10, I might as well just continue and finish this thing .

Now that it’s day 21 I can actually say I’ve realized a couple of things about myself:

I can be consistent if I really put my mind to it (I may need to make a 21 day study challenge).

Dieting is not only emptying your body of unhealthy food. But when you’re hungry and tired in the first few days, you learn to conserve your energy and use it for important things. It might be necessary to take a diet of negativity. Take up only positivity for 21 days and conserve your energy for the good things in life.

Planning the meals everyday helped me manage my time. Every meal I made needed to be cooked or prepeared before hand. With less time to do things, I rearranged my energy and put it into the important things and removed unnecessary time wasting activities.

Do not give up. Ever. You did a full 21 days and you didn’t give up. So there is no need for you to give up.

Here’s a bit of my journey in pictures 😊. Not too bad if you ask me.

Q: Would I do this again ?

- probably not 😂. It’s a lot hey. I would only do it again if my health depended on it. Otherwise I’ll just opt for lighter challenges like recycling or something 😂

[uclaradio]

Interview with City Girl

Interviewed by Jennifer Liaw

album art for Time Falls Like Moonlight, by vickisigh

City Girl is a rising LA-based lo-fi/chillhop producer that incorporates a lot of soft piano and guitar intertwined with electronic beats and vocals. Starting out on Bandcamp and Soundcloud only 10 months ago, they now have three albums out on Spotify, the latest being Time Falls Like Moonlight, released in April.

Tell us a bit about yourself. Where did you grow up? What was growing up in that city like?

I grew up in California close to LA. To be honest once I found music I never really went outside. Before that I was just playing video games and watching cartoons. I guess the internet was more of where I grew up, as opposed to any geographical place.

What music did you listen to a lot growing up? What were your favorite artists back in like middle school, for example?

In middle school it was John Frusciante, all day everyday. Something about his guitar playing really inspired me. It was soulful and beautiful and just felt perfect, like every note was exactly where it should be. In high school my music taste exploded, but John Frusciante was the majority of the first music I learned and played.

Tell us a little about how City Girl first got started.

I uploaded on the train somewhere between my apartment and you 10 months ago on Soundcloud and just emailed a bunch of Youtube channels that were taking submissions. Aurarian music accepted that first release and put it out on Youtube and got the ball rolling so City Girl could get some attention back when it was only 10-20 followers.

How did you come up with the name City Girl?

To be honest, its in honor of “City Girl” by Kevin Shields from the Lost In Translation soundtrack. I’m a huge My Bloody Valentine fan and that song of his is just so amazing.

When did you first start making music? How did you get into it, and how did you first learn how to produce a beat?

I got into guitar playing when I was 12 or so. I just played because my older brother had a guitar. I took it and just Googled how to play guitar and taught myself songs and chords. It was the most fun I’d ever had. It felt so special. I didn’t start producing for like another seven years though. I would just record onto a Tascam tape recorder and jam with friends in garages. I had friends who made lofi beats waay back when it was like CULP and Simo and Onra and john wayne and stuff, but I never got into it, I was more focused on improvising and expanding my musical repertoire in a more performance-focused way.

Are there any instruments that you would like to try out incorporating into your music that you haven't tried yet?

I want live drums but I live in an apartment. If I could record drums that would be so cool, since I play drums too and I miss it badly.

Where do you usually record your music? Describe your studio space to us.

It’s about five feet no joke from my bed haha. It’s a desk and a midi keyboard and some guitars and other little instruments like the melodica. I have speakers and an old mic. It’s super cozy, my bedroom at my apartment is just covered with vickisigh’s art, like everywhere you look it’s just cute sexy ladies in pastel colors, I love it.

vickisigh’s (Vicki Tsai) artwork, from her instagram

How would you describe the lo-fi/chillhop genre and subculture to someone who’s never been exposed to it?

It’s just a bunch of people who love making music on their computers, and to be honest only one percent is unique and actually worth your time, but the same goes for all genres, 99 percent of it is just not that good. I would be more specific but at this point lofi stands for so so much that you can’t really go much further than that.

What do you think of the lo-fi hip hop/chillhop genre in general? It's really popular right now what with the YouTube 24hr lo-fi hip hop studying beats stream and the Spotify lo-fi hip hop studying beats playlists as well... There's literally probably thousands of really similar chillhop producers on SoundCloud... does that ever make you feel swallowed up, in a sense? Or does it feel more like a really large community? How do you try to stand out as an artist among all these other producers?

It’s a tough question to answer, because you can go from quickly, quickly to in love with a ghost and still call it lofi if you want to. These artists share playlists together and Youtube mixes. Who’s to say quickly, quickly isn’t just jazz? Who’s to say in love with a ghost isn’t just electronic music? It’s not so much a genre as it is a movement of instrumental music becoming the focus itself rather than the singer/rapper. Staying unique seems simple to me as I grew up playing and learning music by ear, so I just follow my interests/inspiration and play whatever seems cool.

Which artists would you say are your biggest inspirations or that you're just blown away by and really admire within your genre? How about outside of your genre?

Well in love with a ghost stands out, like most peeps I found them on Youtube. All the tracks from Let’s Go and Healing by them are amazing. Just super cool textures and melodies, really lovely and creative music. Kupla is amazing too, he’s an amazing piano player, all of his music is great. Outside of my genre I’d say Sheena Ringo, especially her album Kalk Samen Kuri no Hana - it’s pretty much game over, this album does everything better in every regard imaginable than any other music I’ve heard. Don’t know if you can get access to it in US tho, the copyright lawyers are hard at work on this one.

What artist outside of the lo-fi hip hop genre would you really really love to collaborate with? Can you describe the kind of track you'd want to make with them?

With anyone, well shit Beyoncé right? I mean she’s the best vocalist alive next to Frank Ocean. I would just want to make something really beautiful, some In Rainbows type stuff.

Being an artist based out of Bandcamp/Soundcloud in this day means a lot of your career is kind of born out of the internet. What are your favorite and least favorite parts about the internet and spending so much time on the internet/interacting with people on the internet/sharing yourself through the internet?

I love the internet because I can share whatever I want when I want. I don’t feel a lot of pressure because I don’t have any personal accounts on social media and never have, I always just read a lot of books and listened to records and stuff. I’m sure some people think it’s mysterious or whatever that I never cared for social media, instead opting to just read Sartre or watch old movies, but nowadays all I do is make music and play Skyrim so it’s all good. The internet gives me access to all that goodness so I can find it offline.

What are your top five favorite artists right now?

Tom Misch, Swell, quickly quickly, in love with a ghost, and Sam Gellaitry

What are your top five favorite female artists?

Sheena Ringo, Beyoncé, Aivi Tran, MISO (from club eskimo - a collective including Crush, Dean, offonoff, 2xxx!, millic, and more), and tiffi.

Do you have a favorite spot in LA that you wouldn't want to share with anyone else?

Wherever YAYAYI and JALENTUNA happen to be any given saturday night in k-town is a pretty special vibe that honestly can’t be shared even if I wanted it to be. God there was this $5 flat pho place on Western Ave. that was run by this old couple but it closed like 5 years ago, that was the best place ever and it straight up was ALWAYS empty, no one ate there. I think it was like Pho 36 haha one of those LA pho places that has a random number after it.

What are some things that you really enjoy doing for yourself? When you need to take a day for yourself, what are things that you'll usually do?

Skyrim is a go-to. It’s usually video games but a lot of times it’s just making music. You gotta understand music is like an addiction to me. I never stop thinking about sounds and I feel uneasy not making music.

So we know you like video games… what are some of your favorite video games of all time? Do you have any funny anecdotes from playing games online with strangers?

Favorite of all time is Psychonauts. Such a creative game and Scott Campbell’s art is the absolute bee’s knees. Right now my favorite is Skyrim as mentioned. I love RPG and adventure games, the immersion gets me good. I loved games growing up, played anything. I have a lot of anecdotes about gaming but I honestly can’t think of just one. Haha well when Xbox Live came out online gaming was brand new and I remember my dad getting on the headset asking people not to cuss (since I was just a kid) and THEY STOPPED. They were like “Oh sorry dude we didn’t know there were kids playing we will keep the cursing to a minimum.” Can you imagine that nowadays? It would never happen. That shit still blows my mind.

Do you play Fortnite? If so, what are your thoughts on it?

I played Fortnite with Chance, thrash, and Maru the other night and I hate it so much lol. The vibe is so terrible, the aesthetic makes me want to barf it’s so ugly. That was the only time I’ve really played it and it hasn’t been on my mind, the itch isn’t there so I guess no hype for me.

What are your favorite K-Pop bands or members?

SNSD was the OG. That old video of Sooyoung going “OP-EHHHH! OP-EH EH EH EH EH” lol that shit is so funny. I don’t follow it much anymore but MISO is the queen right now, she’s the best. I watched all of Jessica and Krystal when it came out too, that’s good stuff.

Ok I also saw on Twitter that you have a cat... tell us about your cat!

Ah yes, Seymour, the Russian Blue. He is a very handsome and beautiful man. He is a shadow in the night. Every part of him is gray except his lil tongue which is pink and his eyes which are green. He lives at my parents house so I don’t see him except at holidays, but he is my good soft boy. I think of him very often.

art from Snow Rose, by vickisigh

What would you say is your favorite track that you've produced?

“Anything Like Her” with tiffi is prob my fav. Tiffi is so cool and that song is really different sounding from other City Girl songs so I think it’s cool.

What is your favorite track off of Time Falls Like Moonlight?

“Sunset Lullaby” is probably my favorite. The second half with the acoustic and electric guitar just feels really special.

What was your inspiration for Time Falls Like Moonlight?

I make so much music, the inspiration doesn’t really ever make sense, I am inspired by everything in each moment, I am inspired by my own passion to make music. Not understanding what is going on is really important to how I work, it makes things exciting. I just want the music to make people feel loved and understood for who they are, that there is a purpose for them, a life they can live and be loved in.

When you make songs, are they ever about specific things, people, or events in your life?

Not really, it’s just all my emotions sort of bleeding into the computer. I don’t know if I could write about any particular thing, but I do enjoy imagining lots of people and situations to my music after I made it. Like oh this sounds like Moonlight Hill (from Kingdom Hearts) or this sounds like a tender look from someone or this sounds like a lonely plaza in the middle of some city. It’s all free and open to interpretation.

“Winter Fields” is one of my favorite tracks of yours... mostly because of the lovely violin part by mklachu. It's so dreamy and kind of reminds me of some of my favorite Ryuichi Sakamoto pieces, too. Can you tell us a little about this track?

It’s random but the track started as a like, flex? I was watching Joji’s Youtube aliases and god they are just awful I mean like him fucking with people and being super lewd and nasty I hate it but I was watching it anyway to like fry my brain and I thought it would be fun to make a nasty trap beat that would fit with his videos and I made “Winter Fields” (I know it doesn’t make sense at all). The song slowly got more romantic as I added piano layers the next day and then mklachu tweeted at me out of nowhere and I asked her to play over it and yeah it’s just what happens when you work on music all the time, everything going on makes it into the song.

Another one of my favorites is “Chateau Fountain.” I love the slow buildup, and then the talking portion that kind of just emerges and goes into like an acoustic drop... ahhhh.. I was wondering where that talking portion is from actually. The guy is like, "Take the flowers," and the girl is like "I’m all right!" and it sounds like an uncomfortable struggle...a common pattern in society where... men force women to do things regardless of their autonomy or feelings (ha ha). Does it have any significance to the meaning behind the track? What were your reasons for choosing to put that particular snippet in this track? It's interesting because for me, I think I'm more sensitive than the average person to these kind of power dynamics or like...oppression against women in all aspects of daily interactions or media that I consume, so when I listen to this track it's like a soft buildup to this point of conflict that is kind of grating, but then evolves back into a calming acoustic melody. That's personal, of course, but it's interesting.

DUDE YOU HAVEN’T SEEN ATONEMENT? Omg that movie is so incredible. It’s James McAvoy talking to Kiera Knightley and they have all this tension because they love each other but they can’t be together and ooooooooooooooooooh it’s so good. Their love is so beautiful and honest but it’s injected with all this tension and conflict from society and politics. I felt that snippet fit so perfectly into the emotions of the song, it’s one of the few few times I’ve used movie snippets because I felt it actually added to the track in a creative way.

How do you think you've evolved from the first songs you put out on Bandcamp/Soundcloud, and your first album Loveless Shadows, to now?

I know a lot more about mixing, especially with bass and drums. I try to make more upbeat stuff now, but honestly I still end up making a lot of downtempo stuff. I know a lot more jazz piano than I did before so that’s nice too.

What are some artists that you think are really underrated that you'd like to give a shoutout to and encourage people to check out?

frenesi is criminally underrated.

What are your goals for City Girl for the next few years?

Just put out an incredible amount of music and keep building the world of City Girl. I want people to feel relaxed and loved and understood when they listen to City Girl. Honestly I just want to expand the harmonic and melodic depth of City Girl, I want people to head bump and cry in the same track, I want to find that fusion of beautiful and funky that all great music has for me.

I know you just released an album, but besides that, do you have any upcoming events or projects your fans should be looking forward to?

I have another album finished already, but with the way vickisigh (I won’t put out something without her art on it) works it won’t be out until probably another two-three months. So by the time that comes out I’ll have another album done and so on the process repeats. So just look forward to a new album every two-three months for as long as I’m rockin in the free world.

art from Loveless Shadows, by vickisigh

Check out City Girl’s latest album, Time Falls Like Moonlight, out on Spotify, Soundcloud, and Bandcamp! They also have two other albums, Snow Rose from December, and Loveless Shadows from August that are equally as beautiful. Follow them on Soundcloud for all their music updates and on Twitter for all their promo updates!

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Are you afraid of lifts? I only feel afraid if I’m the only person riding the elevator. If I ever got locked inside I’d always feel a lot better if there’s at least one other person stuck with me. Otherwise I try not to be too bothered by lifts.

Who did you last talk to in person? Is that person attractive? That would be my mom and yes, I think she’s very attractive. Not in that way of course, but you know what I mean. She looks very young for her age and we always get mistaken as sisters.

Have you ever had a deep, personal conversation with a stranger? As much as possible I don’t like having deep conversations with someone I barely know, but sometimes I can’t escape the situation and I end up being a part of those talks. The nicest conversation I had was with a client during my first internship – he has his own company now, but over breakfast he told me about his struggles, his old unfulfilling 9-5 job, and gave me so much valuable life advice. He was so genuine and so nice and at that time I stopped minding the fact that he was a stranger and I’d most likely never encounter him again.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your own appearance? Why? Probably an 8. I don’t have a problem with my physical features for the most part, but I don’t like my front teeth and that my body hair is thicker and grows more quickly than average. Those are the two things that mess with my self-esteem the most, and the two factors that took out the missing two points.

Who was the last person to send you a message on Facebook? When was the last time you saw that person? Rita. I probably saw her sometime in early March. Maybe during a board meeting for our org before the lockdown was implemented.

If you decided, at this moment in time, that you were going to make a sandwich, what would you put on it? Assuming my hypothetical pantry is full, I would go for a southern-style chicken sandwich with chicken breast and spicy mayo. My stomach just rumbled, what have you doneeeeee

Are you good at controlling your emotions, or do you tend to let them get the better of you? It’s 50/50 at best. Sometimes I let self-control win since it’s usually the most responsible choice and it’s also to avoid drama, but there are days where I recognize that self-care is just as important and so I allow myself a healthy release whether the release is one of sadness or resentment or anything else. Repressing my emotions and letting them bubble up over time isn’t healthy, either.

At this moment in time, what do you want the most? Normalcy. 

How many times have you cried over the person you love/like? Too many.

How exactly are you feeling right now? Why do you feel the way you do? I haven’t been feeling anything in particular these days. To be honest, I’ve just been doing a lot of...floating around, existing, trying to make it to the end of the day unscathed. I believe I’m feeling this way because there’ve been a lot of major life changes happening and I simply wasn’t prepared to deal with all of them simultaneously.

What’s the relationship status of the last person that put their arms around you? She’s been married for the last 23 years to my dad.

Has the last person you held hands with, ever told you that they love you? Yeah.

Is there someone you used to hang out with all the time, and now you don’t anymore? If so, do you ever miss that person? Why do you think your relationship changed?   Sure, Sofie’s the first person I thought of because we used to be the best of friends. We simply grew apart when college started, since she studied in Manila and I was all the way in another city. It would’ve been too difficult to keep up the friendship with both of us also starting to have different goals and priorities, as well as new friends. I miss her sometimes, but I’m not desperate to see her anytime soon. I’m sad to see our relationship fizzle out the way it did, but we’re both pretty happy and have been doing well and that’s enough for me.

Who was the last person you talked to, whose name started with ‘H’? What color are that person’s eyes? I don’t know a lot of H people so it was probably Hannah even though I haven’t talked to her in a while. Her eyes are dark brown/black, like nearly every Filipino.

Who was the last person you talked to, whose name started with ‘M’? How did you meet that person? OMG this was so tough to think about. The only person I can think of is Angela but that’s only because her first name is actually Maria. We met on the first day of 1st grade, back in 2005. I accidentally stabbed her with a newly-sharpened pencil and made her palm bleed, and for some insane reason a lifelong friendship was established that day.

The person you love/like is offered a job in another country. Would you let them go, or try and convince them to stay? Let them, because that was what we agreed on.

Is there anyone you dislike so much, that you actually can’t stand to be around them? Back in college I hated being anywhere near a frat guy. They all had the same vibe, had the same fashion sense, used the same slang, had the same shitty work ethic so I always knew whenever one was nearby.

When was the last time you wanted to cry, but didn’t, because you didn’t want to show that you were upset? Why? I’ve been hiding my emotions and my tears from my family the whole month because we’re not a showy family when it comes to our feelings. We deal with our emotions privately, in our own bedrooms.

If you found out that someone had been talking about you behind your back, would you confront them? I probably only would if they’ve always been super nice to me to my face but talking shit about me if I’m not around. It would be something I’d want to get into the bottom of.

Which do you think is worse - saying something and then wishing you hadn’t, or not saying something and wishing you had? I hate nothing more than being too afraid to say something and then never having the space to say it again. That’s the type of regret that stays with me and keeps me up at night.

Do you know anyone who seems almost incapable of showing their emotions? I wouldn’t say I know anyone exactly like this, but I know of people who have built a great big wall around themselves and are super defensive when it comes to their emotions in a way that you’ll never know if they’re going through something. The first person I thought of was JM.

What are 3 things that are guaranteed to make you smile, or put you in a good mood? Good Mythical Morning, seeing my orgmates, and driving. Driving seems to put me in a really good mood these days, though that’s likely because I haven’t had to do it as often as I used to.

Do you look more like your mum or your dad? I’m a carbon copy of my mom, I’ve been told more times than I can count.

When was the last time you saw your grandparents? I last saw my paternal grandparents in February; with my maternal grandma, two Thursdays ago. I have not seen my maternal grandpa since June or July 2015.

Have you ever felt really attracted to someone, but been deterred because you found out they didn’t have a very nice personality? No. If I get attracted to someone, that means I’ve already decided that they’re attractive on all fronts, including their attitudes and personality.

Have you ever hugged/kissed someone you’d only just met? Probably when I was out drinking, yes.

Where is the person you would most like to see/be with? There is no such person.

When was the last time you bought a CD/DVD? Which one was it? The last CD I bought was Beyoncé’s self-titled album, but I can’t remember if I bought it in late 2013 or early 2014.

Have you ever gone against someone’s advice and then regretted it? I don’t usually ask my friends for advice since I don’t want to possibly be the jerk that asks for advice but goes against them. I’ve always just gone with whatever I think is best for myself.

Would you ever apologize for something that wasn’t your fault? Welcome to my life.

What’s been the best thing about your day so far? I’ve done a good share of self-care activities today...I actually got up in bed and have been taking surveys, I ate a lot for breakfast, I took a shower, and fixed myself a cup of coffee. The bar has been set very low since August obviously, but considering I’ve been skipping out on a great deal of activities that used to make me happy, I’m just glad I accomplished several today. It’s the little joys, guys.

Has anyone ever cried in your arms before? I can only recall one person who’s done this.

Who was the last person you talked to, whose name started with ‘C’? Is that person older or younger than you? Tina, but her full name is Christina so she counts. I keep forgetting she’s a year older than me.

Do you keep a lot of things from your parents? Yes. They know my good side - my awards, achievements, job prospects, all the shiny stuff they can be proud of. They don’t need to know how mentally fucked their firstborn actually is, because it’s not like they’d know how to deal with all that weight.

Who was the last person you confided in? Do you regret it? Angela. Not at all. She’s been my rock for the last 15 years.

What was the last film you watched, that you hadn’t seen before? What kind of film was it? What did you think of it? I’m Thinking of Ending Things is a psychological thriller. It’s not for the faint of heart, especially those who’ve been feeling depressed and/or existential lately. It certainly didn’t make me feel good and I wish I could unwatch it, not because it was bad but because it was a bit too triggering.

Have you ever had an argument with the last person you hugged/kissed? Lots.

Using one word only, describe the day you’ve had so far. Lonely.

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