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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 3 years

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How would Erik react to his girl twerking in front of his face to annoy him ?

“I’m finna pop my pussy to this new challenge and test my knees like Megan!”

She was hesitant for a few months now but Coco stayed up late last night on TikTok watching all the bubble booty baddies do the cry baby challenge. That song has been on repeat every damn day and Coco used her full body mirror to practice in. No lie, it controlled her balance and she felt the burn in her legs and butt from staying in that position for so long and for so many times. Sweat made her t-shirts stick to her skin and she had to pull a wedgy out of her coochie each time she stood up to stretch her legs for a water break. This is the most exercise Coco did since quarantine. She gained about twenty pounds—face filled out, hips wider, and thighs rubbing more.

After smoking her nightly blunt, Coco took a brisk shower, brushed her teeth, cleansed her face, and moisturized her skin. Grabbing her Roku remote, Coco stood nude in front of her 40-inch Hisense flatscreen TV that’s mounted to the wall above her wide dresser and turned on Netflix. She hadn’t uploaded her crybaby challenge just yet because she wanted to settle in bed under her blanket first. After finding a comedy movie, Coco turned off her main bedroom light and flicked on her desk lamp to give her room a low ambience. Finally in bed, blanket snuggled to her chin at 9:45 PM, Coco took the time to edit her cry baby challenge before loading it to TikTok.

In the video, Coco wore tight, camouflage shorts and a black sports bra. She finally made a video without having to repeat it multiple times. That thang is thangin’, she’s on beat when that heavy bass dropped, and the shorts made her broad ass look extra juicy. The jiggle at the end made her giggle and she was confident that she’d reach millions of views with the way she made each ass cheek bounce like it had a mind of its own. That’s the key to twerking. You gotta relax your lower half, and focus all your energy into that rump. It doesn’t matter if you have s little booty or a big booty. Finally, Coco uploaded the video to TikTok and closed the app for the remainder of the evening.

Erik was simply minding his business heading home, cruising. It’s late at night, hardly anyone occupied the beltway so he could really make his black corvette go at the speed he wanted. You would think he was driving a bat mobile without the heavily armored tactical assault. Crew by Goldlink paused from an incoming FaceTime and Erik groaned from his music session being interrupted. Erik takes one of his fingers to answer and his childhood friend, Avon, appeared. He’s sitting in a gamer chair in the dark of his bedroom with the glow of the TV across his face. Erik could hear the flickering of buttons, triggers and gun shots from his end of the line. He planned to hop on Call of Duty himself after the long day of work he had for the Out Reach.

“What’s up, Von. Whatchu need that has you interrupting my music?”

“Let’s talk about your girl on the internet trending.”

“Huh?” Erik asked with his face morphed into that of confusion.

“Coco. She did that Meg Thee Stallion challenge.”

“What challenge? You know how many challenges been going on since quarantine, fool?”

“She tryna make you mad after you took away her phone privileges because of the buss it challenge.”

Avon cackles before licking his lips, revealing silver slugs in his mouth.

“She had on a mini skirt. You would be mad too if your girl was like that showing off what’s yours.”

“I ain’t got a girl to worry about it,” Avon takes off his head set and paused the game, “Anyway, nigga, since you don’t know the challenge and shit. It’s the cry baby challenge. She did that on TikTok and Meg herself reposted it to her ig.”

Erik pulled up in front of his condo just in time to see what Avon was talking about. Erik went straight to Instagram and he didn’t need to look any further. The first post on his timeline is the video of his girl swinging her hips back and forth like a pendulum, ass phat, racking up thousands of views.

Megan reposted! Omg! 😭 I didn’t expect this to get that much attention! #crybaby #megantheestallion #dababy

“From the expression on your face, looks like you need to go and handle that.” Avon said with a playful smile.

Tre_Shawn-damn Coco! 👀

Kensopretti-yesssss! I’m happy you did it!

Fabulously_-wait till Erik see this he gon’ whip your ass and make that a TikTok video 😂🤣

MelvinP_88-😍🍑

And that was just a few. There are so many thirst comments under her video. Men like a pack of hungry wolves howling at his girl with a thirst she damn sure couldn’t quench. Who does she belong to? Him. That fine ass woman is his. As Erik watched her video for the fourth time, he expected himself to curse and wild out but instead a sly smirk appeared on his face. Why should he be upset? His woman is beautiful, she’s having fun, and all of that got his name, hands, lips, tongue, and teeth on it. Erik decided to shoot her a comment instead of blowing her phone up with an attitude.

MovinSturdy- Can’t wait to see you again. That pussy was good last night 😍

“You’re too quiet. Everything good? You send her a text yet?”

“Oh, I’m solid. Ain’t phased about this shit at all.”

Avon broke out into a fit of laughter, “Lies, all lies.”

“What I need to be hot for? Yeah, I got mad last time but now I’m like...she just having fun. Plus, she’s been feeling less confident since she put on some weight so...”

“Damn, and here I was thinking you would punish her for this.”

“Not this time, bro. Listen, I’ll hit you up tomorrow.”

“Cool, later, E.”

Erik ended the call with Avon and exited his sports car. He had a plan and since it wasn’t too late in the evening he decided to pay his favorite girl a little visit.

Coco was in and out of sleep and when she woke up from dozing off for the third time she sat up in bed to check her phone. As soon as she went to TikTok, she was shocked to find 5k views on her video in an hour. Curious, Coco went to Instagram where she also uploaded the TikTok and almost screamed when she saw Megan Thee Stallion’s repost of her video. Her notifications and DM’s were off the charts. Coco skimmed through her DM’s laughing at the men trying to bag her. Before Coco could even check her notifications an incoming call from her big daddy and headache made her nervous. She wasn’t supposed to see him until tomorrow since he had a busy day today but Coco knew exactly why he was calling her.

Erik already had a lot to say about her buss it challenge. He punished her real good that day after she uploaded it. Coco couldn’t get out of bed for an entire day. Now, she knew he would be ready to do it all over again and honestly, Coco didn’t care. It’s her body, he claim to let her do her because he’s confident and she loved that shit about him. Now, Coco is starting to think it was all a lie. Deception. Fabrication. Shaking her head, Coco answers his call, fully prepared to listen to him fuss her out and threaten to punish her for not listening to him.

“Yeah, Erik,” Coco exhaled and placed her phone on speaker.

“You know we gon’ fight, right?”

“Then let me get my gloves on because no, I’m not taking the video down.”

“Who are you talking to Coco Puff?”

“You, with your boulder head ass.”

“I should be the one with the attitude. What I tell you about these challenges?”

“I can’t recall. Listen, I’m tryna get some rest.”

“Blowing me off already? What? You don’t want to talk to me no more?”

Coco felt her pussy throb from his voice alone. That deep rasp.

“I want you to say what you have to say so I can hang up.”

“I’ll be there in a few.”

“What?! Come on now, Erik! All this for a video?!”

Coco glared at her phone before crossing her arms. She should have known he would go the EXTRA mile and show up. She wanted to piss him off even more and she didn’t care about a punishment.

“You can turn back around and head home. You really inspire me to be single. I should have ignored your ass at that party. You’re not even my type I just be doing shit at this point. And look at me thinking I found a daddy for phat mama ain’t no way I’m letting you hit this pussy acting like that. Ima find me a nigga that know what to do with me.”

Coco caught her breath after her last words. Silence dragged on and a stillness seemed to envelop the room. It wasn’t peaceful, it was haunting. She waited for a response but instead the call dropped and at that moment she instantly felt like she made a huge mistake.

“There you go, Coco. Being a damn brat and now look, you pissed this nigga off even more.”

Coco knew Erik would still show up anyway. He would knock on her door all night if he had to and her nosy neighbor across the hall didn’t need to stick her head out the door to mind her business again. She already had to curse her out for banging on her door when Erik came over a few times. She couldn’t help how loud she got when they had sex. That fat dick strokes places inside of her she never knew existed. If she had consistent dick too she’d understand. Coco tried calling Erik back but it would go straight to voicemail each time. After time stretched on for an extra thirty minutes, a light knock could be heard at her door. Knowing who it is, Coco climbed out of bed with her pink and purple booty shorts on that looked to be painted on her ass. Coco grabbed a hoodie and threw it over her head before leaving her room to answer the door.

She didn’t bother to see who it was when she opened up. He’s wearing a red hoodie with the map of Africa on it and a pair of black ball shorts with sneakers. He has his hands in his pockets and his eyes trained on hers without blinking. His eyes are raven black just like his freshly twisted locs and groomed beard. She could smell white musk and nutmeg on him from his Burberry cologne. Erik strolled inside and Coco closed the door behind him. As soon as she turned around Erik brought a hand to her neck and with his fingers he applied enough pressure to the sides to remind her of his dominance.

“Erik, get off of me.”

Coco rolled her eyes away from him when he didn’t respond.

“You came all this way so get it over with. You want me to get on my knees?”

Erik huffed before letting her neck go. Coco rubbed the spots where his fingers were before letting out a shaky breath.

“Tell me why you have an issue with my video? Tell me.”

Erik looked over his shoulder at Coco and the way his eyes glistened with rage she made the space between them wider.

“It’s your mouth, Coco. Your mouth always gets you into trouble. And if I tell you to do something the first time I expect you to get wit’ it. You know I don’t like repeating myself.”

“I know, and it’s stupid.”

“Ain’t shit stupid about it, Coco. You know what’s gon’ happen when you act up. Like I said, we about to fight.”

Coco left the living room and Erik followed her into the bedroom.

“I’ma shake this ass all I want and you gotta deal with that!”

Coco turned her TV off before slamming her remote down on the dresser. She grabbed her phone and went to iTunes to pull up the song that started it all. The deep bass boomed through her phone speakers and to add an extra touch, Coco turned on her Bluetooth speaker to amplify the music. Erik stood there with a hard expression as he watched Coco dance in front of her body mirror as if he wasn’t there.

She bend over, shake that lil' ass in the mirror, like

Goddamn, what a nigga gotta do for your number?

Shawty came through with that head so good

I said fuck it, I ain't usin' no rubber

Way she make that ass bounce, think I love her

Got that ass and that mouth from her mother

Type to make your bae mad, you in trouble

NBA playoffs that ass, it's a bubble

Coco went to bend over and she grabbed her ankles so she could make her ass bounce from side to side, each cheek moving like jello.

Uh-uh (like), uh-uh, come here, come here, uh-uh

Throw that ass back, come here, come here

Erik watched her with steady eyes and folded arms. It took all of the Wakandan strength he possessed not to get behind her and make her do all that on his hard dick. She was attempting to annoy him but he enjoyed every second of it. That ass is moving and it made him want to sink his teeth into it.

Choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me (thank me)

If I give it to another nigga, he'll hate me (he'll hate me)

Spit, slurp, give him that work

Fell too fast for me, now the nigga hurt

She started doing that move that Megan did which started the entire challenge to begin with. Deep down, past his fake anger, Erik wanted to smile when he noticed how she’d been working on her knees. She was down in that squat making her ass shake for a while so she can definitely do that on the dick now. He didn’t want to hear nothing about her not knowing how to ride dick. She’s had plenty of practice.

Deeper, deeper, I need a reaper

Thought I was in trouble how he tearin' them cheeks up

Keep me a freak, who the flavor of the week?

If I make up the rules, then I don't think it's cheatin'

She kept throwing ass and Erik had to bite his tongue. He took a seat on the bed and to make his struggle even worse, Coco started making her ass clap to the clapping from the song. She didn’t see it coming when Erik finally had enough and brought his heavy hand down to spank her so hard she leapt away while grabbing her cheeks like they were trying to fall off. He could see the struggle in her eyes from the pain.

“Finish playing with me?”

His voice was dangerous.

“I asked you a question, Coco.”

“I can’t speak after you just–”

“When I tell you to do something...you do it.”

Erik pulled Coco over his lap swiftly and pinned her down with one arm while his hand delivered sharp, stinging slaps to her ass. She tried clenching her ass cheeks but it didn’t work for long.

“Don’t listen to nothing...started talkin’ shit like you run things...I wasn’t even mad at you for that video...You fell right into my trap though...never learn do you, huh? You never learn do you, slut?!”

“NO!!!”

“I’m glad you know what the fuck I’m talking about. Didn’t even see my comment I left under that video before you started mouthing off...”

“Daddy...my ass hurts.”

Coco whimpered before trying to move his hands away but Erik locked her wrists.

“I bet this big ass do. That’s what the fuck you get for doing that shit. Now my dick hard from staring at that ass move...You know what to do when daddy get big like this, baby.”

Erik didn’t bother to rub Coco’s ass after he spanked her. When she got on her knees between his legs she wiped her tears away and forgot about the reddening of her flesh when he whipped that big dick out. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out while Erik grabbed her by her hair and with his hand around his girthy shaft he slapped his heavy dick on her tongue.

“Yeah...get all that spit on me...that’s right...now put your hands in your lap and suck this fucking dick, slut. Ima turn you into a crybaby all night long, baby girl.”

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shewritestheblues · 4 years

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The Elevator Bae x Chapter 1

Welp, I was hoping to recover chapters 1-8 but Tumblr is a hot ass mess with curls. So I’m reposting all of them. Here ya’ go my loves.

Chapter ONE

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

*NO WARNINGS*

Phoenix nods her head to the beat as Nipsey Hussle’s, Hussle & Motivate blast through her speakers. She’s learned to accept LA and all of its traffic. She’s officially been a Los Angeles resident for about a year now. She moved out here from Detroit. Phoenix packed all that she could fit in her small Chevy Cruz and drove the whole way. Life back home in Detroit was getting way too out of hand for her. Her friends didn’t really seem to support her dreams of being a DJ/Music Producer. Her family wanted her to go back to school and be something normal, like a nurse.

Phoenix worked her ass off with two jobs to fund her dream. Big Sean had heard one of her beats on her Soundcloud and reached out to her. That same beat was soon one of the top charting songs in the country. Artist were hitting Phoenix up left and right, wanting to work with her. Hustling her way into the industry, she was asked to DJ a huge party for Roc Nation in LA and the rest is history. After networking and making connections, she decided that staying in Detroit would hold her back. She didn’t even tell anyone that she was leaving… except her Mom.

She woke up one day and just left. She hasn’t looked back yet. Being in LA, she’s actually made a few genuine friends that not only supports her, but ride for her through thick and thin. They even staged a 4 day sleepover one time when Phoenix had an anxiety attack so bad, she couldn’t leave her apartment.

All in all, Phoenix could really say that she was happy.

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Phoenix sings along to every song has she moves her way through traffic. After an afternoon full of meetings, she finally reaches her apartment and turns down into the underground parking garage. Her favorite parking spot is open. As she steps out, she adjust her black leggings and cropped Harvard crewneck. She still sings along to the last song that played, Ari Lennox x BMO, now stuck in her head as she heads for the elevator‍.

A man ahead of steps into the elevator first. When he turns and notices her coming behind him, he holds the door for her.

When she looked up to say thank you, she wasn’t prepared for the man standing in front of her. This man… tall, the sweetest brown skin. His arms were definitely trying to break out of the sleeves of his burgundy fitted tee. His short dreads hung over his face, almost covering his eyes. She’s seen some fine guys since being in LA, but this one...he takes the cake.

“Thank...you”

“No problem.”

His voice… his fucking voice. It hit her like thunder. Has she ever heard a voice so damn sexy?

Then it hit Phoenix… jelly legs. She does her best to lean against the elevator door. The man pulls out a keycard and scans it. He must live in a penthouse. Only penthouse tenants had keycards.

“Which floor?”

“Uhh… Seven.”

The man hit the button for the 7th floor for her. As the doors shut, his cologne took the cabin hostage. It was a mix of Shea butter, cedar wood and vanilla. Phoenix hadn’t realized she closed her eyes as she took in his scent. But, he did. He released a low chuckle that took her from her trance. Her eyes shot open. She cleared her throat and tried to focus on a speck of dirt on her Chanel Slides.

The man opened his mouth to say something but before his words slipped, the elevator doors open. FLOOR 7. Phoenix internally panics, not sure if her legs would fail her. This really wasn’t the time nor place for this shit. She goes for it, rushing out. She made it but once she turned to walk to her door, barely out of site from the gorgeous man in the elevator, her knee buckles. She catches herself on the wall.

“Shit!” She slowly picks herself up, walking slowly to her door. The walk to the other end of the hall felt like 100 damn miles. She made it into her apartment. She drops her keys on the kitchen counter. She flops down on the couch. Dragging her sweaty hands over her face.

“Did I really just sniff this man? Did I really get caught sniffing this nigga?”

——-

The incident ran through her mind probably hundred times throughout the rest of her day. She managed to cook herself some dinner, shower and do a few loads of laundry. With each task, she would stop herself.

“I sniffed this nigga! What is wrong with me? I’m a creep.”

Her brain getting the best of her. She curls up on her couch. She had every intent to catch up on Steven Universe. Her schedule had been so busy that she has weeks of episodes to watch. But she couldn’t focus. All she could think about was this fine man. Why hadn’t she seen him before? And of course that just led back to her thinking about him catching her. She needed a distraction.

Instagram. She picked up her phone and scrolled down her timeline. Her homegirl, Ava, was all over the gram with her new photo shoot. Phoenix left a few comments.

YASSSS BITCH! GO OFF!

REAL HOT GIRL SHIT!

Phoenix continued scrolling. She found her way to her explore page. Liking a few pics of decor and food. And that’s when she saw it. Her ex, Justin, posted with his baby mama. Phoenix broke up with Justin the day before she moved to LA. That same day, she found out he had a baby on the way. That was the extra push she needed to just leave. Justin was her first everything. Her only real boyfriend and he did her dirty. She hadn’t really dated since then. She’d entertain a few of the industry guys that approached her but nothing ever happened. Her feelings were hurt instantly. Even though she had moved on and far away, that shit still stung like it was fresh. She locked her phone. When she needed a distraction, she ain’t mean that. Maybe making a beat would help.

She set up her mini, bootleg studio she created and got to work. It was so easy for her. This was her passion. She even wrote a few lyrics. Time was passing by and before she knew it, it was almost 2am.. she wasn’t surprised at all. She always worked best at night. She was in her zone so she didn’t wanna stop to go to sleep anytime soon.

Phoenix headed to the kitchen. She was going to need some good snacks to match this good creation session she was having. Opening her snack cabinet, she was met with a half eaten bag of plain chips and a pack of Oreos with ONE left.

“Ava is never staying here again. Eating up all my shit.” she says to herself.

She sent her friend a text, not caring that it’s late.

Phoenix: You owe me some snacks you hungry heffa.

Phoenix was determined to finish this night out strong by any means. Even if that means going to the store at 2am. She slid on her FENTY Slides. She refused to put on a bra so she threw on a Nike hoodie and headed out.

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The elevator seems to be taking forever. Who in the hell is holding it up this late? Phoenix starts to weigh her options. Tired of waiting, she debates whether she should just go back into her apartment.

DING

Letting out a deep sigh, “Finally!”

Looking up, she freezes. It’s him, sporting a black tank, basketball shorts, Nike socks and slides. He had small scars all over his upper torso and trailing down his arms. She is completely stuck, staring at him.

‘How far down did these scars go?’

The doors begin to close and the gorgeous man stops them with his hand.

“Are you gonna get in or just stand there?” he smiles.

‘HO MY GAWD! Is that gold in his mouth?

Phoenix slowly walks into the cabin. Arms folded over her chest, she stands in the front right corner. Ground Level already highlighted as their stop.

“It’s a little late for you to be out here by yourself ain’t it?” He asks.

Peaking over her shoulder, “I’m good.”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, Phoenix could feel him burning a hole in her back with his eyes. She turns to make sure she’s right.

Of course! He’s staring right at her ass. She wants to say something but her words are trapped in her throat. He smiles at her, making her swallow them down and she just looks down at her feet.

“I’m Erik.”

her head snaps back. “Huh?”

“My name. It’s Erik.”

“Oh…Phoenix.”

The elevator doors open. Phoenix waste no time stepping out. Erik is right behind her. He taps her arm, making her jump. Erik was used to women being nervous and awkward around him. He knew he was fine and enjoyed watching women fold before him. He showed his pearly whites, dimples pooling deep,

“Get back here safe, Phoenix.”

Making sure to say her name slowly.

LORDT! The way he said her name made her stomach flip. This man was dangerous. She could tell.

“Uh, you too, Erik.”

She tried to match his tone saying his name. Not wanting to stick around for his response she turns immediately to go to her car. Getting in, she sits. She’s looking out between the rows of cars to see where he went. Some lights flash and soon after, a blacked out Acura NSX with red detailing along the sides, slowly drives by, in front of her. She pretends to not notice, acting as though she’s looking down. She starts her car and pulled out of her parking spot. There’s no traffic but Erik made sure to sit at the parking garage’s entrance until her car pulled up behind him before revving his engine and taking off.

Phoenix rolls her eyes, playfully. “This nigga extra as hell.”

But she knew she liked it. The butterflies in her stomach wouldn’t let her lie to herself. The short drive to the 7/11 up the street consisted of her wondering where he was going this late and curious to know he’ll be there when she got back.

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dreamgirl4certain · 5 years

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The Elevator Bae

Chapter THREE

ONE TWO

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

Word Count: 2k || Song Suggestions: Rihanna + Kanye West x FourFiveSeconds, Khalid x Talk

A/N: Sorry, I did not proofread this yet. I will go through it later. Again, thanks so much for those who read this. Y'all make me such a happy lil nigga. I love you lots.

A small, tired voice wakes Erik from his sleep. His eyes shoot open and he finds Sydney balled up under his arm as their both sit on her couch.

“Your alarm is going off. Get it!” She says with her eyes closed.

He reaches for his phone sitting on her coffee table. 4:32AM flashes on his screen. He wipes his hands over his face before standing and walking to the door.

“Where are you going?” Erik turns to Sydney now sitting up with a confused face.

“I gotta go.”

“So you’re just gonna leave? ”

“You were a good time, Syd. I’ll catch up with you later.”

She rolls her eyes, watching him leave out the door. He gets on the empty elevator to go up into his penthouse. He does his usual morning routine— teeth, face, shower and puts on a fresh pair of clothes. Black cargo pants, a dark grey thermal shirt and black boots. He grabs a pre packed duffle bag from his front closet and leaves out. When he gets down into the parking garage, the first thing he notices is Phoenix’s car parked right in front of the elevator doors. He stands there remember how pissed she looked the day before as he drove up to speak to her. Was she having a bad day? Did she see him with Sydney? Erik would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t think he had a thing for her. Sure, she wasn’t the extra type that he’d usually go for, but it was something about her. He shook the thoughts from his head and walked to the back of the parking garage to a blacked out Chevy Tahoe and leaving.

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Phoenix staycation was calm and relaxing just as she planned it to be. She was recharged and ready for the busy schedule for the next couple of weeks. She was in her meeting with her manager, Alyssa when Ava texted her.

Ava: Hey, let me know when your meetings done. Let’s get food.

Phoenix texted back a quick ‘Okay’ as she continued to listen to the executive from Atlantic records. The woman went on and on about the deal they were offering her but ultimately, Phoenix decided against it. She was worth more than what they were offering her. She made a promise to herself that she’d never let anyone walk over her in this business. It was rare that a female DJ/Producer was making these kind of waves in the industry. Her work was slowly, but surely becoming the talk amongst big names. She knew that women were always given the short end of the stick but she wouldn’t fall for any of the bullshit. She made it this far on her own and she was sure she could keep up the good work until someone offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse.

“Proud of you. Most people I’ve worked with would’ve taken it just to say they were signed to Atlantic.” Alyssa says.

“I mean… that wasn’t easy.”

“And it won’t get easy. Now is when shit gets real and the work gets a little harder. But the thing about you, you’re tough,”

Phoenix smiles at that. Her mom tells her that all of the time. “Which is why you’re my favorite. You’re not afraid to work hard.”

“I’m glad someone notices.” Phoenix leans over the large table.

“I’m not the only one that notices. Clearly people are watching. I mean… since you’re booked and busy these days.” Alyssa pulls her iPad from her bag, unlocking it like she’s in a rush to find something. “Speaking of busy, the opening of X got moved up to Sunday.”

Phoenix sits up in her chair, looking concerned. “That’s in two days. I don’t have my set playlist done yet.”

“Didn’t I just tell you shit won’t get easier?”

Phoenix rolls her eyes. “I’ll work on it tonight.”

Alyssa stands, “Good! Well, I have a date with my man.”

Phoenix follows her out. They hug and say their good-byes and Phoenix text Ava.

Phoenix: Hey Av, I’m done. Meet me at my place. I’ll order us something.

Ava: K.

Getting in her car, Phoenix puts her music on shuffle. Rihanna x Kanye West - FourFive Seconds comes on and she turns the volume all the way up. Driving into the street, she sings along.

I think I've had enough // I might get a little drunk

I say what's on my mind // I might do a little time

'Cause all of my kindness // Is taken for weakness

Her phone goes off with a message. Alyssa sends her the official flyer of the club opening with her picture on it to post on her IG later. Some excitement fills Phoenix’s chest and she sings louder.

Now I'm FourFiveSeconds from wildin' // And we got three more days 'til Friday

I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin' // I swear I wish somebody would tell me

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Phoenix is 2 minutes away from her apartment waiting at a red light when her phone goes off with a text.

Ava: I’m here. Your spot is open next to me.

Phoenix: Almost there.

She turns her volume down as Khalid - Talk now plays. She finally makes it to her parking garage, parking next to Ava’s car. She’s still inside waiting for Phoenix. They both get out and Phoenix rushes to hug her friend. It’s been weeks since she’d last seen her.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I thought I was gonna have to book your ass to hang out with you.”

Phoenix waves her hand, dismissing Ava’s joke. “Girl, bye.”

As they wait for the elevator, they discuss what food they want to order. Settling on some Chipotle, Phoenix goes to the DoorDash app to begin their orders.

DING.

When the elevator doors open, they are met with Sydney and one of her friends.

“Hey.” She says waving to Phoenix and Ava.

Hey, girl.” Ava says. Phoenix just waves and smiles.

They step out of the way for Sydney and her friend to walk out and they proceed to walk in. Phoenix hits the button for floor 7. A hand stops the doors and Sydney stands between them.

“Hey, Phoenix. This is random I know but umm,” she scrunches her face in thought, “have you seen Erik around?”

Phoenix is taken back by the random question. “I...haven’t. No.”

Sydney looks as if she wants to say something else.

“Is something wrong?” Phoenix had to ask.

“Well, we hung out a few days ago. He just kinda left and I haven’t heard from him or seen him.”

Thinking back to how she didn’t see him on her elevator rides for awhile after their late night encounter, “I’m sure he’ll pop up.”

“Yeah… thanks.” Sydney walks away, letting the doors close. The moment the doors close and the cabin begins going up, Ava finally breaks her smile.

“So… is Erik is the lucky elevator boo?”

Phoenix was confused. How did she know about this? She only told Coby and Sza. Ava and Coby only met once and they weren’t friends and she know damn well Ava and Sza aren’t kekeing over tea and Oreos.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about. Your little crush that you’re writing songs with Sza about?”

“What the fuck? How do you even know that?”

The elevators doors start to open. As they step out onto Phoenix’s floor, she stops in the hallway. She needs to know right now how Ava knows this.

“A little birdie told me,” Ava walks around Phoenix, going to her apartment door. “C’mon. Open this damn door.”

“NO! Not until you tell me who told you that.” Phoenix folds her arms and shifts her weight onto her hip. Ava knows that Phoenix really won’t open the door unless she offers up some information.

She releases are long sigh. “Coby.”

“COBY! Why are you talking to Coby?”

Ava throws her head back, trying to hide her smile. “Well,” she starts before looking at Phoenix, “We’ve been hanging out.” She makes quotes with her fingers.

Phoenix’s mouth drops in complete shock.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Hell no. He didn’t tell me shit!”

“I guess we have a lot to catch up on.”

Phoenix unlocks the door, “We absolutely do.”

When they get inside, they sit on the couch. Phoenix finishes their food order. It’s a 30minute wait. Perfect time to ‘catch up’ and figure out just how much more Ava has been keeping from her.

“30 minutes for the food.”

“Okay. So, tell me about this Erik character.”

“Are you and Coby fucking?”

Ava looks at Phoenix with the straightest face.

“Can we focus on the original conversation first?”

“Are you and Coby fucking?”

“Oh my God. No girl. Not yet, at least. I would like to because that man is fine.”

Phoenix scrunches her up in disgust. Ava sucks her teeth. “Girl, I get you see that nigga as a brother but can’t deny that he’s fine as hell.”

Shrugging her shoulders, “He’s decent.”

“Anyways… tell me about Erik.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

Ava takes note of the changes in Phoenix’s tone. How she was just excited to hear about her love life to now being so flat and dry.

“There’s a nigga that you clearly like and making songs about but he’s fucking big booty Sydney. There’s definitely something to talk about.”

“Well that’s all there is to it then.”

Ava didn’t want Phoenix to go into shut down mode. She didn’t push her. She decided to let the conversation of Erik go… for now. To get her best friend back into high spirits, she knew talking about music would help.

“Okay, well, are you ready for the opening?”

“Not at all. Alyssa just told me today that it’s now on Sunday instead of next week.”

“You got this. Let me see your playlist.”

Phoenix goes to get her laptop from her room. They discuss what she has planned for the club. Their food comes and Ava joins Phoenix on the floor as they eat and she helps her finish her playlist. As the hours go by, they dance to the songs and catch up on all of the things that’s happened over the last few they haven’t hung out.

“Oh shit! I forgot to post the flyer.” Phoenix jumps up for her phone. She posts the pic Alyssa sent to her earlier.

Ava repost it instantly. “Damn girl, you look good as fuck on this flyer.”

“Thanks boo. I need to take some new pictures. My Instagram lame as fuck right now.”

“Let’s take some right now.”

“Girl, it’s like 9 o’clock--” Before Phoenix could finish her sentence, Ava was already walking away to her room. She follows her into her closet. Ava goes through her clothes, pulling out some outfits. She knows Phoenix and her style so pairs some jeans with a Vintage style Aaliyah Tee with clear, strappy heels and an oversized t-shirt for a dress with her Black Doc Martin boots.

“Get dressed and fluff your curls. We got the hallway, your balcony-- Oh, you know what, let’s do leggings instead of jeans so we can see your butt.”

“Ava, no.”

“C’mon girl, stop playing with me. Put this on and sit your thick ass on that kitchen counter. I got you.”

Phoenix laughs but does what her friend says. Ava does a whole photo shoot for Phoenix in her kitchen. They even took some on the balcony, catching some city lights in the background. Phoenix picks a few of her favorites as she goes through them. There were A LOT of to choose from.

“Don’t post any tonight. Wait until tomorrow afternoon.”

Phoenix just gives Ava a look. “Don’t look at me like that. I know Instagram. You’re gonna need as many people seeing it to push your face as the DJ opening up Club X, believe me.”

Phoenix just nods and tells her friend thank you. She didn’t understand the thing with Instagram. Managing her social media wasn’t important to her. She preferred to post her music and go. But she also knew that Ava knew what she’s talking about so she trusted her friends words. They said their goodnights and Ava was off on her way home.

“Text me when you get in.”

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Sunday had finally arrived. Phoenix was ready. Her set was amazing, full of all of the Summer’s hits, mixed with some throwbacks. She knew just what a crowd wanted to hear. She spent the early part of the day going through sound checks with the hosts, signing contracts and networking with some of the promoters. The vibe was just her type.

As night fell over the city, she began her preset. Just a mini playlist she created to play as she gets ready herself. This was a big event and Phoenix never disappointed. She had a soft makeup look with wing eyeliner (her go to look), her curls sat in a messy, top knot bun and her nails were painted a glow in the dark neon blue. She wore black, combat pants with a silver sparkle tube top and some black Prada combat heels. She finished her look with silver accessories--rings, layered necklaces and crystal hoop earrings and of course her signature blue Beats headphones.

She steps outside with some of the promoters to take pics. The club is getting packed by the minute with artists, athletes, etc. She makes her way back inside to begin her set. Instantly, when she spins her first song, the crowd screams the lyrics and begins dancing. This night was one to remember. People were loving her. The host brought a few people up to the DJ Booth because they wanted to meet her. It got to the point where the host just shouted her out on the mic so everyone would hear.

“Yo, let’s make some noise for our lit ass DJ, DJ Phoenix Blue.”

The love made Phoenix full of joy. She was so in the zone, she didn’t even notice Ava come in with their other friends, Camren and Mica. They never missed a show or appearance. They turned up with Phoenix until the party was over.

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It was almost 4am when Phoenix was finally on her way home. The high of the night still moving through her body. She turns into the parking garage, noticing a black truck turn in behind her. As she parked, she looked out to watch the truck. The driver parked all the way in the back so she could only see a small bit of the headlights. Not sure what was going on, she waited for awhile before getting out. She looked around to see if she could see anyone walking through the cars. She heard a door slam… and then another one. Soon after a figure walks around the cars, going to the elevators. It was Erik. He was carrying a large duffle bag. She thought about just sitting in the car until he got on the elevator until he looked back right at her car. He stood there like he was waiting for her. She realized, he never actually pressed the call button for the elevator. He continued to stand there. She might as well get out. She grabbed her bag with her laptop and got out. Her feet were hurting. With him waiting, she felt a sense of safety so she took this opportunity to get a pair of sandals from her trunk. Erik seemed to be patient as he waited. She finally made her way toward him. He gave a weak smile and she gave one in return. He hits the call button.

He looks her up and down. She pretends not to notice.

“You look sparkly tonight.” he says.

“And you look,” she looks over him, “...tired.”

“Shit, I am.” he drags his hand over his face.

“Sydney was looking for you a few days ago,” He rolls his eyes, uninterested. “She asked if I had seen you because she just her place and disappeared.”

He didn’t offer a response. “Are you two--”

“Nah.” his words coming out louder than he intended. Phoenix didn’t mean to piss him off. The elevator doors opened and she stepped inside, he followed. She stood in the back corner. He scanned his keycard and hit the button to her floor for her. She looked down, playing with her keys. Did he scare her?

“Hey,” she looked up at him. “I ain’t mean to come off like that.”

“You’re good.” she says, looking back down. He watches her.

“Sydney cool, but I’m not feeling her like that.”

“Why?”

“I have my eye on someone else.”

Someone else? Who? What the fuck? Her thoughts went from 0-100. Sydney’s not who he wants so could he be talking about her? She wanted so bad to ask him who but didn’t want to be in this man’s business. “Well I think she likes you, so you should tell her that. Communication is key.”

“Yeah, I will.”

The cabin comes to a stop at Phoenix’s floor. The doors open and she walks out. She looks back at him, “Goodnight, Erik. Get some rest.”

“You too, baby girl. Goodnight.”

Her eyes got big at the pet name. He noticed her reaction and winked at her as the doors were closing between them. She rushed into her apartment, dropping her bag and shoes into the floor. She takes out her phone to text Ava.

Phoenix: BITCH! Come over tomorrow. I need advice. It’s about Erik.

Ava: Oh now your dusty ass wants to tell me about Erik at 5 o’clock in the morning. I’ll be there. Make me some pancakes.

Tags: @purple-apricots @abeautifulmindexposed @lostennyc @missshae @tip222u @janelledarling @lushloaded @chaneajoyyy **If anyone would like to be tagged in the next one, let me know.

#erik stevens #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x OC #erik x phoenix #the elevator bae #shaebewriting #black oc

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aethereign-m · 5 years

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Roleplay history

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to roleplay as, have role-played as and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people). Aside from that, please repost instead of reblogging!

CURRENTLY PLAYING:

atlas fullmetal alchemist sacred star of milos ( @hmrtia ) main blog ?

ardyn izunia ffxv ( @adagaium ) sorta hiatus

muska castle in the sky ( here , @aethereign ) im here clearly

ghetsis harmonia pokemon ( @aeshmedai ) slow act

shinji matou fate series ( @maluspuerum ) low act

WANT TO PLAY:

xander fire emblem fates .

HAVE PLAYED:

goetia fate grand order ( @arsalmdel )

paracelsus fate grand order ( @azothbladed )

kayneth el melloi archibald fate zero ( @loyaltylost )

kozmotis pitchiner guardians of childhood ( idk what the url was but h )

dartz yugioh ( @oreichalkos )

takuma saiou yugioh gx ( @arcanaforces )

aporia yugioh 5ds ( @apoleia )

paradox yugioh 5ds ( @sintruths )

ryo marufuji yugioh gx ( @cyberends )

amnael / daitokuji yugioh gx ( @khrusopoeia )

alex brisbane yugioh capsule monsters ( @chsmstr )

pandora the conjurer yugioh ( @magicienoir )

homunculus fullmetal alchemist brotherhood ( @gatechild )

atoran [ oc ] ( @ileidos , formerly @maedrvar )

a fuckton of fate ocs ?

like 5 extra pokemon blogs

agnus devil may cry 4 ( @ascensionrite )

vincent law ergo proxy ( @ergoexistens )

malchior teen titans ( @grymfared )

naiose granblue fantasy ( @areadbair )

aldrich killian mcu ( tf was my url )

erik phantom of the opera ( @operagheist )

bruce banner mcu ( fuck if i know that url anymore either )

bucky barnes / winter soldier mcu ( hhhgjhksgd yeah but it was a cool url in russian ??? )

iskandar fate series ( glorioushorizon ? but its deactivated now )

darnic prestone ygddmillennia fate franchise ( @panmysterium )

bellion seven deadly sins prisoners of the sky ( @deathburns )

hendrickson seven deadly sins ( @crnunnos )

darkstar / michael morningstar ben 10 ( @phaetho )

sigurd fate grand order ( @vlkyrblss )

zarkon voltron legendary defender ( @paladaeon )

lotor voltron legendary defender ( astralchemic , deactivated )

quirinus quirrell harry potter ( @cleavedsoul )

salazar slytherin harry potter ( @serpentspoken , deactivated ??? )

colress pokemon ( heck if i know my url there either )

angor rot trollhunters ( @animusira )

garon fire emblem ( @fraenr )

u think im done but i know im forgetting shit

WILL/WOULD PLAY AGAIN:

my ygo muses yeah esp ryo & dartz & saiou & alex

tbh i could go back to any of those at some point except zarkon n lotor bc im done with bein in the vld fandom h

n i get stressed by bein directly in marvel so ):

tagged by: stole this tagging: steal this

#sorry dash for this long ass post #⤥ ♚ BE YOURSELF﹐EVERYONE ELSE IS TAKEN. ❜ ( OOC. )#dont @ me i have no self control

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magnetician-blog · 7 years

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How do you run your blog?

Speed: It varies, honestly. If a thread is hot, we might hit it back and forth several times a day. I also tend to give new ones a bit of extra attention, to help get them off the ground. Sometimes I’m horrendously slow, if work gets busy, or my family demands my time and energy, or I’ve just messed up real bad and let my drafts pile up. When this happens, I tend to queue replies, so that I can actually get stuff done and I don’t feel overwhelmed from everyone kicking replies back at me at once. I tend to answer ask rps right away, because they are small and short and simple.

Replies / Starters: I treat starters like any other reply. If we’ve agreed that I willl write it, I’ll do my best to place it at the top of my priority list, though. I’ll post it when it is ready, usually, instead of queueing it like I do the average reply. Starters, from me, are usually 2-4 paragraphs, depending on who I’m writing with.

Inbox: I usually answer right away if I’m around, unless it’s an IC ask that I don’t immediately know how to answer. Then I might think on it for a bit. Asks are a precarious way to get ahold of me, though, because they tend to disappear from my inbox. Oftentimes tumblr will say I have a message, but when I go to check, my inbox is empty. So idk. Apologies if you’ve ever messaged me and not gotten a reply-- I answer all messages I receive.

Selectivity: I’m only semi-selective. I’ll usually RP with anyone who asks, though whether the thread survives or not depends on how much momentum is has, how interesting it is, how well we write together, and whether I feel we have any chemistry. I used to never drop threads because I felt bad, but I’m embracing a life where I treat myself a little better and let things go if they just aren’t working out. I mean heck, people drop me all the time if they aren’t feeling it; it’s only right I feel free to do the same. I don’t do exclusives, but sometimes entertain the notion of having mains.

Wishlist item: Interesting AUs, maybe? His Dark Materials, especially. I’m always feeling that one, across all fandoms. I have also tried like half a dozen times to write a thread that encompasses The Great Road Trip of XM:FC, but the thread always dies because my partners keep disappearing. Same with Dark!Charles. I was also once promised a coffee shop AU that never came to fruition.

Honest note: Have several honest notes! I am more scared of you than you are of me. I get intimidated just like everyone else. I don’t compete; I’d love to be friends with all the other Eriks roaming the Marvel RP countryside. I have several RP blogs, and this one isn’t always my top priority (though most often, it is). I do sometimes play favorites, but admit to feeling hurt at times when others do it-- sometimes tumblr rp politics require a little soul searching and a lot of patience to weather, which is why I believe communication is key. I don’t format and I rarely use icons or gifs; I don’t mind if you do, nor do I believe people who do are any better or superior to people who don’t. I tend to put people on pedestals, and am slowly, surely learning not to. I can be forgetful, and nine times out of ten, if I didn’t answer your IM, it’s because I took a look, said “I’ll answer this later when I have time,” and forgot. Infinite apologies.

REPOST, DON’T REBLOG! (please)

Tagged by : @blindandunderestimated Tagging: anyone who wants to do this should, I think it’s valuable information to have about potential partners!

#;memes

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exstumpy-blog · 7 years

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IT’S HARDER THAN YOU THINK. NO USING GOOGLE. EVERY ANSWER MUST START WITH THE FIRST LETTER OF YOUR MUSE’S NAME.

PLEASE REPOST; DON’T REBLOG.

• NAME. Ethan • ANIMAL. Elephant • BOYS NAME. Erik • GIRLS NAME. Elizabeth • COLOR. Ebony • MOVIE. E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial • SOMETHING YOU WEAR. Earmuffs • DRINK. Eggnog • FOOD. Eggs • SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM. Electric razor • PLACE. England • REASON FOR BEING LATE. Eloping

I WAS TAGGED BY : @code-name-chimera

I’M TAGGING: whoever wants to do this.

#{ this was a lot harder than i thought it would be tbh }#tbt #q.

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becausewehaveto · 7 years

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RULES. repost, don’t reblog TAGGED. By this cutie patootie @shxrpshot TAGGING. @hi-im-cas @boundinmybones @enigmaticinvisiblezebra @weaponxtwentythree @squirreltailedgirl

BASICS.

FULL NAME. Wanda Maximoff NICKNAME. Wanda, Scarlet Witch, Witch, Gypsy Witch, Queen of Chaos, Wand AGE. Verse dependent. Usually early to mid 20′s BIRTHDAY. February 8th. ETHNIC GROUP. Caucasian NATIONALITY. Sokovian LANGUAGE. English is her second language, her first is Sokovian SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single CLASS. Lower middle, working class HOME TOWN / AREA. Wundagore Mountain, Sokovia CURRENT HOME. Avengers Base, New York. PROFESSION. Avenger, part time student. Verse dependent; Brotherhood of Evil Mutants or any variation

PHYSICAL.

HAIR. Auburn. EYES. Dark brown, shifts to red occasionally NOSE. Straight, on the small side, located somewhere on her face. FACE. Rounded jaw, high cheekbones LIPS. On the small side, normally colored with some sort of gloss COMPLEXION. Pale, when she goes to the beach she will literally turn scarlet colored. Freckles sometimes come up if she’s been out in the sun BLEMISHES. Occasional freckles, usually her complexion is pretty clear SCARS. Several along her back, abdomen, and a few along her arms from the experiments, she tries to keep them hidden. The ones on her back are consistently along her spine and the back of her neck. TATTOOS. None BUILD. Petite build, she’s not muscular and might be considered lanky ALLERGIES. Some scents make her get sneezy and give her a headache, especially those from incense, despite some of her friends giving them to her as gifts because of the whole witch title, she really doesn’t like them and they irritate her sinuses. USUAL HAIR STYLE. Down, wavy, sometimes she’ll put it up in a pony tail but she lets it flow pretty freely. USUAL CLOTHING. Boots and shawls in dark colors, skirts and high socks or dark pants. Shirts can be either loose or tight, arms are almost always covered with something.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR. Losing control. Hurting an innocent person, being manipulated, being taken from family ASPIRATION. She wants to better understand her powers to do good with them, she wants to end the oppression on other people, she wants to do some good in the world and protect those who have been hurt by those with powers. POSITIVE TRAITS. Loyal, determined, good-natured, empathetic, brave, supportive of those around her. She’s usually able to tap into what people are feeling and will try to help them through their struggles, she’ll do what she can to help, NEGATIVE TRAITS. Naive, she often take a stance after only hearing one side of the story, it can be hard to change her mind after she’s made it up despite not knowing the full story. She can take things too personally and will shut down, she is soft spoken but can be quite emotional which can affect her abilities. VICE HABIT. Tends to go days without talking to other people FAITH. agnostic GHOSTS? She believes in spirits and entities along with angels and even demons. She sometimes feels the energies of the loved ones she’s lost in the past. AFTERLIFE? Yes REINCARNATION? She’s on the fence on that one ALIENS? Yup POLITICAL ALIGNMENT. Independent. ECONOMIC PREFERENCE. Socialist SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION. Center EDUCATION LEVEL. Early education was there because of her and her brother’s “foster” family, later education became sketchy because of the labs and experiments, she’s trying to study to get her GED and maybe start taking classes in college.

FAMILY.

FATHER. Biological: Erik Lehnsherr Foster: D’jango Maximoff MOTHER. Biological: Magda Lehnsherr Foster: Marya Maximoff (Verse dependent on whether or not she knows about her birthparents) SIBLINGS. Pietro Maximoff, Luminous (Alleged), Ana Maximoff and Mateo Maximoff (Cousins but they’re foster siblings) EXTENDED FAMILY. All deceased NAME MEANING. Wanda=Family or Wanderer, Maximoff=(No meaning given) HISTORICAL CONNECTION. None

FAVOURITES.

BOOKS. She enjoys a few young adult novels, especially slice of life books. MOVIES. Comedy, documentaries, more visually stunning movies. MUSIC. Some alternative (more relaxed music) instrumental DEITY. She has a feeling there’s a higher power, she just doesn’t know what it is yet. HOLIDAY. Halloween. Pumpkin Spice everything MONTH. November SEASON. Autumn PLACE. Nooks, her bedroom, in the woods, in blankets. WEATHER. Overcast and pleasant with a breeze. She also really enjoys storms, just from the inside. SOUND. Breeze going through trees, thunder, soft music playing far away SCENT. She likes musky scents, also the scent of hot chamomile tea TASTE. Creamy things, spicy things, savory things, little dashes of spices FEEL. Soft blankets, hard wood, soap bubbles ANIMAL. Cats, foxes NUMBER. 28 COLOR. Warm browns and deep reds

EXTRA.

TALENTS. She’s a pretty good cook. Her abilities give her an upper hand when it comes to combat but she’s training in hand to hand since she’s not that great at it. She likes to draw and is a good person to vent to, she’s normally very supportive of the people she cares about. BAD AT. Hand to hand combat is one of her weaknesses, she’ll normally just shove the other away with her abilities to get more distance between them. Opening up again after she shuts herself away, processing events after they just happened, looking through other people’s perspectives TURN ONS. Soft lips, blue eyes, some of that stubble around the jaw, nice hair TURN OFFS. Narcissism, cocky attitudes, control freaks HOBBIES. Reading books, listening to music, organizing her spaces in different ways,cooking. TROPES. Wild Child, Ball of Emotion, Let me fix everything!, Ex-Experiment, Childhood Trauma,Hide that Baggage!, Hippy Flavor AESTHETICS. Warm candle lip rooms, rain hitting the window, Dried plants, small spaces, Why not all the pillows and blankets?

FC INFO.

MAIN FC. Elizabeth Olsen. ALT FC. None right now OLDER FC. -Catherine McPhee YOUNGER FC. Younger Elizabeth Olsen VOICE CLAIM. -

#About #About Wanda #This took way longer than I would like to admit #But I've been wanting to figure out her character anyway #Also had to do a little research for this #which was also fun

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immedtech · 7 years

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Self-repairing roads could also charge your electric car

Potholes are bad enough for the jarring rides, car damage and safety hazards they create, but it's also problematic to fix them. You're looking at lane and road closures that can last for days, assuming the city can even spare the resources. However, Dutch researchers might have a solution that not only helps the road fix itself, but promises to solve range anxiety for electric car drivers. Delft University's Erik Schlangen tells The Verge that there are plans to test self-repairing asphalt whose conductive steel fibers and bacteria would both fix small cracks in the pavement and send electricity to EVs above. The trial will charge your vehicles when you're stopped at intersections, giving you a little bit of extra range in those moments you're waiting for the light to turn green.

There are numerous challenges involved in making it all work. The healing requires an induction machine that generates enough heat in both the asphalt and the fibers to trigger the repair process. And of course, you'd need to both send electricity through the steel and outfit cars with wireless charging systems. Schlangen estimates that this road would cost about 25 percent more than usual even if you discount the additional equipment.

However, the payoff for both city infrastructure and drivers could be well worth the steep initial cost. The constant decay of asphalt makes it expensive and time-consuming to maintain, in some cases discouraging cities from starting work in the first place. If you've driven often enough, you've no doubt seen roads that never seem to get proper care -- Schlangen believes the new approach would double the lifespan of a road and dramatically reduce maintenance costs, which could improve road quality even on neglected side streets. And if there were enough EV chargers at traffic lights, they could reduce the need for dedicated charging stations.

It's not certain when tests would start, although there have been Dutch experiments with self-fixing asphalt dating back to 2010. The greatest challenge may simply be convincing everyone to participate. Municipal governments might balk at having to redo their roads, and car companies may be loathe to including expensive new charging hardware. This is more a vision of what driving could be like years from now, once all the pieces have fallen into place.

Via: Inhabitat

Source: The Verge

- Repost from: engadget Post

#ITlive #engadget #Self-repairing roads could also charge your electric car

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shewritestheblues · 4 years

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The Elevator Bae x Chapter 3

Chapter THREE

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

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A small, tired voice wakes Erik from his sleep. His eyes shoot open and he finds Sydney balled up under his arm as their both sit on her couch.

“Your alarm is going off. Get it!” She says with her eyes closed.

He reaches for his phone sitting on her coffee table. 4:32AM flashes on his screen. He wipes his hands over his face before standing and walking to the door.

“Where are you going?”

Erik turns to Sydney now sitting up with a confused face.

“I gotta go.”

“So you’re just gonna leave? ”

“You were a good time, Syd. I’ll catch up with you later.”

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Ava: Hey, let me know when your meetings done. Let’s get food.

“Proud of you. Most people I’ve worked with would’ve taken it just to say they were signed to Atlantic.” Alyssa says.

“I mean… that wasn’t easy.”

“And it won’t get easy. Now is when shit gets real and the work gets a little harder. But the thing about you, you’re tough,”

Phoenix smiles at that. Her mom tells her that all of the time. “Which is why you’re my favorite. You’re not afraid to work hard.”

“I’m glad someone notices.” Phoenix leans over the large table.

Phoenix sits up in her chair, looking concerned. “That’s in two days. I don’t have my set playlist done yet.”

“Didn’t I just tell you shit won’t get easier?”

Phoenix rolls her eyes. “I’ll work on it tonight.”

Alyssa stands, “Good! Well, I have a date with my man.”

Phoenix follows her out. They hug and say their good-byes and Phoenix text Ava.

Phoenix: Hey Av, I’m done. Meet me at my place. I’ll order us something.

Ava: K.

Getting in her car, Phoenix puts her music on shuffle. Rihanna x Kanye West - FourFive Seconds comes on and she turns the volume all the way up. Driving into the street, she sings along.

I think I've had enough // I might get a little drunk

I say what's on my mind // I might do a little time

'Cause all of my kindness // Is taken for weakness

Now I'm FourFiveSeconds from wildin' // And we got three more days 'til Friday

I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin' // I swear I wish somebody would tell me

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Phoenix is 2 minutes away from her apartment waiting at a red light when her phone goes off with a text.

Ava: I’m here. Your spot is open next to me.

Phoenix: Almost there.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I thought I was gonna have to book your ass to hang out with you.”

Phoenix waves her hand, dismissing Ava’s joke. “Girl, bye.”

As they wait for the elevator, they discuss what food they want to order. Settling on some Chipotle, Phoenix goes to the DoorDash app to begin their orders.

DING.

When the elevator doors open, they are met with Sydney and one of her friends.

“Hey.” She says waving to Phoenix and Ava.

Hey, girl.” Ava says. Phoenix just waves and smiles.

They step out of the way for Sydney and her friend to walk out and they proceed to walk in. Phoenix hits the button for floor 7. A hand stops the doors and Sydney stands between them.

“Hey, Phoenix. This is random I know but umm,” she scrunches her face in thought, “have you seen Erik around?”

Phoenix is taken back by the random question. “I...haven’t. No.”

Sydney looks as if she wants to say something else.

“Is something wrong?” Phoenix had to ask.

“Well, we hung out a few days ago. He just kinda left and I haven’t heard from him or seen him.”

Thinking back to how she didn’t see him on her elevator rides for awhile after their late night encounter, “I’m sure he’ll pop up.”

“Yeah… thanks.” Sydney walks away, letting the doors close. The moment the doors close and the cabin begins going up, Ava finally breaks her smile.

“So… is Erik is the lucky elevator bae?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about. Your little crush that you’re writing songs with Sza about?”

“What the fuck? How do you even know that?”

The elevators doors start to open. As they step out onto Phoenix’s floor, she stops in the hallway. She needs to know right now how Ava knows this.

“A little birdie told me,” Ava walks around Phoenix, going to her apartment door. “C’mon. Open this damn door.”

She releases are long sigh. “Coby.”

“COBY! Why are you talking to Coby?”

Ava throws her head back, trying to hide her smile. “Well,” she starts before looking at Phoenix, “We’ve been hanging out.” She makes quotes with her fingers.

Phoenix’s mouth drops in complete shock.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Hell no. He didn’t tell me shit!”

“I guess we have a lot to catch up on.”

Phoenix unlocks the door, “We absolutely do.”

When they get inside, they sit on the couch. Phoenix finishes their food order. It’s a 30minute wait. Perfect time to ‘catch up’ and figure out just how much more Ava has been keeping from her.

“30 minutes for the food.”

“Okay. So, tell me about this Erik character.”

“Are you and Coby fucking?”

Ava looks at Phoenix with the straightest face.

“Can we focus on the original conversation first?”

“Are you and Coby fucking?”

“Oh my God. No girl. Not yet, at least. I would like to because that man is fine.”

Phoenix scrunches her up in disgust. Ava sucks her teeth. “Girl, I get you see that nigga as a brother but can’t deny that he’s fine as hell.”

Shrugging her shoulders, “He’s decent.”

“Anyways… tell me about Erik.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

Ava takes note of the changes in Phoenix’s tone. How she was just excited to hear about her love life to now being so flat and dry.

“There’s a nigga that you clearly like and making songs about but he’s fucking big booty Sydney. There’s definitely something to talk about.”

“Well that’s all there is to it then.”

“Okay, well, are you ready for the opening?”

“Not at all. Alyssa just told me today that it’s now on Sunday instead of next week.”

“You got this. Let me see your playlist.”

“Oh shit! I forgot to post the flyer.” Phoenix jumps up for her phone. She posts the pic Alyssa sent to her earlier.

Ava repost it instantly. “Damn girl, you look good as fuck on this flyer.”

“Thanks boo. I need to take some new pictures. My Instagram lame as fuck right now.”

“Let’s take some right now.”

“Get dressed and fluff your curls. We got the hallway, your balcony-- Oh, you know what, let’s do leggings instead of jeans so we can see your butt.”

“Ava, no.”

“C’mon girl, stop playing with me. Put this on and sit your thick ass on that kitchen counter. I got you.”

“Don’t post any tonight. Wait until tomorrow afternoon.”

Phoenix just gives Ava a look. “Don’t look at me like that. I know Instagram. You’re gonna need as many people seeing it to push your face as the DJ opening up Club X, believe me.”

“Text me when you get in.”

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Sunday arrives. Phoenix was ready. Her set was amazing, full of all of the Summer’s hits, mixed with some throwbacks. She knew just what a crowd wanted to hear. She spent the early part of the day going through sound checks with the hosts, signing contracts and networking with some of the promoters. The vibe was just her type.

“Yo, let’s make some noise for our lit ass DJ, DJ Phoenix Blue.”

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He looks her up and down. She pretends not to notice.

“You look sparkly tonight.” he says.

“And you look,” she looks over him, “...tired.”

“Shit, I am.” he drags his hand over his face.

“Sydney was looking for you a few days ago,” He rolls his eyes, uninterested. “She asked if I had seen you because she just her place and disappeared.”

He didn’t offer a response. “Are you two--”

“Hey,” she looked up at him. “I ain’t mean to come off like that.”

“You’re good.” she says, looking back down. He watches her.

“Sydney cool, but I’m not feeling her like that.”

“Why?”

“I have my eye on someone else.”

“Yeah, I will.”

The cabin comes to a stop at Phoenix’s floor. The doors open and she walks out. She looks back at him, “Goodnight, Erik. Get some rest.”

“You too, baby girl. Goodnight.”

Phoenix: BITCH! Come over tomorrow. I need advice. It’s about Erik.

Ava: Oh now your dusty ass wants to tell me about Erik at 5 o’clock in the morning. I’ll be there. Make me some pancakes.

#erik x phoenix #the elevator bae #shewritestheblues

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