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moonystoes · 9 months ago

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Safe Dance - Elisa De Almeida x international!reader

summary: this pretty much explains it all lol.

Warning: Sexual assault, old man being a creep, mentions of alcohol, not well written, slowww burn like it's pissing me off too im sorry, elisa being our protective queen.

a/n: i'm bringing this up again, i just started writing, especially fics as long as this (the last one -and the first- had only 500 words). So feedback and help is needed!! also sorry i got a little bored and wrote too many useless things lol.

w/c: 5.218k

You knew you needed to celebrate your high GPA after graduating from your bachelor degree at some point. But you've been putting it off, feeling like it's too much effort and energy for your introverted self. It's no secret French people are distant towards foreigners, it's been something known worldwide (which is ironic since a big part of their population are people of color coming from different countries from Africa and Asia). But you ignored all the toxic things you heard about France when you unexpectedly got a scholarship into the University of Paris.

Now, four years later, you are still alone. You have made friends in some projects, but right when the project is over, your friendship ends as well. Your mom has messaged you a long paragraph on how proud she is of you, but the loneliness is still wearing you down. You knew you probably looked silly walking down the street, wearing a short V-neck dress with high heels obviously to party, but there is a permanent frown on your face.

When you looked up from your phone, you didn't even need to look for the club. You can feel the music vibrate the ground and there is a huge line at the entrance. You turned off your phone and waited in line, wanting to just drink all day and celebrate by then. You checked on your friend (an international student like you) who promised that she'll be here, but your message was left on delivered for 2 hours.

After 15 minutes of scrolling through your Instagram and 3 missed calls to Liz, it was your turn to show the security your ID. His dark eye bags showed you that he was too exhausted to care, so he took less than a second to glance at your card before returning it to you, and opening the door for you in a frustrated way.

You walked in awkwardly, couples grinding and dancing around you, you felt disgusted - and secretly jealous. The club was dark and had red LED lights, it was filled with large posters of icons and models from the 70s, and of course the playboy magazines of women wearing lingerie. It looked good enough for you to settle down on the bar stool and immediately order a light drink.

While you were sitting there to decide whether you should dance or wait for Liz (you were honestly frustrated at her for ditching you with no explanation), the bartender passed a large drink towards you. You glanced at him with a confused look, “oh sorry, I didn't order this.”

“Yeah I know, it's the man there.” He pointed to the table on your left, to an older man with thin white hair. Your jaw dropped when you looked at him, realizing that he caught you staring.

“Umm… that old man?” You tried your hardest to whisper over the thudding music, trying not to let the creep that is sitting just 2 meters away from you hear what you said. The bartender nodded and walked away to the other side of the bar, making you sigh in annoyance that he didn't bother to even help you out. You slowly pushed the light pink drink away from you, it smelled strong which showed his true intentions, getting you drunk.

You pulled out your phone and texted Liz a quick message, “Liz a man is being weird where are you ☹️☹️?” You scrolled through your gallery to pretend you are doing something and distract yourself from the man on your left, until you are tapped on the shoulder. You froze, quickly turning off your phone as you took a deep breath, pretending that you didn't feel it.

“May I know why you didn't accept the drink, it was really expensive.” you flinched when you felt his breath hit your neck, no way this is happening today. Where the fuck is Liz? You turned around slowly, trying to act calm and collected, “sorry, I didn't want to drink today, I'm just here for someone.”

“I don't see anyone here,” he mockingly glanced around the bar to see the ‘person’ you were waiting for. “I saw you drink just a few minutes ago.”

You closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath. You glanced at his striking blue eyes and felt your hands starting to shake, you looked away back to the drink he ordered for you and grasped it, taking a small sip just to taste what it is. You knew you were fucked, Liz isn't here and she's probably not going to come, the bartender couldn't give a shit, and this man won't leave you alone. Why was he at a bar on a Wednesday night? Doesn't he have some office job to do tomorrow or is he too old that he's retired now.

The drink tasted sour and tangy, but had a strawberry flavor. The burning of your throat made you cough and your eyes shutting close, it was definitely alcoholic, very alcoholic. You rested the drink on the table and faked-smiled and awkwardly nodded, but your smile disappeared when his hand clutched your arm and pulled you forward, “why don't you dance with me, huh? Wearing this dress for nothing must be a shame.”

You panicked and took a quick scan of your surroundings to see who could help. On the bar table to your left, there were other older men, possibly friends of the weirdo that's now bruising your arm. On the large leather sofas that were placed on the other corner, there was a couple?...a throple? A man was sitting comfortably on it as he crossed his legs on the mini table in front of him, two girls were sprawled over him, one playing with his hair and the other playing with his shirt while she chugs from a beer can…yeah they will be too busy to help.

You took a quick turn to the VIP entrance, seeing a short girl with a Gucci bag waiting to be let in… rich spoiled people are too busy to look around. You swore you never cared about religion until then, when the man tugged you to his chest, your eyes slowly closing as you were holding your tears praying to God to let you out of this misery.

You felt his hands being placed on your hips, as he forcefully tugged your back towards his groin. He pushed you to the crowded area so people can't see your discomfort in your face.

But before he does more than this, a large hand tugged you away from the man, making the man behind you exhale loudly. “Anna! I'm sorry for making you wait, hey let's go…umm do you know him?” you've never heard such a soft yet deep voice like this. Before you even had the chance to look at who grabbed you, her right arm tugged you into her chest, trying to hide you from the stranger. “No, I don't.” You whispered, afraid of making the situation even bigger.

“Seriously? you were waiting for this…” His angry voice and arm pointing at the both of you made you anxiously stare at him. He looked at the woman hugging you up and down with disgust before muttering a ‘nevermind’ and stomping off.

You shakingly held tightly into her, staring at the spot the man was at. “Are you okay?” She let out a soft whisper from above your head. You were shaken at the whole encounter, blocking off what she said until you felt soft taps on your shoulder, making you look up at her.

This was the first opportunity you had to actually see who saved you from this, and she was gorgeous. She had sunglasses placed on the collar of her dress shirt with two of the buttons opened. Why was she even wearing a dress shirt at a club? When you looked up to her face (because she's 5 '9 and the first thing you saw was her tan skin), her hair was short, swooped to the side. Her cheekbones were sharp and her eyes were furrowed worriedly. You quickly separated from her and took two steps away.

“Hey, it's okay.” She took a step forward, opening her hands around her face to show you she doesn't want to hurt you, “are you waiting for someone?”

You looked away from her eyes, the smell of alcohol and sweat is making it difficult for you to think straight -literally. You looked at your phone, finding a new notification, “oh thank God she responded!” You relaxed, until you pressed on it.

“Hey baby!! It's your favorite uncle 😉, just saw your post about graduating. Congratulations! I miss you so much. Maybe one day we can all reunite when you graduate your masters 💪keep working hard!”

You inhaled deeply, turning off your phone and throwing it in your mini purse. You looked at the woman, she looked at you with raised brows waiting for an explanation for your reaction. You rested your hand on your forehead and frustratedly groaned out, “no she fucking ignored my messages.”

Her face turned sour as she looked behind you, probably to the place where the old men were sitting, giving you the chance to look at her face once again. You blushed at her clenched sharp jaw, slight pink cheeks, and the soft lips. When you looked back at her eyes, she was already looking at you.

You internally wanted to kill yourself for looking at her lips, because she definitely caught that. You looked away to her arms, doing everything in your power to not look at her face again. But then you realized glancing at her arms will make the situation even worse. Her arms were athletic and the sleeves were tight around her biceps. How is she this hot?

“You can stay with me, my friends are here.” She softly grasped your hand, pulling you away from the crowded dance floor. “It's fine, I'll just go home.”

“No, come on! It's a secluded area, no one will bother us.” She encouraged you, her hand still in yours. You looked down at your heels, you felt like shit. This whole time at the bar was for you and Liz to celebrate your day and you end up being a charity case for a hot woman. You don't even know why you chose the club, you hated partying anyways. You bit into your lip, one single line going through your head:

I deserve to celebrate my achievements no matter with who. I'm the one who worked hard for this, I need this.

“Okay just… Please don't do this because you feel bad for what happened.” her eyes softened, intertwining your fingers with hers and whispering a soft ‘never’. You felt embarrassed as she was dragging you around the bar to the place her friends are staying at, you didn't want to see anyone’s face so you just looked down at your intertwined hands and hoped you won't collide with anyone. Your hand looked small compared to her large ones as she held into you, feeling her rough skin tightly around yours.

When you realized she stopped, you looked up to where she took you. “Oh no… I'm not going there,” You frowned at her, “VIP? I heard it's expensive here.” You felt guilty that she might spend money on a spot for you, but you were curious on how she makes enough money to be here.

“Don't worry, my work has paid for the night here, I didn’t spend a euro on me or anyone.” She smiled at you, finding it cute how you were worried about her money. She let go of your hand and opened the door slowly, signaling her hand to follow her.

You stood still for a few seconds, feeling exhausted and tired. And unfortunately, you felt gross. You looked down at your dress, remembering what the old man said. It was your favorite, it may not look fancy but you've loved it and waited for a moment to wear it, now you can't even glance at it without feeling down. You glanced at the woman, she had already taken a few steps until she realized you weren't following her, “Do you want to go home? I can order you an Uber?”

This was your chance to actually get to know someone, you've been alone all this time in Paris and Liz was an American student. The woman in front of you seemed like the first French woman that actually tried to befriend you, and she's attractive. Her face softened as she took a few steps towards you again, understanding your silence. “My name is Elisa, what's yours?”

“Y/n.” You didn't know what to do after this so you reached out your hand to handshake her, internally cringing from how awkward you are…no wonder why your love life is as low as your mood today. She giggled and grasped your hand, shaking it aggressively. You looked at her with a confused face and she just winked quickly, “so… y/n why are you here at the club on a Wednesday night?”

“I just graduated so I wanted to celebrate.” You were staring at your held hands, feeling awkward when looking at anyone's eyes, especially élisa's. But when you felt her hand immediately let go of yours and wipe it off with her dress pants, you looked at her face slightly hurt. Her eyes are slightly widened, which made you realize why she let go of your hand, “bachelor degree in physical therapy.”

“Ohh! That's so nice. You know at my job we need a lot of physiotherapists, I like them.” Her body physically relaxed, making you laugh at her panic. The poor woman thought you were some high school student, but you didn't blame her, you never made it clear when you spoke about it.

“Cool… what do you work as?” You asked, a smile appearing in your face. You didn't realize that by a small comment, Elise made your feelings better just as she planned. She let out an open smile when she noticed yours, feeling proud of herself for making you feel better.

“Guess.”

Your smile wiped off your face, “no please I don't like doing this game just say it.”

She laughed, “I'll give you a hint, I wear number 5.”

It took a moment for you to answer because you froze when you heard her laugh, making a stupid grin plaster into your face, “...football?” You dragged the word as you questioned, worried it might be wrong. She nodded with a proud smile.

“Wow, that's so cool I do watch football!... not the women, I don't know where to watch…sorry.”

She laughed, stepping closer and resting her left arm around your shoulder, encouraging you to walk through the dark maroon hallway with her. “It's okay, we're used to it.”

When you looked up from this angle, your attraction worsened. Her side profile was perfect. It took a moment for you to recover from it, “ehm…some girls in my class wanted to be football physios so they could work with Szoboszlai.” You muttered, obviously not knowing what to say. You didn't know if you should wrap your right hand around her waist or just keep it awkwardly limping between the both of you.

She glanced at you and laughed, “and you? Is that what you wanted?”. You looked away, deciding to focus on the dark walnut wood corridor in front of you instead of her eyes. “I don't really like men.”

“Ha! Me too.” Her left arm tapped your shoulder to the beat of the music. Elisa was glad that you weren't into men; she felt like it's finally her time where she can get attention from a woman that isn't a fangirl. She pulled you inside a room, filled with people singing and jumping around.

You felt sick all over again, not knowing Elisa had this many friends. You remembered her speaking about her work paying for this, are all of these people her teammates? The room was built almost like a sunken living room, the leather couches were placed into the ground around the walls with stairs in the side, and two small tables placed in two opposite corners that were filled with drinks and purses. Elisa felt your body turn rigid, she leaned in close to your ear and whispered gently, “They're all nice, I promise.” You turned to look at her, you didn't understand why but you felt at ease around her, maybe because of what she did earlier, but you took a deep breath and calmed down.

She pointed at an empty seat next to a blonde woman, “hey Jackie, this is y/n, she's a physiotherapy graduate.” Jackie turned to look at you and elisa, she smiled brightly and raised her hand to signal you to sit with her. You let out a tight-lipped smile and approached the table to sit. You noticed Jackie looking at your attire and glancing at Elisa with a confused look, but before she said a thing, Elisa interrupted her by saying she needed to go to the bathroom.

Well shit, now you have to do this alone. You stared at Elisa as she was walking out, secretly checking her out and also praying that she’ll come back soon. “Umm… do you work here?”

You turned to look at Jackie, “oh, no. I'm just here to party.”

“Ohh…I thought you were one of the dancers offered here.” She looked at her whiskey and took a sip, clearly not seeing the shock in your face.

You froze as you gave her a confused glance, “oh. You thought I was a stripper?” You glanced down at your dress… It's a short dress, yes, but a dancer? You had no disrespect for them, just felt a little confused. Does Elisa call dancers for a lap dance? Is this where she went to?

“Oh not your dress! It's just that Elisa never spoke about bringing someone here so I assumed. Also, you're really pretty.” She gave you a wink with her compliment.

You gave her a soft smile with a shy ‘thanks’. “Elisa isn't really into those things, that’s why I was kind of confused.” She nudged your arm when you glanced at the exit again, realizing that you were waiting for Elisa. After hearing what Jackie said, you relaxed into your seat and looked at your surroundings.

Everyone seemed drunk except one, her thick black hair was tied in a high ponytail, too engrossed with her phone to really notice anyone. The other players were dancing, some were singing loudly to some song by Aya, an icon in french music from what you noticed in the past four years living here. “May I ask how you know elisa?” Jackie asked.

“Oh we just met here so…” you shrugged, you didn't feel like telling anyone what actually happened. Jackie nodded, taking her purse into her lap and pulling things out, trying to find something in it. After a while of scrolling on tiktok and looking at the girls partying, Elisa came back in, immediately settling down next to you. You looked at her with a smile, glad that she's back, but your smile was wiped off when you saw her frustrated and sweaty state. When she noticed the worry in your eyes she leaned in closer to you, “Do you like this club?”

You were caught off guard from this question and nodded slowly, “good because I want you to come back here,” You were confused, obviously you'll never come here. It doesn't matter how nice and fancy this place is, after that weirdo, you'll never step foot here. “I kicked him out, he's banned from coming here again.”

“Wa- wait what?” You gasped, looking at the door she came back from, expecting to see him standing there. But he wasn't, and even from the small glass window on the door, you can see that his spot is now empty, as well as his friends’.

“I want you to feel safe celebrating your achievements, I know today has probably been shit.” You bit your lip, turning to look at Jackie playing with her now found camera. You couldn't look at Elisa's eyes or else you would cry. You felt her hand softly caress your shoulder, bringing your body closer to hers. “Thank you, I mean… I don't even know what else to say.”

She gave you a gentle smile and turned to look at her teammates singing karaoke now. “No problem, now do you want to sing and dance with them? Or just sit here?”

“I'll just sit here, you can have fun with them.”

She looked back at you, deciding to lean back into the coach and find a comfortable position. “I play for Paris Saint Germain.”

“What! No way…I feel like shit for not watching you play.” You gasped, psg is the biggest team in France. And that's probably because they are loaded with money and can afford the top players, but you wondered how powerful the women's team is.

She laughed, quickly shaking her head, “don't feel that way! I just wanted to tell you. We just got qualified for the quarterfinals of the champions league that's why they're all drunk and shit.” She tilted her head towards a player dancing on the table. You bit your lip trying not to laugh at the poor woman, but when you heard Elisa's cackle, you let out a little laugh.

“Quarterfinals to the champions league… that's great! That's so cool, honestly, you should go and dance with them!” You pushed her towards the women, but she didn't even budge. She winked at you when she saw you try to move her and held your arm down, “Are you actually trying to push me or are you playing around?”

You knew she was joking, she can tell your struggling face when you tried to push her. You glanced at the way she grabbed your forearm, feeling the blush coming around your cheeks. Her muscles tensed beneath her fitted black shirt, elisa has been trying to subtly send you hints without panicking too much. But she knew she needed to do something even more, so she let her hand slowly go from your forearm to your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. A shy smile broke out in both of your faces, looking up to see her already smiling at you. “Okay…maybe I do want to dance a little.”

You bite your lip and give her a soft nod, indicating that you wanted to dance with her. She grinned brightly and stood up from the couch, delicately pulling you with her. You felt content for the first time, you're finally going to dance and party like how you wanted before you came here in the first place. Elisa pulled you into her body, looking at your eyes to see if you're okay with her wrapping her arms around your waist. You felt speechless so you just nodded and dragged your hands from her forearms all the way to her shoulders, blushing at the feeling of her rough muscles.

Because you were busy trying to mask your flustered state, you didn't notice the panic Elisa was in. Her tightly wrapped hands were shaking and it seemed like she couldn't even glance at your face for three seconds without finding something else to look at. The girls had stopped singing karaoke now, the speaker playing some french afrobeats. “I forgot to tell you, I'm shit at dancing. I was planning on getting too drunk to care.” You admitted with a laugh, elisa tightened her hands around your waist, making your chest flush with hers. “Oh wait until you see me dance.”

“You do realize this song isn’t for slow dancing?” You loved the feeling of her body against yours, but the idea of slow dancing to afrobeats in front of people is confusing you. “Shhh don’t ruin the moment now.” she joked, turning her head around the room, she looked back at you and said, “They’re all too drunk to care.”

You looked around the room, and fortunately she was right. The girls were all dancing, separated into multiple groups and only focusing on them. Even the sober one had stood up and was dancing with the rest. You rested your head on her shoulder, feeling like it doesn’t matter at this point what happens between you. Elisa will probably forget about you, and date an instagram model like every football player does -well… that’s what the male players do at least.

“You tired?” her velvety voice soothed you as she leaned her head on yours. You closed your eyes and hummed in response, not feeling like moving your body. You tried to excuse the exhaustion as the sickness from the old man, but throughout the semester, you have been sleeping 4 hours and only working and studying. And today has been the day you can finally rest.

Elisa moved her hands from your waist to wrap them around your shoulders instead. As much as she was worried about the possible rejection from you, she felt great about you being okay with her physical touches and wanted to enjoy the chance. She can feel your beating heart from the thin dress you’re wearing against her sternum. Elisa’s long fingers were playing with the hem of the dress from your neck, her body slowly rocking as if she’s putting a baby to sleep.

“Thank you,” You whispered, opening your eyes just to see her jaw. “For today. I may not seem happy, but I am really grateful for this, I’m happy.”

“Do you want to go home?”

You stayed silent for a few seconds, before letting out a short breathy laugh, “Is it obvious I don’t like to party?” You didn’t want to offend her, especially after what she did.

“I can call an uber for you, or I can drive you home if you don’t feel safe.” You almost wanted to cry at how thoughtful she is, but you knew you needed some alone time after all of this. Also, the thought of parting ways with Elisa and her completely forgetting about you is eating you alive.

“Thank you, but I’ll feel very guilty if I take you away from the party you should be celebrating.” You let go of the tight embrace you were in, looking at her eyes to let her know how much you meant it. She sighed and nodded with a small hidden frown in her face. Elisa felt like a child attached to a toy, she was worried to let you go and never find you again. Now that she kicked the assaulters out, she hoped you’d come to the club more often.

“Okay, I’ll walk you out.” She held your hand and walked you out of the VIP entrance. The smell of sweat and alcohol hit you in the face, the club is even busier now since it was around 10 at night. Elisa pulled you to her body, putting her arm around your shoulder protectively in case someone does a thing to you. Once you reached the closest exit, she pushed the heavy door and let you go out.

“Ehm… Can I have your phone number?” Elisa suddenly blurted, she wasn’t ready to say goodbye, so she said the lamest thing she thought, “Just to make sure you went home safe…you never know what can happen.”

When Elisa asked that question, your heart started beating faster, your worry about losing her is now out of your head, feeling glad that she wanted to contact you. But after her explanation, you sighed in disappointment, she’s probably not interested in you, she wants to know if you went home safe only.

“Yeah, okay.” You opened your hand, waiting for her to hand you her phone. She pulled out her phone from her front pocket, and passed it to you quickly. Her palms were sweaty from anxiousness, and she hoped her sweat wasn’t all over the phone. She knew she fucked up, she could’ve told you the truth but instead she acted like some sick teenager, and it made her even more annoyed with herself when she saw the excitement in your face disappear like fog. She wanted you to know she’s interested in you. You typed your phone number quickly, before giving it back to her with a tight smile.

“Bye-Bye,” You stepped back, still facing her. “Again, thank you for today.” You gave her a small wave, and then turned and walked your way back home. She was invading your thoughts, her face, her smile, her deep yet delicate voice, her body, and the fact that she’s a professional player that can get anyone she wants.

Once you reached home, you looked at your phone notifications, there were none. 0 from Liz, and 0 from Elisa. You cussed yourself, why would she even bother to text you? She is the hottest woman you’ve ever seen, you probably look like charity work next to her exes. You boiled water for instant noodles, feeling too low to even worry about making dinner. After eating the soggy cheap noodles, you turned on the bathtub faucet and added some oils to calm you down and distract you from Elisa. You contemplated on searching up her name and see what google says about her, but you forced yourself to not even look up a picture of her. She clearly doesn’t care about you, why would you care about her?

After the 30 minute depressing bath, you plopped into the bed, not bothering to put the blanket over you. You suddenly heard a notification ding from your phone. Closing your eyes tightly, you swore that if it's Liz you'll run to her house barefoot to yell at her. When you heard another ding, you opened your eyes slowly and reached out for your bedside table.

[Unknown number]

I'm sorry

I was acting like a kid around u I wanted to ask you out but I got too shy

Can I take you to dinner one day?

You bit into your lip harshly, trying so hard to suppress your blush. You thought about it for a second, you weren't mad because she couldn't ask you out in front of you. You couldn't do it either, and you were also flattered to the thought of her being too shy in front of you. It felt as though she was the confident one there. It didn't matter anyways, what mattered is that you wanted to be hers. And if this date is the first step, you'll take it.

[You]

Okay

Only if I can go and watch you play on the quarterfinals

[Elisa ⚽️]

Really??

YES OF COURSE

Only with my jersey 😉

You turned off your phone and banged your head into the pillow, grabbing your phone again to send her a quick message.

[You]

Of course

I'm going to sleep rn

Good night 💞

[Elisa ⚽️]

Good night 😴

You turned off your phone and closed your eyes, immediately sleeping from the exhaustion of the day.

[Elisa⚽️]

The dress looked perfect on you.

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lizlovestofangirl · 4 months ago

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LIZ'S .5K EVENT ᡣ𐭩

thank you from the bottom of my heart for 500 followers. to celebrate, i'm running a driver blurb event!

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playing from... july 10th 2024 - july 31st 2024

recipie... prompt and a driver (i will be writing one blurb for one driver per request, so feel free to request multiple times)

drivers i write for... lando norris, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, max verstappen, ewis hamilton, george russel, daniel ricciardo, logan sargeant, ollie bearmen, liam lawson, arthur leclerc, kimi antonelli (you can request another driver and i'll see what i can do, no promises though!)

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angst prompt list... linked here

fluff prompt list... linked here

both prompt lists are made by @novelbear

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masterlist...

"going to hold the other's hand in a stressful situation" with kimi raikkonen

"getting lost in their eyes" with charles

"taking pictudres of each other on dates, telling the other how beautiful they are" with oscar

"are you crying?" with lando

"you always do this, making me look like the bad guy." with oscar

"good morning/good night texts" with carlos

"i'm here for you" with max

"oh, honey" with lando

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callsign-magnolia · 1 year ago

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Banner by: @mayhemmanaged

Holy shit! We are 25 followers away from 500! I wanted to release this to let y'all know what I am doing when we finally reach it! I will be doing requests again because y’all seemed to eat that up last time! But I am also releasing a new story called Love In The Dark, which I have recently released the Masterlist for!

Follower Countdown: 0

For those of you who may want to request but never have before, I write fluff, smut, angst, just about anything. I couldn't really tell you what crosses my lines, so feel free to ask! My ask box is officially open for celebration requests!

ASK 🔓

I maintain the right to deny any ask if I am uncomfortable with it.

Here is what I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Smut

I will write for these lovely pilots and our favorite cowboy:

Rooster

Hangman

Bob

Payback

Coyote

Fanboy

Phoenix

I will also write for my pairings:

Rooster x Magnolia (I Hope You Dance)

Rooster x Tatiana (Imperial)

Noah (Rooster) x Liz (Lost in Translation)

Harrison (Bob) x Liz (Lost in Translation)

Hangman x Katie (Undiagnosed)

Hangman x Melinoe (Of Airplanes and Pomegranates)

Bob x Savannah (Blue Velvet)

Hangman x Angel (1+1=3)

Rooster x Iris (Love In The Dark)

Masterlist:

Promotion Sex (Fanboy)

"Did you really just propose?" (Hangman)

Surgery Scare (Hangman x Katie)

Dual Proposal (Bob)

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blowflyfag · 1 year ago

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Pro Wrestling Illustrated: May 1995

Owen Hart

When Things Don’t Work Out–Work Out!

After coming up short in too many title matches, Owen Hart knows what he has to do. The motivation comes from a source close enough to be his brother.

By Liz Hunter

[Determination and anger … you can see both emotions on Owen Hart’s face. He is determined to make himself stronger and better, and angry that his plan to supplant his brother as the best of the family hasn’t worked yet.]

One year ago, Owen Hart reached the pinnacle of his career. In one of he biggest upsets of 1994, Owen defeated his older brother Bret in a singles match on the undercard of WrestleMania X. He even added injury to insult when he left his brother to walk away from the ring with a limp.

Since then, it has been a bit of a downhill slide for “The Rocket,” or “King Of Harts,” as he now prefers. Although he is still among the top singles contenders in the WWF, he has come up short in title matches. He never captured the World title from his brother, and was met with the same results when he re-directed his focus toward Intercontinental champion Razor Ramon.

[Even if you don’t like what Owen has done to Bret and the rest of the Hart family, you can’t help but admire his work ethic. Just when his career started to stall, he bugan working harder than ever in the gym.]

As the year drew to a close, Owen Hart was at a career crossroads. He had made tremendous strides as a singles wrestler, vaulting into contention for the federation’s biggest prizes. But the improvement was still not enough to either of those belts.

Hart could have packed it in. He could have his called off the feud with his brother and returned to tag team wrestling. He could have moved to another federation, where his style may have caught a champion off-guard. But Owen Hart has never done things the easy way. If he did, he would have found a route with less psychological stress, one that didn’t require him to go through his brother to get to the WWF World title. And he would have found a path that didn’t demand the physical stress that he puts his compact, sturdy body through nearly every day.

[On this day, Owen lifted more than usually can lift. It was no coincidence that he got an extra burst of strength immediately after someone asked him about his relationship with his brother.]

Today, the road to the championship has taken him to a small town in the Northeast; it’s not a regular stop on the WWF schedule. Here, in this friendly community, he can move about with relative anonymity, avoiding the recognition from fans and the ensuing catcalls that come with being a rulebreaker.

As he strolls up and down the streets, a few people acknowledge the fact that a celebrity has arrived. But as he enters a fitness center, Owen Hart becomes just another person looking for the edge that will make him better.

[Owen has admitted to friends that sometimes when he looks into the mirror, he sees Bret’s face. He is obsessed with accomplishing more than his brother and doesn’t care if he has to do it completely on his own.]

The name of the fitness center is the High Energy Gym. An associate finds that somewhat ironic, but Hart doesn’t see any humor in it at all. Before his days as a singles wrestler, Hart paired with Koko B. Ware in a tag team called Hugh Energy. The two men were appealing in their bright, multicolored outfits and acrobatic style. They were immensely popular and incredibly unsuccessful, never breaking into the upper echelon of top level tag teams. The infrequent title matches they received all resulted in losses.

Hart removes his warmup suit, strips to a tank top and striped workout pants. Every time he looks at the scar on his knee, he is reminded of High Energy’s lack of success. Hart suffered a serious knee injury early in his career and was constantly receiving treatment for it during the days he was teaming with Ware. He makes his way to the leg press machine and engages 500 pounds of weight to push back and forth.

His thigh muscles explode and retract with each push of the pedals; he exhales fiercely as he releases the weight for another rep. Between breaths, he mentions that the weight is somewhat more than he usually presses, but maintains that he is not lifting in order to impress his present company.

Hart can feel the stolen stares of the gym denizen upon him and shoots them a dangerous glance. The regulars go back to their workout regimen, and so does Hart; he wants to be left alone. It is the reason he left tag team wrestling. It is the reason he has pursued his brother and thumbed his nose at his family in the process. He has heard that it is lonely at the top, and he finds that premise appealing. Becoming WWF World champion would mean that, for once in his life, Owen Hart wouldn’t have to share the spotlight with Bret.

[By the time his workout ended, Owen’s muscles were bulging and he was soaked with sweat. Maybe if he worked that hard in the ring and didn’t take so many shortcuts, he would have a title by now.]

Hart is finished on the leg press machine and makes his way to the free weights area. There is an empty bench press, with circles of weights of all sizes strewn about the floor. As he veins loading up the bar, he is asked about his strained relationship with his brother.

Hart doesn’t try to change the subject, but he doesn’t answer, either, at least not in a verbal sense. After tightening the locks at each end of the bar, securing 320 pounds of metal, he loosens them again and begins removing the smaller weights from each side. He replaces them with larger ones, increasing the total weight up to a total of 400 pounds.

He has still not answered the question about his brother; the first three sets of 12 reps apiece come easily to him. As he sits up to wipe his face with a towel, he is asked again. He returns to his supine position on the bench and begins a fourth set of reps, offering a sentence of just five words in response. Each word comes as he drops the weight to his chest and the struggle to say the next word seems as daunting as the struggle to lift the weight once again.

“The … hell … with … my … brother,” he says, continuing to push the weight skyward. It is coming easier now, and a small smile creases Owen Hart’s face. This is the most weight he has ever bench pressed and the satisfaction in his achievement is clearly evident.

There is a fifth set and a sixth before Hart decides that is enough for today. He sits up and wipes his face again. As he stares blankly around the gym, he is asked about his recent failures in title matches, but he doesn’t answer. He picks up some small dumbbells and lifts them over his head while staring intently into a mirror.

Instead, Hart stands and begins walking toward the bank of Stairmaster machines at the far end of the room. Before programming the machine for 40 minutes at its quickest pace, he put on a pair of headphones and attaches a tape player to his waistband, Hart has no interest in talking the talk today. But he is certainly going to prepare himself to walk the walk.

#owen hart #wwf #world wrestling federation #pro wrestling illustrated #magazine scan #magazine transcript #PWI #PWI 1990s #1990s #1995

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mythos-writes · 2 years ago

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1K Celebration!!

To be honest, I never thought I would get 500 but now my page has 1K followers. I just want to thank everyone who has followed me over the years and anyone who had liked or reblogged one of my stories.

I liked the idea from @runnning-outof-time K's 'Halfway to 2k' Celebration and I'm going to see if I can pull something similar off. Whether you create a mood board or a fic, or as for a request, it doesn't matter to me :)

I would say keep your word count under 1500 words, easy writing and easy reading :) If anyone isn’t comfortable writing anything, send in a request and I could write it :)

Please stay within these fandoms; Formula 1, Peaky Blinders and Stranger Things (Billy mostly)

Writing prompts:

Place a kiss on your lover's neck after taking off their necklace

“You fucking idiot- would it kill you to be careful so I don’t have to worry about your safety all the time!?”

“Don’t touch her. Lay one finger on her and I swear to whatever gods you worship, you’ll meet your ancestors in Hell... and in total shame,”

Confessing their love when (Y/N) is asleep (or vice versa)

cuddling when it's raining

helping them clean themselves up after they get hurt

Slow dancing in the living room

Being there for them when they win/lose (F1 prompt)

Songs up for grabs: Here's a playlist of them all

Adore You- Harry Styles

As It Was - Harry Styles

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene- Hozier

Like Real People Do- Hozier

Royals - Lorde

Mad Sounds - Arctic Monkeys

Run the Credits- Oliver Sim

Rosyln - Bon Iver

Sinners- Barns Courtney

Hellfire- Barns Courtney

Evermore- Dan Stevens

Run Away to Mars- TALK

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift

Love It If We Made It- The 1975

I'm In Love With You- The 1975

Not mandatory to join in: @zablife @fandom-puff @theshelbyclan @danielfuckingricciardo @runnning-outof-time

And anyone else who wants to join :)

Have fun!!

-Liz

#mythoswritesCloseto1K #fanfiction #fanfic #peaky blinders #formula 1 #stranger things #peaky blinder fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

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lire-casander · 3 years ago

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Congrats on 500 followers! How about Malex + 16?

did i hear malex? malex is coming your way!

hug the blues out of me (638 words) | on ao3 prompt: not wanting to let go hugs

"Michael," Isobel stage-whispers. "Could you please just stay still? Some of us would like to enjoy a drink without all this hassle."

"He's nervous," Liz retorts, in the same fake whisper tone Isobel has used before. "You know, since it's been what? Two hours since he last talked to Alex?"

"You think you're so funny, don't you?" Michael mumbles. "It's been a week since he went up to the reservation to visit his mom."

"Aw, you miss your boyfriend," Rosa quips, raising her soda to her lips.

Michael doesn't say a thing in reply, but he knows he's blushing. It's been a while since he last was the target if his family's teasing — and it is a testament to how much he's grown in the past two or three years that he's considering the Ortecho sisters and Valenti part of his family, thank you very much.

Max chooses that exact moment to come back with the milkshakes and fries they've ordered, Arturo waving at them from behind the counter. "Are we grilling Michael?" he asks as he places a milkshake in front of Liz. "You could've at least waited for me!"

"What is this, bothering the moody cowboy hours?" Kyle exclaims as he joins them, shrugging off his coat and drops a kiss on top of Isobel’s head. "Count me in!"

"I'm right here!" Michael protests, but it falls on deaf ears as they keep teasing him for his attitude these past days. He sighs, defeated, and leans back into the booth.

He knows he's been a bit down these past days — Sanders has had to call him out on being distracted at work once or twice — but he just misses Alex. Michael hadn't known he could feel the absence in his bones, but Alex not being there, even if it's even to visit his mother, has hurt deep down Michael’s soul.

He picks up a few fries and is about to stuff them in his mouth when the door to the Crashdown opens and Alex steps in, hair disheveled from the wind raging outside. Michael is off the booth and on his feet before he can register his own movement. He ignores the whistles from the table and makes his way toward Alex, almost tackling him as he hugs his boyfriend. To his credit, Alex drops the bag slung on his shoulder and hugs him back with equal heat, fingers curling around the back of Michael’s flannel shirt.

"I've missed you," Michael whispers into Alex's hair. "I've missed you so much."

Michael can feel the moment Alex starts pulling away, and he clings harder onto Alex's jacket, his nose nuzzling Alex's neck. "Just a little bit longer," he mutters only for Alex to hear him, unabashedly exposing himself to the man he loves but still too self-conscious to let the others know just how needy he's feeling.

Although he has an inkling they already know.

"It's okay," Alex mumbles, hugging Michael back just as fiercely. "I'm back, and I'm not going anywhere. I promise, next time you're coming with me."

That makes Michael jerk slightly away to watch Alex closely. "Would you take me to meet your mother?"

"You're the only thing I've talked about for a week" Alex says teasingly, but there's a glimmer in his eyes that tells Michael there's little joke in those words. "She wants to meet the man I've fallen for."

Michael makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat and buries his face in Alex's shoulder again.

"I love you," he mutters.

He doesn’t need Alex to say those words back, not anymore — he tells Michael in the way he holds his hand and in the way he kisses him and in the way he's holding Michael right now, in the middle of the Crashdown for everyone to see.

#lire's 500 followers celebration #chamblerstara #rnm fic #rnm #michael guerin #alex manes #liz ortecho #rosa ortecho #isobel evans #max evans #kyle valenti #malex #malex fic #michael guerin/alex manes #alex manes/michael guerin #kybel #squint and you miss it kybel #isobel evans/kyle valenti

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charliebradbury1104 · 6 years ago

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What was that?!

Gif submitted by @grace-for-sale Thank you so much, I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy.

Written for: My own 500 follower celebration. Again, I’m super late with this. Sorry! #Liz’s 500 follower celebration

Warnings: none I don’t think. Maybe some angst, but mostly fluffy.

Word Count: 860ish

Jack sat on the small bench inside the jail cell while y/n leaned against the concrete wall in front of him. “I don’t understand, y/n, why are we in this… this cage? Is that what it’s called?” Y/n looked at Jack with empathy, not knowing what to say. Biting her lip she went to sit beside him, still not yet sure of everything that he was capable of, but wanting to provide him some comfort. “Jack, I believe that the reason we’re both in this cage is simply because we scared the Sheriff. I’m sure she’s never witnessed anything supernatural before, most people haven’t.” Looking ashamed, y/n continued as she turned to face him directly. “Jack, I’m so sorry that I tased you, that was the shock you felt in your back. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Jack turned to face y/n too. “I think you did the right thing y/n. I didn’t mean to, but I did something bad. I scared and hurt the Sh..Sheriff, that’s what you called her, right?” Lowering his head and then looking back up at y/n. “Does that make me bad? If it does, I shouldn’t be around anyone, ever again. Maybe I’m not worth all of this.”

Placing her hand on top of Jack’s, she laced their fingers together. “Jack, I know that we only just met not very long ago, but I’ve been doing this job with Sam and Dean, long enough to know a few things about things. First, I’ve seen and can recognize someone or something truly evil when I see it. I’ve seen absolutely nothing evil about you.”

Looking back up at Jack, she continued. “I’m also able to tell a lot about someone almost from our first meeting. I believe that you’re a very kind, and compassionate person with so much potential to do amazing things.” Y/n lowered her gaze to the floor of their cell, feeling herself flush from her toes to the top of her head. Jack just looked at y/n with awe written all over his face, and slight confusion. “Y/n, thank you for being so kind to me, it’s very encouraging. But, why are your neck, face, and ears so pink right now?”, Jack asked quizzically.

Feeling her face flushing further, y/n leaned towards Jack and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. After pulling back, she watched as he placed his fingers against his own lips, never having experienced a kiss before. Jack’s eyes widened as he scooted to the edge of the bench. Tilting his head, Jack looked a bit confused. “What was that, y/n?! It didn’t hurt like the last time you tased me, but my lips are very tingly now.” Y/n laughed, a big belly laugh that her small body could scarcely contain. “Oh Jack, I’m so sorry for that! That’s what’s called a kiss, people do that with other people that they really, really like.

Jack leaned back into y/n and placed an also chaste kiss on her lips just as Sam and Dean walked towards their cell. A smirk pasted on Dean’s face, anger on Sam’s. “Kisses are nice, aren’t they, Jack? I’ll assume that’s your first kiss with a real girl?” Dean asked grinning.

Sam gripped the cell bars, “Never again, Jack! She’s like...like our little sister, I don’t want to see that!” Looking at Sam and Dean, confused at their reactions, Jack attemptedto explain himself. “That’s what people do when they really, really like each other Sam, they kiss! I like y/n, so we kissed, isn’t that how people do it?”

Throwing his hands up in the air as he walked away from the cell shaking his head, Sam mumbled under his breath, “He’s not even a month old, what is y/n thinking kissing him?”

Walking out of the jail, Dean felt Jack relentlessly tugging on his shirt and quickly closing the distance between them.

“Dean, Dean, I need your help desperately!

Straightening his shirt, Dean turned to look at Jack. “What is it kid, what do you desperately need from me?” With excitement written all over his face, Jack spoke. “Um, well I really liked kissing y/n, can you tell me what comes next?”

With his acute hearing, Sam heard every word coming from Jack’s mouth. He came to a dead stop in the parking lot and spun on his heels to face Dean and Jack. Seeing Dean grinning from ear to ear, Sam held his hand up to stop him from speaking another word. “Jack, it’s your turn to sit up front with Dean!” Sam exclaimed. “I’ll be sitting in the back with y/n, until further notice!”

(I cannot come up with more of an ending, so I’m stopping here before I really flub this up!!)

Tagging: @nightlyinsomnious @chelsea072498 @grace-for-sale @ellen-reincarnated1967 @bringmesomepie56 @waywardbaby @waywardnerd67 @salt-n-burn-em-all @alangel1895 @emoryhemsworth @littlegreenplasticsoldier @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @assbutt-still-in-hell @bamcrux @85natalie @butiaintgonnaloveem @impala-dreamer @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @luci-in-trenchcoats

Oh God, I don’t even know who to tag!! I hope I did okay, and y’all like it!!

XOXO, Liz

#SPN GIF DRABBLE #Jack Kline #Jack x reader #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Jack!fluff #I think?#Liz’s 500 follower celebration

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arcane-vagabond · 1 year ago

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A gift for you ❤️ Happy 500!

MY JAW IS ON THE FUCKING FLOOR

OH MY GOD?? OH MY GOD???

MY BRAIN HAS BLUE SCREENED. I NEED TO TURN MYSELF OFF AND REBOOT

OH MY GOD???????????????

#brb CRYING #this is going on the masterlist #holy shit #answered #kissmecaiti #500 celebration #Liz’s 500 #Liz’s 500 Celebration #mmats #meet me at the sea

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bugrry · 6 years ago

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congrats, hun! 🌻 + so, the question is about my education, will I be able to enter the university before this year ends?

Thank you, hun!

Now, tarot doesn’t respond well to yes or no questions, so I asked what your future in education is like. This was kind of a close-ended question, so I didn’t have much wiggle room, so if you’d like me to draw some more cards for you, shoot me a message, and I’ll be happy to help!

Anyway, for your question, I drew an upright four of wands. Everything is working out well when this card comes up in a reading. It indicates pleasure and prosperity, financial stability, and a happy home life. I call this the “comfort card.” You’ve shown the world who you are and what you can achieve, and you’ve gained the recognition and rewards you deserve.

I only really read this one way. Based on the card I drew, I see a bright educational future for you, whether that be by the end of this year or later. The way I read this, is you will go to school eventually, and you will do well. Now, I always say this just in case. But tarot readings should always be taken with a grain of salt. Cards only tell a path your life is likely to go down, but nothing is definite.

I do believe you will go to university soon, because it seems like something you truly want, and if you want something bad enough, and are willing to work and/or sacrifice for it, it will come to you. Good luck, love!!

500 follower celebration – ask

#liz celebrates 500 #ask #valkyriesbi

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jynerso · 3 years ago

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LIZ'S 500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION @benoitblanc asked: aos season 1 or SEASON 2

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hollandbaby · 7 years ago

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ok so i have some requests for HC’s and stuff in my inbox from a while ago and I’m so so sorry it’s taken so long, i wanted to do things in order but i completely blanked for a while and didn’t get round to finding inspiration for writing things y’know? anyway I’m gonna answer a couple of them and again i know it’s super late and I’m so so so sorry

#hollandbaby’s 500 follower celebration #I’m sorry its so late!!!!!#no one will read rgis lol stfu liz

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dinosaurtsukki · 4 years ago

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haikyuu!! + things they were doing on the internet when they were like... 12

a/n: is this also a call-out post for myself and a way to make fun of things i did? yes

Hinata: playing those free to play weird-ass games on y8.com when he’s not fighting over the computer with his sister

Kageyama: watching ‘top ten best sets in volleyball games with slow-motion’ again and again until his sister taught him how to use youtube

Tsukishima: writing long essays that he posts on facebook about how much twilight sucks and how much he hates it. definitely had a twilight phase

Yamaguchi: secretly writing twilight fanfiction and posting them on wattpad. he got pretty famous for them but he’ll never talk about it

Ennoshita: played Feeding Frenzy a lot. like, a Lot. this man was a literal god

Tanaka: MAKING PUNK/EMO EDITS OF HIS FAVORITE CELEBRITIES. his masterpiece was punk harry styles feat. 6 earrings and a neck tattoo

Nishinoya: watching american ninja warrior compilations but the ones with ‘eye of the tiger’ edited over them to make them extra awesome

Daichi: coming up with his own inspirational quotes that are kind of terrible like ‘even though i’ve been beaten down, i’ll always get back up’ and posting them on facebook thinking that he’ll inspire people somehow

Sugawara: watching ‘Hetalia Ep. 25 VIETSUB|SPN|ENG subtitles pt. 2/28′ on youtube. either that or ouran high school host club idk this guy had a phase

Asahi: taking a whole bunch of those ‘what your fashion says about you’ quizzes until he eventually made one himself as well as a polyvore account

Oikawa: reading and writing doctor who fanfiction before eventually getting into sherlock and supernatural. yes, he shipped destiel. yes, the destiel canon thing on november ruined him

Iwaizumi: he was really into looking up random animal videos like ‘tarantula vs. scorpion fight’ and stuff like monster bug wars from animal planet and when oikawa made fun of his search history he figured out how to delete it

Hanamaki: vibing to the Phineas and Ferb songs playlist that he made on youtube (of course the aglet song is his favorite one)

Matsukawa: a true tumblr child and was there when this hellsite was first birthed. he remembers the tumblr wars between the fandom and the hipster blogs all too well

Ushijima: didn’t know what the internet was until tendou realized he didn’t have a skype so he made an account for him. until now, ushijima’s status still says ‘hi, wakatoshi here’

Tendou: watching a whole bunch of minecraft song parodies on youtube before eventually making them himself

Semi: either learning guitar through youtube videos or looking up ‘how to play lucky by jason mraz EASY VERSION | NO BAR CHORDS’

Shirabu: he used only Google+ as his social media and wondered why he wasn’t getting any friends

Goshiki: this kid was blessed to be twelve years old when the lego movie came out so he most definitely just used the internet to listen to ‘everything is awesome’ again and again

Kuroo: definitely a fandom kid, one of those from the six major book fandoms (hp, pjo, hg). used to run a fricking roleplay group on tumblr and his oc’s always have a Dark Backstory

Kenma: youguysaregonnacomeformebut--- SONIC THE HEDGEHOG FANFICTION OKAY BYE

Yaku: playing Pet Society on facebook. is it such a coincidence to see him so decked out and rich now when his pet had the same lifestyle? nO

Lev: playing those papa louie games (papa’s pizzeria, papa’s burgeria, etc) and trying to force the game to crash by serving customers 500 chicken wings

Bokuto: as soon as he got a skype account, he’d pretty much voice call anyone and everyone he saw had an ‘active’ status on but his friends didn’t have the heart to switch their status to ‘inactive’

Akaashi: was the king of making ‘which ___ character would be into you (for girls and gays only!!!)’ quizzes that are very detailed. he’d even make a whole character profile with a ‘how you met them’ at the end

Atsumu: used to secretly watch episodes of ‘boys over flowers’ and ‘meteor garden’ on the computer when he was alone at home. eventually got into girl’s generation and super junior

Osamu: a master at playing poptropica and even had a whole gig making poptropica walkthroughs for other people. sometimes he’d play club penguin and get himself kicked out for swearing just for fun

Suna: looking up ‘demons by imagine dragons with lyrics’ on youtube and just playing it on loop. his desktop wallpaper says ‘don’t get too close, it’s dark inside’

Kita: didn’t know what the internet was until suna and aran took pity on him and helped him create a facebook account. until now, his profile pic is still a picture of his jersey number and he has 99+ unchecked notifications

Sakusa: his cousin introduced him to sims. except, sakusa doesn’t play ‘for fun’ but to vicariously live the average salaryman life through his virtual character (he named him steve)

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taglist (check out my post for details on being part of my taglist):@montys-chaos @miyumtwins @strawberriimilkshake @pocubo @sugawara-sweetheart @akaashisbabydoll @laure-chan @therainroguefanfiction @atetiffdoesart @stephdaninja @oikaw-ugh @charliefredb @dramaqueenweeb1469 @tremblinghearts @applepienation @doodleniella @haikyuu-my-love @waitforitillwritemywayout @kattykurr @atsumusdomain @goodfoodxoxoxo @ah-kaashi @guardianangelswings @definitely-yours @amberalisa @whootwhoot @liz-multifandom-hotel @kac-chowsballs @procrastination-lady

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