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spideyanakin · 2 years

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Stolen Dance

Pierre Gasly x Reader

Listen to Stolen Dance by Milky Chance

Synopsis - Your ex bothers you about dating Pierre.

Requested by - Anonymous // I might have a Pierre Gasly idea! One where you are dating Pierre now, but used to date another driver. But no one knew about that and you haven't told Pierre yet. And then when you come with Pierre to the track, there is a bit of drama with your ex but it ends well?Just an idea, you don't have to write it if you don't want to 💕

A/N - I love this request so much I had a burst of inspiration

Masterlist 🧚🏻‍♀️

Pierre Gasly Masterlist 🌻

You didn't mean for your past relationship to end badly.

It was a mix of bad circumstances and situations with growing away from feelings you once had.

You were both at fault, but he was probably more guilty in the destruction of your relationship than you were.

You were doing your best to spend as little time as you could with him, and the two of you could feel the distance getting larger every day.

And then he cheated on you.

He found that bimbo who was ready to follow him to the other ends of the earth, partly using him for his money and the fame that went with dating an F1 driver.

In the end you didn't really mind, you were trying to get out of the relationship yourself. The one thing that hurt the most was learning it through instagram stories.

You vividly remembered the image.

You clicked on Lando's instagram story, knowing he was hanging out with the man you pretended to like - and your heart dropped when you saw what was going on.

There he was, the one and only Esteban Ocon - making out with a barbie looking like brunette in a tight dress that was way too short for your taste.

One glance of her and you realized she was everything you were not. Coats of make up mixed with huge acrylic nails and breasts you could bet everything you had she paid good money to have this big.

She was everything you knew he probably wanted, everything you weren’t. It was like a video especially designed to make fun of your almost tomboy looks, or the way you barely wore make up or even took your time to do your nails if it wasn’t for events. To make fun of the to keep your relationship private, or the way you never posted little cute stories of him or Instagram pictures.

Because her story was already filled with him. Her last few posts were filled with his face and the ones of Lando and George Russell.

It hurt like a knife to your stomach. You would have said heart if you hadn't already lost your feelings, but you felt more humiliation than heartbreak. You didn't deserve this. You didn't deserve him.

Even if your relationship had never been public, you felt exposed. Like people would laugh or whisper, even if they never knew. It was a hidden wound that you didn't know how to heal.

You had broken up over the phone, and quit you’re job as Alpine’s official photographer and social media handler the same day.

Not like you minded, you had other offers.

Mercedes had offered you good money to handle the social medias for their FE team and take pictures of the races. Going from the loud world of F1 to the quieter cars of FE was a big change, but it was amazing.

Your team had been so welcoming, and the drivers as well - It was like coming home.

But what fully made your wound heal was Pierre.

You'd known him for years. You were both from the same town and had gone to Kindergarten together - went your separate ways for years until you both found yourself working in Formula 1.

Being in the same friend group you quickly realized you already knew each other. You often met with him when you were back in Rouen, and it would be a lie to say that Esteban hadn't been jealous back when you were still together.

Seeing him again after months of being away from F1 was enough to make you realize the chemistry between the two of you. Something you never let yourself feel when you were still with Esteban.

Then the two of you got together.

And little by little you found yourself longing for the race weeks where FE was taking place on the same circuits as F1. Because that's when you got to spend every little second of your free time with Pierre, and sneak in some artsy pictures of him.

That's when you got the little moments you cherished the most.

"Pierre." You giggled into his arms as his arm snaked around you a little tighter to keep you close.

"Yes?"

"We got to go!" You chuckled as you tried to push him away but his grip was too strong.

"They can wait for us." He mumbled into your shoulder.

"If you want my opinion, I don't think they will."

"Ugh." he rolled away from you and you laughed as you went for your phone - your eyes widening when you saw the amount of notifications that popped up. Your phone was over heating by how much your phone was blowing up.

"What the fuck?" You whispered as you opened instagram.

+99 notifications. Your follower count had tripled, you didn't even dare checking your DM's.

Your fingers flied to Whatsapp, checking the 700 missed messages from your groupchat with your friend group. The messages were still coming, and you felt even more confused.

'@Y/N'

'@PIERRE'

'@Y/N'

'@PIERRE'

'Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N'

'PIERRE PIERRE'

'PIERRE GASLY'

'WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?'

'PIERRE FREAKING GASLY'

‘ANSWER US’

You clicked the groupchat, scrolling back up to the start of the 700 messages and your heart dropped.

There was a picture of you and Pierre from yesterday night, kissing in the streets of Rouen. There was more than one picture and even a video. It was very obvious the two of you were together, even in love.

Your arms were wrapped around his torso while his were resting dangerously low on your back. You were clearly kissing on the video, and in the pictures as well. The ones where you weren't, you were looking at each other with a loving look, or laughing at something the other had said.

You had thought you were alone, or at least safe from sneaky paparazzi’s and fans.

"Pierre!" The hand that wasn’t holding your phone went to slap his chest. He let out if a small ‘oof’ before opening one eye and looking towards your panicked face.

"That’s my name."

"Look at this." You shoved your phone in front of his face, his eyes taking a second to adjust as he started complaining that your phone was too bright.

When he finally realised what it was his eyes went wide. “Oh shit" he frowned and handed you your phone back to grab his - being met with as many messages as you. "Well, that’s also a way of making our relationship public."

"Ugh" you dropped onto your pillow, making Pierre laugh.

"What?"

"I’m already getting death threats from 14 year old girls in love with you."

"Bullshit." He grinned.

"Take a look" you dropped your phone on his chest and he picked it up to indeed see the threats. He let out a loud chuckle before deleting the message and quickly scrolling through your other ones. "Not only - look you’ve just got a ‘I KNEW IT’ from Nyck de Vries, and we already have fan art" he showed you and you slapped the phone away from his hand, letting it drop somewhere in the bed before shifting to hug Pierre.

"Are you sure this isn’t going to change anything between us?" You mumbled, suddenly feeling a little nervousness settling in your stomach.

"The only thing that’s going to change is that I can kiss you and hold your hand anywhere I want now." He kissed the top of your head and you squeezed him tighter into your embrace.

"I think we should answer that group-chat before they go crazy."

Ah race week end.

The first rawe creek since your pictures went viral.

This time, Pierre was holding your hand and the two of you didn’t think twice before trying to hide your relationship. But as much as you loved being with him, not only in the comfort of your home but in public; being able to say you were his and he was yours - a bad feeling had settled into your stomach.

The day the pictures got out you had received a text from Esteban.

It was one of you and Pierre's kissing pictures with the message ‘I should have known you were a gold digger, can’t wait to see which driver is next’

If you hadn’t been fully over him you might have thrown your phone from your apartment window - or throw screws into his tires. But instead you put that message somewhere in the back of your mind, and enjoyed your moments with Pierre, finally trying to enjoy a Grand Prix like you use to.

What you didn’t expect was Esteban showing up to say hi.

He greeted Pierre with a hug and of course went to hug you as well.

"You have no rights to text me what you did" you whispered into his ear as you dug your nails into his shoulders; hoping it would leave a scar.

Once you pulled away you glued yourself to Pierre, fidgeting with the zipper of his pants pocket as you tried to focus on controlling your anger for the rest of the conversation.

But sadly, someone called him to the garage too early. Something about his car needing an adjustment. You kept your stare focused on Pierre's back as he walked away.

"You didn't waste a single second, did you?" The instant Pierre was out of earshot, he got right to it.

"Sorry?" You blinked.

"The second we break up, you're all over him."

"Should I remind you of what happened between us?" You crossed your arms over your chest. "You moved on first if I'm correct. And it’s been months, I should be allowed to move on."

"Don't put this on me. We both knew that if I hadn't been the one cheating you would have gone-"

"Excuse me? I'm not a cheater, Esteban. I wouldn't have put you through it. I wouldn't have hurt you like that because if even if our feelings had gone I still cared about you, and I still cared about what you felt. So no, I wouldn't have hurt you like that. If I had wanted to be with someone else I would have broken up with you first, or at least I wouldn't have posted it all over instagram." You huffed.

You were finally happy with Pierre, you couldn't accept that he dared try to ruin it.

"Of course you get with another F1 driver. I should have known you were there for the money." He rolled his eyes, putting his hands in his pockets.

This time you were close to slapping him. You felt your hand want to raise itself, and it took all your strength not to.

You? Being in for the money?

You, who refused presents, or you refused that he spend his money on you for nothing. You did everything so that you wouldn’t be spoiled, or that he wouldn’t feel that way. But now he was spitting it out as if you had taken him for a walking wallet back when you were together, and like he wasn't dating a gold digger himself.

"I wonder who it will be next." He clicked his tongue and this time, your hand did fly.

It flew right across his cheek, and you heard his girlfriend gasp from the paddock. "I’m not the one being with my boyfriend for his money" you stare went to his new girl, and you bumped your shoulder into his as you left for the Alpha Tauri garage where Pierre was.

"Did you just slap Ocon across the cheek?" Pierre looked at you all confused, a smile almost dragging itself on his lips.

"Yes."

"Um- do I need to know... or?" His reaction made you smile and you shook your anger away.

"I'll tell you later."

"So why did you slap poor Esteban across the face?" He raised an eyebrow as he brought his warm cup of tea back to his lips.

"You really want to know?" You whined.

"Yes" he looked at you as he opened a box of cookies and handed you one. "I want to know what not to do, because that slap looked like it hurt" That made you giggle.

"You could never hurt me the way he did." You let that sentence slip. Your voice as soft as a summer breeze that came to flow into Pierre’s ears.

His heart dropped a little, the mood becoming a little more serious as you set the tone for your next sentence.

"Esteban and I use to date."

That made him frown.

"I- I didn’t know that."

"No one did" you played with the cookie wrapper, unable to meet his eyes. "And I’m sorry I’ve never told you before." You breathed out through your nose.

"Was it back when you worked for Alpine?" He turned around the kitchen isle so he could be closer to you. Leaning his hip on the counter to face you.

"Yes. We kept our relationship private, but we started growing apart before we could even tell anyone. I started making excuses not to come in to work. Saying I had some pictures to edit or some crazy story. I did everything not to see him outside of races. We- we just grew apart. He became cold towards me, and I didn’t know how else to react." When your fingers had enough of the cookie wrapper they found Pierre’s fingers who were flat on the counter.

"I guess we both lost all feelings." You sighed as you continued to play with his hand. "Then he cheated on me." This time you met with his eyes and Pierre opened his mouth to reply but all the words were stuck in the back of his throat. "It shouldn’t have hurt because I didn’t like him anymore, but it still felt horrible.” This time he seemed to come back to his senses and placed his hand on your shoulder in comfort

"What- what happened next?" He started rubbing comforting circles on your shoulder. You let yourself relax under his touch.

"We broke up over the phone. He screamed at me for making a fuss about it, and I felt like an idiot. I quit my job for Alpine and moved to Mercedes-EQ"

"So that's why you left?" You nodded, and he frowned as he realized something. "But that was months ago- why the heck did you-?"

"Slap him across the face today?" You titled your head in question and he breathed out a laugh.

"Yeah."

You let your face fall a little as you grabbed your phone from its spot on the counter. You scrolled through your messages until you landed on your ex.

"Here." You turned the phone around, looking away from Pierre as he read.

His silence started to scare you. Suddenly the fear of what Esteban had told you munching at your stomach and you started rambling.

"When we saw him today, he told me the- the same thing. That- that's why I slapped him." Your voice got quiet, but when Pierre still didn't answer and seemed to be frozen as he looked at you - you continued your rambling. "But I promise you Pierre- I- I'm not in this relationship for your fame or- or your money- I- I promise you I-" Before you could continue your sentence his lips crashed on yours.

"Hey." He grabbed your shoulders a little tighter. "I know." He chuckled. "Trust me, I know." You let out a thankful breath before bringing your lips back to his.

You rested your forehead on his, and after a few quiet seconds he started to chuckle.

"What?" You asked, with a small smile.

"I can't believe he said that and you believed it." He shook his head.

"I didn't believe it! That's why I slapped him!" You argued. "I was scared you would believe it!"

"Believe that? Believe that when you're literally the most annoying person on the planet when it comes to gifts."

"Sorry?"

"I can never get you anything! If it was me, I would have gotten you that dress from Gucci the first time you set eyes on it! But no! You said it was ugly just so I wouldn't buy it for you." You stayed speechless, he had a point. "And that Cartier watch you saw when we went there to pick something for my mom. It would have looked amazing on you." He sighed. "And I still want to get you that sports car."

"I won't let you, keep your money." You shook your head, your answer proving his point.

"See this proves my point." He chuckled. "And as you said, It's my money I do what ever I want with it." He bopped your nose and you gave him an annoyed look that made him smile. "Let's make a deal." You raised an eyebrow, curious as to what his deal was. "You get what that asshat said out of your head-"

"You did not just call my ex an asshat?"

"I just did." He gave you a proud smile.

"Alright, what else?"

"You get these ideas out of your head, and you let me make you more presents." You wanted to argue but his face wasn't one you could say no to.

"I-"

"Please?"

"Alright." You bit your lip. "But don't go too crazy." You shook your head.

"I promise I won't"

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uglypastels · 2 years

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SPOTIFY WRAPPED Prompts (2021 edition)

Hi everyone!! I know I've been a bit MIA with my writing lately, but since Spotify Wrapped finally came out, and I know I had so much fun last year, I thought this would be a great way to get back into it :)

Rules are simple as always and song list is below cut.

You don’t have to be following me, but it would be nice of course haha

Please reblog this post to spread the word. I don’t want it to flop

Send in an ask with the song (from the list) and person you want me to write about

be as specific in your request as you like

can be just (person x reader + song) or you can send in an entire plot that you want me to include.

it can be smut (18+!!), angst or fluff

any au goes i think

amount of asks per person is unlimited

I will use my right of denying to write something if it makes me uncomfortable <3

Don't judge me for my music taste <3

MASTERLIST - INBOX + GUIDELINES

disclaimer, Red (Taylor's Version) came out a few weeks ago and chances are the data is not accounted in the wrap up- but it is probably the only thing I've listened to since it came out, so I will also allow requests for any Red (tv) songs + Folklore and Evermore songs that aren't on this list cause I've also been listening to that a lot the past few days :)

Suzie by Jojo Macari

ZITTI E BUONI by Måneskin

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE by Måneskin

Chosen by Måneskin

Murder on the Dancefloor by Sophie Ellis-Bextor

Back It Up by Caro Emerald

no body, no crime by Taylor Swift

Weapon of Choice by Fatboy Slim

The One Who Cares by Jojo Macari

4 Minutes by Madonna ft. Justin Timberlake

The Wrong Place by Hooverphonic

The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

good 4 u by Olivia Rodrigo

Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift, HAIM

Rise_dive by Jojo Macari

Can't Get You out of My Head by Kylie Minogue

Dark Side by Blind Channel

I Think We're Alone Now by Tiffany

Internet Friends Jojo Macari

Cold Cold Cold by Cage the Elephant

The Walker by Fitz and The Tantrums

Little Lies by Fleetwood Mac

Space and Time and Halloween and Paracetamol by Jojo Macari

Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

Ain't No Sunshine by Bill Withers

Think About Things by Daði Freyr

Kiss You by One Direction

Womanizer by Britney Spears

Dancing in the Moonlight by Toploader

Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado, Timbaland

Waterloo by ABBA

Do It All The Time by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT...

Echoes by The Rapture

brutal by Olivia Rodrigo

HUMUHUMUNUKUAPUA'A from High School Musical 2

10 Years by Daði Freyr

Kiss My (Uh Oh) by Anne-Marie, Little Mix

Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz

We Didn't Start the Fire by Billy Joel

exile by Taylor Swift, Bon Iver

Escape (the Pina Colada Song) by Rupert Holmes

Play That Funky Music by Wild Cherry

Love Story (Taylor's Version)

Pumped up Kicks by Foster The People

Rock the Boat by Hues Corporation

One Way or Another (Teenage Kicks) by One Direction

These Boots Are Made For Walkin' by Nancy Sinatra

Die Young by Kesha

Ain't No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant

Sign of the Times by Harry Styles

Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

Rock DJ by Robbie Williams

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

Flashdance... What a Feeling by Irene Cara

Jump Around by House Of Pain

Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice

Sound of The Underground by Girls Aloud

How You Like Me Now by The Heavy

Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles

august by Taylor Swift

traitor by Olivia Rodrigo

She Wolf by Shakira

You're The One That I Want from Grease

Me Too by Meghan Trainor

Jump by Girls Aloud

Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars

Believe by Cher

Mama Do The Hump by Rizzle Kicks

What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction

You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift

The Shoop Shoop Song by Cher

Left Hand Free by alt-J

Ready or Not by Bridgit Mendler

Year 3000 by Busted

Stolen Dance by Milky Chance

Who Do You Think You Are by Spice Girls

Love Shack by The B-52's

Don't Stop Believin' by Journey

Kiss From a Rose by Seal

Don't You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds

Livin' La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin

Torn by Natalie Imbruglia

invisible string by Taylor Swift

Golden Brown by The Stranglers

Mrs. Robinson from The Graduate

Call My Name by Cheryl

Poker Face by Lady Gaga

Love Runs Out by OneRepublic

Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations

Gold by Spandau Ballet

Mamma Mia from Mamma Mia!

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da by the Beatles

Kiwi by harry Styles

Killer Queen by Queen

Nice To Meet Ya by Niall Horan

WandaVision! from WandaVision (episode 2)

Feel by Robbie Williams

Juice by Lizzo

Bills by LunchMoney Lewis

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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 3 years

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Hiii!! How are you doing today?? I hope that you're well and staying healthy, happy and hydrated. Could I please have a matchup, with a male haikyuu character if that's okay with you??

My personality type is INTP-A/INFP-A my T and F are split 50/50.

My star sign is Aries, rising sun is Capricorn and moon is Pisces.

I use she/her pronouns.

I really like doing anything creative, so whether its writing, drawing, baking, or even cooking, I find it really relaxing and chill to do

Hate going outside and in public, it makes me really nervous and anxious especially if I'm alone

But when I go out with someone I always hold onto the bottom of their top of their sleeve because it makes me feel better

My love language is quality time/ words of affirmations, and I show love through acts of service, affirmations and a little bit of physical touch.

I'm a very open minded chill person, very witty and love corny jokes or dad jokes.

Not open with my emotions, I like to keep them to myself and dont like sharing them, but I will always be willing to listen to your problems.

I dont like doing high effort things, unless it's for other people. Like the only motivation I have for making revision notes for college is so that I can share it with those in my class if they ever need them.

I'm a very laidback borderline lazy person.

I'm a very practical person, and I can do quite a lot of stuff that might not necessarily be useful, but could be, like I can read maps and do bearings, and I know how to do most things, I dont know why, I just do.

I like to think I'm a very well rounded person, in terms of academics as well. I got straight A's in all my subject exams and yeah

Thank you soooooo much, I hope that this is enough. Make sure you're taking care of yourself and drink lots and lots of water 😊😊. Thank youu 💞💞 xxx

Romantic Matchup

Osamu Miya

How y’all met

Cooking class

The school had a cooking class and you two got partnered up for a assignment

The assignment was to take two cultures and make a fusion dish

Osamu chose japanese in the form of onigiri so he let you pick the second sulture

So you chose mexican

You decided to make Sweet Rice Onigiry

Omg it was BOMB

Yall got a A+ on that assignment

And osamu really had fun making it with you

So you basically just became his cooking buddy

He would invite you over to crate some crazy dishes regularly

And slowly but surely he began to fall for you

It started off small

A little blush whenever y’all touched hands

Him thinking of you whenever he sees a certain food

Then it grew

And grew

Soon enough the poor man couldn’t get you out of his head

Everything reminded him of you

He caught himself counting the minutes till he could see you again

So he confessed

It was really blunt actually

But also very indirect

Essentially he just gave you a bento box with a love note in it

And long story short you accepted his confession ❤️

What they love about you

Hahhhhh

Ok so according to my Dating Osamu Headcanons

Mans is the king of food puns

And he loves how he can always make you laugh with those

Ngl it boosts his ego when you laugh at his jokes

Ok kinda weird but...

He likes how anxious you are

He finds it so cute when you cling into him in public

Says it makes him feel like your “protector”

Lol ok Osamu

He loves how laid back you are

Now don’t get me wrong Osamu isn’t lazy per say

But he definitely is more laid back than others

Very nonchalant if you will

So he’s happy that your the same way as he is

Ok quick one

He loves how you’re a good listener

However

He wishes you would open up to him more :(

But he makes it known that he’s always there for you

Favorite Things To Do Together

Ahh

He loves to cook with you

Duh

But

He likes the ENTIRE process of cooking with you

From the planning

To the shopping

To the cooking

To the cleaning

He loves it all

SO COOK WITH THIS MANSSS

Random Hc

Every time you cook together it turns into a fusion dish

You guys invented “dessert onigiri”

You guys went on a road trip once and got lost

Your map reading skills really came in handy that day 😉

He hates to admit it but...

He relays on you when it comes to schoolwork

He always goes to you for notes

But makes it up for you with kithes 😚

Astrology

Aries+ Libra

When Aries and Libra come together in a love affair, the inherent polarity of the Zodiac is invoked.

Aries and Libra are directly opposite one another in the Zodiac — 180 degrees apart.

Each Sign possesses qualities that the other lacks; combined with Libra’s natural yen for harmony, this can be a relationship that enjoys great balance.

Aries is the Sign of Self while Libra is the Sign of Partnership, and the differences continue: Aries is impulsive, excitable and ready to jump right into something new and exciting, while Libra is indecisive, peace-loving and prefers a calm, smooth approach.

Aries can learn from Libra that their own way isn’t necessarily the best way.

Aries is ruled by the Planet Mars and Libra is ruled by the Planet Venus.

This is a great match, as these are the Planets of Passion and Love, respectively.

Venus and Mars go well together as they’re the two sides of the love relationship coin.

They’re universally recognized as male and female and this relationship is a good balance of masculine and feminine energy.

Venus is about the beauty of romance while Mars is about the passion of romance.

Overall Aesthetic

Foodies 🍱

Songs

Deathbed- Powfu

Baby I’m yours- Arctic Monkeys

Lost in you- Khai Dreams

Stolen Dance- Milky Chance

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fandom #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu matchups #osamu x reader #osamu miya #osamu hcs #osamu headcanons #osamu x y/n #miya osamu

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losingitinjersey · 3 years

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Ever have those days where your weight isn’t dropping like it’s supposed to? Despite all your best efforts of eating less than your calorie limit, eating less than 20g net carbs, continuing to exercise and eating within your fasting window. So you say eff it all and eat half a pint of (keto friendly) ice cream then find you lose weight in the morning? Just a 0.1lb loss, but still. Wtf. I *know* the scale isn’t a straight correlation from intake the day before, but it’s annoying that it isn’t!

Just experiencing a momentary frustration. When I take a step back, I do love that I’m even flirting with onderland right now (even though I desperately want more distance from 200 before my planned diet break on Thanksgiving) and I need to remember that I’ve done a helluva good job keeping up on efforts the last eight months. Perspective, folks. How is it so hard to have it sometimes?

The huge news at my house is that erp JUST started feeding herself! She’s always held her arms straight out to her sides with her mouth open waiting for me to feed her (despite my constant encouragement for her to feed herself). We still have a ways to go but as of last night and this morning she’s now picking up foods off her tray and putting them in her mouth! Success!! Can’t believe this week brought both standing and self-feeding. AND she’s now 11 months old! Such a week!

I want to give a humungous shoutout to @holycraplookatthatturkeyneck, @improvingovertime, @always-the-2nd, @snapthistiger, @kcowgill, @abcd-adventures, and @theunstuffedpepper for tagging me in all the things the last few weeks! Please accept one of my many selfies above for the SDS tag, and my answers to the other questions are as follows :)

LAST SONG: Currently listening to “Breakdown” by Jack Johnson. I almost always have music playing in the house so it’s hard to pinpoint these things!

LAST MOVIE: “How Do You Know” - Recommended by my bff! It was a lovely little happy distraction to enjoy. Even though I minored in Cinema Studies, it’s a rare day when I’ll sit down to watch a movie. I’m much more apt to binge a series than watch a movie. I get super attached to characters so series allow me to get more connected and involved than a movie can provide.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Eh, nothing really. I finished The Queen’s Gambit and am looking for my next series. When I have a half hour or hour to kill I’ll watch either Bob’s Burgers, It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia or Rick & Morty, all of which I’m watching for the first time. I was watching “Ratched” but I stopped halfway through, it just wasn’t pulling my attention enough.

CURRENTLY READING: I recently started listening to audiobooks on my walks and I’m on Stephen King’s “If It Bleeds.” It’s okay. I’m excited to get into a longer story once this is done.

CURRENTLY CRAVING: Nothing. I am very much at peace at the moment. Weekend mornings are my absolute favorites. I get time with my girl, plus time alone with my coffee and thoughts. I love that Kevin sleeps late and hope he always does :)

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You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list 20 songs, then tag 10 people.

As mentioned above, I ALWAYS have music on. I’ve paid for Pandora since 2006 so I have close to 100 personalized stations for whatever mood I might be in. While I never shuffle all my stations it was fun to do so for this exercise to see what pops up. I feel like the below list is a good representation of my variety of music tastes :)

Push - Matchbox Twenty

Seventy-Six Trombones - The Music Man

I Knew I Loved You - Savage Garden

The Nutcracker, Op. 71 / Act 2: No. 14 - Tchaikovsky

Ain't That A Kick In The Head - Dean Martin

Sing, Sing, Sing - Benny Goodman

Beyond The Sea - Bobby Darin

Eight Days A Week - The Beatles

Want You Bad - The Offspring

Written At A Rest Stop - Ronnie Day

First Day Of My Life - Bright Eyes

Orinoco Flow - Enya

Riptide - Vance Joy

Date Rape - Sublime

Sweet Blossom - Robin Stine

Oxford Comma - Vampire Weekend

Shake Me Down - Cage The Elephant

I'm Yours / Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Straight No Chaser

The State of Massachusetts - Dropkick Murphys

Stolen Dance - Milky Chance

Tagging @zerocarb, @busylivinnow, @orange-slice-paradise, @lchfjourney, @aquietcupoftea, @lizlosesweight, @beenjen, @angesaurus, @momsgotwine, and @weight-warrior for whichever you choose! Either a SDS, the getting to know you better five questions or the music shuffle (or nothing at all! or all the things!). Whatever makes you happy, that’s the name of the game.

#fitblr #momblr #daily weigh in #music #ootd #keto #questions #getting to know me #11 months old

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burninghoneyatdusk · 3 years

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2 & 3!

Thanks for asking Lana! ❤️

2. the first song you remember loving

Oh man, I don’t know if I remember a specific song, but NSYNC and Aaron Carter were the first CDs I got.

I also loves Britney Spears as a kid, particularly the Oops!...I Did It Again album and Avril Lavigne’s first album. Avril Lavigne was my first concert, my parents took my sister and I when I was 8 lol.

3. a song that reminds you of summer

Too many to count haha. There are a couple that remind me of the summers home from college which were a lot of fun to me.

Also, my friend used to play this mashup at summer parties at his house and it still always reminds me of them and makes me nostalgic.

youtube

song asks!

#personal #music #ask games #asks #marauders-groupie

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sarcastic-fandomtastic-dragon · 3 years

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8 for all I 👀👀👀👀

You’re lucky I love you (I’m kidding this was so fun)

8. what are three songs that suit them?

Gabe- Smile (Mikky Ekko), Dear Fellow Traveller (Sea Wolf), Broadway Here I Come (George Salazar) [BONUS: Mr. Blue Sky (Electric Light Orchestra)]

Kai- Church (Fall Out Boy), Lion (Saint Mesa), agoraphobic (Corpse)

Rhae- Could Have Been Me (The Struts), Tongues & Teeth (The Crane Wives), Touch the Sky (Julie Fowlis) [BONUS: Hot Wings (from Rio)]

Seer- Community Gardens (The Scary Jokes), Stolen Dance (Milky Chance), Soldier Poet King (The Oh Hellos) [BONUS: Eye In The Sky (The Alan Parsons Project)]

Professor- Giving Up The Gun (Vampire Weekend), The Chain (Fleetwood Mac), Best of the Best of Times (Darlingside)

Kieran- The Fine Print (The Stupendium), Choke (I don’t know how but they found me), Don’t Mess With Me (Temposhark) [BONUS: There’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey you just haven’t thought of it yet (Panic! At the Disco)]

Eclipse- Devil Town (Cavetown), Eclippse (Radical Face), Teenage Rebel (Chameleon Circuit)

Carni- Dictator (Rei Ami), Runaway (Rei Ami), Body & Blood (clipping.)

#dnd #ask game #party time #gabriel goldenfeather #kaimenos #rhaekkeel #the seer #the professor #kieran xillana #eclipse #carnivore #the-grand-king-oikawa #shc asks

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likeiwould · 4 years

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🎵 🎶🎵

you can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to

rules- hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!

@hxmewithyou so much for tagging me in this!!! ok this is my spotify saved songs. im kinda nervous tbh

1. bien longtemps by francoise hardy (<3)

2. mary jane by megadeth (FCK YEAH a favorite)

3. won’t fall in love today by suicidal tendencies (*miley voice* FCKIN BANGER)

4. if i could by craft spells (any long time followers of mine... pls get this ref <3)

5. obscure verses for the multiverse by inquisition

6. makeba by jain (love this bop, reminds me of working at philz)

7. suddenly, like flames by LSD march (one of my faves from my japanese psych rock phase)

8. rainberry by zayn (FINALLY some fandom representation!)

9. orgasm of death by the growlers

10.stoned raiders by cpyress hill (im a SUCKER for audio bite intros)

11. i know by fiona apple

12. mind control by c.c.t.v. (love this one!! def rec if u like fun punk)

13. rose-colored boy by paramore (a BOP! still mad i didn’t see this album on tour...)

14. orange peel by kikagaku moyo (another fave from jap psych rock dayz, my fave on this album too)

15. stolen dance by milky chance (ughhhh)

16 messe noire by behemoth

17. beast infection by grimes

18. the golden road by grateful dead

19. chapel by the pesos (def recommend their ep!!!)

20. drive my car by the beatles (one of my fave beatles songs! freaked when they did this on glee!!!)

this was so so so funnnnn thank u again nicole!!!

for my 10 im tagging from recent activity so feel free to ignore: @alynfinity @2ghoul4u @bedromfloor @speedmetalqueen @fleurlilly @berriesfarm @farmlesbians @lezlouis @legendharry @heartmeeticarus and anyone else who wants to do it feel free! p sure that was like all my mutuals lmfao

#shocked only one fandom song came up tbh #i think its because it only did the individually liked songs #and not songs from when i liked the whole album #p sure thats what it is #wish it didnt do tht #tag games #highly rec all these songs!#music tag

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fairylocal · 3 years

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Song Ask: 6, 7, 15, 21, 23

6. A song that’s on at least 3 of your playlists

ooh! i’m sure there are many. the first two i saw were stolen dance by milky chance and out like a light by the honeysticks.

7. A song that you love from a genre you don’t usually like

country isn’t my thing. high horse by casey musgraves is fun though. and what’s that one song. before he cheats song. also man i feel like a woman was my favorite song when i was 5.

15. A song you like that sounds like its on the soundtrack to an indie coming of age film

i follow a few playlists like this and yet i’m having a hard time thinking of anything. she plays bass by beabadoobee maybe? the beginning of prom queen by beach bunny sounds very indie teen movie. anything by wallows/dayglow/declan mckenna/peach pit.

21. A song for when the sun has gone down and you are feeling absolutely buck-wild with exhilaration!

i will go feral to bad guy at any time of day. this ain’t a scene maybe. dance, dance. thnks fr th mmrs. you saw me listening to lonely machines by 3OH!3 and 100 gecs for three days sraight, so take that as you will.

23. A song that when you listen to it you’re transported to a liminal space, time is pointless and you must sit and wallow in the void that remain

believe by mumford and sons

#love u!!!!!#asks #sageflower

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strvwberryblcnde · 4 years

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♫ caleb + lana

purple hat / sofi tukker

“purple hat, cheetah print. dancing on the people. rolled up at the after joint. dancing, dancing on the people, people. dancing on the people. i got people on the people, people. dancing on the people. with the people on the people. smoking co2. see me see you dancing on the people. climb up on the booth. hanging from the people on the people. my head hits the roof. dancing on the ceiling on the people. i got people on the people. dancing, dancing on the people.”

you’ve got the love / florence & the machine

“sometimes i feel like throwing my hands up in the air. i know i can count on you. sometimes i feel like saying "lord i just don't care". but you've got the love i need. to see me through. sometimes it seems the going is just too rough. and things go wrong no matter what i do. now and then it feels that life is just too much. but you've got the love i need to see me through.”

just like heaven / the cure

“show me, show me, show me how you do that trick. the one that makes me scream she said. the one that makes me laugh she said. threw her arms around my neck. show me how you do it.”

dancing in the moonlight / toploader

“everybody here is out of sight. they don't bark and they don't bite. they keep things loose they keep it tight. everybody's dancin' in the moonlight. dancin' in the moonlight. everybody's feeling warm and bright. it is such a fine and natural sight. everybody's dancin' in the moonlight. we like our fun and we never fight. you can't dance and stay uptight. it's a supernatural delight. everybody was dancin in the moonlight.”

stolen dance / milky chance

“i want you by my side. so that i never feel alone again. they've always been so kind. but now they've brought you away from here. i hope they didn't get your mind. your heart is too strong anyway. we need to fetch back the time. they have stolen from us.”

#lana jameson | caleb montgomery #muse | lana jameson #purple hat is so profound literally jst an anthem of them dancing in the club <3 #just like heaven excerpt is lana making caleb deathdrop 579754972 times #n lastly a song tribute to him being away tht time n lana understanding bt missing him #icons.#mvthologys

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realfuurikuuri · 4 years

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MissingArm!AU Chapter 4

The Key to My Heart is the Juice From a Blood Red Apple

Prepare for a long chapter, ya'll. TanyaMao angst is long arduous and deliciously painful. This took a minute to get out, especially when I've been so busy, but it was a lot of fun to write. The character drama here is strong, which is a change of pace for me. I enjoy the amount of show vs. tell I included in here. I feel like it really brings out the best in the characters. The song recommendation here is Stolen Dance - Milky Chance. Enjoy the chapter. AU made by @spookylovesboba

WC: 2,536

AO3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21199634/chapters/50655644

Mao Mao was in the dojo, working to get his fingers under a rock. It was smooth and round; weighed a little over two hundred pounds. It was one of six that he had. When he finally got his fingers underneath the rock he made sure to lift with his arm, instead of his legs. Mao Mao lifted it up and placed it on the pedestal. Three down, three to go. He was lifting the fourth when he heard the door open. Did Bagderclops and Adorabat finally get back? Mao Mao got Badgerclops to agree to be a chaperone. He certainly wasn’t going to let them visit an active volcano without supervision.

“Badgerclops,” he said in between breaths,” you got groceries, right?”

“I don’t know. You’re going to have to ask him, Mittens.”

Mao Mao’s hand slipped. He fell back with the rock weighing down on his chest. “God- Fuck!” He gasped.

Tanya watched him move the stone. The confident, sly smirk was gone. Replaced by a regretful straight line.

“How’ve you been? Up to anything new,” she asked.

“Oh, nothing new. Just strength training, Atlas stones,” he said pointing to the rocks.

Things got terribly quiet. Mao Mao could hear his bonsai trees shaking in the breeze.

“So, I heard Jǐngtì stopped by,” she said.

“Uh, yeah he did. D- do you mind if we do this inside...and not sober.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Mao Mao led Tanya to the kitchen. The change of setting didn't get rid of the awkwardness between them. Mao Mao knew that Tanya would show up eventually. She wasn’t like him. She couldn’t -wouldn’t- be satisfied with doing this over the phone. He’d already prepared and practiced bits and pieces of conversation to make things lighter but found them all fleeting now. Mao Mao stood on the chair and his tippy toes to reach the top shelf.

“Why hide it up there?”

“Adorabat is only like six or seven years old.”

“Did your new boyfriend convince you to try and be a better parent?”

Mao Mao brushed away the snide remark as best he could. If anyone had the right to say shit like that it was Jǐngtì; his mother a close second.

“What do you want? We got beer, a bottle of vodka, some wine I don’t remember buying and hard cider.”

“Cider.”

“You feeling nostalgic, too?”

She didn’t say anything.

They sat across from each other in silence. Tanya had barely touched her glass while Mao Mao was already on his second mug.

“How’ve you been,” she asked.

“Fine, I guess. I got sued the other day.”

“Really?”

“I won the case, so it doesn’t really matter.”

“What happened to the other guy.”

“He’s already out of prison. The kingdom’s laws don’t really make sense, to be honest.”

“So, Jǐngtì was here, right?”

Fuck.

“Yeah, he was,” he said.

Fuck.

“What the hell happened?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Mao Mao took a deep breath, searching for a way to explain last week’s events. “He-”

Mao Mao was interrupted by a knock on the door. That was all good with him. He needed all the time he could get.

“I’ll get it.”

Mao Mao didn’t know who was at the door. It was just Benny and Penny with an Amazon package Badgerclops ordered. Mao Mao threw the package on to the couch and went back to the kitchen.

He took one big gulp of cider to finish his third mug. “What was I saying?”

“You were telling me what Jǐngtì was doing here.”

“Oh, uh-, he was… trying to get back at me.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“He… tied up a bunch of sweetipies and kidnapped Badgerclops and Adorabat.”

Tanya took her first sip.

“What did he want?”

“He-”

There was a knock at the door.

Tanya took a deep breath and rubbed her temples. Mao Mao got up to answer it. It was Badgerclops with Adorabat sitting on his shoulder. Adorabat was fine, although Badgerclops’ fur was singed at the edges

“You will not believe the day I had. Chubbums made the volcano erupt! I almost died! And I’m pretty sure we displaced thousands of woodland creatures. It was quite the day.”

“I’m certain it was,” Mao Mao said.

Adorabat held her nose. “Your breath smells like apple juice and hospitals.”

Mao Mao wondered what she meant until he remembered the cider. Was it already on his breath?

“You good?" Badgerclops asked. “You don’t really drink unless-”

Badgerclops grew quiet when he saw Tanya in the other room. A series of expressions passed on Badgerclops’ face. First was a surprise, then confusion, finally landing on an adult’s smirk.

“I can just take her into town if you’re… reliving the past.”

“What? No. That's-”

“Tanya,” Adorabat exclaimed, interrupting Mao Mao and flying over without hesitation.

Fantastic.

* * *

Adorabat quickly struck a conversation with Tanya. Adorabat did have a charm to her. The smile Adorabat put on Tanya’s face was genuine, which was something Mao Mao hadn’t done in years.

She was telling Tanya what happened on the field trip. He would have assumed she was exaggerating things if Badgerclops didn’t have burns to prove it. “-and then we used the areocycle to- hang on! I want to show you a painting I made.” Adorabat zipped away into the other room as quickly as she came.

Tanya watched her go with a distant stare.

An awkward silence filled the air.

“She’s a good kid,” she said.

“Yeah,” Mao Mao said.

“Mao Mao, I can’t find it.”

“Don’t worry, I’m coming,” he said, thankful to finally be away from the terrible awkwardness.

* * *

Badgerclops and Tanya were left in the kitchen. Tanya tapped her finger against the table still staring off into space, while Badgerclops searched for the burn ointment. Bagderclops didn’t really know what to think of Tanya. All he knew about her was what Mao Mao would tell him until she kidnapped him. He gave glowing reviews of her. He said she was kind, sweet, and attractive. Badgerclops wasn’t sure he agreed with all of that.

“So, what brings you here,” he asked Tanya.

“Huh? Oh, I was just… asking Mao Mao about some things.”

He made note that she didn’t call him mittens.

“About Jǐngtì, right?”

She stiffened a little bit. “Yeah. Yeah, I was.”

“How’d he happen?”

“What?”

“You know,” Badgerclops said,” how’d you and Mao Mao split up.”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“No, he did. It’s just that he’s…”

“-Overdramatic?”

“You said it not me, but yeah.”

Tanya sighed,” we were young when it happened. Not even adults yet, teenagers. We’d already been traveling together for a while, and when he turned 18 we celebrated and got drunk.”

“Mao Mao drank underage?”

“I wish. We were at a place where the drinking age was 18, so he decided it was okay. I certainly wasn’t going to let him celebrate his birthday sober. Anyway, we got to drinking… and then to kissing and then… well, you can guess what happened.”

“I’m surprised two teenagers decided to keep a child.”

Tanya had started to drink. First, it was just a few sips of cider and now she getting a refill.

"Teenagers are fucking dumb. We overestimated ourselves. We both had incomes and a stable relationship. So like, what the hell? Why not try and raise a kid?”

Her story was consistent with the one Mao Mao told him.

“How was rasing Jǐngtì,” he asked.

She stiffened, looking out to the distance, stuck in memories. “What are you doing asking me all this? Jealous of your boyfriend's ex and child showing up out of nowhere?”

Badgerclops first thought was of how rude that comment was, then it changed to boyfriend.

“Sorry,” she groaned,” I’ve just… had too much to drink.”

“We’re not dating,” Badgerclops said.

“Really? You’re not dating?”

“No, we’re not.”

“You’re just two dudes living together -raising a child together- five feet apart cause they’re not gay?”

“Exactly.”

At least that’s what he thought. It's not that Badgerclops was against the idea. Mao Mao was cute it's just that Mao Mao has never really expressed any interest in it. Not just towards boys, towards romance at all. He assumed Mao Mao was asexual until he started talking about Tanya when he got drunk. He thought it was just drunken bullshit. It was only when Badgerclops mentioned the drunken rambling to a sober Mao Mao did he realize how true it was.

He could recall the day easily. It was before the aerocycle. They were washing up in a river trying to blow off massive hangovers. Badgerclops made an innocent joke -something about the drunken ramblings being a virgin’s fantasy- when Mao Mao suddenly stopped. Despite still standing in the river Mao Mao just stood there for a few minutes, trapped on a trip down memory lane, until he slowly came back to reality. Badgerclops still felt like shit for that.

“Found it!” Adorabat quickly flew back into the kitchen, carrying a piece of paper. Here! Look!”

Whatever was on the paper shook Tanya a great bit. The smile stiffened, her eyes got a little wider, her hands began to tremble. “It’s-, it's great,” she choked out.

Badgerclops placed a hand on Adorabat’s shoulder. “Hey let’s go play some games, okay?”

“Sure.”

Badgerclops made sure to turn the volume up, so Adorabat wouldn't overhear anything. He knew that picture. It was a simple drawing of herself, Badgerclops, Mao Mao, and Tanya. They were all holding hands, smiling, a happy little rainbow danced in the background. They were a family. Something Tanya wanted, but couldn’t have. It was incredibly rude to show that to Tanya; one of those things that make you cringe when you look back on it. How old would Adorabat be when she realized how cruel that was?

* * *

Tanya watched Mao Mao sit down out of the corner of her eye. He tapped his fingers against the table, searching for someplace to look before settling on his empty mug. Tanya wanted to say something, to ask him everything, but where to begin? Start with their missing son? How their child is slowly going even further off the deep end? Or maybe the new family he started after leaving his old one a broken wreck?

Tanya wanted to say she hated this man. She wanted to say she hated how he whined in that sultry voice, that she hated the myriad of gross scars of his well-toned body, that she hated the adorable way he second-guessed every decision he made, yet here she was happy to just be speaking to him.

“Why’d you leave?”

Mao Mao looked up.

“Why’d you leave,” Tanya asked again.

“I -I -I,” Mao Mao stuttered,” I-... don’t know.”

“Look, Mittens I-”

Sssaaaavvve my bacon! I’m really in a jam!

Everyone turned to the bizarre alarm as it rang out. Tanya sighed and gestured for Mao Mao to go.

He got up and then sat back down. “Go ahead. I’ll catch up later.”

Tanya felt a bit of rosy red on her cheeks. Just maybe he learned to put family over that stupid obsession of his.

Badgerclops considered it for a minute before saying okay and taking Adorabat with him. She could hear the roar of the aerocycle as they left.

Tanya stared at Mao Mao; he stared back.

“You should have just gone,” she said.

“You wanted to ask me something. I’ll answer it and then go. I still have a job to do.”

The words felt like a sledgehammer to the skull.

Tanya put her face in her hands and laughed. “I wanted to ask what kind of dumb, desperate slut falls for a walking, talking napoleon complex with daddy issues that can’t put family over his stupid fucking obsession?”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“What do you know? Do you at least know where our- where my -son is?”

“I don’t know,” he said again.

Tanya pointed at the door. “Just go. Just… go,” she said.

She heard the scape as Mao Mao pushed out his chair, his steps against the hardwood floor, the front door creak as it opened, and the soft click as it closed.

* * *

The king hid behind his throne while Badgerclops examined the bones. They were littered all over the floor… a pattern? Or was he just seeing things? If it was a pattern, what did it mean?

“Badgerclops,” Adorabat asked.

“Hm?”

“What’s with Mao Mao and Tanya?”

Oof. Why did she have to be such an observant child?

“It’s...adult things.”

“What’s adult things?”

“You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“But, I wanna understand now.”

“Well… it’s like Tanya and Mao Mao we’re friends.”

“I thought they were already friends.”

“Like… best friends. They used to be best friends-”

“What about Jǐngtì?”

“Okay… uh, think of their relationship as a lot like what we have now. Tanya had the same role as me, and Jǐngtì had the same role as you. They were a happy little group.”

“Then what happened?”

“Something… just did. Jǐngtì did something, Tanya and Mao Mao got into a fight and they … split apart.”

Adorabat looked down at the ground. “Does that mean we’ll split apart, too?”

Badgerclops decided to leave the adult conversations to that cat bastard.

“Why’s Adorabat sad?”

Badgerclops jumped back with an effeminate shriek. “Holy shit, dude! I am ‘this’ close to putting a bell on your ass.”

Mao Mao didn’t even bother to tell Badgerclops to watch his language. He kept his head down preventing Badgerclops from seeing his face. Not that he needed too. The slumped shoulders, low voice, haggard movements told Badgerclops that Mao Mao was miserably drunk and miserably sad.

“You feeling alright,” Badgerclops asked.

“I’m fine,” Mao Mao said, kicking the bones. “These aren’t the King’s I hope.”

“Nah, they’re just bones. I’m thinking they might be a pattern or something.”

Mao Mao thought for a second before running up a pillar to the mezzanine. He rarely climbed, having one arm made it hard. Mao Mao began to slowly scan his eyes, his lips moving quietly while he did it. Was he reading something?

“Hey, whatcha see up there?”

Mao Mao didn’t answer. Badgerclops watched Mao Mao's expression change. He became tense and rigid, teeth ground against each other, his brow furrowed, eyes scowled, and veins popped on his forehead. He was practically foaming at the mouth. He ignored Badgerclops completely, leaping out the window full of piss and vinegar.

“Um, is he okay,” the king asked from the peanut gallery.

Not once in that man’s entire life has he ever been okay. Badgerclops didn’t say that. "Don’t worry. Things should be fine,” he lied.

Badgerclops turned his hand into a helicopter to get to the mezzanine. Adorabat flying up to land on his shoulder soon after. He turned his attention to the bones. Up here they spelled something out. “Beware the monster - Bao Bao”.

“Adorabat go get Tanya,” he said.

“Wha-”

“Go get Tanya,” he repeated more forcefully.

Adorabat finally got the message. She flew out the window, towards home. Badgerclops turned his attention to the kingdom. He needed to find Mao Mao before he ended up killing someone.

#fanfic #Mao Mao #Tanya Keys #Adorabat #King Snugglemane #Badgerclops #MMHOPH #please read the other chapters and show your support.#on Ao3 or here #Feedback is much appreciated

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sweetcatmintea · 5 years

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You sink

Flash Fiction Friday! (But not officially. If I have time, I’ll do the official prompt when I wake up)

This is an attempt at a creepy ocean story as requested by @kainablue! It’s supposed to be more an atmospheric dread style of creepy but I don’t know if I landed it XD (If you want some real dread and aw, watch this video I found while looking for inspiration) I hope you like this Kat! Thanks so much for all of your support! 💜 💜 💜

I hope you all have fun in the water! Feedback is super appreciated ^u^

Prompt: This beautiful picture and the genre Creepy

Words: 1600

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You’re falling.

Falling asleep. Falling through clouds. Falling into water. Salt licks your lips as you shield your sun blinded eyes, blinking bleary colours into shapes. Cool ocean water soaks through your pyjamas, brushing your back and ensnaring your outstretched limbs. Float like a starfish. That’s what your mother had told you. Your steady heartbeat is easily drowned out by waves gently crashing against themselves, rocking your floating body. Your eyes have cleared. The sky above an endless blue spotted haphazardly with white wisps. The sea below and endless blue spotted hazardously with mysteries. Even so, you are calm. The ocean has always been a place of peace for you.

You sink.

Back, then shoulders, then cheeks. The water consumes you, drawing you to its core one lapping wave at a time. You relax into the motion, letting yourself be taken. A natural reflex, you take one last gulp of air as the water closes over you. Noise distorts immediately, liquid filling your ears and pressing against your skull from within. You open your eyes, immediately squinting for the oncoming sting. It never comes. You open them gingerly, slowly widening them enough to look around as you continue the descent. Light sparkles at the surface, glittering and beautiful as the ripples capture it in a dance. You consider turning over, enticed by the allure of watching where you’re falling to. But you stay on your back as you are. You don’t know how deep the water is here. You’re not sure you want to.

You continue to sink.

You’ve been holding your breath for so long now. Your chest aches, longing to release its now unwelcomed guest. You don’t want to. Something tells you that it will be okay, to let go. The shuddering in your lungs exacerbates the urging. A string of air escapes you. You panic, just for a moment. There are no bubbles. You release more air. No bubbles at all. You let it all out, deflating yourself as far as your body allows. A tentative inhale. You can breathe.

You continue to sink.

A low, haunting note splits the water’s rumble. Clicks and whistles melding together in an other worldly melody. A currant rolls you off course, affording you two overwhelming sights at once. Below you, deep, deep, below you, there is nothing but murky darkness. Beside you, all around you, there were giants. Gentle grey and white whales gliding as though unaware of their unbelievable mass. You weren’t prepared for their appearance. The sight captures your breath and your heart. They arc and curve in playful rings, so much more agile than you ever imagined. It doesn’t look like they notice you. Not even the smallest tempted by the curiosity of the mouse in their midst. You feel safe, if not a little lonely.

You continue to sink.

Fish swim around you, flickering more colours than you can name. You are engulfed in schools of tuna bigger than your dog. You dare not touch them. No matter how much you want to trail your cold fingers across their smooth, silvery scales. It’s not worth the risk. Sunlight filters through the water in rays. But it’s getting darker. You keep your mouth clamped shut, saltwater having already proved its character against your tastebuds. Your hair tickles your skin, moving in time with the ocean.

You continue to sink.

Sharks slide out of gloom, joining you as they stalk through the blue. They come so close, you can feel the power of their bodies as they pass by. Their black eyes never linger on you. They don’t stay long, the prey is elsewhere today. You try to avoid looking down. It makes your stomach roll. Alone as you are, there is nothing around but water. You strain your eyes. As above, so below. Nothing but ocean. You are so very small. A grain of sand in the wind. There is nothing you can do to change this. Somewhere, in the world you once knew, people are praying for rain. There are deserts, so savaged by the surface, the inhabitants have not even a drop of water in their memories. It is hard to imagine. For you, here, right now, water is all there is. Miles and miles of endless sea.

You continue to sink.

Finally, a semblance of broken infinity greets you when you peek over your shoulder. Long stretches of dark stone column rising out of the nothing. Sand dusts the impromptu sea floor while skitters of creatures are gone too quickly for you to identify. It is too far away for you to reach. Your limbs are heavy with the weight of the water, the weight of the clothe. You aren’t sure you even remember how to move them. You watch as the slabs grow larger as you draw closer. If you were to move, your descent, as slow and calm as it is, is still too fast. You’re too small to reach the shelf before you sink below it. It disappoints you that there are no corals there. The sun is too week to feed them. There is little more than grey, white, black, and blue. So much blue. You pass the top of the stone, sinking lower and lower. Its massive figure looming over you as you go. In some time, you pass another ridge jutting out below the shelf, then another, and another. Each taller than you, taller than anyone you know. Three steps down and your house was dwarfed. They spread further, the deeper you sink. A god’s stairway stolen by the ocean. It’s getting much colder. You shiver but can do little to soothe the ache spreading through your hands. The shadow of the stones saps the heat prematurely from your surroundings. Your jaw is cramping from your determination to keep your lips sealed. You want to let out a shuddering breath into the water but the needle prick on your mouth is warning enough. If nothing else, you can keep your teeth from stinging.

You continue to sink.

In the dim light, you begin to make out the outlines of still, grey, pillars. They are pebbles to the stone fading beside you, whales to you. Sperm whales standing solemnly in the deep dark nothing, a graveyard of living tombstones. They don’t move as you pass, continuing their sombre vigil. You wonder what they are trying to accomplish. You want to tell them you understand. To convey in some meaningful way that you can see them for what they are. You can’t. Because you don’t.

You continue to sink.

The blue, long since navy, then velvet, fades darker still. Soon enough you can no longer see the shadow of the heavenly stairs, nor the outline of the silent whales. You might as well have fallen into the sky, drifting deeper into space than man has ever dreamed of. It’s vast. It’s endless. You are alone. Not even clouds of cold breath to keep you company, to remind you that you exist. Is this death? Your thoughts echo in your head. They’re too loud noise has no place here. Pressure wraps around you, making its presence known against your skull. It doesn’t hurt. The pain passes through you easily, hinting at what it could be, given the chance. Too cold to feel, your limbs are detached. Only the pull of the water to remind you they are yours.

You continue to sink.

Maybe you found the seafloor hours ago. An unknowing passenger in your own skin, you’re not sure. You feel like you’re sinking, if nothing else. Like the illusion of spinning as you fall asleep. You don’t know which you would prefer. Movement darts overhead. The water presses against you in response. A pinprick of sunlight blinds you once again. You squint, trying to make sense of the glowing orb. To have something smaller than you was a foreign feeling. Your eyes struggle to adjust. It is too bright. The light begins to dance, bobbing and wiggling. A shimmer of scales. A fish draws closer, mesmerised as you are by the light. Snap! The fish is gone. A mouthful of broken glass shards closes millimetres from your eye. There is no controlling the shudder convulsing down your spine as you leave the dead-eyed angler behind.

You continue to sink.

Long stretches of isolation. There is nothing but the tiny you in the vast, unending liquid night. You wonder how anything else can exist. How there can be anything other than ocean. If you are lucky, flickers and glows temporarily accompany you. If you are unlucky, you see their faces.

You continue to sink.

You no longer lament your loneliness. Pale forms shift around you. Big. Glassy eyed. Mostly teeth. There is purpose to their movements. They brush past you. Never touching, but teasingly close. Milky pupils settle on you. The creature’s mouth curves into a natural grin. It looks through you, staring beyond what you know. Beyond what you could hope to understand. You feel small in a whole knew way. A terrible way. The long, long, long bodies writhe around you. Achingly precise, they circle your arms, your torso, your legs. Weaving lazy figure eights into your space. They glue their awful, unseeing, all seeing, eyes into yours. They don’t touch you, only grin. Rows upon rows of too many teeth so white they glow despite the ink. You want them to go away. Paper frilled gills laugh at you. Deep, deep, floating in the void, there are things so much worse than loneliness.

You continue to sink.

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