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[kyracooneyx23]

take a chance on me

katie mccabe

summary: With the help a karaoke machine and a good song Katie finally confesses her feelings for you.

There was a small group of you currently sitting around on couches in the living room of Katie's apartment. You were in between Lotte and Katie, your head resting on Lotte's shoulder with your legs slung over the lap of the Irish.

Her hands were rubbing up and down your tanned legs causing shivers to go up your spine, you ignored it though knowing Katie was always like this.

Your relationship with Katie was very flirty but nothing more than a friendship. The kisses you'd place on each others cheeks would look like something more to the untrained eye but were completely platonic.

Even though you'd sometimes want it to be more.

But it never would be you and Katie were simply best friends and you know it would always stay that way not even though you'd had a stupid crush on her for so long. She would never reciprocate the feelings you had for her which made it sting even more whenever she'd call you beautiful or get jealous when another girl would speak to you.

You two would never be anything more.

You didn't mean for a sad expression to fall over your face as you thought about it, only realising you did when Katie pulls you out of your daydreams.

'What's wrong love.' you blush at the common pet name she'd call you before turning to look at her.

'Not much, just nervous for the game tomorrow.' You lie.

Teyah hears your comment from across the room and her head perks up, 'I've been shitting myself all week.' She agrees with you and the rest of your friends in the room nod wordlessly in agreement. Katie suddenly moves your legs softly so they're no longer on her lap and stands up walking over to her phone which is resting on the small coffee table. She stands in silence pressing a few buttons before she grins and picks up a microphone that is laying on top of a speaker in the corner of the room.

'Well for now let's just enjoy the night and not worry about that.' She smiles at everyone else before grabbing Lottes hand pulling her up next to her and handing her the other mic. 'It's about time this karaoke got put to use.'

Within minutes, the group of 9 footballers were all up on their feet some people singing loudly and incredibly off key whilst others just danced enjoying the fun. Katie, Beth and Steph were by far the loudest all screaming out ABBA lyrics whilst recklessly jumping around. Kyra and Alessia were in their own world giggling at the craziness. You, Teyah, and Caitlin were forcibly moving Lotte's arms in rhythmic motions trying your best to get the brunette to dance with you. And even though she would never admit to it she was secretly enjoying it.

As 'Take A Chance On Me,' began playing through the room, you couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes on you. You were currently swinging Lotte's arm and using her hand as a microphone singing into it. You stopped mid lyric at what you saw. Katie was staring directly at you as Steph and Beth continued to dance around her. When she saw you were staring back at her, a smile grew on her face and she began singing.

'Take a chance on me.'

She began making her way over to you, continuing to sing the song.

'gonna do my very best, baby can't you see.'

You were frozen in your spot, butterflies eating away, as you watched your best friend playfully dance her way over to you.

'gotta put me to the test.'

She finally stopped moving when she was in front of you, holding her hands out for you to take just as the perfect lyrics came next.

'Take a chance on me.'

You eagerly took her hands in yours as she spun you into her arm, your back pressed up to her chest. Laughter begun slipping through your lips, Katie smiling uncontrollably as the beautiful sound filled her ears. She brought her kips down to your ear and whispered 'you love me?'

You had to tilt your head to the side in order to look her in the eyes finding her saying the words before she even realised what they were, 'to the moon and back.'

She chuckled and brought her lips back down to your ear once again, 'good... then take a chance on me.'

You looked up at her in shock, not knowing what to say. However even if she wanted to respond, Katie didn't give you the time to. She immediately spun you around again, both of you getting lost into the song with the rest of your friends.

For the rest of the night, that's how it stayed. It may have been childish for a bunch of young adults to be singing all together in such a small space but nobody seemed to care. And by the time everyone was leaving the weight of the pressure for the upcoming game seemed to have disappeared replaced by an air of joy.

But your thoughts were still stuck on the words Katie had whispered to you earlier. You weren't sure what to think, she hadn't had anything to drink so she wasn't drunk, you wondered if she truly meant if.

If all the flirting and pet names hadn't been meaningless, once everyone is gone you find yourself alone with Katie for the first time since that moment.

'Hey.' You breath all words getting caught up in your throat unsure of what to say.

'Hi.' She responds her voice the same soft whisper as yours.

'I'm gonna go home now,' you tell her the tension in the air making you feel stiff 'thanks for having me.'

You were about to turn around and leave when you felt two hands wrap around her forearm. 'Stay, love.'

'I don't know, Katie.' you answered honestly, knowing that if you did sleep here it would be awkward.

'I can't sleep without you.' The irish whined, 'please, just for tonight?'

You wearily eyed the girl, but ended up giving in and following her into the bedroom quickly putting on the oversized t-shirt Katie chucked you and slipping under the covers.

It was strange how an action you had done so many times before all of a sudden felt so edgy. You'd fallen asleep in Katie's so many times that you'd lost count and normally you would fall asleep as soon as her arms wrap around you but now it feels as though sleep is the last thing you can think of.

'Thanks for staying.' Katie spoke happily whilst pulling you closer to her, 'I love you.'

You laughed before shooting a small smile, 'I love you too, Katie.'

'y/n.' Katie softly called out while closing her eyes being met with her response of, 'yeah katie?'

'I love you.' she said repeating her statement from before.

You rolled your eyes playfully and began speaking, 'I know that, you just told me-,'

Her sentence was cut off when katie began shuffling around moving her head to lock eyes with you as she admitted, 'No, y/n/n. I love you.'

'Yes, Katie. I get that you just said-,'

'No, Y/n,' she said again shaking her head at you, taking your hand in hers, 'I am in love with you.'

You swore your heart stopped beating for a moment, that time stopped ticking for a moment. everything stopped for you, and you swore that even if just for a moment, everything in your life aligned. Nothing in you wanted to believe her, scared that your heart could be easily broken if you did. So instead you simply shook your head.

'Why are you saying this Katie. You've never acted like this before,' you stated shakily convincing yourself that Katie wasn't in love you.

'I've always felt like this, I've just been too scared to admit it,' she quietly spoke as her eyes fluttered shut, nestling her neck into your chest once again while intertwining your fingers, 'but it won't matter because you'll never feel the same.'

'I could kiss you right now.' You say and you feel your face form into one of shock just like the one on Katie's face as those words tumble from your lips.

'Do you mean it?' Katie asks her voice hoarse and you feel her heartbeat suddenly pick up. You can't speak too unsure of where this is going, your face burns bright red as you feel Katie's lips softly press against yours.

It felt even better than you'd imagined and fireworks erupt from inside of you. A hand wraps around Katie's neck pulling her closer to you a smile forming on her lips as you do so. She rolls over so that she's on top of you her hands resting on either side of you body, keeping you trapped in between her.

You only pull away when you need air and a smile is permanently plastered on your face.

'You never answered my question earlier?' Katie smirks leaning closer to you, her breath sending shivers down your spine.

'What one?'

'will you take a chance on me?' she asks nerves bubbling in her stomach as she awaits your answer.

'was that kiss not a solid enough answer for you.' You tease making her roll her eyes and reconnect her lips with you.

You'd take a thousand chances on Katie.

[didhewinkback]

something old teeny tiny blurb bc dogs

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December 2022

Thank god it’s Friday, you think, trying to balance your bag, the massive amount of takeout you're holding and your keys as you slide them into the lock to finally get home after a loooong week. Does it make you officially old that those cliches now ring true more than ever? Gross.

You’re in the process of trying to place all your shit down in a semi organized manner when you feel your phone buzz, a smile growing on your face the moment you see the name on the screen as you slide your thumb across to answer. 

“Hey,” you say, adjusting the phone on your shoulder as you kick your shoes off and slide your jacket off your shoulders. 

“Sorry my meeting ran long, love. Was hoping to pick you up from work.” He says, as the sounds of the city blare behind him on whatever street he was walking down. “Wanted to be a proper gentleman.”

“First time for everything,” you deadpanned.

“Heeey.” He says with a laugh. “Did you get dinner or do you need me to pick it up?” 

“I got it,” you say, quickly speaking when you hear his intake of breath. “If you dare ask me if I remembered to order you spring rolls I swear -“ 

“She knows me too well.” he says with a laugh. 

“That she does.” you say, grabbing the takeaway and bringing it into the kitchen, flicking the lights on as you pass. “You heading back now?” 

“Yeah should be home in about - oh helllo there” his voice taking on an exaggerated playful tilt. You’re momentarily confused until you hear a soft bark. Ah.  “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing?”

“Sorry about her - she’s a real people pleaser” you hear a voice say a bit breathlessly in the background as Harry laughs.

“It’s quite alright,” he says back, and you hear some slight shuffling on his end. “Is it okay if I pet her? What’s her name?”

You lean against the counter, listening on as he makes small conversation while cooing at the dog, Delilah, for a few minutes before there’s the sound of shuffling again as he says his goodbyes. 

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” he says back to you. “Think I want one.”

“Not sure a puppy would be the best companion on a world tour.”

“Thank you, genius, that much I know.” he says as you snort a laugh. “But I’ve been thinking a lot about like…after.”

“Have you?” you ask, your heart skipping a beat, thinking back to the conversation you had back in June, about what he wanted, what you wanted, what you both agreed was worth waiting for. You shift your weight, butterflies flying in your stomach. “And?”

“Just…it’s going to be different, y’ know? Not going to be doing a few months in LA, then a few months in Japan then back to London for a kip. And I don’t want to. Planning on settling in one spot for as long as I can.”

“Something drawing you back to London, then?”

“Something like that,” he muses and you feel your cheeks warm, biting down on a smile. “And I think it’d be quite nice to have a pup that’s ours keeping her company when I would have to eventually go back.”

“I could get on board with that,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart is racing, his words making you want to melt into a puddle right there on the kitchen floor.

“Yeah?” he says softly.

“Yeah.” you say back and the two of you sit in silence for a moment, just listening to the sounds of each other breathing. “How far away are you?”

“About 10 minutes out.”

“Alright, I’m gonna hop in the shower real quick -”

“I’ll be home in 2.”

“You’re such an idiot,” you laugh, knowing he’s kidding but you can hear the way his breathing changes, the way he’s definitely picked up the pace. “I’ll see you soon, yeah? Love you.”

“Love you. I’ll be home soon, baby. Keep the shower warm.”

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[forest-falcon]

The Butterfly Effect

Chptr 15

⚠️ Trigger Warning for angst/whump

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There was something unnerving about seeing the strongest person she knew, crumpled unconscious on the floor.

Tam found him cocooned around his Grandmother - sleeping soundly like a child who had sought out the comfort of a parent during a storm.

It all seemed so peaceful, but for the obvious devastation peppered over, and around them. And, of course, the glaring fact that Virgil was, indeed, unconscious, and not asleep.

Her heart panged hard, as she finally remembered to breathe, her chest shuddering with the deep inhalation.

The family didn't deserve this - well, most people didn't; but, it went double for the Tracys. It wasn't so much that they put their lives on the line on a daily basis; that debt of gratitude went without saying. It was perhaps the fact that she'd had the privilege of spending time with the family during her training; breaking bread with them in the evenings, sharing new stories she hadn't heard at the firehouse a gazillion-plus times. Somewhere during their training, Phoenix had shed their associate titles and had emerged as friends; which made this rescue so much harder than her average John or Jane Doe.

"Mrs. Tracy?"

"Told yer a thousand times kid; Sally suits me just fine. Mrs.Tracy is reserved for our shareholders, and Brains - who I've given up trying to change.

"Sally," she corrected herself, feeling a sudden warmth fill her face.

"How are you holding up?" Tam scrambled to unpack her medkit.

"I'll be a lot better once this brave idiot is off me. Can't breathe."

Tam paused a moment, and frowned. Virgil's weight was only partially resting on Sally; his body angled in such a manner as not to crush her. She wondered briefly if that had been at all planned on Virgil's part.

"Level with me kid, what are you thinking?"

Tam had a lot of time for Sally; she was brave, kind-hearted and wonderfully feisty - especially given her age, which she guessed was a taboo topic, here on Tracy Island. The woman was also far too sharp-witted to have the wool pulled over her eyes.

She sighed, continuing to work, as she analyzed the scene before her.

"I think the initial impact of your fall may be the real reason behind the pain you have breathing. Virgil's been careful to lie in a way that would not crush you."

"Sure sounds like him. So?"

"So...we need to check for injuries."

There was a confidence in her voice that she did not feel - or rather, she was confident about things; procedures, protocol, her job. But, inwardly, having not one, but numerous people she cared about (more than she perhaps should, given the amount of time she'd actually spent in their company) she'd admit it; this rescue had her shook. Tam buried the feeling deep, and ran the scan.

"How're they doing?"

Tam looked up from the scan to see the youngest Tracy approaching.

"Alan?" Sally's voice rasped out.

"Sally, you have three broken ribs; but as far as I can see, they've not caused any significant injuries to the surrounding area,"

She passed the med-scanner to Alan, who concurred.

"Well, Grandma; I'd say that's earned you a VIP stay in Tracy Island's very own infirmary. Don't worry, I've heard the doctors there are very good-looking!"

"I wasn't aware that Kip was a doctor too!"

"What? Eww! No!"

Grandma's chuckle was instantly switched for a grimace of pain.

Alan gently rescued a hand on her shoulder.

"Hel-p Vir-gil," she breathed.

"Tam's doing just that, Grandma. Penny and myself will look after you. It'll give Tam the space she needs to properly help Virg."

A hover stretcher, followed by a well-spoken lady appeared. And, before-long, Sally, Alan, and the woman - Penny vanished. Tam couldn't exactly say when. Her attention now firmly on the one member of International Rescue who had yet to regain consciousness.

[kindheart525]

Coming back to the Smiling Friends next gen with some more kiddos!

Meet the Pimlings! Pim has always dreamed of a big family and he got it, but it’s way more work than he bargained for. He can’t just sit back blissfully with his partner and watch his little ones play when it takes all he has just to keep them from injuring themselves or someone else. He wouldn’t trade them for the world even on his hardest days, but he sure has his work cut out for him. Baby fever lied to him when Dottie was little, making him think that parenting would be easy when really Dottie was a statistical outlier adn should not have been counted.

Pim does have a wife and his kids do have a mother, he talks about her all the time! She’s the love of his life, he says, more than he could have ever asked for. But none of the other Smiling Friends have ever met her, not even once. And Pim brings his children with him everywhere he goes, as if he’s a single father. Charlie and Zoey trade off Dottie duties all the time and so do Glep and Marge with their kids, but nobody has seen Pim’s wife share parenting duties with him. He insists that he’s giving her a break, but who will give him a break?

As for the kids themselves:

Kip (pink) is the girly girl, the spitting image of her estranged Aunt Amy in appearance but not in personality. She’s a social butterfly who makes friends easily, an optimist after her dad’s own heart. Her best friend is Dottie, who has her own friendship bracelet to match the one Kip’s wearing now. 

Ell (yellow), to contrast her sister, is an active little tomboy who loves to show off her iconic Pimling speed. She’s the fastest runner of all her siblings, but even the slowest one seems to be able to run faster than the speed of light. She puts that energy to good use on various athletic teams as she grows older! 

Nee (green) and Dur (red) are a couple of little shits, or silly little rascals as their dad would put it. They both have Mr. Frog brainrot and unfortunately both look up to him as someone to emulate, which spells bad news for everyone around them. The fact that they’re twins and super in tune with each other only amplifies the chaos they cause. Pim has not gotten a wink of sleep since they learned to crawl and he probably will not sleep again for the rest of his life because of them /j

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[ravennaortiz]

Chapter 8 of the Juice and OC Stormie Rayne story.

Warnings: As always this is an 18+ story. General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing, smut etc. Mention of child abuse, domestic violence, sexual assault/harassment are in some chapters.

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Stormie was back behind the bar when Clay and Jax sat down about an hour later. "You okay?" inquired Clay as he looked her over. "Yeah. It happens" replied Stormie with a shrug of her shoulders and a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Clay frowned at the lie but stayed silent. "Well we asked the Fresno charter to head on home and they wont soon forget the lesson learned tonight" stated Jax firmly.

"Oh... you didn't have to do that... I didn't mean to cause any trouble" murmured Stormie as she looked down at her feet. Mentally kicking herself for having fucked this up already. "We protect our own here no matter what. What happened wasn't your fault sweetheart" soothed Clay as he reached out to pat her arm. "Why don't you take the rest of the night and just relax? Prospect here can manage" he added.

***

Juice was back at the pool table with Half-Sack when Stormie joined them. "Clay told me to take the rest of the night off. May I hang out with you two?" inquired Stormie as she nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot. "Of course" replied Half-Sack as he slung an arm around her shoulder.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue earlier Juice" stated Stormie as she turned to look at him. "Anytime" replied Juice as he lined up his shot before taking it. "Beat me again" grumbled Half-Sack as Juice laughed. "Storm, do you want to try your hand against the master here." inquired Half-Sack as Juice shook his head. "I dont know I'd say master" stated Juice. "I can try. Your have to go easy on me as I don't really know how this works" replied Stormie as she took the pool cue from Half-Sack.

2 hours later

"I'm beginning to think you hustled me" laughed Juice as Stormie won another round. "Beginners luck I guess" replied Stormie with a small smile and shrug of her shoulders as she looked at him. "I would agree if we weren't like two hours in" replied Juice as he shook his head. "So are you admitting defeat then pool master?" inquired Stormie innocently as she leaned against the table with a smirk. Juice eyed her for a moment before replying. "Rerack them brat" he stated with a laugh as he gestured to the prospect to bring them drinks.

"Could you two not flirt in front of me?" joked Half-Sack from where he sat next to the table with Tig watching the match. "Shut up Kip" replied Stormie as she turned away as her cheeks heated up. Juice chuckled lightly as he looked down at the table. "My bad man. Not everyday a pretty girl hands me my ass at pool. Next time we flirt will be over dinner at the diner on 402" he replied figuring he might as well shoot his shot at this point. Juice held his breath as he waited for Stormies answer. Stormies heart pounded in her chest as the words sunk in and she bit her lip trying to decide if he was kidding or not. She couldn't deny he was attractive and honestly gave her butterflies. She was also nervous given her past but there was something about him that soothed the damaged edges of her soul since she and Isabella had arrived in Charming.

A quick glance up meeting Juices gaze told her he wasn't kidding with her though. "Yeah Kip. We will pause and resume tomorrow night at like six" replied Stormie as she shot him a small grin. "Alright.... that was not my intent" replied Half-Sack as Tig roared with laughter. "I guess one dinner is fine" he added with a shake of his head.

***

"Tig tells me you and Stormie are going for dinner tomorrow" stated Gemma as she sat next to Juice who was watching Tig try to beat Stormie in pool. "I see the town gossip has made his rounds" joked Juice. "Funny" replied Gemma with a smile. "You make sure to be extra careful with her. She may think she is okay with something when she isn't." stated Gemma sternly. "I know Gem. I've picked up on a lot with her since she got here. I know this entails a lot more work and that is fine because she deserves that." replied Juice as he turned to face her.

"You also need to remember Isabella" started Gemma before he interrupted her. "They are a package deal. I know that and I am one hundred percent fine with it. If the next thing is going to be consider how young Stormie is, I have a response for that too." replied Juice not breaking eye contact. Gemma smiled as she patted his arm. "I'm just protective. I don't want either of you to get hurt" replied Gemma. "I do think you guys would make a cute little family if it works out though" she added.

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[captainkurosolaire]

Dreamer of Dreams

 How important are dreams? Chasing things beyond us sometimes grant us strength to surpass limits, to courageously endure for our vision. Over time a Pirate’s own became misconstrued, failures, losses piled up and his grandeur became murky. Losing a partial, vital piece of essence. Children call them dreams, but upon nurture, it was called Ambition! Without having a strong-self interest, he couldn’t relate or jump the hurdle for others, initially sought.  Now rectification came to retrieve what was lost. The First-Stage to Healing.

By plucking his lost spirit within obscurity, a reversion of his zenith came. That horrendous fog vaporized to magnificent sunlight. Matured figure of the boy-to-be, extended his arm’s out, it was time to go home. In their embrace, unbridled warmth quaked from a reunion of resolve. A wide-spread grin surfaced externally Captain’s injuries stung, ached, nevertheless something swelled within himself, the belief to achieve, in absolution. He sprung a bounce to his soles, kip-up. With finesse, began reassembling his own mind-games against his Skull Brethren, since started off this way, donning his original attire, fetching dual-blade’s of Hingan that were sworn off to prevent incidental death. Black-blood face paint ran across his eyelids, not only repulsing the dead itself; used to aid him in becoming brave that required adversity, now just meant to trigger Sol's distress. Sol took aim to shoot-down Captain’s butterfly who came from the cabin’s keyhole to cause misdirection, the spirit-guide, named Perish, fluttered between his limbs, barely evading swatting and squishing attempts. Soon found himself pulverized by a door that flew off the hinges suddenly as the Seeker sprinted with full on collision from a drop-kick, then surfboarding it, trampling his rib-cage. “Always told ye t’ fix that blimey door!” Giving a befitting punishment to the Shipwright, squished with the cabin’s door on him, Kuro kicked Sol’s silver-wind pistol into the waters, then blitzed towards climbing to the top-mast where their sail-flag awaited. Mistbeard’s mask still onlooking their pirate-battle. The ex-Garlean conscript, struggled temporarily, wind knocked out of him, before angrily following pursuit, spare pistol <Live Free> brought out taking shots at the climbing cat-folk, who intelligibly utilized line-of-sight climbing alongside the mast’s with his heritage-expertise, forcing the gun-wielder to pursue, climbing up to the top with sheer agitation, this would be done in a duel-fashion now.

Atop the mast, where they’d wage their last-sequence as blood-brothers turned enemies. Sol finally arrives behind in his pursuit, seeing Captain more closely. He was unnerved, a deplorable golden-crest smile was on him, the markings of jolly, complete fulfillment, it always brought him anger. As if a Sun was looking beneath him, nothing he could do would discourage the heat, his traditional means to kill, erase, all left meaningless in pursuit. His brow twitched into a frown. That deviant-rogue staring across him spoke, “Thanks t’ ye mate. I found irreplaceable value in me. I’m afraid… I’ll b’ stealing n’ cucking ye, again of something. Could race to see who reaches ascension firstly or lastly there! Like ol’ times… But I’ve got t’ slay your dark-cloud, it’s cramping my vibes.” Candidly bringing back a memento, it’s like time-flowed back, to not-long-ago, they used to rock-paper-scissors for who rigged, or climbing up on the masts, doing contests to one-up another in brotherly competition. “Also – I’ve decided. I’ll become a King.” Calmness and overwhelming peace said with a matter-of-fact from the Scoundrel’s following words, after the storm-breeze howled.

Sol, overtaken by envy, frustratingly growled, “...Y-You can’t just decide that!” Where did this abundance of confidence come from? Teeth grinding and grating together blood rushing into his temple. His concentration was caught lacking and those winds nearly took him off balance, but Miqo'te remained perfectly still…

Energy shifted in an instantaneous, an explosiveness out-cried from Captain with a thunderous shout of his declaration. A Challenge against ALL of Destiny, Fate, anything in-between was committed, throughout the rumbling tides and passed air. “I’ll become King ov’ th’ LIVING!” A dream so far-above, outlandish, impossible echoed. Jolly laughter tantalizingly followed, against Sol’s ire, a splitting image of their own Founder was reminded. To know, Living is to understand the existence of infinity! There was no-one way to live. This particular Pirate knew this and had connection to everything that resided between the spectrum's, life to death, and was born from a Mother’s Light and Father’s Shadow. Be that as it may, he ambitiously stared at the path of transcendence. Unwavering determination highlighting his visage. Upon his crew and varied people across in adventuring, to most-natural or supernatural, soul’s encountered.  All uplifting and inspiring him to heights leaving their imprints, scars, traces upon his singular vessel, these were the stupendous keepsakes, to preserve! Wanting this stead. Survival was instinctual because this was his perceived ultimate treasure. A challenge traversed the realm, shaking with a bewilderment of unyielding certainty. An individual-cloaked frozen-between-time peered over to the skies and gave halt from galloping.

They who stood at the highest summit, a GIANT, woke from disruption. Hinted with Captain’s Presence, awakening. Enraged Sol, lashed out in foul spite, fear, quivering and whining jealousy, “Nonsense. Die, Die, Die!” Pulling his trigger, reloading with rapid-fire, pupils went bloodshot from crazed-fury. The amber-eye, determined Seeker, predicted the trajectory of every fired-shot just by familiarizing Sol’s aim, countering by sliding against bullets with his dual-blades shield, deflecting and parrying him, to having them shred against his flesh in minor grazes, fearlessness, continued forth closing distance. Where Sol was useless in. They battled akin to this when pint-sized deckhands, back then using bb-guns or slingshots versus wooden kendo, this entire scene felt like reversed-time. Captain with a blade-rising upwardly in the air, spun his blade with realignment allowing glaring-rays, letting what all others were seeing. Sunlight had broken throughout the canopies of those undesirable clouds, vanquishing them. His steel-reflecting light, brought a blindness causing the Raen to misfire, his last shot in the chamber, the Seeker predicting this response, taking advantage of his discombobulated state, gave a devastating cross-slash against the Raen’s bare-chest, secondary dual-strike following-through with momentum to strike his gun-slinging wrist, forcing a disarming in one flawless-swoop.

♫Undefeatable♫ - Reference - Last Chapter

[bluemidnightmelody]

lover/fighter - my favorite moments

[Little snippets from my Finnick/OC longfic that are stuck in my head]

From Chapter 51 - Rules, and those who break them

At some point in Kip's group, a battered deck of cards that has seen better days is unpacked for a round of poker. Rhea, now in an optimal state of light drunkenness, not completely senseless but noticeably cheerful, is immediately on fire.

"I want to play," she announces enthusiastically as the participants sit down and the cards are shuffled.

An older man from Kip's crew asks her with a skeptical laugh, "Do you even know how, kiddo?"

Rhea wants to ask him if he knows who he's talking to but bites her tongue. 'District 4,' she reminds herself. 'Where talk doesn't do much good if you can't show action.' She sits down in one of the empty seats and replies, "Who cares? Then just tell me how it's done."

"But anyone who plays must also place a stake and can't whine if they lose. No exceptions for beginners," announces Kip as he knocks a handful of coins onto the table.

Rhea furrows her eyebrows defiantly and rummages in the pockets of her jacket, which she has tied around her waist, for her purse. She has gotten used to carrying it again, even if it has taken a while. In the Capitol, people who possess enough hardly use real money that you can touch anymore, everything is electronic. Only in the poorer parts do people still prefer to hold their payment in their hand. It was only when she started spending a lot of time here that she realized that she herself had become extremely accustomed to it over time.

"Fine, give me some cards then," she demands, placing her money in front of her.

Kip grins and then looks at Finnick, who is leaning against the neighboring table watching everything with amusement. "What about you, do you dare, or do you just want to stand there and look pretty?" he asks him challengingly.

As always, Finnick ignores the jab, casually crosses his arms in front of his chest and laughs. It's all right for Kip to tease him like that, in a way it makes it a bit more normal, something that's just part of him without necessarily being a bad thing. He often wonders if Kip secretly suspects how uncomfortable he sometimes feels about his appearance and does it because of that.

"Let's both stick to what we are good at," he replies, tilting his head. "At least I can stand in front of a mirror without it shattering," he then counters with a sneer.

Kip snorts in feigned indignation, but it sounds more like a grunting laugh. "Listen to this. No wonder half the district thinks you're a peacock," he continues their banter. It's almost a tradition between them and neither ever really feels offended by the other.

"The bird or the butterfly?" Rhea interjects out of the blue.

Kip looks at her quizzically and just murmurs, "What?"

"Peacocks. There are birds, but there's also a type of butterfly with the same name. I often see them in the Capitol on the summer lilacs on my balcony, delicate and beautiful," she says, a little dreamily and with a certain melancholy. It's already August and summer is coming to an end sooner than you might think. It's been hot and dry for the last few weeks, so it's quite possible that the beautiful light purple flowers will have already faded by the time she gets home.

"I read somewhere that they weren't even native here in the past. They only existed on distant continents with hundreds of kilometers of water in between. I sometimes wonder how they ended up here. Would such a fragile little creature be able to fly over an entire ocean, are they perhaps the result of the Capitol's experiments, constantly playing around with animals and plants?"

She realizes she's rambling, as she always does when she's had a drink and suddenly starts talking without taking a second to think along the way. "Anyway, I honestly don't understand the point of trying to use something like that as an insult. It seems pretty stupid to me, but if I had to guess, I'd say it's an expression of jealousy rather than anything else and says more about the person using it than the person it's directed at. I would take it as a compliment," she concludes with a shrug of her shoulders, trying to get to the end as she is a little embarrassed by the rambling talk.

The men at the table just look at each other in confusion as they probably don't really know what to make of it all. Finnick just smirks as his attentive gaze remains fixed on her. It's cute and kind of endearing when she starts babbling randomly about something. "Are you saying that you think I'm beautiful?" he asks coquettishly, unable to let such an opportunity pass him by.

In the past, she would have been much more shocked, but now she manages to look at him with a blank expression, as if she is trying to come to an unbiased opinion in order to answer the question properly. "I think you're ... all right," she replies feigning a lack of conviction with an expressive pause, managing to maintain the expressionless look on her face and only allowing the grin to appear a few seconds later.

This is followed by a surprised, amused laugh from Finnick and almost euphoric yelps from everyone else present. Looks like she just made the best joke of the decade at Finnick's expense. Then she leans forward on the table, gives him a mischievous smile and as the noise dies down a little, she adds, "But you have a beautiful heart. Sometimes. When you're not trying to drive me crazy, embarrass me in public or be a total pain in the ass."

She likes the look on his face. Maybe she even loves it, and honestly, she never wants to see anything else in it again.

Finnick purses his lips and laughs softly. "You could have left out that last part. Or just thought it quietly," he remarks.

"But if I did that, you'd immediately counter with some ambiguous suggestion, twist my words around in my mouth and use them as a weapon against me until my back is against the wall. You do that every time I say something even remotely nice to you, but the problem is that I don't like to lose. Not even to you," she replies knowingly. That's how their game works and she finally knows the rules.

And out of the blue, there's suddenly another one of those intense moments. There have been a few before, and each time there were no words, just the after-effects of what had been said before, and looks that seem to penetrate everything, distance, body, soul.

Rhea clears her throat and jerks her head around so fast she almost twists her neck. "Speaking of which, time for me to teach some old men how to lose," she announces in a forced, combative manner, trying to hide her embarrassment underneath. Her gaze fixed on the table at least ensures that she doesn't notice the suggestive sideways glances thrown between the spectators. Finnick is also suddenly very interested in his shoes after Kip grins at him and waggles his eyebrows mockingly.

Links to all the chapters: lover/fighter - Chapter Index

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[critical-reflex]

Oh I don't believe we've met?

Hi I'm high I'm

Not

I'm low oh hi oh

Bye

Woah you're ?? I'm

Both

Grinning grimy sad

Future

Dim some win some

Lose

Wine before blessing breezes

Nourish

Cruise the wreckage

Survive

Lotsa pasta noodles cooked

Dry

Yours mine their shoelaces

Loose

Tripped stop lied forgot how

Tired

Quick the plot is thick

Fried

Potato sticks dipped sweet

Dripping

Savory sweep of tongue

Stunned

Sun up mood down

Moon

One proud gleaming

Butterfly

Knots slip skipped

Skip skip

(Ssssssss)kip

Rocks

Little flat ample swing

Skip

Crash the top fly

Moments

Touching grass to

Next

Grazing cloudy beards

Amazing.

A pleasure.

[pixel-dreamz]

We are back again in Chestnut Peak! This is the beginning of the fourth round, in Spring. Today we are back with the first founding family, the Carmine household. Prepare for chaos!

Immediately upon the beginning of their round, Mrs. Eldora Lou Carmine discovers that she is expecting their fourth child. They are really hoping for a little boy. As much as they love their daughters, they fear their family name will end if a son is not born.

Eldora is finding that she is having a harder time with this pregnancy. Her energy levels are dangerously low and she is barely able to tend to her own needs, let a lone the needs of her family and home. This is not ideal seeing as she is the main caretaker and caregiver of the home.

Albert Kip Carmine is not always a patient man. But his wife and daughters have begun to teach him that he must restrain himself even in the hardest times. Though he would much prefer to leave most of the child rearing and home keeping to his wife, he does step in more with Eldora struggling through this pregnancy. Afterall, he is far from dumb and he understands that she may be carrying his heir. Not only that, but should anything happen to Eldora herself, he would be devestated.

Unfortunately, Piper continues to be ill. She tries to help here and there but due to her horrible cough and fatigue, she isn't able to do much at all. This puts even more strain on everyone in the household. They worry gravely for the well-being of their eldest child and have to take even greater care of her while she heals.

Archibald Ramsay Frobisher comes around to the family home to clean the gong pit and collect the ash. The addition to their family is a great one indeed.

During the night, Piper wakes unable to breathe. The sickness has really done her harm and she drops to the ground.

Eldora is a light sleeper, particularly when it comes to her children. She hears the commotion and pleads for her daughter's safety. Much to her surprise, Piper Starla is saved and recovers from her illness.

With a new take on life, restored energy and a new sense of curiousness, Piper loves being outdoors - something she wasn't able to do much of due to her illness. She spends the morning trying to catch the butterflies in the garden while Eldora watches over and tends to some plants. Though she knows Piper is saved, Eldora does still fear for the safety of her daughter.

With the near demise of his eldest daughter, Albert truly does see the benefit of spending time with his children. Though he always understood it to a point, knowing that life is so finite, even for your own children, he steps into the role of father with even greater confidence.

With Piper feeling much better, the family starts her on some learning. Every morning she practices her letters and script in the home. Much to her parents' frustration though, Piper is a very spirited little girl. She has a hard time staying at her desk very long before she is occupying herself with much busier activities.

Eldora Lou's pregnancy continues with a lot of struggles. Now in her third trimester, both her energy and hunger are constantly draining. She feels both exhausted and ravenous most of her days and struggles to do much other than eat and sleep. She struggles mentally as well knowing that her family needs her and she is unable to provide much of the support they expect of her.

Albert really has stepped up in the home as much as he can during this time. If Eldora is resting, he does his best to comfort his youngest daughters when they need. But of course, his main duty is still the vegetable garden. This spring things are taking a slow start in that regard...

Even while heavily pregnant, exhausted, starving and usually quite stinky, Eldora is still a fantastic mom. Though she mainly has time for Phoebe - who requires her mother to nurse - she does her best to make sure all her girls know that she is still there for them.

Despite being full of energy, Piper Starla does her best to help around the house. She is beginning to understand that her mother is having a hard time keeping up with things, and that it is her duty as eldest daughter to help where she can. She does as much as she is able to between her school work and play time.

It is finally time to welcome their fourth AND fifth children into the world. Yes, this pregnancy was indeed harder due to the fact that Eldora was carrying twins. Both mom and dad are quite stunned that their family has gone from 5 to 7 so quickly.

And, as even more of a surprise, the twins are both girls. The elder twin they named Paige Lori Carmine and the younger one, Penelope Ellen Carmine. Penelope is the only daughter thus far to inherit Eldora's grey eyes and Albert's brown hair. Will this family ever get an heir?

Soon after the birth of the twins, it is time for Phoebe Eldora's birthday. She is a beautiful mix of her parents. With a sweet nature, and an even sweeter face, she is sure to catch the attention of many as she ages.

You would think that with 5 fairly young children (the eldest only being 6 at this point), they would slow down. However, they still require an heir. So, they find themselves entangled in the sheets once again.

To bring spring to an end, most of the family falls ill. It seems the gong pit got quite overfull before Archibald was able to come and clean it again. Hopefully this illness does not have tragic consequences...

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End of Round Stats:

Albert and Eldora are both 29, Piper is 6.5, Prudence (who isn't seen much this round) is 2, Phoebe is 1 and the twins are 3 months old.

The family has earned no money this round due to their crops not bearing any fruit at all. They began the round with $386. After paying Archibald and their rent, they were left with a mere 86 simoleons.

Both Eldora and Piper are sick with the flu.

[himbos-hotline]

What are some of your head-cannons for people like Christian Cage, MJF, HOB, Toni Storm & Kip and Penelope if you have any?

I've seen people discuss or mention that Toni has [and tell me if im like..getting things confused] BPD or NPD which from what I remember/known of them makes sense.

I remember having one that Kip [specially when he was young/little] cant swim and now has a weird like phobia of water. He's also bipolar, I have none for penny apart from the fact that I think was totally that kid who would like be able to grab bugs out the sky- would be like sitting on the floor and just manage to have butterflies spawn at them. Also neither one of them feel the cold

Kangroos are maxs special interest animal, has an entire powerpoint about them and drops random facts into coles texts at weird times.

I like the HOB would follow a lazer pointer while Julia stands there like "guys....GUYS!" she is the braincell.

and for Christan, I think the guys in his little group [his little family] get care packages cuz hes the dad that stepped up for fuck sake! Him and daddy ass have a dad that stepped up group chat

send me asks while I write [distractions for when my adhd makes my brain wander off]

[queer-cosette]

Get To Know Me

Cheers for the tag @straighttxhell!!

🖌 - Do you have/want any tattoos?

No but I really want one of a Les Fleurs de Mal quote, "We are all born marked for evil."

💚 - What’s your favourite colour?

Bluebell purple!

🍕 - What’s the last thing you ate?

Two slices of toast, one buttered, one with raspberry jam

🕰 - What time is it where you are rn?

10:31am. Tea time at work

🌟 - What is your zodiac sign?

Aries sun, Leo moon, Libra rising

🌍 - What is your favourite accent?

My best friend has such a cute glaswegian accent, I have the same accent but hers is a lot thicker and it's honestly adorable how she pronounces some words as a result. Also whatever the hell Christian Slater has going on. That man's voice is 🥺

⚡️ - Do you have any scars?

Sure, one on the back of my head from a game of Hallway Rugby gone wrong, one on my left pinkie toe from running into a radiator, several on my shoulders from various things, and I have burn calluses on all my fingertips from when I worked at the deli counter.

🌺 - What’s your MBTI type?

ESFP!

🥀 - Favourite animated movie?

How To Train Your Dragon!! It's just the best 🖤

📺 - Favourite show?

Right now, probably Criminal Minds. Or Daria.

😂 - Are you ticklish?

Very, to the point of distress :(

💍 - Do you ever want to get married?

Nah. I'm aspec and arospec.

😳 - Do you like your name?

Yeah it's a pretty nice name. Although people will insist on shortening it to my initials which I absolutely LOATHE.

💙 - What colour is your bedroom?

Midnight blue with gold stars! 🌟

🤓 - How did you get your name?

My parents were between two names and the one I got is a shade of red because when I was born I had very red lips. Still do, actually. People are often really surprised to find out that I usually wear clear lipgloss.

🎓 - When did/do you graduate?

June 2019!

🍄 - Do you have/want any piercings?

Yeah, two in my left earlobe, one in my right earlobe, and a nosering. I really want a few more ear piercings though.

👀 - What colour are your eyes?

Blue. They're less remarkable for their colour and more remarkable for the fact that they're so big I look like a cartoon character, helped along by my weirdly elastic facial expressions.

👱🏻‍♀️ - What is your go to hairstyle?

When it was long it used to be a half-ponytail, but now I usually wear it loose or pin it half-up with a butterfly clasp. No matter how I wear it though, I like it to have a ton of volume, somewhere between 1988 Veronica Sawyer and 1994 Rachel Greene.

🥂 - Have you ever drank underage?

Yes lol I turned up to my first day of Fifth Year (Junior Year/11th grade for Americans) so hungover I was still technically drunk. Drinking underage is pretty common here.

🍾 - Have you ever gotten drunk?

Do brown bears shit in the woods? Plenty of times lol. Although I'm much better behaved while drunk since graduating college. People think I'm a lightweight because it only takes a few drinks to get me behaving stupidly, but I'm generally just that much closer to behaving stupid.

😱 - What’s your biggest fear?

my recurring nightmare is being swallowed by a whale, but that's pretty unlikely to happen, so probably dogs.

🥵 - Would you rather be too hot or too cold?

Hot. You know how old injuries hurt in the cold? My elbows (missing muscle tissue on the left and damaged nerves on the right) hurt so bad in the cold I can barely move my arms.

🌦 - What’s your favourite weather?

Warm and sunny but not sweaty. Like the first proper day of spring.

🍂 - What’s your favourite season?

Autumn probably

🐷 - What’s your favourite animal?

Tie between bunny rabbits and whales! 🐇🐳

🐶 - Do you have any pets?

None any more, although I used to have a Dutch rabbit by the name of Rebel Bowie. I miss that boy.

😴 - What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

22 hours I think. I like my kip.

🎨 - Any hobbies?

Writing, drawing, playing guitar and piano and ukulele, singing, dancing, going to the theatre... many lol.

🛩 - If travelling was free, where’s the first place you’d go?

Straight back to Gothenburg to visit the Malm Whale again!! Hopefully when it has its mouth open 🤩

🎇 - What’s your most searched thing on Google?

Right now, 1980s blue tiered skirt. I'm probably gonna wind up sewing one myself.

📱 - Favourite app on your phone?

Tumblr. Easily. Maybe Spotify or Google Docs as a close second.

🤠 - Are you more of a city person or a country person?

City. I like being within walking distance of the grocery store.

Tagging: @theladyfae @hanaasbananas @swxxtcidxr @private-bryan @multimousenette if y'all wanna 💕

[nelumbo-lotuses]

How long have you been gardening?

Quite for a long while, I must say. When I was a child, I loved to visit the sacred garden and look at all the cool sceneries there were. There is something calming about the view, and I wanted to try and recreate that feeling in my own house. People took notice and visited my house every so often, sometimes bringing over their plants and woods and all sorts of lovely stuff, so I eventually became the resident's 'pothead'. Heh. Honestly, it was a good thing. After the sun died out, I was trusted by Kip to be a supervisor in the botany preservation division so that I could keep plant species alive and sustain us. I learned so much more then, and with the sun back on, I feel like I emerged a butterfly! The blissful days were the caterpillars, and the dark ages the cicadas. But we made it through! Sorry for the long post! Probably not wise when everything in social media must be concise and easily consumed. In short, probably about 15 years now. Thanks for the ask!

[kindheart525]

What are the girls love lifes like?

”The girls” refers to Kip and Dottie, I know this because I’m psychic (and Glam is my best friend)

Thank you so much for asking! Contrary to her supposed complete lack of emotion, Dottie has an absolutely wild love life. She’s on a number of dating apps and is very popular among the menfolk, enjoying anything from short flings to long-term romances. Her behavior in these relationships is uh, not very Christian, and her choices in men can be equally unholy, which her bestie Kip has unfortunately had to see and hear about

Second pic courtesy of @scribbly07 ❤️

Dottie’s completely deadpan attitude is pretty funny as she describes her bedroom escapades with such a straight face, and her mushy-gushy feelings too (ex: “I think I’m in love. He gives me butterflies like I couldn’t imagine. I’m so happy I think I could explode. 😐”) But Dottie is equally capable of experiencing heartbreak

Since Kip knows her so well, she can tell when Dottie is on cloud nine and when she’s fallen to her lowest, and is there to support her all the way. Whether that be offering ice cream and hugs or helping her pick out new dates on Tinder, she’s there for it all. As much as we can joke about Dottie’s vibrant sex life, she experiences just as much of an emotional adventure so it’s good to have a best friend sticking by her through it

Bonus reaction from Charlie:

As for Kip, her love life is WAY less adventurous than Dottie’s, but she doesn’t mind that at all. She is devoted to her friendships and her work as a Smiling Friend, and while I wouldn’t say she’s actively opposed to a relationship, she’s just not thinking about labeling herself or seeking anybody out right now. Maybe she’ll find someone who makes her feel like Dottie does with her men, or maybe she won’t, but she’s content either way. I think she also saw how hard her Daddy Pim had to work to make people smile and raise his own kids and decided not to stretch herself as thin as he did. That way she can do her job more effectively and spread even more smiles!