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werezmastarbucks · 4 years

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malé

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music: fall away by twenty one pilots

You were dead set on teaching him to swim. You can’t have him drown every day: you were going over all the warm places now, exploring seas. You were getting really tired of neverending beaches, but Kai was fascinated with water like never before. You found you could entertain yourself by making him less afraid of it.

As you looked down at the water through the window of your own private plane piloted by the most unstable person you knew, the sea seemed like a picture. There was no end looking at it.

“Hello, this is your very attractive pilot speaking”, his voice flew over the little plane. You smiled like an idiot. This was a fairytale. The whole thing was getting better and better every day.

“In twenty minutes, we will be landing in that city which is the capital of the Maldives”.

“Malé!” you yelled.

There was radio noise.

“You realize I can’t hear you from here, right? Anyway, it’s a decent amount of degrees outside, and it’s high time to change into your bikini and please bring over some champagne because I’m thirsty”.

You sighed, getting up heavily from your seat. It’s been awhile since you flew on a plane, so headache was setting in your head. You had no idea what it took Kai to learn to fly an actual plane. How many times he has crashed before he figured out the airways. And how many fires he’s been in before he landed it safely.

Well, the worst case scenario, he crashes it on the runway and you both burn alive, and then wake up already in the city; not too bad. Life was good.

You did not change into your bikini before bringing him champagne into his ‘pilot room’ as he called it. For a person who knew how some complicated ass machinery works, he knew very little terminology, but then again, there were no people around to tell him.

“Get back. Go away, you’re distracting me”, he brushed you away with his hand. The pilot cabin was all flickering and whistling, and you were not sure that was how it was supposed to be. You went back to your seat and watched the hard land get closer. You closed your eyes as the chassis collided with the ground, and the plane shook and hopped a little. You realized you were laughing, grabbing on the armrest of your chair. The weather in the capital of Maldives was nice.

Kai hit the water with both hands sending splashes all around.

“Let’s just overlook the fact there’s reasonably nothing else to do here”, he chanted capriciously, “but actually die. It’s just white sand everywhere!”

You stood in the water, feeling the tips of your wet hair tickle your skin. The sun was now blazing directly onto the tops of your heads and you asked yourself once again why you get up so early.

One of the worst things about the prison world was the lack of tiredness of hangover in the morning. There was no specific reason for lazy long cuddles. Kai was getting up at ten the latest and ran into the kitchen, excited as fuck about the new breakfast plan. You’d lie in bed in dread, thinking, he can only come up with so many recipes, and what happens when he runs out of them?

“We’re here specifically to teach you to swim”, you shook your finger at him. He followed it with his gaze obediently.

“You’re really hot when you’re bossing me around in your swimsuit”, he muttered. “Alright, let’s do it, tiny bae”.

It was cute how he chose all the gentle nicknames when he grew grumpy. A part of him didn’t wish to talk at all, and the other part, the one that pushed him, helpless, off the cliff, forced him to reach for a kind of compromise.

He was a quick but a lazy learner. Kai was like that one kid in the class who’s positively bored of the idea of studying; he knows enough, and he’s gifted enough. But there’s violent video games, boombox music and skateboarding after school on his mind instead of the terrors of civil war or equations. So, that one smart bored kid gives you hell, unwilling to perceive anything, groans loudly while you speak, and occasionally produces some witty remarks that make you giggle and hate yourself a little.

“Float, float!“

There was no denial you came to like holding his sides and especially his belly as you held him in the water where it came up to your chest. There was something extremely, intimately endearing about the way he allowed you to touch his abdomen, to hold him as he tried to stay horizontal in the sea. If only all those who hated so actively and readily on him back at home could feel his smooth skin under the fingers like you did. He was very human, very vulnerable. He was so human you knew for sure there are organs inside of him, and his heart, a massive strong and stubborn organ, pumped quicker inder your palm as he learnt not to go down. He really was nervous about the sea. And when he finally managed to perform a simple trick of floating on his back, arms outstretched, face above, you felt actually, sincerely happy. You felt truly, purely happy for the first time here, like all the joy finally returned to you. You felt human, too, and standing there, your hands in the blue-pearl water, still and sleepy, tiny ripples for waves running along, you looked at him smiling at the sky. How does one love? That was a damn good question Kai has posed.

You were wearing a happy jungle-green bikini, and you liked the way it was working with your skin. You made long swim-ins into the depths of the sea when Kai got tired of wiggling in the water like a featherless hen. He sat on the shore, a remarkable sight - one single human silhouette against a gigantic beach, lonely, - and waited for you as if he was afraid you’d swim away from him into the open ocean.

“Move your hands! Flap them!” you commanded, “like a bird! Like a bird, come on!”

Kai slipped out of your hands and stood, catching you in the clutch of his arms instead.

“Do you even know anything about swimming?” he requested, “I’m starting to get suspicious the bird technique is not good for sea”.

“Maybe I should just push you off the pier”, you mused, “that’s how they teach kids to swim”.

“Great plan”, he nodded, “but there are no piers here. There’s nothing but water and palm trees. I hate it here”, he added, looking at the sun maliciously. The eclipse came, and the air went cold instantly. There wasn’t any wind here, but still, standing in water while the sun was blocked out by the dark circle, was quite uncomfortable. You stepped up to each other, swayed gently by the quiet waves, and you pulled up to Kai, trying to find solace in his embrace. He was like a snake: almost always cold-blooded. His hands were fine, but he only heated at night, and all other time, he was just lukewarm, like a reptile. And as disaffectionate. Even when he got playful, his eyes were observing.

“Once we get out”, he said, and you stared at his two birth marks on the neck. You recalled seeing them last night, when you woke up in the middle of the night, pulled by something. That still happened occasionally. Kai slept like a dead puppy, his throat pulsating quietly with the pump of his blood.

“I’ll never go at sea again��.

“You’re just upset because you’re failing”.

“I never fail”.

“Then, swim like a bird, Parker!”

You pushed him in the chest, and the water grabbed him.

In the evening, the sun usually sat right into the water. There were no clouds here; Kai was somewhat right about this empty place. But there was certain beauty to the minimalistic design of it. All the surfaces were flat and calm-colored. The pastel sea and the white sand. The even row of the bikini-green palm trees. The blue sky. And nothing else, in the whole world. The radiating burning ball set into the water, gliding over, and the light turned orange from white. At the end of the day, you usually collapsed on the sand, both exhausted and burnt to red in the sun. Sand in hair didn’t bother you much since you had a very good shower at the house you occupied not far away from the shore. On the brink of the city, there were some nice rich people dwellings.

The sand was silky, almost soft, definitely not like the hard grass lake shores of Mystic Falls, big grained, leveled beaches of California or stone coastlines of New Jersey. You wondered what the lakes were like back in Portland and whether Kai ever spent any time there with his family, or with his girlfriend, or even alone.

He’d lay at your side, drained with the honest work he put into exercise, his moderately muscular shoulders going up and down with breathing. The skin on his milky white forearms and the back was going red with the sunburn, but whatever sting he was going through would go away soon after the sun set.

He knew, as he said many times, that there was nobody else here, so he was relaxed. He didn’t have to pretend either, so you discovered Kai was quite capable of resting somberly by you, his fingers playing with the sand that was more like powder, as long as you played with his hair. The wetness of it, the sight of the back of his neck with short black hairs, his exposed neck with the silver chain under your wrist, was something you knew was one in a lifetime experience.

You were lying snuggled against each other on a huge, enormous empty surface of the earth, warming up in the evening light, your bodies sighing with the heaviness of close, but never coming summer. And nobody even knew.

I like it here with you.

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pocminiseries · 5 years

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At Midnight

➵❤︎ Pairing: Jackson Wang x OC ➵❤︎ Warnings: Mature, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Gang Relations, etc ➵❤︎Genre: Romance, Fanfiction, Smut, Interracial, Urban, Non-Kpop Related. ➵❤︎Synopsis: We always seek the forbidden things we know aren't good for us but to deny what your heart truly deserves is the real tragedy. And for Imani, her savior came in the form of someone who was tainted, a man with a past who did violent acts simply for the joy of it. To be unfaithful was a sin but how could one stay away from what they truly desired, regardless of the consequences?

"11:11-Listen"

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"...Imani? Did you hear me?"

Tearing her gaze from the passing buildings, Imani turned her focus to the man beside her, a cloud of sadness shadowing her eyes. "Yes, Jayden, I heard you." She answered, giving him a small smile.

"Is everything ok baby? You've been quiet since this morning," The concern in his voice almost made her believe he truly cared. She began to question if he ever did.

"Yeah, I'm good, just a little tired," Imani lied smoothly. Trying her best to put on the fakest performance she could. This was the last place she wanted to be - anywhere near him. She could barely look him in the eyes anymore.

She had to fight the urge to not snatch her hand away when he reached for it, placing a kiss on the back of it. "You look beautiful tonight," He softly cooed, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles as his eyes admired her frame in the sexy but classy number she chose to wear for tonight's event.

"Thank you," She whispered back just when their limo pulled in front of the venue. Both a sense of relief and dread washed over her at once simply because she didn't know how she was going to get through this night, especially with how she's been feeling.

Once Jayden had stepped out, Imani took a deep breath in an attempt to get her emotions in check. She rathered be somewhere in her bed, crying out her frustrations, not here plastering a fake smile across her face as she displayed false happiness in front of people she could really give a fuck less about. Not to mention on the arm of a man she could no longer stand to be around.

They were barely inside of the ballroom for ten minutes when that familiar warm floral scent filled her nose. "Mr. Reyes." A soft voice greeted in that same seductive tone she always used whenever she was around him. Imani glanced up at Jayden seeing him smile brightly as anger began to run through her veins.

She was just a good friend he told her, that they've been close since their middle school days - and since trust was key in any relationship, Imani blindly believed him, no questions asked.

However, Imani always caught the way he looked at her. The sparkle in his eyes whenever she was around and the neverending smile that graced his face when she spoke, which he was proudly showcasing now.

"Faithe, it's good to see you," He beamed, letting go of Imani to pull Faithe in for a hug, leaving Imani standing there awkwardly to look at an embrace she knew was more than just a friendly greeting.

As if she had just noticed Imani standing there, Faithe finally acknowledged her once she pulled away from Jayden. "Oh, Imani...that dress on you is everything," Faithe complimented her, showing off that perfect smile of hers.

It was the fact that she could stand there and smile in front of Imani's face after what she's done was crazy. Imani wanted nothing more than to knock this bitches teeth crooked. "You look great too, Faithe,"

Sporting a red bodycon dress that showed a little cleavage, Faithe looked good, it was something Imani couldn't deny her and neither could the man she called her fiancé either. His eyes have been looking her up and down like she was a piece of steak.

"Thank you," Faithe nodded before turning her attention back to Jayden. "There are some people here who want to meet you to discuss the Bellmore project. You mind meeting them?"

With no hesitation, Jayden wrapped an arm around her small waist as if Imani wasn't standing right there. "Lead the way," He replies, his eyes had been fixated on her the moment she showed up and Imani wondered if he had forgotten she even existed.

"Imani, you don't mind if I steal him away do you?" Faithe questioned, causing Jayden to finally snap from his daze and look towards Imani.

Shifting her eyes between them, the level of hurt and betrayal she felt as they stood there in front of her...was too much. The images of them lying naked while wrapped up the sheets, sound asleep in a bed that she has shared with Jayden for three years hit her hard. "Go ahead, I'll be fine," Imani nodded, forcing that fake smile back on to her face.

Watching them walk away, Imani wanted to break down and just fall to her knees. Instead, she grabbed a glass filled with champagne and headed straight outside. She needed fresh air and a place to cool herself down before she truly lost it.

Stepping out into the cool night, Imani walked towards the balcony that was only occupied by a few others. Taking a sip from her glass, she looked over the massive backyard, taking in the lush green grass and angel water fountain that sat directly in the middle. She tried to force her thoughts elsewhere but she couldn't.

All the signs were there from the beginning.

The receipts she would find in the pockets of his pants when she washed his clothes. Hotel and restaurant visit that she was never invited to or knew about because maybe...just maybe he forgot to mention it.

But Imani wasn't naive, her gut has never failed her.

When she had become suspicious of his ways, she started to dig. He always handled the bills, paying everything because in his words, 'A man is supposed to take care of the woman he loves'. So she called the bank, requesting them to email her a copy of their statements, and what she found clarified her worries.

The five-day business trip he had informed her about wasn't to New York like he had said but Greece instead, Imani has never been to Greece. And the gorgeous diamond necklace he had purchased that she had come across in the bottom of his draw wasn't a gift he for her but instead for the beautiful woman on his arm who was currently wearing it around her neck.

A part of Imani had given him the benefit of doubt and thought that maybe it was a gift he had given to her out of friendship but once more, Imani knew better.

It was all for Faithe.

Being the good woman Imani was, she chose to stay in hopes that he would see what he already had in front of him but she realized that she didn't even hold a candle to her. Especially when she was everything he has always wanted.

Even if she wanted to leave, she knew that Jayden would simply call her parents and anyone else he could, make up some bullshit lie that they'd believe and drag her ass back to him once they gave her a good talking to.

They were so brainwashed when it came to him...everyone was.

Imani wanted to scream at the top of her lungs from her frustrations. She deserved so much better.

She wondered why she was even feeling hurt, their relationship wasn't something based off of love to begin with. An engagement that was somewhat forced upon them by their meddling parents. And while he was out being unfaithful, she was left to suffer in silence.

Although Imani was a strong woman who had endured a lot, there was only so much she could take.

Too many emotions hit her at once as she stood there staring at them from the balcony. She wanted so badly to run across the room and beat both their asses at that moment but she refrained. They would get theirs, she would make sure of it.

"You're too pretty to be crying,"

Imani tore her gaze away from the happy couple inside, to the person standing not too far from her. His sweet, benevolence tone catching her attention immediately. It was the type of voice that soothed her aching heart just a bit from those few words alone.

And as she stood there openly staring at him, her fingers had never itched so badly to touch a face quite like his before.

Her mind felt as though she was imagining things. She was witnessing an angel that had to be sent from up above and no one could tell her any differently.

"Am I?" She sniffled, seeing no reason in hiding her pain.

The handsome stranger gave her a sad look, reaching his hand to wipe away the fallen tears from her face. "He's a fool," He commented, observing her confused face until he softly grabbed her hand where a shiny engagement ring adorned her finger.

Imani glanced at the ring that was supposed to bring pure happiness whenever she looked at it, now though, she wanted to toss it into the depths of the nearest ocean because of the anger it now ignited inside of her.

Blinking back her tears, she tried to hide behind her hair only to have him softly grip her chin and turn her to face him once more. Those dark brown eyes seemed to look through her, searching deeply into her own. Imani wondered if he could hear how rapidly her heart was beating inside of her chest. His touch causing goosebumps to break out on her warm skin.

"I can fix it..." He states as his thumb lightly brushes across her plump bottom lip. His words holding a double meaning, one much more of a sinister than she realized.

"Fix what?" She asked confused. This isn't where she should be, much less allowing a man she didn't know to touch her like this. But there was just something so alluring about this man that pulled her in.

"What he has broken inside of you," Whoever hurt her had messed up...badly. Allowing Imani to freely walk into the madness of Leo Rén was a mistake.

Imani looked over him curiously, not knowing how to take in his offer. She wanted to slap herself for even considering it. She didn't even know his name for fucking sake. If he was any other man speaking to her like this she would've been walked away. Maybe it was the way he looked at her or the way his words caused her to fall deeper into his trap.

Infidelity wasn't something Imani wanted to participate in, unlike her fiancé. No matter how physically pleasing this man was, she refused to allow herself to become a cheater. It wasn't in her character to do so, even if she had the right to.

"I can't..." She denied, taking a step back. "I don't even know you,"

He smirked at that, understanding her hesitance. "Leo," He introduced himself, holding out his hand for her to shake.

"Imani." She whispered, sliding her hand into his, ignoring the tingles she felt when they touched. Fearing that if she acknowledged it, she'd have to admit she didn't want their mild contact to end. His face, to the sound of his voice and the way those dark eyes stared back into her own almost had her weak in the knees.

For the first time in forever, Imani was entranced by someone. A stranger that she truly felt was not entirely real. Maybe her imagination was playing a cruel trick on her. Could no one else see this perfect specimen but her?

"Stop..." She suddenly mumbles, slipping her hand from his to rub down her shoulders as the wind blew around them.

Tilting his head to the side, he gave her a knowing grin. "Stop what?" Imani seemed to lick her lips at the husky tone of his voice. It affected her more than she would like to admit.

"Looking at me like that," She answered, shivering from the dropping temperatures or maybe something else...she wasn't quite sure herself.

Leo looked away briefly, laughing softly through his nose before focusing on her once more. "If you knew what I see when I look at you, you'd understand my reasoning,"

His words tugged at something deep within her chest, sparking a new wave of emotions she didn't know how to handle. This wasn't what she needed right now, not in her vulnerable state. Her mind wasn't thinking clearly. To even think of him in the manner that she was shouldn't be considered but lord knows how badly she just wanted to know what his arms would feel like wrapped around her body. To lose herself in his warm embrace and bask in that masculine scent of his.

Imani even wondered what his lips would feel like against her skin...and in other places as well.

Quickly shaking her head, she turned her attention towards the backyard. "Tell me something Leo, do you know what it's like to be betrayed by someone you love?" She asked, glancing at him over her shoulder.

"More than anyone," He replied, placing his hands inside of his pockets.

Imani nodded, holding up her hand to look at the diamond ring that adorned her finger. "She's pregnant with his child, you know?" She began to laugh bitterly as she squeezed her hand into a fist. "They think I don't know about them but I have for a while now." Biting into her bottom lip, she tried to blink away her watery eyes, hating that she was still crying over them.

Leo remained silent as his eyes looked at the beauty in front of him, wanting to reach out and pull her close and cross a line he knew he shouldn't. Someone like him didn't deserve to touch someone so precious, not with the things he has done, or because of who he was.

Turning to face him completely, Imani took a step towards him under his curious gaze. "I don't believe in being unfaithful...it's bad karma but..." She paused and looked towards the marble floor for a few seconds. "What's a sin to the brokenhearted?" If Jayden could do his dirt, then why couldn't she do the same in return.

"Tell me what you want Imani," He gently says, placing the ball in her court. Whatever happens between them will solely be up to her.

Biting her lip, she went to reach out for him only to pause, hearing someone call her name. "Imani? Have you seen Jayden? A few people are asking for him," Looking towards the voice, Imani spotted one of Jayden's business partners and good friend, Marcus, walking towards her direction.

Dropping her hand, Imani lightly smiled, pretending as if she wasn't about to commit the ultimate sin. "No, I haven't. Wasn't he with Faithe?" She asked him, catching the look Marcus had sent in Leo's direction.

"I believe so but I can't seem to find either one," He answered, his eyes going back and forth between her and Leo.

"I see. I'll go find him for you then," She informed him, taking a step to leave only to feel a warm hand grab hers. Those familiar tingles shot up her arm from his touch as she turned to face Leo. Imani could feel her heart thump wildly once their eyes met before he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against her ear.

"When you need me, come find me," He whispered, pulling away to give her a final look.

Imani swallowed, forcing herself to step away and hastily walk Marcus who she had temporarily forgotten was there, barely sparing him a glance. It wasn't until she made it inside that she felt something in her hand. Lifting the card, she read his Leo's name written in cursive gold across the matte black design, his contact info at the bottom.

The small smile that formed on her face was quickly removed when she realized the mistake she had made. What the hell was she thinking? In a moment of weakness, she was willing to do something she knew better of and with a man she barely knew at that. Gripping the card tightly in her hand, Imani headed towards the first floor, searching for Jayden.

There was a funny feeling in her gut that something was up. Faithe was missing and so was he. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure what that meant. Still, she continued to search until she wandered down a hall when she had heard it. A soft giggle coming from somewhere in the seemingly vacant area. Slowly, Imani moved forward until she reached a corner, pausing to peak around it just as Faithe leaned up to kiss her fiancé in a manner that was nothing short of passionate.

Imani wanted so badly to do something, to say something but instead, she turned on her heels and headed straight for the entrance. She didn't want to be there any longer, not when she ready to tear shit up out of frustration.

Finding the limo that they had arrived in, Imani informed the driver that it would only be her and to take her home. Clearly, Jayden could find another way home.

Sitting in the backseat, Imani eyed the ring on her finger through blurry vision. It wasn't fair. She had done everything right or as best she could. Catering to him. Loving him. Taking care of him and still, he does her like this.

Angrily wiping away her tears, she began to think of a way out. Away from Jayden, Away from her strict parents and the only life she has ever known.

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everlarkficexchange · 6 years

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Rewind.

Written by: @thegirlfromoverthepond

Prompt 8: Start your story at the end (like the backwards Seinfeld episode “The Betrayal” about a wedding in India) and reveal how it began at the end. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Thank you @javistg and @xerxia31 for hosting this amazing fic exchange :) it’s always been a great opportunity to start wirting different things … I still remember the first fic I posted for the exchange :)

Thank you for the prompt, @567inpanem, I hope you’re not disappointed in what I wrote. (I’ve never watched Seinfeld ;) )

And again thank you to @xerxia31 for betaing this story so well. Your help made this story much better.

I’m dying. I can feel it. Life leaves my body, finger by toe. My heart will soon stop, and I’ll finally join him. These last two years have been too difficult, too sad. Too empty.

I know they’re gathered downstairs. I can hear them all. Children, grandchildren. I’m glad I’ve met them. I’m happy we made them.

The cold is taking more and more space inside of me. I’m not strong enough anymore.

I don’t want to fight it.

Maybe, in death, I’ll hold his hand again. Maybe we’ll sit in the Meadow, watch our family live and laugh. Maybe he’ll whisper in my ear, like he used to when we were younger.

Or maybe we’ll just look at each other.

The cold is going to take me away …. I turn my head, and I see him looking at me, from the old armchair near the bed.

He extends his hand, I think he wants me to come with him ..

I take his hand. The cold is everywhere.

I’m dying.

———-

I never thought there would be something scarier than giving birth. Or surviving a war and two Hunger Games.

But there’s something even worse than suffering.

It’s seeing someone you love deeply in pain.

Peeta holds my hand the whole time. I can see the distress in his eyes - so much like when I gave birth to Charlotte and Aiden. This time, though, it’s different.

Because it’s our little princess who is delivering, bringing her own child into this world.

Our little daughter, who once was a carefree kid, laughing and playing in the Meadow. Who grew up to be the kindest of big sisters, caring so much for others that her becoming a doctor was as natural as breathing.

And now, after a few years in a happy union, she’s about to give birth.

And we’re freaking out.

Not because we’re becoming grandparents.

But because she’s going to become a mother.

I exchange a look with Peeta, which says it all. We’re in this together. Always.

We only break eye contact when we hear the waiting room door open.

Our son-in-law, eyes sparkling in what would have been a ridiculous outfit if we weren’t too distracted to notice it (pink scrubs never look good on men) enters, announcing that the baby is here.

A girl, named Lily.

I start crying at the news.

—–

He dies on a beautiful summer day.

For years, summers meant death and dread for him. Now, they mean afternoons spent in his backyard or ours, watching Charlotte and Aiden play with the animals we have. Our little farm, expanding with each passing year, along with his neverending flock of geese. Why he had so much, he never said.

He lived a tough life, full of tears, full of pain, full of loneliness.

We hope he had a happy ending, full of laughter, full of joy, with his adopted family.

Charlotte cries for days over the loss of her Grandpa.

—-

Of course, Peeta agrees before I can say anything.

Just like every other time.

How I find myself with a cat, chicken, rabbits and a goat is beyond me.

But they make the children happy. Which makes Peeta happy.

Seeing my loved ones happy makes me happy too.

Hearing Haymitch complain about them is a bonus.

–

Having two kids makes everything different.

Only one thing still amazes me.

Love can’t be divided.

It multiplies.

—

Charlotte comes into the world screaming.

It took me a long time to agree to having a child, but I finally caved. Our world has changed, to something I never dreamt of.

I never dreamt of having children before, but if the world can change, so can I.

Charlotte has my hair, and what I hope will be her father’s eyes.

I’m happy I brought her into our lives. I feel at peace.

Haymitch has even quit drinking. I think he’s found his peace, too.

—-

It’s a quiet morning and I’m feeling lazy. Peeta is asleep next to me, his arm resting on my belly.

He’s protective, my Peeta. I don’t want to get out of bed. I don’t want to wake up yet.

I just want to bathe in his warmth.

I turn on my side, feel his hand slide to my back. I find my place on his chest.

I close my eyes.

I’m happy.

–

It’s always harder on the anniversary of her death.

The first years, it felt like I was dying inside.

Today marks the tenth anniversary. Prim would be 24. She would be married. She would be worrying about her children’s first reaping.

No mother will ever again have to worry about her children being sent to death.

Ever.

It helps with the pain. Time soothes all wounds, Peeta says.

He’s right.

I still have bad days, but they are few and far between.

Maybe, in the end, it was worth it?

—

The first day is hard on Peeta. Opening a bakery that bears his family name in view of everybody, in front of the cameras, reminds him too much of what he has lost. What he’ll never have again.

His family.

His parents and brothers.

I try to be as supportive as I can, even helping with the front counter. It’s like people have come from all over the country to be part of the opening. But after a few minutes of people asking me more about our life as a couple rather than about bread, I let the staff we’ve hired manage the sales.

I can feel it’s a tough day for Peeta, I can feel it in my bones.

I find him sitting on the steps of the back door, his gaze lost in the sky.

I know he misses them.

I know I’m nothing like they ever were to him.

I just know they are his past, when I can be his future.

I hug him.

We watch the sunset, watch the birds fly by.

We wait until he’s ready. Until the tears are dried.

Then we go home, hand in hand.

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It happens because it’s where all the kissing and exploring leads us. It’s not a date we’ve chosen, it’s no particular day, it’s nothing out of the ordinary.

Our hands wander a little more than usual. Mine like to trace his muscles, the firm lines that reappeared when he started making bread again. Lifting sacks of flour did his body good.

HeI can hear soft moans softly as my fingers linger on his chest, under his shirt. It’s like he’s as sensitive to my touch as I am when his hands are on me.

I don’t know why today I feel bolder than usual. my mouth wants to taste his, or linger on his jaw, feel his pulse under my lips when they find his neck. Over and over again.

I thought I knew what hunger was until I hear his moans - they do something to me, break all the barriers.

They set me free.

He sets me free.

We find ourselves more adventurous than ever. Clothes are thrown away, hands wander again and again, touches become more intimate… until we’re finally one.

It’s short, it’s rushed.

But we have a lot of time to practice.

So we practice.

—-

He’s back.

He came back.

I don’t know why.

He’s back.

Yesterday, he planted primroses around my house.

Primroses.

He made her come back.

Even when she couldn’t.

She’s everywhere now.

In every flower that will bloom.

In every whisper of the leaves.

She’s back here.

With me.

He brought her back.

He brought me back.

My boy with the bread.

He saved me.

Again.

—-

I hate the sun. It’s scorching.

Even through the windows.

I haven’t been outside in days.

Or weeks.

It’s not important.

I just want to die.

Everyone left me.

Finnick died for me. He should have lived.

Mother - she couldn’t even look me in the eye. She’s in Four, I think.

I don’t care.

Not anymore.

Gale- I can’t even think about him.

Prim. My sweet little sister. She wasn’t supposed to die.

Or maybe she was. Maybe it was her destiny all along.

Peeta - they keep him in the Capitol. I guess he’ll never come back to me.

I’m nothing but scars and pain.

I’m worthless.

—-

It’s true, what they say.

When you die, you see your whole life passing in front of your eyes.

Mine has been so long… I was supposed to die at sixteen.

I never expected to survive the Hunger Games, much less a second one. Or a war.

I never thought I’d be one to believe in love.

Yet, I did.

For every loss, every pain I felt, happiness came my way. First with my boy with the bread, so many years ago. Then with my fellow tribute. Or the man I loved with all my heart. The one who held my hand when our children were born. The man who shared my life, through everything.

He was my past. He became my present.

Now we have all of eternity.

Together.

Always.

#Springtime Edition 2018 #thegirlfromoverthepond #567inpanem #prompt 8 #submission

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k-waza · 6 years

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Do you have the time to listen to me whine

Self doubt is something that has badly plagued me throughout my whole life. No matter what Job I got, no matter what job I did, even if I did it well, there was this constant, nagging, neverending dread that if I screw up I'll get fired and or "disposed of"

I once had a job as a School Age Program assistant and worked with kids. I have a natural talent for being nurturing and many people say that I'm really good with kids.

I was privileged to have such good co-workers and good superiors to help guide me and make me a better SAP assistant. I DID mess up a time or two, but instead of yelling at me, belittling me, or shaming me, I had supervisors and senpais (seniors) who would simply ask me "What do I think I need to do to fix the situation and prevent it from happening again". . as a result I got really REALLY good at doing my job.

Even though I had understanding, supportive superiors at my job I remember one time I screwed up on the job, I was a lot harder on myself than my boss was. I actually cried a little in front of the kids, but being macho I tried to play it off as an allergy attack. But even though I tried to play it off, even the kids were aware that I was crying a little.

One base aspect of my personality is that I have a fear of being "Disposed" of. Thrown away.

Fast forward like 10 years later, I'm living with my aunt. I work as a minimum wage security guard making only 450$ every two weeks. My aunt is stingy with the food so I have to spend the majority of my money eating out. I don't have a car so any groceries I can carry while riding a bike would have to do.

After 4 months of living with my aunt, I caught wind of her saying that she wanted to drop me off at a homeless shelter. Not call any other relatives that I could live with, just dispose of me because I had to rely on her.

It was those thoughts that went through my head the day of the accident as I rode my bicycle to work that morning.

I thought to myself "If I die, everyone will be happy." -"I finally would have done something right with my life, nobody will have to worry about taking care of me or having me rely on them anymore."

"They'll be proud of me if I take the initiative and take my own life."

But then I heard a voice in my head that said "Don't do it"

The voice said "The people in your family may be unreliable, selfish, self-serving, insensitive, miserly, and callous, but they are NOT so sadistic as to actually take pleasure in the loss of one of their own."

"DON'T DO IT"

"Look at this beautiful sunrise as the sun gently climbs over the trees. . .it is the start of a new day. Each start of a new day brings potential of doing something great. As long as you get to see a new morning, you have the power to do something good and make improvements. . ."

At that moment I felt less sad. I felt a feeling of hope swell up inside me as I was inspired by that Rising Shine. . . . .

Then everything went black. I was hit by a truck and instantly renderd unconscious.

I don't remember the moment of impact.

As I was blacked out, I thought to myself "Shit, Please do not tell me that I DREAMT waking up, getting ready for work and riding my bike halfway to the bus stop!"

"I gotta wake up! I hit the snooze button twice already!"

I opened my eyes and I was on my back on the ground looking up at a darkened sky. Someone told me "Don't move, you were hit by a truck, we've called an ambulance!"

And then I thought to myself" Oh. . . .wait a minute. . .that means I get the day off of work today! WHOO HOO!" I was completely unaware that the lower half of my body was completely shattered.

The pain didn't kick in until after I regained consciousness again in the hospital. Ever try doing the splits when you're not flexible? Well imagine that pain, but your legs, spine and pelvis are twisted 1080 degrees.

I was in so much pain that time I UNIRONICALLY believed that I died, went to hell and I was on a torture rack thinking to myself "Even GOD thinks I'm not good enough!" (I was blind at the time I couldn't open my eyes or see anything)

Long story short, I'm still alive, and self doubt haunts me to this day. Not as badly but I've learned how to manage it a little better.

#about nothing and everything all at once

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sancocnutclub · 7 years

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Dear @justsomewhump , seems your WhumpFairy jumped on my blog and asked if I could post the next whumpy stuff YAY it’s back!! the reason is “bc limit character sucks as fuck” and hell it’s true! Soooooo I’m going to post the part on thisblog everytime I have one.

I let you make a masterpost if you want,just let me know how you want to process tho I think your WF is going to hit you soon!

without any further ad, here the start! :D

-1H

It was always the same. Same place. Same 5 people. Same activities. Same strange looks... It was always the same until the day they decide to put their noses in their traffic. But never Emma and Killian had expected what was going to happen. He was wimply supposed to approach them, Swan’s voice in his ear all the time. He was not supposed to have a blackout. But he has…

Killian woke up in the middle of a dark street in the town, his earbud gone but it was all. It was all he could notice before it all went wrong in his life.

H-0

They had gone see Whale for a full check. Apparently everything was good. The only bruises he got on his ankle and wrist would heal in a heartbeat. Once home they go lies on their bed, Emma snuggling to his side. He should feel safe, happy, relaxed but he just seems to couldn't. He couldn't remember any of it. One moment he was next to them the other he was lying on the bloody asphalt of a small street. On the top of that, he had been gone for 2 days. He was now lying on their bed, Emma snoring softly on his chest as he stares at the wall. He was missing something but what?

Flashes of memories assault his mind during the rest of the night. Flash of dark figures, a small room,an old chair ,ropes on the floor and there was that clock on the wall ticking right in front of him. It has been more than just 2 days. He wakes gasping for air for what seems the hundred time this night and this time Killian knew what was wrong. Whomever had trapped him, they had kept him more than just 2 days he could feel it. And with magic in the town, it was a plausible possibility. It was the first thing he said to Emma once she join him in their living room. With worry in her eyes they decided to call Regina. If magic has been involved, it would change the done and who knew what had really happened to him…

All the queen have been able to sort out was the time he had been in that place. And it was dreadful… They went home still not able to take in the news. Emma was looking frantically at everything and each time she looked at him before her eyes filled with terror go away in the room. As for Killian, his look was blank, the news hit him hard, leaving him in a second state not fully here and yet not fully gone. Gone. He had been gone for two.years.

The rest of the morning had passed slowly, Emma always by his side but there was like something that was creeping inside of him and each time the sensation took hold Killian was left gasping for air, his heart beating too fast as Emma helped him to break the panic attack and breathe normally again. And right after a vision of being tied up on a chair in a small room invades his sight. Suddenly the need to get out of the room he was in was overwhelming and he almost ran away from Emma’s hold to breathe outside, to feel free again.

Killian had managed to reassure Emma about just needing some time alone. She agreed but at the condition that if anything wasn’t right he would let her know. He simply nod before walking a bit in their spacious garden. But 5 minutes later he felt like he needed something else but he couldn’t tell what. In the end he decided to do something , go take a walk at the dock, talk with someone and so on until it was time to go to bed again.

Never he had felt that bored in a day and now that he could just rest and sleep, his mind seems to pick that moment to send him back to the revelation of the morning, about the 2 missing years he couldn’t remember, that bloody room, the neverending ticking of the clock and it was just too much for him. He extract himself from the bed ensuring not to wake Emma before he head downstair and prepared himself a cup of tea as he took a book from the shelf. Apparently there were no way he would find sleep anytime soon.

H-24

He found that he had probably fall asleep on the table as the first ray of light went through the curtains of the kitchen and he could feel the mark that the book had left on his skin. It was too early to wake up for him. With a groan he moved to the closest surface where he could lies down once more and finish his night. But as soon as he was on the couch his eyes snapped open and there was no way he could find sleep again. With a curse he shifted on his back, staring at the ceiling listening to the still quiet house...His bloodshot eyes were almost closing themselves but right at this moment he felt that need back, that same craving for...for something he bloody didn’t knew what! A wave of anger rose in him as a flash of blonde hair appeared on the corner of his eyes and the love of his life took his in her arms.

It had took her perhaps half an hour to get him back on tracks before she kiss his eyes and starts to stroke his hair to help him go back to sleep. Finally, he was breathing softly. A watery smile appeared on her face before she goes to the kitchen to prepare them some cozy breakfast for when he’ll wake up. While he had opened his eyes too soon for her taste, he looked a bit better than when she found him on the couch earlier this morning. She took his face in her hands looking at him and kissed him softly on his lips. He was a survivor. He will heal. He will survive to this...together.

She had asked him how long he had been awake last night but Killian has found he was unable to give her a precise answer. Whatever he tried to recall seemed to had become vague since he was back. When she asked him if he wanted to take a walk the same place as yesterday he almost had been surprised, did they went there? He wasn’t sure of anything. And it was bloody irritating. How could he forgot such banal things in a small amount of time? He agreed but he couldn’t stop thinking about that vangsness he seems to have this morning.

He woke up with a start, looking at where he was a bit disoriented by the unexpected nap he had took as soons as they were back at home. He lifted himself a bit and listened carefully to the sounds around him and he concluded he was alone. Emma had left a note on the table saying she would be right back. He groaned and made his way to the bathroom upstair to take a shower, hoping to clear his mind at the same time. But once under the hot water, tingling took possession of his hand and soon after of his feet. He clenched his hand and flexed his toes several time before the sensation started to fade from his extremities, his attention entirely focused on the task... But barely two minutes later, the combination of the hot temperature, the humidity of the air and that tingling had sent him into a new panic attack... And this time he was alone in their house…

After what seemed to be a whole day, Killian had finally managed to go out of the wetness of the room and dragged himself to their room. Once pressed against the mattress of their bed, he was panting and slightly shaking as he tried desperately to regain control on his breathe in order to calm the rate of his heart. But his mind was running at miles and was too focused on the panic that was winning inside of him. He quickly started to feel light headed, sweat was starting to form on his forehead and at the back of his neck, his ragged breaths not stopping. Dark spots were dancing on his vision as his muffled ears let pass the sound the front door being unlock. By the time Emma find him, he had passed out.

He once again woke up disoriented, with a terrible headache. He realized Emma was at his side, gently holding his hand while absentmindedly massaging his knuckles, her eyes closed. A strong shiver pass through him as he whined. Emma opened her eyes, her attention right back at him, stroking his face as he slowly sit himself from the floor where he apparently had landed after his last panic attack. She gave him an aspirin as she asked him if he was alright and he just stared at her. How could he be alright? Sensing his reaction she briskly corrected herself, opting for a “feeling a bit better?” to which he nodded before closing his eyes letting the exhaustion win again. Right now, all he wanted was to end that awful day.

This time he woke up feeling better, thought his headache was still present but nothing an aspirin couldn't fix. Emma was reading a book on the bed next to him. So he slowly snuggle against her, kissing her head before she turned to face him and offered him a smile. He returned the gesture as his belly made itself notice. He chuckled at her face before they decide to go buy, hand in hand a takeout at Granny’s . They had ran into a lot of people on their way, all asking him about his well being. At first he had been polite and answered them that he would be alright sooner than later but the more they asked, the more he become irritated and he had to force a smile to make them believe he was fine. But inevitably, he had exploded after Emm asked him the same question once more. The look on her face broke his heart and he shook his head before taking her in his arms, mumbling apologize on her hair. Asking himself one last question. What was wrong with him?

H-48

To be honest, Killian didn’t knew what he would prefer. Waking up after having insomnia most of the night or waking up with stomach cramps? And hell they are exhausting. They were short but intense and he barely had time to recover before he was hit again… and it was like that all the morning until the medication that Emma gave him, helped stop the cramps. Nausea keeping him company until finally he seemed to be able to eat something. But it was only a mere illusion to think that eating something would be a good idea. He had barely put something in his mouth that his belly grumble and he thought it was better if he doesn’t test his gut anytime soon. So he walked to the couch, turned on the TV before he start to play with his rings like when something was bothering him enough to start spoiling his thought until he take care of it...

He was in need of something. And it was affecting his temper as he tried to figure it out. The riddle of what he wanted, being quite the task. As Emma wasn’t in the house he concluded he was probably just missing her a lot. After all, he had been separated from her for two years so his body was probably trying to make him understand the fact. Killian slipped on his leather jacket before he searched for her. Lucky, she was just outside hanging out the clothes. With a smirk on his face, he took her by behind and start to kiss her neck as she paused what she was doing to savor his ministrations. But soon duty brought them back to what had to be done and Killian find himself helping his Swan in her task. But just like an infant, he became bored by the task and he step back deciding to simply enjoy the view.

It was soon noon when they both sit down at the table on the terrace. It was a beautiful day and Killian was being wheedling as ever. Not to displeased Emma. But she seemed to feel that there was something behind this act. Asking him if he was good paying attention not to hurt his feeling like yesterday, he finally confessed that he was still a bit anxious and since he opened his eyes, the threat of the panic attack wasn’t far behind. Concerned about him but also happy he had opened to her, Emma decided that she would take care of him for the rest of the day so he could be relax and have a chance of a peaceful night later. However, she noticed that the more she was trying to be here for him, he was still needing something else and two hours later she was starting to be angry at his behavior. “Stop behaving yourself like a child Jones! “ She had slam the door behind her as Killian found himself alone with his mess that he would have to repair if he wanted to be forgiven by Emma...

He was a dick. He truly was. How could have he behave like that whereas Emma was doing her best so he could feel better? He let out a frustrated sigh before knocking at the door. He waited a moment but no answer came. His hand hower the handle of the door but he stops in his track. She was Emma Swan after all. They might have change for the better both of them but he knew better than to force her wall when she was pissed off at him. So he simply rest his forehead on the frame of the door, closing his eyes as he apologize for his stupid behavior toward her, that she deserves so much better than the eejit he was. As his throat start to squeezes as he was slowly drowning on self-loathing about being the most unworthy pirate, she shuffles to the door, opening it slowly. He stares at their feet before she reach for his chins so he face her. His eyes were glassy as she simply shake her head and pulls him inside with her and hug him.

They slowly made peace and soon his lips touch hers and it was as he was finally finding what was missing. Her presence. Her touch. Their kiss slowly deepened as his hand reach the back of her head, tingling his fingers in her soft hair, his left arms on her back, pushing her against him. And it was like finally satisfying an addiction. He devours her with his mouth as they both grows because of what the other was doing to them. The memory of their fight from the afternoon already buried deep down their head. Only the desire controlling. And for once Killian felt right, his body and mind relaxed as he held closed to his body and kiss passionately his Swan. Whatever he was needing before was completely gone from his thoughts...at least for now.

They went for a late evening walk in the city and so did a lot of people tonight. After a moment Killian realized he never paid that much attention to the number of people smoking. And damn they were quite a number! But the more time passed, the more he find it difficult not to stare at them. Inevitably, they walk in front of an old man with his pipe, blowing his smoke at their face. He apologize quickly even if Emma gave him a smile, ensuring him that it was nothing. But Killian was soon taken in a coughing as flashes of memories assault him, memories of being in the room. But this time there was something else. Smoke. It was surrounding him . It was a bloody amount of smoke and he couldn’t breath for a moment even if he wasn’t really in the smoky room. Then he heard her voice. His mind getting clearer after her voice break through. “Killian? You’re alright? Killian what’s wrong?” but all he could for the moment was staggering on the spot before he shook violently his head, wanting to come back to the reality faster. The hell was that? he muttered under his breath as Emma was gripping his forearms.

He was sure of a few thing. Whatever happened in that room had come back to him after he has inhaled the smoke of the old man. His head was still spinning a bit and his strength had been sucked up by the flash of memorie. The need was like coming back and god his arm was hurting. Blinking faster he realized it hurt because of Emma’s pressure on it as she was kneeling next to him. Did he fell? He couldn’t remember anything else than what he saw. Emma didn’t wait another minute as she pouf them back home on their bed. She stroke Killian head, waiting for him to get his bearing back together. Killian closed his eyes before looking at her, smiling, letting her know he was okay before he let sleep took over.

#whump #killian jones #i wanna know!#whump fairy shadowsan #Whump Fairy

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guessmonsta · 7 years

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You probably won't get to this today (for the ides of march) but what about a tsukishima scenario where him and his history nerd gf go on a date to a museum and she's super exited over the Julius Caesar exhibit and he's super excited over the dinosaurs? Overall just really cute??? Thank BB

《I absolutely had to do this for the Ides of March ‘cause I actually am treating it like a holiday. Also, it wasn’t until now did I realize that I referred to him as Kei throughout the entire thing, because in my mind I guess I’m on first name basis with him now, lol. It’s been a while since I’ve written happy Kei and? I liked it? I also learned a bunch of cool new dinosaur facts so props to that》

Tsukishima Kei didn’t quite get why his girlfriend loved the Roman emperors so much. They were all old, narcissistic sadists who, even if they did lead one of the most inarguably powerful empires in history, all seemed to have the temperamental issues of a toddler. The only emperor Kei didn’t have a problem with was Marcus Aurelius, but he was completely disregarded by her. She actually liked the sadists, the numbskulls, the men who made their race horses part of the Roman consul. She adored Caligula, Elagabalus, and this morning, when she rushed over to his house and told him that they absolutely had to go on a date to see the one day Julius Caesar exhibit at the history museum downtown, Kei couldn’t have dreaded his life more. Truth be told, he would’ve slammed the door on her face if it wasn’t for the promise that she’d take him to the dinosaur exhibit and buy him coffee later on.

Although, now that he was at the museum itself, he was glad he accepted the offer.

He had never seen her more excited in her life. The moment Kei admitted that he knew jackshit about the emperors, she practically squealed. He didn’t know why, but she flushed up almost instantaneously, bursting out into a little rant about Quintillus, or whomever. Kei didn’t quite understand why she got so happy, or how, but he did know that he absolutely loved the way she sat on the edge of the driver’s seat, clutching onto the steering wheel just a bit tighter as she got deeper into the one sided conversation, and the neverending smile that grazed upon her lips. He loved it, and if she was already this excited on the car ride there, the museum was going to be one hell of an experience. “I honestly don’t get why you’re so in love with some old, dead guy, __.” He found himself asking her once she parked in front of the museum. She gave him a soft look, the one that made his heart almost stop in his chest, her cheeks still a bit pink from her spiel, and she clicked her tongue.“I don’t get why you’re so in love with some old, dead… lizards.” “Reptiles.”“Lizards.” “Well, I guess I’m not gonna be the only one learning something new today, hm?” He smiled, hurriedly pressing a soft, chase kiss on the corner of her mouth before leaving the car, watching her giggle from the inside. She got out and immediately grabbed his hand, brushing her fingertips against his before she intertwined their fingers. “We’re gonna see Julius first, right?” She pondered. “Oh, so you’re on first name basis with Mr. Caesar now, are you?”“Well, what else am I supposed to call him? It doesn’t matter what I call him, you said it yourself, he’s just an old, dead guy.”“Oh, so you’re agreeing with me now?”She paused for a moment, her mouth agape, trying to articulate words to fire back at him. Kei stood on the steps with a victorious smirk, kneeling over to meet her at eye level. “Did I win this one?”“Uh-huh.”Kei smiled, staring back at her silently for a moment before pulling her up the steps with him. Kei had always loved this museum, a large, spacey enclosure with a replica of a Mastodon greeting its visitors at the door. A giant Newton’s Cradle display was set off to the corner, giddy children circling around it and throwing around the balls like it was a toy. There was a giant ‘marble sculpture’ of Julius Caesar by the steps, its authentic facade given away by the small code number right underneath his kneecap.“If the entire exhibit is like that, I’m going to stab myself.” She had joked, sparing it one last glance as she trailed in front of him on the stairs. “Twenty-three times?”“Too soon!”“Oh please, you set yourself up for that one.”She paused for a moment, reaching the top of the steps, then spun around. “You’re right, I did.” She giggled, grabbing his hands in hers. “I wanted to see if you’d say it or not.”Kei rolled his eyes, then willingly followed her into the exhibit nearby. She almost immediately started running her mouth, not only capturing his attention, but a group of kids nearby. He had almost laughed, she had known so much they must’ve thought she worked here, or something. She was oblivious to her little crowd, and every so often she’d look up at him, her eyes crinkled in the corners as she smiled, then continued spewing out more information than the info cards on each poster. There were moments where he had accidently zoned out, lost in the expression of her, subconsciously waving her arms around and clapping at whatever the hell it was that she found so exciting. Kei thought it was adorable, painfully so, that there were moments he had to look away or else he was sure he’d find himself in a heap on the floor. There was a moment that she had stopped, just to admire the armor they had put on display. It wasn’t Julius’, but it was someone’s, an old artifact locked up behind a glass chamber and red ropes. She looked up at it fondly, her fingers tapping mindlessly against the ropes. “You’re so adorable.” Kei caught her off guard as he whispered into her ear, amused by the small gasp she made from being startled. “I think you’re the only person in the world who could talk about a dead narcissist and still sound sexy.”She guffawed, covering her mouth and nearly doubling over. Her cheeks flushed red, suddenly, and her grip on his hand became bone crushing. “Never say that to me again, oh my god.” She managed to strangle out in between giggles. “I think we’re done here, I don’t think I ever wanna look at Julius Caesar again.”“Dinosaur time?” Kei found himself asking, even though he knew the obvious answer was ‘yes’. She nodded, and it was her turn to follow him around now, and the thought of it made him flush up a bit. He knew he was going to run his mouth, the event was inevitable, and part of him really wished the dinosaur exhibit was closed so he didn’t have to. He wasn’t as comfortable with speaking as she was, the thought of dragging in a small crowd of children like she did set off an anxiety alarm in his head and oh god, his skin was crawling. Although, by the time he reached the exhibit, and there was a small velociraptor to greet him, the anxiety alarm was dismantled, and the useless trivia trigger was set off. “You know real velociraptors were about the size of a turkey, so this whole model is completely inaccurate?” He began. He felt a bit insecure about all of this, for some odd reason, and when he looked back at her to see her nodding at him with a small smile of reassurance, he felt safe. He sighed and continued, pointing out his favorite dinosaurs and spewing the weirdest facts about each to the point where he actually surprised himself a bit. “Hey, Kei, are those the Brachiosaurus’?” “The one on the left is, good girl.” He found himself saying, not even bothering to correct himself with the ‘good girl’ comment, and continuing. “The other one is an Apatosaurus, you can tell the difference, ‘cause Brachiosaurus has longer front legs, see? They belong to the order sauropoda, which were the largest land animals to ever roam earth, so obviously these models aren’t to scale…” He found himself rambling on again, interrupted by her sudden giggling. “What?” He asked, suddenly growing self conscious. This is what he feared, coming off as too annoying, talking too much, but then she leaned up on her tiptoes and gave him a deep kiss on the lips, the anxiety of that melted away, and a whole new fear creeped up on him. Although the dinosaur exhibit was clear, most of the museums visitors flocked in the main attraction for the day, he still could help but flush at the fear of being caught. “You think I’m cute when I talk?” She muttered through the kiss, “God, you’re the cutest thing ever. I could listen to you talk about dead lizards all day if you let me.”“Why’d you cut me off, then?”“‘Cause I wanted to tell you that you looked like the Brachiosaurus up there.” Kei snorted, eyeing the model quickly before looking back at her. “Really now? Is that what this is all about?”She nodded, then pointed at the small, prehistoric bird that was propped beside its leg.“And that’s me, clinging to you like the small, desperate animal I am.” “Oh, that’s a Merriam’s Teratorn. Its pretty much the prehistoric equivalent to your modern day vulture. They were pretty badass, so relating to one isn’t that big of a tragedy.”“Oh my god, is there anything you don’t know, you nerd?” She said fondly, still propped up on her tiptoes as she ran her hands through his hair. He only smirked in reply, looking around the room for people before quickly pecking her lips. “You should give me twenty two more of those.” She hummed.“Why?” “For the Ides of March.”“Please.” He rolled his eyes, letting her slip down from his arms suddenly. “You’re treating this like it’s an actual holiday.”“You treated the announcement of “Jurassic World Two” like a holiday, so let me live.” She shrugged. Kei shrugged, muttering a quick, ‘fair point’, before grabbing her hand and pulling her along again. “You know I love you, right?” He said suddenly, in the middle of admiring a Dilophosaurus pelvis, the most unromantic setting for him to say such a thing. “Really, I didn’t know that.” She said with sarcasm.“Oh, quit it. I’m trying to be cute here.”“While looking at the reproductive tract of a dead lizard?” Kei huffed, looking down at her from the corner of his eye. “Yeah.”“I’ll take it. I’d rather it be that than Julius’ stab wounds.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu!! matchups #haikyuu!! scenarios #tsukishima kei

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