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jobean12-blog · 1 year ago

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Temptations

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader

Word Count: 1,854

Summary: Javi's always busy with work and despite his warnings you can't stay away...you miss him too much.

Author's Note: This is for my Kinktober and one of my favorite kinks- choking...the focus is mostly on the absolute sexiness of this man and his hands in general because clearly I can't stop myself! This is also my first time writing for Javi and I want to thank my sweet love @flordeamatista ❤️❤️for checking it over and making sure I stayed true to the character. Thank you all so much for reading, much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics Thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: sassy and flirty reader, Javi is a bit d-om-ish and pos-sess-iv-e, o-ra-l, f-in-g-er-in-g, ma-s-tu-r-ba-tio-n, softness too, a c-u-rs-e or three, light c-ho-k-in-g, c-o-c-k w-ar-m-in-g

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“Javi.”

He looks up from his drink, continuing to twirl the small glass between his fingers.

“Someone here to see you,” Steve says, giving nothing away.

“Who?” Javi asks, his eyes narrowing.

Steve just raises his eyebrows and cocks his head before walking off, leaving Javi’s office door open.

Javi mutters a curse under his breath before he lifts the drink to his lips and finishes it in one quick sip. He almost chokes on it a second later when you push the door open and saunter in.

“Surprised to see me?” you ask demurely as you slowly shut the door and lock it.

“Angel,” he growls out in warning. “What are you doing here?”

You feign a pout and toy with the tie of your jacket. “Aren’t you happy?”

He abruptly stands from his desk, his chair flying backward and banging into the wall.

You barely have time to react before he’s standing over you, one long finger pointed in your face and his eyes dark.

“I thought I told you not to come here.”

You stand your ground, raising your chin ever so slightly and meeting his gaze. “I haven’t seen you all week.”

You meant it to come out more powerfully, a strong statement, but instead it’s whiny and petulant.

“It’s not safe,” Javi says as he steps closer. “You know what I’m dealing with.”

You reach up to grab the ends of his loose tie, teasingly pulling on the fabric to bring him even closer.

“I made sure no one saw me,” you explain. “Even parked the car far away.”

He stares at you, unmoving, and you close the distance between you, pressing your body to his.

“What do you want?” he asks, placing his hands on his hips even as they twitch to touch you.

“You.”

“Angel.”

You hold his stare in challenge but he doesn’t relent and steps back to put some distance between you.

“Fine,” you huff. “I’ll leave.”

You turn on your heel and start for the door but before you grab the doorknob he has you in his arms, pressed back to the door with his knee between your legs.

A smile starts to curl your lips and he takes your chin between his fingers.

“You never listen, do you.”

It’s not a question, just a simple statement of the truth and your smile grows.

“And you work too hard,” you state, batting your lashes.

The corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk as he dips his head, brushing his nose along your throat.

“Since you’re here…” he murmurs.

He drags himself away, leaving you panting against the door.

“Take your coat off. Get comfortable.”

With that he turns toward his desk and falls back into the chair.

You stay plastered to the door, carefully sliding the ties of your coat between your fingers.

“Javi,” you sing. “I didn’t come here to watch you work.”

He looks up just as you pull the ties free, the sides of the coat falling open to reveal your mostly bare skin.

“Fuck,” he growls, letting his eyes sweep over you. “You’ve been walking around the office like that this whole time?”

You wave a dismissive hand and shrug the jacket from your shoulders, casually throwing it over the file cabinet.

“Fuck,” he repeats as he gets an unobstructed view of your lingerie set.

“You said that already,” you tease, not moving from the door.

With a wide spread of his legs he leans back in the chair and crooks his finger at you.

Each step you take is slow and calculated, the sway of your hips enticing in every way. You can already see the tightness in his pants and when you reach him and sit on the edge of the desk, you let your eyes drop between his legs.

The pen in his hand creaks under the pressure of his grip as you wait, dragging your gaze up his chest to meet his eyes.

He leans forward, invading your space and reaches up to trace his fingers over the fluttering pulse in your neck. You tilt your head, granting him better access and he smooths his fingers lower, tracing your collarbone.

Goosebumps rise against his touch and you let out a soft sigh.

His hands slide lower, along the swell of your breasts, then he grabs your legs, forcing them to spread open, knees laid back against the edge of his desk.

“Don’t you dare fucking move,” he says as he stands, slowly sliding his loose tie from his neck.

Your breath hitches but you remain still.

With careful movements he takes each of your wrists in his hand and pulls your arms behind your back, settling your hands just above your ass. You feel him wrap his tie around your wrists and secure it tightly.

When he meets your eyes again he raises a questioning brow. You know he’s checking to make sure you’re comfortable but you can’t resist sassing him anyway.

“Sure you don’t want to use your cuffs?”

He sits back onto the chair with a muttered curse then leans in, inhaling against the skin of your thigh before nuzzling his nose along the silk between your legs.

“This pretty pussy of yours is all I want…to eat, to fuck, to own.”

You moan out his name and your hips roll.

“And when I tell you to do something…,” he whispers, knowing you’re desperate for his mouth, “I expect you to listen.”

He runs his thumb over the flimsy fabric, relishing in the slickness as your panties grow wetter.

“Javi,” you whine. “Stop teasing.”

“You think I should give you what you want?” he asks, his soft kisses along your inner thighs making them shake.

“You just said my pussy is all you want…”

Your cheekiness makes his eyes flash with intense heat and he rips your panties down your legs, leaving them hanging off one heeled foot. He kisses his way back up your leg, nibbling your thigh and drawing a groan of impatience from your throat.

His hot breath blows over your pussy and you rock your hips in a desperate attempt for more.

He teases you still, his feather light kisses just out of reach.

“Please,” you cry out, even as your expression is one of pained frustration.

“Say it again,” he murmurs.

“Please Javi,” you moan.

His tongue licks a long line through your folds and he immediately closes his lips around your clit, fluttering his tongue over and over.

“Yes Javi, just like that,” you say with a breathy exhale.

He savors all he can before sliding two fingers inside you and watching as you take them, the evidence of how much you love it glistening on his skin.

“So perfect Angel.”

You beg for more and he slides his free hand up to cup the base of your neck, putting enough pressure to let you know you’re his in every way. Your eyes squeeze shut and you choke out his name.

As his tongue works over your clit and he applies just the right amount of pressure to your throat, your walls start to swell and clench around his fingers.

He pulls away and presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing gently until you open your eyes to look at him.

“Tell me Angel. Who do you belong to? Tell me as you come all over my fingers.”

You whisper, your voice nearly raw from your pleading cries. “You…I belong to you Javi.”

He presses his lips to your clit once more and your back arches hard, your breath catching as shudders take over your muscles and your pussy tightens around his fingers.

With softening strokes and lazy kisses he draws out your pleasure and tenderly squeezes your throat.

“Then you better not forget it.”

Stay just like that,” he commands as he withdraws his fingers and stands.

He starts to unbuckle his belt, the leather hanging open as he begins to work on his pants. When his cock is free he swipes his fingers through your soaked pussy, gathering your orgasm and rubbing the sticky slickness along his length.

His free hand finds your throat again and he holds you in place, forced to watch and nothing more.

You struggle against the binds on your wrists, needing to be free as your eyes track his every move.

“Javi. Please. Let me touch you.”

His large hand moves up and down his cock in smooth strokes, pumping hard and fast, the tip bumping your clit and edging you toward overstimulation. Every time you flinch from the touch his smirk grows and his grip on your neck tightens.

“No touching. Not yet,” he rasps.

His thighs shake, tight with impending release. “I’m going to mark you Angel.”

“That’s so hot,” you whimper. “Come on me Javi.”

Your teeth are digging so hard into your bottom lip it’s painful and with three more strokes he grunts, his cum splashing across your pussy and lower stomach.

Spent, he releases your neck as he folds over you, kissing your lips and freeing your wrists. He looks between your bodies, taking in the sight of you covered in his release.

“Fuck Angel, you look perfect.”

Keeping your eyes on him, you dip your finger into the puddle then lift it to your lips, sliding it into your mouth and moaning at the flavor. His cock spasms at the sight before he meets your gaze, his expression sated but still full of burning heat.

Taking some tissues he quickly cleans you up before he sits back in his chair and pats his thigh. You slide off the desk into his arms.

“Aren’t you happy I came to visit?” you whisper into his neck.

He gives you a satisfied hum and wraps you up, gently running his fingers along your throat before his lips find yours again. His kiss is delicate and slow and your hands brush along his chest until you find the open collar of his shirt, dipping your fingers inside to touch his warm skin.

Your hands move higher, over his shoulders to caress his neck and face and you brush the hair from his sweaty forehead before scraping your fingers over his scalp. He murmurs your name, kissing you harder when you shift in his lap and straddle his waist.

“Angel,” he growls as he starts to harden beneath you. “Are you planning on distracting me from work for the rest of the day?”

You smile against his mouth with a roll of your hips, placing soft kisses along his jaw and down his neck, teasing any inch of his skin you can find.

And without an answer you reach between your bodies and take him in your hand, guiding him slowly inside you.

“FUCK,” he hisses, pulsing and throbbing and stretching you out so good.

His fingers dig into your skin before his hands wander over your body, caressing every curve.

“I won’t stop you from working Javi,” you hum as you get comfortable and lay your head along his shoulder, kissing just below his ear. “Go right ahead.”

@hiddles-rose @blackwidownat2814 @littleseasiren @lorilane33 @pedritosdarling

#javier peña #javier pena x reader #Javier peña x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x y/n #javier pena #javier pena narcos #javier pena imagine #javier pena x female reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #narcos

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sokkastyles · 8 months ago

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This is something I've turning around in my mind due to the general discourse around Katara "hating" Zuko, and obviously she doesn't hate him at all after TSR, but do you think she truly even /hated/ him after Ba Sing Se? She was absolutely within her right to be hurt and angry about his choice, and I'm glad the show actually let her hold onto that for awhile b/c so often K has to be the bigger person and manage everyone else's emotions, but being hurt and angry at someone, even lashing out at them b/c of that, isn't the same thing as hating them imo. Like tbh their entire vibe to me from the moment Zuko turns up at the Western Air Temple until TSR is exes after a bad breakup but there's still unresolved feelings there, which was certainly an interesting writing choice for them to go with (only made more so by the textbook romance writing grovelling in TSR.)

Yeah, she isn't mad at him because she hates him, she's mad at him because she cares about him, because she wanted to care about him, and because she thought he cared about her. Even when she tells the gaang that Zuko was "pretending to be a human being" in the catacombs, it gives the impression that she is trying to convince herself that what she's saying is true, that the moment they shared and the vulnerability Zuko showed in that moment wasn't real.

The other thing that gives the lie to the idea that Katara hates Zuko or just sees him as an enemy is that when she confronts him when they are alone, and threatens him, she doesn't react to him like she thinks he's lying about wanting to do the right thing, she confronts him about how "you and I both know you've struggled with doing the right thing in the past." In front of everyone else, she makes it seem like she thinks Zuko is just evil, but when she's alone with him, she makes it clear that she knows he isn't, and that this is really about how she can't trust him, how he broke her trust. It's personal, not just about him being fire nation.

And the fact that she waited to tell him this in private, while denying her feelings in public, is absolutely romantic coded. I've also pointed out before that the framing of the confrontation mirrors the final scene between Zuko and Mai (or rather, that the Zuko and Mai scene, which is explicitly romantically coded, mirrors this one), Katara standing in the doorway to interrupt Zuko's triumphant moment with a reminder that his past isn't so easily moved past, and a reminder of who he's hurt. It absolutely gives vibes of an ex who you still have feelings for.

Which is why it's hilarious that Bryke made that comment about zutara being a relationship you experience before realizing what you really need (with the implication that Katara really needs Aang and Zuko really needs Mai), because what it actually feels like is two people who were immediately drawn to each other, ended up hurting each other, broke it off, but then still had feelings for each other and ended the series closer than they were before. If Bryke really wanted us to think zutara were not good for each other, then there could have been a moment where, when Zuko and Katara get their closure with each other, there's also the G-rated equivalent of "let's just be friends." Maybe have Katara say something like, "I forgive you, but I can't make the choice you want me to make." This is also in an alternate universe where Zuko more explicitly encourages Katara to kill Yon Rah. But none of that happens. The episode does not tell us that Zuko is not good for Katara or vice versa. It has Katara end the episode by explicitly disagreeing with Aang and enthusiastically embracing Zuko without any hesitation at all.

That hug is so meaningful because it's the release of tension that the narrative has been building up since that moment in the catacombs. It's not that Katara hated Zuko but now cares about him, it's that she wanted to care about him way back in the catacombs and now she's able to express that without being afraid that he'll break her trust.

#zutara #zuko #katara #the western air temple

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y-rhywbeth2 · 3 months ago

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'...Abdel Adrian was sired after the Time of Troubles. - Ed Greenwood

Perhaps this is a typo or a disagreement over how realmslore should go, but I don't care to find clarification - after my initial W H A T reaction I've decided to take it and run with it as usual because boy does that conveniently fit my realms for Adrian to be A Bhaalspawn with connections to Baldur's Gate but not THE Bhaalspawn. The books are the 'live action Atla' of the series, there are no novels in Ba Sing Se; and I'm pretty sure they've been officially retconned since as well.

(Gorion: *Comes home with another Bhaalspawn.*

Solath, cain instinct activated and already on her last nerve from the first annoying sibling he imposed on her that she didn't want: P u t. I t. B a c k.)

Time of Troubles: 1358 DR During which Bhaal died. Not necessarily a deal breaker, because gods can put pregnancies on timers allowing children to be born years after conception (there could be gnomes, elves and dwaves out there who will become 'miraculously' pregnant with Bhaalspawn a century after their encounter with Bhaal...) Although the use of the word 'sired' rather than 'born' implies that Bhaal retained the ability to knock people up despite being a vestige (unless there were Bhaalspawn conceived really early, enough to be adults after their father's death, and Adrian's actually of Orin's generation rather than a direct Child of Bhaal)). Or did somebody fuck the Winding Waters or something?? (This is not helping with my migraine over how Durge was conceived.)

Bhaalspawn Crisis (BG1+2): begins in 1368 DR And the game specifically states the kids were sired during/before the ToT. (While games can conflict with realmslore, the games actually established it in this case, so I'm inclined to give the games first say.)

I already amused myself with the mental image, pointing out that all the Bhaalspawn in the games should be like 10 if they were conceived during the actual event but this is silly.

#First Durge now This.#MAKE SENSE IN YOUR FAMILY PLANNING BHAAL #babbling #/charname #edgelord hours #the idiot three

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kaileeandag · 1 year ago

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Songs That Isabel May Like

-Wannabe (Spice Girls) -Spice Up Your Life (Spice Girls) -Where My Girls At? (702) -Never Had a Dream Come True (S Club 7) -Graduation (Vitamin C) -Gotta Tell You (Samantha Mumba) -You Make Me Wanna (Usher) -Friend of Mine (Kelly Price) -We've Got it Goin' On (Backstreet Boys) -Sittin' Up In My Room (Brandy Norwood) -Livin' La Vida Loca (Ricky Martin) -She's All I Ever Had (Ricky Martin) -She Bangs (Ricky Martin) -All My Life (K-Ci and Jojo) -If You Had My Love (Jennifer Lopez) -Come On Over (Christina Aguilera) -This Is Your Night (Amber) -Be My Lover (La Bouche) -Sweet Dreams (La Bouche) -Coco Jamboo (Mr. President) -Barbie Girl (Aqua) -Another Sad Love Song (Toni Braxton) -Are You That Somebody? (Aaliyah) -Try Again (Aaliyah) -Aaron's Party (Come and Get It) (Aaron Carter) -There You Go (Pink) -You Make Me Sick (Pink) -The Boy is Mine (Brandy Norwood and Monica) -He Loves U Not (Dream) -Kiss Me (Sixpence None The Richer) -Smooth (Santana featuring Rob Thomas)

-Better Off Alone (Alice Deejay) -Killing Me Softly With His Song (The Fugees) -Give Me Just One Night (Una Noche) (98 Degrees) -I Want You Back (N*Sync) -Bye Bye Bye (N*Sync) -Creep (TLC) -Everyday Is A Winding Road (Sheryl Crow) -A Change Would Do You Good (Sheryl Crow) -My Favorite Mistake (Sheryl Crow) -Every Time I Close My Eyes (Babyface) -It Feels So Good (Sonique) -Barely Breathing (Duncan Sheik) -No More (Baby I'Ma Do Right) (3LW) -I Need To Know (Marc Anthony) -She Sang To Me (Marc Anthony) -Fantasy (Mariah Carey) -Bring It All To Me (Blaque) -Beautiful Stranger (Madonna) -Bailamos (Enrique Iglesias) -Rhythm Divine (Enrique Iglesias) -Canned Heat (Jamiroquai) -Blue (Da Ba Dee) (Eiffel 65) -Down So Long (Jewel) -I Do (Cherish You) (98 Degrees) -Faded (Soul Decision) -Unpretty (TLC) -No Scrubs (TLC)

#american girl #american girl dolls #american girl doll #isabel hoffman #hoffman twins

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funny-fella-fantrolls · 1 year ago

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🗣 - Vex + Ofu

A knock can be heard at the door of Vextri's room, a familiar pattern telling him exactly who's there. He speaks, beckoning his friend in.

"C[]me []n ][n, []fu."

The door swings open gently, Ofuuno entering the room. He sees the bronzeblood hunched over his workbench, working on one of his guns. His eyes have dark bags under them, and the bronze patch on his face combined with the small wet patch on the bench suggests he may have slept there, but not long enough.

"Vex, you need to eat."

Ofuuno's tone is gentle, and filled with concern, a stark contrast to the stubborn, flat tone he receives in return.

"N[]. ][ need t[] f][n][sh th][s."

As the limeblood hears this, his tone shifts, sounding angry, but the concern is still audible despite that.

"You've been working on that for hours. {ome and eat, or I swear I'm going to drag your tired ass down those stairs and for{efeed you like a wriggler."

"]['ll eat when ]['m d[]ne. ][ a][n't st[]pp][n' 't][l ][ get th][s w[]rk][n'."

Ofuuno, hearing how stubborn his friend is being, starts getting genuinely upset with his friend.

"You said that three hours ago, and you still aren't fu{king done! Your little pet proje{t {an wait!"

"N[] ][t can't! G[]g, []fu, y[]u just d[]n't fuck][n' get ][t, d[] y[]u? ][ have t[] get th][s d[]ne!"

"No, Vextri, you're the one who doesn't fu{king get it! I know you think this is important, but your health {omes first!"

It begins to feel as if the temperature in the room is increasing as the two argue.

"[]fu, y[]u kn[]w why ][ have t[] d[] th][s! ][ need t[] be ready!"

Ofuuno takes a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"Gog, Vex, just shut the fu{k up and listen to me! When are you going to get it through your head that this won't bring her ba{k!"

Vextri boils over at this, Ofu having crossed a line they have never breached before.

"D[]n't y[]u fuck][n' dare br][ng her ][nt[] th][s!"

"Look, Vex, I don't want to, but you won't listen otherwise. Look me in the eyes and tell me. What would she think if she saw you like this?"

"][ have to d[] th][s! ][ wasn't ready bef[]re, and ][ l[]st the m[]st ][mp[]rtant pers[]n ][n my wh[]le l][fe because []f ][t!"

"We've been over this, Vex. You {ouldn't have done anything. So just fu{king {ome with me already."

"N[]! Y[]u d[]n't kn[]w h[]w ][t feels t[] stand by wh][le s[]me[]ne y[]u l[]ve ][s taken fr[]m y[]u! Y[]u've never had t[] s][t and watch s[]me[]ne y[]u care ab[]ut hurt][n' r][ght ][n fr[]nt []f y[]u! ][ can't l[]se any[]ne else ][ care ab[]ut, and th][s ][s the []nly way t[] make sure ][ d[]n't!"

Ofu begins to get angry again, raising his voice at his friend-slash-hivemate.

"I don't want to lose anyone I {are about either, Vex! Why do you think I'm so fu{king adamant about you {oming to eat? You're hurting yourself, and I've just been stu{k waiting for you to finish this fu{king proje{t! Do you think that feels good for me, Vex? Wat{hing my best friend slowly kill himself to try and save someone sweeps too late? How do you think that makes me feel?"

Vextri calms down slightly, Ofuuno's words reaching him.

"]['m s[]rry, []fu, ][ d][dn't th][nk-"

Ofu cuts him off, his emotions getting too much for him in this moment.

"No, you didn't! You were too busy wallowing in self-pity to think about anyone! I know you still feel bad, I know you still haven't fully moved on, but that doesn't give you an ex{use to ignore your own health, to hurt people around you by making them wat{h your fu{king {rusade of self-destru{tion!"

"[]fu, l][sten-"

"No, Vex, you fu{king listen! I don't want to sit here and wat{h as you waste away {hasing ghosts! You {an do your little proje{ts, but don't put them before your own gog-damn health! We've both lost people, and sure my situation was different, but I still know how it feels! So don't you dare tell me I don't know how it feels to lose someone I love, be{ause it feels like that's happening right now!"

Ofu suddenly realises what he said, and his eyes go wide, covering his mouth with his hands.

"Wa][t, []fu, y[]u-"

The limeblood doesn't stick around to hear what Vextri says next, bolting out of the room and locking himself in his own room.

A few minutes later, Vextri goes downstairs and makes himself a sandwich, before heading back upstairs to keep working.

#oh boy thank you for asking for these two #>: D #vextri rp #ofuuno rp

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swynlake-rp · 2 months ago

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OTMS

MUN: K AND S! Both K and S stepped up in a major way for Capture the Flag during the AU, and their teammates noticed! Whether it was team strategy or causing some Agent of Eris chaos, members shouted these two out for bringing their A game to the AU. Honorable Mention: B! Of course, our members also had to give Ba shoutout for all her amazing assistance during the AU as well. 20-page-lore-doc? Yeah, all in a day’s work for B! CHARACTER: AURORA! Anavigated a difficult month for Aurora, and began exploring some of the after-effects of her cursebreaking. And she’s working on opening a business! We can’t wait to see what Aurora does next. Honorable Mention: Stella & Banzai Props to C and G for jumping right into the AU fun with brand-new characters with an epic Greek tragedy! Euripedes is quaking! THREAD: ONCE IN A SUPER BLUE MOON & IT’S TIME TO GO! Both of these threads got shoutouts for their thrilling plots, high emotions, and moments of tenderness, too. We’re on the edge of our seats to see what happens next! TASK: WHAT’S IN MARIE’S BAG! B went above and beyond for this one, even making gifs to go alongside it! And we loved learning more about this absolute icon. Luckily she has purse <3 Honorable Mention: Everyone’s AU bios! We always love to see the creativity when it’s AU time, and this month was no different. Nice work to everyone who participated!

BOARD UPDATES

PASSED! LITTERING PETITION

PETITION: AURORA’S APOTHECARY

ELECTION SEASON!

Election Applications due Sept. 30!!!

Also! During election seasons, petitions are ON HOLD (Starting October 1st)

TASKS

DO YOU REMEMBER? PLAYLIST: Do you remember dancing in September? Make a playlist that brings your character back to a significant night or moment– the 21st night of September or another important date along with a graphic. Include a short (or long) blurb about each song. AUTUMN PAIRED THREAD: The seasons are changing, pick a fun fall activity and do a thread with a character played by your assigned partner. Some ideas to get you started: back to school! The carnival!

EVENTS

SEPT 4-11: FRESHERS WEEK: Kick off the start of the university fall semester with an epic rager hosted by none other than Ed and Phineas!!!!!! Canonically on Sept. 7

SEPT 8-15: FALL CARNIVAL: It’s the 69th Annual Swynlake Fall Carnival! Rides and games and treats, galore! Happening on Discord – but also we encourage dashboard shenanigans. Canonically runs through the same dates.

SEPT 11-18: HAUNTLEY INN REOPENING: The Hauntley Manor Inn is throwing a�� cocktail party in honor of being reopen for business-- and for Friday the 13th! Canonically on Sept. 13.

SEPT 18-25: MIGHTY WEDDING: Martin Ambrosius and Renard Dubhuir are getting married! There will be a private ceremony at dusk on September 22nd with a late reception lasting throughout the night open to the public at Town Hall.

BIRTHDAYS

Characters:

Gregory Eeyore – September 1

Dian Morey – September 3

Vishaka Chakraborty – September 8

Atta Flutterwing – September 9

Lucian "Lucky" Doyle – September 12

Li Shang – September 12

Remy Gusteau – September 12

Phoebe "Pepper" Doyle – September 12

Anastasia Tremaine – September 13

Kiig'nc 'King' La'ornh – September 14

Krish "Copper" Russell – September 18

Hugo “Chief” Slade – September 18

Babette Durand – September 20

Su Qin – September 20

Mazhar Morey – September 21

Alana Triton – September 23

Willis Tibbs – September 29

#swynnewsletter

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benefits1986 · 5 months ago

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4:50 am 210624

Grinding earlier than usual is a trigger and a glimmer, too.

Here's how Summer Solstice 2024 panned out: -Random invite sa staycation ng mga travel buddies na medyo malapit sa South and accessible sa pake ko -Checked traffic; walang traffic, so sige; nadarang sa swimming at dadalan after walang kibuan since March -Daldalan session with my OG travel buddies; ended at 2 AM -Random hotpot cravings which led to Haidilao; napaka layo sa Mala Hotpot sa Taiwan na ice cream pa lang, boogsh na with lamb meat pa 'yan -Slept at 5AM; hamunang busog lusog; Jezzazzz take the wheel -Woke up at around 730 AM; thinking if swimming is the best way to start the day and sauna; but masarap magpakawala ng mga ganaps, so nanalo ang pakawala ng mga ganaps -Went home by 12 noon -Nawala or naiwan ang susi (again and again and again) -Nastress pero syempre, arangkada ang Plan B -Nakita ang susi sa padlock sa gate na naiwan ng tatay kong pakitong-kitong (first time 'to; akala ko talaga may early onset dementia na siya) -Parked ang Plan B -Narealize na it's mother dragon's 12th birthday in heaven and nafeel na naman ang presence niya like boogsh-boogsh (in her voice: Uwi kasi ng maaga. Me: Maaga nga ako umuwi. Her: Umaga ka umuuwi. Me: O 'di ba? Ang aga. Hahahaha.) -Nastress tatay kong naiwan niya susi kasi nga 'di naman niya naiiwan 'yun. Tapos, natakot na naman sa nanay ko. -Ended the umaatikabong at aktibong-aktibong Friday at 630 PM -Ate dinner with D1: tilapia, tuyo in a bottle na spicy and tangy, tortang talong (kinda toasted) maraming kanin (topped with spicy garlic bits) and yes, naka two milk tea tayo with 25% sugar levels, no ice (ako na naglagay ng ice para sulit) -Break time = kulitang sapilitan kay McQueen pamangkin na aburido ng todo c/o my brother na parang gusto na i-spoil ko anak niya (LUL) -Tiny project proposal to a good friend na need ng gabay sa kaitaasan dito sa kalupaan -Booked a ticket na tingin ko matatawid at hindi na marerebook to a place na malapit lang pero dahil sa andun 'yung gusto kong panoorin kahit ayaw ko pumunta doon, push (Clue: Best seat in the house for me bilang childhood core memory ko ito nung 1999.) -9PM bagsak na ang tita dahil age is ageing

So, ayun na nga. Andito na tayo sa H2 2024. All the past 11 years were really spiral szns. As in. But this time around, nung tinanong ako bakit naka-two milk tea ako today, sinabi ko ang munting kwento ng mom ko earlier that day. Hindi na ako nasa shit 'wag n'yo ko pry open szn, finally. HIHIHIHI. But wait, there's more, June 25 will be a free day, this year, too. OPAK. Walang palag. LOL. Truelagen talaga na you connect the dots backward. Anyway, today is another day and let's grind earlier than usual ulit. Mother Dragon, you are always missed. Thank you for your bulong and pakawala na tumatawid ng lifetime. Hahaha. Sabi mo nga noon, kaya ko na. I guess, after 12 years, eto na talaga 'yun. Walang halong kemikal pa.

Sorry kasi mga 12 noon ko na narealize na June 21 nga pala kahapon. LOL. First time in 12 years na 'yung trigger naging glimmering, splendid na yata kahit munti. Kaya pala sabi ko bago ako matulog after the hotpot session na delulu na naman: Bakit may pitik ako today? Bakitttt? Ano na naman 'to? Tatay ko: Akala ko naman kaya ka na naman umalis e para tumakas. The past years (except 2023), lagi kang nasa labas, nasa malayo. Hindi na pala ganun ha. Iba ka na talaga. Me: WTH. K. Fine. Tnx. Bye.

Thank you for not giving up on me. And yes, nakita ko na naman sa isang sulok 'yung birthday letter mo sa akin. So weird talaga like you, me, and us. Maaga akong nagising today dahil yata sa dami ng food intake ko kahapon. Balik sabak na ulit sa ngalan ng clavicle ganapans sa December. You are not loved, mom. You are more than that. I love to hate you. I hate to love you more and more even when I can't hug or irk you IRL. I know you're not giving up on me kahit ako, ayoko na. I'm not promising anything, pero maiba naman, tara, g?

PS: It just hit me hard na naman. Usual gising ng nanay kong magaling, 4 to 5 am. Actually, madalas around 4:30 AM siya nabangon kasi may daily prayers pa siya bago mag-grind. LERKKKZZZZ.

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acrossthestage · 9 months ago

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One K Concert in Manila

Date: March 2, 2017 | Venue: Mall of Asia Arena

I'm logging this 7 years after the actual show and I think there's no better way to archive this show than copy pasting my facebook post about it, so...

Posted on April 2, 2017:

One month ago, I had the best night of my life.

It wasn't as perfect as it seems, for there were two downsides: One, B.A.P OT6 didn't happen. Two, I lost my first lightstick (though unofficial). It was the LS I used during my first concert last September, so I felt bad when I wasn't able to get it back. But regardless of these two things, it was a night worth remembering. A night worth sharing. And a night worth more than P1,590 😜😂

💚 B.A.P 💚 It's been a month since the night I saw Himchan's red hair 😜😂 And Jongup's No Mercy dancebreak! (Di ko siya napanood nung Show Champion bcs I lost my focus, fanchant lang ako ng fanchant non e 😂🔫). I promised myself that I will stay calm, but the moment the letters "B.A.P" flashed on the screen, I lost it. ㅋㅋㅋ Who knows how to calm down, anyway? 😂 It was my second time seeing B.A.P, but my blood rushed through my veins like it was the first. 😌 I think I was the only stan of B.A.P in rows B, C, and D. I heard things like, "B1A4 ba yan?" and "Sila talaga yung group na may kwenta yung mga music video" when the mv of Skydive was playing 😂😭💞 I tried so hard not to sing Skydive. Tfw you're chanting "SKYDIVE!" and then you want to continue Zelo's part but you're like, "nope, don't ruin the chant please" 😂 AHHHH I REALLY WANTED TO SING THE WHOLE SONG!!! 😭💓 Kaya lang naawa na ko sa mga katabi ko hehe 😂

💚 B1A4 💚 Baby goodnighttt, jaljayo goodnighttt, dancing dancing dancing in the moonlightttt 🎶💖 Thank you, B1A4, for singing one of my favorite songs 😭 It was one of the songs I loved when I was still new in kpop. And hearing it LIVE made me go back to year 2013. 💓 CNU was my bias, but Baro!!!!! And Gongchan 👀👀 LOL WHAT IS A BIAS LIST AGAIN??? 😂 Hello guys, Baro biased here. Hahahahaha.

✨ AOA ✨ Honestly, I'm not into girl groups and I don't know much of AOA's songs. But the thing I enjoyed the most? THEIR AEGYOS. 😭😭😭 Huhuhu they're too cute ㅜㅜ Though I don't know them as much as I know other girl groups, I still enjoyed their performances (definitely more than I did during Show Champion). 💕

💙 CNBLUE 💙 One month ago, Kang Minhyuk got his throne back. I barely got a glimpse of him, but seeing him playing drums was one of the highlights 😂 It was when I realized that buying seats on the right or left sides of the venue aren't much of a disadvantage when you're a fan of CNBLUE, let alone a Minhyuk stan. If I ever watch CNBLUE's solo concert, I'd definitely get a seat on the right. 😜😌💖 Also, I thought I'm going to swerve lanes because of Yonghwa... 😂 Lol. I had too much of his flying kisses, please give him a chill pill 😂😂

💚 SHINEE 💚 As expected from these legends!!! The whole arena went crazy when they were introduced. They opened their stage with View, and I was sure as hell I know that song but I couldn't think of the title, I was like, "HALA OMG IPE-PERFORM NILA 'TO? 😭 TEKA ANO NGANG TITLE NITO 😭😭 ALAM KO TALAGA 'TO E NASA CP KO 'TO 😭😭😭" and then the lyrics said "view" so that's when I remembered the title ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Again, my bias list was wrecked 😂 Bes, I saw Taeman!!! Este, TAEMIN pala. Hahahahahaha! Grabe, SHINee left me in awe, but Taemin's dancing blew me away. 😂😭

👑 PSY 👑 People know him too well. It doesn't matter if you're into Kpop or not, the moment you hear the name "Psy", you immediately think of his hit songs Gangnam Style, Gentleman, and etc. Because of this, some Kpop fans became less appreciative of him. There are kpop fans who think, "he's too mainstream", "pag kpop psy agad sus", "siya lang naman kilala ng mga jeje fans", blahblah. One month ago, Psy changed my impression of him. I thought I wouldn't dance to Gangnam Style because I'm already sick of it, but... lol. 😂 HIS PERFORMANCES WERE 💯💯🔥🔥 Super enjoooooy! 😭 I didn't want it to end huhu. Also, he's such a nice person. 💖 I just feel like I need to emphasize HOW HUMBLE HE IS. He introduced Gangnam Style with the words, "the reason why I'm here and why all of you know me" (something like that 😭💓). He was tired and sweaty but he smiled at everyone ㅜㅜ Basta, he's a great artist. He's not just someone who sings catchy songs. I realized na mabait pala talaga siya ;;;A;;; huhu much love.

💙 BTOB 💙 Last, but definitely not the least! My 7 dorks, BTOB 💕💯 They are soooooo amazing!!! Still can't believe I had the chance to watch them live ㅠㅠㅠㅠ They really deserve to be loved by fans. Sobra sobra sobrang galing nila 😭 Not only their outstanding vocals, but also how they managed to make the fans sing with them. Let's admit, BTOB is underrated. But that night, everyone loved them. Everyone was screaming (especially for Sungjae haha) and everyone was having fun 🔥 I really enjoyed their stage. As in all of their songs! I hoped for Thriller and Insane, but at least I got Beep Beep and Wow 💞 I can't explain how much I enjoyed jamming to BTOB. Sobrang lit! I literally thought to myself "grabe ang saya" while I was screaming for them 😂😂 And their performance of I'll Be Your Man? Oh man, don't get me started. 😂 DEM VOCALS DEM RAP DEM EMOTIONS AHHHHHHHH MY EARS ARE BLESSED MY SOUL IS BLESSED EARTH IS SAVED. 😭😭💖 Surprisingly though, my bias didn't change 😂 Ilhoon has been my bias for 3 years and no one's replacing him lol. But Changsub!!! He stole Minhyuk's throne ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Sabi ko, ayokong mag VIP kasi hindi naman solo concert ng B.A.P yun. But if I had known that those groups would make me THIS happy, I would have bought the whole concert for myself 💁 cheret hahahahaha.

Ranking:

B.A.P

BTOB

CNBLUE

PSY

SHINEE

B1A4

AOA

It was one of a kind. I would kill just to experience that night again 😂😭 Pero please naman, I want to attend CNBLUE and BTOB solo concert when I grow older 🙏😂 I need 2 hours for each of them. Bitin yung tatlong kanta lang e ㅋㅋ

Disclaimer from 2024 Steph: We do not claim Himchan and Jonghyun anymore!

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seniorperfromancebcst · 2 years ago

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March 24, 2023 – Senior Performance

400 – sw/k/dr/sw

2x50 – C/boom drill @1:10

- Find connection

- 1 arm down, the other arm back

2x75 – FR – @1:10

- breathe every 3

2x100 – FR - @ 1:40

- 50 – k on bk

- 50 – sw build to MAX

*uw bouy + fins set at 12.5m

* ALL uw AFAP

3x50 - DK on bk hands down @:50

2x50 – T- kick @1:00

1x50 – FR Sw ALL OUT @1:10

8x100 BA FR @1:45

- Hold the FASTEST Time for 8x100’s

- Give estimated average at the end of the set

2x25 – reverse FR @1:00

:30 sec vertical FR SLK

:15 rest

2x25 – Torpedo scull @1:00

:30 sec vertical FR SLK

:45 rest

3 min choice prep

150 recovery to start (if you were the second group)

TEAM ACTIVITY

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miajolensdevotion · 2 years ago

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January 31 2021

Verse: Exodus 20-21 Write/ Copy Gods words :

The Ten Commandments(A) 20 And God spoke(B) all these words:(C) 2 “I am the Lord your God,(D) who brought you out(E) of Egypt,(F) out of the land of slavery.(G) 3 “You shall have no other gods before[a] me.(H) 4 “You shall not make for yourself an image(I) in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below. 5 You shall not bow down to them or worship(J) them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God,(K) punishing the children for the sin of the parents(L) to the third and fourth generation(M) of those who hate me, 6 but showing love to a thousand(N) generations of those who love me and keep my commandments. 7 “You shall not misuse the name of the Lord your God, for the Lord will not hold anyone guiltless who misuses his name.(O) 8 “Remember the Sabbath(P) day by keeping it holy. 9 Six days you shall labor and do all your work,(Q) 10 but the seventh day is a sabbath(R) to the Lord your God. On it you shall not do any work, neither you, nor your son or daughter, nor your male or female servant, nor your animals, nor any foreigner residing in your towns. 11 For in six days the Lord made the heavens and the earth,(S) the sea, and all that is in them, but he rested(T) on the seventh day.(U) Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy. 12 “Honor your father and your mother,(V) so that you may live long(W) in the land(X) the Lord your God is giving you. 13 “You shall not murder.(Y) 14 “You shall not commit adultery.(Z) 15 “You shall not steal.(AA) 16 “You shall not give false testimony(AB) against your neighbor.(AC) 17 “You shall not covet(AD) your neighbor’s house. You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, or his male or female servant, his ox or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.” 18 When the people saw the thunder and lightning and heard the trumpet(AE) and saw the mountain in smoke,(AF) they trembled with fear.(AG) They stayed at a distance 19 and said to Moses, “Speak to us yourself and we will listen. But do not have God speak(AH) to us or we will die.”(AI) 20 Moses said to the people, “Do not be afraid.(AJ) God has come to test(AK) you, so that the fear(AL) of God will be with you to keep you from sinning.”(AM) 21 The people remained at a distance, while Moses approached the thick darkness(AN) where God was. Idols and Altars 22 Then the Lord said to Moses, “Tell the Israelites this: ‘You have seen for yourselves that I have spoken to you from heaven:(AO) 23 Do not make any gods to be alongside me;(AP) do not make for yourselves gods of silver or gods of gold.(AQ) 24 “‘Make an altar(AR) of earth for me and sacrifice on it your burnt offerings(AS) and fellowship offerings, your sheep and goats and your cattle. Wherever I cause my name(AT) to be honored, I will come to you and bless(AU) you. 25 If you make an altar of stones for me, do not build it with dressed stones, for you will defile it if you use a tool(AV) on it. 26 And do not go up to my altar on steps, or your private parts(AW) may be exposed.’ 21 “These are the laws(AX) you are to set before them: Hebrew Servants(AY)(AZ) 2 “If you buy a Hebrew servant,(BA) he is to serve you for six years. But in the seventh year, he shall go free,(BB) without paying anything. 3 If he comes alone, he is to go free alone; but if he has a wife when he comes, she is to go with him. 4 If his master gives him a wife and she bears him sons or daughters, the woman and her children shall belong to her master, and only the man shall go free. 5 “But if the servant declares, ‘I love my master and my wife and children and do not want to go free,’(BC) 6 then his master must take him before the judges.b He shall take him to the door or the doorpost and pierce(BE) his ear with an awl. Then he will be his servant for life.(BF) 7 “If a man sells his daughter as a servant, she is not to go free as male servants do. 8 If she does not please the master who has selected her for himself,[c] he must let her be redeemed. He has no right to sell her to foreigners, because he has broken faith with her. 9 If he selects her for his son, he must grant her the rights of a daughter. 10 If he marries another woman, he must not deprive the first one of her food, clothing and marital rights.(BG) 11 If he does not provide her with these three things, she is to go free, without any payment of money. Personal Injuries 12 “Anyone who strikes a person with a fatal blow is to be put to death.(BH) 13 However, if it is not done intentionally, but God lets it happen, they are to flee to a place(BI) I will designate. 14 But if anyone schemes and kills someone deliberately,(BJ) that person is to be taken from my altar and put to death.(BK) 15 “Anyone who attacks[d] their father or mother is to be put to death. 16 “Anyone who kidnaps someone is to be put to death,(BL) whether the victim has been sold(BM) or is still in the kidnapper’s possession. 17 “Anyone who curses their father or mother is to be put to death.(BN) 18 “If people quarrel and one person hits another with a stone or with their fist[e] and the victim does not die but is confined to bed, 19 the one who struck the blow will not be held liable if the other can get up and walk around outside with a staff; however, the guilty party must pay the injured person for any loss of time and see that the victim is completely healed. 20 “Anyone who beats their male or female slave with a rod must be punished if the slave dies as a direct result, 21 but they are not to be punished if the slave recovers after a day or two, since the slave is their property.(BO) 22 “If people are fighting and hit a pregnant woman and she gives birth prematurely[f] but there is no serious injury, the offender must be fined whatever the woman’s husband demands(BP) and the court allows. 23 But if there is serious injury, you are to take life for life,(BQ) 24 eye for eye, tooth for tooth,(BR) hand for hand, foot for foot, 25 burn for burn, wound for wound, bruise for bruise. 26 “An owner who hits a male or female slave in the eye and destroys it must let the slave go free to compensate for the eye. 27 And an owner who knocks out the tooth of a male or female slave must let the slave go free to compensate for the tooth. 28 “If a bull gores a man or woman to death, the bull is to be stoned to death,(BS) and its meat must not be eaten. But the owner of the bull will not be held responsible. 29 If, however, the bull has had the habit of goring and the owner has been warned but has not kept it penned up(BT) and it kills a man or woman, the bull is to be stoned and its owner also is to be put to death. 30 However, if payment is demanded, the owner may redeem his life by the payment of whatever is demanded.(BU) 31 This law also applies if the bull gores a son or daughter. 32 If the bull gores a male or female slave, the owner must pay thirty shekelsg of silver to the master of the slave, and the bull is to be stoned to death. 33 “If anyone uncovers a pit(BW) or digs one and fails to cover it and an ox or a donkey falls into it, 34 the one who opened the pit must pay the owner for the loss and take the dead animal in exchange. 35 “If anyone’s bull injures someone else’s bull and it dies, the two parties are to sell the live one and divide both the money and the dead animal equally. 36 However, if it was known that the bull had the habit of goring, yet the owner did not keep it penned up,(BX) the owner must pay, animal for animal, and take the dead animal in exchange.

What is your Favorite verse(s):

20 “When a man strikes his slave, male or female, with a rod and the slave dies under his hand, he shall be avenged. 21 But if the slave survives a day or two, he is not to be avenged, for the uslave is his money.

Explain in your own words what you just read.

It is proper to believe that God spoke these words to Israel as a whole, as they assembled together at the foot of Mount Sinai. There, God answered him [Moses] by voice (Exodus 19:19), as Moses stood among the people at the foot of Mount Sinai.

Commitment / what will i do : I will continue to walk with faith

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whyamiagleek · 2 years ago

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klaine (and sam) as texts and post inspired by me and my friends (that are only funny to us)

(+ a blatina one cuz why not)

#it’s lame but gives me joy #ba #kh #k&b #blaine anderson #kurt hummel #glee #klaine #incorrect glee quotes #se #tc-c #sam evans #tina cohen chang

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thewitchs-scrapped-recipes · 4 years ago

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I'm stuck on energy drink cookie again and I will not shut up ever about this actually

#not a textpost #pluto patters #jFEVSISTERS GIVE THEM BA. C K

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seasonsofeverlark · 3 years ago

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Beautiful Disaster

Author: @always-andshewrites

Prompt: I would love to read a Valentine’s Day-themed Modern-Day AU! Katniss and Peeta are roommates. Mutual pining of course. An ice storm on February 14th causes a power outage and, since they don’t have a fireplace, sleeping in one bed is necessary for them to stay warm. Things heat up while they’re stuck inside all weekend! [submitted by @jedimandy]

Rating: M (To be on the safe side, sexual situations referenced)

Summary: I think the prompt says it all! Best friends and roommates Katniss and Peeta get snowed in Peeta’s room, due to a power outage. The temperature keeps dropping, so Peeta has to get creative on ways to warm them up.

Author’s Note: Thank you to @jhsgf82 for her wonderful, amazing beta skills and her continued willingness to always do it! Also, thank you to @jedimandy for the prompt…snowed in Everlark is my absolute FAVORITE! Plus, it has snowed literally every weekend for the last month, so I had a little inspiration by being snowed-in myself. I hope you guys enjoy! ______________

[ Peeta ]

“W-wh-en d-d-do you t-th-think th-the p-power will be b-b-ba-back on?” I sneak a glance through the hood of my blankets to catch the most stunning pair of grey eyes through the heaping mountain of blankets on the other side of my bed. Even though I can’t see her, my heart swells just knowing she’s there.

Katniss Everdeen: my roommate, my best friend and quite possibly my soul mate. I’m thankful for the blankets concealing my jubilation, otherwise my lit-up-like-a-kid-on-Christmas-morning face would betray me and reveal my secret. Don’t get me wrong, it wouldn’t be the end of the world for her to know; it’s just that…well, it’s not the right time. Not yet, anyway.

Katniss and I are in mirroring positions, both of us swaddled in our own, separate mountain of blankets, curled at opposite ends of my bed, knees tucked to our chest, teeth chattering relentlessly.

More than once I’ve almost been tempted to suggest the obvious—that there is a simple solution to our current predicament if only she could just get past this newfound aversion to being close to me.

A person would think that two people who’d been best friends since the third grade could do something as simple as hold each other for the sake of keeping warm during an ice storm. I mean, we are two people whose friendship outlasted the drama of middle and high school; hell, it even powered through work, life, and all the many stresses that college entails. It’s not as if we’ve never occupied the same space on a single bed before. There were plenty of drunken nights we found ourselves passed out in one of our college dorms—in a twin-sized bed at that. There were also numerous times in which we were both completely sober, either studying for finals or curled up with a bowl of popcorn and a movie. So, I don’t know if I’m being paranoid or if something happened to bring out this new, self-conscious side of her, but for the last two months, anytime I get within three feet of her, she seems to go running for the hills. She either hauls ass to the bathroom or spontaneously gets the sudden urge to do the tedious, nitty-gritty kind of cleaning. At times I wonder if she’s figured out how I feel and goes out of her way to keep her distance, so as to not give me the wrong impression.

“C-c-can’t l-la-last f-f-forever,” I say, unable to keep my teeth from clinking together. “B-but you have t-t-to admit, it is k-kind of b-beautiful.”

At the sound of my voice, Katniss pokes her head through her homemade cocoon of trembling blankets, her teeth still chattering and looks out the window. And, I don’t know why, but the sight of her nearly convulsing from the cold sends an intense surge of guilt rushing through me. I feel so helpless and incompetent because I want nothing more than to warm her up, for her to feel warm, safe, and comfortable. But that’s kind of hard to do in an apartment that has been without power for the last twenty-four hours and with no telling as to when it will return.

“I don’t know how you do it, but y-you always f-find the b-beauty even in t-the worst s-situations. I just…d-d-di-didn’t t-t-th-think it-t-t w-w-would g-g-get th-th-this c-c-cold s-s-so f-fast.” I nod, shrugging my shoulders just before hugging my arms to my chest. This time yesterday we were with power and had a perfectly warm and toasty apartment. We had the electric fireplace blazing in the living room, which was more than enough to heat the entire apartment. And here we are now, less than twenty-four hours later, unable to feel our fingers, toes, or noses. We’d be okay if we still had the fire, but an electric fireplace is useless sans electricity. At this rate we’ll be able to see our breath by the morning.

‘You know what to do,’ my internal voice of reasoning taunts me.

‘You have two choices: be a coward and continue sitting here watching the girl you’ve been in love with nearly your entire life freeze to death, or you can grow a pair. It doesn’t have to mean anything.’

By the time I’ve finally talked myself into doing something about our current predicament, my body seems to have taken on a mind of its own. Before I know it, I’m wriggling out of my own personal cocoon of blankets, letting them fall behind me. I scoot to the edge of the bed and plant my feet firmly on the frigid, hardwood floor. I have an idea, but the only way this is going to work is if I don’t give Katniss time to question me.

At first, I feel as if I’m moving in slow motion, but eventually, the blood starts pumping throughout my body, or at least enough for my arms to cooperate. I don’t look back to see Katniss’s expression as I begin shedding my layers, peeling off a thick, woolen sweater, followed by my UNCC sweatshirt. Then, I’m sliding out of my two extra pairs of sweatpants, leaving me in a single pair of clothes: a single orange, long-sleeve t-shirt, and a pair of thin, cotton, blue and white striped pajama bottoms.

When I turn around to face Katniss, I’m not at all surprised by her bewildered expression. Her eyes have widened to the diameter of golf balls, and her mouth is hanging open in shock.

“T-this is rid-d-diculous, Katniss. Survival one-oh-one says the best, m-most effective means of maintaining warm-t-t-th in hypothermic temperatures is with b-b-ody heat. You of all people know that.” I glare at her with a raised brow, throwing her own words back in her face.

On more than one occasion I’ve heard Katniss preaching this to her students, so I wonder why, at any point over the last twenty-four hours, the thought hasn’t occurred to her. Or, could it be that she’s so repulsed by me that she’d rather risk freezing to death than cuddle next to me?

Katniss teaches survival skills at the local YMCA. It’s what she does eight hours a day, five days a week. She’s got a natural gift for it, too. She keeps it one-hundred percent informative and educational while also making it fun, almost like a game and involving each of her students. She’s so amazing at what she does that people willingly spend months and months on a waiting list just to take her class.

I used to tease her, saying, “How difficult can it be to teach people how to go camping?” After that she dared me to take her class, the extended version. She ascertained that I wouldn’t be so cocky by the end of her four-week class. And she was right. (Of course she was.) I had a new appreciation for what she does after only one day. I was astonished and flabbergasted all in one at how in-depth the sessions were. Not only that, but the last two weeks of Katniss’s class is nothing but role-playing. She splits the class into small groups and gives each group a card, all with different scenarios. You then have to figure out how to survive with sometimes nothing but your wits and hope like hell that you paid attention the day she taught about edible plants. And if you happen to be one of the lucky ones, you might get a backpack filled with supplies. (I, however, was not one of the lucky ones.)

There has never been anything romantic between Katniss and I through all our years of friendship. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been secretly pining over her after all this time. I’ve just never been brave enough to initiate anything. Chalk it up to cowardice or whatever, but I’ve always been too afraid of losing her friendship, and our friendship means more to me than anything else in this world. Katniss is so important to me that I’d rather have her as my best friend than nothing at all.

“C-come on, K-kitty, don’t be s-stubborn.” I use the pet name I bestowed her with in the fourth grade, knowing she adores and detests it with equal measure. “You know I’m right.” I crawl to the other side of the bed, keeping my eyes locked with Katniss’s. “I p-pr-promise I won’t d-d-do anything w-w-wi-without y-your p-p-per-permission.” I grin cheekily, my teeth still chattering as I wriggle myself behind her.

She doesn’t object, whether it’s because she doesn’t mind or she’s still in shock, I’m not sure, but I take advantage of the moment and free Katniss from her wad of blankets. Then I begin peeling two of her three layers of clothes off while letting her keep the scarf.

Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to mind the assistance, and slowly, the shock begins to slowly melt from her face, followed by the corners of her lips curving into a smile. She tries so hard to fight the smile, but it’s a losing battle.

I fluff and resituate our pillows before stretching out on my bed. When I open my arm to her, her brows furrow, drawing together like she’s thinking hard about something for a second before she finally accepts my invitation. She curls up next to me, seeming to go out of her way to keep from touching me. This isn’t the first time we’ve shared space on the same bed, but this is the first time it’s been this awkward. And for the life of me, I wish I knew what was bothering her, so we could get rid of all this tension.

More than ready to put an end to this nonsense, I decide to confront Katniss head-on. “Why are you being so weird, Katniss? Come here.” I pull her back to my chest, draping my giant, king-sized down comforter over the two of us. With both of our heads resting on the same pillow, Katniss remains rigidly tense next to me. “Katniss, what’s the deal? Do I stink or something? I swear I took a shower the day we lost power,” I whisper in her ear.

I hear a slight chuckle escape from her, and I smile knowing my words have the desired effect. Slowly, her muscles relax, her body gradually forming next to mine. I tuck one hand underneath her, the other over her middle until my hands meet and inch her closer to my body. I know she’s lowered her guard and I’ve earned her trust when her arms settle on top of mine. I feel like I’ve won the lottery as she hugs my arms to her chest, pulling me even closer behind her.

“Wow, I’m actually starting to feel my fingers,” Katniss says, wiggling her fingers in the air. Then her body fully, completely relaxes, nearly conforming to mine. I inhale a slow, deep, and cleansing breath to steady my frantic, racing heart from bursting out of my chest.

Using my elbow to push myself up, I lean up and plant a kiss to her temple. “I don’t know what’s been going on with you lately, but it’s me, Katniss. Peeta Mellark, your best friend since grade school, and I hope you know that I would never, ever do anything to hurt you. You do know that, right?” She looks over her shoulder, meeting my eyes, and that’s when it happens. First, our heat merges; then there’s a spark, a yearning, like some kind of magnetic force pushing us closer…and it feels almost… electric. And maybe I’m crazy, but I think she feels it, too.

Our eyes remain locked and frozen in place for one, two, even three seconds before Katniss looks away uncomfortably. If I don’t do something to lighten the mood, there is no doubt she’ll pull away, so, using my toes, I remove my socks, then surprise her by planting the soles of my still-ice-cold feet firmly against her calves.

“PEETA!!!” Katniss shrieks, kicking her legs and squirming, trying to wriggle out of my grasp. Refusing to let her go, I tighten my grip around her waist while removing my feet from her legs.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I promise I won’t do it again, just…don’t leave. We’ll get cold again,” I reason with her, afraid she’ll go back to her solitary mountain of blankets, that I’ve ruined spending any time with her at all.

“I won’t go away; you’re the only thing keeping me warm,” she says with crossed arms and her chin pointed out indignantly, all while trying to fight the corners of her lips from curving up.

“Oh, that’s cold,” I say, feigning a bruised ego. Then she surprises me by flipping onto her other side—to face me.

“No…but, I bet…” I hear the mischief laced in her voice, but not soon enough. Not until it’s too late and her still frozen-as-a-popsicle hands are slithering their way up the back of my shirt. Then, she presses both of her hands flat against my skin. I manage to keep a straight face as her freezing cold, soft, delicate, and slender fingers work their way up my back.

I know she’s expecting a reaction much like hers, but I refuse to give her the satisfaction. Once her hands begin to warm up from the heat of my back, she flips them over to toast the backside of her hands. I cringe from the sudden temperature change, but manage to keep a straight face. Though I want to scream, squirm, and perhaps remove her hands from my back, I remain strong and hold my composure. Then I reach behind me and grab her hands, pulling them around to my stomach, and covering them with my own hands.

I feel like I’m in heaven, that my dreams, fantasies are coming true. Katniss is in my bed, with me in it, and her bare, naked hands are groping my stomach… Well, maybe it’s not like that exactly, but I’ll take what I can get.

“That’s not fair,” she whines. “My hands don’t feel cold to you?”

“No. Cold is a drastic understatement. Your hands are colder than the frozen tundra in Antarctica. But don’t worry, I’ll warm them up,” I tell her, waggling my brows. She responds with her typical scowl, but doesn’t move. We stay like this for what feels like hours, until I think we fall asleep.

[ Katniss ]

I love him. I love Peeta. And not just as a friend. I don’t know how it happened, or when it happened, only that I do. I really do. I know it more today than yesterday and less than I will tomorrow. Why the hell couldn’t this snowstorm have happened two months ago, before I realized I loved him? How the hell am I supposed to make it through the next few hours, much less days without him finding out? He can’t find out, he can’t. He’s my best friend, and I would die if I lost him, and I know that’s all we’ll ever be. A friend is the only way he sees me. I’ve come to that realization, no matter how painful it was.

Come on, get it together, Katniss. You can do this—you have to do this. Just…don’t do something stupid…like…kiss him. Or cry.

That’s what I kept telling myself before Peeta stripped us down, before his thick, muscular arms locked securely around my waist. Before the electricity filled every neuron, every atom of my body, making me feel safe. Before I caught sight of his perfect, broad chest in that stupid orange t-shirt. Before he pulled me into his arms and warmed us up using logic. For a moment I thought he looked at me…differently. It felt like…we had a moment. It reminded me of one of those stupid romance movies where the two best friends stare longingly at each other. The chemistry builds and builds, and then they finally kiss, just as the fireworks go off. I’m probably just imagining things, seeing what I want to see, except there was this pull, and then a spark, a jolt of electricity…and then finally, this look that we shared. So, maybe there is hope after all.

I still can’t believe Peeta didn’t so much as flinch when I put my hands on his back. I certainly wasn’t expecting him to grab my hands and move them to his stomach. Oh God, when he did that, I felt another surge of electricity that went straight to my core. MY hands were on Peeta’s rock-hard abs, which were somehow, also soft. How does that even work?

After that, I couldn’t help but snuggle closer into his arms, and we just stared at each other until he drifted off to sleep. But I can’t sleep, not now. The thoughts in my head are racing too much to fall asleep. And there’s not much else I can do without freezing to death other than watch Peeta sleep, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, so that’s what I’m doing.

I never realized how peaceful Peeta looks when he’s asleep. And he looks so much younger. All the worry lines have faded, his stress, too. And how did I never realize how beautiful his lips are…how perfectly they’re shaped? What I wouldn’t give to press my lips to his. And his eyelashes. I always knew they were blond, but were they always this long? It seems like they should get tangled when he blinks.

“K-Katniss? Are you watching me sleep?” Peeta murmurs. I jump, startled, and immediately feel the heat rush to my cheeks at having been caught.

“N-no,” I respond, thankful Peeta’s eyes are still closed, so he can’t witness my humiliation.

“Liar.” He grins, only one corner of his mouth turning up, but his eyes are still slanted shut. I begin to pull away, but his arms latch around my waist. “Don’t go, please.” I let him pull me close, so close that the only place for my head to rest is on his chest. I curl into him, our legs tangling together, and gently rest my head against his chest—just above the place where his heart is, and I could almost swear he lets out a hum of satisfaction.

“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.” Peeta sighs, disrupting the silence. Chills erupt throughout my entire body, and the butterflies in my stomach try to claw their way out. I wish he wouldn’t say such sweet things; it only gets my hopes up.

I don’t know what to say, so I change the subject. “Peeta, how much longer do you think the power’s going to be out? At this rate we’ll both have died of hypothermia by the time it comes back on.”

“I don’t know, Katniss,” Peeta says, running his fingers through my hair. “But if I died today, then at least I would have died a happy man.”

There he goes again. His words cause every nerve in my body to electrify, and my muscles go rigid. “W-what do you mean?” I want to blame my stuttering on the cold, but every part of my body is warm against Peeta.

“I just mean that…well, you’re my favorite person in the world, Katniss, and you’re here with me. There is no one else I would rather be trapped with, without power and holed up in this tiny room with. Absolutely no one else in the world.”

I try to fight the corners of my lips from turning up, but it’s a losing battle. Why does he have to say such sweet, amazing, and perfect things? Does he know what his words do to me? It’s no wonder I’ve fallen in love with him. I don’t know how it’s even possible, but somehow, I curl my body even more into him. With my eyes closed, I nestle my head against his chest and then feel his arms rest securely around my back. The last thing I remember before succumbing to sleep is the rise and fall of Peeta’s chest, combined with the steady thrum-thrum of his beating heart.

[ Peeta ]

I wake in utter bliss. Katniss’s body is molded against me, her legs entangled with mine and her head nestled in the crook of my arm. If I didn’t have bills to pay, I could easily spend the rest of my life in this position. Not long after I’ve woken, Katniss’s eyes begin to flutter, and her body becomes restless. Her eyes snap open—her beautiful, stormy grey orbs locking with mine. The corners of her lips begin to curve up, but then something startles her, and she nearly sprints off the bed.

“Peeta? W-what are you—” she falters, clearly in a state of confusion. I see her mind running at a million miles per second as she recalls what landed her in my room and in my bed. I knew we should have stayed in her room to wait out the storm, but we both agreed on my room since it’s bigger and has the walk-in bathroom. And the king-sized bed doesn’t hurt.

Katniss’s father died when she was a kid, and for a fleeting time, her mother was incapable of providing a stable home for her and Prim. They moved from one family member’s house to another; they stayed with a handful of friends, and sometimes even hotels. For about two years, they lived out of their suitcases. For the most part, Katniss has moved on from the trauma, but sometimes she still wakes up in the middle of the night in a state of panic, confused as to where she is and how she got there. I imagine this is what’s just happened, since waking up in my room is not a regular occurrence.

“Sorry,” Katniss says, refusing to meet my eyes. She pulls the hair tie from the end of her hair and loosens her braid.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I try to comfort her, but she still avoids my eyes. She runs her fingers through her hair, removing any tangles.

“It’s just…I should be over it by now.”

“Katniss,” I firmly state her name, urging her to look at me. And then she finally does.

“How many times have I woken you up from my bad dreams?”

“Twice,” she says matter-of-factly.

“Come back here; I’m cold,” I say, changing the subject and opening my arms.

“I…let me braid my hair first,” she says hesitantly, still averting her gaze.

“Leave it down. Come here. Please,” I beg her.

She looks at me for a moment, trying to gauge my intentions before she finally concedes. She slips under the covers and curls into my side.

“Were you watching me sleep?” she asks.

“I was just returning the favor,” I say with a grin, remembering when our roles were reversed. “But don’t worry, you didn’t snore. And you scowl at me a lot less when you’re sleeping, so why don’t you doze back off?” Katniss arches her head back to look at me, her brows furrowed, and then that scowl I love so much resurfaces. “See! There’s that scowl I know and love so much!” I can’t help but tease her.

“You’re so mean, Peeta!” Katniss flips onto her side with her arms crossed, refusing to face me. For a second, I’m worried I’ve gone too far.

“Katniss, come on. Please, Katniss, I was just teasing. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I love your scowl, I really do.” I tug on her arm, trying to get her to roll back over, but Katniss is just being Katniss: stubborn and refusing to budge.

“Katniss, please, I really am sorry.”

“Go away. Leave me alone,” she huffs.

“Okay,” I say in the saddest, most pathetic voice I can muster. “I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want, but if I leave the safety of this room, I’m likely to freeze to death.”

“Fine, you can stay in here, but…just leave me alone.” I feel horrible for hurting her feelings. I really was just teasing. Knowing how stubborn Katniss can be, I decide I’ve got to do something to earn her forgiveness.

“Katniss, I’m sorry; I really am. Honestly, I was just teasing—I thought you knew that. But would you please turn back over and look at me, so I can apologize to your face? I need to see those beautiful and gorgeous, stormy grey eyes of yours.” With each word I speak, I can see Katniss’s hard outer shell beginning to chip away. Her stiffened body slowly begins to relax, until finally, she flips onto her side to face me, but keeps her arms crossed protectively over her chest.

“I only turned back over because I’m cold. Not because of…what you said.”

“Well, I do think your eyes are beautiful. Probably the most perfect, stunning, dazzling and incredible set of eyes I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” With her arms still crossed, Katniss narrows her eyes at me suspiciously.

“You’re so full of it.”

“I’m not lying. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve tried, and unsuccessfully, to capture your eyes on a canvas, and no matter what colors, or combination of colors I use, I can never get them exactly right. Like you, they’re one of a kind.” My words slip out softly, almost in a whisper as I stroke a tendril of Katniss’s hair to the side, finally tucking it behind her ear.

Katniss’s arms finally relax and fall to her sides. Then she looks at me with shiny, glassy eyes. I meet her gaze and try to convey all my love with this look. And then—it happens. The thing I’ve been waiting for. She looks back at me with equal measure…she looks at me like she loves me, too, and not just as a friend. I reach out and run my fingers through her hair, then settle my hand at the base of her head.

She just stares back at me as if breaking eye contact could very well break her. And in this moment, it’s as if time stands still. And I know, without a doubt, this is my moment. Our moment. And it’s finally here.

[ Katniss ]

“I’m sorry you’re stuck with me on Valentine’s Day. Didn’t you have plans with, what’s-her-name, Gidget?” I don’t know what to say after our uncomfortable staring contest, and this seemed to just pop out of my mouth.

“I’m exactly where I want to be, Katniss. There isn’t another person I’d rather spend Valentine’s Day with,” Peeta says, his gaze still locked on me. I’m not sure what’s happening, but something’s happening.

I begin fidgeting with my hair, wishing I’d braided it so I’d have something to keep my hands busy with, something to focus on other than Peeta’s eyes. Then I feel his fingers under my chin, tilting my head up to look at him.

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel it, too, Katniss. Am I wrong?”

“I—it—we—I mean,” I stutter, seemingly incapable of forming a single cohesive thought.

“I’m going to kiss you, Katniss, so if you don’t want me to, then tell me. Otherwise—” My heart begins racing frantically as Peeta slowly leans in. It feels as if time is moving in slow motion, but I realize that Peeta is deliberately taking his time, allowing me time to protest.

But I don’t, and if it’s even possible, my heart begins racing even faster by the time his lips meet mine.

The anticipation of his lips against mine floods my senses, sending goosebumps prickling across my entire body. Then, using his elbow to push himself up, he hovers slightly over-top of me. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, screaming, thrashing—begging for him to do it—to hurry up and kiss me.

Our eyes are trapped in a penetrating gaze as he slowly closes the distance between us and presses his mouth lightly to mine. I’ve dreamed about this moment so many times over so many years, never believing for a second that it would ever become a reality.

And because it’s Peeta, I’d always imagined something beyond amazing. Because Peeta is, without a doubt, beyond amazing. But when our lips connect for the first time, it’s beyond even my wildest dreams. I never could have conjured something this perfect in my dreams, this amazing, this…incredibly, mind-blowingly perfect moment.

The first kiss is soft, sensual, and delicate, but somehow powerful, intense, and magnanimous. It electrifies every sense in my body, even senses I never knew existed. I find myself feeling disappointed when his kisses don’t deepen or intensify, and I wonder if something’s wrong. Then it finally hits me that he’s putting me in control, allowing me to call the shots.

I’ve never really had a serious boyfriend before—well, there was this one, but… I always made the excuse that I didn’t have time for a relationship, between work, school, and taking care of my mother and sister. In hindsight, I think it was this moment I’d always been waiting for. Because it was always Peeta I loved.

I encircle my arms around Peeta’s neck, trapping the back of his head with my hands as I deepen the kiss. It’s in this moment that I wonder what I was so afraid of. I wonder, if I hadn’t been so oblivious, then afraid to admit my feelings, if perhaps we could have had this sooner. How much time and happiness have I stolen—wasted, in the name of fear?

Unsure as to what comes over me, I suck on Peeta’s lower lip and he lets out a pleasurable groan. I can feel his excitement through the thin, almost transparent pajama pants he wears, and in a split second he flips me over, pinning me beneath him. He laces his fingers through mine, then secures our hands above my head. He locks eyes with me, his gaze seeming to penetrate through my soul before he leans in, slamming his mouth to mine. He kisses me deep and hard, intensely, passionately, and fiercely, alternating with soft, sweet, delicate, and gentle kisses. Our tongues collide perfectly in sync, neither fighting for dominance. I seem to know what he’s going to do before he does it and vice versa. It’s as if we’ve perfected the art of kissing, and have been doing this our entire lives.

Finally, we come up for air and lie side by side on Peeta’s massive bed, our bodies automatically curling into the other.

“Wow, that was—” Peeta pants contentedly, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Wow,” is all I can think to say, too.

Before I know it, Peeta is back on top of me, nestling himself between my thighs. Our noses are a breadth apart as he stares affectionately at me, his lips curving into a smile. I want so badly to say ‘I love you,’ but this time, not just as my best friend.

“You are so beautiful, Katniss. I could be happy staring at you all day, and literally nothing else,” Peeta whispers, tucking a strand of my wild, unkempt hair behind my ear, and it sends a jolt of electricity swarming through my veins. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Katniss, wanted you since the first day I saw you. Please, tell me this is real. That you want this, too. That this isn’t some, fighting for our lives, stuck without power during a snowstorm, one-time thing.”

I raise a quizzical brow at his statement. “Don’t you think you’re…I don’t know, exaggerating just…slightly?” I ask him.

Now it’s his turn to look bewildered. “To which part are you referring?”

“Since the first time you saw me? We were like…nine years old.”

“When you walked into Miss Trinket’s classroom for the first time, I swear, Katniss, my heart skipped a beat. Even at nine years old, I was mesmerized by your beauty. I remember the red, plaid dress you were wearing, and those cute black and white shoes you still have in your closet. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. But that was just me being infatuated by your beauty. The moment you stole my heart was when Miss Trinket gathered us all for “circle time,” and asked who knew the Valley Song. Your hand shot straight in the air, ready, willing, and eager to volunteer, to share it with everyone. And that’s when it happened. When your nine-year-old self sang that song, I swear Katniss, it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. I thought the angels had been sent from the heavens. In fact, it was so beautiful that all the birds outside our classroom fell silent. That was the moment you stole my heart.”

I don’t realize there are tears streaming down my cheeks until Peeta reaches up and wipes them away.

“All this time? You loved me all this time? But…what about all the girlfriends?”

“First of all,” Peeta begins, narrowing his eyes at me. “I’ve only had two girlfriends. I tried not to love you, Katniss. I tried to love someone else—anyone else. Because you were my best friend, and I thought that was all I could ever have. But it was always you I thought about. I know it’s wrong, but when I kissed them, it was your lips I was imagining. Which is why none of my girlfriends ever worked out.”

My heart feels like it’s being squeezed, and my stomach feels as if it’s tying in knots.

“What’s wrong, Katniss? I—I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have—” I hold my hand up to Peeta’s apology, cutting him off.

“Jo and I went for drinks about three weeks ago, and she wanted to test out her psychology skills and decided to “shrink” me. A few hours, and several drinks in, she tricked me into admitting it aloud, and I guess…that made it real. And once I did that, I wasn’t sure how to act around you. I thought if you found out it would make you uncomfortable, and that…it might ruin our friendship. And I couldn’t lose you, Peeta, I just—I couldn’t.” Peeta wipes the moisture from my cheek, and I feel so weak and ashamed for allowing the tears to come.

“What did you admit, Katniss?” Peeta whispers lovingly. Quickly, I look away, afraid to meet his eyes, terrified of what I might see.

“Katniss,” Peeta says more sternly, lifting my chin up. But I keep my eyes squeezed shut, still too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

[ Peeta ]

I can’t believe what just happened. I can’t believe what Katniss just said…or well, implied. I think she means to say she’s in love with me. I can tell she’s embarrassed and doesn’t want to say it, and I don’t want her to hurt, but I need to hear it.

“Katniss,” I whisper her name, hoping she’ll open her eyes and look at me. She doesn’t, but I press on. “I-I thought you always knew how I felt but you just wanted to be friends. And…I just…never said anything because I can’t lose you, either—I was terrified if you knew the truth, I would lose you. And I’d rather have you in my life as nothing more than my best friend, as painful as seeing you with other guys was, but it would have been more painful not to have you in my life at all. Because I love you, Katniss. It’s always been you. And…and I hope what you were trying to say was that it was me that you admitted your feelings to with Jo. Please tell me this is real, that you love me, and as more than just a friend. Because…I would really like to kiss you again.”

Katniss’s cheeks darken, but she finally opens her eyes and looks at me. Her eyes are widened in a state of shock, her pupils swelling, overloading her irises with what I hope is desire. “Y-you love me?” she asks.

I can’t help but chuckle at her question. “You say that like it’s absurd or something.”

“I mean,” Katniss shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly, clearly uncomfortable, “it’s just…I’m not that pretty, and I’m not always very nice. I see the way girls look at you; you could have anyone you wanted.”

With our fingers still laced together, I lock them even tighter, binding them above her head, and I slam my mouth against hers. Then I plunge my tongue between her parted lips and hope that I convey my feelings through my kiss. She has to know how much she means to me, how much I love her, and that there will never, ever be anyone who can come even remotely close to her.

“The only person I want—have ever wanted‒is the beautiful woman looking back at me. I love you, Katniss.” I take a deep breath and continue. “I know we just kissed for the first time a few minutes ago, and maybe it’s a little early to say this, but I do, Katniss. I love you.”

“I love you too, Peeta,” I finally hear her say, though it’s a hushed whisper. And it’s with those five words that I lose all my self-control. I wiggle my hands underneath her, so they’re locked around her back. Then I press my body against her, hugging her tight. She entwines her fingers in my hair, tugging my head up and begins kissing me frantically, as if her life depends on it. She continues to tug on my hair, turning my head to the side before she runs her tongue along the length of my neck, kissing and licking and kissing some more. I can’t help the moan that escapes from me, nor can I help the knee-jerk reaction that happens when my pelvis grinds into hers.

“Peeta,” Katniss pants in a breathy moan.

“Oh God, Katniss. We should um…we should probably slow down.” I’m not sure how I mustered up the willpower to utter those words, but somehow, I did.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Katniss says, her voice full of rejection. It’s the last thing I ever want her to feel, so I force her eyes on me.

“I want you, Katniss. God, do I want you. It’s just that I want it to be perfect. For so long I’ve imagined this moment–being with you–and you deserve something special. You deserve everything special. I guess…I don’t want you making a spur of the moment decision based on hormones, only to regret it later.”

“How do you always know the perfect thing to say?” she asks, her eyes fiery with mischief. “Peeta, I don’t need “special”, because for some crazy, out of this world reason, you take the time to make every day special for me. You make me feel like it’s my birthday every day of the year. Don’t you see, you’re all I need, just you.”

It’s with those words that I completely unravel at the seams. I crash my mouth against hers, devouring her lips with my tongue. “God, you are so beautiful and perfect, and just…you’re everything I’ve ever wanted; you’re everything I’ll ever need,” I tell her.

She doesn’t need to say any more; it’s as if we’re on the same wavelength. I shimmy up her perfect, slender body until I’m where I’ve always been meant to be, face to face with the woman of my dreams. I take her face in my hands and press my lips to her mouth. She pulls me on top of her, situating me perfectly between her thighs.

Holding myself up with my elbow, I take a minute to stare into her perfect, stormy grey eyes. I open my mouth, feeling a desperate need to say “I love you,” but she beats me to the punch. Both of our faces stretch with an ear-splitting grin just before we join for the first time. Katniss encircles her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my calves. It is in this moment that I realize, while it is still freezing in my bedroom, we are no longer cold. And with Katniss at my side, I may never be cold again.

This is the night I will always remember. We created something beautiful, something majestic out of something wild and fierce. I will forever be grateful for the forces of mother nature that trapped us together that night. Because that was the night that forced us to face our feelings. It began a disaster and ended up being beautiful. A beautiful disaster.

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