#keira's messy soul | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

winterisakillerwrites · 5 years ago

Text

Becoming - Part Three

Title: Becoming

One Shot: 3/6

Character: Tom Hiddleston

Genre: Realistic(?) fluff; Angst

Rating: T

Summary: Learning about his son was only just the start of the story. As Tom Hiddleston struggles to adapt to this sudden change in his life, he comes to learn that becoming a father might be the biggest role he’d ever taken on. *Sequel/Continuation of Lovers’ Eyes*

Authors Notes/Warnings: This story came about because I knew there was still so much about Tom and his son that I wanted to explore. I fully intended this to be a quick flash forward into their lives, a snapshot if you will….They had other ideas and so here we are. This is technically all one story but has been broken down into parts to make the reading easier.

Thanks so much first and foremost to @ciaodarknessmyheart who has dealt with me throwing all of these ideas at her and has helped shape them into something coherent and wonderful.

Thanks as well to @tinchentitri who also helped provide wonderful insight.

Hope you all enjoy!

Tag List: @tinchentitri @messy-insomniac-bookgirl @noplacelikehome77 @blacksuitofdoom @nonsensicalobsessions @theheartofpenelope @ms-cellanies @nuggsmum @inkededucatednnerdy @redfoxwritesstuff @just-the-hiddles @wolfsmom1 @theoneanna @hiddlescastle @sabine-leo @alexakeyloveloki @echantedbytwh @finchbaggins @kenzieam @ciaodarknessmyheart

Wordlessly, Tom nodded as his heart pounded in his ears. He didn’t know if he wanted to scream at Keira or hug her for pushing the issue…Or at least for giving him a chance to say the words aloud. “I…I do know him, Jaime.” He swallowed thickly, the words sticking in his throat. “I’m…Jaime,” he cleared his throat and plastered on what he hoped was a warm smile, “I want to tell you a story, if that is alright.”

Jaime’s brow scrunched in thought, his eyes never leaving Tom’s face. “Okay.”

Keira stood quietly, grabbing their empty plates, placing them in the sink and walking wordlessly from the room.

Tom took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. He rested his arms against the table and let the words tumble from him. “A long time ago, before you were born, your mummy was at school. She was studying very hard trying to learn everything she could. And one day she met this person who ended up being your daddy. They enjoyed talking and reading and just being together.” He didn’t try to fight the soft smile that spread across his face at the memories which flooded through him. Eliza sitting in the library, surrounded by books, a pen twisted in her dark hair. The way her eyes would light up when he entered a room. The way his heart seemed to race when she took his hand. The joy that bubbled inside of him when he said or did something that made Eliza smile. God, he missed her. “Your daddy loved to make your mummy laugh and did everything he could to do so. But he also enjoyed making other people smile and wanted to learn more about how to do that…So he went to another school and studied really hard.

Your mummy was there, by your daddy’s side helping him. When your daddy finished learning all he could at the special school, he decided to take all he learned and travel around to help people smile. Your mummy couldn’t travel with him all the time but they talked on the phone as much as they could. Your daddy loved your mummy very, very much but he loved making people smile too. And people liked your daddy making them smile so he had to go away for longer and longer. Your mummy…She knew your daddy loved making people smile and she knew that she couldn’t go with him…So your mummy told him it was okay, that he could go on an adventure and help make people laugh and smile and be happy. And he did. He missed your mummy and your mummy missed him. But she was happy because she had you to make her smile.”

Jaime looked at Tom, his brow wrinkled in thought. “Was my daddy happy, making people smile?”

Tom choked out a strangled sob and quickly stuffed in back down, not wanting to upset his son. The guilt Tom carried was his own and he refused to push it onto Jaime. “He…He was. But he missed your mummy. He missed her so much but he didn’t know how to tell her.” His eyes closed involuntarily as he fought against the tears burning in them. They startled open as he felt Jaime climbing into his lap. “Jaime what are you…?”

“You’re sad. You need a hug. Mummy always said hugs make everything better.” The bold, simple innocence of the statement struck Tom speechless. Wordlessly, he accepted the comfort offered by the child in his lap, ignoring the quiet voice in his head telling him that this was backwards. He was the one meant to be comforting Jaime. The one who fought the monsters, both real and imaginary, and made the world a safer, better place for the people he loved. Jaime was so much like Eliza in this moment and it tore his heart.

After several moments, when Tom had been able to clear his throat, he murmured into Jaime’s soft hair. “Your mummy is a very, very wise woman.” He wrapped his arms tightly around Jaime’s small form, holding the boy to him in a vain attempt to return some of the simple comfort offered.

“Mummy said daddy was good at hugs too.”

Tom fought to control his breathing. “Did she now?” Jaime nodded against his chest and Tom let himself given into the impulse to place a soft kiss to the top of his son’s head. It was such a simple thing, something he had done so many times with his nieces and nephews…but never with a child of his own. His pulse stuttered violently at the thought before quickly kicking into overtime. His child.

“Did the hug help?” Jaime asked, pulling his head back enough to look up at Tom. “Mummy said my hugs are like Daddy’s and they always help the sad go away.”

“It did,” Tom managed to choke out, fighting to keep his voice light and even. “It helped so very much.” He swallowed before lifting the boy from his lap and setting him back onto his feet. “Why don’t we go see if your Nan needs any help with the dishes?”

Jaime nodded and, taking Tom’s large hand into his own tiny one, led the way into the kitchen. They found Keira standing before the sink, sleeves rolled up and hands sunk into warm, soapy water. She smiled warmly at Jaime before shooting Tom a knowing (and questioning look). He gave her a subtle shake of the head. He’d had the perfect opening and hadn’t been able to say the words. Her eyes narrowed slightly but said nothing.

“We were wondering if you’d like some help with the washing up.”

Her nod was all the encouragement needed. The three worked in tandem; Keira washing, Jaime drying, and Tom putting the dishes away. It was early yet when they’d finished and Jaime pulled Tom back into the living room to resume their Lego building. The room he’d tidied earlier that evening was once more thrown into chaos. Lego pieces were strewn across the wooden floor and soon several half-built buildings and a fairly decent robot surrounded the man and child.

Laughter filled the room as Tom intoned the commanding voice of the invading robot set to destroy the half built city. Jaime manning the city with several action figures from the box nearest the window fought valiantly and soon the evil invading robot was driven back, much to the joy of the scared city-folk.

Time seemed to fly and it came as quite the shock when Keira poked her head back into the room to pry Jaime off for his bath and bedtime routine. Jaime’s face fell the same way it had hours before when Keira had called him for tea but this time, despite Tom’s gentle coaxing the boy refused to budge.

“No!” Jaime hollered, throwing the Lego in his hands across the room. Tears streamed down his reddened face as he continued to scream the word over and over.

“James William,” Keira reprimanded, ignoring the tears and the screaming.

Tom was taken aback. Jaime had been such a congenial child in the nearly six months that Tom had known him; stubborn yes but usually easy going. He had been agitated and upset the first time Tom had left, but considering how close it had been to the loss of his mother Tom had taken it as a reaction to that more than loss of his newest companion. Seeing Jaime’s tantrum now, over what seemed to be such a mundane thing, set off quiet alarm bells.

He looked helplessly at Keira, wondering if his presence was helping or simply making the situation worse. He pushed himself to his feet, thinking maybe a tactical retreat would be the better part of valor in this moment. Clearly, he was less than useless in this scenario and he has no desire to give Keira reason to consider putting a stop to his visits.

It came as a shock then to feel Jaime’s arms wrapped tightly around his left shin. “No! Uncle Tom I don’t want you to go!”

Tom’s eyes darted between the boy clinging to his leg and the woman standing in the doorway, arms crossed in front of her chest. “Jaime, darling boy…” Jaime’s red-rimmed eyes stared pleadingly back at him and Tom felt his heart crack at the sight. God, Mum was right. You can’t resist those bloody eyes.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly before commending his soul to whatever deity happened to be listening. “Jaime lad. You need to get yourself into that tub. If you listen to your Nan, and she says it’s alright, I will stay and read you your bedtime story. Would that be alright?”

Jaime sniffled, his eyes shining with hope and delight. “You promise?”

He let his eyes dart to Keira who, while clearly not wholly happy with the idea knew a losing battle when she saw one, nodded. He mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ and turned his attention back to the boy clinging to him. “I promise.” Tom reached down and ran his hand through Jaime’s sandy hair. “Now get yourself up and cleaned young man.”

While nightly routines were completed overhead, Tom found himself puttering around the ground floor of the house. He still wasn’t used to being in this house, regardless of the circumstance. He’d been there only a handful of times with Eliza, each of those times were not exactly uncomfortable but awkward nonetheless. He’d been there more so now because of their son, because this was Jaime’s home, but still it felt strange. He was an interloper here, encroaching on someone else’s territory. He didn’t belong…but Jaime did and for his son he would do whatever was necessary.

He smiled, looking at the traces Jaime had left all over the house. The toys that were scattered around the living room, the artwork stuck to the refrigerator door and the cork notice board in the kitchen, the small jumper and jacket on the hall tree by the front door. Small signs that Jaime was part of this household. Small things he only dared imagine could be part of his own home one day.

Tom let that thought carry him up the stairs after Jaime was clean, dressed, and ready for bed. He’d smiled softly at Keira as the little boy, his little boy, took him by the hand and pulled him into his untidy bedroom. Jaime ran towards the bookshelf, pulling out a tattered copy of illustrated Disney stories, much loved by the look of wear it bore. He handed it expectantly to Tom before scrambling into the bed and pulling his blue duvet up to his chin.

Smiling, Tom settled himself on the floor beside the bed and opened the book to the main story list. He wordlessly scanned over the titles until one jumped out at him and he flipped to its start. Tom’s heart felt full to bursting as he watched Jaime’s eyes widen as he told him the tale Mowgli, the boy raised in the jungle, complete with voices. He didn’t know how often Jaime had heard the story or if it were brand new (though he doubted it was), but it felt as if it were the first time and it meant the world to Tom to see it.

Halfway through, he noticed Jaime’s eyes growing heavy though the boy fought his exhaustion valiantly. Tom continued on, half his attention trained on his son as the boy slowly succumbed to sleep. When his eyes were closed and his breathing even, Tom shut the book quietly. He sat for several minutes simply watching Jaime sleep before pushing himself up to his feet and carrying the book back to the shelf. As he reached to flip off the room’s overhead light, he heard Jaime’s small voice. “Uncle Tom?”

He froze, slowly turning back around. “Yes, Jaime lad?”

“I wish you were my daddy.”

Tom fought to hold back the choked gasp threatening to break from his chest. He could feel his heart stutter then crash to a halt as Jaime’s words slowly sank in. He couldn’t speak for several moments, his mouth hanging uselessly open until finally he could, though the words came out in barely a whisper. “I am,” he breathed. “I am your daddy.”

But Jaime’s soft snores were the only answer he received. Biting his lip, Tom blindly reached for the switch and shut off the overhead light. He pulled the door closed as softly as he could and bolted down the stairs and out of the door, ignoring Keira’s confused calls.

He was half way down the motorway and even closer to his home when the magnitude of just what happened hit him. He had told Jaime, said the words aloud to his son. Claimed him. And it was something he couldn’t take back…Didn’t want to take back, not ever. But had the boy heard him? Had he understood?

“Fuck,” Tom breathed, merging lanes and trying desperately to keep his focus on the road before him. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” A small part of him was desperate to turn the bloody car around and drive straight back the way he’d come but he more rational part of his brain (which he was surprised had such a tight grip on him given the circumstances) prevailed.

It was late when he pulled his car into the street leading to his home. He entered the gate code with numb fingers and drove through. He hadn’t left the front lights on, he hadn’t expected to be gone this late, but the lights from the street lamps bled through enough light to ease his passage up the walk and to his door. He only dropped his keys once before managing to get them in the lock and open the door.

Tom spent the next several hours pacing first his living room, then the hall, and finally his bedroom. He’d tried to sleep and may even have caught small snatches here and there, but his mind refused to stop whirling. By near six in the morning, Tom gave up the ghost. He padded quietly down the stairs and into kitchen which caught the pale, red-pink light of the rising sun. He paced anxiously as he waited for the coffee to brew and drank two steaming mugs before jogging back up the stairs once more.

He’d thrown himself in the shower, hoping to clear his mind. When he emerged fifteen minutes later, he was clean but still burdened. Dressing silently he was down the stairs once more, sliding his feet into his boots and grabbing his mobile, keys, and wallet from the hallway table and was out the door. Tom wasn’t consciously aware of his destination until he’d found himself in Keira’s driveway. He killed the engine and sat, staring through the windscreen at the door knowing this was probably not the way he should be doing things. But when had that ever stopped him before.

Taking a deep breath, he slid from the car and made his way slowly up the walk towards the door. He knocked twice, cursing when he caught sight of the watch on his wrist and at the early hour. Christ, he was determined to make this woman hate him, wasn’t he?

Small, heavy footfalls echoed from inside the house and moments later the door was pulled open revealing a wide-eyed pajama clad Jaime. “James William!” Keira’s voice boomed from further down the hall, “What have I told you about answering the door?”

Jaime looked back, a sheepish grin on his face. Christ, Tom thought, is that how I look when I do that? It’s a wonder I made it to adulthood.

“But it’s my daddy!”

Tom stared in wonder at the boy standing before him, flashes of joy and disbelief flooding over him.

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston RPF #Becoming #guilt #grief #original child character #Dad!Tom #winterisakiller writes

93 notes · View notes

toasterdoodle22 · 7 years ago

Photo

Some messy Fem!Klance sketches for the soul 💙💜❤️ The same poses bc i’m a lazy bitch who will never change and anatomy is fiction. The best girlfriends tbh, i wanna do like, an actual piece with them but tbhjbdsahcbe we’ll see

Update: Thinking of renaming Keith’s Keira?? Thoughts??? Also here’s that piece i mentioned

4K notes · View notes

mirasdarkmaterials · 6 years ago

Text

THE SECRET DOCTRINE - The Atlantean Plan - Chapter 1

ONE: The Fall Of Isla de Pascua

Shimmering blue-green waves splash endlessly in an open vastness of the Pacific Ocean. The gently churning of the open ocean places the wary mind at rest as the plane rocks back and forward like a boat at sea.

Ahead, the sea gives way to rocky red earth. A rusty red color breaks the calming ocean blue with white water splashing against the rocks as the waves try to overtake the land but is kept at its limits. The plane pitches against the headwinds that shake the cabin like a tumbler-jar.

Glancing at the reflection of two blue-grey eyes staring back at the observer, he is aware that his hair has become messy from the on-board air. He brushes back his light brown hair with his long slender fingers. His face looking tired and uncertain. The flight has been a long trip! Over 22 hours from his home in British Columbia to this hot, desert-like island out in the middle of nowhere.

‘Isla de Pascua’ Meir thinks as he looks at a geologic map that he has been studying. Meir is what you’d call a free-to-hire geologist. Never working for governments or corporation. People hired him to investigate something geomorphic and, in a month, he usually mails the results to his employer. Meir liked to work unabated, his own boss. But this time he was hired into a group of researchers from around the world. Two names: Jen Kleito, geophysics from Greece and Kiera Azaes, a geology historian from Portugal; were to meet him when he arrives at the airport.

He almost did not take the job when he learned that he was going to have to work with two other individuals; but he needed the money and the price that his employer was paying was…almost to good to be true! Nevertheless, here he was, about to land on Easter Island.

Touching down on the ground, he has finally arrived at the Mataveri International Airport. He closes his eyes as he never really liked flying, and the landing-part scared him the most! The plane rolls down the taxiway as it makes a sharp left turn into the terminal’s parking lot. The plane stops as the engines cut out and he looks outside to see a truck bringing a staircase over for the passengers to disembark. He wondered ‘How do you push a person with a disability down those stairs?’ He could not guess at the time, thinking that the stairs must have some type of ramp from the disabled, but luckily there were no wheelchair bound people on this flight today.

Meir collects his carry-on and exits the plane as he walks over to the luggage being unloaded and takes his two bags; one bag with clothes and one bag with his personal surveying gear. He wipes his forehead as it is hot and muggy outside. It is always hot and muggy on Pascua! He looks ahead, wondering how he is going to find his connection.

Ahead, there is a tall, six-foot-high woman wearing some loose-fitting bright plaid clothes. Her hair is almost white and tied back in a ponytail! Her skin pale white, like it has not seen the sun. She does not look like anyone that would fit the role of a geologist; but in her hands she holds a sign with one word: ‘Rainier’.

Meir smiles as he walks over to the woman as he greets her. “Meir Rainier…you must be?”

She smiles as she puts the penned sign away as she shakes Meir’s hand. “Kiera Azaes.” she says, her voice sounding like it is recovering from a cold.

“It is nice to finally meet you Mrs. Azaes…” as Kiera takes both of his heavy bags with ease without much word from Meir as he was shocked but just goes with it. He hurries to catch up with Kiera as he looks at his bags “It is okay, I can handle my own bags…” he says as she just smiles as she looks towards her park car.

She sets the bags down as David hopes nothing got broken in the flight. With the bags placed in the backseat, Meir takes the passenger’s seat as she takes the drivers seat. She hands a small badge to him to wear. He looks at it “What’s this?” as he looks at the tag: MEIR RAINIER ~ OCEANID ON-LAND EXPLORATION. “Okay? So we are striving to look official?”

Kiera nods as she engages the engine and throws it in drive.

Meir glances around, noticing they are missing one soul “Where is Miss Kleito?” Meir comments as Kiera fills in him.

“She is waiting for us at the research site,” she states as she drives on the outskirt road that separates the airport from Hanga Roa. Meir looks out his window to a gentle slope that seems to just end abruptly. “That is…”

“Rano Kau…” Meir says as he just familiarized himself with the names of all the extinct volcanoes that were wasting away. Easter Island was a dead island, volcanically inactive. At one time, this entire island was covered in vegetation and trees, but deforestation by the ancients have left this place a wasteland. They were heading to the youngest of the volcanoes, Poike.

Keira studies Meir for awhile and can see that he is uncomfortable. “I take it that you don’t work often with others!” she remarks as he turns and glances at her, his eyes furrowed and mouth crinkled like having bit into a lemon.

“No,” he says with a deep breath and sighs “my way of getting my answers and how I conduct geology is not…” as he pauses to find the right word.

“Typical?.” Kiera says as Meir glances at her and lightly smiles. “We all were sought for our ‘odd’ approaches to geology and science. Call it intuition, but we pose talents that the Oceanid…” she pauses and carefully says “…collaboration, needs.” she smiles and adds cheerfully, “Consider us, family!”

Meir turns back to the mountainside as they follow the airport to the other side of the island, 1.4 miles down the taxiway and make a gentle left-hand turn and follow the coast. They slow down as the road looks in bad shape. Keira and Meir look ahead as the road is barely hanging on…the whole land seemed to have fallen off into the ocean as the waves roll over the basalt rocks. There is a look of concern on Keira’s face as she looks at the road. “Think it is safe?” he asks as Kiera pushes the gas, they will soon find out as they skirt the drop off.

Meir is left to wonder how much of the road is like this…and from the look of concern on Keira’s face, something tells him that this was once dry land. He takes out his cell phone and calls up his app that he uses to detect earthquakes. The USGS in California collects all the data and in a few minutes’ releases it to the public. Right off the island, somewhere in the water, there is a new squiggly line; ‘It was an earthquake?’ he wonders.

Clearing the obstacle, they go down the bumpy dirt road as they breathe a sigh of relief. They follow the coast as Meir keeps a weathered eye for any other signs of island collapse and sees small areas that have weathered and worn away, but nothing that looked like that!

Over ancient flat pahoehoe lava flows, the land is flat and unimpressive. There is a rise in front of them and a series of hills in the north, with the tallest now behind them. Meir looks at the water as his eyes widen. A massive crack opens from the ocean and splits across the landscape, racing from the road. “Look!” as he points to the black crack. Keira shakes her head as she does not know what it means. The crack splits the road, Kiera punches it as she hits the crack with a terrible bump. “What the hell!”

“We need to go get Jen!” Kiera says as Jen is at the foot of Mount Poike as the ground begins to quiver. The instruments that she had been setting up all morning rattle. In her mind, she says ‘Earthquake?’ as the history of powerful quakes on Easter Island is rare to almost unheard of! Looking to the east, Mount Poike grows, rises as if the whole earth is was growing upward. Off in the Pacific, powerful explosions erupt rocks high into the sky before raining back down. The Tongariki heads in the southwest, near the coast sway back and forward as the ground she is standing on lifts her into the air. Massive cracks split across the landscape as the ocean floods in a hurry.

The ground buckles and the earth fall back down, knocking over all the heads and the cracks widen and gas explosions from deep within the earth blows lava rocks all over the place. Jen grabs her steel carrying case and covers her head as rocks the size of oranges rain down upon her. Mount Poike begins to collapse, crumbling away in landslides as the ocean splashes against the rocks it 30-foot sprays.

Keira and Meir look ahead as their brains can’t comprehend what their eyes are seeing. Mount Poike rises into the sky…as if the mountain was swelling, ready to erupt. Massive blocks of earth explode out of the ground as Kiera must dodge walls of old basalt. Meir is death-gripping the seat belt as the earth seems to roll, the road disappearing as they drive down a hill only to hit the gravel hard and be pushed back up.

“It’s a rolling earthquake!” Meir says as he has read about these in collage and seen one when he was only 7 years old. It happened at his home on the North Pacific coast of Vancouver Island. The ground rolled like waves on the ocean. He rose and fell with the earth, it was very disorienting!

Kiera lays on her horn as she drives into camp. She and Meir see Jen laying on the ground as they look at Mount Poike sliding away into the sea. Kiera places the car into park and runs over to Jen. Meir gets out to give her a hand...to find that Jen is okay, just a little banged up. The sound of collapsing earth eats away at their nerves as they help Jen to her seat as Meir looks at the mountain break away in blocks, looking as the fractures spread across the island. “We have to move!” he yells at Keira as she looks at what he was looking at, she is frozen with dread. The mountain is gone and the ocean is advancing!

In their car, she turns back the way they came as she looks in her rear-view mirror to watch the whole island dropping off, the ocean roaring towards them. She throws the car into drive as she flies across the landscape. Orange size rocks bang into the car as it startles them every time. She tosses her phone into Meir’s lap. “Open my contacts and call the airport and have them read the plane!” as he looks through her contacts and finds the only name that looked like it would belong to a plane company.

By the time they pass the Rano Raraku splatter cone, he was able to get through as he addressed the person on the other line. “I am calling on behalf of Mrs. Azaes…we need you to get the plane ready to take off!” he commands.

“Who is this?” the man commands in an odd sounding voice.

Meir looks at Kiera, “He wants to know who I am!” he says, annoyed and glancing out the window to the vanishing earth.

“Tell him that you work for the Oceanid On-land Exploration…” she tells him as the man on the phone hears Kiera’s voice as his attitude changes.

“What did Miss Azaes need?”

“Get the plane ready to take off when we arrive! The whole east side of the island is erupting!” he says as he looks into the mirror and see nothing but water! The ocean is higher then he is as he looks wide eyed at Kiera. “The ocean is…?”

“Higher…” she answers, “yeah! We are sinking!” she tells him as the ocean looks like a tsunami as the wave takes out everything. Looking ahead, they climb out of the sink, but it seems to follow them!

Looking ahead, the ocean is racing towards them as the earthquake has taken out the road. Kiera slams on the breaks as she yells. “Damn!” as she looks at Meir. “Wasn’t there a road back there?”

He thinks and nods as they make a U-turn and head north, across the island as they look east to a massive wall of water racing towards them. “Wave!” he shouts as the roar through farming communities, doing about 80 miles per hour, the road is killing the car! Higher and higher they climb, up the side of the largest volcano on the island, the wave is about two miles away, but thanks to the mountain of basalt, it is splitting into two.

Coming to the end of the road, they make a hard-left turn as they resume heading west, away from the chaos. With a view of the city below, the road begins to lift high into the sky as they quickly sink and rise again…but this time, continue to rise as they watch the wave roll through the city as the earthquake overloads transformers as they explode. There are fiery explosions as gas mains break and columns of smoke form. The hill they are on begins to sink as they watch cracks cut through the landscape and across the road.

“It isn’t just the east side!” Kiera says as she punches the gas. They need to get to the airport now! With the airport in view, it was hit bad! The runways are fractured. Kiera continues straight as Meir glances at the turn and realizes that at this speed, they will roll!

“Oh Kiera...the road...you can't...make that turn!” he says as she isn’t distracted and blows across the road and onto an emergency road for the airport. It is blocked by a gate. “Gate! Gate!” he panics as he sees that she isn’t stopping, and he braces for impact. She cuts off the road and slams through the fence as she feels the car’s under carriage be ripped by lava rocks that are naturally scattered all over the island.

On the run way, a commercial jet waits, its engines hot as they pull near the plane. The pilot waving them to hurry as his eyes look upon an island tumbling into the sea. Jen, Meir and Kiera exit the car as Jen and Kiera race to the plane; but Meir will not leave his gear behind. Kiera turns and sees that he is collecting the computers and his luggage.

“Forget it!” Kiera screams. “Leave it!” as the pilot urges her to get onboard. With everything in hand, Meir runs across the taxiway as he begins climbing the stairs, carrying his gear. He feels the ladder shake as the cracks open and fountains of water begin to erupt. He throws the gear into the plane. The ladder falling just as Kiera and Jen grab onto whatever skin they can grab and pull him into the plane.

“Your one crazy sum-of-a-bitch!” Jen says, still bleeding.

“Its water!” Meir says as he looks frantic. “Water is exploding out of the earth!” the jet violently rocks as the captain engages the plane as air traffic control calls him in.

“Passenger jet 377412N 256756W, stand down. You are not clear to go!” the controller commands as the captain ignores the order. He looks ahead, there is nothing in the sky. The plane roars down the runway, being sprayed, pelted and rocked by the airstrips condition as he pitches the jet up and they leave the ground before they expected. Looking out the window, the ground drops off and in front, the ground rises above the plane. The captain white eyed, pulls up as the plane barely makes it over the rise before it falls away and the ocean rolls in.

They circle around as the whole island seems to fracture and break away into massive blocks. The city of Hanga Roa is swept away into the ocean as the ocean replaces land. Only the summit of Ma′unga Terevaka remains above the ocean as the waters churn like mud. The ships in the area are pulled down with the island as there is a rebound, a shockwave radiates away from where Easter Island was. Soon the water rises on the island of Terevaka. A massive tsunami pulls all the soil and life away from the mountain top, leaving a rocky crag.

Jen and Meir stare out the window at the empty place where Easter Island once was. All the ancient history, mystery and lore is gone. Resting somewhere under the Pacific Ocean. No one has an answer. Jen shakes her head, the trauma of seeing her own death still raw. “Never in recorded history has a whole island just sank under the waves.”

“Well, not exactly…” Kiera says as she checks on her passengers “…10 thousand years ago, that happened to the ancient of Atlantis.”

“Atlantis!” Meir says, tired and aching. “Atlantis is a fictional place made-up by Plato.” he says as Kiera just shakes her head.

“And they said that plate tectonics was also fiction…” Kiera offers as Meir returns to looking at the ocean as they are traveling east away from the setting sun. Kiera gets up as she can see that they need some time to reflect what they just saw.

“Where to?” the captain asks as his eyes look to the eastern horizon.

“Sao Miguel…” Kiera says as she takes a seat in the copilot’s seat and stares across the vast Pacific Ocean as they soar through the clouds. The knowledge of what has happened on Easter Island still fresh in her mind. She has much to be grateful, if it wasn’t for Meir’s selfless actions back on the taxiway, all the research and data would have been lost. Years of research, gone. She leans back in the seat as she closes her eyes as the captain glances at her.

“You can go back and get some sleep, I’ll call you once we cross over the Atlantic.” he offers as she shakes her head taking out a needle and vial of blue fluid as she draws some of the fluid into the needle and pushes it into the base of her neck.

Rubbing her sore skin, “I don’t think I could honestly sleep…right now!” as the faces of terror on the people’s faces are still fresh in her memory. No salvation for the people of Easter Island, only death! The captain can see the ethical turmoil in her eyes as he looks back out the window as he stares out across the skyline, watching for other planes and things that might damage his plane.

In the back of the plane, Meir and Jen sit quietly, just staring out the windows as they look out upon the Pacific Ocean. The ocean looks so peaceful and serene. Unaware of the devastation that just occurred on a remote island that most have never visited before.

Meir grows bored of watching the endless blue, so he takes out his phone and pulls up the USGS site to see if they registered the earthquake at Isla de Pascua. He would call to warn someone, but cell service was non-existent out here and only internet was provided by the plane...and it was spotty at time. He looks at a map of the South Pacific Ocean and finds the tiny island of Pascua and sees a massive red alert near the island. It was a massive 9.9, shallow earthquake. Another quake registers near the city of Hanga Hoa as a 9.8 and right under the island, a powerful quake that has the word: ERROR. ‘Error?’ Meir wonders as he pulls up the records and sees that the seismographs were recording a 9.9 before all the graphs abruptly…end. ‘They don’t know what happened to the island!’ he realizes. He then ponders. ‘They think that it was isolated earthquakes, not that the whole island got sucked under the ocean! That much water displacement...’ he realizes that the horror isn’t over as he quickly opens his Facebook app as he can’t text or call and will have to hope someone is reading his page.

‘Just Escaped Easter Island…The Whole Island Is Gone! Massive Seismic Disturbance Has Caused The Island To Disappear Into The Ocean. Please Alert Authorities Of Possible Mega-Tsunami For The South American, Central American, North American, Australia And Asia Coast - Rainier.’

As he hits send, he waits for the message to upload as they near the Galapagos Islands. Meir takes his phone, looking out the window. If there was a mega-tsunami out there…he should see evidence of it here.

In the cockpit, the captain and Keira look out the window as they look across the ocean to the Galapagos Islands. Keira stares at the green island as the white-water lapping at the black rocks begins to pull back rapidly. The shoreline from Isabela Island reaches out for the expanding shoreline of Fernandina Island. Meir, sitting in the cabin watches the water begin to crest as he snaps some pictures of the receding water and the growing tsunami as he jumps out of his seat, startling Jen, as he rushes to the cockpit.

“There is a tsunami!” he shouts as he looks out the window at the islands of Isabela and Fernandina, the water has drawn back so far that now the island of Fernandina is reconnected back to Isabela, where there was once a 50-foot-deep passage. The water begins to rise as the wave seems to rise towards the plane. At an estimated height of around 3000 feet, it is the largest mega-tsunami ever seen by human eyes! The wave rolls up the shore with devastating results as it scours the earth, obliterating old outcrops and throwing rocks the size of houses around.

The wave hits the active volcano of Cerro Azul, the spray impressive as the water explodes high over the summit. Unable to crest the 5000-foot volcano, the wave wraps around the volcano as the tsunami rolls over the lowlands of Isabela Island. On Fernandina island, the water rolls up the gentle slope of the island with little to no obstacles as the water poured into the caldera as the wave rolled through the harbor and crested against the shore of Isabela Island

Flying over Isabela Island, the green earth with its cold black lava flows disappeared under an azul blue wave that towered over the land by almost 2000 feet as it races towards the tiny village of Santo Tomas. Serra Negra volcano cut the strength out of the wave as the volcano completely disappeared under the wave as the force of the wave was split to the north and to the south, right towards the lightly populated city of Puerto Villamil. The city was washed away under a wave that towered over the city by almost 1300 feet as the wave raced towards the airstrip. The captain steers up as a plane rolls down the run way, trying to take off. The wave seems to explode and swallows the plane as it disappears in the tsunami.

Meri is shock shocked that he forgot to take photographs as the devastation is complete. He finally realizes his error as he snaps a few photographs from the cockpit as the wave is now behind the main tsunami. The tsunami overtakes the island of Santa Cruz, wiping the five towns off the map. Meir has seen enough as he leaves the cockpit as Jen stands there at the door, equally devastated as she looks emotionally sick.

“All those poor people!” Jen whispers as Meir looks at his Facebook post, not a single comment! All these people could have been warned. He thinks about the lives in his hometown. By the time the tsunami reaches them, it would have weakened, but still have a wave of around 300 feet! That is pretty much Victoria and his town at Crystal Cove. He uploads the pictures from the Galapagos to his site as they immediately receive views and the comments begin to roll in.

‘Where Is This?’

‘Were You There?’

‘How Tall Is That Wave?’

‘Is This Connected To The Easter Island Earthquake You Mentioned?’

Meir sits down as he looks out the window as they fly over the location of San Cristobal. Only the summit of El Junco rises above the waters surface as the ocean looks muddy. He closes his eyes as he has seen enough. He loves a good disaster, but to watch the world end, it was too much to bear! To watch a 3000-foot wave wipe away everything man has created makes him feel so small. He thinks about all that he has seen, all that he has been through as his thoughts go back years; to a time when he was addressing a pretentious employer from Alaska:

‘What is the likelihood of a mega-tsunami hitting our rig?’ his employer asks him as he never considered mega-tsunami’s much of a threat. They were especially rare in the field of geosciences and hardly studied as the likelihood of one happening is about once every 25 thousand years. The last mega-tsunami to occur was back in 1980 at the Mount St. Helens eruption sent a landslide into Spirit Lake, causing a 853 foot tsunami to race across the lake. But that mega-tsunami was nothing compared to the 1958 Lituya Bay mega-tsunami that was over 1,710 feet high.

‘You have a better chance of winning the lottery and dying the same day by choking on a piece of cauliflower then seeing a mega-tsunami…’ Meir says as the employer interrupts him.

‘So…not a threat then!’

Meir shakes his head. He has learned that predicting anything in the field of science is strongly frowned upon. It isn’t science when you guess or predict, that stuff is left to the nut-jobs and supposedly gifted folks. He gives an example. ‘Anything and everything can be a threat if the scenario is just right! Take for example, there is an island in the Canary Archipelago called La Palma. On that island is a volcano called Cumbre Vieja.’ as he draws the island and places an ‘X’ for the volcano. ‘Now, let’s say that the western half of the volcano has a volume of 500 cubic kilometers with a mass of 1.5 trillion metric tons and it slide into the ocean all at once…’ as he slashes the image with his marker. ‘…that displacement would create a wave 3,280 high…’

‘Three thousand!’ he says as the volume is incomprehensible.

Meir nods, ‘3,300-foot-tall wave! The greater the displacement, the greater the wave. By the time the time the wave rolled upon the eastern seaboard, it would still be 164 feet tall! Cities like Halifax, Boston, New York, Baltimore, Washington D.C., Miami and Havana…devastated! Cities in Europe and Africa would be completely wiped off the map! Vanish from history...like Atlantis and Crete...!’ Meir says as his words leave a chill in the room.

‘Is there anything in the Pacific that could do this to us here?’

Meir thinks of any localized threats and can’t think of one. His mind goes to the one-of-many Aleutian volcanoes…they have produced tsunami’s in the past, but nothing of massive scale. His thoughts go south and think of a paper he read. ‘Mauna Loa!’ he says as he deliberates ‘About 110,000 years ago, a massive block of the volcano fell into the ocean and triggered a mega-tsunami that inundated the Hawaiian Islands to about 1,600 feet, as evident on the slopes of Kohala volcano. Let’s say, that a part of Maui or Hawaii Island were to collapse today…about, oh lets says 20 minutes ago…we’d have about 10 minutes to get to high ground. Every city on the west coast of North America and South America, below 300 feet would be destroyed! The cities closest to the ocean, completely gone!’

Meir opens his eyes as his phone is constantly vibrating, people finally taking his comments serious. He scrolls through the comments until he sees one from a fellow colleague at Menlo Park:

‘How Much Of Easter Island Slide Into The Ocean?’

Meir texts back:

‘All Of It…The Whole Damn Island!’ he adds ‘The Galapagos Islands Were Just Hit. Many Of The Islands Are Just Gone! Underwater Now! Reference Pictures…’

Second later:

‘Can You Come To Menlo Park?’

Meir wants to go, but he quickly types his warning.

‘Mega-Tsunami In Pacific Ocean, Heading Towards The West Coast Of America’s. You Need To Evacuate!’

He warns as he does not hear anything for awhile and considers that the conversation was purposely dropped. About an hour later, his phone vibrates again. This time it is from a friend in Alaska.

‘Meri, Don’t Come To West Coast! Tsunami Warning Issued…It Is Chaos Here! Give Me A Call When You Get This Message! - Melusine-Siyokoy’

Stories are coming into his Facebook feed about the tsunami that just devastated Panama. Looking out the windows, they are sopped in a thick cloud bank as rain pelts the window. The plane rocks hard as the air is turbulent, but soon they break through the storm and are approaching the coastline as Jen calls out for Meir.

“Meir!” Jen cries out as he snaps out of his day-dreaming and walks over to the cockpit as they soar through the clouds. The skyline opening as new clouds rise in the horizon. Black clouds rising from the ground as the city of Panama is on fire! The tsunami had arrived, and multiple waves continue to rip the city apart. About ten miles into the mainland, there are massive ships resting against the hillsides where the wave lost its power…the canal, gone. The people of Panama shall never awake from this nightmare!

#aqua #aquaman #atlantis #easter island #pacific ocean #tsunami #mers #mermaids #mermaid #merman #mermen #fish folk #fish peopl #legend of atlantis #disaster #transformation #transfiguration

3 notes · View notes

escapingreality1992 · 5 years ago

Text

Secret Pen Pals Ch. 10

Keira’s POV

Steve and I arrived at my apartment building and headed up the flight of stairs that led to my apartment door. We had been enjoying each other’s company on the way here. He asked me about my morning prior to running into him; quite literally, I might add. I asked him about his and it appeared we had another thing in common; running early in the morning. I had inquired about why he had chosen the coffee shop this morning.

“I had always seen it on my route that I take and never stopped by. I thought I might take a chance and see what it was like. I didn’t expect to run into you there. It was an impulse move I decided to take. I’m glad for it. It brought me to you,” he said. I unlocked my door with shaking hands, nervous to have him over to my home, something I only dreamed would happen.

I knew nothing intimate would happen between us given the fact that we had only officially met but knowing this did nothing for my nerves. It only increased them, and I had to take a deep breath to calm my hands, focusing on getting the key in the lock and opening the door. I couldn’t be happier, though, with the circumstances that led me to him this morning. I had to admit finding out that man I’d been writing to was Captain America came as a bit of a shock. Not that it mattered because he was still the man I fell in love. The man behind the mask if you will.

I never was one who cared about titles and I certainly wasn’t going to go around spreading the news that I had been writing to him, that he was my pen pal. I only wanted Steve Rogers, who made my world complete. Without him in it, I feared I would have a missing part to my soul.

I opened my apartment door and invited Steve inside; a mess appeared before him, which only made my nerves worse. Why didn’t I clean up before I left? Oh, right. I wasn’t expecting any guests, I thought to myself.

“Uh, sorry about the mess. I wasn’t really expecting anyone to come over this morning. I planned on tidying up later this afternoon,” I said, beginning to pick up the clothes strewn all over the living room and tossing them in the hamper near the coat rack. Laundry day wasn’t until tomorrow, but still I didn’t want him seeing the various articles of clothing I had yet to clean. I cleared off the coffee table, which consisted of dirty plates, mugs and cups. Not unusual to see; I had a habit of hanging out in the living room eating and drinking tea unless I felt the need to venture into the bedroom. He chuckled and I turned to face him.

“It’s alright. To be honest, it’s not even that messy. It’s nice to see a little mess. I’m used to being in a cleaner environment and I’ve seen worse mess than this. We’re always expecting someone at the compound, so we have to keep it clean all the time. Plus, with all the missions I’ve been on, enemies tend to help create destruction that people have to clean up,” he said. I cracked a smile and continued to clean up the rest of the dirty dishes, though in less of a hurry. I’d get the dishes later.

“Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind should I ever visit,” I stated. I froze, catching what I had said. “I mean, if you decided to…never mind,” I continued, flustered and looking down at my hands.

“Keira,” I looked up into his blue eyes. “I’m planning on inviting you over. You’re important to me now. Besides, I had hoped to introduce to my friends, maybe even spend the night there some days if need be,” he said. Heat flushed my cheeks, spreading down to my neck. I watched as he approached me, his hands taking mine. He intertwined our fingers as he brought them up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on both of my hands; the heat grew hotter now spreading everywhere in my body.

“I…uh…should change into something less stained. Feel free to make yourself at home. There’s water in the fridge and snacks in the pantry if you’re hungry. I’ll be just a few minutes,” I said. He nodded releasing my hands. I headed down the hall to my bedroom and slipped his jacket off my arms. Removing the stained tank top and sports bra, I pulled on a normal, nude-colored bra and a cream sweater. I yanked off my workout leggings and put on a pair of comfortable jeans, removing my socks. I hated wearing socks if I wasn’t going out anywhere and at the current moment, I didn’t dare think about leaving this apartment.

Steve’s POV While I waited for her to change, I checked my phone to see if there were any messages from anyone. You could never be too careful; I didn’t know if I needed to be somewhere in a moment’s notice. The phone lit up and nothing was there. No messages asking where I was, no important email asking for me to go to a mission. My day was free to do what I wanted, and I wanted to be here with Keira. Fate had accomplished its mission in bringing us together sooner. I felt bad about spilling coffee on her, but again we hadn’t been paying attention to our surroundings. She was warm and inviting and I could see our future piecing itself together. We were meant to be.

I thought about her appearance; lean and slightly muscular, hips swaying just enough to make me aroused. Olive green eyes which lit up when she was talking about something she loved, long, light brown hair which, in a ponytail reached in between her shoulder blades. Full, pink lips begging to be kissed. She was beautiful and damn, did she look good in my jacket.

I could spend all night with her if I chose to, but it would be up to her; maybe if we continued to talk, things would just end up happening. I had made a note in the back of my mind to cook her dinner tonight, make it our first official date. I desired to kiss her and hold her, not having a care in the world who knew. I only wanted her. The few minutes appeared to take longer than expected and then I heard the twist of the doorknob and out she walked carrying my jacket.

If I thought she looked good in her workout outfit and my jacket, she really looked magnificent in a sweater and jeans, which hugged her curves perfectly. Damn, I’m really in trouble now, I thought, giving her a smile as she continued her way to me.

Keira’s POV

I walked down the hallway, pulling my hair out of the elastic holding it hostage. I ran my fingers through the tresses to where it lay evenly down my back, a few strands coming to rest on my shoulders. I had Steve’s jacket in hand intending to return it to him. I spotted him sitting on the couch, one leg propped up on a few cushions, the other on the floor. As I handed it back to him, he shook his head.

“Keep it. It looks better on you anyway. Can I ask you a question?” he said. I hung the jacket on the coat rack with the rest of my favorites I constantly wore, seating myself beside him on the couch afterwards.

“Sure. What do you want to know?”

“Can I hold you? At least while we talk,” he asked, his cheeks flushing pink, a small smile on his lips. I returned the smile, knowing the answer.

“I’d like that,” He gestured for me to come closer, moving his leg in order for me to rest my head comfortably on his chest, my body fitting in between his two legs like a puzzle piece. His arms encircled my waist, his hands once again linking with mine.

“Alright, first question. What made you sign up for the pen pal event?” he asked. He kissed the top of my head, causing me to snuggle into him further.

“Hmmm…I thought it was kind of fun and interesting. Something different. Something out of my comfort zone. It’s not something you see or do every day. I thought it could connect me to someone outside of the people I usually hang out with. Even if I only got a new friendship out of it,” I answered.

“Instead it brought you to love. To me,”

“Yeah, but it was worth it. If you asked me if I’d change anything, I’d say no. I got to connect to you in more ways than one. What about you? Why did you sign up?”

“I suppose I wanted the same thing. A connection. New friends. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends. They’re family to me, but I wanted to meet someone outside of my line of work. Plus, I haven’t written a letter in a long time. It brought me back to my roots in some way. It was nice to write to someone again,” he said.

“It’s comforting I think, to be able to write to someone. Someone you love or really connect to. I don’t know why people don’t’ do it more often. Does anyone know about the letters?” I said, tracing a small pattern on the back of his hand. He shivered a little at the touch.

“No one did at first. Then, Natasha got the mail one day and came across one of the letters. She asked about you and then when she found out I hadn’t told Bucky, she made me tell him as well. Tony suspects something since the first letter arrived because he was the one who picked up the mail that day. I don’t think he really knows anything or he’s pretending not to. He’s not brought it up since, so I’m not sure. At the moment, just two people,” he said.

“What did they think of it?”

“Bucky loved the idea. Thought it was great I found someone. He’s always loved letters though. Another romantic like me, though he used to flirt a little more. He’s not as flirty now. He’s been through a lot. Natasha was wary about it at first. I think she’s come around to it now. Both questioned why I hadn’t said anything about being Captain America. I wanted to say something in the second letter and then when your birthday came around, but I guess I feared your reaction,” he said.

“Why?” I asked. He sighed, removing his hands to rub my shoulders, trailing them down to my arms and returning them to my hands.

“Most people, women especially, tend to be overly ecstatic when they meet me or hear about me in the news, benefits, etc. I’ve had the classic case where women will voluntarily throw themselves at me to date me. Well, not me exactly. They want the hero; they want Captain America. They’ve never wanted the real me, the person behind the mask. I had one relationship with a girl inside the job; Sharon Carter, but it didn’t work out. But, the rest of them want to boast to their friends and family that they’re dating an Avenger,”

“Hell, we’ve all had it happen at least once. I didn’t want you to be the same. I liked you. A lot. I still do. I love you, for crying out loud. I think it would’ve broken my hear if you had turned out to be like everyone else,” he confessed.

“When did you realize that I wasn’t?”

“Around the third letters, with your birthday. The fourth letters really captured my attention though. You had asked about my oldest friend and you wanted to know things about me. You were genuine and when you offered to make the blanket. Everything after those letters pulled me in deeper and before I knew it, I had fallen in love with you. You read a book recommendation and I felt connected with you while we were watching the storm together,” he said.

We talked like this for hours, occasionally switching positions on the couch, still touching whenever possible; it started creeping into lunch hour and both of us were starting to get hungry again. I ordered pizza to quench the hunger and we continued talking and laughing at things we’d joke about. The conversation flowed well, and we learned things about each other that we vowed not to tell anyone.

“You should probably know Nat looked into you. She went to a grocery store one day and talked to you. She told me she was concerned you were someone you’re not. It ultimately backfired on her. Apparently, she’d grown to like you,” he said. I choked on my soda, wiping the liquid from my chin when it dribbled out of my mouth.

“Wait, she’s the one who asked about where I was from. She laughed about the whole bread and milk thing where people stock up on it. She seemed surprised I liked storms. I didn’t realize she was the same Natasha in your letters. We had book club. We’ve even made plans to hang out again,”

“Sorry about that. I wanted you to know before I bring you by the compound. In case, her prying upset you. At least you’ll know a familiar face apart from mine,” Steve said.

“No, no. I’m not upset. I understand why she did it. She was concerned for your safety. I really like her. She’s a good friend…acquaintance. I hope she’ll be a friend someday. She’s pretty awesome either way. She’s the one who’s engaged to Wanda, right?” Steve nodded. “Good for them. They sound like a sweet couple,” I said.

“They are. I’m positive they’re going to love you. I’m not sure they’ve ever met anyone with your personality and take on things. They’re kind of used to people who don’t have an open mind. It’s refreshing to see someone who views the world differently,” Steve said.

“Wait a minute. Does this mean your friend Bucky is the Winter Soldier? I know, he’s not the lethal assassin he used to be, that he’s part of the team. But is he?” Steve tensed at the question and I worried I hit a nerve.

“Yeah. He’s a good guy. No question about it. Nothing to worry about. I promise he won’t hurt you. He’s not like that anymore. The things they…that HYDRA…did to him were…”

“Horrible, I know,” At his confused glance, his body more tense as he waited for my response, I clarified what I was about to say. “I read up on him. Not in a bad way, not in a judgmental way. I got curious about him because of the incident in Germany a few years ago. Something felt off about it and I wanted to know more. So, I researched him a bit. He was a victim. I don’t think people realize that about him. Except you guys, I’m sure. I’m not worried. I’ll be happy to meet him if you want me to,” I admitted. Steve’s body relaxed completely at my words.

“You’re right. No one knows it. Or if they do, they don’t believe it. He might be shy when he meets you. It’s how he is around newer people. Don’t take it personally. He’ll open up to you eventually,”

“Steve. It’ll be fine. I promise. I’ll give Bucky as much kindness as I can. My fatal flaw, I think. Too much compassion, too much kindness,” I said. I smiled at him, one hand covering his. He nodded, flipping it over to take my hand and give it a gentle squeeze. We moved from the subject of his friends and more about our lives. The gala came up with the mention of Jana and I was shocked to know we were both in attendance.

“You mean to tell me we were only a few feet apart from each other? If I had approached her instead of dealing with the asshole, she tried to set me up with, I would have met you sooner? That’s kind of funny. I’m sorry Jana came on to you like she did. When she gets a little alcohol in her system, she gets a little flirty,”

“Yeah, a little doesn’t begin to cover it. She wanted to take me home for “security”. By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you how you didn’t know I was Captain America earlier,” he said.

“You mean the names? I didn’t connect the two for some reason. I thought you were another Steve Rogers that wasn’t in relation to Captain America. I did think it was weird, though, at how the women were acting when we received the pen pals. They kept looking at the sheet they were given and back at the sign-up sheet, but still I never made the connection,” I answered. A soft ping went off on the coffee table capturing our attention. I watched as Steve picked up his phone and read the message that lit up on the screen.

“Something wrong? Is there something important? Do you need to go?” I asked, picking up the plates and empty pizza box. I didn’t want him to go just yet, but if duty called, I might not have a choice in the matter.

“No. Tony is asking where I am. Do you…should I tell him? Is it okay? I know this has been a secret, but I understand if you’re not comfortable going semi-public yet. At least with them,”

“You can tell him. If that’s what you want. Unless you’d rather wait to see where this goes,” I said, turning on the sink faucet. I ran the water over the plates, squirting liquid soap to clean off the crumbs and anything left from our fingers and mouths. Of course, I wanted to tell him to reveal our relationship, but I wasn’t sure what that might mean. I also worried that he might not want the relationship to go any further, though we were having a good time today. I jumped a little when I turned to place the plate on the drying rack and smacked into Steve’s chest.

“I’m ready to tell them if you are. Tell me what you want Keira. I’ll do whatever you want. Just tell me. I want this relationship to continue. I know what I want. I want you. I need you and I’m willing to reveal all to my friends everything about us. But if that’s not what you want then I won’t,” he said. He hooked a thumb under my chin to turn my face to his. My lips parted, my breathing becoming a little shallow. I knew my answer, I had known it the second he step foot in my apartment.

“Tell them. I want you Steve. I’ve always wanted you. Ever since the first letter. Tell them everything,” I said in a low voice. He nodded and using his free hand sent out the message we both wanted to send.

“Now about the first date,” he said. His breath fanned over my skin, warm and stirring inside me. His thumb was still hooked under my chin, also warm. God, how I wanted him to kiss me. Screw the first date. I wanted his lips on mine now.

“Should we stick to the 20th or-,” I said instead, hating myself for holding back.

“I think it should be tonight. I’ll cook something for us to eat here. I want it to be tonight because I desire to do something right this instant. If you’ll let me,” he said, his hand moving to tangle in my hair at the back of head. He leaned down to capture my lips, no hesitation on my part, in a kiss. He tasted good; though the taste of pizza remained, there was a mint taste to him mixed with honey. Sweet, sweet honey. Intoxicating, warm honey. My hands traveled up to his neck and continued upwards from there, so my fingers could card themselves in his hair. The kiss lasted maybe a minute, thought it felt like five, and he pulled away, his pupils dilated with desire.

“What do you think about Italian food?” he asked.

“I love it,” We raided my pantry for the noodles, tomatoes, marinara sauce and various spices to put in it. Steve found the chicken breasts in the fridge and parmesan cheese, settling on making chicken parmesan for the night. We continued our conversation, making plans to head over to the compound in the next few days. After dinner, his phone chimed several times and he checked it to make sure he wasn’t called out for a mission.

“Bucky and Nat are checking up on me this time. I think Tony may have said something to everyone,”

“What makes you think that?”

“They’re all asking to send a picture of you. Plus, they’re cheering about this. What do you say to coming over tomorrow for lunch? I think they’re eager to meet you and if I don’t bring you over soon, I fear they’ll come over here and ambush you,” he said.

“I have to dog sit for a few days, but I’m sure I can spare a few hours to come visit,”

“Great. I’ll let them know. FYI, they may or may not prepare a giant feast for you. Nat and Wanda might kidnap you to go shopping,” he said.

“We’re already hanging out next week, so I won’t be surprised,” I told him. He smiled and helped me clean up. Long after dinner, we had made our way to the bedroom; he wanted a tour of the small apartment. Steve was impressed by my organizational skills and the trinkets hanging on the bookshelves. Even admired how I had framed his doodles, the dog with the yarn still on my desk for inspiration. We traded numbers and took a picture to share with his friends, cuddling on the bed. We kept talking well into the night; I set the alarm on my phone, turning out the light on my side of the bed, curling up into him. Eventually, I got up and changed into pajamas, Steve’s arms enveloping me again.

As we continued talking, sleepiness reared its head and I yawned during parts of our conversation, until at last, sleep took over and I fell asleep tucked against him.

Steve’s POV

The whole day I spent with Keira talking and now she had fallen asleep in my arms. I smiled and covered us with some of the blankets she had made. I checked my phone again and discovered a whole new flood of texts on the screen. Everyone had reacted to the photo of us, saying she was gorgeous, beautiful and every other variation of those words. Some of them were questions:

BUCKY: Are you coming back tonight? Or staying there with her?

NATASHA: Did you kiss here Will she come by tomorrow? Did you tell her about me checking on her? Wanda is already excited.

TONY: Where did you meet this chick? How long have you known each other? Why didn’t you tell us? I’m glad you found someone to love.

THOR: We should throw a feast. I’ll tell Loki to be nice and not play pranks.

SAM: Finally!

BUCKY: I’m excited to have another addition to our family.

NATASHA: This is cause for celebration. You’re probably going to marry that girl. Probably after Wanda and I do.

I smiled and replied to the questions and silenced my phone for the rest of the night, turning my attention to the woman asleep against me. I stroked her hair, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. Reaching behind me, I shut off the lamp and held her close, her steady breathing lulling me into dreamland. Beside the woman I’d love to someday call my wife.

0 notes

alwayslistentoyourdreams · 8 years ago

Text

Ask me!

1. Do you ever get good morning text from anyone? Yes, almost every morning :)

2. If your significant other smoked, would you care? Yes I would.. I have nothing against smoking people, but I wouldn’t like it if my boyfriend smoked :/ It’s bad for his health and it makes his breath smell and his teeth will begin to rotten.. Just ew :p

3. Do you find it easy to trust people? Not at all. The older I get the more I have trust issues with people, even the ones I’ve known for a long long time.

4. What were you doing at 11pm last night? Crawling under the blanket and trying to warm up while texting my significant other (if I can say so) ;)

5. You’re drunk and lost walking down the road, who is with you? Helena ♥♥♥♥♥♥

6. What is the real reason you are confused right now? Not having control over situations and being scared to lose the ones I love.

7. What would you do if you found out your were cheated on? First, I would be really sad, angry.. Then I would start overthinking and make it worse for myself. But it would take very long for me to be able to love again, or even trust again..

8. Are you code with your dad? nope

9. You can only drink one liquid for the rest of your life, what is it? Sparkling water hahaha, or sparkling wine is good as well ;)

10. Were you happier 4 months ago than you are now? No :)

11. What was your thought before you went to bed last night? ‘I wish I could be with you right now’

12. Have you cried in the past week? Jup xp me is a crybaby ;p

13. Do people ever call you by your last name? my father -.-

14. Are you keeping anything from your best friend right now? Not on purpose, no :)

15. Do you have a secret that you have never told anyone? I can’t think of one right now acc :/

16. If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? Something that’s not showing, so I’d go for belly button piercing :p

17. Do you believe exes can be friends? I think it depends on the sort of people and the reason why they broke up.. when they had a good understanding at the end, why not? Although I couldn’t be friends anymore, I think it’s possible :)

18. Why aren’t you pursuing the person that you like? I am :)

19. What part of the person’s body do you find most attractive? The face, in particular the eyes.

20. Would you get involved with someone if they have a child already? If the child would like and accept me, why not?

21. If you are single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship? I guess I’m not really single..?

22. Do you prefer a monogamous relationships or dating other various people? Monogamy pls!! :D

23. Are you to shy to ask someone out? If I’d really like the person, why not ? :p

24. What’s the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Their hands and fingers, really weird xp

25. Would you put yourself first in a life threatening situation? No :)

26. Would you either make out with a complete stranger or sleep with your best friend? I did the last one already and I wouldn’t change a thing ;)

27. If you had to choose 2 celebrities for a threesome, who would it be? Kristen Stewart and Keira Knightley :p

28. Would you treat your friends different if you were rich and famous? No :)

29. Do you believe people need breaks from each other in relationships? If the relationship is working as it should, no :)

30. How do you feel about what happens after death? It’s a mystery, I don’t think death is the end.. There must be some place the soul goes to..

31. If you could have your hair dyed any color you wanted, which color would you choose? Auburn

32. Have you ever experienced something that just could not be logically explained? Yeah today!! Hahaha

33. If you won the lotto and millions in cash, what would be the first thing you would do? Get out of the country to a warm and sunny land and start a B&B :p

34. Which fictional character would you like to hang out with for a day? Jack Sparrow

35. Who is the one person in your life who can always make you smile? Helena :)

36. Would you date someone 3 years younger than you are? Now? No..

37. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? Yep, I can :D

38. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? Last year, starting in April..

39. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? My boy :)

40. Suppose you see your ex kissing another person, what would you do? Be happy he found what he was looking for :)

41. Have you ever found it hard to speak your mind? Yes, when I was younger, in class, I was really quiet.. And now, when I am really emotional, things run through my head, but often I’m unable to speak what I think or feel..

42. Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette? Yes :)

43. If you could choose one family member to go on a holiday vacation with, who would it be? Tantie, because she would deserve and need it the most :)

44. Someone on the street ask you if you have money to spare. What do you do? Probably say no..

45. Do you have a particular song that you feel deeply about? This James Arthur song: Say you won’t let go..

46. If you had 2 days to spend 1 million dollars, what are you buying? Tons of food and medicines for the people who really need it, a car, a laser-hair-remover-treatment, lots of chocolate, and a house with a pool.

47. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Less than before :p

48. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? The way I care too much, too easily about people who don’t give a damn about me.

49. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two

50. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? My father and Trump

51. If you were famous, what would you be famous for? My clumsiness and stupid remarks xp

52. What is the best advice you can give someone who is feeling down? Everything is going to be fine. You only live once, so enjoy your time and take life from the bright side :)

53. What is one word that describes yourself? Messy

54. If you could become an animal for a day, what would you be? A horse, or a dog, or a rabbit :p

55. Do you prefer the beach, city, or mountains? Omg that’s an evil question :o I like the three of them… But if I must choose, the beach :)

56. If you are being extremely quiet, what does that mean? Either I’m tired or hungry, or something is really wrong :p

57. Do you believe in love at first sight? I do :)

58. Dumbest lie you have ever told? I’m going to sleep, and then lay awake for the next two hours :p

59. If you could have a large collection of one item, what would it be? Perfume flasks :p

60. What female celebrity do you wish was your sister? If I’d really must choose: Lauren Jauregui :p

61. If money cannot buy happiness, can you truly be happy without money? I think you need money to live basicly.. But I’d be able to be happy with living a common life :)

62. A song you would love to be played at your wedding? Hips don’t lie ;p

63. Do you hate the person that you fell the hardest for? If he’s being a jerk, I kinda do ;)

64. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Not really.. but if I’d tell you, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore ;)

65. Is it more important to love or to be loved? If you love someone who doesn’t love you back, it will feel like you’re reaching for a goal you’ll never get. So what’s the purpose on destroying your heart who doesn’t deserve it? So I think being loved is more important to be able to love someone in return :)

66. Who are the 3 most important people in your life at this moment? My boy, my mom, my grandma

67. Is it better to have an open mind in this society? Yes, things sometimes get so weird, and you need to accept them, so yes, an open mind is quite needed :p

68. What do you sometimes pretend you understand when you really don’t? politics hahaha

69. Are you depending on anyone at the moment? I try to be independent, let’s keep it that way for a while :)

70. Are first impressions important to you? Yes, they can change tho.. But they remain how someone appears to you :)

0 notes