I've always admired the way he can focus on a task. He gets that special look on his face, intense and entirely absorbed in his work. [...]
However now, for the first time, he's directing that attention to me. My heart quickens under his intense look and I straighten my shoulders, acutely aware of him perceiving me.
Peeta asks Katniss to teach him how to braid.
Happy Birthday to my friend @shewakessupwiththesun! Hope you have the loveliest day! I know you have amazing hair, and somehow I came up with this 😅
Everyone, please go check out her fic The Birdsong Calls Me Home, a post Mockingjay fic in which Burdock returns home after the rebellion. I adore this fic so much, highly recommend!!!
Also huge thank you to @firehelpmeforget for making sure this is legible <3
disclaimer: purely based on how i perceive each characters
(sugawara, hinata, akaashi, & suna)
✨ SUGAWARA: he has phrases rehearsed in his head on how he should tell you about his desire to hold hands with you, practicing it alone in his room only to catch himself feeling awkward. giving up, he decided to go with the flow. so after classes and training, you wait for him outside the gym. you tell him about getting an unexpectedly high score on your tests. he cheers for you proud of your achievement. he keeps his left hand in the air asking for a quick high five. you spring up on your toes as your hand strikes with his'. his hand immediately clapses around yours the moment it makes contact. he doesn't let go of your hand. in fact, he walks it off like nothing happened. you call for his name confused with his sudden strange act. he bats an eye at you humming as if asking you what's wrong. "you are so weird, suga, and very romantic." you sarcastically say as you let out an airy laugh teasing him with his unforeseen affection. "yeah?" he says nonchalantly as he unrolls his fingers spreading it at the expanse of your palm. his fingertips momentarily meeting with yours before sliding his fingers between the cracks of your hand intertwining it before squeezing it tightly. your teasing laugh ceases and your tongue is tied. you once had the upper hand but now he's taken over your racing heart.
✨ HINATA: he hasn't done it before. he might have wondered about how your hand feels like when folded against his' but he has never given it a shot. not until today. when your tempting hand slightly brushes against his' sending electricity at the surface of his skin as you walk beside him. his body jerks at the tiny sting waking up his dozing senses and suddenly he's blushing. he keeps his eyes pivoted at anywhere but yours. a stranger pushes you to your side as he walks past the two of you making you slightly nudge the orange-headed boy. your knuckles once again touches his'. unable to resist your luring sweeps, he hooks his pinky finger around yours stopping you from springing back to your original spot. your body tenses. he turns his head at you searching for your eyes. "can i hold you?" he mumbles. his crimson cheeks matching yours. you gulped in air unable to pronounce words. hence, you nod at him your vision taking in the boy next to you. his fingers traces yours traveling finger by finger until his hand reaches the space between your forefinger and thumb. subsequently, his fingers swiftly interlocking with yours. "keep your eyes on the road. you might trip." he points out pulling you back to reality not knowing that you've unconsciously kept your pupils glued to him the whole time.
✨ AKAASHI: "i've always wanted to try something." akaashi blurts out making you pull your eyes at him. "what is it?" you ask tilting your head to the side as you watch his face wrinkle in thought. he raises one hand at mid-level with his palm facing the sky. he looks at you keenly as if waiting for you to mimic him and so you did. you flipped your hand out, your palm facing upward. you curve your eyebrow at him confused with his sudden experiment. he gently places his hand on top of yours, inspecting the size difference. "your hand is so small." he says before he curls his fingers between yours the tips of his' touching the back of your hand. he brings your joined hands at an eye level twisting it and turning it as if he was examining a specimen. "akaashi, what are you-" he cuts you off before you could finish your sentence. "still so small." you wanted to bicker at him, your mind coming up with thousands of witty comebacks but unabling you to do so as he did the unexpected. he brings your hand to his lips before softy placing a soft kiss at your protruded middle knuckle. you can feel his soft warm heaves as he looks at you through his lashes, your hand still near his lips silencing your voice.
✨ SUNA: suna has always been your comfort person. he might not be as grandiose with words in comparison to other people but he has never once made you feel incomplete. you two are on your way to meet with his family. during the whole drive to the cafe suna already had an idea of your creeping anxiety. maybe because you begin to senselessly scrape the skin on your thumb or the way your legs bounce unconsciously. you arrive at the place seeing that his family has already settled in. sitting next to him you place your trembling hands on your lap flashing his family a teeth-showing smile. suna kept glancing at you eyeing your collected facade. "we should order." he says to his mother while his hand makes its way to yours. his palm hovers over the back of your hand. his fingers digging onto the skin of your thighs. he faintly lifts your hand so his fingers can make its way around, enveloping your hand. his hand is warmer than last time you remember holding it. his thumb moves lightly back and forth against your skin in a carressing manner. his small gesture soothing your tensed nerves. you look over to him locking eyes. "it's okay." he mouths the words to you. his lips pulling into an easing smile. he kept his hand over yours for the whole time not minding the inconveniece of using one hand.
a/n: i only have one brain cell left *waddles out* *comes back, forgetting something* thanks for reading! *exits again*
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Sorry for the wait!! I’ve been super busy not studying for my finals... running from your problems is hard work yanno.
I’ll be posting the full version of this prompt on my ao3 for anyone who’d rather read it there. Thanks for being patient with me!
It was a little before quarter to 8 when Keith finally made it to the bakery. He opened the door to the subtle chiming of a bell, the sound bouncing off the walls of the empty room. The place was small, but it was clean and nicely decorated. The shop consisted of a large counter and display case, which housed an assortment of equipment and a large chalkboard menu from behind, and a few quaint tables to eat at. However, his attention was instantly drawn to the walls that were painted a nice, airy blue. The bakery was warm in comparison to the crisp fall air outside, and yet being surrounded by such a soft blue reminded Keith of a cool sea breeze, or the mist that cascaded from breaking waves. The cool contrast of the ocean blues and the warm, homey smell of baked goods was a little disarming, and yet Keith found himself instinctively drawn in by the unique marriage of them both. As he made his way further inside, he could hear the distant sound of music coming from somewhere deep in the store. It was cheerful and bright, and although he knew he must have been imagining it, he could almost make out the sound of a sweet ocean breeze swaying along to each note, only drawing him further into the sea. He walked up to the display case, peaking in at what remained after the long day. The display was near empty, so he busied himself by combing through the assortment of labels marking empty rows. Strawberry Cheesecake, Coconut Cream Pie, Pecan Banana Bread… At the sound of hurried footsteps rounding the corner from what appeared to be the back baking area, Keith reflexively began to speak.
“I’m not sure if you have any left… I know I’m here pretty late. But, any chance you have any cinnamon bagels?” He remained partially lost in thought, mind still adrift at sea. His gaze continued to fixate on the display rather than meet the eyes of person he now spoke to.
“No worries!” The voice from behind the counter rang clear and bright. “We do, you won’t find them in there though.” Keith looked up as he continued to speak, following the voice. The sound carried his focus to a tall boy with a wide, goofy smile and kind eyes. He watched as the speaker cocked his head to the display, gesturing toward the empty case as he spoke. “I’ve been keeping a few extra in the back for-“ the boy continued, pausing for a moment “Well, they’ve been pretty popular lately.” Keith’s eyes continued to drink him in, utterly fixated. He wore a white apron over a light purple t-shirt, both garments sprinkled in powder. Despite slight bags under his eyes, he beamed down at him. Keith realized with a start that his eyes mirrored the soft blue of the walls. “What would you like on it?” Keith sucked in a breath.
“Uh…” Under his gaze, Keith immediately felt self-conscious about his appearance, remembering in grueling detail how long it had been since he had washed his hair, the carelessness with which he had thrown his hair up. He could feel his ears and cheeks, which were already rosy from the brisk walk to the marketplace, begin to warm. “If it’s not too much trouble… cream cheese on one side, and butter on the other.” His sentence trailed off in a low mumble and his eyes fell to his hands. He nervously began to thread his fingers together, palms quickly clamming. “Oh, please!” He tripped over his words, practically shouting them. He looked back up, surprised to see that the boy hadn’t moved, but was instead staring at him like he’d just stumbled upon something interesting. He laughed loudly in response to Keith’s outburst, face creasing and dimples appearing on both sides of his cheeks. For a moment, Keith felt like he was floating. The laugh wasn’t patronizing but kind, and it cascaded over him like ripples drifting outward in a pool. Their eyes met, and Keith thought for a moment that he might burn up on the spot.
“You must be Keith,” the boy smiled, dimples digging deeper into flushed cheeks. “Shiro’s your brother, right? He’s told me a lot about you.” He chuckled before continuing “Nobody but him ever asks for that order.” He turned slightly, craning toward the door that led to the back of the shop. He stopped mid-stance, however, to pause and look at Keith. Waiting, Keith realized, for a reply.
“Uh, y-yeah. Shiro’s my brother.” His throat felt like it was choked for air, words coming out low and patchy. In response, Keith received quite possibly the softest smile he’d ever seen.
“I’ll be right back with that bagel.” He chirped in reply, walking happily out of the room and into the back. After a few moments, Keith let out a long held breath, the tension in his body causing it to sound more like a strangled gasp as it escaped his lips. Suddenly, the entire set up of the bakery made sense. The ocean blues, the music that had him day dreaming of the sea, the warmth that somehow tied it all together. He felt like he’d wadded too far into the ocean, only to be swept helplessly away by an over zealous undertow. He saw light purple quickly come back around the corner, bagel in hand. Humming quietly to himself, the boy began to prep Keith’s order. Keith squirmed, desperately trying to figure out what to do with his hands.
“My name’s Lance, by the way.” The boy, Lance, spoke. His eyes remained trained on his work, but his voice carried the same smile that was spread across his lips. “I was wondering if I’d ever get the chance to meet the person who keeps ordering my cinnamon bagels… or if Shiro would play delivery boy forever.” He laughed quietly to himself as he said so, quickly adding “Not that I mind talking to your brother, he’s very good company.” Lance. Lance. The name hit him like a pound of bricks, heavy and sudden. The baker, the one who’d won over his tastes buds on the first go, who had taken over his father’s business, and who Shiro had been on and on about for weeks was here, standing in front of him, with nimble fingers and ocean eyes. The threads began to unravel in his mind one by one; why Shiro had mentioned his name so much, why he hadn’t been letting Keith eat in peace, why he stood here now. His mind spun and spun, the sudden buzzing of his phone from his hoodie pocket snapping him back into reality. He whipped it out, chasing the sensation that had temporarily anchored him. He unlocked his screen to see a picture of Shiro shooting him a peace sign, tongue stuck out. He was in their living room, clearly not still at work, caption reading plain and clear underneath: “Just kidding.” Before Keith could process the new information, his phone buzzed again, a new message popping up from his brother: “My final delivery: one cute baker, get em’ while he’s hot. ;)”
“I’m gunna kill him!” He stammered, mouth speaking before his mind had the chance to catch up. His eyes remained glued to his phone in utter disbelief, mouth falling open in a comical gape. Somewhere deep in his gut, he could feel a small fire begin to spark. The smoke rose and rose until it reached his cheeks, and –
Oh, Lance was staring at him. He was holding a paper bag in one hand and a steaming cup of tea in the other. Had Keith asked for a tea? He’d wanted to, but had he forgotten? He figured he might have… so how had Lance known? It was probably because of Shiro… Oh, Shiro. Wait, Lance was staring at him. Realization flooded over him, Lance’s perplexed gaze effectively dousing his fire and completely deflating him. His arms shot up immediately, palms facing out and waving frantically. “Not you!” he blurted, a violent blush sprouting up his neck “U-uh… my brother!” Lance continued to stare, expression unreadable as he set down the package and tea he was holding. At this point, Keith figured his face must match the colour of his hoodie. “Not that I’d actually kill him!” He stumbled and stumbled, wracking his brain for anything he could use to explain his way out of this. “I mean, I spoke without thinking… he just sent me a text and-“ oh no, you can’t tell him what it said “Uhhh…. well, he sort of tricked me, and it surprised me… and…” He was interrupted by a burst of laughter. For a moment, Keith thought he had absolutely lost his mind. But Lance was laughing, loud and clear and without reservation. He clutched at his stomach with one hand and attempted to wipe at the tears spilling from the sides of his eyes with the other. His laugh filled the room in waves, lifting and breaking, until it bubbled all around him. For some reason, all the tension in Keith’s body eased at the light, carefree sound.
“I’m sorry.” Lance gasped between laughs, still holding his stomach. Once he’d calmed enough to speak clearly, he continued. “I didn’t mean to laugh at you.” His cheeks were patchy and rosy, and his face was still creased and bright with hints of laughter. “I have siblings… I get it, they mess with you. It can get pretty crazy.” Still smiling, he glanced at the watch on the underside of his wrist. He made his way over to the front of the shop, wiping at his eyes again as he did so, and flipped the sign on the door from “Open” to “Closed.” When he was back behind the counter, he spoke again. “Your order’s ready.” He glanced down at where he’d set the items on the counter. Keith followed his gaze, and felt his shoulders slacken.
“Oh, right, sorry.” Keith fumbled with his wallet, searching for change. He didn’t blame Lance for wanting him to leave, he had come in late… and probably freaked him the hell out. He tried not to appear too dejected as he handed the amount displayed on the register to Lance.
“I still have to close up shop.” Lance spoke suddenly, sentence trailing as though he was thinking aloud. “But, I’m pretty interested in hearing about how the ever-polite Shiro tricked his little brother…” Keith’s entire body perked without his consent, and Lance’s expression softened. “You can stay and eat here as I close, if you want to tell me.”
“If you don’t mind the company.” Keith replied, a little too quickly. “I jump at any chance to ruin Shiro’s spotless reputation. Man’s not as innocent as he seems.” Lance laughed again, this time low and quiet.
Peeta blinks a few times, as if he forgot what we're talking about. "Oh… uhm… A few loaves. I was thinking plain, one with seeds, one with raisin and…"
I take another bite, but the honey drips from my bread — right onto my chest. Peeta stops mid sentence.
Katniss is desperate for her husband's attention, and she'll find a way to get it.
Happy Birthday to my friend @anotherunderpaidartist! Last month we had a conversation about honey that inspired this fic. You may have forgotten it, but I certainly didn't!
This is probably the filthiest thing I will ever write, so don't expect any more of this from me, lol 🤭
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Based on the infamous line “…if it weren’t for the baby.”
After a sleeping pill induced nightmare causes Katniss to act a bit more irrationally than she usually would, the course of her relationship with Peeta is irreversibly altered. What will happen when they find out they have to go back into the arena?
Finally got another chapter for you all! Please enjoy <3
I was tagged by the wonderful @electrictouchfob, thank you so much!!! It's been a while, and I'm so so sorry to keep you all waiting! Anyway, I've been sorting out my life, but I also finally found the time to write a little more!
softly tagging @hopeandwhiteliquor, @anotherunderpaidartist, @princesspufflesposts and @jayellebewriting
EDIT: This was an April fool's, of course the baby is Peeta's 🤭
