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MEME / ACCEPTING. ( 41 )

         Things had been good for so long Peeta could almost forget that they had ever been bad, they were good for so long Peeta could pretend that they were a normal couple planning to get married and have a child, the thing was, one could only pretend for so long before the nightmare that was reality caught up. He had been warned, he had been told on multiple occasions that while he was stable, flashbacks were always a possibility much more so in the first few years. He had been lucky, he had few and far in between, most of the time he was alone and he came back to himself before it was too late.

He knew it was coming the way one knows when they might get a headache, the slow build in the back of his mind telling him to be careful, of course he ignored it, there was nothing wrong. Nothing bad could happen. Not now.

 How wrong he was. 

Meme : accepting 45. 

It was wet and cold outside, the weather matching their mood all too well. Katniss had spent a few days in the hospital recovering from her bullet wound and when she was well enough to go home she was ordered to rest the rest of the week. Of course she had never been good at following instructions given to her by a doctor and it had caused endless fights.

Eventually they had been instructed to go to therapy multiple times a week and he always accompanied her, knowing it was best if he was around, she didn’t exactly enjoy being told what to do and she was known to be a bit... explosive when she wanted to be.  It was a long process, her shoulder had been damaged and they were working on mobility, this would have been difficult for anyone but giving that she was four months pregnant, there wasn’t much that put her in a good mood lately. He knew this wasn’t entirely her fault and had warned the therapist about this but of course it only went so far.

@mocking-jxy

followed you onto the moodboard bandwagon, bae!

mocking-jxy:

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19: Forceful Kiss

Things just hadn’t been the same between Gale and Katniss since she’d returned from the Games. She knew part of it had to do with her own struggles of PTSD, but the other had to do with Peeta. It was obvious Gale hadn’t liked what he’d seen on the screen between the two of them. But it had been about survival. How could he blame her for playing the star crossed lovers scenario? It hadn’t even been her idea.

The previous morning when he hadn’t shown up to their spot to hunt she’d finally had it. They had to fix this awkwardness between them. The only way she knew how was to chance making it even more awkward. Katniss quickly left her house in Victor’s Village and headed towards the mines where she knew Gale would be leaving his shift. It didn’t take her long to spot him, but she waited along the side of the building, waiting for him to come her way. She knew he cut through there as a short cut for the way home.

When he arrived, she spoke up. “Gale!” The victor walked towards him, her walking pace showing how determined she was to do this. To not back down. Upon reaching him, Katniss grabbed onto the front of his work shirt and pulled him to her, before leaning up to close the height distance between them, and crashed her lips onto his in a forceful kiss, the dirt from the mines transferring from him onto her.

Maybe some of his reasons for skipping a day of hunting with Katniss had been kind of petty, especially now that his job in the mines meant he only really had time to head into the woods on Sundays, but he wasn’t ready to admit that to himself just yet. That didn’t change the fact that things were weird between them, though, and had been since the initial relief of her returning home from the Games, safe and alive, had worn off. Or that neither of them had any idea what to do about the awkwardness, given that they both sucked at dealing with that kind of thing.

He was surprised when she showed up outside of the mines, right where he turned to take the shortcut to the Seam. He was exhausted and covered in coal dust, and maybe he should’ve seen it coming. He’d known she wouldn’t be too impressed that he’d been a no-show yesterday. What he never would’ve been able to predict, however, was the way she grabbed his collar to pull him down to her level. Or the way her lips met his in a startling, hungry embrace. 

mocking-jxy:

    “What do you mean there’s no more?”