#if i think of him too much i might explode

[peachversace]

[ sfw ] — fluff ; bakugou katsuki x reader

“You’re cleaning that up,” you say, fixing Katsuki with your best exasperated look as you gesture to the mess in the bakery kitchen. Flour is scattered across the counter, eggs are cracked on the floor, and the sugar jar looks like it exploded in the crossfire. The chaos is entirely Katsuki’s fault—of course it is. Only your boyfriend would think it’s a good idea to try and put you in a headlock while you’re focused on baking a cake for tomorrow morning’s lineup.

He stares at the mess for a moment, and for a second, you think he might apologize. But this is Katsuki, and instead of contrition, his sharp crimson eyes flick back to you, and he grins, wide and mischievous. Before you can register what he’s about to do, he leans in and bites your cheek—not hard, but enough to make you yelp.

“Katsuki!” you exclaim, laughing despite yourself as you push at his chest. But he’s got that feral, playful energy that only comes out when he’s really relaxed, and he just tugs you closer, burying his face in the curve of your neck as his shoulders shake with laughter.

You squirm against him, trying and failing to escape his iron grip. “You’re impossible,” you mutter, but your words don’t carry much bite. He’s warm against you, his laugh rumbling low in his chest, and even though you’re trying to look annoyed, a grin tugs at your lips.

He doesn’t let go, and you can feel the smirk against your skin when he growls out, “Sh’ddup, Mimikyu.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname, but your heart squeezes in your chest. Katsuki has a way of making you feel like you’re standing at the center of a whirlwind—chaotic and overwhelming, but also safe, because it’s him. You’re pretty sure no one else on earth could wrestle with you in a bakery and make it feel like home.

“You’re being annoying, Typhlosion,” you shoot back, your voice laced with mock irritation. You try to wiggle free again, but his arms tighten around you, holding you steady.

“Yer lucky I’m so damn cute when I’m annoying,” he fires back, his voice low and smug, and the way he’s grinning against your cheek makes you feel like a puddle of cake batter.

The flour dusts the air, the scent of sugar and vanilla is thick, and the warmth of his embrace feels like the sea breeze from Ikema Island—soft, salty, and full of life. For a moment, you forget about the mess on the counter, the eggs on the floor, and the ticking clock that reminds you the cake still needs to be finished. All you can focus on is him, the way he’s holding you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world.

You pull back just enough to meet his eyes, and they’re sparkling with mischief, but there’s something else there too. Something softer. It’s in the way his grin softens just a bit, the way his thumb brushes against your side absentmindedly. Katsuki doesn’t say things like I love you often, but he doesn’t have to—not when he looks at you like this.

“Okay,” you say finally, your voice lighter now. “Fine. I’ll clean up. But you’re buying me dinner tomorrow.”

Katsuki raises an eyebrow, his grin turning cocky. “Dinner? You’re gettin’ takeout at best after the stunt you pulled tryin’ to fight me off.”

You shove at his chest again, and he catches your wrist, tugging you forward until your forehead bumps against his. “You’re such a little shit,” you mutter, but you’re smiling.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, smirking. “But you love me.”

He’s right, of course. You do. Even when he’s got flour in his hair and he’s ruining your perfectly planned night, even when he’s dragging you into his chaos, there’s no one else you’d rather have by your side.

You sigh dramatically. “Fine, you win. But you’re still wiping up the egg.”

He scoffs, releasing you but not before planting a quick, rough kiss on your temple. “Yer lucky I even put up with you, Mimikyu.”

“And you’re lucky I don’t fire your ass from my bakery,” you retort, already grabbing a towel and tossing one at him.

As the two of you get to work cleaning up the mess (well, you’re cleaning, and he’s grumbling about how he’s a Pro Hero, not a janitor), you can’t help but think about how this is what life with Katsuki is like. Messy, chaotic, a little annoying at times—but it’s also warm, full of laughter and love. It’s everything you never knew you wanted.

[malk1ns]

january 25 @ kraken, 4-1 loss

at the time of posting this, all we know is geno left partway through the first period and didn't return to play after a gnarly-looking knee on knee collision. i am processing a possibility via fiction, because with no updates or news any outcome is possible and i need to start working through those feelings just in case. at least sid scored i guess.

previous soulbond installments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Zhenya knows his night is over as soon as he hits the ice.

He tries. The trainers give him a shot and send him back out for a quick twirl, and he sits on the bench for a minute, but a simple turn has him gritting his teeth in discomfort.

He doesn’t say anything when he limps back down the tunnel. Karl tries to stop him, but Zhenya can see the sympathy in his eyes and wants no part of it, so he keeps his eyes down as he hands off his stick, helmet, and gloves and makes his way back to the locker room.

Bending his left knee enough to get at his skate to unlace it hurts too much, and he can’t get up and walk with one skate on and one off, so Zhenya waits until one of the trainers comes looking for him. There’s a pounding in his head that he ignores; it can wait.

Someone must spread the word, because Kevin comes to him, kneeling in front of Zhenya’s stall to palpate at his knee. It’s so painful that Zhenya starts sweating again, gritting his teeth.

“Well,” Kevin says, sitting back on his heels and pulling out his phone. “It’s too early to tell what’s going on in there—you’re pretty swollen, I’m not sure even a scan would give us much right now. We’ll have to wait and see how it goes. I don’t think you’re in on Monday, though.”

Zhenya knew that already. There’s a sob clawing its way up his throat, but he swallows it down.

After all this time, the work he put into rehab, the care he takes, and it’s his left knee that does him in, halfway through the second-to-last year on his contract.

“Hey,” Kevin says, getting to his feet and resting his hand on Zhenya’s shoulder. “It might not be what you think, yeah? No reason to assume the worst yet. We’ll get you another shot and send you back with some painkillers. Be careful on the plane and take it easy tomorrow, and we’ll see where we’re at Monday morning. Alright?”

Zhenya nods mutely, holding his breath against the sting of the needle and exhaling explosively as numbness works its way down his leg.

It’s only when he’s in the shower that he turns his attention to the frantic knocking in his mind and opens the door.

Sid explodes into his consciousness and Zhenya winces, bracing himself on the shower wall to keep from tripping at the force of Sid’s presence in his mind.

He’s practically frantic with worry, and Zhenya threads some apologetic guilt through the whirling mass of Sid’s upset. It doesn’t do much to calm Sid down, but he retreats a little, giving Zhenya room to breathe in his own head.

Zhenya’s mastered ‘talking’ through the bond, such as it is, far more than Sid has. Sid’s frequently still too loud, too intrusive; he can’t hide much, even now when he’s learned to shut the door when he wants. He’s never been one for nuance or subtlety, and that’s translated to how he handles the bond.

It gives Zhenya a headache sometimes, but Sid’s getting better, and Zhenya would take Sid in the back of his mind, even when it’s uncomfortable, a thousand times over never having him there again.

He should maybe be worried at how quickly he’s gotten used to the bond, how fast it became essential to him. But it’s not like it’s going anywhere, so whatever.

Zhenya does his best to be reassuring, but one of the downsides of the bond is that they can’t actually talk with words, so he can’t tell Sid that it’s not immediate bad news. He’s not sure Sid would believe him anyway—Zhenya’s still in pain, and he can’t help but feel like his career is crashing down on him.

He didn’t want to go out this way. He’d always thought that he and Sid would retire together, even with their contract term mismatch, and he’d hang up his skates while he was still producing at a high level.

Sid pulses anxiety at him, and Zhenya closes the door again. Sid doesn’t need to be thinking about Zhenya when he has the rest of the game to get through still.

He feels it when Sid scores. Feels it when they lose, too, but clings onto Sid’s euphoria at netting a goal as the guys troop off the ice at the final buzzer, doing his best to push his pride and excitement at Sid and prop him back up.

If the worst case scenario plays out, this will be Zhenya’s role for the next two and a half months—sidelined indefinitely, traveling with the team as nothing more than a glorified cheerleader, there to crack a joke to distract from the inevitable devastating losses and cheer on milestones when they happen.

When he was last out for a significant period of time, he had Sid there with him for most of it, by his side for rehab appointments and training and dicking around on the ice even when they weren’t technically supposed to be skating yet. That won’t be the case this time. He’ll have Sid in his head, though, a 360 immersive live feed of each and every game. That’s better than nothing.

And he can help, just like he has been for the last month. He can do his best to push Sid farther and higher, lend him the strength to drag the team along with him.

Zhenya never planned on being a glorified WAG. For Sid, though, he thinks he can do it.

[mintyys-blog]

bucky Barnes x reader: The Great Phone Heist

WARNINGS: mentions of explicit images

It had been an innocent mistake—or, at least, that’s what you told yourself as you paced your room, clutching your phone like it might explode. A wrong tap, a slip of the finger, and the explicit photo you’d meant to send to your boyfriend, Bucky, had gone to Steve Rogers instead.

You froze the moment you realized it, your blood running cold. You immediately opened your chat with Steve, hoping to see those blessed words: Delivered but not seen.

The message was still unread.

But it was only a matter of time before Steve checked his phone. And there was no way you could let Captain America see that. You would rather die, plus Bucky would kill you. So you’d die twice.

There was only one solution. You had to delete the message before he saw it. Unfortunately, that meant getting his phone—and you were about as stealthy as a moose in a china shop.

Steve was in the kitchen, sipping coffee and scrolling through his phone. Your heart pounded as you rehearsed your plan. Casual. Just be casual. You took a deep breath in then walked over.

“Hey, Steve!” you said, walking in with a little too much enthusiasm.

He glanced up, smiling warmly. “Hey, Y/N. Everything okay?”

“Yep! Totally fine!” Your voice cracked slightly. “So, uh, what are you doing?”

He raised his phone slightly. “Just catching up on some emails.”

Your stomach dropped. “Oh, emails? Cool, cool, cool…” You cleared your throat, gesturing vaguely toward his phone. “You know, phones are full of germs. I could… disinfect it for you!”

Steve blinked, lowering his mug. “You want to clean my phone?”

“Yes!” you blurted out. “I mean, think about it! All the germs it picks up on missions. It’s probably disgusting.”

He gave you a suspicious look. “I wipe it down regularly, but thanks for the offer.”

Strike one.

Later, you found Steve in the living room, scrolling through his phone while Sam and Bucky argued about the best toppings for pizza. You slid onto the couch beside Steve, trying not to look too obvious.

“Hey, Steve,” you said, leaning over to peek at his phone. “Whatcha doing?”

He gave you a side-eye. “Just checking messages.”

Your stomach churned. Not that message, you prayed silently.

“You know,” you said, forcing a casual tone, “I’ve been thinking about getting a new phone. What kind do you have?”

Steve glanced at you, clearly confused by your sudden interest. “Uh, it’s just a standard one. Nothing fancy.”

“Mind if I see it? You know, for research purposes.”

“Research?”

“Yeah! I like to be thorough.”

Steve chuckled. “You’re acting a little weird, Y/N.”

“What? No! I’m just—interested!” You reached for his phone, but he pulled it back slightly, now looking more suspicious than amused.

Strike two.

Sam saved you unintentionally by mentioning a song he’d sent Steve.

“Hey, did you listen to that song I sent you?” Sam asked.

Steve frowned. “Not yet. I haven’t checked my texts today.”

Your heart stopped.

“Oh, I love that song!” you said quickly. “I can play it for you—on my phone!”

Sam shot you a weird look. “You know the song?”

“Yep! Huge fan! Let me just…” You pulled up a random playlist, praying it included something halfway decent. “Here it is!”

While the music played, you leaned casually against the couch, trying to edge closer to Steve’s phone.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked, frowning at your movements.

“Uh, nothing! Just… enjoying the music!”

He looked at you like you’d grown a second head. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“Totally!”

Before you could dig yourself deeper, Steve’s phone chimed once before dying.

“Battery’s dead,” he muttered, grabbing it.

Strike three.

After yet another failed attempt, Bucky found you pacing the hallway, muttering to yourself.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Nothing!” you said too quickly, guilt written all over your face.

“Y/N…” He crossed his arms, his suspicious gaze boring into you.

You sighed, dragging him into a quiet corner. “I accidentally sent Steve a… picture. One that was meant for you.”

Bucky froze, blinking in disbelief. “You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was.”

For a moment, he said nothing. Then he groaned, rubbing his face. “Alright. Where’s his phone?”

Bucky found Steve in his room, where his phone was charging on the nightstand.

“Hey, Steve,” Bucky said casually, he leaned against the doorframe.

“Hey,” Steve said, looking up from his book.

“Can I borrow your phone for a second? I need to check something, and mine’s dead.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “What do you need to check?”

“Uh… Sam’s training schedule. He said he sent it to you.”

Steve frowned but gestured to his phone. “It’s charging, but go ahead.”

Bucky grabbed the phone, quickly navigating to the messages. He quickly found the photo, a very nice one. He was glad Steve hadn’t seen it. He deleted the photo and handed it back with a nonchalant, “Thanks.”

Steve tilted his head. “That was fast.”

“Yeah, it was nothing important,” Bucky said, already heading for the door.

When Bucky told you the photo was gone, you practically tackled him in a hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you mumbled into his chest.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he teased, pulling you closer.

“I know,” you said, laughing softly. “I’m never doing that again. Ever.”

“Good,” he said, grinning. “But honestly, watching you try to steal Steve’s phone? Funniest thing I’ve seen in weeks.”

You groaned, burying your face in his chest. “Don’t remind me.”

And while the day had been one of the most embarrassing of your life, at least you could finally breathe easy—and laugh about it… eventually.

[kcalsforhim]

𓏲.ೃ࿔❀˙˖ ｡ saturday 25 jan 2025

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hi everybody, i’m back after a little unannounced hiatus. i had some bad binge moments from wednesday to thursday.. i think on tuesday i had it bad too ? then on friday i omad’d sushi and ever since i’ve been feeling better

i had a really tough therapy appointment on friday, and it’s been weighing on me ever since, and i’ve not been getting my 10k steps because im so depressed about it im just resting non stop.. good thing restricting is becoming easier once again…

yesterday i woke up at noon, i worked on my animation project all day and i called with eli all day long.. then my mom came upstairs with a boba she made herself and watched me drink it and that made me really upset so i went and had my omad

100g cucumber — 12cal.

60g grenade oreo protein bar — 233cal.

total : 245cal

i had this after the day before i said i wasn’t hungry because i ate a lot of sushi, and that i might come downstairs for dinner later if i was hungry but i never came. i just called on the phone and spent my time drawing

adding these in because i forgot, inside look on how the protein bar looks when you open the package and when you have a bite.. it was ok.. tasted chemically… but it was good enough

i didn’t go outside today… didn’t feel like it.. too cold… even outside my room it’s too cold, i don’t feel like leaving my bed. too tired to walk on my walking pad, so i put it under my bed for the time being.

i stayed up untill about 1 am drawing, i went to pee and i came back to my bed and i genuinely think i just passed out. i remember trying to tell myself “come on ange, just a few more frames, you don’t need to color much more” but… i was too tired and sleepy… so i went to sleep anyway.

ever since i ate sushi i haven’t really thought of food, which is shocking bcs the days before i couldn’t stop binging untill my stomach felt like it would explode, hurting so so bad, and i would go to the bathroom and make space in my stomach just so i can eat more, the roof of my mouth sore from eating so much food, triggered at just the sight or smell.. but now, im ok. my mind is strange, i don’t get it, but im happy im ok. i will take every day where im ok as an advantage.. i was maybe set back by about 1 week… so i will just try to be ok for as long as i possibly can

𓏲.ೃ࿔❀˙˖ ｡ stats for today

cals : 245

good calories, no movement, too depressed to go outside or go on a walk… i drink enough water tho… somewhere, also, the stress of not having to go on a walk is nice, because it’s easier for me to eat almost nothing. gonna try to stay on this diet as long as my mind lets me, it’s easy and makes me feel safe and comfortable

𓏲.ೃ࿔❀˙˖ ｡ song rec

song reminds me of him, my husband… if you know… you know. but… likely, you don’t know. LMAO unless ur haku or eli, then u know for sure

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[missmarveledsblog]

I gotcha cap (Steve Rogers x reader) part three

Summary: He needs to make it right but she isnt letting him even near her so he get help off of their friends .

warning : slight angst , fluffy , goofy , idiots in love , mutual pinning

previous part

the blinding sun that had instantly regretted not closing the blind before she hit went to bed. not knowing what hurt more was it her head that thump and felt like it was gonna explode . was it her pride on being stood up on her not date date . she may of snuck out of the room once was sure he was gone . headed to the living room , importantly using her ability to burn the lock off of the liquor cabinet. She didn't stay undetected for too long for Tony to come see what she was doing and then an hour later Natasha was joining them . Now she was sure her blood was more alcohol than it was actually blood, stumbling from her bed . Pulling the shades on her eyes she dragged herself from the bed , stumbling down the hall to the dinning room to see both Natasha and Tony in the same state as she was .

“ You're a bad influence” the billionaire groaned his head laying on the table .

“ I did not influence you , you asked me to pour you a glass” she yawned sitting down ignoring a certain pair of blue eyes looking at her .

“ yeah cause your were sad anyways let not do it again” he couldn't even look at her it was too much of an effort.

I guess it laps today, your new recruit huh ?” clint nudged Natasha making her growl at the man but then nod .

“ whos the new recruit “ she asked looking up finally a slight catching of steve glance forcing herself to look at nat.

“ that jessica chick right?” sam spoke up .

“ yeah i think and some drills too once i can just observe” nat gave a sneaky smirk.

“ well good luck .. i'm not so hungry “ she stood, taking a cup of coffee and rushing out of the room.

“ y/n hey wait please” steve called rushing after her.

“ just leave me alone steve , my head hurts and I think i might throw up so lets just pretend nothing happened ok … please” she sighed.

“ but i didn't mean to stand you up i would of never of did that , she turned off my phone and kept telling me i still had time even showed me hers so i trusted her word and now i fucked up honestly of all people to let down and hurt you are not even close to being one of them” .

“ you did though , you made me look like such an idiot , you made me think … look it doesn't matter, maybe in time we can be friends but can you just let me breathe to do so?” she almost pleaded.

“ i wanna make it up to you please give me a second chance , please all im asking “

“ no i don't think we should ” .

she spent the day staring at the computer , trying to work in the lab with the bright lights was a bad idea now she was in her office , the lights dimmed and although the hangover was dimming and some of nats “drills” training made her mood a lot better. the petty side of her enjoy the soft torture of the bitchy agent and it sure wiped the sneering smile off ofhier face . now what she didn’t expect was the widow coming to the office hours later pulling her out of the room and dressing her up , not saying a word the whole time other than “stop whining “ or “ no feeling sorry for yourself “. probably a girl dinner night or something to cheer her up . begrudgingly she just followed even in the car , they talked about everything but the friendly hostage situation til they pulled up to well nothing .

“ you planning on killing me because joke on you it mean i wont have to do my reports “ she smirked.

“ no im doing this because I love you and you need to be happy and Tony's liver would be grateful” the widow kissed her cheek and led her to a footpath . “ now its down here straight ahead” .

“ ok this is only fueling my fear of you trying to kill me romanoff , hey in a wooded area where i could leave all this evidence and you know …. nat ? “ she turned to see the widow gone completely. "So I am gonna die “ she groaned. ok so now she was maybe more curious just following the footpath til she noticed red. that had her on alert , into action as she stop her feet lighter moving , eyes darting around to access any threat. now she was slightly afraid the bew recruit was gonna be at the end of this footpath and she was gonna be an accessory to murder.

“ oh thank god “ the breath of relief as she notice it wasnt blood but petal followed by more til the whole footpath was covered in these red petals .

the whole thing only made sense once she reached the clearing and now maybe she would be the one to hide a few bodies now .

There he stood in the clearing around the man where lights wrapped around the beauty of nature . a picnic table in the center with the same lights wrapped around the legs , her favourite flowers in the center. She wanted to hide how impressed she was. For a moment it wouldn't seem possible til she straightened herself up , crossing her arms trying not to smile or give anything away . including how good the man looked before her, the white dress shirt and black pants combo making him look like he stepped out of some steamy romance novel , the way the material of his clothes clung to the muscle she's found herself literally drooling over.

“ Please sit down?” pleading tone as she rolled her eyes and stepped more into the clearing saw the scorched mark still prominent in the ground. it was first time she had shown them her abilities , the one she had to hide all her life in persecution .

“ What is all this?”.

“ I wanted to make it up to you .. with nat's help of course … please just one chance” he came closer .

“ You seem to making a lot of effort for a not date” she mused while looking around .

“ well let this actual date make up for it” .

“ is this because of the not drunk confession because a pity date isn't necessary” she huffed wondering how her week took such a nose dive.

it's not a pity date its an actual i like you too date and dont wanna screw up “

“ touch of kidnapping” she nodded, not hiding the smirk on her lips .

“ with a touch of kidnapping, “ he laughed.

“ Fine I yield mainly because i'm hungry and I thought nat was feeding me “ she watched him pulling out the basket pulling out the canister and the tupperware .

“ ok food might be cold “ he winced, opening the tubs and putting the contents on a plate .

“ i got it “ she rolled her eyes over the plates for a couple of seconds as steam began to bellow . “ it help when i was younger” she shrugged easily, handing him back one .

“ ok so canister has coffee or we have wine” .

“ coffee i don't think i could look at alcohol for a good while “ she laughed flashback of her and tony drinking games . “ So why here?” .

“ honestly it was the first place we got to see you for you , like the real you” her breath caught in her throat at his admission . “ you were so scared and so nervous but then you opened up , i always wondered why , why you were so scared”.

“ because i was taught to be , because the world taught me to be.. i mean unless you're an avenger or some high profiled hero , mutants or enhanced whatever you're side of that fence is, well it not something to celebrate it was and still is something people find to fear and with fear comes hate” she smiled sadly. “ my dad as crazy as he was , well he wasn't all wrong , we lived in chicago for a little until i thought my friend would accept me so i showed her what i could do and then that evening we had people yelling outside our home for the mutants to leave i was four when i learn what hate was truly and very real so when we moved to new york , my mom was chased down, hunted down and my dad began training soldiers for doomsday”.

“ that's why it took you so long to tell us you were enhanced” he asked not even noticing he grabbed her hand , the subconscious need to comfort the woman in front of him .

“ i know it's stupid to think giving wanda and pietro” she laughed. “ but yeah i think that fear or rejection was still there except tony stark lit up like a christmas tree at the sight” .

“ wheres your dad now? maybe you could show him its not like that now right”.

“ hes on the raft steve its still like that for him , i ran away i was maybe fourteen i didnt wanna live my life in fear and not live it at all “ she smiled sadly . “ great first kidnapping date content right here” she snorted .

“ we can talk about something else if you want,” he squeezed her hand .

“ no i mean i come to terms with it all , but i am curious why you didn't ask for me help?” .

“ honestly because you make me nervous , like when i talk to you suddenly i'm that small fry from brooklyn who couldn't look a dame in the eye and i mean you come into our lives with this air about you , this funny yet caring nature , you work hard to make sure everything run smoothly and you only one who can truly handle tony “ he smiled brightly.

“ pepper asked me for tips. Well, praise from the america's golden boy is nice. I must admit , I've learned to just be myself” her cheeks flushed.

“ also doesn't help that your most beautiful woman i've come across either, you must think i'm a dummy when i take to you because you make my brain short circuit by just smiling i mean the words just mix and melt together “ a braveness taking over like he couldn't stop, all the feelings that he held in for so long falling out of his mouth before he could stop .

“ you dont seem to have a problem with words now ? “ she giggled even freezing at the sound like was that her ?.

“well i guess i need to let it out now hopefully it will get you to forgive me, i only trained that agent hoping i could help and get over my nervousness because i was going to work up the courage to tell you how i really felt so i stupidly thought i could work through them by getting the blood pumping i didn't see the scheming part i guess i need lesson in people “ he grimaced .

“ Well I mean the food and coffee is working on the forgiveness so it this get up “ she mused hinting at his outfit making his cheeks flush . “ stand me up again date or not I will roast you up and serve you on that shield of , tony liver can't take it … apparently” she warned playfully .

“ well that wont happen and if i may say you look absolutely stunning “ he kissed her knuckles getting braver .

“ flattery will get you everywhere mr rogers but you can thank nat for this she literally dressed and dragged me here , im less mad at her for it “ .

She wasn't lying when she said that she was less pissed at him , conversation carried on more and more . she shared a little bit more of her childhood , the little handful of happy memories ,while he shared some of his from his childhood, a vast and different time . She couldn't help laughing thinking back to the hijinks that he and Bucky got up in that timezone . She asked him questions , getting to know the man behind the shield . Each minute , each hour passing by it was easier to get over that anger she felt but it also meant that he was getting braver , more flirty in his tone . Even when they finished their food he hit his phone as the speaker came to life . The blue jazz sound echoed in the woods . making the man stand before her holding his hand out that her . enjoying how perfect her hand fit in his , how his hand dwarfed hers . standing the crinkle of the foliage under their feet , his other hand on her hip pulling her closer. the swell of pride at her breath hitched at the bold movement . the sway of bodies to the rhythm and getting lost in the love story the song sang out. eyes locked pouring every unsaid emotion . he held her close in away that he was afraid to let her go, everything hes dreamed of was happening in real time. the first time he'd truly felt peace in the stormy war that was his life . the fist time it was serene that he could fully completely savour and enjoy the moment. his eye darted to her lips only to catch her doing the same, her tongue swiping the pillow plump soft lips . two leaning closer and closer til their foreheads pressed. a surge of bravery one he never felt before taking his hand off her hip and leading to cup her cheek , tilting her face up more before he leaned down .

At first it took her brain a second to recognise , to make the connection that captain Steven Grant Rogers was kissing her. not wasting another second she finally kissed the man back for the first time in a long time. It made sense . all the cliches from every romance book , rom com in existence, that foot popping , fire works going off kiss. seeing the sun rise and set for the first time kind of kiss. One that only starred in her dream and stopped when her alarm would go off. Everything felt electric in that one kiss , like nerves came alive ones she didn't even know she had . pulling back both needing air and yet he couldn't stop kissing her , pecking her lips in between breaths already addicted to her lip , to her taste .

“ god you don't know how long i wanted to do that “ he chuckled breathlessly, his forehead pressing against hers.

“ Don't worry I gotcha Cap “ she smirked pressing her lips to his once more

[likethexan]

i think about huaisang's rage a lot. it's not loud or boisterous like his brother's, not escalating or expeditious like jin guangyao's. it's like a breeze, silent, almost untraceable, but there. it's a rage that waited over a decade to age into fine wine, a rage to not only hurt but destroy.

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[fanfenomenon]

ratonhnhaké:ton… my son… you should’ve been at the club…

[juniperrabbit]

hajime aikawa youre everything to me

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

I know in the grand scheme of things that this is by no means a lot, but it doesn't stop me from being FLOORED by the reception of my Rayllum Month stuff?!?! Like these PROPORTIONS are NUTS to me and I'm just over here in my bedroom sobbing my eyes out that my stuff (apparently) resonates with people the way I really want it to.

(^ the proportions in question)

Like, out of 895 people, and SO FAST (6 days, as of my posting this), 15 subscribed and I've got 79 kudos?! And 16 bookmarks?! AND 17 PEOPLE CARED ENOUGH TO COMMENT WHAT THE HECK?!?!?! I'm an emotional mess you guys and ik it's not a lot but it means EVERYTHING to me that people like my writing and I just CAN'T-

[jils-things]

what if we were in a zombie apocalypse but we fell in love and piss nick the fuck out

[waitineedaname]

I could pick a million different things that make me emotional about the kageyama brothers, but right now I'm thinking about ritsu reflecting on the original ???% incident during the final arc and how part of the reason he was so hurt by it wasn't just the actual physical injury or the trauma of the incident itself, but also the fact that shigeo wouldn't fucking talk to him about what happened. It's extremely likely that ritsu has been lying about what happened that day ever since it happened, like he probably told his parents that same lie about the bullies hurting him and shigeo protecting him, and the only other person who would know the truth is shigeo, but shigeo started shutting him out after that. I get the impression that before, they were the kind of siblings who told each other everything, which is why it hurts so badly that shigeo shut down so much and stopped letting his brother in, especially when ritsu is just a kid dealing with the weight of a lie like that to protect his brother. Idk, it just puts ritsu always being like "you know you can talk to me about anything" in a different light

[bmpmp3]

Getting into stuff that has a lot of pre-announced release dates is really good for me like vocal synthesizer products and new love live etc franchise music releases....I'll be lying in bed at like 2 AM with ur usual 20-something's fear and existentialism over time and the future and then I'll remember a piece of singing software or a new song related to cartoon characters I like is gonna come out like next month and I'm like 😌

[woodlandscab1n]

Lethanfield about to kill me right now like what the fuck

I cannot even begin to explain 😭 the utter fuckery happening here, i know crumb is all silley with this ship but DOES IT KNOW. DOES IT KNOW WHAT IT JUST CREATED

I rlly like the idea for my own nefarious reasons tho . :] (IS GOING TO IGNORE EVERYTHING AND JUST THINK OF THEM ACTUALLY JUST HAPPY)

[oneroomjestershow]

Hellooo, I was wondering, is Eli insecure with their real form?

(if by 'real' you mean 'true' then maybe you mean their mosnter form? i personally don't consider none of them a true form (or maybe all of them?), but i will take it as that)

At first I was going to say no, but now that I think about it, it would be yes. It's not like they are directly insecure about it, but it's true that that side of theirs fills them with doubt and fear about themselves.

Is like a cycle: Eli's troubles go around losing control of their own body, but their own insecurity and fear about it fuel that idea, and it manifests in small inconveniences, which fuels the idea more.

His own mind it's the one giving them the problem, she has a human mind after all.

For a moment i was going to say no because they know they can induce fear at first sight or damage at the slightest touch, and they are confident about it, but the insecurity comes in other times. Taking care of someone? Petting a small animal? Being too close to people? When he feel damage shouldn't be on the situation is when Eli feels the most helpless and dangerous if they get inside their thoughts too much.

That thought is internalized, it's not like they are directly thinking about it nonstop, but it shapes her behaviour.

[snazum]

i hate how my brain works LOLLOLOOL not like actually well sort of but also not like seriously where i'm upset just it's really funny i feel like crying it's so funny ToT But like, i'm living vicariously thru yters rn i want to create I'm too much energy. I CAN'T WAIT LIKE LITERATLY 5 DAYS FOR SCHOOL. And then it's school that's boring I fucking wish I knew people who liked to create and enjoyed the process and it's fun! It's so so fun!! And I mean I want video creation around me I'm done with drawing. Hopefully I meet people like that on campus.... god please let me meet people like that they're my soulmate.