Okay so @perksofbeingawaifu‘s darkstag aesthetic is so pretty I had to make something for the fic even if I hadn’t finished reading it yet lmao. and I thought a deer with creepy eyes would go perfectly with the whole vibe.
it makes me sad to see people dismissing jumin’s affection in the valentine’s day dlc just because he buys so many gifts.
not everyone expresses their love solely through words or cuddles. sometimes people enjoy picking out items that they think others might like, and enjoy giving gifts as it’s their way of showing how much they care. gifts are not inherently bad, and not inherently a sign that your love is fake or inadequate.
some people don’t like receiving gifts, and that’s okay! it’s also okay to give gifts if it’s a way to express your love and make others happy!
disliking jumin’s valentine’s day ending is not the problem. disliking it because you think gifts automatically diminish his feelings is kinda missing the point.
I’d like to apologise for the horrible quality of this video. I do not have the right equipment for this (mostly because I never thought I would be doing this. Ever).
Okay! Well, a couple of days ago, @ask-sadisticdark posted a poem called Darkness Breathes. Since I’m a sucker for poems with a dark theme and the piano, I decided to put the two together and make a little song. I had originally planned for it to be a lot more eerie than this but for someone who has never done something like this before, I’m not going to complain.
I DID GET THEIR PERMISSION TO USE THE POEM. So, the lyrics I’m singing are essentially the poem - full credit to them for that. However, the piano and singing itself is me (obviously). I’m aware I’m not the best pianist or singer so please don’t criticise too harshly.
Also, I am insanely nervous to be posting this. It is a major step out of my comfort zone so I apologise if that can be heard in my voice (even if you can’t hear it that well - thanks video quality). I’m aware of the fact that I sound kinda breathy, that’s partially due to the poor quality of my phone and my nerves. Apologies.
Anonymous Asked: you should do an angst filled fic where bucky and the reader break up but realize that they love each other and get back together. it can end in fluff or smut idc either way c;
A/N: Oooo. Okay ;) thanks for the suggestion!!:) xx
Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, swearing
“I just get to stand by and watch her.” Bucky muttered, sipping on his bottle of beer while he was clad in sweats and a white t-shirt. Steve sat beside him in similar attire, watching his best friend drown his sorrows in alcohol much to his dismay.
“Sometimes things just don’t work out, Bucky. That’s the part of life that sucks but just know that you’re going to feel better one day. It’ll all make sense in the end.” Steve tried his best to comfort his friend, even going as far as to give a subtle pat to the center of his shoulders.
Bucky could only glare at Steve, “This isn’t the right time for your shitty wisdom. My heart is broken.”
Steve put his hands up in surrender as Bucky swigged more of his beer, “Sorry, just trying to help.”
“Nothing can help me. I’m a mess.” Bucky muttered, staring at the ground as images of you flashed through his mind. Your hair was always wild, your smile was always bright, and you were always on his mind.
Bucky let out a jarring chuckle of disbelief, “I love her, man.”
“I know you do.”
“The worst part of all this is that she’s happier without me.”
“How do you figure?” Steve asked, his eyebrows furrowing though both he and Bucky knew the answer to that question.
Bucky threw his head back and covered his face, groaning as he felt intoxication slip in and his brain begin to fuzz up. He ignored Steve’s question, only standing from the couch and scratching at his stubble.
You still lived in the tower, you still slept soundly a few rooms down from his. The only difference was that his arms weren’t wrapped around your body, and you didn’t fall asleep to his steady heartbeat anymore.
It was a mutual decision at first.
Sometimes things just don’t work out, and both you and Bucky had come to the conclusion that it was best to break it off. Now, Bucky regretted it more than anything as he had finally come to terms with his feelings for you.
The relationship was a roller coaster. You had your fights, but you had your make-ups as well and they always seemed to overrule the fights with Bucky.
Bucky grabbed another beer from the fridge and plopped onto the couch, getting ready for yet another sleepless night.
Little did he know, you were having problems of your own.
Your blankets felt suffocating and your pillows just weren’t comfortable anymore. It had been three weeks and you still had a feeling in your gut that just wasn’t right.
A cloud of depression hung over you constantly and you managed to put on a smile in front of others, but on your own it was the worst. Your thoughts almost provoked you, and you couldn’t sleep. You could only lay still in your bed, staring at the dark ceiling.
You’d question why you had decided to go with the break up. You couldn’t find a particular reason. You wanted to stay with him but sometimes in the heat of the moment you say things that you don’t mean. Unfortunately, he agreed.
“I just think that we should break up.” You whispered after a long silence, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched Bucky’s eyebrows furrow. The yelling was getting to be too much.
Bucky swallowed, “Okay.”
You threw your blankets off of your legs and swung yourself up from the bed. “Water.” You thought aloud, your voice hoarse.
Your feet carried you out of your room and onto the cool tile of the hallway. The kitchen wasn’t far away and you were quick to reach for a glass and pour some water out of the tap.
Your mind raced with various thoughts and you couldn’t focus on one, but you tried your hardest to, only to be met with defeat.
Clanking noises aspired from the living room, your attention being drawn in that direction immediately. Curious, you allowed yourself to walk out of the kitchen and stood in the doorway of the living room.
Three empty bottles sat on the coffee table, a fourth being held in the hand of none other than Bucky Barnes, who was now alone and nursing the bottle between his lips.
He didn’t seem to notice you, only staring onto the blank T.V. with no expression on his face. His face was flushed from the alcohol and his lips slightly swollen.
You cleared your throat, allowing your presence to be known.
“Oh, hi.” Bucky whispered, watching you close as you walked into the room and sat beside him.
You weren’t quite sure what had come over you, but you pulled the bottle of beer out of Bucky’s hand and took a swig of it yourself.
The two of you sat in silence for a moment before Bucky spoke up, “Can’t sleep?”
“Haven’t been able to for about three weeks.” You muttered, giving a tight smile to Bucky.
Bucky only chuckled, “Same.”
Silence washed over you again and you only drank more. Before you started hyperventilating, you opened your mouth to speak. “I love you.”
You didn’t know why you said it, but it was one of those times that you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut.
Bucky smiled, “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I’ve been miserable for weeks. I’ve been watching you laugh and smile with Natasha and Wanda and I’ve been missing you like hell.” Bucky explained, laughing even harder and throwing his head back.
You watched him clutch his stomach as he continued to laugh and you leaned backward slightly, “You’re scaring me.”
“God damn it, you infuriate me sometimes. But I love you more than anything.” Bucky muttered, calming down and looking at you long enough to gauge your reaction before you grabbed his jaw and pulled his lips onto yours.
It was a welcoming feeling, his plump lips on yours yet again. His hands stayed on your hips while you straddled his thighs and breathed in his heavily scent once again.
“I love you.” You whispered, biting your lip and kissing him again. A grin stretched across his lips as he held you close and rested his forehead on yours, just staring into your eyes.
“I’m glad you two pulled your heads out of your asses and made up.” Tony spoke from the doorway, rubbing sleepiness out of his eyes.
You jumped away from Bucky and sat beside him.
Tony walked into the room and picked up the empty beer bottles before turning away. “Don’t fuck on my couch!” He called back, causing your face to go red and to bury it in Bucky’s shoulder.
Summary: Dancing is supposed to be fun and distracting, not standing around trying hard not to undress your girlfriend with your stare.
Word count: 328
Tags: fluff, leavers ball, watford
HAPPY LEAVERS BALL!
It’s incredibly unfair how fucking gorgeous Keris looks in her blue dress.
It’s unfair because it’s a pretty good dress–it’s an amazing dress–and all I want to do is take it off. I think about flicking one strap off her shoulder. Then the other. I want to watch it float down to the floor. Right here and right fucking now. But yeah, no, that’s not how dances are supposed to go.
Okay. I need to get distracted.
Keris senses my distress and squeezes my hand, gently. “Baby, are you okay?”
“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m alright,” I say, flashing her a smile. “You’re just too bloody hot, princess; it’s insane. I need a distraction.”
“Hey, wanna eavesdrop on Simon and Baz?” Keris asks and she’s pulling at me before I can even reply. Of course she already knows the answer. (Not like me to pass up an opportunity to nose around.)
But as we get close to them Baz sneers at us, so we back off. Some people are just unpleasant. And then there’s Baz.
“I still can’t believe you were right about them,” Keris says.
“Please. Like, it was so obvious, luv.”
She grins and says, “They look cute.”
“Yeah, they do,” I say. “But we’re cuter.”
“Well, obviously.” She smiles a Keris smile: equal parts adorable and freaking sexy. And fuck Merlin she’s so bad because she knows, she knows it makes me so fucking weak.
“Dance with me, babe,” I say as I wrap an arm around her neck and pull her closer. I kiss her pink glossy lips. So soft and so perfect. I mentally thank Penny for teaching me that kiss-proof lipstick spell. (Even if she didn’t mean to.)
“This isn’t dancing,” Keris says, smiling against my lips.
Umm by any chance did you get a Miraculous AU in your inbox yet? If not, I hope this hasn't been done yet please. Thanks bye! ~flies away～
This is like a million years ago. I need a hole to hide and sorry for the short reply since I only know basic of the show and never finish it _(:3 ⌒ﾞ)_
IwaOi Miraculous AU:
Iwaizumi’s parents run a pastry shop in town but Iwaizumi wants to become a fashion stylist because of his crush on his high school classmate, Oikawa Tooru, who happens to be his classmate all the way since elementary school and now is a famous teenage model.
Oikawa always likes this grumpy classmate of his who never really talks to him (because Iwa is too shy and nervous) but would always notice how his mood goes down and gives him pastries that Iwa’s parents pack for him.
Unknown to both of them, they are actually the superheros in town known as Ladybug (Iwaizumi) and Cat Noir (Oikawa).
Oikawa has this huge crush on Ladybug. (“Have you seen him? He’s so cool and savvy he makes me gay.” “I thought you are always gay?” “Tetsu-chan, that’s not my point.”)
Iwaizumi as Ladybug doesn’t like Cat Noir!Oikawa at first since Cat Noir seems to be creating trouble more then helping. He also flirts too much to Iwa’s liking. (“You know, I never thought a man like you could rock a Ladybug’s suit.” “Would you stop that already, or should I start dressing like a cockroach to do the trick?”)
Cat Noir!Oikawa redeems himself by taking his work more serious and learn the value of team work (rather than showing off personal skills most of the time).
On the other hand, there’s still a long way for our shy boy to openly confess his love to his crush.
Luckily, Iwa’s friend, Hanamaki, knows when to push him at the right moment. Like, literally push him into Oikawa. (“I mean, that might actually work, who knows?”)
Author’s Note: I’m sorry this came out only a week later;; I went through about 12 drafts and this one was the only one I liked. Also please note I write songfics not only based on the lyrics but on the feel and emotions I get from the songs. Enjoy! ~ Robin
Description: The blue haired frontman of Gorillaz seems to be running in circles to get to the reader. Things aren’t going as planned and his hope is waning leaving the flower boy in a bit of a romantic dilemma.
2D’s face had been illuminated by the light of his phone screen. It was well passed his bedtime and he had long been struggling to stay awake but he couldn’t help it. His tired eyes watched your lips move from the other side of the screen. The way your voice sounded as you talked about a story he was no longer following. The way your eyes would flick from the camera to something in your room. Every time you asked him if he was keeping up he’d respond with a small ‘hm’ and you’d continue with your stories. Every night for the past few weeks had been like this. Every night the two of you would talk over the phone until either one fell asleep although it was usually him. The pretty frontman was absolutely head over heels for you and you had no idea. Even now, the way he looked at you through the camera flew right over your head as you continued the one sided discussion. The world slowly grew mute as the flower boy’s exhaustion caught up with him. Your voice was too soft and his eyes were too heavy to keep up.
A few months had passed and Stuart Pot was a little more than frustrated. You just didn’t get it. He was so blatantly obvious but you never responded or maybe you just didn’t notice. It was to the point where he might as well say it but he wasn’t confident enough to do something like that. No amount of advice from the band and no amount of flowers and video calls seemed to do the trick. You just didn’t seem to get that he was in love with you.2D would always reach for your hand only for you to move it away unknowingly. He’d always go in for a kiss only for someone to call your guys’ names. Honestly, what does a man have to do to get the person he was in love with to love him back? He’s spend his days thinking of nothing but you. Your loud laugh that filled the room and that vibrant smile you always showed him. He spent days wondering if you felt the same way. If there were ever days where you felt as raw and as vulnerable as he felt. Did your pain subside and did you look forward to the calls every night like he did? He felt like he was running in circles but oh how he loved it. And he was willing to continue running if that meant he would eventually catch up to you.