street gazing

Happier - Jughead Jones

Request: Hi there! I’ve been obsessed with Happier by Ed Sheeran lately. I was wondering if maybe you could do one where Jughead and the Reader broke up and Betty and Jug are together and maybe the readers a singer and she sings the song at a show or something? Thank youuu 💕💕 You writing is amazing btw

@satanwithstardust also wrote a fic based on this song, you should go and read it because she’s bae kthxbye :3 oh and uhh this goes out to… my mother! @betty-coopers-number-one-stan 

Warnings: saddish :c

Hope this was okay, and thank you so much!

Words: 2,302

It had been a month and you still found yourself huddled up in your duvet, trying to keep your mind off of recent events by listening to Hamilton and Divide on repeat. Said recent events included a certain boy who’s name used to make your cheeks heat up and your smile bloom wide. 

Currently, the name sent a spear of repentance, grief and anguish through you, practically embedding itself in your heart so you could hear it tear in two.

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The Only Exception (Part 5)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,844

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, sarcasm, hot firemen, draaaamaaaa, did i mention angst? this is getting ridiculous.

A/N: Cliffhangers are mostly unintentional. I got so many ACK HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME messages that I wanted to post the next part. Warning: it’s mostly just to move the plot along.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 -

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Scars || Steve Rogers x Reader [[soulmate au]]

[prompt: soulmate au where the only way you can get rid of your scars is if your soulmate kisses them away.]

{summary: you are known as Steve Roger’s shadow, and you only have one purpose in your life, and that is to protect the man from any unknown dangers all while hiding your presence from him. one fateful day, when an assassination attempt goes wrong, leaving you injured in the process, Steve finally sees you for the first time and slowly helps with treating your wounds [[au]]}

yooooooo this is saeran–choi, i just changed my username to my new favorite character, momo sakaki (i also wanted to get a username that only has a single dash in it instead of two for purely //aesthetic// purposes)

I’ll work on updating and fixing my masterlist once my computer is fixed, so i hope you all will forgive me for changing my url!!!

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

dedication tags: @rvnclawss , for being an awesome friend in general.

warnings: none

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine!!**


Sometimes, you absolutely despised how fragile you were as a human being.

You worked for a secret agency who’s main purpose was to act as a personal guard for superheroes. Now, it may seem like having bodyguards for superheroes would be a lost cause, since their duty was to protect the world and save innocent lives with their superpowers. One would like to believe that such heroes would be able to protect themselves, but they didn’t know the half of it.

There’s always some type of danger hidden from their sights, and if the world was to remain safe, then there had to be a group of people that could act as a shield for these superheroes without them knowing about it.

The moment you had completed your training, you were given the name and files pertaining to the hero you were assigned to protect-

And that hero was named Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America.

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Accidents Happen {Reader Insert}

Imagine: A young Serpent needs refuge. Her first thought is an old friend, but when a redhead hottie opens the door, her plans are quick to change.

Summary: {Y/N} comes from the other side of the tracks, from a rough and broken home. In the spur of the moment, an accident happens and she’s left scared and vulnerable. She turns to an old friend, Jughead Jones. But it seems he’s quite preoccupied. Instead, she comes face to face with the famous Archie Andrews. Who knew good boys could make such good company?

Request?: No, another random thought that just had to be voiced. I mean, c’mon, Archiekins deserves all the love.

Word Count: 2078

Taglist: Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in anything.

Disclaimer: I do not own the gif, credit to the user that made it. The Riverdale characters and storyline are also not mine, credit to the writers and producers.

A/N: When I first started writing this little oneshot, I honestly wasn’t too sure as to where I wanted it to go. But, I am very happy with how this turned out. Do let me know what you think! And of course, my ask box is open for any requests that you might have! Enjoy, my little bookworms 🖤

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It won’t hit you until the morning after, when you wake up without them next to you.
It won’t hit you until you’re out with your friends and their name won’t be mentioned even once.
It won’t hit you until it’s three a.m. and you’ve checked your phone’s messages multiple times but nothing is there.
It won’t hit you until you’re at the supermarket and you’ll have nobody to double check what you need with.
It won’t hit you until you’ve got the greatest news and you can’t tell the person you’d always tell first.
It won’t hit you until you’re watching a movie that you’d usually watch with them, and when that scene where the both of you died of laughter plays, you find yourself sitting in silence.
It won’t hit you until you see a couple across the street gazing into each other’s eyes when you’ll miss the familiarity.
It won’t hit you until you’re drunk and lonely, when you’ll miss being held.
It won’t hit you until you’re finally at your best, but they’re not there.

It will hit you then, that you’re doing okay.
That your heart is still beating,
that you can survive without the help of anybody.
That you can be happy on your own,
that when you thought you’d be sad over it forever, you were wrong.
When that happens,
I want you to know
that without you,
their life wouldn’t have been the same
and sometimes they feel lost without you too.

—  Lovers often after they become strangers
Welcome To D. Store! - ASTRO D. Store AU - Baby「 Prologue」
Genre: AU, Fluff
Word Count: 1557
Summary: Bright Neon lights flash before you. A new attraction had been added to your street, however, it received little attention and promotion. The fact that it was so unspoken about piqued your curiosity, but before you could consider turning back and ignoring it, a friendly voice called you, inviting you in. With that offer, you couldn’t help but take a look. As you step through the doors, you are greeted with 5 other voices.”Welcome to Dream Store!” 

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n-chan-fandoms  asked:

Oh my gosh, your writing is rad! I don't know if you're still willing to take NatsuYuu prompts, but if you are: Natsume goes missing, either by the interference of youkai or by getting lost, on a family vacation and Touko and Shigeru try to find him.


“Oh, dear,” Touko murmurs, for the fifth time in as many minutes. “How could this have happened?”

She scans faces in the crowd, looking for one in particular, a hand folded against her heart. One minute, Takashi was right beside her, pointing out little birds nesting in a low bush and flowers growing through cracks in the sidewalk, and then they turned a corner and he was gone.

“Takashi isn’t a child,” Shigeru reminds her, not unkindly. “He can take care of himself.”

“Of course he can. But he doesn’t know the address of the inn we’re going to, does he? I didn’t think to tell him, did you? Oh, what if he’s lost?”

All by himself in an unfamiliar city, without a map or a cellphone or anything but a fat, lazy cat to guide him safely.

The thought digs burrs into her heart and pricks hotly at her eyes, and she presses her fingers against her mouth before her trembling lips can give her away. 

Sweet, gentle Takashi, who tries so hard to be helpful and wants so badly to be wanted. Smiling like a small sun at the breakfast table each and every morning, bright and beautiful and so deserving; so much a part of her life that his name is one of the first thoughts that cross her mind in the morning, one of the last to leave her mind at night. 

And as they near the inn, and Touko spots that familiar tawny blond hair from nearly a block away, her heart leaps into her throat and her pace nearly doubles and she barely has time to take in his sheepish smile before she’s holding him close. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, so carefully, his silly cat all but crushed between them. “I got turned around. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“You know how Touko gets,” Shigeru says, but he was barely a step behind her, and his hand settles fondly on the softness of Takashi’s hair with visible, weighted relief. “I’m glad you’re alright. And I’m surprised you beat us here.”

“Oh,” Takashi stammers, hugging Nyankichi a little closer to his chest. “Oh, there was – someone was kind enough to point me in the right direction. And I had Nyanko-sensei with me the whole time, I was okay.”

Shigeru levels Touko with a knowing look, one that says “see? he can take care of himself, after all” without saying anything at all. 

But Touko knows that. Takashi has been taking care of himself for a long, long time. And that’s why she doesn’t want him to need to do that anymore, or ever again. Not now that she’s here. 

Takashi hesitates only a moment before following Shigeru inside, and raises a hand to wave at someone down the street. Touko follows his gaze, but there’s no one there. She thinks of a white crow, and of whispered rumors and a long string of temporary foster homes, and all the warm evenings Takashi spends talking to himself in his bedroom. 

And she lingers a few steps behind her family, and bows deeply to the empty air. 

“Thank you. I’m so relieved he wasn’t alone, thank you,” she says, hoping to be heard. Knowing, somehow, through the soft wind that curls through her hair a moment later, that she was. 

Takashi isn’t a child, and Touko isn’t a mother.

And yet she pours all of her love and care and worry and pride into him like water into an empty well, and waits up every night he comes home late, and praises his scores in school, and takes extra care in packing his bento on the days he comes downstairs with tired eyes.

If Takashi isn’t that, and Touko isn’t this, then she doesn’t have words at all for what he’s come to mean to her.

Requested : Maid Café scenario

Anonymous said:Could you write a Mukami brothers x Reader scenarios where they find out that their shy girlfriend, Reader, is working at a Maid Café one day?

Here ya go~ Couldn’t  help but think of Misaki and Usui but anyhow :

Ruki : You were walking home from your part time job, the Maid Café. It was sadly the only job that would accept you because of your night schedule, and you weren’t planning on telling any of the brothers, resulting on you disappearing right after school without their awareness of it. Or so you thought. 

Walking home, you wore a backpack with the clothing inside, reminiscing the excuse you had to come up with when entering the mansion. As you opened the door, you were surprised to find that none of them were there, at least for now. Walking to Ruki’s room, you didn’t realize what had happened in less than a second before feeling the pain of being slammed against the shut door. Ruki appeared, grabbing forcefully your throat. 

“Where were you, and who is it?” He interrogated. The glare he gave you was enough to make you heartbeat speed up increasingly. Not understanding the meaning his words, Ruki glanced at your shoulder, immediately grabbing your backpack and ripping it open. A smirk soon followed. The vampire lifted the black and white clothing for you to stare at before pulling his face closer to you.

“All those questions about how to make a proper latte…this sort of part time job huh?” He said, tautingly. “How about you show me how you do it. Show me how you take care of your master.”

Kou : “M Neko-chan, why won’t you look at me, why are you avoiding eye contact?” Kou insisted. He had been trying to figure out the reason of your constant escape every night, and knowing the power that his eye beheld, you tried as hard as you could not to meet it. Eventually, the vampire caught your wrist with his strong hand, pulling you to his side. 

“Nothing is happening…I swear” You said, looking at his chest, concentrating on looking down. He placed his other hand behind your back, immediately closing the gap between the two of you.

“M Neko-chan is hiding something…Look at me…” Letting go of your wrist, the vampire cupped your chin, forcing you to look right at him. The power of his glance was piercing and sharp. A few seconds occurred in silence. “My own little maid…huh?”

You gulped and tensed with him caging you this way. 

“I’d rather have you wear some cat ears for you to be a real M Neko-chan, but I guess that’ll do for tonight…”

Yuma : “SOW!”

The sound of your nickname resonated through the stone alley. You were leaving work, and hoped that none of the brother would ever see you in that maid costume. Seeing the tall vampire at the end of the street with a furious gaze upon his face made you fear down to the core.

“Yuma don’t worry it’s just a part time jo-” You shrieked when feeling his large hand grabbing your arm and pulling you to his chest. You were so frightened, your legs started shaking as he pressured you down with his gaze.

“Tch, take it off!” He growled out. 

“Y…Yuma? Here, outside?” You questionned, gulping down the anxiety inside. The clutch around your limb tightened, earning a hiss from you in the process.

“You think I care?!” He drew your chin up, his nose almost touching yours. “I’m the only one that gets to see you like this, don’t even think of going back to that place!” And with that, he ripped off the front of your uniform, pressing you to change.

Azusa : “Eve…san?”

You froze. You were standing in your room, trying as quickly as possible to change from your Maid uniform, just before the vampire entered.

“A-Azusa” You mumbled out in shock.

“What…are you doing…? This…is your part time…job?” He spoke in clear doubt and confusion. “Maid…Café?”

The vampire walked up to you, pulling back the uniform against your skin that you were just trying to take off. You made a sound of incomprehension as he simply stared at you.

“I…want to see… Eve san…taking care of customers…Will you let me be…your customer?” He asked, making your cheeks flush red before pulling you closer to him. 


Title: Deflowered

Anonymous asked: Can I request a mean, manipulative, and creepy Jerome fic from his point of view where he gets a thrill from corrupting the innocent girl he fancys, and he takes her virginity and makes her do all the depraved things he can think of?

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Jerome x Reader

Notes: Jerome’s POV

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anonymous asked:

Jin + 12 and 14 for the drabble game pleaaaase :D

[ ˌdɛsɪˈdɪərɪəm ]
noun; a powerful desire or yearning.

Prompt: “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you moan… It was like a fucking melody.” + “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.“
Pairing: Seokjin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Count: 2.708 words 

warnings: graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, dirty talk, car sex, oral sex

The charcoal bitumen shines under the moon gaze, the street lamps sketching deep shadows on its surface that usually look somewhat ominous to you but, tonight in the silent of the car with your lover sitting right next to you, they almost look relaxing and comforting.
You sigh in contentment as you think about the three days that await you in the countryside: a little house next to the sea, the quietness of the beach in the midst of winter and the perspective of being just the two of you for the entire stay.
You tilt your head to the side and fix your gaze upon his porcelain face and the little smile painted on his lips ever since you started the little trip.
The moonlight makes his skin look almost as silvery as its own surface - his onyx eyes shine with pure bliss as he looks at you for a moment before concentrating back on the empty road ahead.
“You can take a nap if you want to,” he says, his voice covered in honey, “I’ll wake you up when we’re there.”

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norcumi  asked:

Silly prompt! Obi/Rex, clothes swap/sharing, please?

Obi-Wan is a… bit surprised when, instead of going through his walk towards work totally unseen, as always, he gets… looks. Smiles, and nods, and glares and eyes not meeting is, good looks and bad looks all mixed…

But still. Looks. When normally people are always happy to act as if they are alone on the street, crossing gaze something the average person will avoid at all costs.

It’s when he hears ‘Good day to you, officer’ that he realises why.


Rex walks into the precinct and, immediately, Windu descends on him like the plague. He hasn’t even had his first coffee, why him.

“Fett, can I know what in the fucking hells you are wearing ?!”

Rex is very, very surprised because of all the questions he was expecting, this one doesn’t even make the top hundred cut.
He looks down, expecting to see nothing else but his uniform… and is faced with a blue and white plaid shirt instead of the police-blue one.
Oh fuck.


While lazing around in bed, kissing and letting things heat up in the morning is a very good thing, doing so on a work day was not smart and both Rex and Obi-Wan literally jumped into their clothes and ran to work.
It’s a testament to their panic at the idea of being late (School director Yoda and Captain Mace Windu are two different kind of terrifying but still. Terrifying.) that none of them noticed they had grabbed the other’s shirt.

Sure, Rex’s was a little too tight, but that was starched clothes for you, and Obi-Wan liked his clothes to be comfy, he did not notice that it was quite in the ‘too big’ category until too late.


Rex glares at his partner.
“Not a word. I spilled coffee on mine, I was lucky enough to have a vaguely blue shirt in my car.”
Right.” snorts Skywalker. “Must have been there since you were a teenager, given how small it is.”
“…Shrunk down in the machine.”
Of course.”

Anakin looks like he’s about to let the matter drops when Obi-Wan almost runs inside the police station, looking around with wild eyes… wearing Rex’s uniform.
And, fuck, that does things to Rex. How likely is he to be caught if he just kidnaps his boyfriend and doesn’t let him leave their bedroom for the day ?

“Oh, looks like the laundry does delivery service.” snarks Anakin.

Rex will kidnap Obi-Wan.
But first, he’s killing his partner.