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Cigarettes, Whiskey, Love

Note: thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy! also, I tried to make it an angst fic at 3:40am, yikes! .c

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could make a Bucky one-shot where he’s mega stubborn and refuses to quit a bad habit and include something like “I don’t care anymore cause either way I’m gonna lose you” thank you so much I love your work 

Originally posted by livvy1800

Smoke filled his lungs, the burning sensation sending a shiver down his spine along with the cold temperatures outside. He blows it out into the night, his eyes searching for someone he was positive he’d never see again. All he could think about was where he went wrong. How could he let this happen? Why couldn’t he just be with you and let himself be happy? That’s all he wanted. So why didn’t he let himself accept love? Your love.

His eyes were lifeless, his lungs full of another large inhale of smoke that clawed at his insides. Every puff he took, the orange butt lit up brightly as he held it between the lips he kissed you with just weeks before tonight. It was a bad habit that he didn’t care to quit. He was stubborn that way. But he’d take up every bad habit to numb the pain.

He didn’t care about anything anymore. Alcohol was his third bad habit, one he could drown himself in-desperately trying to drown out his mistakes and past, and his chance at a future. He wasn’t sure how it happened. Everything was fine and then one day he woke up next to the love of his life and felt like he didn’t deserve someone so beautiful and caring. 

Everything about him was destruction, he thought. How could anyone believe otherwise? You tried to make him see that he wasn’t a bad person, no matter what happened in his past. You accepted him for who he is. No more, no less. You didn’t expect him to be completely fine right off the bat, but you thought you’d at least be able to help him through his struggles and walk beside him through the long journey ahead of him. But things don’t work out how you wish them to.

Bucky dropped his nearly finished cigarette on the sidewalk, using the toe of his boot to stomp out the light. He opened the door to the bar he calls a second home as of late, the bell above ringing as he entered. It was mostly empty, given it was 10pm and it closes at midnight. Though most people preferred the club not too far down the block instead of a run-down bar.

The older man behind the counter gave Bucky a warm smile, wiping his hands on the white towel draped over his shoulder. “How ya doin’? The usual?” He asks, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and a glass. Bucky simply nodded and sat on the bar stool at the counter, watching Bernard fill his glass halfway, leaving the bottle beside it.

His eyes remained on the liquid, a deep sigh falling from his nostrils as he let his hand grasp the cup. Taking it to his lips that still had the lingering smell of smoke, he downed it in one gulp. He knew he couldn’t get drunk, but he could still feel the burn as he swallowed. That was enough for him to continue drinking.

Losing track of time, Bucky heard the bell ring on the door, signaling a customer. He didn’t dare look behind him. The gust of wind that followed the person inside let him know who was in here. Your perfume filled his nose and he forgot about everything at once. All except you. 

Bucky visibly tensed as he saw you take a seat on the bar stool next to him from the corner of his eye. It was silent for a few moments, your fingers tapping against the wood counter. Bernard walked over with a smile, greeting you. “Hello, Miss. What can I get you?” Bucky prepared himself for this moment. The moment he would hear your voice again. 

“I don’t drink.” You spoke softly, offering a small albeit forced smile. Oh how he remembers your voice so well. It jolted his heart in his chest, his blood pumping faster than ever before. Bernard nodded with the same smile and went back to cleaning up the far end of the counter, drying some glasses. 

Bucky could hear your intake of breath as you slowly tucked your hair behind your ear, a nervous tick he picked up on a few days after you two met. It feels so ancient now, thinking back to those days. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey, Bucky poured himself some more. “That’s bad for you, you know.” You stated quietly, hoping you wouldn’t disturb the silence too much. 

He set the bottle back down and thought of something to say; anything. He grabbed the glass gently, swirling the liquid around inside before taking a sip. He relished the burn in his throat. “I don’t care anymore, ‘cause either way I’m gonna lose you.” His voice was rough and raspy, almost monotone.

Your heart sank in your chest, the pain was still there. Even seeing him made it hurt worse, when you thought it would help at least a little. You felt that in a way it did, but seeing him partake in bad habit making, you felt partially responsible. The evident smell of smoke let you know that alcohol consumption was not the only bad habit Bucky had picked up on.

“Why do you say that?” You asked, turning in the stool to face Bucky.  Because I already did, he thought to himself. He gulped down the rest of his drink and poured himself another glass. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked like he was having an internal battle with himself. Taking a chance and pulling courage out of thin air, you moved your hand towards Bucky and let it rest on his forearm. 

Bucky’s arm flexed under your hold, your touch sending electricity through his body. It made him feel again, something he’d lost the ability to do ever since that horrible day. He needed to get out of here, he needed to leave, to run away, flee, leave the country. But your soft whispers held him here. 

“Bucky,” His heart jolted again, catching him off guard and he felt his throat burning with emotions, “Can we talk about this?” You asked, feeling your eyes burn with tears. You missed having Bucky around. All the while you were helping him, he was helping you. You fell in love with him and you knew you’d spend the rest of your life with him if you could.

He broke your heart but you’d go through it all again if it meant you’d both share the same love for each other and those happy moments you held onto so dearly. Bucky was silent, opting to take another drink instead of answering your question. He wanted to talk about things; things that hurt him, things that bothered him, things that kept him awake at night, but he couldn’t.

Bucky slid off the bar stool and reached for his lighter in his coat pocket as he made his way to the door. You quickly followed after him, the rush of cool air hitting your face as you got outside, goosebumps biting at your skin. You watched as he pulled out a white box and your lip quivered. “Please, don’t do it.” You pleaded, your hands shook and your heart raced in your chest, the pain increasing by a tenfold.

He pulled out a cigarette and shoved the crinkled, almost empty box back in his pocket. The lighter flicked to life and he raised it to the cigarette held by those lips you loved to kiss so much, the flame lighting the butt. Bucky inhaled immediately and huffed out the smoke. Your eyes watched as a thin cloud disappeared in the wind and you held back a sob. 

“Bucky.” You tried to gain his attention, but it was no use. He stood there, taking inhale after inhale as he stared at the concrete. You took a deep breath and let your tears fall down your cheeks. “I just need to know if you love me.” You whispered, your voice sounding desperate and broken. 

A few moments passed and you thought you’d never hear his answer. Until he lifted his head and looked at the empty streets that were lit up by numerous lampposts. “I do love you, Y/N.” He breathed out, the smoke dancing around in front of him.

He willed his eyes to look over at you, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t bare to see those eyes of yours that he loved looking into any chance he got. He thought about all the different ways he loved your eyes. The way they wrinkled at the corners when you’d laugh at a stupid joke he told you. The way they held such intense feelings when you two made love. The way they calmed him down during the night, soothing him from those damned nightmares. The way they watered the day he left you.

It was silent-all but the low, soft classical piano music that sounded through the bar speakers outside the door. It reminded him of when you’d play him songs you learned throughout the years. Your small fingers dancing so gracefully across the beautiful instrument; he loved it. He loved everything about you. So why couldn’t he quit you? His number one habit.

Note: I truly hope you enjoyed this. feedback is always, always welcome! .c

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anonymous asked:

Heya Mum (Oh boy i hope i don't set the whole Mum/Mom discourse into motion). I know you're super swamped with asks rn but here me out here. SOOOO today is my birthday (Just turned 21!!! Turn Vertical!!!) and i just really wanted a fluffy Sanvers birthday scene (Either can be celebrating) - but only if you feel up to it, if not that's completely fine. This is my first time intruding anyones asks tbh but I digress. Thank you for all the love you shine unto us, it makes our days that much brighter


She doesn’t tell Alex that her birthday is coming up.

She doesn’t tell her, because it doesn’t occur to her: it’s never been a priority for anyone she’s dated before. She’s never been a priority for anyone she’s dated before.

And in school, before there was dating, there were white kids, straight kids, who glared and who took her lunch money and who would make a regular day ten times worse when it was supposed to be her special day.

So she doesn’t tell her, but Alex knows anyway, because Alex is observant and Alex may or may not have had Winn hack into Maggie’s file because she’s gotta have a birthday sometime and she knows Maggie, knows that she’s not the type to tell her, to expect anything.

But she should expect something – she should expect everything – because Alex notices, and Alex pays attention, and Alex dotes on her.

So the morning of Maggie’s birthday, Alex gets up for her run extra early. She says nothing out of the ordinary as she kisses Maggie’s temple, as she makes sure she’s snuggled tight into the sheets. She says nothing as she tiptoes back into the apartment an hour later, sneaking extra quietly because she has extra things in tow. Lots of extra things.

Half a dozen helium balloons – one in the shape of a motorcycle – and pancakes and syrup and eggs and coffee from Maggie’s favorite bodega, and, to her own surprise, a stuffed animal puppy with wide, excited eyes and tongue hanging out.

Stealthy as she tries to be, the motorcycle balloon knocks onto the door frame, and Maggie sits up groggily.

“Al?” she asks, her voice scratchy and thick with sleep.

“Morning birthday girl,” Alex smiles as she drops everything on the counter and pads into the bedroom – her bedroom, rapidly becoming their bedroom.

“Birthday – what – Ally, how’d you – you – why would you – “

“Because,” Alex explains, pushing Maggie back gently by the shoulders, straddling her and kissing her soundly as Maggie’s groggy confusion turns into a sleepy, perfect smile. “The world became a much better place the day you came into it, Maggie Sawyer. And that needs to be celebrated, don’t you think?”

Maggie sighs breathily and arches her body up sleepily as Alex traces kisses from her lips down her jawline and her neck.

“Alex, you… you didn’t have to go to any trouble – “

Alex stills and leans back to look down at Maggie with a furrowed brow and anger at past lovers in her eyes. “Maggie, celebrating you? Treating you like you deserve to be treated? Why would that be any trouble?”

Maggie arches an eyebrow and says nothing, because she can’t say anything, because this must be what birthdays are supposed to feel like, and she glances over Alex’s shoulder and sees the motorcycle balloon and laughs and squeals like it’s Christmas morning and flips Alex off of her and pads across the apartment to see what else Alex got her.

Alex laughs as she sits back up, as she watches, as she follows, and she checks her phone to make sure that Kara and the others are still on for tonight.

Because as thrilled as Maggie is with the balloons and breakfast and stuffy, Alex Danvers hasn’t even begun yet.

There are flowers from her girlfriend on Maggie’s desk at the precinct when she gets there, and all her colleagues know, and all her colleagues thump her on the back and pile bottles of wine and hockey tickets and Supergirl action figures (from their kids) and lesbian sex dice (from her teasing, laughing work partner) onto her desk throughout the day, and Maggie knows exactly who is responsible for making sure everyone knew and shook down with gifts.

Lunch – from her favorite vegan restaurant across town – is delivered to her in the field by one Adrian Rodriguez, the bill footed by one Alex Danvers, Adrian’s absence from physics class excused by Alex Danvers, who has agreed to tutor him in everything he’s missing and pay his train fare so he didn’t have to put out a dime for anything, except for the comic book he’s gotten made for Maggie, tracing the story of her and him and a bunch of the other queer kids she’s helped out and befriended over the years, and Maggie tries not to cry because she’s at work, dammit, but she cries anyway.

And Adrian accompanies to the bar that night – “no alcohol for you, mister underage” – and Maggie expects it to just be Alex, but she should have known better by now, because not only is it Alex: it’s Alex and Kara and M’gann and James and Winn and J’onn, but it’s also her sister and her niece and her favorite cousin and her best (and only) friend from back home.

And it’s all her favorite music blasting out of the bar speakers and it’s a massive vegan rainbow cake and it’s streamers and it’s her girlfriend decked out in a tight red dress, and Maggie knows exactly what she’s wearing underneath it and exactly how her last birthday gift for this year is going to be given to her, and she licks her lips and she has no words for her perfect girlfriend, but Alex doesn’t need them because her smile is enough, and she tries to hold in her tears but she doesn’t have to, doesn’t have to, because this is her family, her family, her family, and – for once – everyone just wants to celebrate her.

the au where foggy nelson goes to harvard law instead and moves back to the city after graduation, whereupon he accidentally becomes the best friend of an honest-to-god masked vigilante who doesn’t even bother to inform his new bff of theoretically important friend facts like his face or name

meanwhile his professional life is going great except the case he’s working on now features one smug asshole as attorney for the defense and foggy doesn’t have time for matt murdock and the smug little smirk he wears whenever foggy says anything, there’s a crime syndicate to thwart and a fledgling superhero who is actually kind of a cool guy to hang out on roofs with and kidnappers tracking down the devil’s only known associate to evade; foggy nelson’s life is complicated enough without throwing attractive blind professional rivals whose guts he hates into the mix

Happy Birthday page-28!

Happy Birthday @page-28! We hope you had a great day celebrating:) To help make your day is even better, @historywriter2007 has written you a lovely Everlark story :)

Originally posted by spiderinthecupboard

Rating: T

Katniss pulled her car along the curb in front of the newly renovated building and huffed as she put it in park. She was still fuming over the fact she had to come out here and review a coffee shop. A real coffee shop, not some place that sold coffee along with exquisite food, no a coffee shop.  Katniss was a food critic, a damn good one, not a coffee critic; but her editor told her she owed one of the owners a favor so now Katniss was the one spending her afternoon at The Cornucopia Coffee Shop instead of trying to work on her pitch to Travel Panem.

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Come a Little Bit Closer (Spoiler Warning for GOTv2)

Peter Quill x Reader

Summary: After escaping from Planet Ego, Yondu survives and encourages you and Peter to finally admit your “unspoken thing”

Warning: Swearing

Originally posted by mintpilot

“That was a close call” Peter yelled as he flew onto the awaiting ship with Yondu- both of them wearing spacesuits.

“Hell yeah it was boy, nearly had my ass handed to me by that maniac” Yondu dusted off his jacket and called Kraglin in to get a report on the ship.

“Peter! Are you okay?” you rushed up to your fellow Terran and checked him over for injuries.

“I`m okay Y/N” he pulled you to him and his eyes reassured you but behind his look was relief and sadness.

“Who knew my Dad was a fucking psycho?” he asked you.

“I told ya Pete, he was a creepy motherfucker when he told me to pick up kids from different planets. I am so glad I didn’t take you to him” Yondu patted Peter on the back as the rest of the team gaped at the revelation that Yondu saved Peter.

Peter didn’t say a word, just went up to his mentor and hugged him.

“Whatcha playing at kid” Yondu complained but hugged back.

The next couple of days were spent recovering from the trauma and treating wounds so you all decided a stop on Knowhere for a much needed night off.

“Whew, I am ready to get laid” Kraglin cracked his knuckles and checked his hair in the Milano`s paint.

“Laid down? Where?” Drax asked and Rocket rolled his eyes.

“On a bed. With a woman” Rocket quipped and chuckled at the gasp from Mantis.

“I wish I was on a bed with a man” she confessed.

“Maybe one day, if you wear a mask” Drax replied.

“Drax! What the hell dude?” you poked him for saying that to a woman.

“Let`s go get fucked” Yondu raised his arm to move us forward to the bars.

“I am Groot” came the small voice from Peter`s shoulder.

“You`re too young” Peter replied and patted the small tree who huffed and crossed his arms.

The bar choice was limited in Knowhere as most places had nightly murders.

“This one is semi-reputable” Gamora announced.

“Oh yeah, they only have a weekly murder” Rocket sassed, pushing you along as you hesitated.

“You know there are times when I regret joining you weirdos” you sigh.

“You`re with us because you couldn’t resist being with another Terran, especially a hot one” Peter winked.

“Oh yeah that`s why” you laughed.

“I wish they would just get together” Yondu nudged Kraglin who nodded.

“I may have an idea” Rocket said, winking.

“What ya winking at Rockie?” you teased.

“Damn it, wrong eye” he huffed.

“Racoons” you and Peter said at the same time.

The next couple of hours were spent with Peter at the bar, drinking weirdly named cocktails and playing a weird form of darts.

“What the fuck is this game?” Peter threw the exploding dart to the other board- yes there are two boards.

“Right, let`s plug this shit in” Yondu commanded as Kraglin worked the speaker Rocket made for fight soundtracks.

Music from Peter`s Zune came out of the speakers to fill the bar.

“What the hell?” you looked across the room to see Peter heading over to Yondu, Kraglin and Rocket who were messing around with the Zune.

In a little cafe, just the over side of the border, she was just sitting there giving me looks that made my mouth water

Peter and Yondu argued from the other side and eventually one of them won as Peter began to dance in the middle of the room.

“Ugh just dance with him Terran” Gamora pushed you slightly.

You looked back at her in shock but made your way over to the fellow human…well former half human.

Come a little bit closer your my kind of man, so big and so strong

Peter pulled you to him and swung you around, holding you closer as the song went on.

“Pete” you laughed as he moved you both around the makeshift dance floor.

“I need to deal with this unspoken thing” he sighed.

“What unspoken thing?” you coughed.

“I love you” he declared, bringing you back to him and you stopped dancing.

“What?” you choked out and he swallowed his nerves.

“I have loved you since I first saw you beat the shit out of that Ravenger. Then my father was going to use you against me, that sick fucker knew I loved you and nearly killed you because of it…I still feel sick thinking about it. Yondu finally told me to grow some balls and tell you how I felt as he said life was too short. He’s right and I should have told you before that shit storm…I love you” he finished with a small smile and nervous eyes.

“I love you too you idiot. Please don’t think you are you’re father, he was a maniac and I don’t know how he was a part of creating such an amazing man. Don’t doubt yourself my love, you are a hero” you pulled him close and kissed him softly.

“Both humans will procreate with their own species” Drax applauded.

“I feel a strong sexual love and I am not even touching them” Mantis nodded.

“Is Mary Poppins a matchmaker too?” Yondu asked.

“Yes” you laughed and kissed Peter again.

“He`s Mary Poppins y`all” Peter chuckled against your lips.

“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” you replied and Peter guffawed.

“Super-what?” Yondu looked confused and Kraglin distracted him with another drink.

“I am Groot” a small hand tugged on your leg.

“Yes, finally” you picked him up and placed him on your shoulder as Peter pulled you closer.


“This is a bad idea.”

“Don’t worry about it, Daichi-san!” Nishinoya leaned up from Asahi’s shoulders and pressed the front half of the colorful Happy Birthday banner to the hood over the alcohol shelves. Asahi offered him a strip of clear tape and Nishinoya took it. “It’ll be fun!” he said cheerfully.

“For you,” Daichi scowled as he set a plate on the counter and covered it in multi-colored sprinkles.

“C’mon, Sawamura!” Kuroo called from across the bar where he stood on a booth, hanging up streamers. “It’s a party! It’ll be a blast!”

“It’ll be a blast, until I have to clean up tomorrow morning,” Daichi grumbled. He rimmed a large martini glass with frosting and then dipped it into the sprinkles.

“Is Sawa-chan still complaining?” Oikawa’s voice echoed from the bar’s speakers.

“Yes,” everyone answered in a shout.

“Sawa-chan, just shut up and enjoy the party.”

Bokuto bounded up to the counter, Akaashi following at a slower pace, a bag slung over his shoulder.

“Okay, everyone take a sparkler!”

“Sparkler?” Daichi blanched.

“Woo!” Asahi lowered Nishinoya from his shoulders and he raced around the counter. “I want two of them! I’m gonna dual wield! Ryuu, get over here!”

Akaashi opened his bag and Bokuto started handing the fireworks out as people gathered around.

“This is a bad idea,” Daichi rubbed his eyes. “My bar is going to burn down.”

“Daichi…” Asahi stood at his shoulder. “Maybe I should call the fire department and have them on standby…”

“Fire and liquor, what could possibly go wrong?” Hanamaki waved his sparkler in Daichi’s face.

He slapped it away with a scowl. “I’m going to have ashes all over the god damn floor. You bastards better show up tomorrow morning and help me clean this place!”

Everyone scoffed and rolled their eyes.

“You sons of bitches!”

Asahi grabbed two candles in the shapes of a two and a four and carried them around the counter in the direction of the karaoke stage where an immense cake rested on a short table. Iwaizumi stood beside it, browsing through the karaoke machine, a half empty beer in his hands.

“Is Sawa-chan still complaining?” Oikawa’s voice echoed through the speakers.

“It’s okay, Daichi-san!” Hinata leaned on the counter and smiled wide, “I’ll come help clean up!”

Daichi smiled, “Hinata, you’re my favorite.”

“Anything for you, Dad!” Hinata gave him a thumbs up and ran off across the bar to where Kenma sat in a booth playing his DS.

Daichi turned to the others as they covered their mouths to stifle their laughter.

“Alright, which one of you bastards told him to call me that?”

Kuroo snickered, “Well, Suga-senpai is his mom, right?”

“That makes you his dad!” Bokuto said brightly.

“We tried to get him to call you Daddy but he wouldn’t,” Matsukawa said dully.

“Thank God,” Daichi set his martini glass aside and lifted a cocktail shaker.

“Yes, that is a privilege granted only to Sugawara-san,” Akaashi nodded seriously.

“No, not even he’s allowed to call me that,” Daichi filled the shaker with ice. “He just does what he wants.”

Akaashi turned to Bokuto and leveled him with a stare.

“Bokuto-san. May I call you Da—”

“Noooo,” Bokuto’s cheeks flamed and he turned and ran across the bar.

Kuroo patted Akaashi’s back, “Don’t mind.”


Daichi glanced up from his cocktail as Ushijima walked up to the counter with Tendou, Semi, and Shirabu. Each of their arms were loaded with various brightly colored flowers.

“Is this sufficient foliage?” Ushijima asked, blinking slowly.

“Jesus,” Daichi muttered. “Uh… yeah, that’s sufficient. Now where do you plan to put them?”

They glanced around quietly.

Shirabu let out a sigh, “I knew I shouldn’t have come to this stupid party.”

“Why did you come?” Hanamaki asked.

“He heard Miya would be here,” Tendou said with a smirk.

“Shut up! That’s not why!”

“It’s not?” Miya appeared out of nowhere and slid in behind Shirabu, placing his hands on his waist.

Shirabu’s cheeks blazed, “It’s not.”

“Now, now, Kenjirou,” Miya pressed his lips to his ear, reaching around and plucking a red rose from the bouquet in his arms. He held it up to his face, “Don’t play coy. You’re much cuter when you are honest with your feelings. Like last weekend when we—”

AAUUUUGHH!” Shirabu threw the flowers into the air and they scattered across the floor. “I’m leaving!” he turned and marched towards the door.

Miya snickered and gave chase, “Now, now, Kenjirou, I was just kidding…”

“Fuck off!”

Daichi measured cake vodka into the shaker with a scowl, avoiding looking at the fresh mess on his floor.

Ushijima glanced down at the flowers and then asked, “So… on the floor…”

“Hell no,” Daichi snapped. He added the final ingredients of his cocktail and capped the shaker.

“Ah!” Hinata’s voice drew his attention. He stood up on the booth’s seat, “Shimizu-san just texted me! They’re on the street!”

EVERYONE STAY CALM!” Bokuto started running around in circles, waving his two unlit sparklers.

The bar hummed with excitement as everyone took their places. Daichi hurriedly shook the cocktail and then strained it into the martini glass. He grabbed a can of whipped cream from under the counter and covered the top of the drink with it.

“Dim the lights!” Kuroo commanded, whipping a lighter from his pocket. “Everyone hold out your sparklers and I’ll come light them!”

“Fuck, this is going to be a disaster,” Daichi muttered, gently sticking a single candle into the whipped cream.

“Oh my god I’m so excited,” Oikawa’s voice said giddily through the speakers.

Daichi carried the cocktail around the counter and stood near the front of the group. Kuroo moved from person to person, lighting their sparklers. Laughter floated through the bar as sparks exploded across the floor.

Daichi winced.

“This is a bad idea,” he muttered.

“This is a great idea,” Hanamaki said behind his shoulder.

“The best idea,” Matsukawa agreed.

Asahi dimmed the lights and a hush fell over the bar. Kuroo bolted to Daichi and lit the candle in his cocktail and then joined Bokuto on the other side of room. A few moments ticked by, the only sound the crackling of the numerous sparklers.

And then the door was opening and Sugawara’s voice floated inside,

Listen. The only thing I want for my birthday is for Daichi to fuck me until I can’t feel my legs—”

He, Shimizu, and Yaku entered the bar and everyone bellowed,


Sugawara jumped, letting out a terrified screech. Shimizu hid a smile behind her hand and Yaku laughed.

Sugawara’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened as he stared around the bar.

“Wh-what?” he blinked rapidly.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” everyone cheered again.

Tendou threw his flowers in the air with an exuberant, “Yahoo!

Semi and Ushijima followed suit and Daichi suppressed his groan.

Tanaka, Hinata, and Nishinoya ran back and forth, waving their sparklers above their heads.

Sugawara’s cheeks flushed and he found Daichi among the crowd. Daichi smiled warmly and lifted his cocktail.

“Happy birthday.”

Sugawara walked towards him, eyes still wide, mouth still gaping open, but now curved into a shocked grin. Daichi held the drink out.

“Go on, make a wish.”

Sugawara giggled and pressed a hand to his eyes momentarily.

“What could I possibly wish for?” he whispered. “I have everything I’ve ever wanted…”

Daichi’s chest warmed, “Then maybe wish that my bar doesn’t catch on fire?”

Sugawara let out a laugh and lowered his hand from his glossy eyes. He leaned forward and blew out the candle. The bar erupted in cheers and Daichi plucked the candle from the whipped cream and handed the drink over. Sugawara grabbed his arm and sipped the cocktail as the first tear slipped down his cheek.

Daichi pressed a hand to the small of his back and kissed him gently on the forehead.


Everyone turned towards Iwaizumi, leaning on the wall next to the karaoke station.

Sugawara’s eyes widened once more at the sight of the cake, “Holy—”

Suddenly, the top half exploded backwards and Oikawa thrust to his feet from inside the cake, arms held high above his head. He was shirtless, with two golden tassels stuck over his nipples.

He lowered the microphone in his hand to his lips and started to sing,

Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday to youuuuu…

Sugawara shrieked and laughed, leaning heavily into Daichi’s side.

The rest of the bar joined in with the song,

Happy birthday, Sugawaraaaa…

Oikawa scowled, “Stop it. Only me. I’m supposed to sing.”

Haaaaaappy birthday to youuuu!” they finished and Oikawa stomped angrily.

“You ruined it! Bastards! This was my moment!”

Sugawara laughed and laughed until tears were streaming down his cheeks.

And many moooorrre,” Hanamaki sang loudly.

“AH!” Oikawa crawled out of the cake, destroying the rest of it. “No! Let me!” He cleared his throat and sang in a low, sultry voice,

And many mooorrree…

“Suga-san, happy birthday!” Hinata bounded up to him and Oikawa let out a screech and hurled the microphone across the bar, nailing Bokuto in the temple.

Sugawara hugged Hinata and then everyone was crowding around, shouting birthday wishes, pulling him left and right and kissing his cheeks.

“Hey now,” Daichi scolded. “Don’t get too handsy…”

Suddenly a loud ringing echoed through the bar and the sprinklers went off, spraying water to every corner of the room.








“God fucking damn it,” Daichi pulled his vest off and held it over Sugawara’s head.

Sugawara laughed and turned to him. He leaned in close, grinning gleefully up into his face.

“I’m so happy!” he said. “Thank you!”

Daichi stared down at him for a long second before a slow, warm smile spread over his face. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered as he pulled away.

Sugawara handed his cocktail over to Akaashi standing nearby and wrapped his arms around Daichi’s waist.



“I didn’t wish for your bar to not catch fire.”

Daichi blinked in surprise, “Then what did you wish for?”

His eyes glinted mischievously and Daichi knew the answer before he even said it.

“That dick.”

Well… it’s not what I originally planned but… HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANYWAY SUGA! Good luck on scorin’ that dick later.

Originally posted by heybuckaroohowareyou

Your Ed Sheeran Song (Riverdale Preferences)
  • Archie:
  • The A Team; You could never remember if you were a happy child.High school had changed your behavior drastically, you were eating less and crying more.You heart slowly started to shatter, piece by piece.You slept with a new guys almost every day,you were never attached to any of them, you were too damaged.You were only ever in it for the money.Archie had tried his best to help you,tried to help you pay rent in your tiny apartment that your parents got you as a graduation present. He tried to help You quit your addiction to cocaine, but it was no use.He never forgave himself when he was woken up one night by his phone ringing. You were found dead by your neighbor do to an overdose.A part of him died that night along with you.His heart, became so iced over, it could easily rival Elsa's ice castle in frozen. You would never know about the pain that you caused him,but he knew about your pain.He only wished that he could've saved you sooner.
  • Betty:
  • Photograph; Being away from the person you loved was difficult.All you had were memories and photographs to look at when the pain got to be too much to handle. You had recently went on vacation, to Japan of all places.You would be gone for six months, and it crushed Betty.You two could never be apart for more than a minute, so how could you bare to be apart for an entire half of a year.Your fingers touched the slightly crumpled black and white picture in your pocket. You pulled it out to see a grinning Betty looking back at you.She was surrounded by flashy lights and carnival rides.You smiled, it was your absolute favorite memory. You two had spent your first night together that night.It was a moment that held a special place in both of your hearts.As long as you had the pictures, and the memories, and a stable internet connection, You and Betty would be just fine.
  • Veronica:
  • Castle on the Hill; Life was incredibly short, time could be so easily wasted. All you wanted was to go back to the days of your youth.When you were six, and you broke your leg.When you were fifteen and You and Veronica had had your first kiss, you were pretty sure that you messed it up though. Basically every day that you spent with Veronica,even the bad ones.You left Riverdale as soon as you were able, leaving Veronica behind in the process.She resented you for what you did,but she still understood.She would've done the exact same thing.The two of you never slept, you were too busy missing each other, missing the way you made the other feel, the way you had an ability to make each other feel safe with just a simple touch.Things could never be the same however, you had already fucked it up enough.You didn't want to make it worse.
  • Jughead:
  • All Of The Stars; The night sky peered down at the boy carefully watching for a shooting star.Finally, one happened to pass him by, and when it did,he thought of you.He missed you so much, he would sing your favorite lullabies by the river that used to be your favorite spot.Even though he had a terrible voice, he would sing a million songs to you if you were here with him, but you wouldn't be. It was the one year anniversary of your death. You had died from brain cancer, the doctors found out too late for them to do anything about it. You lived for about seven more months.Jughead thought back to the night before you found out that you had cancer. The two of you were lounging across an actual bed since he was staying at Archie's.You went to sleep before him,your head softly lulling to side of his shoulder. He looked over at you and that was when he fell utterly in love with you.He knew that he had to move on, but he couldn't, not from you,never from you.
  • Reggie:
  • Thinking Out Loud; You were young, in the prime of your lives.It was the time to make mistakes, to fall in love, then back out again.You and Reggie,you were different.Your spark was never going to burn out, no matter what had yet to happen to you two. You loved him, but you were constantly worried about your lives after high school.What if he no longer loved you when there was nothing to hold him down. If you were going to live the years together, would he even remember what your love tasted like.However, you had absolute faith in him. You knew that he would love you until death and a long time after that. You two were attached to the hip, you were soulmates.Neither one of you was ever going to let something like that just slip through your fingertips. It's like a certain hybrid original once said,"Crazy or not,that kind of love never dies."
  • Cheryl:
  • Shape Of You; The club isn't the best place to find love, most people knew that.That was why you,Archie,Veronica,Betty,and Jughead had found yourselves at a local bar, miraculously managing to get in.You were all throwing back shots of every available type of alcohol rapidly. Out of the corner of your eye, you notched Cheryl Blossom waking towards you with her signature resting bitch face and enormous high heels. She zeroed her focus in on you, confidently grabbing your arm and dragging you towards the juke box. Your friends were too drunk to even notice that you were gone.You intertwined your hands with Cheryl's as you picked a song. Cheryl smirked as Shape of You by Ed Sheeran boomed through the bar's speakers. You bodies squished together, your hands on each other waists, enjoying the feel of your bodies grinding against each other. Even though you were both already starting to fall in love, you were already deeply in love with your bodies. They were fine on their own, but together, they were nothing more than magnificent.
Same Birthday

word count: 1.2k

genre: fluff

pairing: vernon x reader

Originally posted by sonikvzoumm

“Happy birthday baby!” You jumped into his arms in a fit of laughter as you chirped out of happiness.

He chuckled lowly, somewhat tired from his schedule today but coming home to you was his favourite part of the day. Vernon hugged you gently while you held onto him tightly even though he was bit a sweaty from dancing most of the day.

“Happy birthday to you too babe.” Vernon gave you a kiss, smile in the middle of it.

The two of you shared the same birthday which was one of the first things that you both talked about and kind of bonded over when the two of you first met.

It’s been two years since and you both have had a great relationship together. Whenever it came to occasions, you totally freaked out over what to get Vernon, how to celebrate the occasion with him and make the day feel special and so on. Vernon could always tell how much you over thank everything. He found it adorable how much effort and though you put into making him feel special. Vernon would always tell you that you would need to calm down and he’d comfort you.

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Author: Admin Grace

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Summary: When the lights go down in the city, Dean and Y/N sit at a bar until something needs to be done to break the tension

Warnings: I think a little cussing but I don’t remember. There’s a kiss.


It was a typical post-hunt ritual…

Sam was at the motel room sleeping, reading - whatnot…
And then Dean and Y/N drinking (not to mention Dean usually scoring some girl or whatnot).

It usually was an upbeat environment; Dean and Y/N bonding over sharking a game of pool or playing wingman for the other, if the situation called for it.

But this - this was a dive. bar.

There were only five beings in the establishment and three of ‘em were Winchester and Co. and the bartender.

“You know what really makes a person sit and think?” Y/N thought aloud suddenly.

“What?” Dean responded, peering over his own hunched form to look at her.

“Drinkin’ whiskey, and listening to Journey,” she said with a proud little grin as Lights played over the shitty speakers of the bar.

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Vietnam’s Gay Scene

Vietnam’s gay scenes may be lacking in nightlife, but as David Mann reports, things are (slowly) changing for the better.

It’s Saturday night and the boys are ready to hit the town. Binh, 25, is a personal trainer, Alex, 23, is a mixed-race marketing executive and Duong, 26, is a successful Viet Kieu entrepreneur.

Our destination is the suggestively named Golden Cock “G.C” Bar. It lays claim to being the oldest gay bar in Vietnam. It’s also the only gay bar in Hanoi. Just steps from Hoan Kiem Lake, G.C. Bar is pretty much empty during the week except for two hours each Saturday night, when it’s packed to the rafters with gentlemen seeking the company of other gentlemen.

Gay rights supporters cycle through Hanoi as part of the city’s annual Viet Pride festival. 

Inside we join a scrum of sweaty bodies waiting in line for drinks as Kesha’s We R Who We R blares on the speakers. The bar occupies the first floor of a traditional Hanoi tube house: long and narrow, with no dance floor and a lone pool table.

After collecting our reasonably priced G&Ts, the boys and I head to a corner where we can safely peruse the local talent. “Do any of these look familiar?” I ask watching Binh’s eyes scan the room, which is filled predominately with locals and a handful of expats.

“Yeah, most of them I’ve seen before, either here or on Grindr,” he says, referring to the popular gay dating app. “But I prefer to go out. I like meeting guys in person and talking with them out in the open — this is really the only place to do that.”

Soon enough, it’s standing only as more boys pack into the already crammed bar to navigate the safari of twinks, muscle Marys and the odd bear. No dancing, though, which is immensely frustrating given the music is perhaps the most, ahem, fabulous in all of Hanoi.

But then at 12am the curfew hits, the lights come on and the bar closes. Some pack into cabs bound for all-night bars, the rest hop on their motorcycles and head home.

Hanoi’s Emerging Scene

Coming from Sydney, widely considered one of the great gay capitals of the world, I initially found myself disappointed with the absence of a vibrant gay scene in Hanoi. Back home, my Saturday nights were happily spent bouncing between the half-a-dozen or so gay bars on Sydney’s iconic Oxford Street.

Indeed, the more time I spent in Hanoi, the more I realised that Vietnam’s conservative social mores had resulted in same-sex people fraternising mostly behind closed doors, rather than out in the open, in the kinds of bars and trendy gaybourhoods that I was accustomed to.

“There has been a gay boom in Vietnam — in both cities,” says Minh. “Twenty years ago, you would have struggled to see openly gay people or couples walking down the street, or even in bars.”

“People are still very discreet because of the community environment. They’re worried about what people think,” Duong tells me over coffee. “Probably like how Sydney or London was 30 years ago.”

An image from “The Pink Choice” a compilation of photos of same-sex couples in Vietnam compiled by Vietnamese photographer Maika Elan.

However, none of this is to say that Hanoi has nothing to offer its gay residents and visitors. In fact, Minh, 35, says that compared with when he first came out 20 years ago, things have improved dramatically.

“There has been a gay boom in Vietnam — in both cities,” he says. “20 years ago, you would have struggled to see openly gay people or couples walking down the street, or even in bars.”

Indeed, there’s a lot of evidence to show that Hanoi’s gay scene is developing. At Com Ga Café in Hanoi’s Old Quarter, owner Anh-Thuan Nguyen has dedicated the fourth floor to The Closet, a gay-friendly café and lounge that hosts bi-monthly events.

Music and cocktail venue CAMA ATK, tucked away on Mai Hac De Street in Hanoi’s Hai Ba Trung District, hosts a monthly Queer Disco where gay icons Beyonce, Kylie, Lady Gaga and Madonna are the main soundtrack and drag queens proudly strut their stuff for the audience. May’s Queer Disco also saw the launch of Hanoi’s first LGBT zine (hipster speak for “magazine”), Hanoi Panic, which is now stocked at cafes Joma, Daluva and La Bicicleta. The publication’s founders have also, as of September, opened the Hanoi Panic Bar, hosting everything from after parties to speaker events and weekly themed parties. 

“I think more spaces to meet other gay people would really improve the scene here,” he says. “Especially another bar or club with a dance floor to go dancing with friends — that would be amazing.”

There is also the US Embassy-sponsored ASEAN Pride Festival, which for the second consecutive year, saw around 5000 Hanoians gather to watch queer-friendly live music acts from around Southeast Asia perform to raise awareness of LGBT issues and celebrate sexual diversity. [Openly gay U.S. Ambassador - the first openly gay U.S. Ambassador to be posted to Southeast Asia - Ted Osius and husband Clayton Bond also attended the event, accompanied by other members of the diplomatic community.]

Revellers at this year’s Halloween Queer Disco Party at Club CAMA ATK in Hanoi. 

Of course, there are plenty of LGBT-friendly cafés found throughout Hanoi. In Tay Ho District, Maison de Tet Décor is popular with the brunching crowd, while Puku, Boo Cafe and the Hanoi Social Club show their fervent support of gay clientele with rainbow flags on the walls as a sign of proud solidarity.

But for Alex, an American expat who moved to Hanoi six months ago from Phnom Penh, the capital’s gay scene still lags behind other parts of Asia, including neighbouring Cambodia and Thailand.

“I think more spaces to meet other gay people would really improve the scene here,” he says. “Especially another bar or club with a dance floor to go dancing with friends — that would be amazing.”

Meanwhile, in Saigon

Down south, however, a slightly different story emerges. More developed, wealthier and with a larger contingent of expats and openly gay Vietnamese, Ho Chi Minh City flies the rainbow flag moderately higher than its northern sister.

In comparison with Hanoi, Ho Chi Minh City boasts a marginally more developed scene. Its comparatively high concentration of LGBT residents, including those who have relocated from the countryside or overseas, has also helped the tolerance levels, creating a more open and liberal environment where locals can be more open about their sexual preference.

“It’s not really hard to meet guys or girls here — whether it’s at the office, mixed bars or gyms like California Wow. People are less discreet here than they are in Hanoi,” he says.

“Ho Chi Minh City is more happening and open in terms of gay venues and the visibility of the gay community,” says Huy, an executive at a hip digital marketing agency in Ho Chi Minh City’s District 1.

For the younger crowds, Saturday nights are typically split between Centro Lounge, near Lam Son Square, the Republic Lounge in District 1, or Papa Café, a café-cum-double-storey-club overlooking Turtle Lake.

“Older guys tend to go to Apocalypse, a gay-straight bar, but overall the scene is pretty mixed in terms of where different tribes — twinks, jocks, bears — hang out. It’s not really that segregated.”

Huy also says that Le Pub and THI Lounge in District 1 cater to mixed gay-straight crowds, with a strong patronage from gay clientele on weekends.

“It’s not really hard to meet guys or girls here — whether it’s at the office, mixed bars or gyms like California Wow. People are less discreet here than they are in Hanoi,” he says.

Of course, not everyone likes to be scene queen. “I don’t really frequent the ‘scene’ anymore,” explains former Saigon scenester Josh Nguyen. “I did get into it at one point but soon got tired of the stereotypical attitudes. The music is also a terrible mix between Vinahouse and Top 40.”

Wanted: More Lesbians

But while the gay fellas of Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City might bemoan their lack of romantic options, women have it even harder.

“I did notice that it’s much, much easier to meet gay men in Ho Chi Minh City, and that the bigger expat community and maybe more outgoing locals meant I was meeting more gay people in general,” says Karen Hewell, an American expat who arrived in Vietnam nearly three years ago, and has lived in both cities.

“Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City are not far apart in terms of a community for women,” she says, adding that after some fruitless searches online and asking around, she posted something on The New Hanoian, an English language community site in Vietnam.

“Meeting queer women can be difficult because of local traditions that stipulate children live with their parents until marriage. Had I not met her, I could imagine I would have reached a point of dire frustration”

“I had two ladies respond saying they also had a hard time finding places to meet like-minded women, and we sort of bonded over that.”

Karen, who now lives with her Vietnamese girlfriend in Hanoi, says the two met on a blind date set up by a mutual friend. She says that initially cultural barriers made it tricky to meet other women, regardless of whether they were open about their sexuality or not.

“Meeting queer women can be difficult because of local traditions that stipulate children live with their parents until marriage. Had I not met her, I could imagine I would have reached a point of dire frustration.

“I know that people also use apps like Brenda and OkCupid, and Le Pub attracts a decent crowd of women on weekends, same with trendy coffee shops — but it moves around.”

However, in spite of the challenges, she’s optimistic that a shift in attitudes, along with bigger pride events, will deliver a more open and active gay scene for both men and women.

“Having now moved back to Hanoi after doing a long stint in Ho Chi Minh City, it’s so refreshing to see things like Queer Disco — that gays actually go to — pop up.”

The Apps

While Hanoi may be a little behind the times in regards to gay nightlife, it’s right on cue with its use of high-tech dating apps such as Grindr, Tindr, Jack’d and Her (for women) that employ GPS-tracking to connect you with other like-minded people nearby. Since arriving on the market around four years ago, use of the apps has skyrocketed along with the purchase of smartphones.

“In the past, people would have gone to gyms or saunas to meet people. Now, the apps mean you can meet other LGBT people even more discreetly — whether it’s other Vietnamese, tourists or expats,” says Tuan

“In the past, people would have gone to gyms or saunas to meet people. Now, the apps mean you can meet other LGBT people even more discreetly — whether it’s other Vietnamese, tourists or expats,” says Tuan, a 29-year-old business development manager.

But while the emergence of networking apps such as Grindr and Jack’d means Tuan has no trouble finding dates, he says it’s been harder to find someone to settle down with.

“Most people on networking apps, whether it’s hookup apps like Grindr or matchmaking apps like Tinder, aren’t really interested in a relationship,” says Tuan.

“I don’t like using the apps. But I still know a lot of people enjoy using them.”

Whether you’re heading out for the night or searching for love, it seems like there are increasingly more options on the table for gay people in Vietnam. For young guys like Binh, Alex and Duong, the current trends are encouraging.

“We know things are changing. And it’s definitely changing for the better — albeit slowly.

“As Vietnam develops and becomes more open, we know the gay scene will, too.”

**Disclaimer: This article was originally slated to run in the June edition of Word magazine but was pulled by Vietnam’s censors. 


Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Summary: When the lights go down in the city, Dean and Y/N sit at a bar until something needs to be done to break the tension.

Warnings: I think a little cussing but I don’t remember. There’s a kiss.

A/N: This is my entry for @beckawinchester’s Birthday Challenge! My prompt was - “I didn’t do it! Wasn’t me! Never happened!”, and the location was a bar.
I wanna thank the lovely @imnoaingeal for reading through it a few times, helping me end it!

It was a typical post-hunt ritual…

Sam was at the motel room sleeping, reading - whatnot…
And then Dean and Y/N drinking (not to mention Dean usually scoring some girl or whatnot).

It usually was an upbeat environment; Dean and Y/N bonding over sharking a game of pool or playing wingman for the other, if the situation called for it.

But this - this was a dive. bar.

There were only five beings in the establishment and three of ‘em were Winchester and Co. and the bartender.

“You know what really makes a person sit and think?” Y/N thought aloud suddenly.

“What?” Dean responded, peering over his own hunched form to look at her.

“Drinkin’ whiskey, and listening to Journey,” she said with a proud little grin as Lights played over the shitty speakers of the bar.

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Your Japanese Apartment

Hey there, JET newbies! If you’re in Group A, you’ve got less than a week to go before your arrival in Japan! Are you excited? I hope you are! At this point last year, I was a tightly-wound bundle of nerves, excitement, mild panic, and curiosity.  And the thing I was most curious about was my Japanese apartment!

I was never put into contact with a predecessor because Sapporo BoE JETs switch schools often and I was given a newly-furbished apartment. There are both pros and cons to a new place! On the one hand, it’s clean and the tatami mats, walls, and windows are nice, new, and functional. You also don’t have any leftover junk from previous ALTs. On the other hand, the furnishings provided by the BoE are usually the bare minimum and, though of perfectly good quality, aren’t the top-of-the-line.

Now, my apartment is a place in which I actually enjoy spending time, but in the beginning, it was a bit of a different story. As such, I thought I’d offer my advice on setting up a Japanese apartment!


Although this may change from year to year (and obviously from C.O. to C.O.), I was initially set up with:

  • Microwave
  • Refrigerator
  • Cooking range
  • Washing machine
  • Rice cooker
  • Small kitchen table and two matching chairs
  • Cushioned two-seater bench
  • Short coffee table
  • Full futon set
  • Vacuum
  • Basic kitchen supplies (forks, spoons, chopsticks, a pan, a pot, and a few plates/bowls)
  • Other knick-knacks (small drying rack for laundry, etc.)
  • Curtains for balcony windows, living room, bedroom windows, and bathroom area

As I mentioned before, all of the items were new and of medium quality. They all worked well and I was very happy to have them, but if you want anything a little nicer (like a real couch or a futon more than three inches thick), you’ll have to purchase those items yourself.


I was glad I brought more money than initially recommended by the JET Program, not only because there ended up being some unexpected fees, but because it gave me a better chance to set up quickly. Though my apartment seemed a little sparse but appropriately-furnished at first, when I went to unpack, I found myself floundering. For all that empty space, there was no place to put anything! As such, here are some of the first things I would recommend purchasing if you don’t have them:

  • Closet organizational pieces (shelves, drawers, etc.)
  • Standing closet rod set/separate wardrobe – DO NOT USE A TENSION ROD FOR YOUR PRIMARY CLOTHES CLOSET. TRUST ME.
  • Rolling drawer sets/dresser
  • Shelving units for sink area, washing machine, bathroom, and kitchen
  • Full-length mirror
  • Tall standing-fan(s)
  • Adhesive hooks
  • Basic tool kit
  • Cleaning supplies
  • Umbrella stand (and umbrellas!)

As I mentioned before, your primary goal should be maximizing your storage space. Though Japanese homes often have large closets and cabinets, the space isn’t always broken up into useable shelves and such. Your purchases don’t have to be fancy or expensive, but they should be sturdy.  Trust me, you’ll thank me later when you actually have a place to unpack your clothes and toiletries (within the first month, no less!).


Once you’ve got yourself set-up and can unpack your things, you can start thinking about spending your spare cash on some fun non-essentials! These are the ones I bought after I dealt with the necessary stuff:

  • Larger futon and memory foam topper
  • TV
  • Speaker bar
  • Blackout curtains
  • Convection oven
  • Electric kettle
  • Blender
  • Couch
  • Kotatsu
  • Other decorative items

Some of the other ALTs also bought things like breadmakers and gaming consoles. Other than that, it’s up to you how you want to fill and decorate your place!

If you did have a predecessor and have a lot of stuff you want to get rid of, I’d recommend sorting through it for nice things you can give or sell to other ALTs/recycle shops. Then, for the rest, contact your supervisor or other ALTs to ask how you should dispose of the bulky refuse. For large items, you’ll usually need to pay for a disposal ticket and keep an eye out for the appropriate day on the trash schedule.


Although there are tons of places where you can find the things you need, I’d highly recommend the following:


The Japanese IKEA! It offers decently-priced furniture and home items ranging from decent quality to really high quality. You can use their online store (they offer a cash-on-delivery payment option) or one of their physical locations (where you can have your items shipped home!). Most furniture comes with the tools necessary to put it together, but that basic toolkit I recommended above will go a long way.

Recycle shops–

What a steal! People in Japan tend to buy the latest models of things, so they donate perfectly nice and functional appliances and furniture items to secondhand shops. New tech in Japan is surprisingly expensive, so I’d definitely recommend getting your TVs, gaming consoles, etc. here.


If you’re lucky enough to live near a Costco, you can grab tons of nice things for a pretty decent price. I actually snagged my Bluetooth speaker bar from here and it’s yet to disappoint me. Just keep in mind that getting things home is pretty difficult without a car, especially if you don’t live really close.

Dollar stores–

Cheap, cheap, CHEAP!  Hyaku-en shops aren’t known for their quality, but you can find almost anything you need here. I wouldn’t recommend buying their cleaning supplies (get your sprays n’ stuff from the grocery store!), but kitchen supplies, glassware/plates, utensils, and decorative items are all easily found and purchased. My personal favorite is Seria, but a lot of other ALTs really like Daiso.

Good luck setting up your new homes, newbies!


Did you and Chris know each other before you worked on this project or did you just have [chemistry]? (x)

Cheater, Cheater

onlyalittlebitmad requested a oneshot based on the song ‘Before He Cheats’

Here’s the song



“Y/N, I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Then don’t come.”


You stood at the entrance to the bar, hand poised above the door handle. Sam stared at you, wanting desperately to convince you to go back home with him, to leave this foolish plan behind. But from the look of determination on your face, he knew there was no going back. Not yet. The best he could do was to follow you and stop you before you did anything really stupid.

You’d had the sneaking suspicion that your boyfriend, Nick, was cheating on you. Both Winchesters had tried to convince you that you were imagining things, that Nick would never do that to you. You’d relented, agreed with them. But tonight, as you and Sam drove back to the bunker, you’d seen Nick’s car in the parking lot of this bar.

‘So much for him ‘staying in tonight’,’ you’d thought to yourself.

You’d made the sharp turn into the parking lot, slamming on the brakes, causing Baby to make a squeal. Dean wouldn’t be too pleased if he knew how you were treating his precious car, but you had bigger issues to deal with at the moment.

You turned and opened the door, stepping into the bar. Sam followed behind you, sticking close to you, becoming your shadow. You glanced around, finally spotting Nick over to one side of the bar.

“Oh, shit,” Sam said, seeing him as well.

Nick was swaying along with the music. His hands were resting on the hips of a bleached-blonde girl. The girl’s hands were occupied, too—one holding onto a hurricane glass, one trailing down near Nick’s zipper.

‘Bitch can’t even hold real liquor,’ you thought to yourself.

You shrugged off Sam’s hand as you headed for the bar. “I’m just getting something to drink,” you told him. You ordered a whiskey, double. You perched on a barstool and watched the tragedy unfold before you.

Nick pulled his favorite trick out, ushering the girl over to the pool table. He leaned over her, showing her how to position her body ‘just right’ to make sure she got the shot. You almost threw up when you saw the girl roll her hips underneath him. Could this girl be any more obvious?

You watched as Nick moved away slightly, tried to adjust himself, to hide his obvious erection. You saw the girl look back and smirk, pleased with her work. A twangy country song started playing over the speakers in the bar and the girl started to jump around, apparently loving the song. You saw her mouthing the words, no doubt singing in an out-of-tune warble that she’d been told ‘sounded just like the angels’ all her life. You almost laughed when you saw Nick lean forward to kiss her, probably just trying to shut the girl up.

You saw him whisper something in her ear. The girl nodded eagerly and Nick disappeared off to the men’s room.

“That’s our cue,” you said, draining your glass. You hopped off your stool and quickly headed out of the bar, Sam once again following behind you.

Once out in the parking lot, you headed straight for Nick’s car. “I never did like this car,” you said.


You had a plan and made quick work of the car. You took your keys out and dragged them across the car’s paint job. You pulled your knife out and slashed some holes in the tires, the car sagging. You reached into Baby and pulled out the baseball bat you’d thrown in the backseat. A symphony of shattering glass rang throughout the parking lot as you smashed the head and tail lights of Nick’s car.

“Y/N, come on. This… this is dangerous.”

“Almost done, Sammy.” You tossed the bat to Sam. You’d noticed that Nick had left the windows rolled down (dumbass), and you wanted to make sure he knew just who’d done this to his car. You took your knife out again and carved your initials into the leather seats. Then you calmly walked over to Baby and slid into the driver’s seat, turning the key in the ignition.

Sam threw the bat back into the backseat, tossing it as if it burned him. He looked over at you as you pulled out of the bar’s parking lot. “Well, that was a side of you I never thought I’d see.”

“What, don’t you think he deserved that?”

“I didn’t say that. The guy’s an asshole, for sure, but that… that was criminal, Y/N.”

“Yeah, well, momma always told me it’s better to hit inanimate objects than people.”


“He needed to be taught a lesson, Sam! Maybe next time he’ll think twice before cheating. Or at least he’ll think with his head instead of his penis.”

A silence fell between the two of you. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

The corner of your mouth twitched. “Yeah, me too. Sorry I wasted almost two years of my life on him.”

“Why were you ever with a guy like Nick?”

“Honestly?” You glanced over at Sam, his face illuminated as an opposite-bound car passed. “Because I couldn’t…”

“Couldn’t what?”

You bit your lip. The whiskey you’d drank at the bar had served as a good dose of courage when it came to beating up Nick’s car, but that courage was quickly dissipating. Could you really go through with this conversation? You kept your eyes on the road and your grip tightened slightly on the wheel. “Because I couldn’t be with you.”

“What do you–”

“Please don’t make me explain it further, Sam.”

Another silence filled the car. Sam broke it once again. “Well, this is awkward…”

“Tell me about it. Look, let’s just forget this ever hap–”

“I mean, if I’d known how you felt, I would have grown a pair and asked you out ages ago. That would have saved us both from this whole situation.” Sam sighed. “But at least now I know how you’ll react if I ever slip up and do something to piss you off.” You felt him look over at you. “But you can rest assured that I’ll never cheat on you. That is, if you still want–”

“Of course,” you blurted out. You looked over at Sam. “I mean… yes, I’d like that.”

The two of you shared a smile. Soon, you arrived back at the bunker. You parked Baby in the garage and as the two of you headed inside, Sam slipped his hand into yours.

Tired | Min Yoongi

Genre: Angst
Word Count: 1,493
Request: hi, i love Hurting Hearts! you are good at making angst story! please make a scenario where you thought Yoongi didn’t love you because he was so grumpy around you but secretly he was taking care of you because he love you so much. thank you ❤
A/N: Thank you for requesting, @azrinaghea! I hope you like it despite its awfulness. I listened to Seungyoon’s “It Rains” while writing this and I don’t know why but the feels hit me harddddd.

Request here!

A cold bedroom was what welcomed you right after you opened the brown painted door. You couldn’t help but sigh as you dropped your bag on the floor, slowly changing into your home clothes. Of course, you would be alone despite the lateness of the night. Your boyfriend was probably in his own world calles his studio, his back hunched as he writes millions of song lyrics.

It was a daily night routine for you— coming home past ten but still, he wasn’t home yet. There are even times when he doesn’t come home at all. However, you always tried to understand. It was his dream after all.

So here you were, preparing food for him in case he comes home and you’re already asleep. You were just about to finish when the front door opened and heavy footsteps came in, closing the door as quiet as possible. You waited and soon, Yoongi came into view. He was currently yawning and removing his shoes, rubbing his eyes to brush the sleep away.

He felt someone watching him so he turned his head to the side and saw you smiling at him. He felt surprised for a second but snapped out of it and approached you, giving you lazy kiss on your forehead before turning around.

“Would you like to eat? I…” Before you can even finish your statement, he had already gone upstairs. You sighed and frowned, looking at the unfinished dish before continuing to cook. He was probably just tired.

“Hey. I’m free, let’s go out today.” He muttered through the phone as soon as you pressed the green button of your mobile. You felt more alive than a while ago and excitedly nodded, before realizing he can’t see you.


“Where are you, Yoongi?” You muttered as you rubbed your hands together to keep the coldness away from you. It was almost three hours since you’ve arrived at your meeting place and your boyfriend was nowhere to be found. He didn’t give you any text and it was already getting late.

Ding! As if the heavens answered your wish, you fished your phone out of your pocket and opened the message you received. You felt your heart drop as your eyes scanned the text.

“Go home. The boys and I went out. Sorry.”

You tapped your feet against the pavement while waiting for Yoongi to answer. And when he did, you can’t help but gasp in disbelief when you heard loud music on the other side.

“Hello?” His lazy voice spoke and your face became red due to anger. He stood you up for a party.

“What the hell, Yoongi?” You yelled at him, not caring if the few people on the streets were staring at you. It was already late after all so they might not see your face.

“Are you home already?” He asked. You can only let out a scoff at his question as you started walking to the bus stop. Might as well go home since he’s too busy partying to be a boyfriend to you for just a few hours.

“You made me wait for hours, jerk!” You cried out while gripping your hair out of frustration. You heard him sigh and move to a more quiet part of the place.

“The boys invited me to a party. I couldn’t disappoint them, and I forgot to text you.”

“You see them everyday, for Pete’s sake!” You snapped and sent an apologetic look to the old woman that looked at you with sympathy. She probably knew you were stood up.

“I’m sorry. I forgot to text you. What do you want me to do?” He grumbled which made his sorry look forced. You rolled your eyes and muttered a whatever at him before dropping the call. Typing faster than lightning, you hit send while cursing at him quietly.

Don’t even bother going home tonight. You must be so tired from partying.

“I don’t know, unnie. It feels like he doesn’t love me and that I’m just like a dog, chasing him around.“ You sobbed at your sister as you both talked through the phone. You had called her, in hopes of getting comfort from her. You heard her sigh and sit up straight.

“I’m sure he does, Y/N. Maybe he’s just stressed because of work.”

“I don’t know.” You exclaimed, wiping the remains of your tears as your sister gave advice to you once more before dropping the call since she was at work. You sighed and stared at your phone.

Yoongi really didn’t go home last night and it hurt. He should’ve at least tried to say sorry with more sincerity to you. However, you were alone once more in the darkness and coldness of your room and bed. Maybe he just didn’t love you, maybe that’s what it was.


Yoongi quietly pushed the front door close and heaved a sigh. The boys were all wild and he wasn’t used to those kinds of party so he went home first. Taking a look at hanged clock, he saw that that it was past midnight now. You were probably asleep already. Kicking his shoes off quietly so he wouldn’t wake you up, he dragged himself upstairs and onto the bedroom.

The room was dark and cold when he entered. Switching the lights on, he felt his heart pick up its pace when he didn’t see you like the usual. You weren’t in bed and only a piece of paper was lying on the center of it. He, of course, rushed to the thing and picked it up with shaking hands.

He felt cold sweat ran all over his body as he read the lines written on it.

If you’re reading this, I’m sorry. It’s my turn to be tired.

“One more!” A manly voice shouted at the boy over the bar. The speaker was already finished on his tenth glass and to say he was drunk was an underestimation— he was wasted. And he’s asking for the eleventh turn.

Meanwhile, a dark gray haired man sat next to him, just watching his friend get drunk. Hoseok had recently broke up with his girlfriend and Yoongi was the designated driver for him. He knew how it felt— it felt so painful when you didn’t come back nor texted or called him. Nothing.

Every night, he wonders; was this how you felt waiting for him? Was it this painful for you everytime he rejects you and ignores all your efforts? He can only think of the worst case scenarios happening to you right now. What if you had already found a new man? It’s been five months after all. He understood though, he wasn’t the best in opening up and he knew someday your patience for him will run out. And it did, just because of his stupidity of not coming to you.

“Ah, hyung. Drink, drink.” His dongsaeng slurred, pushing a glass towards his direction. He only stared at it and sighed. He wasn’t in the mood for this. All he wanted was to see and talk to you again. But even the gods couldn’t give it to him.

“It’s your fault, hyung. You… let Y/N go.” Hoseok hiccuped, dropping his head on the table and falling asleep. This guy would be irritating once he wakes up with hangover. Grabbing Hoseok’s arm and placing it on his shoulders, he slowly walked out the bar and to the streets of Seoul. He limped his way back to the vehicle and immediately dropped the heavy Hoseok on the back seat.

“Like I didn’t know that. Idiot.” He grumbled and started driving back to the dorms. Of course, he couldn’t avoid Seokjin’s scolding about letting Hoseok get too wasted. But he fell deaf and lazily nodded, proceeding to his room right after the eldest hyung finished his talk. He looked up the ceiling as he laid in his bed to finally rest. He released another sigh and closed his eyes.

Y/N, I miss you. 

Drip, drop.

A raindrop found its place on your cheek as soon as you looked up. You can only sigh— you should’ve listened when the news told you it will rain today.

Soon, the rain had become stronger as you stood under the small cover of the bus stop. Despite its roof, you were still wet and gradually became a shivering mess. You rubbed your arms in hopes to stay warm but still no luck.

A few minutes of more coldness, you felt a warm clothing drop on your shoulders. As you turned to your side, you were soon met by a smiling Yoongi who was holding an umbrella enough to cover his form. You felt tears well up as he took a step closer and share the umbrella with you, making him a little bit wet as well. You saw him took a deep breath and look down.

“I know I made a lot of mistakes but…” He breathed in and exhaled fast too.

“I love you, Y/N.”

She. (Harry Styles Imagine)

It wasn’t as if it was Y/N’s fault for nursing yet another Sex On The Beach.

It also wasn’t exactly her friends fault for texting her “get out ur shit mood its fuckin annoying. Goin out 2nite, ur involved. Lovin u 5ever”.

And it wasn’t exactly her jobs fault since she had been curled in her bed for the passed 2 days, suffering from a ‘head cold and chesty cough’ (that was all bollocks).

So in her drunken, foggy mind, she concluded the blame should point to him.

Its not even as if they are together or he has any feelings for her or anything will ever happen between them both. But he is the reason for her being in a ‘shit mood’. Because she simply could not have him. 

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Two Bees in a Pod

((closed rp starter for @beelzebumon))

Saturday nights usually meant hours spent in a room lit primarily by screens in a house where a nigh-infinite variety of sounds could be heard well through the night and into the morning. It could range from the noise of high-octane action, such as gunshots or the clash of swords, to something peaceful and quiet, like the calls of birds in an undisturbed wilderness, or even the artificial beeps and boops of outdated technology. Whatever the sounds emitted by the speaker bar, the entertainment was almost assuredly interactive.

Unfortunately, online gaming was very difficult to do when the Internet connection in the household was out.

Basil had really wanted to get back to grinding for loot boxes before the Overwatch Anniversary event ended, and he wasn’t quite in the mood to play anything else. His partner, however, was more than content to continue making slow progress through Dark Souls III, so she did just that while he opted to pay a visit to one of his favorite places in the Real World on his own.

He’d already seen Guardians of the Galaxy 2 of course, but what Marvel movie released after 2008 wasn’t good enough to see twice? The Insectoid couldn’t name one. So, to the AMC theater he went, hoping maybe someone else would also be seeing it alone at this hour so he wouldn’t feel like… well, such a loser.

He went without his armor—he could always summon it if anything went wrong—and instead wore one of his usual disguises, a hoodie and jeans. Tall and broad-shouldered as he was, he was still basically a humanoid shape, so it was rare he raised any suspicion or alarm. Sure, some people accepted Digimon, but not everyone was keen on being seated just a few feet away from a big bug monster. It was usually the Digimon with humanlike faces or cute appearances that people were the most comfortable with. The irony, Basil knew, was that he happened to have an appearance much like the creatures out of some of his favorite horror or sci-fi films.

Without anyone seeming to notice anything amiss, he paid only for a ticket and a large soda, having stashed some butterscotch in his pockets to snack on. He didn’t care for the salty or buttery taste of popcorn, and movie theaters charged way too much for their candy. As he made his way to an auditorium near the end of a hall, he noticed someone in front of him roughly his height, going in the same direction… to the same auditorium.