found at a bar

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Wow! Yes, this is a short story because I really need this space to say… wow. Thanks for the supporting my others two posts, I’m stunned with your reaction. Thanks again!!


Imagine you being a normal girl, who found yourself backing up to Jerome’s speech on GCPD.  


The bar was full that night, even if the Maniax attacked once more, now the police department.

“Hey, pretty baby! Where’s my coffee”

As I said, the bar was full, and “I’m only one, wait a bit”. My boss hated when I “do this with your eyes… roll them”. But when the bar was full (sounds like tonight), it was impossible not to do such mania. Mainly when the “pretty baby” felt like knives in my intestine.

But, well, the coffee wasn’t ready, the usual cops were dead (thank god) and my boss left the TV on.

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Girls Night Out

I’ve just been having so many Tyler Seguin feelings and going out feelings I wanted to write something fun! I’ll probably write more, but Ill definitely write more if its something people are interested in reading.

After four long years of undergrad and three of law school, you and your best friend had finally finished. You both graduated at the top of your class and recently found out you both passed the bar. After ears of late nights studying and watching your non-law school friends go out it was finally your turns to go out, get drunk, and forget about the world of plaintiffs and law reviews. The club was loud but the music was fun and you and your friends had managed to avoid being hit on and groped by creepy men. You were four shots and two drinks in, with a vodka cranberry in your hand that was getting alarmingly empty. “Hey” you yelled to your best friend, “ Im going to get another drink Ill be right back.”

She nodded, bopping along to the music and waved you off. You walked up to the bar, it was a busy saturday night, most of the bar was at least 3 people deep but you managed to squeeze into a emptier corner and get the bartender’s attention. You held up your glass and motioned for another. “Ill have what shes having!” you heard a man’s voice say behind you. The bartender nodded and walked away to get the drinks. You were just drunk enough to have the confidence to face the man behind you that seemed to be trying to get your attention. When you turned around you couldnt tell if you were drunker than you thought or if the guy behind you was actually as attractive as you thought.

“Hey” he said with a smirk, “what exactly did I just order?” “Vodka cranberry” you answered putting on your flirty-est smile. You really couldn’t believe your luck, or your eyes. The guy standing in front of you was seriously gorgeous, dark brown hair with scruffy brown facial hair and muscular arms and abs that were pleasantly visible through who tight black shirt. That alone would have caught your attention but the full sleeve of tattoos on bot of his arms are what really pulled you in. Just as you were about to tell this handsome mystery man your name bartender came back with your drinks.

“Ill get those” the guy said reaching over you and grabbing the two glasses. “Tab under Seguin.” he added. The bartender nodded and turned back to his other customers. “For you” the guy said handing you your drink. You were a little flustered, still not over the overwhelming smell of his cologne. The two of you stepped away from the bar. “Oh uh yeah thank you! I didn’t catch your name?” “Tyler” he replied and took a sip of his drink. “Yours?” “(Y\N)” you responded. You were suddenly aware that you were drunk and not thinking entirely clearly. “I love your tattoos!” you said, internally kicking yourself for not having something better to come up with.

“Thanks” he responded chuckling, “I have a couple more, I might be able to show you them later.” He was so effortlessly charming and flirtatious you hardly knew how to respond. It must have been some combination of liqueur and the gods smiling down on you that allowed you to keep up the flirtatious banter with this outrageously good looking man while you both drank your drinks(and a couple more after that). You had completely forgotten about your friends and they seemed to have forgotten about you as well. You had pulled out all your early conversation moves, laughing at his jokes, giving him your most flirty smile and eyes, and casually touching his arms (and oh boy were they something). “Do you want another drink?” you asked setting your glasses on the bar. “Maybe later, do you want to dance?” You nodded and grabbed his hand, walking onto the dance floor. The music was loud and fast and people were packed all around you. Your drunk self really could not think of a better way to spend the night celebrating than grinding up against the most attractive man you had ever seen. His hands were gripping your waist, you could feel the roughness of his hands on the exposed skin on your hips. Time seemed to stop and all you could think about was getting closer to Tyler.

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Chained to the Original Pt 2 || Kol M.

Song: Only You - Zara Larsson

Part One

Song: Only You - Zara Larsson

Requested by: @evanpeters3826


Two months.

It’s been two months since I left Kol standing outside the bar. In those two months I found a boyfriend, drank more - blood and alcohol, I was a mess on the inside, but looked like my life was perfect on the outside.

Kol was my best friend for over seven hundred years and I walked away from him. It was stupid of me to think that I could go on without him.

And the guy I was with was more of a distraction than interest. Emptiness was all I felt, it’s what I felt before I left Kol, but now its worse. A lot worse.

I sat my empty glass on the bar, throwing a couple of bills beside the glass, and left the bar.

I walked on the sidewalk, heels clicking on the damp pavement, streetlights reflected off puddles in the streets, the occasional car delivering by, a trumpet player playing in the background. It was a scene from a movie, and I breathed it in, along with the New Orleans air.

I threw my head back and arms out as I spun around, mist dampening my face, but I didn’t care, I was drunk and I found a peace of mind in my surroundings.

“Y/N?” A voice I haven’t heard in two months spoke up behind me, I turn around, and Kol stood before me. The pain was back and drowning me in waves.

“Kol,” I choked out, barely audible but I knew he heard me, along with the pain in my voice. He ran towards me, but I stepped back, pain flashed in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was weak, shoulders hung in defeat.

“I am too,” tears were in my eyes, clouding my vision.

I go to turn away, but he grabbed my hand, turning me back around to face him.

“I left Devina,” bail was in his voice as he spoke. “I need my best friend, I need you.”

“I can’t be your best friend anymore, I have to be more.” I go to move my hand from his, but he held on. “Go back to her Kol, I can’t be with you if you love someone else, and you don’t return the feelings back to me.”

“And that’s why I left her.” He took both of my trimmbling hands in his, bringing them up to his chest. “I love you, more than a friend or family. I love you as a lover, and I didn’t realize it until you left. What they say is true, you don’t know what you have until its gone. I lost you Y/N and I lost myself. I love you Y/N.”

I looked away from Kol and out at the street. “I love you too.”

He grabbed my chin with his forefinger and thumb, turning my head to face him. We looked into each other’s eyes for the longest time, and then he crashed his lips against mine.

It was magical, the air around of smelt of his cologne and rain, mist laid on our skin. My hand were bunched up in his coat, while his was cupping my face and taggled in my hair.

We needed each other and the kiss showed it.

Then that damned thing called a conscience hit me like a ton of bricks and I’m pushing Kol away from myself, breaking the kiss.

“Kol I can’t, I have a boyfriend.” Hurt was deep in his features and I couldn’t help but feel guilty. Guilty for kissing him while being with someone else and the fact that he gave everything up to be with me, that guilt was too much to bare.

“I see,” he starts to turn away. “I’ll leave yo-” and I’m kissing him before he can finish, this was my one chance, and I’m not going to blow it.

As we break the kiss, our foreheads leaning against one another, I whisper against his lips: “I’ll break up with him tomorrow, tonight’s our night.”

His face lit up as he smiled, “Well let’s make it count.”

He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers, and pulled me along. We ran like humans down the street giggling, Kol looking back at me to make sure that it was really me that was with him as he lead me; it was magical.

We ran into some hotal that I didn’t catch the name of and got a room. The Concierge didn’t seem too happy about the fact that she knew what was about to go on in that room. We didn’t tell her what we were doing, nor did she say, but the look on her face, you know she knew.

When we got in the elevator, the doors closing as Kol pressed the button to our floor, he turned around and slammed me against the wall. His body pressed against mine, he smashed his lips to mine, our hands roamed each other’s bodies.

Before we strip ourselves of any clothing, the elevator dings, and we’re stumbling out to our room. He fights to get the keycard in the lock, lust taking over all of our senses we lost all sense of logic.

The lock dings in acceptance of the card, and we pile into the room, key thrown somewhere, door slammed shut a little too loudly, and our hands all over each other.

My skin was on fire with Kol’s touch, I craved more as I felt him on my finger tips, his intoxicating smell surrounded me as our lips moved against each other’s.

Wanting to touch more of him, I pulled off his button up shirt, some buttons flying off in the process, and more clothing followed after that, both mine and his.

We fell into the bed and everything felt like a dream in that moment.


I’m going to do a part three, don’t know when it’ll be up because I’ve got a lot of shit going on the rest of this week and next week.


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3 notes walk into a bar

C, E-flat and G walk into a bar. The bartender says, “Sorry, but we don’t serve minors.” So E-flat leaves, and C and G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and G is out flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough.

D comes in and heads for the bathroom, saying, “Excuse me. I’ll just be a second.” Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and says, “Get out! You’re the seventh minor I’ve found in this bar tonight.”

E-flat comes back the next night in a three-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says, “You’re looking sharp tonight. Come on in, this could be a major development.” Sure enough, E-flat soon takes off his suit and everything else, and is au natural. Eventually, C, who had passed out in the bar the night before, begins to sober up and realizes in horror that he’s under a rest.

So, C goes to trial, is convicted of contributing to the diminution of a minor and sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an up scale correctional facility. The conviction is overturned on appeal, however, and C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless.

The bartender decides, however, that since he’s only had tenor so patrons, the soprano out in the bathroom and everything has become alto much treble, he needs a rest and closes the bar.

(Taken from this link)

A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on strangers, which he was. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen.
He went back into the bar, handily flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head without even looking and fired a shot into the ceiling.

“Which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?!”, he yelled with surprising forcefulness.

No one answered.

“Alright, I’m gonna have another beer, and if my horse ain’t back outside by the time I finish, I’m gonna do what I dun in Texas! And I don’t like to have to do what I dun in Texas!”

Some of the locals shifted restlessly. The man, true to his word, had another beer, walked outside, and his horse has been returned to the post.

He saddled up and started to ride out of town. The bartender wandered out of the bar and asked, “Say partner, before you go… what happened in Texas?”

The cowboy turned back and said, “I had to walk home.”

i. Aphrodite has given up on love. She listens to boys yelling obscene things at innocent girls. She can be found serving drinks at the local bar to broken women and spitting poisonous words at the filthy gentlemen next to them.
ii. Apollo dreads the moment the sun rises. Because when the sun goes up, his local late night show ends and his hour of fame comes to a close. He can be found spending his days, sitting on a park bench asking for loose change and wishing his poetry was good enough.
iii. Ares doesn’t understand war anymore. All he sees is needless bloodshed and brutal homicide based upon abhorrent racial cleansing and childish disagreements. He can be found weeping over the destruction of schools and the murder of innocent children.
iv. Artemis doesn’t hunt game anymore. She carries a switchblade and mace, prepared to fight off any boy harassing a girl with intoxicated footsteps. She can be found holding back girl’s hair as they vomit up their insecurities while sobs wrack their body into the next morning.
v. Athena has stopped believing in reason. When there’s international conflict concerning who marries who and a nationwide crisis about the newest fashion, reason just doesn’t seem applicable anymore. She can be found protesting with college students about real problems.
vi. Dionysus can’t help the madness. When the frequency of mental illness - in children nonetheless, has become so high? What’s the point? He can be found at the same pub and same seat as always; drinking the same dry whisky wishing everything would be the same as it used to be.
vii. Hades can’t stand jewels anymore. Emeralds reflect the envy and greed of humanity while rubies reflect their sexual and blood lust. He can be found rolling his eyes at people begging for their lives in the allies while human demons hunt them down for materialistic ends.
viii. Hephaestus has developed a hatred of fire. It does nothing but steal. It steal oxygen from the air and steal people from their families. Fire does not give it takes. He can be found saving everything he can from fire’s wrath, but will later choke on the smoke of his cigarette.
ix. Hermes can’t stand traveling. His legs are weak and his eyes are strained. He’s carried too many messages to people about the death of loved ones and the love letters are scarce. He can be found stealing, not money, but of their hope and strength because he’s hasn’t any left.

The gods are among us and they can’t survive. Why should I?

—  “Modern Mythology” by Maggie McCloskey 
Tainted Love (part 4)

Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: swearin’

A/N: Sorry it’s taken so long to post this! I’ve been trying to get caught up with school work annnddddd NAU sent me a letter the other day. Also I can’t make a masterlist for this fic??? Tumblr won’t let me link anything. Anyways, I hope ya like this part :)


It had been a couple of days and Lance stayed away from you, not wanting to fuck things up more than he already did. But he wanted to see you; he really wanted to see you, to hear your voice which he found so calming; but he stayed back.

So here he was at a bar getting drunk off his ass, scanning the crowded room for a piece of ass to take home. No one sparked his interest right away, not until his gaze set on a busty brunette on the dance floor, shaking her ass and attracting a few guys.

Lance downed his drink, slammed it down onto the bar counter and stood up all while keeping his eyes on her. He pushed passed the guys who were already undressing her with their eyes until he was in front of her. The woman smirked, flicked her hair to one side and pressed her back to Lance’s front. Instinctively his hands go to her waist, pulling her onto him even more so that he could create greater friction.

The woman turned around and wrapped her arms around Lance’s neck, pulling him down for a messy, drunk kiss. The kiss was hot, needy, sloppy. Her hands trailed up and down his chest, stopping at the buttons to undo and that’s when Lance pulled away.

“Your place or mine?” he was breathless.

“Yours.” and her lips were back on his.


They stumble into Lance’s apartment, hands roaming everywhere, touching everything. Lance kicked the door shut while the brunette worked on unbuttoning his dress shirt. Once she was done, he shrugged it off and went back to kissing her. His fingers found the zipper to her dress and in one swift motion, the dress fell to the floor.

It wasn’t until the woman started unbuckling his pants that he stepped back. He didn’t want this - not with her. It felt wrong. So, so wrong. The whole time he pictured you, kissing you. But when reality set in, he couldn’t. Not with her.

The woman, breathless, looked over at Lance confused. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes lock with hers and he licks his lips, running his fingers through his gelled hair. “I can’t do this.”

“What?” then she smirked. “Don’t tell me you couldn’t get it up.”

“See that’s the problem.” he pouted. “It doesn’t get up for fake tits.”

The woman gasped, covering her exposed chest while she glared at Lance. “Fuck you!”

Lance smirks, watching as she picked her dress up from the floor to put it back on.

“You know, many other guys were dying to take me home.” she huffed.

Lance crossed his arms over his chest. “Yet you came home with me.”

“You asked.”

“And you could’ve denied.”

The woman rolled her eyes and zipped her dress back up. “And to think, you could’ve had all this.”

Lance snorts. “I like my women tight and from the way you were dancing tonight, it looks like you’ve had many guys in and out of-”

The brunette slaps him with force, causing his head to turn to the side. Not gonna lie, it stung. The woman left his apartment and Lance sat on his couch, holding his cheek. No doubt you felt it as well.


You walk into the gym with Hope and Maggie, sporting a red mark on your cheek.

“Oh my god what happened?” Ben questioned, motioning to your cheek.

Hope rolled her eyes and went over to assist Maggie.

“Lance must’ve gotten slapped or something.” you shrug.

“Speaking of Lance…” Ben gestured over his shoulder and your eyes followed until you locked eyes with Lance who was leaning up against the wall.

“Great..”

Excusing yourself from Ben, you walk over to Lance, causing him to stand up straight. “Why are you here?”

He nods his head over to Maggie. “Came to watch her practice.”

“You did that already.” you say as you cross your arms over your chest.

“Alright, you caught me.” he smiles at you, holding up both his hands. “I came to see you.”

“Bullshit.” you spat.

“No, it’s true - holy shit, your cheek.” he softly touches the red mark and you move away, frowning at him.

“Yeah, what the hell happened?”

He blushed. “I um.. Some girl I was gonna fuck slapped me cause I said some stupid shit to get her out of my apartment.”

“Well thanks for getting slapped. That shit hurt.” you mumble. Lance chuckles softly, saying sorry. “So, you didn’t fuck her?”

“Nope.”

“Hmm.. That’s not like you.”

“And what would you know about me?” he folds his arms.

“Lance Tucker, fucks anything and everything with tits and an ass.” you respond.

Lance chuckled. “Seems about right.” he plays with the hem of his jacket. “But I couldn’t fuck her when you were all I could think about. Which brings me to my next question; will you go on a date with me?”

You fold your hands in front of you. “Lance Tucker, also not one to go on dates.”

“That was until you.” he smirked. “I haven’t been able to get you outta my head since I first met you. Maybe it’s because we’re soulmates or maybe it’s because there’s something about you that I really like, either way I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You bite your lip. “I dunno dude.”

He sighs. “I know I’ve said some dumb shit before but that’s just how I am. I’ll change if it means you’ll give me another chance.”

“You shouldn’t have to change for anyone, Lance.” you sigh. “I’ll think about it.”

Lance smiles. It was better than a straight up no.

“I’ll text you or something - give me your phone.” you add.

Lance unlocks his phone and hands it over to you. You quickly type in your number and save your contact before giving him his phone back.

“I’ll see you later, I’ve got to-” you look over at Hope who was about to hand over her water bottle to Maggie. “Hope, no!”

“What? It’s just water.”

You start making your way over to them. “We both know that isn’t water.”

Lance laughs, watching you snatch away the water bottle and argue with Hope before leaving the gym, happy that he now had your phone number and you would consider going on a date with him.


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'Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home' is pure, joyful cinema
2016 marks the 50th anniversary of the Star Trek franchise – and the release of Star Trek Beyond, the 13th feature film in the series. To celebrate...

Nimoy later explained the core concept: “No dying, no fighting, no shooting, no photon torpedoes, no phaser blasts, no stereotypical bad guy.” His previous Star Trek film had all those things, and outer space, and aliens, and sets. Nimoy wanted to make a movie about Earth, right now, shot on location, with human people.

I don’t think there is any single moment in Star Trek history where Kirk and Spock look better — at once grander and more approachable, like statues of the Founding Fathers buying rounds at sports bar — than the moment when they walk along Marina Boulevard. Behind them: The bay, the Bridge, the fog.

Kirk’s still wearing his magenta-maroon disco suit, looking like the communist dictator of Studio 54; Spock’s wearing a karate bathrobe. You can giggle at the buried joke of the movie — they fit right into pre-digital San Francisco — but you can also appreciate how the movie makes them seem so much bigger by bringing them down to Earth.

I just had a very productive surprise bout of inspiration so…

Meet Gerayn, flirty ranger extraordinaire, member of the Caravan’s hunter-guard in Ijulan’s squad.

AHS Hotel: “Her husband is going to kill you”

Your husband, James was nowhere to be found so you decided to pay Liz a visit at the bar.

Sally happened to be there too, so you sat right next to her. There was also an older caucasian man drinking alone just sitting 1 stool away from you. He looks like he is in his 60′s.

You, Liz, & Sally were having a nice conversation until the man randomly budded in saying, “you’re disgusting.” He was swaying his head as he was holding his drink. He obviously seemed drunk.

You turned your head to look at him and mugged him, not saying a word because you assumed he was just talking to himself. Then you turned back around to face Liz. Sally just looked at him as she was smoking her cigarette and Liz raised a brow at him.

“You’re disgusting,” he repeated while looking at me.

“What?” You looked back at him, with a confused look on your face.

Sally, still having a cigarette in her mouth said, “Excuse me?”

He pointed at me, while drunkily saying, “You have no respect for yourself. Look at what you’re wearing. And too much makeup.”

This man came out of nowhere. You felt more confused than you felt disrespected. You found it quite hilarious, actually. All you’re wearing are 5 inch heels with an all black jumpsuit that showed cleavage. It’s not like you were naked. Maybe this man was just having a bad day or maybe his wife cheated on him. I mean, he was alone. Who knows. But you weren’t going to let it ruin your day.

“Who gives a crap about what she’s wearing?” Liz annoyingly says to the man.

“Yeah, she looks hot. Fuck off.” Sally adds.

The man takes a chug from his beer. “Whore”, he sloppily words. 

You let out a fake laugh and flipped your hair. “You’re funny.” 

The old man is so drunk that he accidentally knocks his beer bottle, having the rest of the beer spill on you. He didn’t even care to pick it up, so he spat on the floor. 

Sally rolls her eyes and puts her cigarette in the ash tray. 

Liz picks up the bottle and quickly grabs a towel to hand to you. “Her husband is going to kill you.” She points at the man.

“It’s alright, Liz. Don’t worry about it. He’s quite hilarious actually. My day has been boring until this loser came along.” You said as you were patting your clothes dry with the towel.

“I ain’t afraid of nothing.” The man says while glaring at you, emphasizing the word ‘nothing’. He stood up, getting ready to leave but Liz walks around the bar and grabs the him by the shirt. “You don’t talk to the lady of the house like that! Do you hear me?”

“No Liz, it’s alright really. He’s just drunk.” You say to Liz, putting your hand on her arm to calm down. Liz was always so loyal to you because you’ve done so much for her as a friend.

“It’s fine, Y/N. Me and Sally are going to escort this punk out of here.” Liz says and glances at Sally. 

Sally nods her head and gets up. “We’ll be back.”

Both Sally and Liz take the man downstairs. Will Drake passes them at the top of the stairs heading to the bar. 

“Y/N, what was that all about?” Will points at them laughing, then goes to pour himself a drink.

“Long story. He’s just wasted.” You laugh back.

………………..

15 minutes pass and Liz comes back. Sally didn’t come back with her. She probably went back to her room or something.

“Damn Liz, took you long enough.” You said sarcastically.

Liz sashays to her spot behind the bar, popping her lips saying, “Yup.” She seemed like she was up to something, but you didn’t question it.

“It wasn’t a big deal, but thanks for having my back anyways.”

Liz puts one hand on her hip and snaps her fingers with the other. “Oh don’t worry about it. He was messing with my girl, Y/N. By the way, James said he needs to see you in the laundry room.”

“Uh laundry room. For what?” You were so confused. Laundry room? Out of all places, James wants to meet you there? Whatever. If your husband needs to see you, you’re definitely going to be there.

“Who knows, hun.” Liz shrugs.

……………..

Once you’ve reached the laundry room, you see James with his sleeves rolled up standing behind the man that disrespected you at the bar. The man is on his knees with his hands tied up in front of him looking afraid, but not saying a word. You figured James roughed him up a bit before you got there. “You will pay for disrespecting my queen.” You hear James tell the man as you walked in.

“James?”

“Ah, darling!” James turns around and looks at you with excitement.

“What is going on?” You stood there surprised. You didn’t expect Liz and Sally to really go out of there way to bring the man to James. You really thought they both escorted him out of the hotel. No wonder it took Liz forever to get back. 

“This is the creature that Liz and Sally have informed me that said such vile things to you at the bar, no?”

“Yes. Yes he is.” You said with an evil grin. You knew exactly what James was going to do. So you cross your arms in front of you and watch him. You also remembered that James needed a fix as well. It’s been a little over a week since he’s killed anyone, anyways.

The man turns his head to look at James. “You’re never going to get away with this.” He turns his head back to face the opened laundry chute.

James leans over and whispers in the man’s ear. “I happen to disagree with you.”

Something about James right now just turns you on. You can’t tell if it’s because he’s looks sexy with his sleeves rolled up or if it’s because he’s so protective over you that he’s willing to kill for you. Or maybe it’s both.

James stands up straight, then roughly bashes the back of the man’s head with his hammer and throws his body down the chute. Good riddance.

James wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. You walk over to James and whisper in his ear, “I love watching you kill.” Then you leave the room to head over to your bedroom. You knew that saying that would turn James on and that he would soon be following after you.

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Listen, rumor has it that somebody who works at this bar found a certain somethin’ that belongs to us. A certain somethin’ which may or may not have fallen off a certain truck, huh? And the certain somebody that we know thinks they saw that certain someone pick it up and take it back to that certain bar which may or may not be the place that we happen to be or not be talkin’ to a couple of certain somebodies right this very second. Capisce?

I went out to a bar that was also someone’s house. Upon arriving, I immediately found the room of the person whose house/bar it was, climbed into their bed and was about to fall asleep, when the person whose bed I was in came into the room and started yelling at me.

They were not yelling at me for being in their bed, but because they thought I was dating my roommate and they were madly in love with her and felt betrayed by the fact that I knew this and would date her anyway. I was so tired in the dream that I just shouted back about how I wasn’t even interested in her, as far as I knew she wasn’t with anyone anyway, and to please just let me sleep. The person then started going on about how awesome my roommate was and how in love they were, so I yelled at them to fucking leave me alone cause I didn’t care. They finally left, and as soon as I fell asleep, I woke up.

Let Me Love You pt. 6

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo


Let Me Love You

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Description: You finally understand why Baekhyun acted so guilty.

Genre: Smut // Fluff // Slight Angst

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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It hadn’t been long after your meeting with Baekhyun that you found yourself sitting at the bar of your hotel; the place where it all started. You couldn’t get the image of your new face out of your head and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or bad.

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