#bartender au
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oh, this might he an idea only i've had!
the boys with a bartender s/o
i'm talking long-ass shifts, staying up til no-fucking-thank-you o'clock, that stuff
Sans: He gets constant laughs out of her. He's always the life of the bar, but anyone who knows him can tell he's trying extra hard around her and using only his best terrible jokes. The bunny monster who used to crush on him has stopped vying for his affections, because she can tell he's completely got his heart set on Mc. Though Mc still does have to harass him to pay his tab, his jokes have her ducking behind the bar to snort, or spilling drinks because she's not concentrating. He feels like he's won when she puts her head in her hands and tries to disguise her smile with a groan.
He goes there entirely for her. He used to go for the terrible food, but now he shows up for almost every shift just to see her. Grillby swats him over the skull and tells him to stop 'swooning over the staff'. He loves her smile and her eyes, he loves the way she talks to him, how she's not afraid to cut him off or dob him in to Papyrus over the phone. He has a shitty sleep schedule anyway, he doesn't mind aggravating her until the early hours of the morning.
Red: She's got a bit of a schoolgirl crush on him. He's funny, he's hot, he handles his alcohol like a champ, his flirtation is genuinely flattering. Despite looking like the sort who would grope her, even when he's absolutely shitfaced he's never leery or gross, he never makes her feel uncomfortable. Shitfaced Red makes her feel extremely pretty and interesting. One time when he was drunk, she spotted him nearly ogling her butt, but then quickly turning his eyelights up to the ceiling at the last second.
He also actively defends her at the bar; he throws hands with the idiots who get aggressive, to the point where people don't bother her anymore if Red is at the bar. The relief on her face when he takes a seat is clear as day.
... Look, he's not the kinda guy who fools himself into thinking the sweet smiling bartender genuinely likes him. But he can tell she does prefer him to the other guys. Any time things are slow, she'll come and talk to him, picking him over all her other regulars and even the other staff. It's his favourite place for a reason.
Skull: Not gonna lie, at first, she had really bad vibes from him. He'd stare at her for hours, get one drink, then stare for another few hours. She's had more than her fair share of weird guys who think they're her boyfriend because she used her customer service smile on them.
... One night, she was closing up the bar. Someone followed her out the door and cornered her, grabbing at her and not taking no. Skull showed up and knocked their fucking teeth out. Then, like the big quiet gentleman he is, he walked her to her car; once he made sure she was safe and okay, he left without a word.
Now he's her certified favourite. He's welcome anytime, and he gets drinks on the house. On top of that, now she knows he's not a bad guy, she's started looking past his scary exterior- and she's beginning to realise that underneath all the silence and scars and spooky glares, he's actually a big cute softie.
#llamagines#bartender au#i mean. skull DOES think hes her boyfriend#but at least he doesnt say it out loud
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Something for the Bartender AU writers ~
#soapghost#digital illustration#mw2#cod mw2#ghostsoap#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#soap mw2#bartender AU
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#100kiana#100 kiana#my art#artists on tumblr#digital art#wlw#lesbian#hi3#hi3rd#honkai impact 3rd#sapphic#honkai fanart#kiana kaslana#herrscher of flamescion#bartender au
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Bartender Jason Todd Flirts with You
Pairing: Bartender!Jason Todd x Customer!Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, meet cute, flirting, bar au, dancing, alcohol drinks, smooth!Jason Todd
A/N: Not much of a drinker myself but I'd go for Jason.
Bartender!Jason who feels so lucky that you chose his bar to spend the night in. The Crowbar. He's not the boss, the name was just his, the bar is owned by his old man. But if you ask him he could do a much better job. He's the one always making the costumers laugh with his stories and jokes and keeping them there for longer. You included.
Bartender!Jason who always welcomes you in with a smile and even gestures to the chair for you to sit in. Best seat in the house, you have front row seats to talk to him and see him work. Not a bad view, you had to admit. He always has his sleeves rolled up so you see his muscles flex when he shakes the glass for your drink or opens a new bottle.
Bartender!Jason who remembers you favorite drink and starts to make it the moment you step through the door. That's not to say he won't also encourage you to try something new every now and then. If you ask him for recommendations he will offer his personal favorites first, who knows, maybe you're drink compatible.
Bartender!Jason who always has an eye out for bad behavior happening in his bar. There are guards and security of course but he's not the kind of man who's afraid to raise his voice and stand up for his customers by himself. Or throw those who break the rules out.
Bartender!Jason who always does fancy tricks when you're watching from the bar. He doesn't have to but he's always been a bit of a show off, some find it annoying but it only makes him want to do it more. As long as he doesn't break something behind the bar it's all good in his book.
Bartender!Jason who knows he shouldn't flirt with you while he's working. He's gotten friendly with the ladies who visit the bar before and it never ended well because he couldn't focus on his work properly. So he asks to end his shift early when you're there, that way he can take you to the dance floor and show you just how good his moves are.
Bartender!Jason who slides you little messages along with your drink, reneging from his phone number to really dumb pick-up lines that only work because you look up and see his stupid, charming smile right after. He's also started to put little heart shaped fruit slices in your drink but that's after you started dating him.
Bartender!Jason who keeps careful track of how much people drink because he does not want to responsible for the mess they could get into. He gets loving to drink, he does too but he also kind of hates having the responsibility of feeling like a babysitter for the some of the people who come into his bar and don't know their limit.
Bartender!Jason who likes to come up with new drinks to serve and you're always the first one to try them, apart from himself of course. It makes you feel he trusts you to tell him what, if anything, needs fixing plus the fact that he's sharing his creative side with you.
Bartender!Jason who closes up the bar and walks you home after the night, it doesn't matter if you had a lot to drink or very little, he always walks you home to make sure you're safe. He's given you his jacket on many occasions and had you bring it back to him the next day of his shift, earning you both knowing and teasing glances from the other people in there.
#jason todd x reader#jason todd imagine#jason todd headcanon#jason todd x female reader#jason todd fluff#dc comics x reader#dc comics imagine#dc comics headcanons#dc comics x famale reader#dc comics fluff#titans x reader#titans x you#titans imagine#titans headcanons#titans x female reader#titans fluff#x female reader#bartender au#fluffy
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Erik, you really shouldn’t let your personal feelings affect your work 😓
Bonus:
Christine: Really…? But he’s always all smiles whenever I see him at the bar…
#phantom of the opera#digital art#erik phantom#erik poto#my art#phanart#phantom art#poto art#the phantom of the opera#poto#erik’s forearms#raoul de chagny#devil take the hindmost#rerik#erik x raoul#raoulstine#raoul poto#christine daae#bartender au#Erik as a mixologist
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Pairing: Bartender!Neighbor!Bucky x college!artist!reader (intended female reader)
Summary: A horrible date and forgetting your keys lands you in the hands of your handsome neighbor who is more than willing to lend a helping hand.
Series Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, age gap is 10-ish years, smidge of angst, a date gone wrong (not with bucky), bucky being a gentlemen should be it’s own warning, some suggestive thoughts and language, cursing, making out, mentions of anxiety, disappointed parents, mentions of alcohol, fluff, pet names (sugar, baby, sir, daddy), weed consumption, tiny bit of self doubt from Bucky, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), Bucky talks a lot in bed, unprotected sex (protect yourself irl please)
Each chapter will contain it's own warnings.
❂︎ - Smut
Forgotten Keys and Warm Tea
Make Our Own Traditions
Masterpiece ❂︎
Adoration of the Heart ❂︎
Soak with Me ❂︎
#bucky barnes fanficiton#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky x reader#bucky x female reader#bucky x f!reader#bucky x you#bucky x y/n#bucky fluff#bucky smut#mcu fanfiction#bartender au#artist au#college au#fandoms-writings#bartender!bucky#artist!reader#college!reader#neighbor!bucky
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Bad Day
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Plus size! Reader
Warnings: None
Description: You’re having a very bad day when Damon Salvatore decides to make it worse, but then maybe he also makes it much better.
It was one of those fucking days.
You know those days when everything just goes completely, spectacularly wrong?
You shouldn’t have even been surprised. Once you’d woken up and your favorite sweater had had cat puke on it, you should have given up there. But no - you just had to power through and continue your day.
You got a call right after breakfast that your car payment hadn’t gone through, and now you’d have to pay a late fee you couldn’t afford. While running errands, you’d managed to knock over your Starbucks in the middle of the aisle of Target, forcing you to have to buy another coffee. And once back home, you were greeted with a passive aggressive note from your neighboring apartment asking you to close your door “just a tad quieter”.
By the time you had to get ready for work, your ‘fucks to give’ meter was dangerously low.
You quickly tossed on your uniform shirt and broke several traffic laws driving to the Grill, because of course you were late. At a red light, you tossed your messy Y/H/C hair into a ponytail, griping at your reflection as some asshole in a sports car cut you off. Really? Who the hell drove sports cars in Mystic Falls? You’d only ever seen one person do that, and that was Damon Salvatore.
You scanned the license plate. Then you squinted to see inside the drivers seat and swore loudly. Damon fucking Salvatore. And he waggled his pale fingers at you before peeling off at top speed.
He was there at the Grill when you finally clocked in, tossing apologies at your manager and ignoring Matt’s teasing grins as you settled behind the bar and counted up your liquor. The day bartender threw you a goodbye and a sympathetic look.
Once finished your count, you sauntered over to Damon, who was enjoying a scotch on the rocks with a self righteous grin on his face.
“You cut me off.” you said, placing your hands on the bar.
He shrugged. “Did I?”
Damon had been drinking at the bar of the Grill long before you worked there, but somehow after you started you felt as if he was suddenly there all the time. You’d had an easy relationship at first, due to your infamiliarity. He was a flirt, you were determined to make good money. You flirt with Damon, he gives you a twenty on top of his tab. That was how it had always been for you, and for the other bartenders before you.
But something had changed, and you remembered the day that it did almost as well as you remembered Damon’s drink order.
It had been a slow night, with only Damon and his buddy Alaric holding down the fort. Most of the other drink orders came from tables, and those were practically empty too. You elected to pass the time with Damon and Ric, talking about nothing and everything. That quickly nosedived into a pissing contest between the two men and which one could do a handstand when you mentioned offhand that you were able to perform a fancy little trick, and that had been your downfall.
“There’s no way!” Ric was crying, his words slurring out of the side of his mouth. “You prove it right now.”
You folded your arms across your chest and shrugged, your grin too confident. Damon’s eyes were laser focused, and he took a long drag of his scotch, watching you intently.
“Don’t tease us…”he said finally.
You sighed, and cursed yourself.
Normally, you wouldn’t mind showing this particular party trick off for customers. It happened sometimes on raucous nights, when people were coming from or on their way to parties, looking to boost their mood and spend their money. It felt good to do it and see the looks of awe on their faces, sometimes even lust.
But you were feeling very self conscious at the prospect of doing it for Damon Salvatore.
You couldn’t deny he was attractive. His face, yeah, but his swagger was practically debilitating. He had the confidence of a much older man, which was funny considering you were the same age. There weren’t guys your age acting like him, of that you were sure.
It fueled your desire toward him as much as your flirtatious little routine did.
But Damon was always on the arm of the skinniest, hottest girl in the room. He’d chased after Elena Gilbert for a while, and she was less than half your size. There was no way his flirting had anything more to do with you than you wished. He liked to have fun, plain and simple.
Ric was slamming his fists on the table now, demanding you not to leave them hanging.
You mustered up all your courage - they knew what you looked like, you thought. They were asking you to do it.
So you lifted yourself up onto the bar in a much more fluid motion than you might have ever expected from yourself, and in one easy rotation you were doing a handstand.
You could feel the fabric of your shirt rising up, but you ignored it. You carefully started placing the majority of your weight on your left hand.
You could hear Ric and a few customers oohinh and aahing at you, and it spurred you on. You lifted your right hand into the air, and separated your legs a bit. And then you were doing a handstand on one hand.
You held the pose as Ric hollered and cheered, and then easily flipped backwards and onto your feet again before jumping back behind the bar, standing once more on your own two feet.
“Am I drunk or did I just witness cirque de soleil?” Ric asked.
“You’re drunk.” You told him, as you wiped off the spot on the bar where your feet had been. “But you did witness something pretty cool.”
Your eyes flitted over to Damon, curious to see if he had any kind of reaction. What you saw stopped you in your tracks.
His eyes were dark - darker than you’d ever seen them. There was something hungry in their expression, like you were dessert and he had saved plenty of room. His lips were covered by his tongue as it slowly lapped over it, before he closed his mouth and swallowed.
“Let’s do a shot.” Damon decided, reaching out and placing his hand on top of yours. “I’m buying.”
“Shots!” Ric called, and you internally groaned. He definitely did not need another one.
But you were glued into Damon’s atmosphere, and you watched as his thumb stroked along your hand. “You want me to do a shot?” you asked.
“That was hard work you did up there.” He encouraged. “You must be thirsty.”
You flushed, hoping Ric couldn’t see the effect he was having on you. When you glanced over, he was exclaiming happily as a Bruce Springsteen song came on, completely ignoring you. Your blush must have been crimson, and your cheeks felt as if they were on fire.
Damon’s thumb was still marking its path on your skin. You needed to get away fast.
“I’ll get those shots.”
“Sounds good.” Damon said.
“I’ll need my hand to pour them.”
He let out a sound of displeasure, but withdrew his hand from yours and you robotically turned away, pouring three shots of Bulleit bourbon. If your hand was shaking and you spilled one, that was between you and the security camera.
You, Ric and Damon cheersed, tapping your glasses on the bar top before throwing the alcohol back. Ric sputtered and coughed, and you giggled as he tried to compose himself.
“Well that’s me!” he said, standing up and lurching dangerously to the left. “I’m tapping out.” He went to put his card down, but as usual Damon stopped him. He started waving his card in your direction, but you made no move to grab it.
“I don’t even bother running you up a tab anymore. Damon’s always got it covered.” You admired that about Damon. A lot of people thought of him as kind of shitty, but you knew better. He was loaded, and he always spent the majority of that money on other people. Even after Elena had rejected him for good, he still came in and covered her tab from time to time. He’d done it for all of their friends. He’d even done it for Matt - despite their apparently rocky history.
Ric sighed in defeat. “Me and my teacher’s salary are very thankful.”
Once Ric had left, it was you and Damon. Alone.
Never before had you felt so nervous serving him by yourself. Whatever you’d seen in his eyes after your little show had altered the atmosphere between the two of you. It thrilled you and scared you all at once.
“How come you never told me you were so flexible?” Damon asked, as you cleaned Ric’s empty glasses. He hadn’t taken his eyes off you, and you were avoiding meeting his gaze like the plague.
You shrugged. “I didn’t realize you had any interest in my level of flexibility.”
“If it’s about you, I’m interested.”
Since when did he say things like that to you? God, and if his words didn’t just send shockwaves straight to your core. Had you stepped into an alternate reality where Damon Salvatore was horny for you? No, that couldn’t be right. He was a flirt, and he was probably still heartbroken over Elena picking his brother.
“Damon.” you said finally, meeting his eyes. “I’m not sleeping with you.”
He frowned. “And why not?”
You gave him a knowing look. “I know you.” He was looking for a rebound, and you wanted more than that.
His frown deepened, and within a few moments Damon had gone from sad to furious. There was something working beneath the surface, and he looked….hurt.
“Well, fuck you very much.”
He stalked out of the bar, and your jaw was on the floor. Never did you ever expect Damon to get mad when rejected. How many girls had said no or called him names or even slapped him while you’d watched, bemused, from your side of the bar? And every time he’d smiled or shaken his head. He’d thought it was funny. So what made you different?
The next time you’d seen him, he’d asked for a drink and didn’t say a word to you other than a hi, bye or check, please.
And then this morning he’d cut you off, as if he somehow knew you were having a shit day and wanted to make it even fucking worse, as only Damon Salvatore could do.
Which sucked, because you’d spent weeks wishing that he would man up and talk to you, and explain why he’d been so hurt that day. You’d spent weeks wanting to have Damon back, cracking jokes and flirting with you and being your best customer.
So you confronted him. It was going to be another slow night, and you more than had the time.
“You cut me off. And you did it on purpose.”
This got his attention. He looked up from his drink, his nostrils flaring.
“I cut you off because you’re not a very good driver.”
You rolled your eyes. “Oh, come on! I wasn’t even moving!”
“And yet, your inexperience was glaringly evident.” He downed the last of his scotch and shoved the glass toward you. “And I’ll take another whenever you’re ready to work.”
Oh, he had another thing coming if he thought he was going to speak to you like that! You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth and moved quickly to pour him a shot - you were on the clock after all, even though you’d much rather leave him hanging - but not the top shelf he was used to. Oh no, you were pouring him the cheap stuff.
You slammed the glass in front of him and slid it over, glaring. He gave as much as he got, giving you a wicked little smile before taking a sip.
And promptly spitting it out.
“What the fuck is that?” He asked, rising to his feet. He grabbed a handful of cocktail napkins and dabbed at what he’d spilled onto his shirt, but the damage was done.
“Oh, sorry, were you looking for something specific? Unless you specify, we typically just give customers the rail.”
You had no issue being bitchy bartender tonight. In fact, it was kind of fun to dish it out. And he deserved it for being a jerk.
“What the hell is your problem?” He yelled. “I cut you off. It happens. I’m kind of an asshole sometimes.”
You groaned in frustration. “What about the whole silent treatment for three weeks? I tell you I don’t want to sleep with you and you act like a child!”
He bristled violently at that, and then looked around for a moment. You weren’t really sure what he was doing until he grabbed Matt by the scruff of his neck and brought him around to your side of the bar.
“Y/N needs a fiver. You’ve got this covered, right?”
Matt sighed, but started cleaning pint glasses. You were about to protest when Damon began dragging you off, and Matt smiled apologetically.
“Just go with it! It’ll be a lot easier!” He tells you, and then he’s gone and you’re being dragged through the back of house and out the back door.
Once outside, Damon released his grip on your arm.
“What the hell are you doing?” You ask, incredulous. “I’ll get written up if I’m gone too long.”
“Look.” Damon says, ignoring your pleas. “You…you hurt my feelings that day, ok? You said something kind of mean, or implied it at least. But…I shouldn’t have handled it like that. I’m working on that stuff.”
“Mean?” You asked. “What did I say that was mean?”
He sighs. “Do I have to spell it out?”
You nodded. “All caps, double spaced, please.”
He laughed despite himself. “You basically implied that I am some womanizing creep that wanted to use you for your body.”
You blinked. And then blinked again.
“Ok, two things… the first: are you NOT a womanizing creep that uses women for their bodies?”
He raised his eyebrows, and his head tilted in thought. “Ok fair point.”
“And the second: that’s not what I meant at ALL.”
He brought a finger up to his mouth and placed the tip on his lower lip. “……you didn’t?”
“No. Damon, what I was trying to say was that I’m not your type, and that you probably just wanted me for a night because you were drunk. Which is great and fine, but that’s just not what I’m looking for. I want a relationship.”
There was confusion in his too-blue eyes, and he took a step toward you, entering your personal space.
“What do you mean you’re not my type?”
Oh lord, this was exactly what you didn’t want to talk about right now. You blew out a steadying breath, choosing your words carefully.
“The girls you date are usually of the same variety….both in looks and in size. So I just figured I wasn’t really your type.”
Damon’s entire face changed. Gone was the confusion and the mock anger, replaced with a quiet rage. He flexed his knuckles, and you involuntarily stepped back. He kind of looked pissed.
“You think I didn’t want to sleep with you because you’re not skinny?”
You struggled to get words out. “I mean, yes? In a way…”
“Are you fucking stupid?”
Did he really want an answer to that? Based on the dangerous look in his eyes, it was probably in your best interest to stay quiet.
He was now fully in your space, standing with you toe to toe. His arms were crossed over his chest, which was absolutely heaving. He was very, very angry and it was kind of turning you on.
“I have been throwing hints at you since the moment you started working here. I tip you double the amount I tip anyone else, I always call you pet names, I’m constantly flirting with you…and you really thought I just wanted one random night of fun because you were warm and available?”
His words were like shockwaves to your system. Now that you were faced with it, you realized that no other bartender had ever said anything good about Damon’s tips. Anytime you were switching shifts, he never called anyone else “darling” or “sweetheart”. He flirted, sure, but you were always different….
“Oh my god….” You said quietly. “Oh my god, I didn’t even realize…”
His hands were on your hips, and your senses were assaulted by him. He smelled good, clean with a hint of spice. His eyes were making you melt with the heat of his gaze. His fingers, too, worked over your skin in delicate little circles, and you knew that given the chance those fingers would drive you wild.
“I do want to sleep with you.” He says, and you sigh but he places a finger on your lips, shushing you.
“I do, and I’m not afraid to say it. I got…overwhelmed when you did that sexy little handstand, and I moved too fast. But what I really want is to take you on a date.”
You tentatively wrapped your arms around his neck, your forehead resting against his. “Yeah?” You ask.
“Yeah.” He breathes.
You don’t answer, just press your lips against his and let yourself drown in him. His lips are like brands against yours, and you can imagine steam coming off you both as your mouths battle for dominance, slotting and slanting over each other again and again until you’re breathless.
“Ok, but if you bring me here for our date there will be actual hell to p-“
He cut you off with another searing kiss. A promise.
So maybe it wasn’t such a bad day after all.
#plus size reader#plus size#plus size reader insert#Damon Salvatore#Damon Salvatore x plus size reader#bartender au#Matt Donovan#Alaric Altman#getting together#miscommunication#tvd#the vampire diaries#tvd fanfiction#fanfiction#plus size fanfiction
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bartender Eddie who lets Steve order and pay for beers but then never ever hands him a single beer ever, refuses to. only makes Steve fancy pretty cocktails that are way more expensive than his beer order, but he doesn't make him pay for the difference.
just tells him such a pretty boy deserves the prettiest drinks
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bro is mad
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In a bid to finally getting out on her own, Kara packs up her small life in Midvale and moves to National City. While preparing and searching for a journalism job, she finds her way into an odd combination of ghost writer and… bartender.
Read the full oneshot on my ao3!
Very slowly trying to get through my WIP backlog lol, I’ve got about seven more partially written (all of them AUs, rip lmao) but this was one of the older ones! It was a fun experiment!
#i need a writing tag#supercorp#supergirl#bartender au#this sucker has been in my drafts since 2019 so im sorry if its a little wonky#i went back and rewrote some things but i can only look at it for so long#but hey its fanfic not a dissertation so have fun#suspend your beliefs a little#and enjoy a grouchy punky lena and a goofy kara falling in love and being brats to each other#ok but now what lmao#i guess i should let my brain recharge a little
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For the bartender AU, is Shmi still alive? And if so, what does she think of her 19 year old son being like "I'm engaged and I think I can get him to marry me next month <3 <3 <3"? Is the wedding just like Obi-Wan trying not to meet her eye, Anakin beaming at all 2 of his loved ones in the same space, and Shmi just... blinking?
Tbh I think obi-wan is worried Shmi will be angry or suspicious about this whole thing and maybe she is a bit but I think more important she’s had to raise anakin for the past 19 years and lived with him for at least 18 of them so she knows exactly how stubborn her son is when he wants something and exactly how much he allows his want to consume him until he gets what he desired in the first place
tbh obi-wan is probably shame-faced and nervous and ready to grovel and Shmi is like oh this poor fool….anakin got to him huh….poor boy is going to be stream rolled by my son for the rest of his life
#asks#obikin#bartender au#I love fics where Shmi feels protective over her son obviously#but also I love fics where Shmi is like#I know exactly who my son is and who put you in this situation and it was 1000% his doing
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Three feet of bar isn’t enough to keep Eddie away from his bartender boyfriend. 🥃 Of course, he wants more from Steve than just a stiff drink.
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Bartender AU recs
two young lovers, half-priced drinks by sadwhales aka @farfromohio (complete, 41k words)
Mickey ,the hot bartender, saves Ian the college student, from a bad first date.
Suncatcher by @wehangout (WIP, 42k words )
Private investigator Ian is trying to solve a mysterious burglaries case when he ends up brainstorming with Mickey, a clever and hot bartender.
Jerkface 9000 by @jackieq (oneshot, 14k words)
Bartender and bar owner Mickey befriends Ian when he comes to his bar after catching his ex , Caleb, cheating on him. (pretty canon compliant Ian- mentions of Caleb, Trevor, EMT training and Monica's death)
Between the bars by crazynadine (Complete, 27k words)
Mickey is a bartender in gay bars, working at a gay valentine getaway (weekend full of cliche romantic bullshit) that Ian gets invited to by the boring guy he's been seeing. What happens when the guy's ex comes to win him back and Ian is dumped in front of everyone? He's going to make the most out of it.
In Case of Emergency... by @flamingbluepanda (One-shot, 2k words)
Ian is a bartender and lives in Boston, and the only close relationships he has are with his patrons at the bar. One night Ian gets a call from the hospital that Mickey, one of his favorites and fellow ex-Chicagoan, is in the hospital.
To the Ends of the Earth by @yeah-all-of-it (WIP, 64k words)
Mickey is a bartender at a small town in Wyoming, he has been seeing Angie for a few years now, but it's nothing serious. Mickey doesn’t know why Ian, an outdoorsy traveler who just showed up one day, is evoking feelings in him he’s never felt with Angie. Or any other girl he’s ever been with for that matter.
Cleansing Wave Flowing Through my Veins by @toastyhusbandstand (One-shot, 5k words)
Mickey, a bartender at the Alibi room, finds himself once again in Ian’s bed, right in the enemy’s lap. He’s admitting he’s a junkie. And he needs his fucking hit. What’s the stage that comes after denial?
With My Eyes Clear, I'm Sober by cantfuckinbelievethis (orphan_account) (One-shot, 2.7k words)
Ian is a self conscious veteran with a prosthetic leg that is on the verge of giving up on dating, but Mickey, his cute bartender, is right under his nose.
Magically Delicious by @the-rat-wins (One-shot, 6k words)
Mickey takes Mandy to a bar with fucking magic tricks for her birthday, per her request. What happens when she sends him to get the hot redhead bartender's number for her?
you found me, you knew me by jinlin5 aka @doodlevich (complete 43k words)
Ian is a psychic, specializes in tarot and palm reading. Mickey is a Boys Town bartender who happens to be a huge skeptic. He obviously doesn't believe in soulmates, but kissing Ian had unlocked feelings that scared the shit out of him.
an honorable mention - Quatervois by DodgerBear @dodgerbear84 (one of my favorite WIP, 41k words) Ian isn't technically a bartender but he serves Mickey at a bar a couple of times.
Closeted soldier Mickey meets farmer Ian (with a couple odd jobs) in a bar when on leave from his base in the Deep South. The tale of beautiful gay panic.
I bet I missed so many good ones (also I've read all of these and want more to satisfy my addiction) so please tell me about your favorites!
#yes i am obsessed with bartender aus#bartender au#fic rec#gallavich fic rec#master list#gallavich#ian x mickey#shameless#bartender ian#bartender mickey
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Hey liv! Do you know any fics that have Draco (or Harry) as a bartender or that are set mostly in a bar? Thanks in advance! :)
Hi anon! Sure thing, here are some recs:
Thanks for all the Fish by dracogotgame (T, 2k)
Harry's latest break up with Ginny gives him food for thought.
The Mispronunciations of Draco Malfoy by daisymondays (T, 4.6k)
'Muggle AU where Harry is a barista and bartender and keeps running into his most stuck-up customer’ aka ‘All the times Harry managed to mispronounce Draco and the one time he got it right.’
Pub Night by sdk (E, 7k)
In a cramped loo at The Bitter End, what Harry and Draco do is only about one thing: getting off. ...Isn't it?
An Aching Soul by writcraft (M, 14k)
Draco Malfoy escapes to the Muggle world to avoid his parents, memories of the war and Harry Potter. However, some things prove harder to escape than others as Draco realises when his favourite Muggle haunt is rudely invaded by a post-war Harry who is struggling to cope with grief, growing up and the battle with his inner demons.
It's Friday (I'm in Love) by punk_rock_yuppie (E, 16k)
At first, Draco only hangs out with them on Fridays after work; then he starts shagging Potter after pub nights. Then all the rest of the gang tries to befriend Draco and even worse, Potter tries to date him. It’s an absolute disaster, if you ask Draco.
Take These Lies by pennygalleon (E, 20k)
There’s a portrait of his godfather in Draco Malfoy’s potions shop and Harry needs to know why. But that’s not why he keeps coming back.
Midnight in the City of a Hundred Spires by shiftylinguini (E, 25k)
Harry Potter is a missing person. Draco Malfoy is a vampire. They are the last two people one would expect to bump into each other in a Creature Bar in Prague, yet to Draco’s absolute shock that is definitely Harry fucking Potter sitting across from him. Even more surprising is that Potter may have a case for him.
Saviour of the Seas by Booktopus (E, 45k)
For the 10th Anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic has chosen to celebrate with a cruise to Norway to view the Northern Lights aboard the Savior of the Seas. Did they actually think Harry would want a bloody cruise ship named after him?
The Pure and Simple Truth by lettered (G, 65k)
Harry, Draco, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, and Pansy go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Pansy, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Pansy―you guessed it―go to a pub. I could go on. In fact, I did. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Pansy, Ron, Blaise, Luna, Goyle, Neville, and Theodore Nott go to a pub. In various combinations.
Chasing Shadows by manixzen (E, 93k)
The murder of Lucius Malfoy seems impossible—no cause of death, no traces of spell-work, no potions in his system. The only leads Harry and his partner have are the trail of missing wizards the deeper they go. That and the help of the victim’s estranged son who now spends his time bartending at a queer-friendly Muggle pub.
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I know you're probably more Eristine but can I just say that I was so excited to see Raoul in your latest Phantom Margaritas comic?? You draw him so adorably I'm gonna cry 😭, I literally went 😳🥹 when I sawwww, such a handsome adorable boy who wanted a cocktail
Yeah, Erik was unreasonably rude to Raoul, someone needs to scold him for it (possibly a hint to my next drawing? 👀) But the Bartender AU is supposed to start with Christine and Raoul as a couple, so there’ll definitely be more Raoulstine drawings coming out down the line, mostly about how they met in the first place. And truthfully, I doodle Raoul a lot in my free time, the poor boi just rarely makes it past the doodle phase 😭.
#rose answers#rose get asks#poto#phantom of the opera#my art#raoulstine#raoul de chagny#bartender au
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Our very first fully colored and rendered piece of mixologist/bartender Erik with Christine! Many thanks to @apileofpans for your help with the perspective (cuz I know I suck at it lol). I don’t have a concrete storyline planned out for these two, but I already have a bunch of WIPs with these two, so I guess you guys can look forward to that! Of course, I would love to know what you guys think about this au and your spin on their story! 🫶
#phantom of the opera#erik phantom#erik poto#my art#phanart#phantom art#poto#poto art#the phantom of the opera#digital art#Erik as a mixologist#bartender au#erik and christine#modern au#alw phantom#erik’s forearms
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