#au: bar/club

[aftgficrec]

Do you have anything for settings outside of cannon?? Like au's or completely different universes

(Preferably neil centered but not exactly a necessity)

Ahhh there are many amazing AUs in our fandom, and of course a high percentage star Neil Josten. Generally, canon themes are still woven throughout the stories. Also check out AUs on our tags page where you can explore by theme. -A

a small sampling of AU themes:

single parent aus here

more band aus here

sitcom/romcom vibes here

long no exy aus here

new Hogwarts aus here

staff recs Mermay here

florist/tattoo artist andreil here

andreil enemies to lovers here

some Neil-centric AUs:

famous Neil (no exy) here

Neil as barista/waiter/bartender here

Neil with wings and lots of magic here

Oblivious ace-disaster Neil here

quirky Neil like ‘WUTBF’/‘Quicksand’ here

fics like ‘A Different Matter’ here

‘Neil’s Guide to Stalking Your Neighbor’ here

‘Dear Advice Guy’ here (complete)

‘The bittersweet between my teeth’ here

‘Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger’ here

‘Point Nemo’ here

‘still’ here

‘12 Ways to Woo a Minyard’ and ‘Deadly Affections’ here

Perennial by notyouranswer [Rated T, 11373 Words, Complete, 2023]

Neil downloaded a dating app (at Matt's insistence) to make some friends, but accidentally rejected a stranger right in front of him. Mild chaos ensues leading to conversations over coffee and a walk in the park.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: bullying

Into The Deep by Fortheloveofexy [Rated E, 21435 Words, Incomplete, Updated June 2023]

Neil Josten stares at the large building in front of him, his mouth twisted into a small frown. Yesterday, Browning had handed him a manila folder containing his new name, his new life. Included in that file had been a note, the same slightly crumpled note he’s holding in his hand now, with the name of his new employer. Foxhole Aquarium. Ask for David Wymack.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: animal abuse, tw: implied/referenced character death, tw: blood, tw: panic attacks

NB: fic art of merAndrew by @fortheloveofexy

Only Fools Fall. by Random2002 [Rated T, 19789 Words, Incomplete, Updated Feb 2023]

Neil tests how faithful his clients partners are. Roland is a client; he's worried about his boyfriend. It isn't long until Neil notices some serious rifts in the relationship he is meant to test.

tw: child abuse

White Hands by doodlingstuff [Rated T, 23308 Words, Complete, May 2023]

Neil's life isn't exactly a life except for Stuart, trying to cheer him up, and his paintings, whenever he's inspired. Andrew's life isn't exactly a life except for his family and his volunteering work, keeping him afloat as the time goes by. When Andrew stumbles into Neil's life unwillingly, both will learn one day at a time that they still have reasons to fight and dreams to fulfill. --- Another take on Artist!Neil and Bartender!Andrew full of soft and fluff.

tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: heavily referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced self harm 

If Neil, Then Fox by AlrightDarlin (WhoopsOK) [Rated T, 12838 Words, Complete, 2023, Locked]

Neil Josten’s machine warns him Aaron Minyard needs his help, but Neil isn’t prepared for the way Andrew Minyard is about to turn his life upside down.

tw: murder, tw: canonical character death, tw: implied character death, tw: drug use, tw: violence

Professor Neil series by HalfpintPeach [Rated G/T, Collection with 2 complete works, updated Feb 2023]

Part 1: Necessary Losses [T, 9783 Words, Complete, 2023] Neil's grad students invite their Exy-obsessed professor out to one of the most anticipated matches of the Exy Season, the Dallas Palms vs the Denver Yellowjackets. Neil is excited to join to watch his husband and one of his best friends battle it out on the Exy court.

Part 2: Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day [G, 3640 Words, Complete, 2022] Neil has one of the worst days and Andrew is able to make it a little bit better. Welcome to my Professor Neil and Professional Exy Player Andrew world! 

I'll be a Brand New Day by especiallythezefronposter [Rated T, 15519 Words, Complete, 2017]

Neil meets a man who looks a lot like his least favorite teammate, Aaron Minyard, and it ends up changing his life. (A Winter Soldier AU, because this fandom deserves a Winter Soldier AU)

tw: self harm, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: gun violence, tw: blood, tw: murder, tw: nightmares

Unlucky Lies by Winterlynne_Norvic [Not Rated, 26365 Words. Complete, 2019]

Neil hates being a demon. Andrew hates Neil. Their lives are hell, but maybe with each other it doesn't have to be.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: temporary major character death, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: demonic possession, tw: bullying, tw: assault, tw: attempted rape, tw: blood, tw: murder, tw: car accident, tw: canonical character death, tw: eating disorders

Neighbours series by transjorts [Collection, Rated T, Complete, 2021]

Part 1: Cat Burglar [6393 Words, AFTG Exchange Spring 2021] Neil has settled into his quiet life in Palmetto with a job at Barnes and Noble and a friend called Matt. But someone was breaking into his apartment and stealing his stuffed animals. What kind of fuckery is this?

tw: implied/referenced child abuse 

Part 2: Foxes and Fruitcake [12819 Words] Neil dives deep into Minyard-Hemmick family drama, plays exy and eats fruitcake.

tw: involuntary outing 

You're different than the others by Kml19 [Rated M, 21024 Words, Complete, 2017]

Neil works for the Moriyamas from inside the prisons as a guard, he doesn't think much about his own life, he is just glad that he is alive. That is until he meets a new prisoner that may change how he sees things.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: assault

NB: inspired by @requiemofkings’ artwork of prison guard Neil and inmate Andrew

Allurement by sundowne [Rated E, 20323 Words, Incomplete, Updated May 2023]

"You think I would use my allurement on you?" "You're not?" - A vampire AU in which Neil needs a new goalie and Andrew needs someone to feed from, so they strike a deal.

tw: blood, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture

Remember! Proplifting is Shoplifting! by Mystrana [Rated T, 3697 Words, Complete, AFTG Summer Exchange 2022]

Neil works at the garden center. He hates his job. Andrew is an amateur gardener who enjoys tormenting garden center employees. Somehow, he makes Neil's job better.

If You Knew What I Know by interstellarflowers [Rated G, 12361 Words, Complete, 2021]

Neil runs a relationship advice column, and Andrew is a skeptic.

Whiskey Sour by maqicien [Not Rated, 6,870 Words, Complete, 2022]

In which Neil is a bartender and Andrew is the crime lord that owns the bar.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: assault, tw: blood/gore, tw: murder

jellyroot and many other causes of catastrophy series by jeanmorexu (papencuts), papencuts [Rated M, Collection with 2 complete works, AFTG Reverse Big Bang 2019]

Part 1: (a comprehensive guide to princes and knights and how not to acquire jellyroot) [10959 Words] Neil is a young prince of Palmetta. When he was just a boy, he was saved by a mysterious kid from a thug. Neil isn't sure who he is, or why he did what he did. That is, until he sees him again and this time, he's going to get some answers.

tw: homophobia, tw: assault

Part 2: united under kingdom, and unto each other [​​2099 Words]

“Can you imagine what this would do the crown? Backwater boxing matches, associating with drunkards, and criminals… These bruises, Andrew, gods… People are going to think I beat you.” “No one is going to think that. It’s almost assumed that you like me to beat you.”

NB: knight and prince art prompt by @requiemofkings

CVS by anxietycorner [Rated G, 38689 Words, Incomplete, Updated May 2023]

Neil had always worked the night shift alone. A co-worker couldn't hurt, right?

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: abuse, tw: child abuse, tw: torture, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: ptsd, tw: flashbacks, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: vomit, tw: alcohol, tw: bullying 

Art

Dirtyhands Neil art by @prince-peachie

spiderman au art by @rainbowd00dles

tattoo artist!neil comic by @jordanshenessy here and here 

the little siren au art by @allfortheslay25, wip 1, pre render

jellyfish Neil au comic by @emry-stars-art, also here

pirate Neil art by @heymrstargazer

winged Neil art by @mistykaru here, here, here, here and here

escaped single father Jean with baby Neil art by @estavs

[araneapeixes]

lesbian bed death - goth girls are easy

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Cool outfits from a silly dream I had

Practice doodles under the cut ✂️

[softquietsteadylove]

Thena loves watching Gil and sprite interact with each other. Falling in love more and more with him. Write something for the actor au?

"Enjoying?"

Thena smiled as Sersi came up beside her, extending a glass of something more suited to her palette. Whatever it was it was more sweet than don perignon. "Thanks--everyone's having a lovely time."

Sersi often hosted in her expansive London penthouse after an awards ceremony. It was quite the place to be, and it excused her from having to go to a much riskier party just for the sake of networking and brushing elbows with the industry.

"Especially those two," Sersi tipped her glass in the direction of the outside patio, where plenty of people were enjoying the night air, but especially Gil and Sprite, roasting marshmallows over her fire pit.

Thena just laughed. Sprite was repeatedly trying to set hers aflame while Gil attempted to fend her off while also achieving a perfect golden brown for himself. "She really is just happy she got to come to one of these, finally."

As much as Sprite was not a people person, or interested in her sister's - or cousin's - level of fame, she had always wanted to see what happened at an afterparty. Thena had always insisted they were boring and drab, but Sprite wanted to see the boring and drabness for herself.

"I'm glad she's enjoying herself," Sersi joined in Thena's laughter as Sprite attempted to sabotage the both of them, pushing both their marshmallows closer to the flame. "Whose idea was this?"

"Gil's," Thena sighed, watching as the small game turned into an all out fencing match until Gil finally took both their marshmallows for himself as a way of ending things. Sprite looked appalled before he offered another, visibly telling her to keep it out of the fire. "I think she was actually a bit bored, lurking around on her phone. But he found them in your cupboard and took her out there."

"He has a way with her, doesn't he?"

Thena just nodded. She was sufficient enough at reading lips to tell that Sprite was demanding to know why she couldn't eat the charred marshmallow. Gil was explaining something about how it wasn't good for her. As her primary guardian, Thena had attempted to do that with many things, just to get a positively scathing remark in reply.

But Sprite yielded to Gilgamesh, rolling her eyes but roasting her marshmallow pleasantly, like a law abiding citizen, instead of a teen who wanted to wave around a flaming marshmallow in the middle of a party.

"He certainly does," Thena sighed again. Sprite did seem to enjoy the nicely toasted confection. She continued to watch them until Sersi cleared her throat deliberately. "Hm?"

Sersi merely gave her a look, her eyes bouncing between her and the two outside now staking multiple marshmallows per stick. Thena continued to stare at her expectantly until Sersi laughed. "I'll have to memorise this expression for my next role as a loving wife and mother."

Thena nearly choked on the sugary drink Sersi had brought her. She licked her lips, blaming her faint coughing on the heat suddenly in her cheeks. She set down the fancy stemless crystal flute. "I beg your pardon."

"Please," Sersi easily dodged her cousin's toothsome comment, though. "I know very well what that look means."

"I did not catch your baby fever, if that is to what you are referring," Thena attempted to hiss at her, but again, Sersi let it roll right off her. They had grown up together, after all; she was entirely too accustomed to it."

"I'm not saying you want a baby," Sersi shrugged, very deliberately leaving the rest of her accusation in tact. She took a sip of her own drink, so innocent and demure. "I'm saying you look at Gilgamesh and Sprite like you're imagining living in a three bedroom cottage on the seaside."

Thena sniffed, "I hate the sea, too humid."

"Ah, yes, of course, that's the problem," Sersi snickered.

Thena leaned off her marble kitchen island to glare at her more fully. "Shall I find your costar, Mister Whitman, and ask what he thinks of a seaside cottage?"

Sersi didn't rise to bait nearly as voraciously as Thena did, but she did flick her cousin's earring. "That is different."

"I do not see how," Thena growled at her, both women more invested in drinking away the other's teasing.

Sersi pursed her lips as she finished her champagne. "Dane and I know how the other feels."

That did make Thena pause. She furrowed her brows, "when did this happen?"

Sersi shrugged, looking down at her countertop and tracing her fingers along the ripples of marble. "We were at another party like this, we simply talked and talked and...somehow we ended up on the subject of what life we would lead if not for all this."

Thena admittedly listened with rapt attention.

"I always wanted to be a teacher," Sersi smiled at her own nostalgia. "He said he used to imagine the same thing. One thing led to another and I suppose... "

Thena raised a brow.

Sersi sighed, her shoulders dropping. "We agreed we can't right now. The medical show got picked up so we'll be on that until one of us gets fired or written off."

Thena looked down as well. She had to admit, Sersi wasn't nearly as timid as she could let herself appear to be when she was playing the darling of the United Kingdom.

"But perhaps in the future," she shrugged, feigned a smile. "We'll see."

Thena had to admit, Sersi had made more of a move for her future than she could remember making in a hell of a long time. She looked outside again, to where Sprite was teaching Gil how to make a s'more. "We work together too much. The risk is too high."

Sersi gave her a pointed look, "too high for your own happiness?"

Thena sighed again, watching Gil secretly blow on Sprite's marshmallow for her as she rooted in the graham cracker box. "I'm happy right where I am, Sersi."

"Admiring from afar?" Sersi felt the need to put a name to it as she too watched Sprite smash the melted marshmallow between two graham crackers and way too big a section of chocolate.

Thena also finished off her drink before pushing the glass to the side. "I think love is best from afar, like art, or stage makeup."

Sersi offered a mild laugh before bumping her shoulder against Thena's. "I never said anything about love, but I can see your point."

Thena whipped around, prepared to snarl at her needlessly nosy cousin. But all she saw was Sersi flitting over to Mister Whitman himself, the two of them smiling at each other like schoolchildren in puppy love. Thena rolled her eyes.

"Hey," Gil looked up, smiling at her as she ventured outside and over to them. "There you are."

"Here I am," she sufficed to say, eager to put her conversation with Sersi from her mind. "What are you up to?"

"S'mores!" Sprite sufficed with the single word, swinging her melting marshmallow in her sister's direction.

Thena nearly flinched but Gil caught it at a perfectly safe distance from her.

"Easy," he both chided and laughed off as he apprehended the offending confection.

"Dude," Sprite sighed, but accepted the pilfering, instead reaching for a new one.

"I do hope you're not eating yourself sick on those," Thena felt the need to add, only for her very lovely young lady of a sister to give her the finger for it. "Right."

"Here," Gil whispered, offering the toasty marshmallow from between his fingers.

Thena let him deposit it into her palm. She hated marshmallows, but she had to admit, it was cooked to perfection. "Hm, they taste better when they're toasted."

"You should try real, homemade marshmallow sometime," Gil chuckled as he reached to roast another one, either for her or for himself. "It's a totally different experience."

"Don't tell me you know how to make that too," Thena groaned. As if she needed another ridiculous reason to be infatuated with him.

"You can come over to my place and try it," he nudged her gently.

"Party at Gil's!"

"Sprite!" Thena hissed at her, catching the disgusting vision of her sister's completely full mouth. "Honestly!"

Sprite rolled her eyes but tossed another marshmallow at her.

Again, it didn't reach her, as Gil caught it in midair and added it to his roasting spit. Thena watched the confections achieve their perfectly golden state, using the excuse as a way to lean against him by the warmth of the fire.

[inursoulkitchen]

au where hangster are exes (obviously) and it’s been a few years and phoenix has just had a rough breakup so rooster takes her to the gay club just to have a bit of fun and there’s loads of dancers there and low n behold, not on stage, but behind the bar is hangman. service with a smile, charming the pants off everyone. and like no one’s looking at these dancers everyone just wants a piece of the tall blonde guy behind the bar with the big arms shaking the cocktail shaker and rooster goes up for a drink and overheats some guy say to jake “hey so when’s ur dance start?” and jakes all “oh nooo i’m not a dancer hahah only bar for me!” and the guy is stunned like “you’re the most gorgeous person in here.” and when it comes to roosters turn to be served hangman is so pissed at him still from all the shit that went down and rooster with a smile says “even behind the bar jake you still manage to get everyone’s attention. how is that?” and jake full on just chucks his drink in his face.

[firefly-bites]

no crying in the club (jotaro kujo x F!reader) Pt.1 Pt.2

Synopsis: y/n, trying to keep her friend happy, forces herself to go to a popular club. Little does she know it would be the best and worst night of her life.

Warnings: minor sexual assault(not by jotaro), alcohol, drugs, swearing, gross party stuff.

Two girls sat in a room. Pink bedsheets and white dressers filled the room with life. The sun had long set as night fell over the horizon. 

“Hold your head still, mascara smudges easily,” Nena said, carefully applying the black liquid to my eyelashes. In about thirty minutes, we were getting picked up by Nena’s boyfriend to go to the newest club downtown. I was already preparing for the noise and the lights. Being blinded by the lack of overhead lights while simultaneously being stunned by the blaring neon lights was something I was not excited about.

“Sorry, sorry, what should I wear?” I asked once she finished with my makeup. Her face was already done when I came over. “Don’t worry, I have the perfect outfit.”

She left for her walk-in closet, rummaging around for the dress she had saved for her friend. In the meantime, I looked around for something to do. I swiped around on my phone to pretend to be busy. Looking in the mirror across the room, I noticed she did full-face makeup on me. On my eyelids were shining highlights, complimenting the black eyeliner and mascara caked on my eyes. Tinted lip-gloss shone on my lips and made them glow a subtle red. Her art made me look hot. I felt good about my looks.

When Nena returned she was carrying a silver dress. It was spaghetti strapped with sequins covering every inch of the fabric. the neckline was loose and would show a small amount of cleavage. It went to about mid-thigh with small slits on each side. 

“Here, it doesn’t look good on me, but you look good in everything, so unfair,” she teasingly said the last part to herself. I took the dress from her hands, sauntering to the bathroom and stealing a pair of five-inch heels covered in fake diamonds. They were strappy and long, reaching to my knees with a small butterfly placed on top of my foot gently. With the whole look put together, I left the washroom with a smile, having a good feeling about tonight.

“Let’s go, Pol Pol! I heard they have super good cocktails!” Nena said, already drunk on the smell of the club alone. I blinked as she left through the crowd, heading to either the bar or the dancefloor, neither of which I wanted to visit. But alas, the bar was better to relax in and maybe I could even find a booth for us. That idea was blown from my head as I saw a group of people snort lines from the polished marble, then make out with each other. Gross.

As I approached the counter, I felt a stare burning holes into my body, raking up and down. I shivered, sitting down at a barstool and ignoring the uneasy gut feeling rising in my stomach. The bar wasn’t super full and there was an empty seat on each side of me which was nice. 

A man came to stand in front of me from behind the bar. He was handsome, tall, and muscular, and the black t-shirt he wore showed the amount of muscle on his arms. His black hair had been gelled back lazily as a small, charcoal-coloured curl hung on his forehead. What stood out were his stunning eyes. They were sharp and shaded with a captivating blue. 

“Can I get you anything?” His voice was deep and gruff, seemingly tired from serving customers for the past five or six hours.

“Yeah, Uhm, just a margarita.”

In about ten seconds flat, a fancy glass with a lime garnish was placed on the counter. With a quick ‘thanks’ I took a sip of the alcoholic beverage. He nodded before turning around, preparing another drink for a different person. 

It took only ten minutes for someone to come sit beside me. He was a little creepy. The man was drunk and reeked of sweat and beer, wafting around the area and making me grateful for the strawberry perfume I used before coming.

His eyes were the same ones that had been following me since I walked in...ew. I chose to ignore him, his stare making me shift in my seat. My margarita was almost gone, maybe another two or three sips left. I savoured the bitter taste of alcohol for once in my life, opting to spend as much time drinking the beverage as I could. As soon as those were done, I shifted my gaze to the weird man. 

“Can I help you?” I said giving him my nicest smile. Sure, he looked like a creep and his smell was making her eyes water, but maybe he was just trying to have a drink.

“You sure can, how ‘bout me ‘n you ditch this bar ‘n go to my place, sugartits” Woah, Woah, Woah. 

“Sorry, I just got here and I’m waiting for a friend,” I said, still trying to smile at him.

“I don’t see no friend, so we should head out,” he laughed, a musty scent coming from his mouth. His arm slung around my waist, gripping my hip and going further towards the small slits in my dress by the second. 

“Please let go of me, I don’t want to leave with you,” a frown crawled across my lips as my heart began to beat faster. I could feel subtle tears wet my waterline as the fear of what could happen settled in.

“Don’t be a bitch ‘bout it, just come nice ‘n easy ‘n nothing will happen to your pretty little face.”

His hand pulled me from her seat, making me almost slip over my heeled shoes. He continued to grope at my butt while smirking, trying to lead me away. I tried to stand my ground, although it was difficult when a man taller, stronger, and bigger was fondling me and trying to drag me away. 

“Let go of me! Please, I don’t want to go with you!” 

“Don’t be so annoying, you fucking who-”

“Get your hands off her, or we’ll use force to remove you from this establishment.”

Jotaro’s P.O.V

Today was shit. Not only had Jotaro been annoyed by a group of whiny girls on his way to work, but he had also been put on bar duty. Sure, it was better than cleaning but people yelling at him and being rude to him pissed the man off. After serving another beer to a customer his eyes locked on a woman walking up to the counter. Her silver dress hugged her waist and showed quite a bit of skin, but that's not the reason he was staring. He was staring at the fact that she was alone In a busy club. 

He sighed, realizing he’d have to keep a careful eye on her. 

When she ordered, he couldn’t help but want to hear her voice more. The way it smothered out all the loud music and partying people was a nice break. He could even smell a wave of fruitiness that seemed to envelop her. And when she thanked him his glare broke for a mere second. His oceanic eyes softened at her before walking away to tend to other customers. Only when he saw a creep prowling on her did his glare harden again. The man's hands were on her hip as she looked very uncomfortable. Jotaro pretended to look busy while cleaning some already polished glasses to not look suspicious.

“Don’t be a bitch ‘bout it, just come nice ‘n easy ‘n nothing will happen to your pretty little face.”

Jotaro felt rage boil inside him when the pervert slurred the nasty words. Even if Jotaro was an asshole, he knew that respect was a basic human right and that women should be appreciated, not forced to lose their dignity for some dirty pig. The towel he had been using was now slung over his shoulder. He put his full attention on the situation in front of him. If that man pushes his luck any farther he wasn’t afraid to step in. 

The breaking point came when she was lifted from her chair by the man as he groped and touched her in a very gross fashion. The black-haired man watched as a fearful tear escaped her eye. Jotaro took it upon himself to walk over, his pace quickening when she quietly yelled more words of protest. 

“Get your hands off her, or we’ll use force to remove you from this establishment.”

His voice was powerful and demanding. The woman felt her legs almost crumble in relief when he stepped in. Jotaro could practically feel the thankfulness radiating off of her. 

“Oh? And what’re you gunna do ‘bout it, big boy? ‘M just taking the lady back home,” he slurred, moving his sweaty hand up and down her side. She shivered, goosebumps raising across her arms as she looked at the bartender with pleading eyes. She could only hope it would give the message that she didn’t want to be left alone with the creep. 

Good -fucking- grief

“I’ll take you out of here myself if I have to. Let her go and we can all move on with our nights.”

“No, I don’t think I will. She’s just playin’ hard to get. I know how these women work.”

“Please, I promise I’m not, please just let go of me,” She begged, tears now dribbling down to her chin. His hand raised and before anyone could blink, y/n felt a searing pain on her cheek, the skin turning a vibrant red that was visible even through the club lights. More tears fell from her eyes as she almost sobbed at the pain. 

“Shut up, you bitc-” 

Before he could finish his insult, a fist came hurling at his head, knocking him out cold. The moment his hands left her body she scurried behind the bartender, his large body sheltering her. Her eyes were closed as silent tears left them. Her mind wandered to what would’ve happened if the man hadn’t stepped in, making her shudder in disgust and fear. The mysterious man called security over to grab the unconscious pig as the man turned around to face y/n.

“Good grief, what a mess.”

She stifled a giggle at his reaction, bringing a hand up to wipe her tears away. 

“Thank you, I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t come,” she admitted, wiping the ruined makeup from her face. As Nena would say, ‘No crying in the club.’

“Whatever, I hate creeps like that,” Even with his scruffy voice he still sounded somewhat worried and considerate when speaking to her, “You feeling alright?”

She laughed. It wasn’t a happy laugh, but rather the kind that you sing when there’s nothing else to say. “Jotaro? That's your name, right?”

Her words confused him for a second before he remembering his name was plastered on his chest. “Yeah, but call me Jojo. What’s yours?” 

“y/n.” Pretty name for a pretty woman. It was a beautiful melody that left her glossed lips like a sonnet. Only now that he could see her close-up, did he realize how gorgeous she really was. Even with smudged makeup and tear streaks running down her cheeks she was still the most stunning girl he had ever seen.

As y/n offered her name, she looked into his deep, ocean-like eyes. He had long lashes that framed the mans pupils perfectly. Sharp cheekbones and jawline that made her want to drool over him. He was way taller than her, towering at around six-foot-five. He seemed to be staring at her with a slight frown and she took that as a sign that she looked a little gross with beauty products smeared across her skin.

“Sorry, I probably look pretty shitty right now,” she chuckled, turning her head to shield her face, must to Jotaro’s disdain. “Could you…take me home? I really don’t want to go alone right now. It’s totally okay if you can’t, I can just find my fr-”

Jotaro cut her off with a grunt, telling her that it wasn’t safe to be alone in her current circumstance. She agreed, lightly holding onto his much larger hand for comfort as the two exited the club.

Word Count: 2,038

do y’all want smut in the next part or fluff? I cant decide T-T

[1eos]

people who never leave their house will think fanfiction and movies they saw when they were fifteen accurately depict real life. 'can't go to the club it's too sexual,' 'bars are too horny,' 'people are fucking in the pride parades.' like damn can you be any louder about how little you actually experience real life? it's one thing to be a shut in, sure that harms no one, but if you're gonna be judgmental about everyone else going outside at least know what you're talking about

right.......and i honest 2 god hate clubbing but it concerns me that these ppl seriously believe fairly basic public spots are like....degenerate hotbeds of sexual sin just bc its populated with adults.....i would say its bc its things that happen in the evening but bars be open in the afternoon for tourists or like doctors and nurses who do night shifts 😭😭😭😭 like you can just eat at a bar its not a big deal. jkafkkjafkjga like u really think they just spreading the puss puss open in the middle of the pride parade? fucking on concrete??????? that's like if i said i hate the state fair bc its too sexual like WHAT are these ppl talking abt????????? just say you don't enjoy being around a bunch of ppl its fine. but i remember when ppl were seriously talking abt bars for ppl who don't wanna have sex.......................................................SO A NORMAL BAR??????????? i havent been out in a while bc of covid but back in my day u did not have to suck the bartender off to get a coke at the bar................................

[araneapeixes]

Not gonna be able to get back to this for the next week or so but I wanted to share so wips :))

[twiceasmanysunbeams]

TORI as the CHANTEUSE

She is always surrounded by an air of melancholy. She tends to be out of the main hero's reach perhaps because she is dangerous, because she is already involved with someone else (usually a villain), or simply because she is so aloof.

This character can be very useful for highlighting a feeling of loneliness, because her sultry songs will often create a feeling of a connection between the singer and the listener, but circumstances will prevent that feeling from becoming a true connection. For that reason, this trope is a favorite of Film Noir, a genre that thrives on a feeling of melancholy and stoic loneliness.

@gc-appreciationweek

[nerosdayinanime]

sabito Faggot Supreme

[anon-e-miss]

What if the bar is Swerve's? He and Whirl are the owners and like to come in sometimes on date night? Swerve is always willing to make a customer happy.

If they run low on energon, Swerve becomes the taps. Did he modify his wells to produce engex? Perhaps.

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

"I always keep a salt shaker of rat poison on me whenever I go to clubs, to shake into the glasses of men who bug me too much."

[dramioneasks]

There’s this fanfic I’ve been trying to find. So Hermione spies on death eater Draco for the order (If I remember correctly) and meets him in a bar or something, anyway at first he finds her suspicious but then eventually they end up in a relationship and have a child. Do you know which fanfic this is?

Anyone?

[crowsyart]

Meow

Okay. I honestly have no clue what to do with Blair and like. Witches that have animal forms in this au. I’ve been skirting around it but if I actually do something with it differently I’ll probably either do prehistoric animals or insects