#pub fics

[inevitably-johnlocked]

JL Fic Req: Meet in a nightclub

Hello Steph, first of all I want to thank you for everything you do for our beloved fandom, you can’t imagine how much we appreciate your effort <3

I thought I bookmarked this fic but can’t find it. For what I recall it’s short, probably 1 chapter. Our boys meet in a nightclub, John is in the bar and watches Sherlock in the dance floor, I think he’s dancing shirtless or with the shirt open. As John watches, a guy approaches Sherlock takes his hand to dance with him, Sherlock refuses but the guy is disgustingly insistent and keeps touching Sherlock. John  (ever the gentleman) goes to them and speaks to Sherlock as if they were boyfriends and he has been in the bathroom, Sherlock plays along. The awful guy leaves not before insulting Sherlock (calls him a cocktease or sth like that). I don’t remember if John punches the guy or tries to but is stopped by Sherlock. Then John is about to leave Sherlock because he didn’t want to impose himself just like the other guy did but Sherlock asks him to stay, they dance and I don’t remember more. Anyone knows which fic could it be? Thanks in advance.

(submitted by johnlock-and-tea)

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HI LOVELY!!

Oh GOSH I have no idea which fic this is, though I feel like I’ve read it before. Seems vaguely familiar. Gonna call on the community for this one: Anyone able to find this fic for us?

[sitp-recs]

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.

[avelera]

Sometimes in genre fiction stories, you’ve got magical characters talking about their magical lives in public or wearing their superhero costumes out in the regular world.

Often times, the magical characters feel they need to hide or whisper about things like magic or immortality or fighting demons or like pretend they’re going to a convention to explain their superhero costume.

These are often lovely and charming scenes but let me be clear:

Nobody in a major city would give a fuck.

Just as one example of many, I was literally in line for a book signing in NYC and a man walked by stark ass naked wearing only body paint and basically after the initial surprise, no one did or said anything about it.

The amount of crazy you encounter on any given day walking around a major city makes you basically immune to surprise or taking any kind of action about weird shit happening around you.

If I heard someone talking about their magical powers next to me at a cafe back when I lived in NYC, I’d assume either 1) they’re rehearsing for a play, 2) playing/discussing D&D, and/or most importantly 3) it’s none of my fucking business.

I’m always curious what exactly people think would actually happen in the real world if a supernatural or magical character was overheard by someone who wasn’t actively hunting them or who wished them harm.

If you overheard a time traveler or an immortal or magical person in general candidly speaking about their life at the table next to you, what would you actually do about it?

Would you call the police?

Tell the whole world you just sat next to a real magical person and your evidence is that you overheard their conversation?

Report them to their nemesis? How would you even find them??

Seriously, besides telling your friends about the weird conversation you overheard at lunch or the strange looking person you saw, what exactly would a normal person do even if they really did overhear someone like a time traveler speaking candidly about their travels for anyone to hear?

I ask because I see so many stories set in a superhero or urban fantasy setting worrying about being NOTICED. Noticed by WHO? With what result?? What do you actually worry is going to happen? What would any average person actually do besides shrug and go back to whatever they were doing?

I’d accept that maybe in a smaller town you could become a topic of conversation and even widespread notice.

But let me assure you, friends, in any major city, no one would fucking notice much less say anything about any level of weird shit they saw. The whole point of a big city is that everyone basically ignores the weird shit happening around them at any given point.

So let the fairies and ghosts and time travelers of your fantasy story relax. If they’re in a big city, they could literally fly around downtown with rainbows shooting out their ass and the only comment they’d probably get is from people wondering what movie is being filmed nearby.

[ecstarry]

'Kiss and Stab' microfic for @v7lgar & @del-stars

“Will you stop playing with that?” Regulus took away the small knife Barty had been playing with for the past hour. 

It was fine at first, before they had both chugged an alarming amount of beer. Not something Regulus had planned on doing, but finals were over and break was just around the corner. 

Barty never needed an excuse. 

“I don’t trust you with such a dangerous weapon,” Barty teased. He pushed Regulus against the brick wall just outside the pub, pressing the blade slightly against Regulus’ tender skin. 

It was a Tuesday, no one else was around that late at night. He expected Regulus to push him, huff, tell him to piss off, yet Regulus was not only silent but blushing. 

That was not the first time they had been this close, not alone and not even in public. Barty didn’t move, getting a reaction out of Regulus was uncommon, he needed to understand what had turned Regulus’ cheeks such a divine hue of pink. 

Regulus cleared his throat, his gaze traveling to the knife pressed against his neck, just above his collarbone. 

Fuck. 

“Really? A fucking knife kink?” 

Regulus grinned at him, clearly too drunk to care. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. An invitation. 

Barty, just as pissed and with a bulge forming underneath his pants, followed directions. He took the tip of the knife and traced the outlines of Regulus’ lips, he watched adoringly as the chest of the man in front of him kept rising and falling, almost panting. 

“You get so-” Barty stopped in a halt as Regulus traced with his tongue the same path around his lips the knife had just traveled. 

Barty felt lightheaded, all his blood went down his fucking cock as Regulus continued the show. Barty had wet dreams that started just like this, but nothing compared to the sight of Regulus Black letting out the hottest, sweetest noises as his pleading eyes asked for Barty to press the knife directly against his tongue. 

He was weak, and horny, and fucking desperate. Regulus fucking moaned, right against the metal, the noise went straight to Barty’s dick. 

“Give it to me.” Like an obedient dog, Barty obeyed and handed it immediately. He didn’t care what Regulus wanted to do with it, he just needed to touch him. 

Regulus stepped on top of Barty’s shoes, grabbed his chin and pulled Barty’s face down, “Kiss me.” 

Barty’s hands were greedy, he grabbed Regulus like he had always wanted. They wandered under his shirt, he wanted to remember this moment, he desperately tried to be present. It might’ve been the beer, maybe the power trip of holding a knife against Regulus, or just the feeling of Regulus fitting perfectly between his hands, but Barty was losing his goddamn mind. 

His mouth traveled from Regulus’ lips to his ear, down to his neck, nibbling on the skin, wanting to mark him, even if just for one night. 

“Barty,” Regulus whined. He leaned into Barty, his arms around his neck, begging to have him closer. 

“Yeah?” He pulled back slightly, he wanted to see the lust behind Regulus' gaze. 

“More.” 

“Reg.” Barty was trying for once to not fuck everything up, he didn’t want to be a mistake. But Regulus wanted him, finally. 

Regulus took out the knife from his pocket and pressed it against Barty’s collarbone. “Please.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ, I get the knife kink now.” He tried to catch his breath. “But we can’t, Reg.”

Yet Regulus pressed harder, a dot of red coming out of Barty’s skin. He stayed still, too lost in whatever was happening to stop Regulus as he brushed his fingers against the wound he had just made, collected the blood with his finger and licked it. 

“Let’s go.” 

“Mhm.” 

He had no more fight in him. He wanted Regulus and he wanted him now. 

[w2soneshots]

Pub golf -W2S

words: 0.5k+

warnings: alcohol consumption.

summary: you play pub golf with the sidemen, their girlfriends and Freezy. And you and Harry are a fluffy cute couple.

notes: hello my loves!! Here is the request💓. I love the sidemen pub golf’s so I was excited to write this🤭. I hope you enjoy!🫶🏼🍻

"You ready?" Harry popped his head into the spare bedroom that he had turned into my dressing room. "Mhm. Two secs." I grabbed my lipgloss then got up. Harry's eyes widened. "That skirts a bit short." He walked up behind me to slap my ass. "Oi!" I turned around with a cheeky smile. "I'm wearing white shorts underneath, they just don't fully cover everything." I told him. "Well I don't mind, I love your big juicy bum." He joked. I chuckled.

Once we were dropped off (by a taxi) at the pub that we had all agreed to meet at me and Harry went inside. Everyone had dressed up in golf gear. We had to wait a little while for the entire group to arrive but once they did we got started. The rules are: we each have one drink per pub and are scored by the amount of swigs it takes to finish it. Downing it would give you a hole-in-one. At the end of the game, the player with the lowest score is the winner, just like real golf. But because we're playing in teams of two (me and Harry being together) we are alternating between each other, so we don't get too drunk too quickly.

"Ew, can you do this one? I hate sambuca." I asked Harry. "Yeah babe, sure." He didn't seem to be too bothered and easily took the shot. "Lovely jubbly!" Was his reaction. On the other hand Talia and JJ seemed to really struggle. No one got a point though since they all did it in one gulp.

We walked to the next pub. "This one's a pint of cider!" Simon announced to the group. I looked to Harry. "I've got this one." We ordered then went around the table, each person drinking their drink. I was second and somehow managed to do it in just two swigs. "Well in babe!" Harry gave me a massive high five. Ethan drank his in one go and so did Freezy but it took Josh four gulps to get it down. "I'm fucked." Freya said (since she was Josh's partner), making us all laugh.

After a few more pubs and many drinks everyone became increasingly more drunk. As we were walking to the next place I did a cartwheel. "Woah! What the fuck." Harry lunged forward, worried I was going to fall straight onto the pavement. I chuckled with a hiccup. He stood right next to me for the rest of the walk, his hand on the back of my skirt, as it kept flying up in the wind.

At the end of the night Tobi went through the scores, since he was the only sober one. Poor guy had been babysitting us all night. Me and Harry won with ten points. Ethan and Faith came second with twelve and Josh and Freya lost with twenty five points. Once we got in our taxis I fell asleep on Harry's shoulder. He carried me upstairs to our apartment, got me ready for bed then tucked me in.

The next morning we both woke up with an awful hangover but since we had so much fun last night and made some great memories with our closest friends we didn't mind.

[eggcats]

Hi hello I was skimming Netgalley, as I do, and uh. Uh. Is this an edited human au radiostatic fic? I need answers there's too many similarities I'm losing it.

[afewproblems]

WIP Snippet from Difficult Days

This is rough, but I just had to share because I am kicking my legs up in the air at this interaction!

Shawn clears his throat, realizing just how close Lassiter’s face has gotten, “uh yeah, we have your back Lassifrass”.

Carlton hums, his eyes closing blearily for a moment before he looks at Shawn again, “you ever take your own advice Spencer?”

Shawn bristles slightly. 

“Listen, this isn’t about me, you're a striking man with strong features, eyes that I--that people--that women--” Shawn swallows harshly, ignoring the way Lassiter’s eyes trace over his rapidly heating face, all because of Shawn's stupid, big, dumb mouth.

“Women wanna do cannonballs into, you have great posture and uh, penmanship the likes I've never seen”.

“You're honestly a catch Lassie, don't be so hard on yourself".

“I'm a catch”.

“Yeah Lassie, you are”.

Lassiter stares at Shawn for a beat, his blue eyes almost seem to glow in the darkness of the pub and Shawn is so, so, aware of how close they're sitting now. He watches transfixed as Lassiter lifts his hand from his lap to reach up and trace a soft knuckle across Shawns cheekbone then down to his chin, slightly tipping Shawn’s face up.

Shawn feels himself stop breathing.

What. The fuck. Is happening??

Klaxons blare in his mind once again as a chorus of , ‘DANGER, DANGER WILL ROBINSON’, repeats over and over. 

“A catch,” Lassiter repeats, the words rumble in his chest. He smirks slightly, his blue eyes crease at the corners as he tips his face away to mutter something under his breath about catching someone. 

[loverbobby]

can we start bringing back normal job choices for our MC’s in the love island game

[lulublack90]

Prompt 7 - First Death

@wolfstarmicrofic January 7, word count 370

Remus stared into the rectangular hole in the ground, the pile of dug-up soil placed beside it. 

“I loved him so much,” Sirius sniffled at his side, holding tight to Remus’s gloved hand. 

“I know, sweetheart,” He said as comfortingly as he could. 

“I don’t know how to go on, Remus,” Sirius was sobbing now, hot tears trailing down his cheeks.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Sirius, it was a damn flobberworm!” Remus snapped. “Sorry,” He said calmer, he shouldn’t have snapped, but Sirius was being a bit ridiculous.

“Mr Flobbers was my very best friend, and now he’s gone,”

“If he was such a good friend, why did you leave him with Peter?” Remus asked, biting the inside of his cheeks to keep from smiling.

“Well, how was I supposed to know he would turn out to be a murderer?” Sirius cried, glowering at Remus through tear-filled eyes. 

“That’s a bit harsh, Sirius,” Remus started. 

“HE SAT ON HIM!!! How is that not murder?” Remus couldn’t help it now. He burst into peals of laughter. The corners of Sirius’s cheeks began twitching and a few seconds later he was laughing as well. 

“I told you I was sorry!” Peter sniffed, getting upset at Sirius’s outburst. 

“I know Pete, don’t worry about it,” Sirius said, clapping him on the back as they watched James slowly lower Mr Flobbers into the ground and push the small pile of soil over the top of him.

“I hope we dug this deep enough so that Mrs Norris won’t dig him up,” James said as he stood up. Remus rolled his eyes. He swore half the time these purebloods forgot they were wizards. He took out his wand and performed a protection charm over the grave. 

“There,” He told them, taking Sirius’s hand and heading back towards the castle.

“Thank you, Remus,” Sirius said, reaching up and kissing his cheek. Remus returned the kiss and gave his fingers a quick squeeze. 

“Shall we sneak out to the Three Broomsticks and raise a glass for Mr Flobbers?”

“Oh, yes, please,” Sirius smiled sweetly at Remus as they made their way up to the third floor and into the secret passageway hidden by the one-eyed witch statue. 

[inevitably-johnlocked]

stellacartography said: I think I know this one. Is it the trivia night one? Where Anderson is cheating: For the Honour of the Division by Flawedamethyst

For The Honour Of The Division by flawedamythyst (T, 8,627 w., 1 Ch. || Pub Night, Pub Quiz) – Lestrade wants to win the pub quiz, John wants to socialise Sherlock, and Sherlock just wants to get John drunk. (TRANSLATION: 中文-普通话 國語)

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AMAZING!! Thank you!!

hi!! i am looking for a lost fic, one of my favs but I can't find it 💔 johnlock, they go to a bar with lestrade & the crew, i think there might be drinking games or truth or dare or something similar, in which they realize they're both into each other, and I think they kiss right after leaving the bar? it was short-ish, maybe 5-10k. if you could help me find it I'd be so so grateful!!! ty as always for all that you do ❤️

Hey lovely!

OMG I think I've read this?????? It might be one of the many on my Drinking Games / Hanging Out (Oct 2023) list, but if it's not, I can't immediately recall which on this is....

Anyone able to give us a clue?

[scoringeffects]

nonsense mattyjo Because one day i will write something terribly romcomish regarding them but today is the day for this

Jo knows he’s rambling. Knows Matty can’t possibly give a shit about the prequels. But he’s still talking, and Matty’s still listening. He’s pretty drunk though, flushed and swaying with it. Jo could feel bad about effectively taking advantage like this, but the more he talks, the more Matty leans in, and Jo feels awfully addicted to the way Matty's eyes blink at him.

“And the CGI is pretty goofy, right, even for the early 2000s, but I think it adds to the ch–”

“You’re really pretty, Joey, you know that?”

“What?” Jo says through a laugh, to give Matty his chance to clarify what the hell he’s talking about.

“Like you have your eyes and your hair and,” he reaches out clumsily, “your sticky-out ears, and your smile, Joey, holy shit bro.”

“Matty–”

“Joey–”

“Matty, bud, I think it’s time we get you home, yeah?”

“No,” Matty pouts, and Jo desperately wants to kiss his bottom lip, red and slick, but they’re in a bar and Mitch is close enough that he certainly heard all of that and is certainly pretending that he didn’t, rambling rapid-fire to Auston about the PK, or something, and Matty probably didn’t even mean it in a gay way, because he’s not. Gay, that is. 

“Yeah, bud, we should, I’ll close the tab and get an Uber to JT’s place, okay?”

Matty pouts some more, mumbles something about surviving two years of college well and good, but goes easily with Jo when he hauls him out the booth.

“Woller, I’ve got the tab, don’t worry, just get him home safe,” Auston calls to him, breaking out of whichever spell Mitch had him under for just a second.

“Aye aye, Cap,” Matty answers for him, and earns an eye-roll from the table for it.

“Yeah, yeah, funny guy,” Jo mutters under his breath to him as they leave. Matty’s fucking heavy, but he mostly holds himself up until they’re outside, and then lets himself be propped up against the brick when they’re outside, leans on Jo a bit. The crisp air might do something to sober him up, the huddle of smokers a couple feet away from them might not.

“You think I’m funny?” Matty asks, while Jo’s trying to get an Uber to accept his request.

He’s a little distracted, still tipsy, when he answers, a little too honest, “‘Course I do, bud, you know you always make me laugh.”

Matty nudges his head against Jo’s, like a cat, “Everything makes you laugh,” he mumbles, frowning a little, “but you think I’m a funny guy?”

“You wanna be special, Matty?” Jo teases him, tipping his head back. Matty’s hair is terribly greasy, but his cheek radiates warmth, and the rest of his body, pressed tight against Jo’s shoulders through hips through knees and ankles, is solid, dense, and burning hot.

“Hey, can we go to your place?” Matty asks, sticking his nose in Jo’s phone and blinking at the pending Uber request, “I’ll buy you breakfast in the morning.”

“I’ll make you waffles,” Jo counters into Matty’s greasy head, cancelling the request for Matty’s place and putting his own instead.

“Real ones,” he demands, pulling away from his phone, speaking clearer than he’s been for the past hour, “not the protein ones.”

“Picky,” Jo elbows him, instead of saying something insane like, yeah, bud, always, anytime you want.

[erosology]

y’all expecting us to spoon-feed you content but not bothering to interact with us on a human-level is a big reason why your faves don’t hang out here anymore just sayin

[tennessoui]

chapter 4 of ? (it's probably 6 i just lost confidence in myself)

[19burstraat]

(kaz voice) I didn't know we were getting a cat.

(inej voice) no. YOU'RE getting a cat

[messrsrarchives]

look at my spreadsheet n tell me he looks pretty RIGHT now 😖😖

look at him

[dustyspines]

went to the bridge today for the first time in a decade ! my summer of seventeen boys live with me forever and ever ♥️