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You Look Like You Need a Drink (M)

Originally posted by hidden--demons

Summary: After a bad week with the worst luck imaginable, you happen upon a local dive bar run by an attractive young bartender who livens up your evening.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,221

Warning: Bartender!Yoongi, tattooed!Yoongi, sexual harassment, sexual themes, power play, manners kink, alcohol use, profanity

A/N: I wrote this last year for my dear friend’s birthday and swore this fic would never see the light of day. I have since “remastered” it, so to speak, so I’m sharing it here. SURPRISE!

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How To Summon The Zodiac Signs

Aries: ½ bottle fireball, hair dye, cigarettes, black cat, maracas

Taurus: Sandwich, teddy bear, fireworks, flannel, romance novel

Gemini: LOTR book trilogy, cell phone, chopsticks, telescope, 3DS

Cancer: Cotton candy, butterfly knife, moonstone, typewriter, Polaroid

Leo: Sunflower, Diamond, faux fur, whiskey sour, cowboy boots

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clarz  asked:

FINA your tag about niall!!!!! #why is he such a DILF in training? LITERALLY! half the time i look at niall and he is precious sunshine beanstalk boy and then the OTHER HALF he is... well... DILF in training! like ur friend's successful father who always treats you like a Real Adult and makes you feel all blushy and too young and too gangly and too awkward and is so kind to you that you almost feel guilty for wanting him to DO YOU AGAINST A WALL!! or something. yknow. whatever.

LOOK, THERE ARE A LOT OF THINGS NIALL CAN BE!!!!!!!! FOR INSTANCE!!!!!

HOT YOUNG ASSISTANT FIELD HOCKEY COACH AT YOUR FANCY BOARDING SCHOOL WHO ALL THE OTHER GIRLS SAY DIRTY THINGS ABOUT IN THE LOCKER ROOM BUT YOU WOULD NEVER BC YOU RESPECT HIM AS A PERSON AND AS A MENTOR BUT MOSTLY BC YOU DON’T WANT TO GIVE AWAY HOW DESPERATELY OBSESSED WITH HIM YOU REALLY ARE:

YOUR FUN, RECENTLY-DIVORCED AUNT’S HOT YOUNG DOCUMENTARY-FILMMAKER BOYFRIEND WHO SITS NEXT TO YOU AROUND THE CROWDED THANKSGIVING TABLE WHILE YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH AND TRY NOT TO SAY ANYTHING STUPID OR LET YOUR THIGH TOUCH HIS:

YOUR DAD’S HOT YOUNG WORK COLLEAGUE WHO SHOWS UP TO YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY WITH AN ENVELOPE FULL OF CASH FOR YOU AND THEN DISAPPEARS OUT ONTO THE PATIO TO DRINK LIGHT BEER AND TALK BUSINESS WITH THE GROWN UPS AND DOESN’T EVEN NOTICE YOU SIPPING ON A SHIRLEY TEMPLE AND MAKING EYES AT HIM:

THE NEW HOT, YOUNG, AND PAINFULLY EARNEST YOUTH PASTOR AND CHOIR DIRECTOR AT YOUR LOCAL MEGA-CHURCH WHO’S GOT A LOT OF PEOPLE THINKING VERY UNHOLY THOUGHTS:

YOUR HOT YOUNG DENTAL HYGIENIST WHO YOU RUN INTO AT A FESTIVAL WHILE HE’S A LITTLE DRUNK WITH ALL HIS HOT FRIENDS AND HE REMEMBERS YOUR NAME AND GIVES YOU A HUG AND REMINDS YOU TO FLOSS AND THEN YOU TRY TO CONVINCE YOUR MOM TO LET YOU WEAR A TUBE TOP TO YOUR NEXT ORTHODONTIST APPOINTMENT: 

YOUR BEST FRIEND’S OLDER BROTHER WHO’S HOME FROM SCHOOL FOR THE SUMMER SO YOU START ARRANGING A LOT OF SLEEPOVERS WITH UR FRIEND AND THEN ONE NIGHT YOU RUN INTO HIM IN THE KITCHEN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WHEN YOU’RE GETTING A GLASS OF WATER AND YOU GUYS END UP TALKING AND HE CONFESSES HOW BAD HE WANTS TO BE KAPPA SIG PRESIDENT NEXT YEAR AND HOW HE’S SCARED THAT JAGOFF CHAD’S GONNA GET INSTEAD CUZ HE’S A LEGACY:

Marry Me

Originally posted by gleefinn

Summary: Witch’s spells aren’t always a bad thing

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: implied smut, maybe language because I can’t help it, otherwise straight fluff

A/N: this is for the lovely @jpadjackles double birthday challenge! I loved all the songs you chose for us, but this one will forever be one of my favorites! Hope you like what I did with it, and thank you for hosting!

A/N/N: Huge enormous thank you to my twin @deanssweetheart23 for listening to me whine, reading everything over and basically being the best damn support system a writer could ask for. Love ya, twin.

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A list of quotes my band director has said

This martini isn’t dirty enough

We need a stronger bottom

Think of the ding dong, I need a lot of ding dong

Have your parents pick you up at 9:010

I want it tasty

Yeah I’m not liking the uterus either

I want you guys to learn beef

Judd: The band is only as good as the weakest link.
Anthony: Fuck we’re gonna lose

Don’t try not to lose time

How can I breathe without no air

I changed my mind, I’m not changing my mind

We got six on the bottom and five on top.

Play an A# instead of an B-flat

Try not to sound like a duck

You fracked your climactic one note of glory

Mikey, stop being pointy

Ziggy, stop hugging Malakai

You can’t frack and never return

If you’re not making Juddy proud, you’re wrong

Stop being an ice cream truck

The leaning tower of Luke Choi

You can all take a breath together after your ding dong

Add a curvy linear

Try not to have a bulge in the front

You need to have a strong d

You’re teasing me melodically

It’s getting a little tight in Darren land

The ding dong is being lost

Ziggy and Daniel are joining the ding dong

Your higher note on the ding dong has even more stress

The ding dong was well projected

I don’t hear enough of the dong

Now we know where we are at. THANK GOD

It needs to be the creepiest 3 blind mice you’ve ever heard

It’s just not big enough

Just grab me, it is destiny

Add weight, like my stomach

Finger the air

Jesus that sounds like cattle

We are not playing Frogger with our instruments

Yo, what’s with that gangster hat

We’re Swiss cheese in the clarinet block

There’s just too much body language, and I don’t appreciate it

If that amp was your mother, she would be proud

It sounds so much better when we don’t breathe

Even though I changed the music, I really haven’t changed the music

You need to have confidence on those bitches

Breathe through 8 counts without taking a breath

Are you a G?

Dylan, you’re an ass

You need to have laser eyes on Lexi

We have to be more smart at rehearsal

I’m a Facebook like Nazi

Dylan, sound like Mickey Mouse

Barisoon

Will’s on fire, somebody put him out

Is there a way to pause without pausing it

I’m literally turning into a parrot

I want Kaitlin on top and everyone else under her

More trumpets, more sex

Hey there J-dog(Justin)

This is Amish paradise

WOAH PIANO

You need to listen for Lexi’s cut-off

Stop yabbadabbading

You’re not good

French horns, don’t put your hand in the bell

I’m hearing wrong fingers

Turn on a new hat

Finger with me

Play it as written, nice and long

Please stop touching each other

You’re the Toungey McToungerson I’ve been hearing the whole time

Just pull it out

You’re not matching the windses dynamics

There’s 2 counts of horse

The best way to spread Christmas cheer is, oh look at that, lunch detention! Congratulations Nikko, Donovan, and Nathan!

Oooo, that was a big one

A bunch of you guys need to be the icing on the cake

*plays invisible banjo passionately*

*sings* IN HIS PANTSSSS

Here’s my time for glory

Imagine you’re in an algebra class, taking a test on trigonometry

Sing your finger one two ready go

I just wanna touch it

*stops band* Jesus, guys

Start at number C

You can play those notes more fuller

You sound like an elementary band learning how to play mallets for the first time

Oh Jesus

Never blink

Jesus, try again

I changed my mind, I haven’t changed my mind

It did got better

Lower my thing

You’re talking into the horn

Play the ding bum

I know you wanna shake it

Hey guys can we get rid of that chair? No chair left behind

Pull out more, more than the D would normally take

We learned how to use our tongues today. You do 16th notes until you are happy

The good ol’ sleight of glove

SUCK IN YOUR DIAPHRAGM MARGARET
MARGARET THIS IS FOR YOU

Take Nikko’s stick and hit it right on the downbeat

I have a guide to fingering and tonguing

That’s enough men for 2 months

Mrs. Mocha and myself might get a little excited

We can’t waste any time (plays G minor as a round twice)

You are a ninja

No girly birds!!!!!!!!

Shake this as you’re doing the wawa

I don’t hear no wawawa

Thunder where are you

Get your life together!

Jacob, you’re nothing

Be smart

I have other beaters in my office

YOU ARE DIFFERENT

You come when it’s time

There’s a lot of ding dongs, I feel like hostess

F all

Speak now or forever hold your run through

Play good

I’m honking my horn, get out of my way

Blend to the beef

Someone strike a D

I AM NOT RELAXED

The hunchback of Notre Justin

Don’t think of a snare, think of an instrument

Oh hello! What’s for dinner? COMPOUND TIME

I feel like I should rent a babysitter and put you in a play pen

Get better

We’re not in a smoking club here saying *cough cough cough* I’ve been doing this for 20 years, like there are like 5 band kids that need cough drops

Right now, you’re playing like a drunken sailor ballerina

*sings* be dahh boo dahhh DINNER TIME

It’s hard for Ryan because he has the runs

It sounds emotional, but it’s the wrong emotion

CUT, wow that’s a mess

Margaret you sound like the recorder version of Titanic on YouTube

You want candy, I want notes

Make it more shapey

FLINGER FLINGER FLINGER. I say FLINGER because it’s not quite there. It’s like you’re playing with octopus hands. Tentacles

This is the sound of not music

We are under the sea

Put your hand on your finger

How to tame your dragon

Right now, you’re a nike check mark

I feel like I’m feeding bread to a duck

We have a lot of articulation problems in the goat heard

*screams* I’M SO MYSTERIOUS

It’s so bad, I feel like I’m on American Airline

Sound like a butterfly. FLY AWAY TUCKER, FLY AWAY

We’re not going to the zoo trombones, no butterflies today

Ba be ba da FORTSZANDO Ba be ba da AAHHH

WOAH! Wait that wasn’t Kaitlin, liar

Oh so you do have it on your stand. Hm. Two liars today *squinches eyes*

BEEEEOOOWEEE

I want to hear a C, not an AAAAAAAA

Your guys’ bad phrasing gave him a bloody nose

Stop looking at me with your glossed over eyes

Why not, HA you thought

Here comes the Dylan!

Ding dong ding dong, don’t be a ding dong

I don’t want to expose everyone right now, but it has to be done

YELL AT ME STEPHANIE. LIKE ALL OF THE ANGER I’VE SAID

I guess I don’t yell enough

There’s limited times when we do that, like the McRib

It sounds like you’re in the bathroom

Don’t look like the hunchback of Notre Clarinet

This is like a daycare or something

It sounds like dinner time

Guys it sounds dorky

*turns to clarinets* bitch

I’ve always wanted to adopt Tucker

Light beer is like pee

Wow Hector, you’re like Jenni Craig

I was a lethal weapon

You have a secret affection for your clarinet

Figure out your life

It makes us sound like the asthma band

Let Me Taste Your Smile

Prof! Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: The reader and her best friend go to a bar on campus and see the gorgeous history professor and his friend casually hanging out. Makeout sessions and confessions ensue. 

Word Count: 1.6k

Requests are open!

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

It was Friday, classes for the week ended and it was finally time to let loose after the grueling week of college. “It’s time!” a voice rang, bringing Y/N out of her studying trance. Her best friend Scarlett entered the dorm room and plopped down onto the bed.

“Time for what?” Y/N asked, turning around in her rolling chair to face her friend. Scarlett rolled her eyes and layed down on the uncomfortable bed. 

“Time to go to O'Shaughnessy’s! The new pub that opened near campus, I’ve been dying to go.” 

“Can’t you go by yourself? I haven’t even started my history paper yet,” you told her, pointing at the blank Microsoft Word document on your laptop. Scarlett wasn’t having it, she stood up and shut her laptop, earning a shocked gasp. 

“Get dressed…we’re going,” she commanded sternly. Y/N huffed and stomped the closet, it’s not that she didn’t want to go. She needed to get good grades to keep her scholarship…her parents always said that her education was everything. 

Y/N changed into a coral tank top and a light floral blazer. tugging at her black jeans she was ready to head to the pub “You look fine, come on,” Scar whined as she opened the door. 

“Phone and wallet?” she questioned.

“Already in my bag.” 

The pair made into the pub after a decent 10-minute walk, the inside was like any other college pub. Dark bricks, neon lights of beer companies hanging on the wall, and of course…dosens of college students looking for a good time. The girls sat in plush green chairs as they observed the scene, Y/N saw a large crowd gather by the dart board.

Many loud cheers could be heard from across the room “I want a beer,” she said looking over at the nearly full bar. 

Scarlett got up quickly and made her way over there, telling Y/N that she would be back in a few. The Y/H/C haired girl couldn’t take her eyes off the crowd…the person must have been really good. The hoard of people slightly moved away so Y/N could get a glimpse of the thrower. she realized it was none other than her history professor, Professor Stan. 

He gave his bearded friend a high five in victory, “Oh my god,” Y/N whispered. he wasn’t wearing his typical suit (which he looked hella good in) he traded it for a black t shirt, red bomber jacket and a simple pair of jeans…he looked so good. 

“Babe..you good?” Scarlett asked, concerned as her friend hasn’t blinked in a really long time.  Y/N whipped her head to face her confused friend, taking the beer from her.

Panicked, Y/N low key pointed at the young teacher “Professor Stan is here,” she whispered. 

“Well hello Professor Stan,” she nearly moaned, checking him out. But she knew Y/N was all over him, she recalled the countless times she would come home and listen to Y/N talk about literally everything about the man. 

“Scarlett,” she grumbled. 

“Sorry, sorry,” the blonde defended, “You should get close to him.” 

Y/N shook her head vigerously, no way. “I can’t do that, what if he sees me!” 

“There’s an open seat in the corner, you can stare at his perfection and still go undetected because of all the other people.” She hated to admit it…her friend was right. She took a large drink of liquid courage and sneakily made her way over to the chair. 

It was a good view, she could see him and his friend throw the darts, and the crowd made good coverage. His face was beautiful, the way he frowned when he missed, but it was even better when he smiled when he hit a bullseye. She longed to taste the lips of her professor.

She didn’t expect the crowd to disperse, and she definitely didn’t expect the man’s eyes to make contact with hers. He looked a little stunned, quickly giving the darts to the other man. he walked over to her. She looked up at him, there was something different in his eyes. Sure he had looked at her all the time in class, but that didn’t compare to the look he was giving the girl as he approached, it looked like he was on a mission for something. There was a certain fire hidden in the ice color of his eyes. 

“Y/N,” he spoke, making her melt into the chair, “What are you doing here?” 

She tried to keep it cool, with the alcohol in her system it made it slightly easier “I’m legal Professor,” she laughed. 

“Sebastian…please,” he corrected. 

“Sebastian,” she whispered. 

“Were you watching the whole time?” he asked, a flirty smirk on his face. 

Y/N blushed and answered, “Only for a moment, you’re really good.” 

“I had a lot of practice in college,” he laughed sitting on the ottoman in front of her. 

The pair sat in silence for a brief moment, just looking at each other, not being able to tell if the feeling was sexual tension. “It’s odd that you’re talking to me,” she admitted. 

“Why’s that?” 

“Teachers usually ignore students in public.” Sebastian bit his lip and sat up straight. 

“Want to get a beer?” Y/N Shrugged and stood up with him. The short walk seemed like forever, they couldn’t stop talking. This wasn’t the usual professor she saw twice a week, he was the ordinary hot guy in a bar. The one she wanted desperately to kiss her, touch her, have his way with her, just like in her fantasies. 

They sat at the bar laughing with each other, drinks in hand. “This is a nice place,” she said. 

“Yeah, my buddy Chris is the co-owner, he always wanted to open one,” he told her, pointing the man who was owning younger kids at darts. 

“No way! You must get all the free drinks,” she joked. Sebastian caught sight of her pink lips, he wanted to respond but his attraction to his student was beginning to take over. He had a lot of self-control towards her in his classroom, but now that they were out in a public setting, maybe he could have his chance.

“Most of the time,” he took a drink “do you want to see upstairs?” he offered, biting his lips again. Y/N looked back at her friend who was giving her a thumbs up before returning her attention back to Sebastian. she gave him a nod and got off the bar stool. 

Climbing the dark wood stairs she got to see the part of the bar what was still being finished, the pool hall. The man walked over to the glass windows, looking out at the street “I need to confess something,” he said lowly. 

Y/N raised an eyebrow “What is it?” 

“For the past 2 months I’ve had the burning desire to do something,” he started looking at her faint reflection the the glass. 

“Which is?” 

“Kiss you,” he spoke, turning around. 

Y/N almost lost it, her face turned red and her core started to get butterflies, he felt the same way about her. She stood up straight and found the courage to say “Come closer.” 

The brunette did what she said and walked up to her. The girl placed her hands on the sides of his face, feeling the stubble of his freshly shaved jawline. He closed the gap and kissed the girl with the soft pink lips. 

The kiss was passionate, his lips moving quickly against hers, he then picked her up and placed her on one of the pool tables, settling himself in between her legs. She broke the kiss and ran her fingers through his soft hair “Sebastain…shuld we really be doing this?” she questioned, out of breath. 

His face got closer to her’s feeling his warm breath against her lips “I see the way you look at me in class…you pay attention to me,” he whispered, biting her lower lip, then releasing it. “But you’re not paying attention to the lecture, you watch me Y/N. The way my lips move as I tell you about World War 2, you see my ass as I write something  on the board.” 

He kisses her again with more desire, his tongue fighting for dominance against hers. Y/N placed her hand on the side of his neck, pulling away from him. He didn’t stay away from her for long, attacking her neck with rough kisses and sucks, he wanted to leave his mark. 

“I watch you too. I love watching you bite your lip when you concentrate on your notes. Your smile when you talk to your friends, I want to taste it,” he moaned. She moaned back at the mild pain she felt, knowing it was going to be a large mark on her neck. 

Sebastian started to focus on the other side, taking his hand and pushing back the hair that covered her neck “I want you,” she moaned, “I always have.” 

“That’s going to have to wait until after the semester Doll,” he laughed, sex dripping from his voice. She threw her head back and pulled at his shirt. He re captured her lips and took turns biting each other’s lower lips. 

Y/N pushed him back “Am I more than this?” she asked him. 

Sebastian’s eyes looked into hers, the way he looked at her, it was truly believable “Yes, Y/N. During the break, I would like to be a true gentleman and take you on a date…far from this school,” he chuckled. 

“I will hold you to that, Seb,” she said, “Can we continue?” 

Sebastian placed his hands on her back and laid her back on the table “What ever you want, Baby,” he whispered, kissing her agian. 

A/N: part 2?
Pass

for @checkplease100 Prompt 10: Pass


“She’s pretty,” Nursey says, nodding slightly at the girl talking to Lardo with a blue solo cup pressed to her lips. She is pretty, Dex thinks, with big dark eyes and skin painted with freckles. She is pretty, but her eyes aren’t greenish gray and she probably has never written a poem about the contents of the Haus couch’s cushions. Dex looks back at Nursey and the way his smile has gone tight in the corners and how his eyes have lost the light they’d gained during beer pong.

“Nah,” Dex smiles. “I’ll pass.”

Just like that, the light returns.

St. Elmo Brewing Co.

These are from my second time at St. Elmo, one of Austin’s newest breweries. I’ve enjoyed pretty much everything I’ve tried there so far. Carl is a kolsch and even come in the traditional highball-like glass. It is most definitely a light beer but pretty refreshing without being watery. Doughy German-style malt and yeast make up the majority of the flavor. Winston is on the other end of the spectrum, a robust export stout. Lots of roasty malt and even a bit of tobacco dominates. This is finished off by black coffee and a hop zip. A very flavorful stout.