#8 PM Whisky

[multifandomworldsposts]

Hey I was wondering if you could do a Austin Butler x virgin reader like she's a young French student in LA and she runs into 31 year old Austin late at night so he asks her what she's doing so late alone in the street and he walks her home then she asks if he wants to drink smth they talk a bit and then it gets hot...

(I love your writing btw)

fais moi l’amour

A/N: first off, thank you 🫶🏻 & hope everyone enjoys this story!

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem!reader

Warning: making out, him being a hot ass, oral sex, protected sex (PLS be safe), a lot of french.

Y/N’s POV

I got accepted to UCLA for my photography majors, so I have to go to Los Angeles to finish up my degree. I leave my friends from France and I’m obviously going to miss them because I don’t know anyone from America. I bought an apartment and I’m so excited to see it in real life, I did a digital tour of the apartment.

I fly out to LAX and everything looks beautiful! I get to my apartment and it looks amazing with a cool view of Downtown Los Angeles. I get unpacking and I take a little nap so I can go walk around and get groceries for myself.

I go to Whole Foods Market to get some things I need to make something for myself for a while. The staff were really nice, some people could understand my french accent and they understood on what I was coming from.

I get back home and organized my food and my alcohol, I’m 22 okay and I can handle my liquor. I put my alcohol at the bar I have in my apartment. My apartment looks good so far! I get ready to go out to see what LA is really about.

8:09 PM

I walk around to find a bar somewhere and I find Catch One, it looks interesting so I get in the line and immediately I hear whistling when I walking to the back of the line. God, american men, they’re fucking gross!

I finally get in and try to find the bar, I find it. I got sit down and a bartender comes up to me.

“What do you want princess?”

“Vodka please.”

“Alright.” He makes my drink.

I look around to see what’s going on until I hear my drink behind me, I turn around and I thanked the guy.

“That accent, you’re not from here.” The bartender asks.

“Yeah I transferred here from Paris.”

“You sound beautiful.”

“Je vous remercie.”

10:30 PM

I leave the club. I had a fun time, met wonderful people, I already have friends from Los Angeles and they are so nice!

I decided to walk, I drank one vodka, it doesn’t affect me. I look around on how beautiful LA is until I feel someone’s hand on my shoulder. I turn around and see the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.

“Hi, I’m Austin and I just wanted to say how beautiful you are.” He smiles. The most sweetest smile I’ve seen a long time.

“Thank you Austin.” I blush.

“I know this will sound creepy but, why are you walking all alone at this time at night?” He itches his head.

“Well, Austin, my apartment is close on where we’re at right now.” I look at him.

“Do you want me to walk with you if something happens?”

I trust him. “Yeah sure.”

We began to walk and we started to talk about ourselves.

“Y/N, that accent? Where are you from?”

“You like the 9th person who asked me that.” I look at him while walking.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’m from France.”

“France really! I visited there a couple times, it’s so beautiful.”

“I mean I feel like a lot of french girls would love you.” I said smiling.

I can tell he loved the comment.

MY APARTMENT

“Do you want to come inside?” I said to him.

“Yeah sure, if that’s okay with you?”

“It’s okay with me.”

I unlock my door and allow Austin to go inside first.

“You just moved here?” He looks at me.

“Yeah, I got groceries, some decorations and some alcohol.” I look at him while getting my jacket off and put my keys on the counter.

“What type of alcohol do you have?” He leans on the island.

“Vodka, Champagne, Whiskey and Wine.” I walked up to him.

“I like the whisky Y/N.” He smirks.

“Go to the couch and I’ll get our drinks.” Austin walks to the couch and I start making the drinks.

I walk up to him with his whisky, he grabs it gently out of my hand. I sit next to him.

“So, why did you travel here?” Austin says. He drinks his whisky and puts it down on my coffee table.

“Well, I’m majoring in Photography and I’m trying to finish my degree and UCLA accepted me. So that’s why I moved here.”

“Are you good at photography?” He looks at me.

“I believe so. Would you like me to take a picture of you?” I drink my vodka at bit.

“I would love you to Y/N.” He leans closer to me.

“Alright.” I go get my camera and come back to see Austin shirtless. I think I can’t handle this.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He smirks again.

I smirk, I take a few pictures. He looks so photogenic.

When I was done taking pictures of him, I showed him the pictures.

“You’re really good at this.” He says.

“Thank you Austin.” I look at him then to my camera.

“Speak a little french to me Y/N.” He whispers in my ear.

“Je suis amoureuse d’un homme qui s’appelle Austin Butler.” I said in french.

“What did you say?” He questions.

“I said ‘I’m in love with a man name Austin Butler.’”

“You’re in love with me?” He makes me look at him by putting his right hand on my chin to make me look at him.

“I am, when I saw you the first time, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

The way he looks at me, he’s in love with me as well. He leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back. I put my camera on my coffee table and get on top of him. I take my shirt off. He puts his hands on my waist. I look down to see his belt and unbuckle his belt and unzips his pants. I can tell he’s ready for me. He flips me down on the couch so he could be on top of me. He unzips my pants as well.

I lean up to his ear and said, “Je veux que tu me baises comme les hommes américains baisent les femmes américaines.”

“What do you say honey?” He questions.

I look at him and say, “I want you to fuck me like you american men fuck american women.”

“Do you have a condom?” He asks.

“In my room, it’s the last door in the hallway next me.”

He gets off of me and goes to my room. He comes back really quick with a condom in his hand.

“You found them quick.” I sit comfortably on the couch.

“They were easy to find babe, just on your nightstand.”

I forgot to put them away somewhere safe.

“By the way, are you a virgin?” He looks at me.

“Yes I am.” I confess.

“Then we have to take this slow Y/N.”

I nod.

“If I were you, give this french girl a kiss and give her the time of her life by fucking her.”

Austin looks at me and straddles my waist, gets his underwear off, he’s huge. He gets the condom on. I try to get my panties off, he helps me out of them. He leans down to kiss me.

The way he goes in and out of me, it’s feels so good. I felt a lot of pain but it went away. He pick me up to take me to my bedroom but he makes us stop on the wall a few feet away from my room. He lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses my neck, I can feel him bitting me. I moan but screamed.

“What did you just do Aus?” I make him look at me.

“I gave you a hickey.”

I try to give him a hickey as well. The way he moaned.

“I feel like you just gave me a hickey Y/N.”

I giggle.

“Je voulais juste que tu te senates bien Austin.” I whisper in he’s ear.

“What baby?”

“I said, I just wanted to make you feel good Austin.”

“God your french is turning me on.” We did nose to nose.

I giggle again.

“If that’s what turns you on, guess what turns me on Austin.” I touch his hair.

He pretends to think. “Me giving you hickeys.”

“No.”

“Hmm, me touching you.”

“No.” I chuckle.

“Then what Y/N?”

“Your deep voice in my ear while we were on my couch, having sex.” I whisper in his ear.

“It’s puberty baby.” He holds me close.

“Fais moi l’amour.”

He looks at me confused.

“Make love to me Austin.”

He takes me to my bedroom. He lays me down on my bed. I sit up. He crawls up to me, lays me down on my bed. He began to fuck me harder then when we were on couch. I scream.

“You like that huh?” He continues to fuck me.

“Yes! Ah fuck!” I said scratching his back.

Serveral minutes later I flip us over so I can be on top of him. I still have him inside me. I readjust myself so I can feel him in a different position.

“I thought you were a virgin?” He looks at me.

“I am but, you know that porn exists right?”

“You french girls really do know what to do.” He looks at me.

He leans up to get closer to me, we make out, I start to french kiss him. He french kisses me. He sets me on the bed again to give me love bits on my body.

1:30 AM

We’re in my bed, heavy breathing, sweating.

“Y/N.” He looks at me.

“Yeah.” I look at him.

“How did that felt by being your first time?”

“Étonnante.”

He looks confused again.

“Amazing.”

“Let’s be more than just a hookup Y/N/N.” He heavy breathed.

“Please Aus.”

“I’ll show you what I’m really about. You saw a different part of me tonight.” He cuddles up to me.

“Same here Austin and I’ll teach you some french so you can understand on what I’m saying.” I wrap my arms around him.

“When’s your first day at UCLA?”

“Next Wednesday.”

“I’ll show you around LA and maybe drop and pick you up at school.”

“I would love that Austin.”

“Um, Y/N?” He questions.

“How old are you?”

“22, you?”

“31.”

“I feel like I just, baisé un papa de sucre.”

“Did you say something bad?”

“I said, fucked a sugar daddy.”

“Because of me being older than you?”

“Austin I still love you.”

“Do you care that I’m a few years older than you?”

“I don’t care baby. I just know that you treated me so special.”

“I’m glad you think that way.”

“No one made me feel this way in Paris, you’re the only man in America that makes feel that way.”

[bastardtrait]

—OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS

thank you to @akitasimblr and @faeriefrolic for tagging me. this is a very interesting prompt list. I will do Jiang Yuqi bc I haven't thought about mother in a while.

this was very fun! I'll tag @lynzishell @rebouks @cinamun @theosconfessions @samssims @moonfromearth just cause I'm curious. feel free to ignore if you've already done or don't want to, and if you see this and want to do it, please do so.

ANIMAL: Secretary bird

COLORS: Dark blue, black

MONTH: July

SONGS: Black Mamba - aespa; Savage Remix - Megan Thee Stallion & Beyoncé; Lady in Red - Jolin Tsai

NUMBER: 38; the age she died at

PLANTS: Porcelain flower

SMELLS: Crushed dried magnolia, orange peel, cigar smoke

GEMSTONE: Fire opal, obsidian

TIME OF DAY: 8 PM or so

SEASON: Summer

PLACES: A smokey, opulent and surprisingly well-lit underground drug dens, rife with opium and blood money. Busy Hong Kong streets full of shouting hawkers, neon signs, and cooking food.

FOOD: Pomegranate, black liquorice

DRINKS: Scottish whisky, chrysanthemum wine

ELEMENT: Water

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: Black water dragon

SEASONINGS: Bay leaf, vinegar

SKY: That illuminated, almost yellow-black you get when it's really late. It's clear, and the air is thick, hot, soupy.

WEATHER: Hot, muggy night in the end of late summer.

MAGICAL POWER: Hypnosis, advanced strength, heightened senses

WEAPONS: Her personal gigantic claws and razor sharp vampire teeth

SOCIAL MEDIA: Probably Instagram but she only lurks. She probably goes on weird random forums too.

MAKEUP PRODUCT: Lipstick in dark red and berry shades

CANDY: Ginger candy (fucking freak...)

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Flying. In planes, not like...as a bat.

ART STYLE: Ink painting

FEAR: Obscurity

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Qilin

PIECE OF STATIONARY: A fountain pen that she uses for her journal which is very neatly-laid out.

THREE EMOJIS: 🙄🩸🔪

CELESTIAL BODY: Venus

[charlesandmiranda]

2/4 & 2/5 in Tsukiji

After staying up so late the night before (I don't think I mentioned it in the last post but we didn't leave the Neoncity show til after 3 AM, well after the last train had run for the night; and we got back to our airbnb at around 4am), Charles and I definitely needed a rest, so we slept in fairly late - til about 10 am. It's taken us a while to really adjust to the jet lag this trip and many mornings we've been waking up between 4 and 6 am, so 10 felt positively luxurious for us.

Here's a peek at our Airbnb, a small apartment building that seems like it's been converted to use as a guest house for travelers like us.

After we kind of got up and moving, we headed out to Tsukiji Market, which was kind of the main draw for us coming to stay here at all. We've been in the past, especially in the summer, and it's packed with great, fresh food, especially fish. The market has a really long and interesting history, and is where some of the most expensive fish in the world have been auctioned off for sale, and until a few years ago was the largest fish wholesale market in the world. However, they recently shut down the wholesale market and auctions at Tsukiji and moved them elsewhere, leaving just the retail shops and restaurants themselves.

Our experience visiting in the past taught us that, given that many of the shops are selling super fresh fish from that day's catch, they open pretty early and a lot of places are closed for the day by 1 or 2 PM.. However, what we weren't expecting is that many of the shops in Tsukiji just aren't open on Sundays. So between getting up late and it being a Sunday, we missed some of the shops we wanted to visit on day one in Tsukiji. We walked around for a while and definitely still had some great food and drinks, we decided to mostly have a chill, low-key day in for Saturday afternoon.

One place we discovered on Sunday, especially, is a shop that only opened a few years ago; it's a little bar in between the main streets of the market, where you can insert yen coins into machines holding whisky, shochu or sake, as well as buy a soda/juice mixer and kind of make your own vending machine drink. There's a small amount of seating, and we chatted with some of the bartenders there as well as the owner, all of whom shared local spots to eat and drink during our stay (which we....didn't get around to, but we may still try! There's still time! haha)

One thing that is maybe noteworthy, in that maybe it'll give y'all a laugh? but we absolutely failed at using a Japanese washing machine -- our Airbnb had one in our room but it like....never seemed to agitate the clothing properly, also never drained the water? I genuinely can't tell what we did wrong, but we ended up having to hang dry all the clothes we tried to wash off of a drying rack (that normally would sit outside on the apartment balcony -- it was soooooo cold, we were worried the clothes would never dry!) or in some cases, in the shower, and cranked the heat up in our apartment to try and like....ambient dry everything. And it mostly worked! Some of our clothes didn't get super clean but at least we didn't have to travel with a bunch of soaking wet laundry haha.

(the offending washing machine in question)

Monday we had to check out of our Tsukiji airbnb by 11 AM, so we got up early and hit the market around 8:30. Much more stuff was open, so we got to browse a good bit. Charles checked out some knives and cutlery, and I got to grab some sashimi from a shop we ate at on our last trip in 2019 -- I liked it so much, I tried to recreate some of their logo and stuff in Animal Crossing! The shop is called Maguro Kuro Tsukiji, and they specialize in tuna (maguro). They were quite busy so I didn't get to grab anything til last call. I showed one of the staff members the animal crossing designs I'd made and told them I'd been looking forward to coming back for a long time, and they were super tickled by it, and we all took a photo together haha.

Before long it was time to start moving on to our next stop, which was Nara, Japan! Look forward to it! Here's a Tsukiji Market photo dump (this probably isn't even all of it, there was just too much to see! I feel like that's the theme of every place we've visited, there's just too much to see and do at any one place for sure).

In these photos we had: a fried sardine cutlet, grilled egg sandwich and beef and egg bao bun, sea urchin (always incredible, it's like warm butter), a coffee shop where John Lennon once visited, oysters and hot whisky, and the big ticket item: wagyu. Charles had been looking forward to it since our last trip in 2019; we saw it here and decided to wait until our honeymoon, which we did not know would take several years. It's expensive, but the quality is incredible.

[socialshakespeare]

Reading 5: Sunday, July 30

The fifth and final read-through of Richard II.

(Most of you are double or triple cast, so double check which lines you have to read.) You can look up the lines of the characters here. The names listed below all go with the Folger Edition.

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Leader: @mariposagal

Richard: @astrangergivingthestrangewelcome Bolingbroke (King Henry): @caseyvbohan York, Lord: @if-you-come-a-knockin Mowbray, Duchess of York, Bagot, Salisbury: @mariposagal Gaunt, Percy, Keeper: @actualshonenprotagonist Queen, Aumerle, Captain, Berkely: @sphinxyvic Northumberland, Green, Abbot, Lady: @archiveoftragedies Duchess of Glos, Gardener, Fitzwater, Ross, 2nd Herald: @enbymoomin Bushy, Bishop (Carlisle), Exton, Groom, 1st Herald: @tea-and-fireball-whisky Surrey, Scroop, Marshal, (Serving)man, Willoughby: @wildechild Understudy: @purplemuskrat Listener: @thehamletdiaries

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[dafo1701]

How would a perfect day look like?

I wake up naturally, alone in my own flat, to a crisp shiny morning and silk sheets. It is not too late - 8 am, perhaps?

I've had a good sleep and my body feels rested. The sunshine is seeping through the blinds and I open them to see bright blue skies.

The kitchen is clean. I put on a kettle and start my Turkish coffee. The smell of high quality beans fills the room and my silk pajamas are sparkling in the sun.

I drink the coffee - hot and full of spices. I had added organic ginger and cinnamon.

I have nowhere to be and nothing urgent to do that day. So I sit quietly by the window, watching the world below come to life.

It's time for the skincare routine and a morning shower. I do my hair and put on some clothes. The weather is pleasant outside. Not the heat of the summer anymore, about 15 degrees, perhaps?

I go out for breakfast. It's something local in a nice bakery nearby. I eat slowly, savouring each peace. The barista is chatty and smiles at me as I walk out of the restaurant.

I go down to the sea. It's about 11 in the morning - the day is heating up so I do not bother with the zipper on my jacket.

There are people there - families with children, couples on a date, elderly enjoying a relaxing stroll. I find a warm rock to sit on and watch the waves. My mind is empty, filled with the sound of waves crushing into the stones.

It's early afternoon when I leave. The need to find entertainment pushes me towards the mall. I get a warm drink from Starbucks when I get there. It's time for a spa visit. Perhaps, I get a blow dry or get my nails done. Or maybe it's a pedicure. I do some shopping, too.

The daylight is thinning. It's time to get some takeaway and head home. I order some meat or fish, and fruits, and catch a cab. The door opens and my flat is warmly lit.

I have dinner and I watch some TV show. The Scottish candles smell of pine. The dinner is done and I clean up. The sun is gone.

I open my laptop and I start writing. Piano covers are playing in the background. Whisky is available. I write about everything and nothing of importance. The story is shaping up.

It's about 10 pm and I'm out of inspiration. I listen to a podcast or a guided meditation. I wash up and go to bed.

I am at peace.

[celtfather]

The Scotsman

Marc and Andrew share how they found and add the song "The Scotsman" to their muscial repertoire. Plus, there's big news a-coming! It’s all on the Brobdingnagian Bards Podcast #84

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[sorserah]

Mechaniacs - Kirin Jindosh x OC - Chapter I

Summary The story of Dr. Addison Lynch, a neuroscientist who played an important role in the past and will again in the future. (fic from 2017) _________________________________________________ tags: unethical medicine, blood, violence, neurology, neuroscience, dishonored universe usual type of stuff, first person _________________________________________________ ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8598001/chapters/19717660

*click* „Dr. Addison Lynch, 20th day, the Month of Rain 1852 8:25 pm, subject 1B, male around 33, brain relatively intact. The Cortex, Cerebellum and Medulla display no signs of an infection on the outside. I am separating the lateral part of the temporal lobe to get a closer look at the Limbic system. The Limbic system displays no...“ I rearranged the magnifier and the light to get a better look, „... I correct, the posterior part of the amygdalae has turned dark red, black almost.“ *click* „This is marvelous.“ I whispered. Finally, I got my hands on a Nest Keeper and not a corpse simply inhibited by bloodflies. I had to steal and ship it personally to Addermire Institute. *click* „Victim probably wasn‘t infected for a long time. Hypothesis: Function of the amygdalae reduced, so victims won‘t feel fear while living near and for bloodflies. Hypothesis: Parts of the frontal lobe infected too, which leads to a complete change or loss of personality. Have to examine other bodies in different stages.“ *click* 

This is going to be problematic. It‘s nearly impossible to leave Addermire since they locked it up, because of Dr. Hypatia. I still don‘t know why. My guess is she‘s working on a cure and they want to keep her safe from the Crown Killer. Anyways, I need other samples to continue my research and hopefully confirm the hypothesis. I need to satisfy my curiosity and get my reputation back. But last time was difficult enough: Bribing the captain of the supply ship with the coins I saved for years, one ‘Whisky and cigars‘ date with the Overseer responsible for departing the corpses, thank god he kept the mask on, stealing his keys after he fell asleep and carrying a rotting, 80kg body on my back for 2 hours. I am not sure if I can do it a second time.

I put the punch card out of the audio recorder and made a copy, which I stored in by bag. Always ready to vanish, if I have to. 

Someone knocked at the door and didn‘t wait for me to answer. „Miss Lynch, it‘s bath time now.“ I sighed, closed my eyes and simply nodded. Very few of them actually acknowledge my title, since I am a woman and well maybe because I did something in the past that brought me here. But I like to think they are just sexists.

The bathroom was already hot and steamy, I undressed myself and climbed into the bathtub my arms resting on the sides. Only a white curtain isolates me from the guard sitting on a chair next to me. This time I didn‘t even bother to close it. He would place his chair so he can watch anyway. He was always watching. 

I lost a lot of weight the last 2 years since I was brought here. I was provided better in Dunwall, even when the plague was at its worst. My ribs and hipbones are standing out now, my skin unhealthy pale with a purple undertone, dried, dark blood underneath my fingernails, my inner thighs were a little bruised from the night with the Overseer. I bit my lip and smiled, it wasn‘t that bad though. 

„Ten minutes left Miss.“ I leaned over the sides with both arms, facing the guard, „Maybe...20 minutes?“ I asked, with my right thumb moving over my bottom lip, bringing it up to my mouth locking my eyes with his. „No, you ask this every time.“

I answered with the lowest voice I could do „And I know you want this. You like to watch, don‘t you?“ I moaned „I know you want to fuck me George, take me from behind, pull my hair. What‘s your kink? Shall I call you Daddy? I could do that.“ He shifted nervously „No, I...I don‘t fuck with maniacs, and my name is not George! 5 minutes and you have to leave!“ I laughed „Well, thats your loss. And it‘s Doctor.“ and dived underwater.

Twenty minutes later I was in my bed. It was next to a window, I could see a storm coming and the waves building up higher and higher below me. I extinguished the candle next to me and used the last few moments of moon light to write some sentences into my notebook before I stored it in my backpack. One last thing left to do then: taking my meds, waiting for them to kick in and letting the darkness consume my thoughts. 

Eight hours later, I was up and dressed, my dark grey, shoulder long hair was brushed and my black eyeliner and dark red lipstick flawless on my face. „Ready for a new day!“ I exclaimed to my reflection.

Suddenly I heard screams, followed by rumbling and shattering glass. „Someone left the door open! WHERE ARE THE OTHER...“ I heard something was ripped off and a muffled sound. I held my breath, it was definitely on this floor. Just before I decided it was time to get my things and get the hell out, the guard "George" was thrown through my glass door, decapitated. I stood there in shock for 2 seconds, which was one second too long. The creature or what it was, and I looked at each other. She looked oddly like Dr. Hypatia but less human. „I always wondered what your flesh would taste like...“ Oh hell no. I grabbed my backpack and jumped right through the window next to my bed. If I had to decide how to die I am rather taking this option than to be decapitated and eaten by that thing. 

Glass shattering, skin sliced open and then I hit the water surface and the world went black.

[generalfoodmarket]

Top Players in India's Alcoholic Beverage Arena: A 2024 Market Snapshot

India's alcoholic beverage market is a multi-billion dollar industry, boasting a rich tapestry of flavors and traditions. At the forefront of this vibrant sector lie several established companies shaping consumer preferences and driving market growth. Here's a closer look at some of the top contenders:

1. United Spirits Limited (USL):

Market Dominance: USL, a subsidiary of Diageo, reigns supreme in the Indian alcoholic beverage market.

Brand Portfolio Powerhouse: They boast a diverse portfolio of iconic brands catering to various segments, including McDowell's (whisky), Black Dog (Scotch whisky), Smirnoff (vodka), and Kingfisher (beer).

Market Stats: USL boasts a market share exceeding 50% in the Indian spirits segment, highlighting their dominant position.

2. United Breweries Limited (UBL):

The King of Beers: UBL, known for its flagship brand Kingfisher, is synonymous with beer in India. Kingfisher enjoys a massive market share, particularly in the strong beer segment.

Innovation and Expansion: UBL has expanded its portfolio beyond Kingfisher, offering other popular brands like Heineken and Amstel. They are also actively exploring the craft beer market.

Market Stats: UBL holds a market share exceeding 40% in the Indian beer market, solidifying their leadership position.

3. Radico Khaitan:

Country Liquor Specialist: Radico Khaitan focuses primarily on the "country liquor" segment, catering to a vast consumer base in India. Their prominent brands include Magic Moments and 8 PM whisky.

Market Strength: While not as dominant as USL and UBL in the premium segment, Radico Khaitan holds a significant market share in the country liquor segment.

4. Diageo India:

Global Powerhouse, Local Focus: Diageo India, a subsidiary of the global beverage giant Diageo, plays a significant role in the Indian market through its ownership of USL (mentioned above). They leverage their global expertise and brand portfolio to cater to the Indian consumer base.

5. Carlsberg India:

International Player, Indian Presence: Carlsberg India, a subsidiary of the Danish brewing giant Carlsberg Group, has established a strong presence in the Indian market with its flagship brand Carlsberg beer.

Focus on Premium Segment: Carlsberg India caters primarily to the premium beer segment, offering a distinct taste profile and international appeal.

Beyond the Leaders: A Look at Emerging Trends

While these established companies dominate the market, some exciting trends are shaping the future:

Rise of Craft Breweries: Craft breweries are gaining traction, offering unique and artisanal beer options to a growing segment of consumers seeking alternatives to mass-produced brands.

Focus on Premiumization: Consumers are increasingly willing to spend more on premium alcoholic beverages with higher quality ingredients and distinct flavors.

Online Sales and Convenience: E-commerce platforms are playing a growing role in alcoholic beverage sales, offering consumers increased convenience and access.

The Future of India's Alcoholic Beverages Market

The Indian alcoholic beverage market is poised for continued growth, fueled by:

Rising Disposable Income: As disposable incomes increase, consumers are expected to spend more on alcoholic beverages, particularly premium options.

Evolving Preferences: Consumers are becoming more adventurous in their tastes, seeking out new flavors and international brands.

Urbanization and Changing Lifestyles: Rapid urbanization and a shift towards a more Westernized lifestyle will influence consumer preferences and drive market growth.

By staying attuned to evolving trends, capitalizing on the growing demand for premium products, and catering to diverse consumer preferences, the leading alcoholic beverage companies in India are well-positioned to maintain their dominance and shape the future of this dynamic market.

[joygoa]

Romantic Dinner Cruise in Goa: Indulge in an Unforgettable Experience

Are you seeking to add a touch of romance and adventure to your Goa trip? Look no further than a romantic dinner cruise along the picturesque Mandovi River in Panjim. Set against the backdrop of a stunning sunset and the tranquil waters of the river, this experience promises to be a highlight of your visit to Goa.

What to Expect

Embarking on a romantic dinner cruise in Goa offers a unique blend of elegance, relaxation, and entertainment. Picture yourself aboard a luxurious cruise ship, surrounded by enchanting views of the river and the coastline. As you step on board, you’ll be greeted by the soothing sounds of live music, setting the tone for an unforgettable evening.

Inclusions

Your dinner cruise package is inclusive of a delectable meal buffet featuring a wide array of culinary delights. Whether you’re a vegetarian or a non-vegetarian, there’s something to tantalize your taste buds. Indulge in an unlimited feast of savory dishes, complemented by refreshing drinks, including two beers, two whiskies, soft drinks, and juices for non-alcoholic options.

Cruise Itinerary

The cruise sets sail every evening from 9:00 PM to midnight, ensuring you have ample time to enjoy the experience to the fullest. The journey takes you along the serene Mandovi River, offering breathtaking views of the surrounding landscapes. Guests can opt for pickup via AC bus, starting from 6:30 PM to 8:00 PM, or they can arrive via their own vehicle.

Dining Experience

During the cruise, you’ll be treated to a sumptuous dining experience like no other. Feast on a delectable spread of dishes ranging from local delicacies to international favorites. Whether you prefer seafood delights or savory vegetarian dishes, there’s something to please every palate.

Entertainment

As you dine and unwind, immerse yourself in the captivating entertainment onboard. From live music performances to vibrant dance shows, there’s never a dull moment during the cruise. Let the rhythmic beats and melodies transport you to a world of joy and celebration. Additionally, activities such as couple dances and traditional Goan dances are included to enhance your experience.

Additional Activities and Cruise Party

In addition to dining and entertainment, guests can partake in additional activities during the cruise. The three-hour journey is filled with excitement and celebration, culminating in a lively cruise party that lasts until midnight. It’s the perfect opportunity to let loose and create unforgettable memories with your loved ones.

Female Host for Entertainment

To ensure your engagement and enjoyment throughout the evening, a friendly female hostess is present onboard to interact with guests and provide entertainment. Whether you're participating in activities or simply relaxing and taking in the scenery, our hostess is there to make sure you have a memorable experience.

Booking and Pricing

Booking a romantic dinner cruise in Goa is simple and hassle-free. You can reserve your spot online or WhatsApp. Prices typically vary depending on the package you choose and the inclusions offered. Additionally, guests have the option of availing pickup and dropoff services from Baga, Calangute, Arpora, and Candolim for an additional charge of Rs. 100/-, or they can arrive via their own vehicle, with parking available at the departure point.

Reviews and Testimonials

But don't just take our word for it. Here's what some of our delighted customers have to say about their experience with Joy Goa:

"The romantic dinner cruise with Joy Goa was the highlight of our Goa trip. The food was delicious, the entertainment was fantastic, and the views were breathtaking." - Gaurav, Delhi.

"We celebrated our anniversary onboard Joy Goa's dinner cruise, and it exceeded all our expectations. The private table reservation and attentive service made it a truly unforgettable experience." - Swetha, Bengaluru.

FAQs

1. Is transportation included in the dinner cruise package?

Guests have the option to avail pickup and dropoff services for an additional charge of Rs. 100/- or arrive via their own vehicle.

2. Are vegetarian meal options available?

Yes, our meal buffet includes a variety of vegetarian and non-vegetarian options.

3. Is there a dress code for the dinner cruise?

While there is no strict dress code, smart casual attire is recommended.

4. Are alcoholic beverages included in the package?

Yes, a selection of alcoholic beverages is included along with non-alcoholic options.

5. Can I make special arrangements for a celebration or special occasion?

Absolutely! Our team will be happy to assist you in making arrangements to celebrate any special occasion onboard.

Conclusion

Embark on a romantic adventure with Joy Goa's dinner cruise and create memories that will last a lifetime. Indulge in delicious food, captivating entertainment, and breathtaking views as you sail along the Mandovi River in Goa. Book your cruise today and experience the magic of romance on the waters of Goa.

[zerounotvadri]

CAFÉ Y CHOCOLATE FEST anuncia EDICIÓN NAVIDEÑA en el PALACIO DE LA AUTONOMÍA DE LA FUNDACIÓN UNAM, los días 2 Y 3 DE DICIEMBRE, 2023.

Participan más de 60 EXPOSITORES con deliciosos productos artesanales de diversas regiones del país.

LA ENTRADA ES LIBRE y el evento incluye ACTIVIDADES CULTURALES Y LÚDICAS completamente gratis.

Comienza temporada de frío y que mejor que tomar un café o un chocolate calientito.

La buena noticia es que ya viene el CAFÉ Y CHOCOLATE FEST - EDICIÓN NAVIDEÑA,

donde el público podrá conseguir chocolate con alto porcentaje de cacao y el mejor café directo de productores mexicanos que vienen desde Chiapas, Veracruz, Tabasco, Oaxaca, Puebla, Tlaxcala y Estado de México, entre otros estados de la República Mexicana.

Este es el evento ideal para surtirse de café molido, en grano, con diferentes tuestes y categorías. Por supuesto, no pueden faltar las bebidas que se podrán degustar ahí como café late, capuchinos, café de olla, café turco, chocolate espumoso y las tradicionales como el tascalate, chilate, agua de barranca y pozol, además de un gran surtido de tés.

Para los amantes del chocolate es como llegar al paraíso porque habrá miles de chocolates en varias modalidades. Desde la tableta para preparar el chocolate con leche o con agua, barras con chipotle y ajonjolí, con arándanos, taro, chapulines y gusanos de maguey, hasta deliciosas trufas y bombonería de chocolate con rellenos deliciosos y combinaciones exóticas como romero y te verde, naranja con whisky, frutos rojos, queso azul, maracuyá, queso con frambuesa y un largo etcétera. También podrán encontrar deliciosa moka y chocolate untable para rellenar sus pasteles, utilizar en postres ó simplemente para untar en una rebanada de pan.

Esta EDICIÓN NAVIDEÑA tan especial, llega con grandes atractivos como galletas, chocolates, gomitas, panqués y bombonería decorados con motivos de esta bella temporada, ideales para un regalito o para tener en casa y compartir en familia o con nuestros invitados.

El CAFÉ Y CHOCOLATE FEST se ha distinguido por su interesante Programa de Actividades Culturales y Lúdicas con Música en vivo, Catas de Contraste de Café, el Taller Sensorial Emociorama, Chocolatería Literaria, Conferencias y Charlas con contexto cultural sobre la importancia de la semilla de cacao y el grano del café en la alimentación y en actividades de comercio que acostumbraban nuestros antepasados, quienes inclusive utilizaban estos productos como moneda de cambio y también en celebraciones y rituales, por lo que la tradición de las Ceremonias de Cacao estará presente.

Este es un EVENTO GRATUITO y todas las actividades antes mencionadas también son sin costo. La gente que asista solo gastará en las compras que desee hacer de lo que más se le antoje de la vasta oferta de productos de la mano de más de 60 EXPOSITORES.

Un porcentaje de lo que se recaude por la venta de productos será destinado al fondo para el Programa de Becas de la Fundación UNAM.

El CAFÉ Y CHOCOLATE FEST – EDICIÓN NAVIDEÑA está diseñado para pasar gran parte del día en él, por lo que se ha adaptado un Área de Alimentos Preparados para que los asistentes puedan almorzar o comer ahí; todo muy rico, con mucha higiene y muy bien organizado.

Las actividades están programadas en horarios desde que inicia el evento a las 11 AM, hasta el cierre a las 8 PM. La recomendación es que al llegar, se inscriban en la actividad que más les atraiga, ya que son con cupo limitado.

El Café y Chocolate Fest- Edición Navideña se llevará a cabo el Sábado 2 y Domingo 3 de Diciembre en el Palacio de la Autonomía de la Fundación UNAM en el Centro Histórico de la CDMX, calle Lic. Primo de Verdad No. 2 casi esq. con Moneda, justo a dos cuadras de la plancha del Zócalo.

En esta temporada y siendo un evento familiar, no puede faltar Santa Claus, quien visitará la expo para que los niños le entreguen sus cartas y todos los que gusten se puedan tomar la foto.

CAFÉ & CHOCOLATE FEST- EDICIÓN NAVIDEÑA

SÁBADO 2 Y DOMINGO 3 DE DICIEMBRE, 2023.

11 A 20 H.

PALACIO DE LA AUTONOMÍA DE LA FUNDACIÓN UNAM.

Calle Lic. Primo De Verdad No. 2 esq. con Moneda, C.P. 06060, Centro Histórico, CDMX.

-50 Expositores

-Catas, Talleres Sensoriales, Conferencias, Charlas, Chocolaterías literarias, Ceremonias de Cacao, Alimentos preparados, Santa Claus y Música en vivo.

Evento Familiar.

ENTRADA Y ACTIVIDADES CULTURALES SIN COSTO https://www.facebook.com/cafeychocolatefest/ www.facebook.com/fundacion.unam.mx www.fundacionunam.org.mx

@cafeychocolatefest_

@Fundación_UNAM

@Museo_Autonomía

[ofertazos]

@mykonosconceptve Seguimos con las energías al 100% para brindarte la mejor programación rumbera, excelentes promociones y el mejor servicio a orillas de lago Promociones que podrás disfrutar todos los días 👇 Menú ejecutivo 👉 8$ (hasta las 4:00pm) 🍝Pasta Vermicelli con pesto 🍗Pollo ahumado con tocineta 🍖Lomito ahumado con tocineta *MIÉRCOLES 11* 2x1 tequeños $5 ▪️Happy Hours De 12 m a 9 pm 🥃Whisky $45 Buchanan's $40 Old Parr 🍸Mojitos y Caipis $ 1.5 🍻Tobo de Cervezas 10 unid x $8 *JUEVES 12* ▪️Happy Hours De 12 m a 9 pm 🥃Whisky $45 Buchanan's $40 Old Parr Cóctel de bienvenida Gratis para ellas 🍹 🍻Tobo de Cervezas 10 unid x $8 🎤Karaoke 🎧Dj @oficial_djane_enig *VIERNES 13* 🥃Whisky Old Parr $60 Buchanans's $65 🎼Agrupaciónes: @yambu.oficial 🎧Dj @oficial_djane_enig *SABADO 14* 🥃Whisky Old Parr $60 Buchanans's $65 🎼Agrupación: @dannypenaranda 🎧Dj @djgianfranko *Domingo 15* 2x1 tequeños $5 ▪️Happy Hours De 12 m a 9 pm 🥃Whisky $45 Buchanan's $40 Old Parr 🍸Mojitos y Caipis $ 1.5 🍻Tobo de Cervezas 10 unid x $8 Visítanos y disfruta del mejor lugar de Maracaibo #mykomosconcept #maracaibo #lago #restobar #restaurante #rumba #fiesta #promosmaracaibo #promociones (at Maracaibo, Venezuela) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnQRExtOx5u/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jazzruinedmylife-blog]

12/22/22 Thursday

Update diary entries. Short Lyncourt walk.

1:15 PM -- Leave for gig. Storm tomorrow. ‘Once-in-generation.’ Skeptical. Roads okay so far. Snowfall - McLean to Ithaca. Not sticking. 

3 -- Duo w/Stevie Ray D. Kendall - Ithaca. X-mas tunes. Left hand/arm stiff. Stride failure. Back to walking bass, a la McKenna. Food after. Finger stuff. Hummus. Trying to hold back. Once large brownie. 

Heavy rain on drive home. No snow. Stop at Cortland Beer for 2 bottles maple whiskey. 86 bucks. Anna v texts about meeting at Chadwicks, but can’t make it. 

7:30 -- Call w/K. Bonnell re Mare’s klonopin use. Seems concerned. Recommends book. Going to next doctor’s appointment. 

8 -- Addy posts video. Tightens screws. 

10 -- DD. Khaos. Rain. Lexi behind bar. Dead. Carrying maple whisky minis. Taking pulls. Khaos tries. Doesn’t like. “Too strong.” One Wild Turkey & soda. One Wailing Wench. Supplemental mini pulls. Buzzed. Smoke room Schlem chat. Sober up. 

1:15 AM -- Drive home. Mattydale Byrne Dairy for decaf coffee.  

[brunyislandbeds]

What's on North Bruny? 😉 Bruny is effectively two islands – North and South Bruny. The north and south of Bruny Island are quite different. The south is wild, covered in eucalyptus forests and a rugged coastline. On the other hand, the north is rural, with pastures and farms. Most people tend to go to the south, while in the north there are also someplace which you can't miss seeing. Here’s a little of what you’ll find on North Bruny: 🍕 JETTY CAFE & GENERAL STORE Offers gourmet bread, pizzas, cakes, breakfasts and lunches made on the premises using fresh seasonal produce and fresh fish. 🕣 Opening hours vary. Friday 5 pm – 7:30 pm, Saturday 8:30 am – 8 pm, Sunday 8:30 am – 3 pm. 🛣️ 18 Main Road Dennes Point. (03) 6260 6245. 🥃 BRUNY ISLAND HOUSE OF WHISKEY Offers 110 expressions of Tasmanian Single Malts on tasting, purely Tasmanian single malt whiskies, ranging from Rare Limited Releases, Special Editions and Award-winning Tasmanian Single Malts. 🛣️ 360 Lennon Rd. North Bruny (3 km from the ferry terminal) ⛱️ JETTY BEACH Offers safe, sheltered swimming as the water is nice and clear. You can launch boats/kayaks directly from the beach. Mapped out your Bruny Island travel itinerary and check our site for more Bruny Island Guide https://manfield.net.au/explore-bruny-island/ . . . #northbruny #northbrunyisland #brunyislandwild #jettycafebrunyisland #pizza #brunyislandwhiskeyhouse #brunyislandhouseofwhisky #jettybeach #brunyislandholiday #brunyisland #bruny #ManfieldSeasideBrunyIsland #tasmania #tassie #swimmingbeach #australia #travellingtasmania #traveltheworld (at North Bruny Island) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClppTRALOMZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fullmoonandstar]

Stranger - Part 1

Logan x f!reader

Cw:  angst, but Logan is a cutie, reader gets physically threatened, reader has hair long enough to be pulled

Rating: R

Word count: 2.6 k

Summary: You work at a bar and soon seasonal workers will start pouring in. Maybe there is also a someone interesting among them.

AN: I made a *banner*

Working at the bar in this backwater town was only supposed to be a temporary thing until you had enough money to leave. Almost a year ago you started working here but a lot had changed in your life since then. Your boyfriend from college had gotten friendly with one of his colleagues from work and it had left you stranded with the shabby apartment above the bar and a full-time job at said bar. Come to think of it, you had gotten lucky that you did not end up on the street.  

Work was fine. You served drinks, listened to everyone’s problems, and closed up after everyone had left. Around noon you would get up, do your chores and enjoy the rest of the day until it was time to open up again. It was not the worst thing but sometimes you thought about leaving this boring routine. However, you did not have anywhere else to go, and without much money, to your name, it was not like you could just go anywhere you wanted. You would need to find a job and an apartment. That headache was something for another day and that day had not come. 

Summer announced itself with longer days and that meant one thing: seasonal workers. And they were good for business. The local woodworks employed more workers in summer to cut down trees and process them as long as the weather allowed it. Once it started to snow and temperatures fell beneath freezing, the machines rested. The influx of seasonal workers also flooded the bar with new customers and your boss, Karen, had even hired someone to help with the work on the first few nights when hordes of mostly middle-aged men poured in. 

"Oh, you are new. Where is Karen?" 

The young man leaned on the bar and checked you out.

"She’s out back."

"Well, you see” he leaned in more and gave you a conspiratorial look “Karen always gave me a special deal, and maybe-"

"In your dreams, cheap shot," Karen shouted from the door to the backroom.

"Karen!" The man put on a dazzling smile but Karen frowned.

"Shut up, Michael. The usual?"

"Yeah and something for my friend."

Michael’s friend smirked at Karen’s reaction and sat down at the bar. 

"Whisky."

Karen raised an eyebrow and he added: "And a beer, please."

The time between 8 pm and 1 am was one blur of orders, pouring out drinks, counting money, and washing glasses. Karen knew almost all the men that had come out here to work over the summer and she kept them well oiled the whole night. They would start working around 9 am the next day so most left around midnight. 

"We’ll be closing up soon. Do you want a last drink?" you asked the man still sitting at the bar. 

"Yes, I’ll take another beer."

"Sure." 

You filled a glass from the tap and sat it down in front of him. 

"Thanks."

This was a good time to start cleaning up, so you wiped out a cloth. 

"You’re Michael’s friend, right? What’s your name?"

"Logan."

At first, you did not notice but over the summer there had been hints. The trash cans outside the bar had been turned over, Karen had found the door to the office open when no one had been in the building with a key and sometimes you felt like you were being watched but you just did not think anything about it.

The leaves had started to turn yellow and winter was already clawing at the door, which meant it was almost time to say goodbye to the seasonal workers. You had grown fond of their noisy bickering and hearty laughter. It would be a bit lonely over the winter without them. There was however one person you would miss a bit more than the rest. 

"Hey, Logan. The usual?"

"Yes."

Logan gave you a lop-sided smile and sat at his place at the bar. How can this man’s liver take that much this often? He came almost every night and you had yet to see Logan drunk. Even that one night where he had stayed longer and you had had a drink together, you were sure that he had downed at least a bottle of whisky yet he was more present than you had been after of glass. 

"A lot of guys have left already. How long do you have?" you asked in a light-hearted tone but braced yourself for the answer. Was it selfish to not want Logan to leave? Maybe, but it would give you more time to work up the courage to ask him out. 

"Next week." 

He took a swing from his glass and locked eyes with you.

"How long until you leave?"

You regretted telling him about your wish to leave. Yes, you wanted to get out of this town but the wish was not convincing enough for you to get your ass off the ground and take steps towards it. The roof over your head was not pretty but it kept the rain out. Mostly. 

"I don’t know yet."

Logan just grunted in response and sipped on his beer. 

The bar was more relaxed these days but that did not mean you did not have to work and it gave you a good excuse to run away from that conversation. When you came back to Logan’s corner you had forgotten all about it and smiled at him. He did not smile back.

"Is something wrong?"

"A guy in the corner has been watching you all night."

You laughed.

"What? Are you jealous?"

It tried to be a light-hearted joke, but you wanted it to be true way too much to let the words come out easily. Logan was not exactly the type of guy that you had thought you would develop a crush on but you had. Even though he pretended to be aloof and distant, his actions spoke a different language. When you had been sick he bought a chicken and came to your apartment to cook for you. 

"Don’t expect Michelin star cooking," he had said but the soup had been just what you needed. 

The Logan of the present just stared at you with barely hidden concern. 

"Where is this man? Is he handsome?"

"In the corner."

You leaned over the bar as if you were talking intently with Logan but your eyes wandered to the corner and you froze. Your ex had never been at the bar, he was more the fancy wine at a restaurant kind of person but here he was, eyeing you from the far corner. Your gut twisted. It did not feel good to see him and every hair on the back of your neck was standing on edge. 

"You know him." 

You looked back at Logan. In any other situation, you would have been all shy and blushy being this close to him but now you could not appreciate his warm brown eyes. 

"He’s my ex."

"The cheating one?"

"Yeah."

“He doesn’t come often.”

You did not ask how or why he was so certain of that instead you just said “no but it’s a free country.”

As long as you did not have to have a conversation with him he could do whatever he wanted. Logan just snorted and sipped his drink. 

“Can I get a refill?” Asked one man.

“Me too!” Added the woman next to him. 

“I’m on it,” you assured them. With one last glance, a Logan you went back to work. 

He will leave next week. Damn, I should say something, You thought while filling a tall glass with the beer from the tap. Maybe you could get his number and visit where ever he spend his time when he was not here? Sure, you gonna follow another guy to who knows where. Like that worked out amazingly for you last time. That part of you was right, you should go your own way. But did you see that ass? What would I give to see that thing in action? You pushed the thought of Logan’s firm, round behind out of your mind, and tried to finish making all the drinks that people had ordered. 

"I wanted a beer, sweetie, not a whisky." 

"Oh. Sorry, coming right up."

You picked up the glass again when you heard: "I will take that."

Your ex grabbed the glass out of your hand. "Hello, baby."

He smiled as if you were still together, with a familiarity that made you shiver. 

"Don’t call me that."

"Why not?"

"You slept with your co-worker and kicked me out of our apartment." You said in a matter-of-fact kind of tone. The last thing you wanted, was to give this asshole the impression that he had any sort of power over you. 

"I’m taking you back."

Can you believe this son of bitch?

"Well, I am not taking you back."

You were very aware of all the eyes that were on you now. The people at the bar watched the spectacle in silence, this was the most interesting thing that had happened here all summer and no one wanted to miss it. 

The corner of his mouth twitched. The everyone who did not know him, it would look like he was completely unfazed but you knew that he was mortified. He did not say anything as he turned around and left the bar. 

“Well, that was unpleasant.”

The rest of the evening played out much like others before it. The bar emptied past midnight until it was only you, Logan at the bar, and three older men at a table. 

“Last round, Frankie,” you said and Frankie answered as always: “a coffee, please. so my wife doesn’t have to see me drunk.”

The other two men laughed and you left to get him that coffee even though caffeine did not work like that. Frankie lives just a few houses down the street so he would make it home in almost any condition. 

“What about you?”

You threw a glance over your shoulder at Logan.

“I’m good.”

In the end, it was just you and him. 

“You wanna come up for a tea or something?”

“Is that a euphemism?” His eyes twinkled with mischief, not a look you saw very often on him. Part of you really wanted to say that, but the bigger part was panicking because that was not what you meant.

“I.. ehm.. no, it’s just,” you stuttered out and Logan chuckled. “You will leave.”

It came out more sad than you intended it to and the smirk melted off his face. 

“I’ll come up with you.” 

A wide smile broke on your face and you took his last glass. 

“You can go up already. I will just lock up down here.”

You handed him the key and watched him round the bar and exit to the back room where the stairs lead up to your apartment. 

Okay, but he didn’t seem against hooking up. It’s been so long since I has sex and Logan is hot and sweet. 

You wiped the tables and the bar one last time. 

I will miss him.  

The front door creaked and you talked without looking.

“We are closed. Please come back tomorrow.”

“Is that so, bitch?”

A sharp pain exploded in your head as you were yanked back by your hair. 

"No!" you screamed. Cold metal touched your temple.

"Be quiet, cunt, or I will blow your brains out."

Your mind was blank. No clear thought could form over the rushing noise in your ears. You could not breathe anymore. The room was going out of focus. 

A voice. Someone talked and your whole mind pulled itself up from the swirling emotions by the sound of Logan’s words.

"Let her go."

Logan approached slowly from behind the counter. 

"You. What? are you fucking her now?" your ex spat and added with a yank at your hair: "I thought you had better taste."

"Please let me go" you pleaded. 

The next things happened so fast your brain could not catch up for a second. The shot left a ringing in your ear and you watched as Logan’s body fell to the ground. 

"What the fuck did you do, Micheal?" you breathed. He looked just as stunned at the body lying motionless on the ground. His fingers had loosed in shock and you gathered your wits enough to pull free and hid behind a table. Before he could move a metallic clicking made him freeze. 

"You get the fuck out of my bar," Karen growled, shotgun raised and loaded. He held up his hands and back up to the door with the point of the barrel following him there. Outside the door, he ran down the street. 

"Karen, Logan…"

Karen rushed over and you crawled out from under the table towards Logan. The bloody bullet was still embedded in his forehead. Icy cold swept over you and you grabbed his jacket. The thick fabric let his body heat seep through. He is still warm. 

"Logan."

Karen’s hand came to rest on your shoulder and you closed your eyes. It can’t be. He can’t be dead. He was alive just moments ago. Why did you approach him like Logan? A sob bubbled up in your throat but you held it at bay. If you cried now it would become real. This did not happen. 

The groan you heard must be your imagination right? 

"Motherfucker."

Your eyes flew open just as Logan sat up. 

"Logan?"

You grabbed his arm to make sure that he was, in fact, real and not some trick your mind was playing on you. 

"How that fuck..? You were shot in the head!"

"Yeah.."

"You were dead." 

You sobbed. 

"It’s okay. I’m okay."

The thick fabric and his warmth enveloped you as you cried on his chest. 

"How did you survive being shot in the head?" You asked. The shot of whisky burned down your throat. It was Karen who had just poured drinks for all of you that spoke first.

"It’s it obvious, dear? He is one of them."

"Them?"

"Mutants," Logan said. 

Karen showed her shotgun. "Would this work on you?"

"Temporarily."

His tone was too casual for your taste but you were also too exhausted to remark on it. 

"I suggest we all try to catch some Zs and go to the police station tomorrow."

You could not argue with that. The adrenaline high was over and it had sucked all energy out of you. Karen and her shotgun left to lock up the front door. 

“Do you want me to leave?”

Something in his tone told you he was expecting you to send him away, to reject him but right now there was nothing more terrifying than being alone. Not even someone who just came back from the dead. 

“No!” 

Logan’s brow crept up. You sounded more terrified than you liked to admit. 

“Please don’t stay.”

“Okay. Let’s get you to bed.” 

He stood up, coming up next to you, and wrapped your left arm around his neck. If you had not been dead tired and emotionally exhausted you would have taken that as an invitation to kiss him. Logan picked you up as you weighed nothing and with your legs wrapped securely around his middle, he carried you up to your apartment. 

A/N: okay, two stories in one week? Who are you and what have you done to star??

Part 2

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Bad Behavior : Preview

summary : Toji lives a dark unfulfilling life. He works but just enough to keep him afloat, then spends his free time drinking and participating in one-night stands. He doesn't see much of a future until he meets you.

pairing : fushiguro toji x fem!reader

warnings/tags : 18+, alternate universe - office, angst, fluff, smut, eventual romance, alcohol, falling in love.

genre : angst + fluff + smut

word count : 1,863

a/n :  hihi! I am overly excited to share this preview of a series with Toji Fushiguro I’ve been planning for a while now. It’s been something I’ve been drafting on and off and only thought today (December 31), since it’s his birthday, would be the perfect day to give a sneak peek.

Toji is one of my favorite characters – beside’s Itadori because he is an angel sent from above – in the Jujutsu Kaisen series. Personally, I feel like there’s so much depth to his character even though it’s touched on very shortly in the manga series (promise no spoilers for this one). And though some of you may disagree, I certainly sympathize (?!?) and fully understand why he acts the way he does.

this series is an office au and it will be very spicy and juicy – so minor do not interact. I will be taking my time releasing chapters, unfortunately, I won’t have a timeline since I work but I will do my best!

full chapter will be updated in a week!!

please enjoy it, I hope you like it xx

18+ minors dni!!!

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Condemnation. At what cost does the mind forget the daily ritual of self-punishment? Is it once the body has drunk all the rich desires, feeding off every last drop to find the essence of happiness? 

Perhaps for the average man, but not for Toji Fushgurio.

On the contrary, poisoning his mind with stimulants such as alcohol and gambling just reminds him more of that useless entity he embodies. Even the talent he has to undress women he’s said only a couple of words to doesn’t mask the void he feels in his chest. He can’t forget. That is his weakness – his mind in the past and his present only hanging by a thread. There’s not much use for him in this world except for money and maybe the occasional body that he can fuck so he isn’t completely gone. Besides, he doesn’t think he’ll be able to go on much longer.

The darkness in the room surrounds him, only accompanied by a tiny desk lamp illuminating his keyboard. Once again, he’s left alone in the office only in hopes that the overtime he’s giving will bring his check out to a better sum. All he does is work. And sleep.

Work. Drink. Sleep. Wake up. And do it all over again.

It’s all he’s ever done. All he’s ever known since he walked out on his family. Maybe it was the only sane thing he’s done his entire life. Or maybe he wasn’t man enough to own up to being a father. He tries not to think about it. The thoughts only haunt him, clouding his mind of what’s truly important at the moment.

Money. Drinking. Fucking. Sleeping…

He wakes himself up from nodding off at his desk and checks the time. 8:00 pm. It’s still so early even for a weekday night and he hopes his age isn’t wearing him down. He can’t be one of those people that go to bed at 9:00 pm – that wasn’t something he would do. Right about now, he’d be heading to a bar.

So he turns off his computer and scoots out of his desk before turning the lamp off, the only light illuminates from the hall towards the elevators. He grabs his coat and makes his way out of the building. 

He craves the touch of whisky on his lips. Only the good stuff. He likes it neat – nothing but whisky in the glass. The malty flavors dancing on his tongue, the sting of the liquid running down his throat then warming up his chest. One of the best feelings he can have in a day.

The pub, a block down from the office, is his usual spot. He goes enough that he’s met every bartender and doesn’t even need to order when he sits down at the bar. They give him a nod pouring the golden liquid into a crystal glass and Toji licks his lips. Not even an exchange of words – just the way Toji likes it. 

He takes a swig of the smokey liquor, his eyes lighting up at the ingestion of what can only give him peace of mind. Too bad he can’t just sit here forever, sulking in existence, but down the bar, in his peripheral, a woman sits drinking alone. She’s chugging back a pint of beer, looking unusually rough, like she’s had a tough day. As she puts down the glass on the bar, she doesn’t look half bad – not quite his type but she will do. Slamming back the rest of the whiskey, he stands up walking towards the woman. She looks a bit startled by his appearance, something that brings a sparkle to his eyes as he pulls the barstool out.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Toji asks, sitting down next to the woman. Her lips slightly upturned to a smile to the offer and nods with a ‘sure.’

Everything after that goes quite fast for Toji. He doesn’t really remember the small talk they exchanged before both leaving the bar after a few drinks. All he remember’s is her offering to go to her place and getting a cab to her apartment that was halfway across the city. Boy, her cunt better be worth it, he thinks to himself. And it was – to a point, though she did a good job sucking him off beforehand. When it was his turn, he tortured her clit just until she was about to come undone, but before she does, he grabbed his cock and puts it inside her, a hiss exhaling past his teeth. The sex is quick as she hasn’t been one of his favorites, but he would be stooping fairly low to admit he had one. He has no right to. 

He snarls out a low groan as he follows to his peak, finishing inside the stranger with his fingers almost bruising her hips. A euphoric sensation fills his mind, much better than any glass of whisky. Pulling out, he lays beside her on the bed, his mind high off the toxic dopamine. His chest is heaving as the woman curls up beside him, arm draped across his chest and he can feel her starting to drift away into slumber.

Toji remains awake, waiting. Waiting for the moment she’s in a deep sleep, so much so that he can pry himself away from her affection and leave. And he does without a peep, doubtful he will ever see her again.

All is quiet in the city as the winter chill tries to bluster through his jacket sobering him up. He walks down the street taking out a cigarette, striking a light to inhale the toxins. It’s about 2:00 AM now and he has to remind himself that he has to go to work in 6 hours. It’s too late for another drink, and it’s too late to wander around the city. Plus, it’s unfathomably freezing and he needs to get back to his place.

Spotting a cab, he calls it over, taking out his personal ashtray to put out the cigarette. This was the part he always hated the most, the trek back home, wishing he could snap his fingers and be in his bed. It was also always a pain to pay for his drinks, pay for someone else's drinks, pay for the cab to their place and then pay for the cab back to his place. He isn’t made of money. Though sometimes he wishes he was.

His place is old and unkempt with the paint on the wall peeling and a mess on the floor making it difficult to find your footing where ever he steps. The growing pile of garbage, the atrocious stench first smelled upon walking in. It’s clear that Toji doesn’t care. And why would he when he has nothing left to lose?

Upon entering his apartment, his intoxication faded, his hormones settled, and he starts to feel the pressure building in his chest. The never-ending cycle persists with the company of his own thoughts and they just wouldn’t shut up. The constant reminder of his unremorseful indecency, his immoral transactions and exchanges. There wasn’t a question – he knew he was a bad guy. But at least he could still sleep at night

Another day breaks and another unsatisfying day at the office to temporarily distract Toji. Honing in on a project that he could by far care the least about, but he knows if he does well, a pay-grade could potentially be talked about.

“Yo, Fushiguro,” a voice calls out forcing Toji to look up from his work. His co-worker, Shiu Kong, approaches him with a smile – ​​an average build adult man with short spiked black hair and a thin mustache. “Heard you stayed here late last night. The director seems to be quite impressed.”

“I could care less what the director thinks,” Toji mumbles. “You know what I am here for.”

“Power? Your own office to complete your ‘private’ meetings?” Kong replies with a laugh, only to watch Toji continue typing. “C'mon Fushiguro, you’ve always been the same since I met you, you never change.”

“Likewise,” Toji jokes before watching a bunch of co-workers run across the room to the hallway leading to the elevators. “What’s gotten into them?”

“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Kong asks. “They’ve hired someone new in HR.”

“Can’t seem to keep them for more than a month?”

“I suppose, but rumor is she’s a smoke show.”

Toji raises an eyebrow as a commotion at the front causes everyone to burst, running back to their desks. The entire office is silent as a hushed ding sounds, declaring the elevator has arrived. The clack of heels hits the floor as low chatter sounds in the background. Toji and Kong wait as the sound of heels comes closer, unsure what to expect. A tension fills the room until the voices reveal two familiar faces that were late for work. 

Kong snickers, “Guess we won’t know.”

Toji returns back to his work, unamused. Rumors like that always happen here and it ends up being some deranged old man. It’s obvious people just like to talk, it’s the most exciting thing for people who work here. And yet, part of him hoped that the rumor was true.

He’s working late again and he’s the only one in the office. He can feel the end of the project just at the tip of his finger while he’s typing, but it’s a Friday evening and he’s run out of motivation. He sighs tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling. 

“I need a drink,” he says before turning his desk lamp off, putting on his coat. He nonchalantly walks to the elevator and pushes the button whilst thinking about ending the week with a more expensive whisky, and maybe hitting up a club instead.

“Good evening,” a soft voice sounds breaking Toji away from his thoughts. 

He looks beside him and he sees you. He’s never seen you around the office before and wonders how he hasn’t. There’s a slight pout on your lips and your brows furrow into a frown. He’s caught between thinking you’re just trying to look intimidating or you’re actually in an unpleasant mood. 

“Hasn’t your mother taught you it’s rude to stare,” you say sensing his gaze, eyes still looking forward.

“Bold of you to assume I actually have a healthy relationship with my family,” he replies. He’s a bit put off by your comment but doesn’t really mind the tenacity behind your words.

You turn your stare to Toji, looking him straight into him.

“Sorry, I didn’t get a good look at you, you have family trauma written all over,” you exclaim flatly. When he doesn’t reply, you let out a little chuckle. “I’m kidding, you know.”

He only lets out a scoff. “You should probably work on your tone.”

“I’ve been told that all my life and seems like I’ve never changed.”

The elevator dings, announcing its arrival and you take a step towards the lift, Toji following a few steps behind. Both standing silently in the elevator, he finds himself being at a loss of words.