#martini

[fullcravings]

Espresso Martini Cookies

[cherryfyre]

It started as a harmless group hangout at the country club pool, with everyone lounging under umbrellas or diving into the cool water. Martini!Reader had purposefully dressed to catch attention, donning a flirty sundress and oversized sunglasses as if she had no idea she was walking into a battlefield. She wasn’t oblivious to the looks the other Kooks gave her—the girls whispering behind their drinks and the guys throwing lingering glances her way.

Rafe, shirtless and lazily sprawled on a pool chair with a beer in hand, watched her like a hawk. He couldn’t figure her out, and that infuriated him. Martini!Reader knew this, of course, and decided to add some fuel to the fire.

She made her way to Topper, who was telling some ridiculous story about his latest hookup. Giggling like she was genuinely interested, she leaned in close, resting a delicate hand on his forearm. Topper, ever the charmer, leaned into her space, flashing his cocky grin.

Rafe sat up straighter, the edge of his beer can crumpling slightly in his grip. He wasn’t sure what irritated him more: the way Topper was eating up her attention or how easily she gave it.

Martini!Reader glanced over, catching Rafe’s glare. Perfect. She laughed a little louder, brushing her hair off her shoulder in a way that practically dared him to come over.

And, of course, he did.

Rafe strode across the patio, sunglasses pushed onto his head and his jaw set. Topper noticed him approaching first and stepped back instinctively, mumbling something about needing a drink. Martini!Reader tilted her head innocently as Rafe stopped in front of her.

“Having fun?” he asked, his tone calm but sharp.

She shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. “I was. Topper was just telling me the funniest story—”

“Yeah, I’m sure he was.” His voice cut her off, his blue eyes narrowing. “Come here.”

He didn’t wait for her to respond, gently gripping her wrist and pulling her away from the crowd toward a quieter corner near the cabanas. She didn’t resist, more amused than anything, but made a show of pouting.

“What’s the problem, Rafe?” she asked, crossing her arms when he let her go.

His eyes locked onto hers, his jaw clenching for a moment before he spoke. “What are you doing?”

“Talking to your friend. Is that a crime?” she said with a smirk, but her voice carried just enough edge to keep him on his toes.

“You know what I mean,” he said, stepping closer. “You think I didn’t notice the way you were leaning all over him?”

She tilted her head, feigning confusion. “Jealous, are we?”

Rafe let out a dry laugh, running a hand through his sun-bleached hair. “You wish.” He stepped even closer, his voice dropping low enough that only she could hear. “I don’t like games, sweetheart. If you want to mess with me, fine. But leave my friends out of it.”

Martini!Reader raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a small smile. “You’re awfully protective for someone who claims not to care.”

For a moment, his expression softened, his irritation giving way to something more vulnerable. But he masked it quickly, leaning down until they were almost nose-to-nose. “Just stop,” he said firmly. “Because trust me, you don’t want to see what happens when I get serious.”

Her breath hitched, and she hated the way her pulse quickened under his gaze. But she wasn’t about to let him win. She stepped back, putting on her best devil-may-care grin.

“Relax, Rafe,” she said breezily. “I’m just having a little fun.”

As she turned and walked away, her heart was racing. She could feel his eyes on her, and she knew she’d gotten under his skin. What she didn’t expect was how much he was starting to get under hers.

[noahverrier]

My oil painting of Martini and Uncrustable

[retrogamingblog2]

you've heard of elf on a shelf, but are you ready for

Artwork by Katie Clark

[animeglitch]

[msterpicasso]

@chayneashley

[doweesig]

Olive 🫒 & Martini 🍸

This movie will always my childhood favorite Christmas movie ❤️💚

[dozydawn]

[retropopcult]

vintage cocktails from a 1946 Esquire magazine article, "This Is the Way to Make Your Favorite Drinks"

[catsofyore]

Her yelp review is going to incinerate this place. 1940. Source.

[justcarz]

[cherryfyre]

5 Ways Sarah Cameron Used Rafe To Change Your Mind

For the ladies in the back !! @lovinqbella 🥂🥂

1. Convincing You to Attend a Party

You stood in Sarah’s room, arms crossed, shaking your head. “No way. I’m not going to that party. It’s just going to be a mess of drunk people and bad music.”

Sarah groaned, flopping dramatically onto her bed. “You’re impossible. It’s one party, and everyone’s going to be there.”

“Exactly my point,” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

She glanced at her phone and suddenly smirked. “Fine, don’t go. But you know who is going?”

“I don’t care,” you said quickly, but the way she raised her brows in response made your stomach twist.

“Rafe’s going,” she said, casually scrolling. “And honestly, he doesn’t go to these things that often anymore. Kinda weird, actually.”

You hesitated, looking out her window like you could avoid the conversation altogether. “That’s… irrelevant.”

Sarah grinned. “Is it? Because last time I checked, you two had been getting along pretty well. I’m just saying, he asked if you were coming.”

Before you could respond, her bedroom door creaked open. Rafe leaned against the frame, one hand tucked into the pocket of his hoodie. “You coming or not?”

His blue eyes locked on yours, unreadable, though there was a flicker of something—expectation, maybe—that made your heart skip.

“I haven’t decided,” you said, standing straighter.

Rafe smirked, tilting his head slightly. “Sounds like a yes to me. I’ll see you there.” He turned and walked away, leaving you with a stunned expression and Sarah grinning like she’d won.

2. Persuading You to Go on a Group Hike

“Nope. Not happening,” you said, firmly tying your sneaker and standing up.

Sarah frowned. “Why not? It’ll be fun! Fresh air, great views, all that stuff.”

You gave her a pointed look. “It’s a hike. You know I don’t do bugs, dirt, or sweating unless absolutely necessary.”

Sarah sighed, tapping her phone against her palm thoughtfully. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to tell Rafe you bailed.”

You blinked. “Rafe?”

“Yeah, he’s coming. Said he wanted to get out of the house. Weird, right? Anyway, he’s probably going to make fun of you for being scared of a little exercise, but I’ll tell him you had a good excuse.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’m not scared. I just don’t see the point.”

Sarah smirked. “Sure. Tell that to him when he asks where you are.”

An hour later, you were trailing behind the group, muttering under your breath about Sarah’s manipulation. Rafe slowed his pace until he was walking beside you, his tanned arm brushing yours.

“Not so bad, right?” he asked, glancing at you with a slight grin.

You huffed. “I wouldn’t call this fun.”

“Guess you just need better company,” he replied, his voice low and teasing.

You shot him a look, but the warmth of his smile made the dirt path seem a little less annoying.

3. Convincing You to Go Paddleboarding

“No, Sarah. I’m not getting on a paddleboard,” you said firmly, eyeing the glistening water of the cove.

Sarah grinned mischievously. “You say that like you’ve tried it before.”

“Because I don’t have to try it to know I’ll fall flat on my face,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“Not if someone’s there to help you balance,” she said casually, glancing behind you. Before you could ask what she meant, a low voice interrupted.

“Scared of water or just bad at sports?”

You turned to see Rafe leaning against the dock post, his hair tousled from the wind and a smirk tugging at his lips. He was shirtless, his tan skin catching the sun, and you suddenly found it difficult to form a response.

“I’m not scared,” you muttered, though your pulse betrayed you.

“Good,” Rafe said, stepping closer. “Because I’m not about to let you drown. Come on, I’ll even hold the board steady for you.”

Sarah nudged you with her elbow. “See? Easy solution.”

Fifteen minutes later, you were wobbling on the board, Rafe’s hands steady on your ankles. “Relax,” he said, his voice low and calm. “You’re overthinking it.”

His eyes met yours briefly, and for a moment, you forgot all about the water beneath you.

4. Persuading You to Go for a Late-Night Drive

“I’m not getting in a car with Rafe,” you said, glaring at Sarah.

“Why not? It’s just a drive,” she replied, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“You mean with your brother who drives like a maniac?”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “He’s not that bad. Plus, he said he’s going to the lookout, and you love it there.”

You hesitated. The lookout was your favorite spot, but…

Before you could argue further, headlights illuminated the driveway, and Rafe’s truck pulled up. He leaned out the window, his arm resting casually on the doorframe. “You coming or what?”

You glanced at Sarah, who gave you a knowing look, and reluctantly got in.

The drive was surprisingly quiet, the hum of the engine filling the space. When you reached the lookout, the stars seemed impossibly bright.

“You always this stubborn?” Rafe asked, leaning back against the hood of the truck.

“Only when I have a reason to be,” you shot back, but your tone lacked its usual bite.

“Noted,” he said, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary.

5. Persuading You to Help Fix the Dock

“You’re kidding, right?” you said, staring at the pile of wooden planks and tools. “I don’t know the first thing about fixing a dock.”

Sarah shrugged. “Neither do I, but Rafe does. And he said he could use an extra set of hands.”

“Why don’t you help him then?” you shot back.

“I have other plans,” she said, already backing away. “But you? You’d be perfect for the job.”

Before you could argue, Rafe appeared, carrying a toolbox. He glanced between you and Sarah, his expression unreadable. “You staying to help?”

You sighed. “Apparently.”

He smirked. “Didn’t think you’d be the type to get your hands dirty.”

“I’m full of surprises,” you replied, grabbing a hammer.

As the afternoon wore on, you found yourself laughing more than you expected. Rafe’s sleeves were rolled up, sawdust clinging to his skin, and the way he occasionally glanced at you—like he was trying to figure you out—left you feeling strangely flustered.

When the dock was finally finished, he leaned against a post, watching the sunset. “Not bad for a rookie,” he said, his tone teasing but soft.

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in his gaze made it hard to argue.

[nerdyperday]

Day 2968 Crosstober 29: Roxie Richter as Roxy Lalonde

[roughridingrednecks]

Martini in PA

[yamatar0]

[fullcravings]

Toasted Marshmallow Espresso Martini