#mocktail & cocktail glasses

[carouselcometh]

The Glass Coffin Mocktail! In honor of my most beloved and favorite Saw trap 5ever :)

[justabasicgirl]

ideal version of pinkity drinkity

[graveyardfullofstars]

[thedecorcircle24]

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[thebowltender]

on the hard days catch me on the couch sippin juice in a wineglass. just me and my juice. and a wineglass.

[downtoearthmarkets]

Tis the season to eat, drink and be merry, with plenty of occasions to raise a glass of good cheer before we make our resolutions and flip the calendar. This year, December 25th is not only a celebration of Christmas but also heralds the start of Hanukkah which falls late in 2024 and begins at sundown with the lighting of the first candle in the Menorah. Then, without skipping a beat, New Year’s Eve follows hot on the heels less than a week later. So, to avoid finding yourself empty handed over the holidays, here are some suggestions for festive libations that are just as tasty spiked with locally distilled spirits as they are served zero proof.

Christmas Cocktails 🎄 Nothing embodies Christmastime quite like a warming mug of fragrantly spiced, homemade eggnog. Eggnog originated from an early medieval British drink called posset that was made with hot milk curdled with wine or ale and flavored with nutmeg and cinnamon. By the 13th century, monks were adding eggs and figs to the hearty concoction which was often used as a cold and flu remedy. Because eggs, milk and sherry were scarce and expensive, drinking eggnog was a luxury reserved for the elite who used it in toasts to prosperity and good health.

Eggnog crossed the pond along with English settlers where it first made its appearance in the 1700s. In the colonies, eggs, cream and rum distilled from Caribbean molasses were plentiful and the drink became more widely consumed. Eggnog was particularly popular during yuletide because of its warm temperature and the addition of spices like cinnamon, nutmeg and vanilla bean that evoke the winter season.

This festive and flavorful eggnog recipe is easy to make at home using fresh, local ingredients from the farmers market. Adding a dash of booze is entirely optional and can be skipped altogether so your holiday nog can be enjoyed by everyone.

Ingredients:

2 cups Goodness Dairy whole milk

6 SOVA Farms large egg yolks

3 whole cloves

2 tbsp + 1 tsp pure vanilla extract, divided

1 tsp ground cinnamon

3⁄4 tsp ground fresh nutmeg, plus more for garnishing individual glasses

1 pinch kosher salt

3⁄4 cup sugar

1 1⁄4 cup light rum (optional)

1⁄4 cup Coopers Daughter Spirits Black Walnut Liqueur (optional)

2 cups half-and-half

1 cup heavy cream

Chanukah Cheer 🕎 Hanukkah, also known as the Festival of Lights, celebrates the rededication of the Temple in Jerusalem in the 2nd century BCE, after the Maccabees–a small group of Jewish rebels–liberated it from occupying foreign forces. When the Jewish resistance fighters entered the Temple, they sought to relight the Temple’s menorah but found only enough oil to keep it lit for one night. Miraculously, the menorah stayed aflame for eight days and nights which was seen as a sign from God.

Olive oil was the fuel used by the ancient Israelites to light the menorah and is still the preferred oil for use in the menorah during Hanukkah today. During the holiday, food fried in oil such as potato latkes and Sufganiyot (jelly filled donuts) are eaten to commemorate and symbolize the Hanukkah miracle.

Another fun way to incorporate the story of Hanukkah into your celebratory treats is to use it in festive, holiday drinks. Adding olive oil into cocktails will give them a bright, peppery flavor, silky mouthfeel and lusciously smooth texture. There are several creative mixology recipes to try, but you can never go wrong with a classic martini. This recipe lets the olive oil shine through using an infusion technique known as fat-washing:

Geoffrey Zakarian Olive Oil Martini:

One 750-milliliter bottle of Coopers Daughter Spirits vodka or non-alcoholic spirit substitute

4 ounces Arlotta Food Studio extra virgin olive oil

2 sprigs fresh thyme from the farmstalls

Dash dry vermouth

3-5 shakes LabelMaker Drinks Tuscan Tears bitters

2 pitted Dr. Pickle green olives plus ½-ounce Dr. Pickle olive brine

If you prefer to save time by skipping the fat-washing prep, this olive oil martini can be whipped up on the spot in under two minutes.

New Year’s Nectar 🥂 The tradition of drinking champagne on New Year's dates back to the 17th century when wealthy French citizens would pop open a bottle of this sparkling wine as a symbol of prosperity. Toasting the ball drop at midnight with a glass of bubbly gets even tastier with the addition of locally pressed apple cider and a cinnamon sugar rim for fun farm-to-flute flavor:

Instructions:

Fill a shallow plate with cinnamon sugar (1 cup granulated sugar mixed with 1 tbsp cinnamon) and dip each rim of glass in water, then in cinnamon sugar mixture to coat. 

Pour each glass 1/2 full of Locust Grove Fruit Farm or Orchards of Concklin chilled apple cider and top with champagne, prosecco or non-alcoholic sparkling wine. 

Chink your glasses together and enjoy!

We hope these locally inspired libations add a dash of festive freshness to your upcoming holiday celebrations! Many cheers to that and we look forward to seeing you at the farmers market this weekend.

[blackcarrot]

Best Glass Sets For Your Mocktail and Cocktail Recipes That Make Your Guests Amazed.

Are you ready to shake (and stir) things up at your next party? Look no further! BlackCarrot, India’s premium D2C dinnerware brand, brings you 10 mouth-watering cocktail and mocktail recipes to impress your friends and family. Pair these refreshing drinks with our stunning glassware sets, designed to elevate your entertaining experience.

Essential Glassware for the Perfect Party

Before we dive into the recipes, make sure you’re equipped with the right glassware. BlackCarrot’s extensive range includes:

Water Glass Set: Perfect for serving refreshing infused water or flavored sparkling water.

Juice Glass Set: Ideal for juice, spritzers, or fruity mocktails.

Beer Glasses: Crafted for the perfect pint.

Cocktail Glasses: Elegant and sophisticated for your signature cocktails.

Wine Glasses (Red and White): Designed to bring out the full flavor and aroma of your favorite wines.

Whiskey Glasses: Tailored for sipping fine whiskey.

10 Refreshing Recipes to Try

Here are 10 delicious cocktail and mocktail recipes to get your party started:

Cranberry Spritzer Mocktail

2 cups cranberry juice

1 cup sparkling water

Lime wheel (garnish)

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Juice Glass Set

Classic Mojito Cocktail

2 oz white rum

1 oz lime juice

1 oz mint syrup

Soda water

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Cocktail Glasses

Virgin Mojito Mocktail

2 cups mint syrup

1 cup lime juice

2 cups soda water

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Water Glass Set

Pimm’s Cup Cocktail

1 oz Pimm’s №1

1 oz lemonade

Cucumber slice (garnish)

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Cocktail Glasses

Strawberry Basil Martini Cocktail

2 oz vodka

1 oz strawberry puree

1 oz basil syrup

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Cocktail Glasses

Mango Lassi Mocktail

2 cups yogurt

1 cup mango puree

1 cup sparkling water

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Juice Glass Set

Gin and Tonic Cocktail

1 oz gin

4 oz tonic water

Lime wheel (garnish)

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Cocktail Glasses

Cucumber Lime Refresher Mocktail

2 cups cucumber juice

1 cup lime juice

2 cups soda water

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Water Glass Set

Red Wine Sangria Cocktail

1 bottle red wine

1 cup mixed fruit

1 cup sparkling water

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Red Wine Glasses

Whiskey Sour Cocktail

2 oz whiskey

3/4 oz lemon juice

1/2 oz simple syrup

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Whiskey Glasses

Conclusion:

With BlackCarrot’s exquisite glassware and these 10 refreshing cocktail and mocktail recipes, you’ll be the host with the most. Elevate your party game and create unforgettable memories with your loved ones.

[orchid02]

Dinex | Every Toast with Vicrila Glassware – Where Elegance Meets Exceptional Craftsmanship

Our luxury restaurant glassware by Vicrila is hand crafted with precision and imported from Spain, is more than just functional; it embodies sophistication. This imported glassware is designed to enhance every sip, whether you need restaurant drinking glasses,bar glasses or you're serving fine wines, craft beers, or artisanal cocktails. Choose Orchid Dinex for branded glassware brilliance that not only meets but exceeds your expectations.

[xuchiya]

"how the ice melts" || song mingi || ice on my teeth (+18 mafia) ||

| genre: mafia! mingi x shybartender! reader | mentions: cursing. creampie. public fuck. using ice. unprotected (tap it up!).

You were still new to your job, adjusting to the hustle and bustle of serving customers. Your primary responsibility was to deliver orders to their tables—when luck was on your side, customers opted to wait at the counter instead. But tonight, luck wasn’t on your side.

“Hey, you okay handling a few more on your own? I need a break.”

Your heart sank at the words. One of your colleagues was already removing her apron, heading toward the back. You couldn’t argue—she’d been working tirelessly since morning, skipping her noon break. Now that it was past ten, she deserved the rest she needed.

You forced a smile and nodded. “Sure, take your time.”

Regret settled in immediately, but you couldn’t take it back.

As the night dragged on and midnight approached, the café had quieted. You were wiping down the counter when the screech of high chairs being pulled across the marble floor caught your attention.

Looking up, your breath hitched. This time, your heart didn’t just sink—it quickened. Standing there was a man removing a long black coat, revealing a partially unbuttoned silk shirt. His toned chest peeked through, adorned with a silver necklace that glinted under the soft lights.

You quickly looked away, pretending to focus on cleaning as your hands trembled slightly.

“I-Is there something you’d like, sir?” you asked, your voice unsteady. Usually, handling customers like him wasn’t your task—it was your colleague’s. But she still hadn’t returned after nearly two hours.

He glanced up from his phone, briefly scanning the menu beside him. “I’ll have the mocktail lava,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “And some ice, please.”

Nodding quickly, you grabbed a small silver tray with a bucket of ice and tongs, setting it before him. You then moved to prepare his drink, pulling out a cocktail glass while trying to steady your shaking hands.

What happened next, though, made you freeze.

Instead of using the tongs, the man reached into the bucket with his bare hand, grabbing an ice cube. You stared, dumbfounded, as he let it rest in his palm, the ice quickly melting. Water dripped down his large hand, pooling on the marble counter.

You couldn’t help but gawk. How could he just hold the ice like that? You remembered the numbing pain you’d felt the last time you tried holding ice barehanded—it hadn’t lasted more than a few seconds before you had to drop it.

“It’s not painful,” the man murmured, breaking your thoughts.

You squeaked in surprise, realizing you’d been caught staring. Quickly, you turned back to your task, pretending to be busy as heat rushed to your cheeks.

The man chuckled, the sound deep and amused. “It’s not as painful as you think,” he continued, his voice softer now. “It’s… soothing.”

Despite yourself, you stole another glance at him, watching as the last of the ice melted in his hand, water slipping through his fingers. His calm, almost serene expression intrigued you. You didn’t respond, choosing instead to focus on finishing his drink, though his words lingered in your mind.

“Here .. sir.” You slide the drink smoothly towards him before you turn around busy yourself with anything that would distract your awful mind and pulsating dripping pussy.

The low hum of the room was broken only by the clinking of glasses. Mingi sat at the head of the polished table, his broad frame exuding authority. His sharp suit was a stark contrast to the nervous energy of the man sitting across from him, who was fiddling with his tie.

“You said you’d meet my terms,” Mingi began, his voice calm but heavy, like the rumble of a storm in the distance. His eyes were cold, locked on the man who dared to break his word.

“I understand, Mr. Song,” the man stammered, wiping sweat from his brow. “But you have to see—these conditions are—well, they’re a bit... restrictive. Perhaps if we adjusted the percentage slightly, I could—”

Mingi raised a hand, silencing him. The room seemed to grow quieter, the air heavier. “Restrictive?” he repeated, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table. “I gave you an opportunity to walk away with a fair deal. Now you’re telling me you want more?”

The man swallowed hard but pressed on, his desperation palpable. “It’s not about wanting more. It’s just... the risks involved, they’re significant. If you could consider increasing your offer by just five percent—”

“Five percent?” Mingi’s voice dropped an octave, his tone sharp as a blade. He leaned back, drumming his fingers on the table. “You’re asking for five percent more when you haven’t delivered on a single promise?”

The man hesitated, his bravado wavering under Mingi’s unwavering gaze. “I just—look, we can still make this work. If you’re willing to—”

Mingi’s fist came down on the table, the sound echoing through the room. “Enough.” His voice cut through the air like thunder. “You come into my space, waste my time, and then try to change the terms? Do you think I’m running a charity?”

The man flinched, his face pale. “N-No, sir. Of course not, I just—”

“You just underestimated me.” Mingi rose to his feet, towering over the man, who shrank back into his chair. “Here’s how this ends: you meet my original terms, or the deal is off. No renegotiations. No second chances.”

The man’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but he nodded quickly, his voice barely a whisper. “Understood, Mr. Song.”

Mingi stared him down for a moment longer before sitting back down, his composure returning like a mask slipping into place. “Good. Then we’re done here.”

Without another word, Mingi signaled for his assistant, who escorted the trembling man out. As the door closed behind them, Mingi picked up his glass, swirling the amber liquid inside before taking a slow sip. His jaw tightened as he muttered to himself, “Amateurs.”

Wooyoung arrived just as Mingi’s assistant escorted the man out, frustration still etched into Mingi’s features. The younger man whistled as he stepped inside, his sharp eyes immediately picking up on the tense atmosphere.

“Not good?” Wooyoung asked, his tone casual as he surveyed the room.

Mingi leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening as he let out a deep sigh. “Waste of time,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “Tried to push higher bids, but none of it added up. Can’t believe I even entertained that.”

Wooyoung smirked, unfazed. “Classic,” he quipped, his arm sliding effortlessly around the waist of a woman who trailed in after him. She clung to him, laughing softly, her hands tracing patterns over his chest as if the room was theirs alone.

Mingi clicked his tongue, his frustration morphing into irritation at the scene. “Yah, Woo,” he snapped, his voice carrying the weight of his authority. “If you’re gonna do that here, at least take it somewhere else. I don’t need to watch you—”

The door opened before he could finish, drawing his attention away. You walked in, balancing a tray of drinks with practiced ease. The soft click of your heels against the polished floor echoed faintly as you entered, your head held high despite the noise and energy of the room.

Your uniform skirt swayed just above your knees, complemented by sleek black leggings that accentuate your figure. The crisp white button-up shirt you wore hinted at lace beneath, an unintentional tease that didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi.

You paused briefly at the sight of Wooyoung and his companion. With a barely audible sigh, you set the tray down with precision, casting a quick glance at the pair before looking away yet a blushed was evident on your cheeks.

Mingi’s sharp eyes followed your every movement, his irritation ebbing into something else entirely. A smirk crept onto his lips, slow and deliberate, as he leaned back in his chair, the tension in his body shifting into a predatory calm. You hadn’t even looked his way yet, but he was already captivated.

An hour later, your co-worker returned, looking slightly disheveled. You didn’t comment—she probably managed to sneak in a nap during her extended break. With a tired smile, you handed her the apron and returned to your usual spot at the counter.

It was the same spot where he had been sitting earlier, though now, to your dismay, he’d moved to one of the VIP sectors. You didn’t know which one, but a part of you couldn’t help wishing he’d stayed there for the rest of your shift.

“Hey, Sector 1 order is ready,” your co-worker called, balancing a tray of drinks before setting it down on the counter.

You nodded, propping the tray on one hand as you made your way toward the VIP area. The bouncer stationed at the door gave you a quick once-over before stepping aside to let you through.

What you saw next made your stomach flip. 

Right in front of you, a woman—barely dressed, her tight dress slipping dangerously low—sat straddled on a man’s lap. Their mouths were locked in a heated, messy kiss, completely oblivious to their surroundings. Your instincts screamed at you to avert your eyes, and you did, lowering your gaze immediately as your cheeks burned with embarrassment. You stepped forward hesitantly, balancing the tray as you placed the cocktails and wine on the table.

But then, a familiar voice broke through the tension.

“Ice, baby, can you bring me another bucket?”

Your head snapped up at the sound, and there he was. The man from earlier, lounging casually on a plush velvet couch. His posture was relaxed, legs slightly spread, the leather of his pants taut against his thighs in a way that made you swallow hard. He was still fidgeting with a melting ice cube in his hand, the droplets glistening against his skin.

He caught your gaze, his smirk growing as if he knew exactly what effect he had on you.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” he added, his voice teasing, yet commanding enough to send a shiver down your spine. You nodded stiffly, your heart pounding as you quickly turned to retrieve the bucket. All the while, you could feel his eyes following your retreat, the weight of his attention lingering long after you’d left the room.

When you return, the couple that were messily making out are gone and so is the bouncer. Which makes you confused yet you shake it off as it is not your business and place the bucket of ice beside the other drinks.

“Icy,” the man drawled, his voice low and deliberate. Your head turned in his direction, finding him still lounging comfortably, one ankle lazily draped over his knee. His sharp eyes locked on yours as he leaned forward, the movement deliberate and commanding.

You swallowed hard, nerves fluttering in your chest as you instinctively stepped closer. Mingi leaned back slightly, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he extended a hand toward you, palm up.

“Give me your hand,” he said, his tone both inviting and teasing.

Confused but too caught up in the moment to question him, you slowly extended your hand. His fingers brushed against yours as he took a single ice cube from the bucket and placed it gently in your palm.

A soft gasp escaped your lips at the sudden chill, the ice burning in its intensity as it met your skin. Your hand instinctively twitched, but his gaze held you in place, the corner of his mouth curling upward as though he found your reaction amusing. He moved the ice around your palm, “It is not as painful as you think it is. It’s normal for a body to react to anything.”

The soft noises you made seemed to stir something deep within Mingi. He sighed, tossing the ice to the side as he rose to his full height. The sheer size of him overshadowed your figure, and you found yourself tilting your head upward to meet his intense, hooded gaze.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached for a fresh piece of ice from the bucket, his movements deliberate and measured. “Open,” he commanded, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes widened at the unexpected instruction, but the gentle grip of his fingers on your chin coaxed you to comply. His thumb brushed over your lips as he carefully placed the ice cube between them, his touch leaving a fleeting warmth against your skin.

The coolness of the ice was sharp against your tongue, but it was the weight of his gaze that made your breath hitch. Mingi's jaw tensed, a subtle reaction that betrayed the growing tension as his eyes lingered on you.

“When it melts,” he murmured, his voice a whisper that seemed to reverberate through you, “tell me.”

The bucket of ice is almost half empty yet Mingi isn’t finished yet as he grabs another ice cube and places them in your mouth. The ice cube holds in your loud moans as you rock back and forth, the water dripping out the corner of your lips, down to your chin and rolls down on your neck disappearing between the valley of your breast. Your grip on the couch tightens and so does your hole clenching tightly around his cock, a white ring already forming around the base. 

“Fuck~” He groans as his grip on your hips tightens as Mingi took an ice cube, and holds it against your already numb and glistening pussy. You squirm, moving back which makes Mingi hiss as he runs it up to your clothed tits. The coldness penetrated through and it made your nipples hard, grazing on your clothes painfully. As bold as you were right now, you reach over to your uniform and fumble with the buttons, Mingi sees what you were doing; smirking as he leans over, his glistening chest from the sweat.

“Let me.” Before you process his hands crawling on your button up when he rips it open, some of the buttons flying, exposing your lace black bra. Mingi groans as he speeds up his thrust behind you. The ice melted in your mouth, taking the advantage to moan loudly. 

A squeak left your lips as Mingi suddenly pulled you up to his chest, gripping your jaw in his hand, “Didn’t I tell you to tell me when it melts?” His voice gruffed and hard as he kept the speed up. Your eyes slowly rolled back in bliss as you nodded, head on the clouds. 

“Yes … Yes Mingi!~Fuck!” You rolled your hips to meet his thrust to which made Mingi chuckles deeply, reaching over to your lace bra as he yanks it down. Your tits bouncing out of the premises of your bra and the cold temperature hitting your hard nipples.

“Yes, keep moaning for me baby, let me show you how ice melts faster.” Instead of one, he took two ice cubes already emptying the bucket. Taking each of the ice cube in his hands as he places them each on your nipples. A loud gasp left your lips as you grab on each of Mingi’s wrist trying to yank it away from the pain yet so blissful.

“Mi-Mingi!” You whimper as he rolled the ice cubes around your nipples, the water dripping downwards and disappearing between your body and clothes, Mingi loves how you have gone tighter and tighter making him close to his high.

“I’m coming Icy, come on just a little more for me okay? It’s not painful right?” Your whimpers were sort of an answer to him as he sped up. Your tits bounce the same time as he circles the cube until it has all melted, only for him to pinch and circle them. Your head throws back as you have no time to tell you have reached your high as you creamed right on his cock.

Mingi feels your pussy pulsating as you come down from your high, he grips on your hips to pull out until you hold him in place. Mingi felt his hips stammering, calling to you gently “Baby?”

Looking over your shoulders, your eyes glistening in pleasure tears, cheeks all flushed and your curtain hair had tipped Mingi over the edge along with your words, “Inside me please.”

His fingers tightly grip on your hips as he leans forward, burying his face on your hair as it comes inside, spurting his seeds inside, painting your walls white. Mingi gasps loudly behind you as squeeze your hips before he pulls out, Mingi looks at your puckered hole; eyeing it as it opens slightly and gushes of his white seeds trails out. 

Mingi bit his lip as he looked over at you, a smirk on his lips, eyes darkening slightly in lust, “I have more ice at home.”

[wonryllis]

AGENT HEESEUNG ★ LITTLE BIT DANGEROUS BABY, THAT'S HOW I WANT IT.

惹き付ける 𓈃 ﹙where,﹚ agent red gets distracted on a mission.

001 ꗃ. agent heeseung headcanons 640 words! warning MDNI NSFW; mentions of fingering crdt! of edit @hypenwons on tiktok LIB?

"stop staring at her," jay's voice rings in heeseung's earpiece.

"what?" he's too lost in thoughts like? dude you got a national level mission to do where's your mind at?

less than two hours ago he was in prehaps THE MOST secret facility in the country going over plans of an undercover search that he was SPECIFICALLY CHOSEN for

and here he is now leaning against the countertop of the bar with a fancy drink in hand

surely it wasn't alcoholic, he can't afford to be intoxicated in the slightest bit, right?

"olive green knit crop and black pants, you're staring," the venom and warning in jay's voice bites back from the control room

heeseung takes a sip of his mocktail and sighs there's no way literally no way, jay's gotta be kidding

"i'm not staring," this has to be a joke because why is jay not kidding, it's been fifteen minutes and his eyes just keep following you and your every move

from the way your mouth shapes as you laugh amidst the crowd of your friends(he assumes) to the way your lips touch the glass of vodka to the way your hips sway as you scurry to the dance floor

"you are, agent red," how your body moves to the music and the little peaks of skin that show and how it just seems to glisten under the disco lights.

"shut it, you have a mission to focus on," with the high tech glasses on, he can see the remnants of the liquid shining on your lips each time you drink a glass.

he can not help but be drawn to those beautiful colored lips

in fact your whole existence is quite literally making him go crazy, his thoughts running to such places that he absolutely should not be thinking about on a mission for fucks sake

if he were to just walk over and kiss you right now he wonders what you'd taste like, vodka? tequila? flavored cocktails? sweet and addicting? BINGO!

"yeah whatever," heeseung chugs in his drink and puts the glass back on the counter, zeroing in on you one last time.

"what? what did you just say heeseung-" rip jay. we'll miss you dearly

BEFORE HE TAKES OUT HIS EARPIECE AND GLASSES TURNING THEM OFF AND SHOVING INTO HIS SUIT POCKETS KSJHKKS

in the blink of an eye he's right behind you, slyly putting his hands on your waist as he joins you on the crowded dance floor standing impossibly close kshjsjd

and like an incubus bends to whisper in your ear, voice husky and tempting. he knows how to charm his way * - *

"you wanna dance together, pretty?" (died.)

the entire time his hands roam everywhere and anywhere caressing your curves shamelessly (if that's not heeseung)

it doesn't take long though for him to initiate a kiss, isn't that what he dropped his mission for?

but god forbid how wrecked he was about to be,, for the moment his lips touched yours, lee heeseung knew

HE WAS DAMN SURE INTOXICATED (can you hear me screaming?)

sucking and biting on your lips wasn't enough for him he just wanted more, so much more 👀

"does it feel good baby?" he can not stop staring at your face as his hand moves between your legs. fingers inside you with the thumb circling against your clit and the other hand around your neck holding you in a light choke

the way you suck in a breath, bite on your lips whinning to hold in a loud moan, the sounds going straight down against his tight pants and how your hooded eyes keep looking at him in a sultry daze.

WAY TOO INTOXICATED to realize you're the one he was supposed to find info on, and you have him exactly how you planned to, wrapped around your finger.

so, enemies to ?

TAGLIST. ( open ) @s00buwu @luvyev @pockyyasii @nctislifue

[reiderwriter]

Hi there! It's me :"> again I read that you're closing your request soon and I just want to put another in before the deadline haha But by no mean you should put more pressure on yourself please take all the time you need, I'm always here happily waiting while enjoy reading all of the fabulous writing you had for other requests <3 Much love to your work <3

I have a request for s smut fic when the BAU was called in for a case: the victims were workers at the local bars/restaurants, the bau!reader recognised one of the bars the unsub frequently target is the one she used to work at as bartender/mixologist while putting herself through school and asked to be the undercover while other agents supervise. After successfully closing the case, the BAU decided to celebrate at said bar and the owner was happy to let the reader personally make your friends any cocktails outside of the menu.

The reader then learned about all the mildly irritations and possessive feelings softdom!Spencer had while watching people hitting on you behind the bar, but all of that can be solved with a (almost criminally) 3-sugar-cube level of sweet of a cocktail the reader personally made for him hiding an ungodly amount of alcohol which made the night a lot more interesting ;)

I'm sorry if all of my requests are soo long I know you want to have as much details as possible but please lemme know if you feel like it's too much haha Happy writing!! :">

A/N: Thank you for your request! I was partly inspired by this post to help me out with some of the drinks orders, so go check it out for more character headcannoms!

Warnings: NSFW, soft dom! Spencer, spanking, semi-public sex, jealousy, slight breeding kink/ creampie, thigh fucking etc. 18+ Minors DNI

It had been a good few years since you quit the bartending job that put you through college, so you didn't realise just how much you'd missed it.

You thought it was the universe intervening when a case popped up in your college town, and the bar you'd spent every weekend in for nearly three years straight from the end of your undergrad to the first years of your masters degree was at the dead centre of Spencer Reid's geographical profile.

You knew the unsub had been hunting from bars, and it took only a few nights of surveillance to catch his scent, and one more of a simple cover to get the guy.

You'd taken up your spot once again, slipping easily back into making cocktails and pouring pints of beer on tap - a skill you were regretfully slow to learn but happy to see stayed with you even in your brief retirement.

You busted the bar while your coworkers tried to look inconspicuous sitting around as customers. Diligently, you served them mocktails and alcohol free beer ad regulars clapped you on the back, greeting you like an old friend as you worked to catch a killer.

JJ was the bait, and you were glad, for once, that it wasn't you, even if that thought made you feel guilty. She slipped out with a crash, and all eyed were on the man that followed her quietly to the alleyway out back.

He practically arrested himself. All in all, it had taken maybe three days to catch the guy, and you'd never been so happy to have had to work a double shift to do it.

“Y/N, if this FBI thing doesn't work for you, I'd be glad to have you back behind the bar. These college students just aren't what they used to be.” Your ex-boss grinned at you, indulging in his own glass of whiskey now that the case was closed.

He'd graciously invited your entire team to spend the rest of the evening at the bar celebrating (for at least a drink or two before his wife came to collect him). You were shocked when Hotch took him up on the offer, but happily stayed behind the bar mixing up the drinks.

“Okay, now that we've found out you're this magic mixologist, you have got to make us personal cocktails. I want to see how drunk you can get me, Y/L/N.” Emily laughed from the corner, finishing the last dregs of her virgin piña colada.

“My dear Emily, it is not the mixologist job to get you drunk, it's the mixologist job to keep you sober for as long as possible so you keep buying drinks.”

“No, come on kid, I'm intrigued as well. I'm not a cocktail guy but you've been pouring like a woman possessed tonight. Help.me out here, Spencer, hasn't she been on fire?”

Spencer's eye caught yours and your heart skipped a beat when he gave you a small smile. He'd been quiet all night, and you felt a little regretful that you'd made him stay so long in a place he wasn't entirely comfortable with. But he was still here, and surprisingly, still drinking, nursing the beer that your old boss had served them all when they'd returned from the crime scene.

“Mixology is an interesting field of study. When you think about it, it's practically chemistry.”

“I like to think of it as alchemy,” you grinned at him, enjoying the way he could turn anything into something more complicated and mathematical than it is. “Because one sip of one of my cocktails will have you thinking you've unlocked the secret of immortality.”

“Okay, if that's how drunk we're getting tonight then I'm calling home now,” JJ laughed standing from her chair and already dialling the numbers.

“Okay - here we go.” You grabbed the bottle of vodka from the counter and started, keeping your eyes focused on Reid as much as you could.

–X–

After two hours and about 5 rounds of cocktails, you'd nearly defeated the entire team. Your ex-boss had thrown you the keys half an hour earlier and called himself a cab, leaving you behind to close up just like old times.

Hotchner and Rossi had given in after two drinks each, apparently old and wise enough to know just how much alcohol was in an Old Fashioned and a Negroni each.

“Oh how the mighty have fallen,” Emily had mocked them on the way out, but two drinks later and she was asleep in the back of a cab having been carried out by both JJ and Morgan.

You'd used the good gin in her Aviation cocktail, and it was only a matter of time before she ended up peacefully sleeping the week away.

The only member of the team left standing was, surprisingly again, Spencer.

You'd gone simple with his Espresso Martini, though you'd made a big show and dance about adding twice as much brown sugar syrup than the recipe required.

“A sweet cocktail for the man who drinks the sweetest coffee known to man.” He'd brushed his hand across your fingers every time you'd passed him a refill, and you'd felt the familiar jolts of anticipation pass through you with each shared glance.

Your old boss had even noticed that you were ‘sweet on that little coworker of yours,’ and you'd had to do your best to stop yourself from openly flirting with him whilst he was sat there at the bar.

You'd done it for tips every single shift, not caring about the consequences, buy with Spencer, you so desperately wanted there to be consequences that you never so much as tried.

“We should pack up and head home, Spence.” You said, cleaning up the final glass of Mai Tai Derek had left behind, but when you turned around to see him, he was gone.

More accurately, he'd moved to your side of the bar and was sliding his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you in.

You gasped his name like a prayer, not expecting his cold fingers to curl under your shirt as he buried his head in your shoulder.

“Spencer! What's… what are…”

“Let me hold you.” He didn't say much more than that, but he didn't need to say more. You'd already.relaxed into his touch, eyes shutting so you could focus on the feel of his skin against yours.

“You're good at this,” he mumbled, words slightly slurred. “Everyone was watching you, they all wanted you to pour their drinks.”

You listened to each word of his voice fighting off confusion. Who was everybody? There hadn't been another customer in the bar since you'd made the arrest.

“The old men in the corner, they looked down your top when you picked something up for them. I heard them talking about it, how they thought about stuffing a couple of one's right here,” his hand trailed up to your breasts and you gasped, “like you were some stripper.”

His hands were slowly caressing you as he stood, chest pressed against your back, and you felt desire flood between your legs.

“Spencer, you're drunk, we should get you back to the motel.”

“My blood alcohol level should be around 0.11, so yes, legally I am drunk. If you want me back at the motel, be my guest, but I don't think I can keep my hands off of you tonight, Y/N.”

His words were blunt, delivered the same way he usually talked about case details, or books he'd read. There was nothing in it to indicate he'd meant to turn your world upside down just like that.

His hand had moved under your bra now, and you snapped back to reality, grabbing his hand and halting his movements momentarily as you craned your neck to look at him.

“Spencer, you're not in your right mind, you're going to regret this-” you didn't get to finish the sentence as he cut you off, pushing his lips into yours softly. With each second, his passion grew, until the two of you were caught in a battle of tongues, saliva dripping down your chin as you cared about nothing else but the pleasure you found in each other's mouths.

“The only thing,” he whispered between kisses. “That I'm going to regret, is if I let you walk me out of that door without showing you how much I want to possess every inch of you.”

His words were insistent but there was a question hidden in his movements. He'd withdrawn slightly, giving you enough space to turn him down should you want to.

You didn't.

Instead, you let a hand run up the back of his neck to his hair until you were pulling him down into you, stepping back into the warmth of his broad chest as you opened up to him.

Your other hand relinquished his, letting him explore your chest further and doing much of the same as you tried your very best to twist in your spot to get a better hold of him.

He was holding firm though, despite everything he'd drank, and had pushed you once again against the counter, hand moving between exploring your ass cheeks, and placing your hand firmly underneath you on the table so you could stabilise your position.

He worked his lips down your neck, prying your other hand out of his hair and placing it parallel to the first, before pulling your hips back slightly and encouraging you to arch your back.

You only realised you'd assumed a position for spanking when the first blow landed on your ass.

It was soft, all things considered, and he was still busy bruising your neck that you almost thought you'd imagined it.

The next one was harder though. It was real.

“Spencer!” You gasped as he stroked a hand over your asscheeks.

“Shhhhhhhh s'okay. You have a beautiful ass, I'm just making it prettier.”

His hands fumbled over your pants zipper, and then pulled them down to your knees as he continued stroking your ass and licking your neck.

The material limited your movements, trapping your knees together as he delivered one more blow. The skin to skin contact was too much and you let out a sinful moan, surprised at how loud you were suddenly managing to be.

You'd never been spanked before, never even thought about it, but something about Spencer's hands on you, the lingering scent of alcohol in the air had every hair on your body standing in excitement.

You heard Spencer unzip his own pants and were a little regretful that you didn't get the honour. You wanted to see him hold him in your hand, take him into your mouth and play with him until you knew just how he worked. But your back was still to him, and he wasn't giving you the space you needed to turn around and catch a glimpse.

“Every man in this bar tonight wanted to be where I am right now,” he whispered into your hair as he kissed the crown of your head, and then pushed your panties aside and ran himself along the lips of your cunt.

It was a night of sounds - the zippers, his whispers, your moans - bit you still weren't expecting to be able to hear your arousal.

It was erotic, near pornographic how wet his spanking had made you, and he let out small groans of appreciation as he gathered your juices on his cock.

He didn't try to breech you just yet, but rocked his cock between your thighs and cunt, teasing you just enough to keep you hooked, but nowhere near where you needed him to get you.

“Every man who was in here wanted you, and I got you. Right?” He asked again, practically rutting against your cunt.

“Y-Yes, Spencer.”

“Yes, sir.” He corrected, and you gasped as his hand struck your ass again, dangerously close to where his hips joined yours.

“Yes, sir.”

“Be a good girl for me, baby. I want to take care of you.”

With those words, he lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance and slipped in.

With your knees still locked in place by your pants, it was really up to Spencer to control the pace. You didn't spare a second for the thought that had you been completely naked with a better range of motion that he still wouldn't relinquish this quiet control of you.

With one hand on your hip, and the other curled around to reach your clit as you arched your back against him, it wasn't long before he was setting a vigorous pace.

It wasn't that he was thrusting particularly fast, or that he was doing it ridiculously hard, like some men who knew no better tried. It was the combination of how far he was able to reach with his careful concentration on your pleasure.

You felt him speed up once before quickly drawing himself back to the even tempo, doing his best to not get lost in you.

His fingers traced your cunt in a slow figure eight as first, before experimenting with different movements, shapes, words until he'd been rewarded by your cunt clenching around his cock as you came all over it.

You gasped in shock, and flushed, so shocked it took only that long.

Instead of congratulating himself on getting you off though, he used your orgasm to inform himself of what you liked, what you so desperately needed from his fingers and his cock.

And most importantly, he didn't stop.

Even as your body twitched and spasmed around his cock, he kept up his wrist movements, keeping your body warmed up as he finally took his turn.

“Tell me how much you want this,” he whispered into your ear.

“I want this so badly, Sir, I need your cock pumping in and- ahhh out of me.”

“Tell me how nice my cock feels,” he again ordered and you willingly obeyed.

“Your cock is perfect, it's so big and warm, like it was made just for me.”

“Good girl, now tell me how much you want me to shoot my cum inside of you.”

Your mouth went dry as you choked out a moan, his pace getting rougher and rougher with each thrust. You hadn't heard him correctly, surely, your brain was imagining things.

But he prompted you with a slight tap to your face, a slap that wouldn't leave any mark.

“You don't want my cum all over this bar, do you? It would be a shame for your ex boss to fail his hygiene inspection.”

“Cum in me! God, please cum in me.”

He gripped you tight around your waist as he finally pushed himself over the edge, filling you with his seed and keeping you pinned in his arms until he was sure that none of it would escape.

“I'm glad you agreed, because I wasn't asking,” he said, chest still slightly heaving as he rode out his orgasm, lower body twitching in its sensitivity.

When he finally did pull out, he'd spent so long inside you, cockwarming, that not much of his cum slipped out. He cleaned you up with a clean dishcloth you pointed to on the counter, and pulled your pants back up, quickly manoeuvring his up too.

After a brief moment of silence, you finally turned to look at him, melting into his arms again as you took in his fucked out expression.

He stroked your head quietly for a few minutes, before pulling back from your hug.

“This bar doesn't have CCTV, does it?”

[itwasthereaminuteago]

First date: Frank takes you dancing

Of course he comes to pick you up with a bunch of flowers in hand and a sweet kiss on your cheek.

He looks so good, shirtsleeves pushed up to his elbows showing off the thick veins crossing his forearms, and you spend the whole ride in his truck yearning for the moment when he'll put those arms around you.

But first, when you get to the venue, he buys you whatever drink you desire, whether it's a ridiculously fancy cocktail or mocktail, a whiskey, or a bottle of beer like he's ordering, whatever you want.

You notice how he listens closely and looks right at you when you're talking, it makes you feel like you're the only person in the room. You can't help the slight heat from coming to your face whenever he catches your gaze and his lips spread into a handsome smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

The local band is playing something mid-tempo and catchy, and you find your fingers tapping along to the rhythm on the side of your glass.

When he gets up from the table, extending a hand, you're full of nervous excitement. His hands are warm and sure and he moves one to the small of your back to guide you onto the dancefloor sending little shivers up your spine, and when you get closer he smells so damn good you want to eat him.

He lets your fingers intertwine, his hands so big but he's gentle with you as you start to move together to the music.

Thoughts of him doing other things with them come unbidden into your imagination as he competently dances you around the floor, like how his fingers would feel pressing into the soft flesh of your hips, or maybe even his hand wrapped firmly around your neck as you're on top of him...

Your other hand is at his shoulder and you can feel his muscles flex slightly under his shirt as you trail your hand slowly down to rest on the broad expanse of his chest.

Then you laugh out in surprise as he suddenly twirls you in a circle and tightly pulls you back in to his embrace.

"You enjoying yourself, sweetheart?" He asks you earnestly, determined to ensure you feel comfortable, and you nod, your face lighting up with your smile.

"What if I told you you're doing everything right so far?"

"Anythin' more I can do?" he says, those warm brown eyes only further stoking up the flames of the fire that is burning at your core.

You're no longer really dancing, just gently swaying together, the tension between you both feeling like something could break at any moment...

"You could kiss me?"

It's as if he's been waiting for years for you to say those words the way his eyes instantly flicker down to your lips.

Frank brings his fingers up just under your chin, tipping your head towards him as he leans in. As your mouths meet in a soft, sensual kiss you cannot help the little noise of pleasure you make now that it's happening, and as you kiss back he's deepening it, fingers skating along your jawline to cradle the side of your head, pushing into your hair and guiding you with just enough control it makes your knees weak.

You both only pull away far enough for your foreheads to touch, the bustle of the dancefloor and the bar fading into the background.

Dancing then becomes dotted with your languid makeout sessions, eventually culminating in you leading Frank back towards the table so you can pick up your jacket and bag.

"So are you gonna take me home, Marine?"

Frank chuckles, shaking his head as he smiles, but evidently glad that you're game to continue this elsewhere.

"If that's what you want, then yes I am." he replies in a low voice, stealing another soft kiss from you, and you're met with a deep rumble from his chest as you playfully nip his lower lip with your teeth.

[kurishiri]

THE CHARA CAFE × Ikemen Villains menu translation

(src) this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties. You can click on the image for better quality. Please reblog, not respost!

which ones would you order? ✨✨

To my precious robin and from the self-righteous king, a most sinful love: a frozen strawberry drink (William)

strawberry ice cream

strawberries

milk

strawberry sauce

whipped cream

I encaged the scenery I saw with you inside this glass: a blue ocean drink (Elbert)

blue raspberry syrup

lemon water

lemon slice

gold leaf

Drink this if ya want. I ain’t drinkin’ it though: a ruthless butterfly pea soda (Jude)

butterfly pea syrup

carbonated water

lemon syrup

violet jelly

I want your greatest happiness: a berry tea of happiness (Ellis)

berry tea

blackcurrant jam

For you, the sinful one who wandered into a den of evil: the death god’s hot chocolate (Victor)

cocoa

whipped cream

coffee sauce

Blooming in the dark night, a violet cream soda

cider

purple melon syrup

vanilla ice cream

cherry

wafer cake with bean jam (monaka)

I swear a most sinful love to you on this wedding mocktail

pink grapefruit syrup

peach cheese

carbonated water

edible flower

“So that you, the one I love, may smile, I cast a magic spell on this”: the Cheshire Cat’s fresh fruit salad (Liam)

salad mix

smoked salmon

raisins

grapefruit

diced nuts

lemon dressing

black pepper

edible flower

wafer cake with bean jam (monaka)

“Nothing like meat for a reward, don’t you agree, lil lady?”: the egoist’s roast beef plate (Roger)

roast beef

rice

rock salt

baby leaves

parsley

mini tomatoes

camembert cheese

steak sauce

The Crown members’ favorite! The head chef’s special tomato sauce pasta

pasta

tomato sauce

bacon

consommé soup

parsley

crouton

“Hey, wanna split this half and half with me?”: a chocolate mint parfait of the Lying Fox’s charm (Harrison)

bavarois

mint jelly

chocolate corn flakes

whipped cream

mint chocolate ice cream

chocolate sauce

mint

brownie

“Aha! It’s my creation, as someone with a steel stomach”: a special scone set made by Alfons

scone

vanilla ice cream

blue raspberry syrup

whipped cream

chervil

biscuit

silver dragee

A vow to fall deeper into your sinful love: a wedding berry cake set

berry cake

macaron

cookie

whipped cream

mint

cotton candy

rock salt

wafer cake with bean jam (monaka)

Dessert of the robin on a moment’s break: a fresh fruit cocktail

cider

orange (mandarin)

yellow peach

cherry

strawberry

three-colored agar agar

heart-shaped gummy

popping candy

if you order something from the food or dessert menu, you’ll be gifted a 2L photocard (top), and if you order a drink, you get a coaster (bottom).

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

too fast

Summary: Sarah getting her first period, leaves Joel Miller standing confused in the women's hygiene aisle where you, his high school sweetheart, find him and offer your help.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.5k

Rating: G

Warmings: pre outbreak, talks about periods, little angst, some fluff

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It was moments like these that Joel Miller cursed being a male single parent. 

His little girl, who still sneaked into his bed at night when she had a nightmare, had gotten her period. Eleven year old girls shouldn’t have to deal with periods. 

She was very grown up about it.

Probably more than he was. 

He wasn’t ready for his little girl to grow up. He probably never would be. 

It was Saturday, they didn’t have any plans for the weekend so Sarah was outside reading a book with a mocktail (it was orange and lemon juice with a tiny paper umbrella in a cocktail glass) while he fixed the creaking front porch with his brother. 

Sarah had approached them outside, waiting for both of the Miller brothers to look up, Joel immediately frowning at the look on her face as she said. 

“Daddy can you buy me some pads? I think I just got my period.”

Even if he knew that this day would be coming in the near future, he wasn’t prepared, nor did he know how to react for a good ten seconds.

He was very happy that he had raised his girl to be open with him, making her feel safe enough to talk about anything. But in this moment he had been a little overwhelmed, thankful when his little brother stepped up and hugged Sarah, whispering some gentle words. 

Joel went through all stages of grief in the span of fifteen seconds before he brushed his dirty hands on his jeans and knelt down in front of his little girl who jumped into his arms as soon as he opened them. 

He could only imagine how scary it was to suddenly start bleeding. Joel was thankful that he had the talk with her the year before. Even if it seemed too early back then, it was his brother who had made him aware of how soon kids seemed to be growing up nowadays. 

Now he was in Target, in the middle of the female hygiene aisle, looking at tampons and pads and things he hadn’t dealt or heard about since Sarah’s mother left them ten years ago. 

Back then he knew what kind and size of Tampons he had to buy. But what do you buy for a little girl? 

Pads, she said. So he left the tampons behind and approached the very colourful packages of various sizes of pads. There were smiling women on some of the packages and he tried to think of a single woman who enjoyed having her period. 

Sarah’s mother had the worst of cramps and sometimes did not leave the bed. And she was craving vanilla pudding from that one brand he couldn’t remember the name of. 

He had one package in a size one for heavy flow days and another package of size two for regular. There were also super long pads that looked like they were only a step away from being a diaper. 

Truth to be told, he was a little overwhelmed and had no idea what he should buy when someone cleared their throat from his left side. He turned his head to find you looking at him. 

“Need any help there, Miller?”

You just wanted to grab a package of tampons on your way home. That, of course, turned into buying ice cream, some sushi and some sweets. You were already on your way to pay when you remembered why you had come here in the first place, rolling your eyes to yourself. Making your way to the women’s hygiene aisle you groaned internally, finding the brand you always bought not there, taking a couple minutes to decide to buy just the smaller size of the same brand and come back the next day.

You turned around to leave when you noticed Joel Miller staring at two packages of pads so intently like they were his taxes. He was so focused on them that he almost jumped when you asked if he needed any help, his eyes widening in surprise, before they softened.

You and Joel went to high school together. 

He was the captain of the football team and you were…. The typical nerd with your nose always stuck in a book. Sure, you had a crush on him, but you never thought he noticed you. You were proven wrong on prom night of all nights when he asked you to be his date. What could have started as a fairytale love story had a fast approaching end date, as you were leaving for college on the other side of the united states (with a full scholarship thanks to your superb grades) later that same summer and Joel was set to go to another college near his hometown, so he could keep working at his fathers contracting company. 

You had spent the whole summer together before you said goodbye. 

You moved away, studied, got the dream job you always wanted. You got married, had a baby girl who was now seven years old, got divorced and then moved back to your hometown earlier the year before. 

You hadn’t kept in contact with Joel, but you knew he did not finish college, got married and had a baby girl as well the year after you left. 

You had started running into each other when you moved back, before he invited you and your daughter over for a BBQ months ago. Now you were meeting at least once a month when you both found the time. 

He was looking at you, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips pursed. 

“Sarah got her period and I have no idea what to buy. Like… There are so many sizes and variants and materials. How in the hell do you know what size to buy?” 

A small smile sneaked to your face. 

“Honestly? By trying out. There’s no real instruction as to what kind of pad to use. There used to be a sample package but I haven’t seen those in forever.”

He sighed and shook his head. 

“As if women don’t have enough to deal with,” he grunted. 

“Hear, hear,” you chuckled. 

It was probably not appropriate to admire how his arms looked in the shirt he was wearing, but you did it anyway. Joel Miller had aged like fine wine, and the more time you spent with him, the more you felt like the sixteen year old all these years back who sneaked off in the middle of the night to make out with him.

“Do you think these would be right for Sarah?” he asked, holding the two packages up. 

You read over them, nodding thoughtfully. 

“I would take these and maybe some from size on in regular. She is pretty small, but better safe than sorry.”

You reached for the third package and he sighed. 

“I cannot believe she’s growing up so fast,” he whispered to himself. You carefully put your hand on his arm and he looked at you. 

“She’s still your little girl. And she will always be. You’re doing a great job with her.”

He gave you a small smile, before he sighed. 

“I should probably get her something else. Is it weird to get her a gift?” he asked. You shook your head. 

“I don’t think so. Maybe get her some candy. Or cook her favourite meal. That’s what I do,” you held your basket up. 

“Maybe I should invite you too if I end up cooking tonight,” he said and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“Joel…”

“I mean if you want to. You could bring your girl and we could have a movie night….” he added. 

“She’s with her dad this weekend. And you should spend tonight with your daughter. It’s a big day for her,” you said. 

His face fell a little at your rejection. It wasn’t like you did not want to spend time with him, but it did not feel right like that.

“Yeah. Yeah I guess you’re right,” he mumbled. He pulled all three packages under his arm. 

“But if you want to ask me out to dinner some other time, I’m 100% sure I will say yes,” you smiled shyly. 

He tilted his head, a smile sneaking to his lips.

“That so?” he asked. 

You nodded. 

“Maybe even without our kids,” you hummed, taking a step closer. 

“I think we can arrange that,” he hummed back. 

A cart crashing into something behind you made you both jump before you laughed. 

“I should get back,” he said.

“Me too. The ice cream is already melting,” you joked.

“Change it out for a new one,” he winked. 

“So smart,” you shook your head with a smile. 

“I’ll call you,” he promised. 

“Okay,” you smiled before you slowly turned and walked away from him. 

[arcadiabaytornado]

My Unofficial Ranking On: Which Life Is Strange Character's Are Getting The Drunkest On New Year's.

Kate - Kate is not getting drunk on New Year's. She is having half a glass of wine and then drinking water like she had just downed a bottle of vodka and need's to not wake up hungover.

Max - Max is not getting drunk on New Year's. She's having a one small cocktail before offering to make a mocktail's for everyone. She is single handily keeping some people in the group sober.

Amanda - Amanda has to work so she only get's to have a single cocktail before she has to call it quit's. She's getting drunk in spirt, though.

Ryan and Alex - Ryan and Alex have no plan's on getting drunk. They both just want to have a single beer, or maybe two, and then call it a night. However, Steph has other plan's that she reveal's when she pull's out a bunch of weird alcohol and start's pouring shot's for a drinking game. Alex and Ryan still don't get drunk drunk because they call it quit's when they start getting overly tipsy, but they both consume more alcohol than they were expecting for the night.

Victoria - Victoria is planning on getting drunk and knows exactly which drink's to order to do so. She get's a normal level of drunk and then goes back to her dorm for the night.

Steph - Steph is a victim of her own drinking game and hubris.

Sean - Sean decides to get into teenage antics and steal alcohol from Esteban's stash. He's planning on getting juusssttt drunk enough for it not to be noticeable, but after a few shot's of what Esteban has, he's out of it enough to have to start chugging water.

Rachel - Rachel start's drinking early with the intention of being very drunk by the time midnight hits. However, she does try to pace herself with the occasional glass of water or a nonalcoholic fruit juice, so she's not as drunk as she could be. She really doesn't want to wake up completely hungover if she can avoid it. Though she's probably not going to achive that goal entirely.

Chloe - Chloe start's drinking early with the intention of being very drunk by the time midnight hits. Unfortunately for her, her alcohol tolerance is low enough where she's very drunk by 9PM. Will that stop her from taking another shot at 12? Well, depends on whether or not Max is with her. But she's for sure waking up with a hangover.

Safi - Safi love's New Year's and drinks with the intention of celebrating it. She is BLASTED by 12AM, and the ONLY reason she isn't somehow even drunker is because she likes the occasional mocktail.

Cassidy - Cassidy is not practicing healthy alcohol consumption. She want's to be over the moon drunk on New Year's night, but she will still put the drink's down once it's clear that she's reached her peak...okay maybe one after she realizes she's reached her peak.

Vinh - Vinh is starting drink at like....10 Am. It's actually a problem.

Finn - Finn is NOT practicing healthy alcohol consumption and might very well have to be cut off after the first five drinks. His impulse control is lacking on every single level.

[machveil]

seeing that you're also 19 healed something in me bc same bestie, I'm glad we're both feral slightly unhinged 19 year olds living life

I’m out here having a grand ol’ time, man. thriving with CoD and König🎀✨

for my fellow under 21 gang and non drinkers, let me drop you some mocktails (NA cocktails) (also, some homemade syrup recipes), yeah? let’s get juiced up and have a cozy night in besties

Moscow Mule:

1 oz. fresh lime juice, 1 oz. Honey & Ginger Syrup*, 6 oz. ginger beer

pour your ingredients into a cup (recommended copper mug, but bitch, I’m not fancy enough for that), fill it with crushed ice, and gently stir

optional to garnish with a lime wedge and fresh mint

*you can make homemade Honey & Ginger Syrup!!

2 cups honey, 2 cups water, 2 2/3 oz. fresh ginger (minced), 3 oz. fresh orange juice

all of your ingredients go into a blender, puree until it’s smooth

strain the syrup before using it, can be stored in the fridge

Strawberry & Basil Lemonade:

1 oz. Basil Syrup*, 2 oz. iced strawberry tea, 1 oz. fresh lemon juice, 1 teaspoon 10 Percent Saline Solution**

all ingredients go in a cocktail shaker, fill it two-thirds with ice, shake that shit until it’s chilled

strain it over a glass with ice, you can garnish it with fresh basil

*Basil Syrup, babes

1 cup water, 1 cup sugar, 12 fresh basil leaves

get your water in a saucepan and bring her to a boil

add your sugar and stir til it dissolves

stir in your basil, take your pan off the heat, let your syrup cool

strain before using it, it’s good to be stored in a fridge

**10 Percent Saline Solution

1 oz. salt, 10 oz. warm water, mason jar

easy stuff, put your salt in the jar and add your water

stir it, let it cool, use it or store it friends

Into the Woods:

1 oz. black cherry juice, 2 oz. chai concentrate, 3 oz. cold-brew coffee, 1 oz. Vanilla Syrup*, 2 dashes of El Guapo Chicory Pecan bitters

all your ingredients go into a cocktail shaker, fill it two-thirds with ice, shake it like it owes you money (or until it’s chilled)

strain over crushed ice into your glass

*Vanilla Syrup recipe? I think so

1 cup water, 2 cups sugar, 1 vanilla bean

pour your water into a small saucepan and gring her to a boil

add your sugar and stir til it dissolves, take the pan off the heat

cut your bean in half and scrape the seeds into your syrup. cut the bean pod into thirds and add that to the syrup. stir it, cover the pan, let it sit at room temp for twelve hours

strains the syrup through a cheesecloth before using or refrigerating

cheers to König, friends and freaks, mwah🌸✨