#Espresso Martini Cake

[toyastales]

Espresso Martini Cake

[loubella77]

[attapullman]

The Broma Bakery cookbook (Sweet Tooth) is genuinely so good. Everything I’ve made from her blog is incredible and now I’m inviting myself to 14 dinner parties so I can make dessert for each 🍪

[rickchung]

House of Dawn Restaurant x Richmond, BC.

There's a brand new, spacious upscale Asian fusion restaurant and dining concept from Chef Danny Deng located right in the middle of Richmond.

Chilli mirin mussels: ginger, garlic, cilantro, shallot, fermented chilli, Shaoxing wine, cilantro, and garlic bread.

Smoked soy-glazed sablefish: rice, edamame, sun-dried tomatoes, scallion, and genmaicha dashi broth.

Chargrilled 8-oz. flat iron steak: mashed potatoes, broccolini, and miso sauce.

Espresso martini.

Classic ube light cheesecake: raspberry gel, browned butter feuilletine, and ube chantilly.

[harrysfolklore]

jacob elordi and yn make valentine's dinner | vogue

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

"Hi Vogue, It's Jacob," he greeted the camera, he was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans but looked absolutely dreamy, "And today I'm cooking a special Valentine's dinner for my girlfriend YN."

You smiled at him from the side of your kitchen, ready for him to introduce you.

"She's actually here to help me," that was your cue to walk into the frame, he pulled you by the waist and you grabbed the side of his face gently and pecked his lips, "She cannot cook to save her life," he spoke to the camera again, "So my role in the relationship is basically to be her personal chef."

"Okay, cut the sass," you chimed in, "Let's do it, what are we making today?"

"We're making a heart shaped pizza, since It's Valentine's day, then we're making espresso martinis, and a chocolate lava cake to top it off."

"Sounds delicious," you said, "Perks of having Jacob Elordi as your boyfriend, he grabs the stuff from the top shelves for you and he cooks a full course meal."

Jacob winked at you and then to the camera, then the crew stepped in to give you everything you needed for your dish.

"Right so we're gonna start off by making the pizza dough," Jacob began, "We need flour, oil, water, sugar, salt and instant yeast."

"And of course, a good looking sous chef," you teased, batting your eyelashes at the camera.

"That you are," Jacob pecked your cheek, "Now, sous chef, we need two cups,"

"Of this?" you pointed to the flour bowl.

"Yes," he put the ingredient on the mixer, "Two teaspoons of sugar,"

"I'll do that one," you grabbed the small bowl that contained what you thought was the sugar, and Jacob abruptly stopped you.

"No, love, that's the salt."

"Well dammit," you quickly put the bowl down, "Can we cut that part?" you told the crew and they laughed, Jacob just pinched your side affectionately.

"Let me add the ingredients into the mixer and you can help me pour the water, okay?"

Jacob put everything that was needed on the mixer and you slowly poured the water as the machine started working.

"So this is starting to come together now," Jacob spoke to the camera, "Just need it to turn up the heat a little bit," he said playfully and winked at the camera.

"You did not just say that."

"I did just say that," he winked at you now, "Now help me put the oil on."

You did as he said, pouring the oil on the mixture and then covering it with plastic foil.

"We need to put it in the fridge for two hours so it can rise,"

"I feel like Martha Stewart," you put a hand on your hip, "This is like, my dream."

The video showed a time lapse indicating that two hours had passed and it was time to get the dough out of the fridge.

"So Jacob is getting the dough out of the fridge," you explained to the camera, "And we're going to make two separate pizzas to see which one turns out the best."

"Are we actually gonna cut the heart?" Jacob approached you with the bowl, "But it looks so pretty, love."

"Sorry, I'm going to break your heart today on Valentine's day."

"Jesus," Jacob's eyes widened, "So this has been chilling for two hours, and now we have to make it look like a heart.

"Okay, move aside," you moved Jacob's hand away from the dough and he laughed, "This would be easier with a rolling pin but okay."

"So to do the heart shape we need scissors," he sad after carefully folding the dough in half, "Try it, love."

"Like you do with a card, right?" Jacob gave you a confused look, "A Valentine's day card."

"Just don't cut the whole pizza in half," you rolled your eyes at him, "I'm not judging your cooking abilities, love. Just guiding you through the process."

"Just go get the ceramic pizza stone and let's get this in the oven."

"We need to put on the ingredients first, don't we?" Jacob raised his eyebrows

"Oh you're right," you grabbed a bowl with tomato sauce, "So I'm going to cover the whole thing, just leaving space for the crust," you poured the sauce with a spoon, "Am I overdoing this?" you asked your boyfriend.

"No, you like it, like a lot of tomato, don't you?", you nodded, "Just spread it out a little bit," you did as he said, "It's perfect babe, well done."

"We're diving this," you signaled with your hands, "This is your territory and this is mine.

"Okay but let's not cut it, because then that's like cutting the heart and that's sad."

The crew asked you to describe a romantic moment as you decorated your pizza, and Jacob was the first one to speak.

"She is really romantic," he said as he peeled an onion, "The other day when we got back from New York she planted this cute, like herb garden outside on our patio and we had a picnic there, it was lovely."

"One of the most romantic things Jacob has ever done for me was when he surprised me with a spontaneous road trip to a secluded cabin in the mountains," you added, sprinkling shredded mozzarella cheese on your side of the pizza. "He had everything planned out, a cozy fireplace, a bottle of wine, and a clear view of the starlit sky. It was incredibly romantic."

"Yeah, that was a special trip," Jacob smiled at you, his eyes soft at the memory, as he arranged slices of pepperoni on his half of the pizza, "She was freezing so we cuddled a lot, that was nice."

You finished up your pizza and Jacob carefully placed it on the heated oven, then the crew got everything ready to star with your dessert.

"Alright, so we're making the chocolate lava cake," Jacob clasped his hands together, "Do you think you can do it, babe?

"Let's do it!"

You and Jacob followed the recipe for the cake, you helped him pour the eggs and mix the ingredients together, earning compliments from him about your cooking skills improving.

"So now, these," Jacob grabbed the tray with the two small chocolate cakes, "Which YN just poured very perfectly, are going in the oven for about 12 minutes at 450.

You closed the oven and the final thing to prepare for your menu was your drinks, the espresso martini.

"So we're going to make the espresso martini, the virgin espresso martini," Jacob said to the camera, "Because this one is on a non alcohol diet."

"You gotta keep the system healthy!"

Jacob poured all the ingredients into the drink mixer and moved it up and down, his biceps twitching at the movement.

"I'm impressed," you said as he poured down the drink in your glasses, "That was sexy, baby."

"Thanks, glad to know," Jacob winked at you, "Cheers," he handed your glass, you clicked it with his and sipped at the drink, "This is pretty good, let's take it to the table."

You moved to the table, where you pizza and cakes were perfectly placed along with some lit up candles and flowers for decoration.

"This looks amazing," you said as you looked at the food in front of you.

"Looks nice, doesn't it?" Jacob took the seat in front of you, "My side of the pizza looks nicer."

"No," you said with a serious tome but then your eyes softened, "Happy Valentine's day, baby."

"Happy Valentine's day," he smiled fondly at you, "You happy? You like this?"

"Yeah, I love it," you squeezed your hand quickly, "Can we start eating?"

You ate your dinner, bantering about which side of the pizza was better and which one of you had been the better chef, even though there were cameras and crew around, it felt like an intimate moment between the two of you.

"Here, try the dessert," Jacob said once you were done with your pizza, spoon feeding you a bite, "It's good, isn't it?"

"So good, I'm such a chocolate lover," you said, "I feel like I was great help to you in the kitchen, what do you say?"

"Really good help," he took a spoonful of the cake, "Best looking osus chef ever."

"Thank you, I really appreciate that," you squeezed his hand again, "I really tried for you today."

"Yeah, cause usually I make her a drink and she just watches me cook," he told the camera, "She's obsessed with me, can't take her eyes off."

"Cheers babe, I love you," you ignored his comment and raised your drink, "happy Valentine's day,

"Happy Valentine's day,"

"I'm going for it," you said as you rose from your seat, "Why do I always am eager to be the kisser?"

"She just wants to kiss me so bad," he stood from his seat and placed a kiss to your lips, "Love you."

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[littlesliceofimmortality]

everyones been asking me this. everytime i tell someone new im into dialtown, they always question me about the same thing! without fail! and so here it is:

WHAT I THINK EACH CHARACTER WOULD ORDER AT THE CHEESECAKE FACTORY

now why are they at the cheesecake factory? BECAUSE: in the dialtown universe, as we know, texas roadhouses were ERADICATED off the face of the earth due to health violations, and where else is norm gonna go for his birthday?

(most) everyone gets a DESSERT, DRINK, and MEAL in their order

HE ORDERS: the pumpkin pecan cheesecake (he attempted to order the carrot cake, at the cheesecake factory, at got side eyed), whisky & ginger, and steak diane. claims his mama makes steak better BUT whatev he enjoys his meal in his own disgruntled way

MINGUS, on the other hand, is VIGILANT throughout. she forgot it was norms birthday (& of course would never admit this), and was the one to offer to take him out and pay for everyone. just as powerplay. she sits across from norm, on the edge of her seat just WAITING to call over the waiter for the check. she orders the miso salmon, a red sangria, and 30th anniversary chocolate cake

i hate this thing. it cant read the 9 pages of menu, obviously, so the narrator is thumbing through for it and as SOON as he mentions this "impossible burger", gingi immediately gets an idea in its head that itll break the system & give it money BACK. refuses to eat it in fear of "damaging the goods" and also gets a ... bowl of vanilla ice cream

karen orders: louisiana chicken pasta, a strawberry infused margarita, and fresh strawberry. it just makes sense to have your drink & dessert match! she doesnt eat all of her meal & spends most of it tossing little pasta bits at gingi to watch it snap at it. otherwise Normal Sensible Dinner

oliver on the contrary, orders based off name alone. Chicken Parmesan "Pizza Style", the Well-Mannered Dirty Martini, and Adam's Peanut Butter Cup Fudge Ripple. he has to squash his disappointment when the waiter comes around and hands him his dessert without calling it by its full title

randy ATTEMPTS to get a kids meal, feeling weird about the bill all being on mingus' tab & he isnt around her much, so how would he repay her? just COMPLETELY overthinking it. so he doesnt have a backup for when he doesnt pass as 12 & is told he cant order that. so he PANICS and lands on something random... the loaded mashed potato omelette. okay. same with the coconut cream. he orders NO drink - instead, he gets water, and the waiter passes over him & he gets NO refills. (he goes to the bathroom sink when thirsty)

i like to think jerry gets invited to norms birthday dinner! he orders the cuban sandwich (pickles & all!), espresso martini, and pineapple upside-down cheesecake. it just fits

i WILL not accept constructive criticism, btw

[bunny-jpeg]

fall/halloween bakery special

hello bunnies! i wanted to do something a little special for halloween/fall season! it's hare's favourite season so i've grown to love it a little more. basically these are special prompts that can be combined with the regular bakery prompts. but these ones are more geared towards the fall season! this is more like a halloween party rather than a bakery, but still it'll be fun!

these prompts will be closed on novemeber 2nd and be posted between now and until i finish writing them all! these will be posted on top of regular bakery orders so please feel free! and happy halloween!

what i'll write for: formula one, call of duty, haikyuu, jujustu kaisen, marvel & dc

DESSERTS

ghost s'mores dip: "i really appreciate that you're getting into the halloween spirit, but it's ten in the morning. please turn off the slasher films so i can eat my breakfast in peace."

zombie brain cupcakes: "stop squirming, you're gonna mess up your face paint!"

vampire poke cake: "what happened last night?"

witch finger cookies: "i hate this time of year, i'm always so fucking cold!"

chex-mix: "did you go as a whore this year, or did you just forget a costume?"

all-dressed chips: "i'd propose right now. but not while you're wearing this."

pumpkin patch brownies: "you should've worn something a little thicker. you're going to catch a cold."

candy apples: "alright, let's get you home."

dirt pudding: "I hate horror movies, can't we watch something else?"

pepperoni pizza: "i wonder if that mascara will run when i'm finished with you."

ghost cookies: "they had how many shots of tequila?"

dead velvet cake: "we can't fuck right now. we have to hand out candy!"

nacho dip: "seeing you with those kids makes me want one."

chunky treat bars: "i'm getting you pregnant."

hocus pocus rolls: "next year you're wearing something that covers more."

candy corn: "i'm not jealous!"

ghostly cheesecake: "i got a broomstick you can ride on."

mummy hand pies: "be careful of the full moon!"

spider web pops: "the costume is meant to be scary, not cute."

DRINKS

sprite: semi-public sex

coca-cola: costume sex

doctor pepper: university au

fake-blood: vampire au

hot cider: werewolf au

jell-o shots: drunk sex

pepsi zero: rough sex

haunted lemonade: size difference/kink

peach juice box: filming/recording

poison apple punch: outdoor sex

pumpkin sangria: pregnancy

hot cocoa: gentle/soft sex

witch's brew: witch au

little devil cocktail: demon/devil au

white claw: slutty costumes

black widow cocktail: dom!reader

espresso martini: dom!character

water: hangover

gummy bear cocktail: possessive behavior

on the house: author's choice

have a spooky halloween!!

[jadeshifting]

COMBINATIONS : my CR vs. my DRs ( one drink, one eat )

　　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　

MY CR — whiskey & Greek food

HOGWARTS DR — firewhisky & dark chocolate

2006 MYSPACE HOTTIE DR — jupiter cocktail & blue raspberry lollipops

VAMPIRE DIARIES DR — merlot wine & brie

WALKING DEAD DR - moonshine & peaches

EVER AFTER HIGH DR — cherry soda & angel food cake

BOARDING SCHOOL DR — espresso martini & medium rare steak

CLUELESS DR — rosé & sugar cookies

2000 NYC MODEL DR — passionfruit martini & margarita pizza

SUPERNATURAL DR — whipped cream flavored vodka & French toast

SMALLVILLE DR — lemonade & cherry pie

KNIVES OUT DR — lychee martini & fettuccine alfredo

[simonteacherassociation]

5 chocolate cake fishbowls and 25 espresso martinis later, the half sib duo play drunken twister, resulting in Noxis losing her second pair of arms for cheating in twister, and Morri possibly needing to get their stomach pumped for drinking the liquid in the glow stick bracelets.

[finalgirl69]

talkin’ nonsense.

LOV3 L3TT3RS -

word count (3-4k)❣️(TW: Smut)

part one 💌

-

Juno winced as the harsh early morning sunlight shone on her face. ‘Where am I?’ She looked down at the tanned arm stretched across her lower back, following the toned muscle up to a broad shoulder connected to a slender neck and a defined, scruff covered jawline.

Admiring the man’s side profile with his glasses balanced precariously on his sharp nose, Juno’s memories from the night before returned: the red velvet cake, espresso martinis and whiskey neat, a hand rubbing her inner thigh, and a ruined dress.

Joshua.

That was his name.

Juno winced as she carefully slipped underneath Joshua’s arm and eased herself off of his broad chest.

‘He’s cute when he’s sleeping.’ Juno thought as she silently crept around Joshua’s passed out frame sprawled across the couch, his cheek cutely pressed against the couch arm.

Juno slipped into the bathroom, snooping in Joshua’s cabinets, finding vitamins and health supplements, Advil, and a prescription for an anxiety medication.

Swishing Joshua’s Listerine in her mouth, Juno hummed to herself while tying her hair into a messy bun and wiping away the makeup from the night before.

Opening Joshua’s fridge, Juno grinned when she found a stack of tupperwares with ‘FROM MUMMY’ written in sharpie across the tape covered lid, helping herself and taking a bottle of water and a mango spear from another container.

Juno munched on the mango spear and sipped on water before taking one of Joshua’s Advil’s as she observed the pictures on Joshua’s fridge door; Joshua in a Harvard graduation gown, arm in arm with an older couple, his parents. ‘God Bless your Dad’s genetics.’ She thought with a little grin, seeing where Joshua’s good looks came from.

Her gaze landed on a recent photo of Joshua at a zoo enclosure with whom Juno presumed was his now ex-girlfriend, Emma.

From the state of the apartment, someone was moving out, and it wasn’t Joshua.

Tearing a Post-it note from its pad, Juno wrote, ‘email me for your clothes back. thnx 4 everything. J.J.’ and added her email address, adorning it with hearts before reapproaching Joshua’s passed-out figure.

Holding her breath, Juno stuck the Post-It note on Joshua’s forehead, impressed when he didn’t move. ‘Heavy sleeper.’ She took out her lip balm and dabbed her lips before bending to give Joshua a featherlight kiss.

Admiring her work, Juno slung her heels over her shoulder and blew a kiss to a dead-asleep Joshua, humming happily to herself as she closed his apartment door with a barely there ‘click.’

A blonde woman passed Juno in the hall as she was leaving Joshua’s apartment.

The woman paused, looking Juno up and down.

‘Emma.’ Juno recognized Joshua’s ex-girlfriend from the picture in his kitchen and panicked. ‘I’m wearing her ex-boyfriend’s clothes.’

Juno felt Emma’s eyes on her as she picked up the pace, running barefoot down the hall in Joshua’s grey t-shirt and plaid sweatpants with her heels clacking loudly together in her clenched fist.

Emma entered Joshua’s apartment with the hidden key under his placemat while looking over her shoulder at the mystery woman. “Joshua? Why is that woman wearing your clothes?“

Joshua sat upright from the couch, looking down in confusion because he had fallen asleep with a woman on his chest, and now she was gone.

“Oh. That’s what she was doing here,” Emma gestured angrily to the heart-adorned sticky note pasted to Joshua’s forehead along with a lip gloss mark on the side of his mouth.

The dress and bra sticking out of the garbage only made things look worse

“Are you hungover?” Joshua peeled the sticky note off his forehead and crumpled it in his fist and tossing it on the floor while Emma interrogated him. “We fought, and in one night you already have her of all people sleeping over?”

Joshua had a splitting headache, trying to make sense of where the mystery girl had gone. “Can we both take a moment?” He gagged, whiskey neat rearing its ugly head.

Joshua caught the lip gloss mark on his face in the window pane’s reflection, too hungover to argue with Emma. “I’m going to get breakfast. Take the time you need to pack your things and leave your keys when you’re done.”

“You don’t even want to talk this out?” Emma was in disbelief by Joshua’s nonchalance, expecting him to beg for a fresh start, but it seemed as if he was already in the stages of moving on. “You’re giving up on us?”

Joshua blinked in surprise, taken aback. “I’m not the one who wanted to ‘go back in time,’ Emma.” His voice rose to a shout, and he pinched the bridge of his nose to stop himself. “I’m sorry. But I’m not the one who gave up on us. That was you.”

Tears streamed down Emma’s face, and Joshua hated it, but the image of Emma having sex with another man hurt even more.

Putting in his ear buds, Joshua was too upset to concentrate on his choice of music, wanting something to block out the anxious voices in his head as he angrily tapped his phone screen until music played, stomping down the street to his favorite café.

A familiar voice came through his earbuds. Joshua tripped on a crack in the sidewalk and caught himself on a tourist passing by.

Joshua winced apologetically and dove into his coffee shop and ordered his usual chai with oat milk.

Scrambling for his phone to find the song in his music queue when it ended, an image of the woman from the night before filled Joshua’s screen.

Perfectly coiffed, shiny, black hair. The biggest, brown, and glossy doe eyes that Joshua had ever seen. Rich, brown skin accentuated by a summer tan and a red dress that hugged her frame; Juno J.

Based on the articles that Joshua poured over in the coffee shop, Juno was a child actress turned pop star.

After Juno’s contract with the company that gave Juno her big break had ended, she took a four-year gap to go to college and major in music production.

Juno had recently begun releasing raunchy, cheekily worded pop songs that were garnering her lots of acclaim for a promising career in music.

Red, Valentine’s Day-esque hearts were Juno’s primary aesthetic. Joshua had already stepped up to stalking Juno’s social media presence, finding her pages littered with her red hearts, and began to connect dots in his head.

Returning to his apartment, Joshua found himself relieved but sad Emma’s presence had been stripped from his home. Nearly two years of a relationship, gone in a matter of hours.

Exhausted from the previous night and the morning’s events, Joshua sighed and sat down on his couch, taking off his glasses and rubbing his face in his hands.

A skittering noise made Joshua look down to find the Post-It note he had crumpled that morning. It was littered with red hearts.

Diving to the floor, Joshua smoothed out the Post-It note on the edge of his coffee table, laughing as he read it.

-

“Guess I’ll end this life alone.”

Juno J. toyed with the strings of her bikini top, shrugging and sipping on her Sangria. “He probably figured out who I was and got too intimidated.” She replied while sunbathing poolside with her best friend, British pop star Saira Kapoor.

Saira’s interest was piqued; her friend had not entertained the thought of a new boyfriend since her most recent break-up with a tennis player, a disagreement over lifestyles they could not overcome. “Don’t be dramatic.” She swiped a chip through the dip bowl floating in a tray beside them her the pool. “I know you’re lonely, but you should be content with being by yourself, J.”

“I am not dramatic,” Juno replied haughtily, crossing her arms over her red gingham bikini top. “These are just thoughts passing through.”

“I checked it out and he had a big apartment.” Juno grinned and fluffed her shiny, black hair. “Among other things, I bet.” She slid her red sunglasses down the bridge of her pierced nose and stuck her tongue out.

“Snoopy.” Saira replied, pushing down her black sunglasses as well and arching a dark brow. “You’re gonna get in trouble for that one day, Juno.” She teased, flicking a few water droplets on her tan skin. “So, you only remember his name was Joshua and he’s British?”

This was a very broad description and Juno could not find his presence on social media though she spent the whole morning hungover and repeatedly searching ‘Joshua. British. Hot. Desi.’ on her laptop.

Juno was about to reply when her phone interrupted their conversation. “Hello?” She sat upright when her manager’s voice came through on the line. “A meeting?”

Grabbing her flip-flops, Juno ran for Saira’s pool house. “I think I forgot I had a meeting today!” She pulled on her jeans and grabbed her car keys; Saira was right behind her with shorts on as well.

“Come with?” Juno unclipped her hair from its twist and gave her friend a pout. “Something last minute about a campaign for a dating app.”

Agreeing to go, Saira and Juno got in her car and sped for the office building where the meeting took place inside. “As CEO, I have decided we should aim to target our female audience. Promote their pleasure and needs.”

Juno and Saira traded a look at what the rather attractive voice behind the conference room door described.

“Who’s the cute boy with the thick accent?” Juno whispered to Saira, recognition crossing the CEO’s handsome features as he turned to greet her.

“Mysterious Woman.” Joshua grinned stupidly, thankful for his strings of connections that got him a meeting with Juno. “Faring well after last night?”

“Can’t send an email?” Juno shot back with an arched brow, realizing there was no meeting she had forgotten and Joshua must have finally gotten a clue as to who she really was.

Joshua rubbed the back of his neck, blushing hard under the judgmental gaze of not only Juno, but one of her best friends and Britpop star, Saira Kapoor. “I looked up who you were and...”

Juno nodded to Saira; They both had anticipated this.

“Hm,” Juno bit her thumb, looking Joshua up and down; checking out his crisp, white button-up, fitted, black trousers paired with a matching blazer. ‘I can work with this.’ She thought with a sly grin. ‘I’ll let you boss me around.’

Joshua, ever the gentleman, averted his eyes from Juno’s still-soaked bikini top that clung to her sun tanned skin during their meeting.

This time Juno was in a pair of unbuttoned jeans that showed off a belly button piercing.

Juno approached Joshua again when they finished their meeting. “Well. It sounds like I’m your first spokeswoman.”

Joshua grinned stupidly and shook Juno’s hand in agreement. “My people will send your people the details.” He watched Juno’s hips sway as she linked arms with Saira, looking over their shoulders at him, giggling and whispering to each other the entire time.

Waiting until he was alone in the parking garage, Joshua whooped and hit the side of the driver's side door in excitement, accidentally setting off his car’s panic alarm. “Oh, shit-“ He quickly turned it off and got in his car before someone saw him.

“Oh, shit.” Joshua stared at Juno’s email address in silence before typing, ‘Come over tomorrow with some pitches for the ad?’

Joshua heard his phone go off but waited until he got home, showered, ate, and was in bed before opening his inbox. ‘whatever you want, boss 💌 -J.J.’

Throwing his phone on the bed and burying his face in his pillows with a stupid grin, Joshua pretended it was not his phone he was holding but instead Juno’s hand.

-

‘how long do i have to wait before i bring out the fuzzy pink handcuffs?’ Juno texted Saira on the way to Joshua’s apartment to discuss advertisement concepts for his dating app.

“Hi!” Juno grinned and stood on her tiptoes to kiss Joshua’s cheek and leave a red lip stain, letting herself in with a heart-shaped gift bag. “To celebrate our partnership.”

Joshua put a hand over his heart, flattered.

Opening the gift bag, Joshua found tucked inside was his t-shirt and sweatpants that he had lent to Juno, and a travel size bottle shot of whiskey. “For old time's sake,” Juno explained with a teasing grin as she made herself right at home in Joshua’s apartment.

“Thank you, Juno. Very thoughtful.” Joshua grinned and rested his hip against the kitchen counter. “Now, any ideas for what you and I should do?”

Juno grinned at the choice of words between the two of them, stretching out on Joshua’s couch, rolling onto her stomach, and kicking her socked feet back and forth.

Humming thoughtfully, Juno twirled her curled, shiny, black locks between her long and slender brown fingers, looking up at Joshua with innocent brown eyes and parted glossy lips. “How about something like...”

Joshua watched the tip of Juno’s tongue run across her full bottom lip, and he groaned inwardly as he watched a gold, heart-shaped locket dangle on a chain between Juno’s cleavage.

“Sign up now, and you could come right on me.” Juno feigned a gasp, covering her mouth. “I mean, we could have really good camaraderie!”

It crept back—that same tense heat from the night in Joshua’s bathroom when he was standing between Juno’s legs.

“Stay in my good graces, Josh.” Juno mimed holding him at imaginary gunpoint with her index finger and thumb when Joshua’s gaze lingered too long. “It’s bad for business if you’re not.”

Joshua wanted to know what punishment that would earn him, but he had to remind himself that this was still a professional work meeting. “I like it. Clever, cheeky.”

Even if Juno was stretched out on his couch in tiny red short shorts and a see-through white tank top with no bra underneath.

Juno noticed Joshua was practically hunched over his kitchen counter, sweating bullets. She gave Joshua a sweet smile and gathered her things. “I have a dance class, but I’ll see you bright and early at the shoot tomorrow morning, boss?”

Joshua gave Juno a pained smile, nodding and bidding her farewell before groaning and hiding his face in his arms.

Though he was ashamed to admit it, Joshua would be lying if he said that whatever it was he felt for Juno, he had never felt this way even at his very best with Emma.

The fact Juno seemed to already know she had Joshua under her thumb only made matters worse.

-

The set was something out of Juno’s fantasy bedroom: shaggy red carpets, sheer heart-patterned curtains, a four-poster canopy bed with heart-shaped pillows, a fluffy cashmere red comforter, and a vanity set with various beauty products and perfumes for Juno to play with.

“You did all of this?” Juno gaped at the set design, climbing onto the bed and sitting back with her hands splayed across her spread thighs, grinning up at Joshua. “What if I said that you were a mastermind?”

Joshua rocked back on his heels and grinned, bashful underneath the shower of Juno’s compliments as she ooh’d and ahh’ed at the set design, something out of an seventies girlie flick.

“Do you like?” A lingerie brand sponsored Juno’s clothing for the ad; she wore a pale peachy tube top with a matching pair of high waisted boy shorts.

The singer showed off cream colored stocking covered legs to Joshua as if Juno were a doll he could purchase at the mall.

The stretchy and sheer material Juno’s top strained against her chest as she arched her back to gaze up at Joshua with her glossy brown eyes.

What Joshua wanted to say was not appropriate in front of the camera people and various staff gathered on set for the ad campaign shoot.

“You’re exactly who this ad needed,” Joshua replied dumbly, pretending to answer a phone call to hide how flustered he had become.

“You’re talkin’ nonsense.” Juno winked at Joshua as she tossed her shiny black hair over her tan shoulder. “But you’re right. I am.”

After an hour of photography, the crew broke for lunch, leaving Juno and Joshua alone in the bedroom set.

Juno played with the little purple bows of her bikini bottoms while quietly humming to herself, sipping on a juice box while she waited for production to resume. “So…” She looked up at Joshua through her thick, dark lashes. “…Any plans after this, J?”

Joshua shrugged, noncommittal, but knew it was time to make his move if he was picking up what Juno was signaling. “Take a bath, order food. Fall asleep to a documentary.” He was actually quite fond of this routine, it just wasn’t very fun to be alone.

“My friend is going back to London, her boyfriend just finished production on a film adaptation of The Green Knight.” Juno was still obsessing over the fact Joshua took baths.

Baths!

The moment Joshua fixed his face, Juno was going in, wanting to tear Joshua’s t-shirt into shreds with her heart shaped acrylics from how the conversation was strung along. “So, it’s just…little old me…alone… in this big city…”

Joshua thought he was going to die.

Logically, Joshua’s next option was to grab Juno’s stocking covered legs and pull her across the bed towards him. Juno shrieked and grabbed the front of Joshua’s t-shirt, crushing her candy apple lips against his.

Sighing and moaning in his mouth, Juno pulled Joshua atop her and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Hey, um, I don’t normally do things like this.” Joshua’s stubble scratched Juno’s neck and made her laugh softly as she ran her fingers through his silky, black curls.“Is this too forward?”

Juno was breathless between kisses, cheeks red and giggling as Joshua lifted her leg and pressed a kiss against her knee, inhaling her cherry-scented perfume. “I have been waiting for you to make a move since you sat me down on your bathroom counter and stared at my panties, Josh.”

Juno lay on her side, face-to-face with Joshua, wrapping her tan legs around his waist, taking Joshua’s face in her soft hands and giving him an open-mouthed and dirty kiss.

“You trust me?” Joshua was breathless between kisses as he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his fly. ‘This is insane. This is crazy.’ He was always warned to not let the CEO title go to his head at such a young age, but fuck it, it had gone to his head. “You want me?”

Juno licked her palm and shoved her hand down the front of Joshua’s boxers, massaging his throbbing erection with her clever hands. “Joshua, the night we met, you took my dress off in an alley and then we fell asleep on your couch.”

‘That’s a good point.’ Joshua thought as Juno pulled back and stroked Joshua’s cheek with her thumb, bumping his sharp nose with hers. “Of course, I trust you.” Juno sighed when he kissed her again.

“…Are we about to have sex?” Juno’s brown eyes glinted with mischief when she asked the question.

Joshua’s dark eyes narrowed, seizing her ankles, Joshua guided them from resting on his hips to slowly onto his broad shoulders. “Is this okay?” He watched Juno nod eagerly while taking his hands and cupping her breasts, massaging them in his large, warm palms while they kissed.

Joshua rubbed his thumb across Juno’s nipple until it hardened underneath his fingertips, traveling down her toned abdomen to push her boy shorts to the side.

The closer Juno’s shoulders were to her knees, the deeper Joshua went to penetrate her at a better angle.

Joshua dug his fingers into Juno’s hips, sweat dripping down his forehead and lungs hard-pressed for air as he fucked Juno sideways on the bedroom set.

“Oh my God,” Joshua panted as the bed’s iron-wrought headboard rattled frantically against the wall. “We need to stop, June,” He felt Juno’s body shake from laughter, stretched out underneath him on the bed.

“Joshua Madika, if you stop right now I’ll break your dick off.” Juno threatened while clawing at Joshua’s chest and shoulders. “This is so fucking hot.”

No one had touched Juno there in a damn hot minute and she wasn’t going to let Mr. CEO hold out on her!

Taking this as a challenge, Joshua reached down and rubbed her clit, watching intently as Juno began to shake, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Yes, Daddy!"

Joshua let out something mixed with a shocked laugh and a swear as Juno orgasmed, she used his broad shoulders as leverage to bounce on his cock. “Daddy, huh?”

Laughing incredulously, Joshua’s voice was husky and low as his large hands traveled up and down Juno’s body, her back arching underneath him. “You want Daddy to make you come?” He said it in an almost patronizing tone, brow furrowing condescendingly as he leaned in as if to kiss her, stopping only an inch away from Juno’s face to tease her.

Juno wanted to kiss Joshua and make him die. “You’re such a jerk,” She grunted and tossed her head back, her silky, black hair splayed across the pillows when Joshua pulled out and put her pussy in his face. “Why haven’t you asked me out yet?”

“I didn’t want to come across too strong,” Joshua flicked his tongue back and forth across Juno’s slick thighs and pussy. “We both got dumped,” Juno thought it was cute how Joshua carried on such a conversation while sucking on her clit. “I don’t want you to think whatever this is between us, is a rebound.”

“I don’t want us to be a rebound, either.” Juno’s lips parted in an ‘O’ shape, resting her sweaty forehead against Joshua’s when he finished making her come again with his tongue thrusting in and out of her pussy. “I really like you, Joshua.”

Joshua sweetly brushed Juno’s sweaty hair out of her face. “I really like you too, Junie. Can I-“

“Josh…?” Juno interrupted, brows furrowed as she gently patted his bicep to get his attention. “Is that camera still rolling?”

Joshua sat up with Juno still in his arms, grabbing his glasses when Juno knocked them off his face when they first began making out.

The red light was on and blinking.

Recording.

-

“It looks bad.”

Joshua pulled editor, Rahul, out of the lunch break to look over the footage after Joshua got rid of the ruined bed set, excusing the rest of the crew from work for a full paid day off due to ‘Technical difficulties.’

“Yeah, I know it looks bad.” Joshua’s jawline flexed, wanting to stay on the good side of the man who had evidence of a Juno J. sex tape.

But Joshua’s stomach was twisting, heart was pounding and lightheaded from fear of what might happen to him and more importantly Juno if this was leaked. “I have an idea to fix it if you’re willing to hear me out.”

Rahul grinned and rubbed his fingers together. “What’s your price, boss?” Joshua huffed and gave his editor the remaining cash in his wallet, and threw in his watch for good measure.

“How was it?” Juno was sat at the vanity, using the products to cover the evidence of hickeys and bruises. “Joshua, I am so sorry-“ He knelt beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, rubbing them comfortingly.

“It’s all been sorted, everything is fine.” Juno noticed Joshua’s watch was missing but chose not to address it at the moment. “I owe you my whole life.”

Joshua shook his head; waving his hand as if to dismiss the thought. “I don’t know if now is the appropriate time, but I wanted to circle back to a conversation we were having earlier while…entangled?” Embarrassed by his choice of words, Joshua groaned and ducked his head low.

The singer grinned at him in the reflection of the mirror. “Oh?” Juno felt the heat radiating off of Joshua as he wrapped his arms around the back of her chair and leaned in close, his lips against her perfumed neck.

“Can I take you out?” Joshua heard a faint ringing in his ears as Juno hummed thoughtfully with a grin, as if she were consulting her reflection in the vanity’s mirrors. “I swear to buy you dinner first before I take you home.”

Juno turned her head and hooked her index finger underneath Joshua’s chin, kissing him sweetly. “Yes.” She sighed into his mouth, placing her hands on either side of Joshua’s face and scratching the stubble on his jawline.

“It’s a date.” Joshua sighed dreamily against Juno’s lips, feeling like a lovesick teenager as he practically floated out of the studio on a pink cloud and to his car.

Joshua was unwinding for the evening after one of the most stressful and best days of his life when he got an email with an mp3 file attached to it from Juno.

‘coming soon…mp3. 💌’

[wishesunderthestars]

Eunoia // The First Christmas

Summary: An Eunoia Christmas special in which the pack spends their first Christmas together.

Word Count: 2.6k+

Masterlist

It’s the most wonderful time of the year…

Christmas music poured out of the large speakers in the living room. A cozy fire was burning in the grand fireplace and colorful socks, large and small, were hanging from the mantle. Firewood was stacked next to it in a box painted with stars and mistletoes. The soothing smell of firewood mingled with the sugary aroma of all the desserts that were laid on every available surface.

Four different kinds of cookies—sugar cookies with icing in the shapes of Christmas trees, snowmen and snowflakes,  chocolate chip cookies, chocolate crinkle cookies, and of course gingerbread cookies—, red velvet cake, cinnamon rolls, black forest yule log, cupcakes of various flavors, espresso martini brownies and a massive gingerbread house currently residing in the middle of the dining table. All of them homemade.

You had been cooking and baking since the previous day to have everything ready for Christmas dinner. You had jokingly suggested ordering everything to avoid the hustle and it had sent Seokjin into a frenzy, spluttering and scolding you while threateningly holding a large rolling pin. You hadn’t suggested it again.

Most of Christmas Eve had been spent in the kitchen and everyone in the family had offered a helping hand. You, Seokjin, and Yoongi were in the center of the action as the ones with the most experience in cooking. You worked together like a well-oiled machine, dividing the tasks and handing things to each other. You had put on music and danced around while the younger ones tried to steal bites of whatever you were making. It was so much fun, you hadn’t noticed the day passing until Jimin came to drag you to the living room to watch Home Alone.

You had been invited to more than five Christmas parties, including a charity ball hosted by your parents. Your mother had expressed her deep disappointment when you had rejected the invitation without an explanation. For the first time, you didn’t care at all. This Christmas you would do what you actually wanted to do with the people you loved.

For the special occasion, you had bought a form-fitting green velvet dress cinched at the right hip with three white crystals and ending above your knees. A section of your hair was pinned to the side with a diamond clip and you had kept your makeup simple but elegant with red lips and neutral eyeshadows.

“John texted that they are on the way,” Namjoon said, appearing at the door of your bedroom. He was wearing a black turtleneck with a blazer over it. Everyone was dressing a little more formally for the dinner.

“Give me a minute, I’m almost ready.” You looked at yourself in the mirror again. It wasn’t nearly as extravagant as what you used to wear at the balls hosted by your parents but you liked this so much more. The finishing touch was a simple diamond teardrop necklace.

Namjoon came to stand behind you and took the necklace from your hands. “Let me.” He brushed your hair to the side before settling the necklace against your collarbones and clipping it. He placed a kiss on the side of your neck, soft as the touch of a butterfly, before taking your hand and leading you outside. His touch still ignited a fire within you, strong and steady. “You look perfect. As usual.”

“Cheeky wolf,” you said, pushing his chest lightly.

The Christmas tree towered over everything in the living room. It was the biggest one you had found and the top of the star was touching the ceiling, even though the walls in the Castle were pretty tall. Normally, you would go for something smaller that was easy to decorate but that wasn’t a problem now. Hoseok had spotted this one at the Christmas Tree Farm and had called everyone over to see it, they all got so excited and you couldn’t deny them. So you had one of the largest Christmas trees you had ever seen in your living room.

A huge Christmas tree also meant more ornaments and more lights, which prompted a long trip to the mall and three carts full of Christmas decorations. Last Christmas, you had only decorated the main rooms with Helen’s help. After your breakup and considering your busy schedule, you hadn’t been in the mood to celebrate. After all, you went home only to sleep. This year, you weren’t alone anymore—you were starting to realize that you were never truly alone—and you promised yourself you would make this the best Christmas for your family.

You decorated every single room in the house, spending hours on ladders and dividing ornaments, and sticking lights on the walls. It was worth it to see their smiles. For most of them, it would be the first proper Christmas they experienced.

Jungkook was hopping up and down all the time the first few days, carrying his sketchbook everywhere to draw the tree and the lights and the animated Christmas villages, trains, and houses placed all over the Castle. For Taehyung, it was the first time he was seeing a Christmas tree up close and he couldn’t take his eyes away from it. The first night after decorating it, he didn’t want to go back to his room. You wouldn’t let him sleep on the couch alone so you carried the extra mattress you kept in the storage closet and you, Jimin, and Taehyung slept underneath the lights of the Christmas tree.

Gifts were overflowing now, spilling past the edges of the tree and taking up a lot of the floor space. Small and large ones, in colorful wrapping paper, red, green, silver, gold, and every color you could imagine. You had agreed to wait until after dinner when everyone was here to exchange gifts.

Hoseok and Yoongi were nestled together in a heavy red blanket on the couch, a Hallmark movie playing on the TV. Yoongi’s cheeks were dusted pink, probably from a venture outside.

They both turned at the sound of your heels on the floor.

Hoseok gazed at you in appreciation. “Green looks really good on you. You look incredible.”

“Thank you,” you said, doing a little curtsy. “I would say the same about you but I can’t see underneath that blanket. It isn’t even cold in here.” If anything, the Castle had great heating and the fireplace was also adding to the warmth.

He ran his hand over the blanket. “But I like it. It’s cozy.”

“You’ll wrinkle your shirt. Get out of the blanket and let me see your clothes. John will be here soon and Amelia won’t be far behind.”

“Come on,” Yoongi told him, pushing the blanket off. Hoseok giggled and waited for Yoongi to take his hands to pull him up. “I have to go to the kitchen to check on the food, anyways.”

Yoongi was wearing a blood-red silk shirt and black pants. His hair, the longest it had been since you met him, was framing his face in soft waves. Hoseok had unbuttoned his red velvet blazer leaving his sheer white shirt in view.

“You both look amazing,” you said, clapping your hands. The excitement of the day was making you a little giddy. “Let’s go to the kitchen then.”

“I’ll go to the kitchen, you’ll stay here and wait for our guests.” Yoongi stopped you, throwing an easy smile over his shoulder.

“Seriously?” you asked, crossing your arms.

He paused and turned around. “Deadly so,” he said. “We don’t want you ruining your dress.”

Hoseok laughed, loud and bold, the way you loved. The house got a little brighter, a little warmer.

“He’s talking as if his shirt alone doesn’t cost a thousand dollars,” you muttered.

“Does he know that?” Namjoon asked.

“I’m sure he does, we went to the boutique together and the total was out of this world.”

The shirt was from the new Valentino collection and soon after it had been launched, you had been invited to the boutique to take a look at the new pieces. You didn’t remember why and how Yoongi had tagged along but you did remember that you had spent five hours trying on clothes and commenting on each look. You had left the boutique with fifteen more pieces than you had estimated and your card thousands of dollars lighter.

You picked up the discarded blanket Yoongi and Hoseok had been wrapped up in and folded it, placing it over the arm of the couch. You surveyed the room once again to make sure that everything was in place. Because of your job, you had learned to instantly spot if anything was amiss during any given scene. It wasn’t like any of your guests would care about a mismatched candle or a wrinkled tablecloth but you were a perfectionist in every aspect of your life.

“It smells like a sweets factory in here,” you said. “I’m not sure it was a good idea to put everything out already. Alice will want to eat the cookies as soon as she sees them.”

Hoseok took a deep breath of the sweet aroma. Cinnamon and sugar, chocolate and vanilla. “I want to eat them. But I’m too afraid of Jin.”

“We did spend hours making this dinner. Believe me, you won’t regret waiting.”

Hoseok took your hand in his. “I’m sure I won’t. Everything already smells delicious.”

“It must be almost ready,” Namjoon said, just as Jimin walked out of the kitchen.

The cat hybrid was wearing an electric blue flowy velvet jacket, a low-cut black shirt, and black pants. A black choker hugged his neck, expensive lace in swirling patterns and from it, blue tourmaline stones fell like teardrops.

Jungkook followed him. Like Namjoon, he was dressed in all black, a black satin shirt, unbuttoned at the top, and black dress pants. Half of his hair was pulled up, showcasing the silver earrings in the shape of arrows adorning his ears while a silver necklace dipped down his chest.  

They bounced to you, their smiles widening. You stopped them before they could reach you, already knowing what they were going to do. “No one mess with my lipstick, I just applied it and red lipstick is very easy to smudge.”

Jimin pouted, his bottom lip sticking out. The lip tint he had applied painted his lips a dark rosy hue, the gloss making them shine. You had to hold yourself back from doing exactly what you had warned them against.

“But… We’ll be careful,” Jungkook said, eyes wide the way he knew could get the pack to do anything for him.

“Photos first, then dinner, then we’ll see.” Jungkook pouted too. The last thing you wanted was John asking if you had started eating without them, already knowing that that wasn’t the reason. To appease the younger ones, you pulled them both in a hug and they instantly melted against you, wrapping their arms around your waist. “Our guests are almost here, just wait an hour or so.”

You felt Jungkook nod before both of them started scenting you. You couldn’t appreciate it the way a hybrid would but it was enough for you to see how it settled them to have your scent of them and leave their scent on you. As long as it made them happy, you didn’t care about anything else.

Regardless of what Yoongi said, you made your way to the chef’s kitchen next. You hadn’t touched the other kitchen, which was decorated for the holidays with a Christmas tree, garlands on the countertops, and ornaments on each cupboard’s handle. It would be a shame to dirty it. For as much cooking you had done and all the dishes you had made in just two days, the kitchen should be a disaster—flour everywhere, various ingredients littered on the counters, bowls, pans, and pots piled in the sink. It was the opposite. Everything was in its proper place, the countertops shining.

Yoongi had the underrated but very much appreciated habit of putting everything back in place after he was done with it and cleaning as he went along. He had claimed he needed a clean space to work so you and Seokjin had also tried to do the same to help him along. As a result, the chef’s kitchen was now spotless.

Seokjin was decorating the last dish, a perfectly roasted lamb surrounded by baby potatoes on a huge golden platter. Taehyung was plastered to his back, looking over his shoulder at what he was doing. Seokjin was so used to having one of the youngest hybrids stuck to him that he didn’t even bat an eye. Yoongi was standing next to them, surveying the results of the long day of cooking looking pleased.

“It smells incredible, my mouth may have started watering,” you said.

“It came out really good,” Seokjin said, pouring the glaze carefully. “I hope they’ll like it. It could have used a few more spices and I forgot to-”

“Shhhh.” Taehyung’s deep voice stopped his rambling before it could begin. “It’s perfect.”

You place a hand on Seokjin’s arm “They’ll love it, believe me. It will be the best Christmas dinner they’ve ever had.”

Seokjin put the sauce down and looked at the finished dish. He had pushed the sleeves of his white shirt up and his black and gold blazer was thrown over the back of one of the chairs. “Everything is ready. Should we bring the dishes out?” He looked up at you then and you noticed how his eyes trailed on your body appreciatively. “Wow, someone looks good tonight.”

“We all look really good tonight,” you said. “We’ll take so many photos. So many photos.”

Yoongi groaned but you knew he didn’t mind. He pretended he didn’t like it but never told you no even if you were taking photos for an hour, trying to find the perfect shot. That one had been a very long afternoon.

Taehyung turned around, resting his cheek on Seokjin’s back. The edges of his smile blurred, his lips falling open. “Green- You look beautiful in green.”

You had worn green on a different night too. A beautiful long dress in a similar shade to the one you were wearing. You had wanted to burn it, to rip it apart with scissors after everything was done. Such a magnificent dress had turned hideous in your eyes because it represented the most awful parts of luxury, the most awful parts of humanity.

You hadn’t worn a green dress since then.

“Are you okay, baby?” you asked, caressing his cheek. You didn’t want to bring it up, you didn’t want to speak about that awful night. Not when this was supposed to be a joyous day.

Taehyung leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. “I’m happy. You really look beautiful in green.”

“Thank you,” you said. Both of you had come a long way.

The sound of the doorbell echoed through the house.

You smoothed down your dress. “Our guests are here. I’ll go greet then and I’ll come back to help.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Yoongi said, shooing you away. “Go greet them and make small talk or whatever people do at these things. We’ve got this handled.”

“Fine, fine,” you said in the end.

Namjoon had already opened the door when you walked into the living room. John was helping Alice take off her red coat while his wife put her own coat on the coat hanger on the wall by the door. Amelia did the same while talking to her. Jimin and Jungkook were hugging Astrid and Taylor, who was holding a transparent bag with what you guessed was an enormous box of desserts inside. As if you needed more.

“Merry Christmas!” you greeted them.

Alice struggled out of the last sleeve and ran to you, throwing herself around your waist and almost sending both of you toppling over.

“Merry Christmas!” she shouted.

“Merry Christmas,” everyone echoed. 

Please comment and reblog it motivates me to keep writing

[mildmayfoxe]

glass of espresso martini (with milk) and my final slice of lemon cake from last week (finally). and SWEET HOME ALABAMA (2002) which i have not seen

[i-love-all-things-camp]

✴THE BUDDIE WEDDING✴

Part 7 - The Reception

✴Let the party begin!!!!!!✴

Buck and Eddie enter the reception in their super cool white outfits (see Part 5) while Whatta Man plays. Everyone get wasted and lights the dance floor on fire.

Food

Abuela and Pepa are in charge of the menu (Eddie offered to get a caterer but they insisted)

They compromised by letting Buck help them cook (Eddie's not allowed in the kitchen

The meal is all things Mexican cuisine (tacos, tamales, quesadilla, etc.)

Cake

3 Tiers decorated as seen in the board

Each tier is a different flavor, vanilla, chocolate, and red velvet, bc Buck couldn't decide one

There is also a matching cupcakes tower

Drinks

There ofc is an open bar with signature drinks!:

Buck's Bold Margarita 🍸✨

Eddie's Elegant Old Fashioned 🥃🍒

The Buckley-Diaz Daiquiri 🍹🍓

(Honorable Mention for "Evan's Electrifying Espresso Martini" but i thought that might be a little too on the nose lol)

First Dance Song

Let's Stay Together by Al Green (this just feels like a song Eddie would choose)

Lyrics: "Let's stay together (together) Loving you whether, whether Times are good or bad, happy or sad"

Speeches

All of the wedding party give speeches all along the lines of "we all knew this was coming."

Athena's speech is hilarious and a crowd favorite

Bobby cries and brings everyone to tears (So does Maddie's)

Playlist

What I Like About You by The Romantics (bc ofc)

Dancing In The Dark by Bruce Springsteen (apparently Buck and Bobby went to a Springsteen concert together in s1???)

My Sharona by The Knacks

More Than a Feeling by Boston

(did this slightly turn into dad rock playlist? yes. is the whole playlist linked in my bio? also yes ;))

Part 8

Main Post

[noxtms]

❝   MR AND MRS HEATH PARKINSON request the honour of your presence at the marriage of their daughter pansy bedelia to marcus tybalt the 3rd, child of mrs bora flint at ilkley, cheshire on wednesday, the 25th of december, 2024, starting at 1 o'clock with dining, dancing and happily ever after to follow. black tie is essential, and it is the happy couple's request that children outside of the family members fulfilling named roles on their special day be kept at home. please rsvp as soon as possible to mrs vana parkinson, and if attending, complete the meal card attached with your preferences !  ❞

IN CHARACTER :

the parkinson / flint wedding ( promised to be the event of the season by witch weekly way back at the very start of the year ) has been a long time coming, and no one wishes more than pansy & marcus that it had kept coming ! arranged by their parents some years ago as a way of both bolstering marcus in public opinion after a disastrous media run and ensuring that heath parkinson's daughter was no longer living on his dime, preparations for their special day have taken years. everything from the overall theme to the location to the people that are making up the wedding parties has changed a hundred times over in the time it's taken to get them to this day, but here we are, and here they are on december 25th, 2024.

held at a POPULAR wixen venue just outside of ilkley, cheshire, the couple have cleanly avoided any temptation they may have had to inject some christmas cheer into their special day by giving strict instruction to the organisers to keep the snow and the cold snap at bay. stepping into the lantern & candlelit woods is like stepping into another world; the temperature is kept toasty enough for guests to walk around barearmed thanks to several powerful charms operating around the area, and the woodlands themselves are untouched by the snow that settles on the outskirts of them. wander too far off the beaten track and you will, of course, wander out of the range of all the protective magic being employed - but with so much to enjoy right there, why would anyone want to wander ?

guests are welcome to grab an espresso martini - the first of several wedding favors that also include personalised matchbooks, a strip of photos from an old style booth and bubbles to blow as the happy couple walk back down the aisle, arm in arm - as soon as they arrive, and are invited to mill around the dinner and ballroom areas until it comes to time to take their seat by the aisle. the orchestral band hired for the start of the event will be playing covers of popular love songs - wix and muggle alike - for now, and leaving sometime after the ceremony concludes to make way for the dj, a popular witch you might recognise from her stints at amortentia. a four course meal will be served promptly at 6, with the five tier cake decorated with flowers and foliage not nearly as exciting for everyone involved as the champagne tower that'll be filled, sometime after. all in all, it's set to be a traditional wixen ceremony with a traditional sort of afters, though anyone who knows pansy and marcus knows that the likelihood of everything being exactly as it seems is slim !

OUT OF CHARACTER:

we delayed for some very good reasons, but it's finally time for the wedding of the season ! with lucius malfoy's death earlier this year ( in our season two finale ), i always figured we'd have to take our first ever break from the malfoy family ball, and the parkinson & flint wedding has been in the works for a good long while, so what a good replacement it makes ! once complete, we'll be transitioning into 2025, and i've got a couple things up my sleeve before our five year anniversary period ! <3

this event will begin tonight, the 10th of january and run for two weeks, bringing us up to the 24th ! it'll be run in two parts, with the transition to the afters happening after a week - you'll have to keep an eye out for that post ! in character, it's taking place on december 25th !

no character is actually required to attend the wedding, nor are you yourself required to take part, but everyone's encouraged to find a reason to be there ! whether they'd have actually gotten an invite of their own isn't really that important, since it can be assumed that a lot of invites went out at random and there's always the option of coming as a plus one !

like our bach parties, this event will run both on discord & dash, just to make it a bit easier for people to take part since we're currently in what i always consider a busy period ! any posts going onto the dash should be tagged with nox.event046, and the location for anyone who tags it is ilkley, cheshire.

if you have any questions, comments or concerns, just send them through to the main ! and please give this post a like once you've read it !

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you 🤝 me drunk posting!! any under-the-influence lawlight headcanons you’d be willing to share? (please disregard if you’re not comfortable posting about this!)

HI I DID NOT SEE THIS LAST TIME! I am however inebriated again SO!

Not sure if you are asking about Lawlight getting drunk OR my secret Lawlight takes that I will only reveal when drunk. So have both!

Drunk!Light

Light is a total lightweight

He’s a flirty drunk too, he’s gets so talkative and just looks at people with this intensity that he doesn’t even realize is completely disarming

Never drank before college so it really does a number on him when he does indulge because he has no tolerance

Light drunk calls L (in the manga Light is the only one with L’s personal cell) and says things he shouldn’t say (read Tell Me I’m Good by Translightyagami, it’s art and cannon)

He prefers the sweeter drinks but he’ll never admit it. If he’s going to drink gin, it’s flavored. I also think Light would adore a espresso martini or an Irish coffee

He pretends to be a wine snob, but only really knows the basics. Enough to impress the random person (but L can see through it)

Light is still too sheepish to share a beer with his father. He also hates beer which.. doesn’t help. (I’m projecting here, shhhh)

Light is prone to tripping, he gets a bit red in the face. It’s clear when he’s had too much

Drunk!L

Can drink most people under the table which is surprising given how thin he is!

Drinks mostly hard liquors, but only the sort that are almost medicinal in how sickly sweet they art

He adores ice wine

Loves to have a snack when drunk. He’ll get through a whole cake on his own. It’s sort of impressive

Not exactly a social drunk, but he just starts to ask incredibly invasive questions. It’s really the only visible sign he’s drunk

Not a wine/alcohol snob, but he does have the actual knowledge that Light lacks

He will drink and then lay on the floor because it feels SO good

He likes to be around drunk people while he’s drunk because people tend to drop their walls. It’s easier to unmask around drunk people because everyone is just ready to accept things and drop social rules. It’s just so much easier, it makes him feel… normal. (Am i projecting. MAYBE) This is less fun, but I also think he had a drinking problem when he was a teen for this reason.

My secret takes!

Light is bad at sex — but I’ll say this at any time. I’ll write a thesis on this.

Light cries durring sex and L finds it soooo hot. It’s not about Light’s pain, it’s about his humanity. His total vulnerability.

L has a lot a LOT of trauma as an adopted person. This is where is obsession with being the best and winning comes from — I am projecting HARD right now and this is why this is a drunk confession

L is kind of a freak. I’m telling you not even just in a fun way. He’s concerning. He’s also a total voyer. I wish more people would lean in to this ( read Oleander! I forget who it’s by right now, but I’ll update when sober)