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Eat The Rich
Jay X Y/N
Genre: Romance/Angst/ Fluff
Word Count: 4K+
Warning: extremely suggestive, profanity, hatred against the rich, discusses the male gaze, violence and possession.
Synopsis: As your boyfriend, Park Jongseong, takes you to one of his high-stakes business events, you find yourself enduring the pretentious, cutthroat atmosphere of the dinner. You're determined to maintain his reputation, especially since he's trying to win the favour of a powerful chaebol. But things become hazy when the blonde chaebol's gaze lingers on you for too long.
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The large dining hall was illuminated with ambient candles and dim yellow chandeliers, an aura of sophistication and formality enveloping the expanse. Blue orchids occupied every table followed by a bottle of champagne, wine glasses and plates full of rich seafood such as smoked salmon with caviar and potato pancakes. The air was disturbingly thick with branded scents wafting off people, mixing with the smell of fish and flowers.
The massive hall suffocated you, making you clench your purse tighter.
High-society events had always sounded uncomfortable, but nothing could have prepared you for this trainwreck. It felt like a battle of the wealthy: women draped in brands you'd never heard of, exchanging fake laughs and snide remarks as they clung to their cashmere shawls, beaded with pleated gold—at least, that’s what you were told. If you had the choice, you’d never again breathe near these oblivious, high-nosed women, flaunting their lavish lifestyles, all thanks to their hardworking husbands.
They seemed untouchable, speaking the language of arrogance. They reminded you of your felines—aloof and haughty, exuding an air of superiority but ultimately ignorant.
As you sat there, dolled up in your tight-fitted dress, the thought of eating the rich lingered in your mind. You'd come across the phrase on social media and analyzed it through the lens of an unbiased journalist, but now, you couldn’t help but draw drastic conclusions.
Their world felt grotesquely split—luxury on the surface, emptiness beneath. They wore their generational wealth like a costume, but without it, they were nothing more than overgrown children in oversized suits, throwing around big words with small minds. Theatrical, pretentious, drowning in self-importance. Strip away the pretence, and they were exposed—hollow, unremarkable, and utterly unaware of how insignificant they truly were.
You desperately avoided these events. So what if your boyfriend, Park Jongseong, is one of the businessmen, featured in Times magazine as the hottest emerging entrepreneur in South Korea? A mere student of journalism, unfamiliar with the highs and lows of elitist culture, surely adds nothing to such obnoxious events.
But this time, he dragged your misfit ass to accompany him and formally introduce yourself to the crowds.
Jay was required to attend such events and ever since he told you about the women throwing themselves at him, you couldn’t help slip into an elegant dress and rush to join his side.
You paused, lips thin against the rim of your glass as you caught sight of your boyfriend in a black suit, wearing a blank expression on his face as a domineering aura surrounded him. You could tell he liked the gathering just as much as you did with the way his gaze was stoic and lips sealed.
This was the first time you had agreed to join him in such an event and you were glad you did.
He looked awfully handsome, his chocolate eyes brimming glowing in the hall's darkness. Sharp jawline set in a stiff smile and lips pink and wet from his drink as he nodded at his seatmate’s words. He was the centre of attention, not just because of his appearance but also his charming character.
Park Jongseong was the sole owner of X company, a name now included in the world’s largest food industries. Jay worked his way up the ladder despite having zero connections to big shots in the marketing industry. He worked with integrity and preserved quality in his brand. It was hard to access bigger doors in this dog-eat-dog world, but your boyfriend’s dedication to his craft and refusal to compromise on ethics bore the seeds of success.
Whilst most companies undermined him, the public seemed to appreciate his rigidity and soon he was opening up branches all over the world. Garnering praise from overseas magazines, every businessman was wary of his character. He had started at the bottom of the chain and earned his way up, struggle after struggle.
You were so proud to call him yours.
“My husband wanted to donate to the local NGO, but I was against it because we already paid for the church reconstruction. We take part in various charitable events, you see.”
How were the two situations remotely related? You wanted to voice out your distaste. Instead, you bit your tongue and smiled bitterly.
You searched for your boyfriend on the other table and noticed his curious gaze already trained on you. He carefully read your expression and immediately caught onto your discomfort, rising from his seat to approach you.
You watched narrowly as he crossed the large expanse, grabbed your hand and tugged you towards him. The five ladies on the table quickly quietened, jaw parting in disbelief as they greeted Jay in coy and shy voices. They sounded sugary sweet as if they weren’t already married; it made you want to smack them in the face with their Hermes bags.
Jay wrapped his arm around your waist, nodding at the ladies but never sparing them a glance as he led you away. You almost flipped off the flustered women but restrained yourself, knowing you couldn’t afford to smear Jay’s reputation by falling into a girly scuffle.
“You gotta pay me back for saving your ass back there,” he whispered against your ear, and chills quickly ran along your spine. You laughed at the smirk developing on his face.
“I didn’t need any saving,” you huffed, your challenging gaze daring him to say otherwise. He pinched the bridge of his nose with a soft smile, “We’ll see about that at home.”
Your stomach flipped.
Jay casually pulled you to his table and sat you down beside him, securing an arm behind your chair.
You instantly tensed up, surveying the intimidating circle of important looking people staring your way. Jay was currently sitting around huge business tycoons and their spouses.
A blonde man sitting opposite Jay caught your eye, and you froze. One of the most important men of the night, an old chaebol sat across from you, the man Jay was bidding on for future collaborations to invest in his dream project. Though nepotism was widespread, like an infectious disease in today’s world, these dinners were held to offer a chance for rising stars to socialize and build connections.
You straightened up your spine and flashed a soft smile.
“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.”
“Oh, young love!” One of the older couples gleefully chimed, and you smiled bashfully. “Aren’t they adorable?” Jay held the woman’s softened gaze.
“How wonderful to have such a young charming man all to yourself,” a middle-aged lady, sat beside her husband, covered in an expensive leopard fur coat claimed, an envious smile straining her wrinkles.
You nodded, but Jay shook his head dismissively.
“I’ve always been the lucky one.”
You felt a wave of emotions hurl up in your chest.
Jay spent long, struggling for every minuscule opportunity, and he deserved every ounce of the success. You were merely fortunate enough to love him through it all. For him to blatantly praise you before such a crowd, it tugged at your heart and made you want to cover him in kisses.
Since you’d met him, you were certain that nothing was unattainable when a man as keen and passionate as Park Jongseong stood by your side. You were definitely the luckier one.
You wanted to throw away everything to make him happy.
“How beautiful.”
Caught off guard, you spun to the origin of the voice. The chaebol, was staring—gawking at you.
With complacency in his tone and a sickening smirk on his lips, you suddenly felt under the spotlight.
“Are you currently studying?” He slurred, his accent becoming thicker with intent.
You felt chills run down your spine as you noticed his pupils wandering to your cleavage. You shifted in your seat, feeling regretful at your choice of dressing. It wasn’t even obscene, a casual midi dress with a silver of collarbone and the tiniest hint of cleavage. Nothing newsworthy. Yet you felt putrid.
You never wanted anyone to stare at you like that. It made your insides crawl. It made you feel insignificant, demoralized and inferior.
You knew his intentions were foul, but you refrained from showing a slight hint of it in your demeanour. It didn’t matter. You wouldn’t see him ever again after tonight, and this was Jay’s only chance at securing a life-changing deal, forming a once-in-a-lifetime connection.
You gulped and smiled indifferently.
“Journalism,” you responded dryly and blinked away.
You noticed Jay’s hand clench into a fist under the table and panic rippled in your chest. You quickly rubbed at his knuckles, fear racking your head as you flashed a nervous smile.
You knew better than to tick him off. Jay would singlehandedly destroy anyone who looked at you with ill intentions. You were a witness to it once at a party.
Wasted after a university gathering, a man tried to take you home despite your continuous rejection. Your friends saw your discomfort and dialled up your boyfriend’s number, who immediately took off with Heeseung’s motorbike and arrived like a thunderstorm, knocking the man’s front tooth out. With bloodied knuckles and a scowling face, you remembered him screaming in the alleyway as the cops came to the man’s rescue.
Poor Heeseung was left stranded in the middle of a worksite drenched in pouring rain. When you asked Jay why he opted for a bike instead of his car, he said the traffic was at its worst and had he taken his car, he’d have a hit-and-run case on his back trying to get to you.
“Jay,” you muttered, your mind going blank as you noticed the awakening demon in his eyes; his predatory stare trained at the man, his jaw clenched.
You suddenly wanted to evaporate. You tried to appease him as you stroked his knuckles, your soft skin gliding against his callous one. He gripped your hand tightly but kept his drilling gaze trained on the blonde man.
“Journalism? A beauty with brains.” His eyes were hazy and tone lousy due to heavy alcohol consumption.
His eyes again feasted at your exposed skin and you shrunk into your chair, your heart clashing against your chest.
“Lower your gaze.”
Dead silence.
The smiles dropped like a domino effect as men shifted in their seats, discomfort straining their wrinkled features. The males were used to the chaebol’s indecent behaviour… some even welcomed it— what’s a few demeaning remarks towards their women if they’ll win the favour of the world’s richest man?
The blatant call out and Jay’s scornful gaze had everyone sweating in their formal suits. The tension grew thick, and your throat tightened in alarm. Your hold on Jay’s hand grew tighter, forcing him to look at you.
“I’m fine, don’t do anything rash.”
But it seemed like your plea went through him, unheard.
His tense fist and determined stare directed at the chaebol made you realize that another word from the blonde would get Jay spiralling. You had to get out of here before it was too late.
You gave his hand another squeeze.
“Excuse me, I’m heading to the washroom,” you hurriedly announced, flashing Jay a complacent smile.
You didn’t look back as you hurried to the washrooms. You planned on spending the rest of the night in the lavatory since the party was awfully disappointing.
You wanted to be with Jay but not under the current circumstances. The blonde pervert was the most influential in this field and this country, and you wanted to do nothing that sabotaged your boyfriend’s future goals.
You locked yourself in one of the stalls and sat down annoyedly.
It was supposed to be a fun night out with your boyfriend.
You didn’t know a rich party full of influential businessmen was just a pathetic battle of the egos. To think, you skipped catching up with your favourite anime for this bullshit party. You grumbled spitefully, massaging your forehead in slow circles, hoping to ease the building ache.
“Excuse me,” you heard a shrill voice call out as someone knocked from outside.
You sat up alarmed.
“Yes?” You replied unsurely.
“I think your boyfriend is outside waiting for you.”
You jumped up, your eyes zeroing as you whipped the door open.
A brunette-haired woman you recognized as the server stood before you. “You’re Mr. Park’s girlfriend, right? He asked me to check inside for you,” she smiled and stepped to the sink, resuming to wash her hands.
You rushed for the door and yanked it open.
As expected, your boyfriend was stationed against the wall, his eyes already on yours, needy and impatient. He pulled you close to him, his fingers grazing your exposed neckline as he breathed you in.
“We’re going home,” he announced against your neck.
You nodded hesitantly, aware of his turmoil. You knew your boyfriend’s instincts were borderline predatory when he suspected your discomfort; it must have taken everything in him to not stalk over to the chaebol and smack him in the face.
Jay grabbed your hand and marched out to the hall.
The hall grew painfully silent like a funeral as you made your way down the carpet. Confusedly, you looked around, noticing everyone staring. Thick, suffocating tension persisted in the air as if a fire was brewing. It seemed like everyone had something to say but they were holding back. You looked back at your boyfriend, but he marched ahead, unaffected.
Anyone you passed, you heard a brief gasp escape their chest. You wondered what had happened for everyone to be so horrified and meek around him.
Your gaze fearfully drifted to the table with the chaebol and your heart dropped in your stomach. A dark red bruise circled the chaebol’s right eye, his pupil dilated and trembling with fear.
When you both were in the car park, you pulled at his arm, a gasp ringing loud.
“Jay, what the fuck? How could you attack him?” You gasped, finding it hard to process what you had just seen. He didn’t respond, keeping a moderate pace towards the car.
“Jay, I’m talking to you!” You shrieked, voice trembling with horror.
He finally halted in his tracks and turned towards you, his eyes burning with seething anger, his fists still clenched, a bluish bruise starting to form on his right knuckles.
“We need to get out of here before I do something much worse,” he spat, staring at you like a madman, running a hand through his gelled hair, voice thick with anguish.
You felt frustration building in your chest and your eyes burned with tears.
“That deal…” Your voice trembled. “Do you think he’ll let this go? He won’t—!” You cried, your head pounding.
You clung to his arm. “Let’s go back inside and apologise—”
Jay jerked his arm free, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists. “Apologise? Have you lost your mind?” His voice boomed across the empty lot, his gaze piercing through you like poison.
“You’ve worked so hard Jay!”
Jay was adamant about establishing himself. Never losing sight of his goals, he spent a year giving his all to his startup.
He earned investments after sacrificing sleep, lunch, date nights and family dinners. His whole universe revolved around his dream; most nights, he didn’t even sleep in the comfort of his bed because of the calls he’d get from investors demanding more insight.
You loved him so much, so much that you were always supportive. His absence made you lonely, but you restrained those urges because it was best not to bother him.
You internally ached for him.
Slowly, the ache started to disappear when he came back.
After successfully earning a huge investment, everything evolved. It was like his pot of love flooded and spilt everywhere, unable to be contained. He stopped working excessively. He dropped everything to come pick you up after your lecture, sometimes even accompanying you to the library for long study sessions. He became so clingy, so needy for your presence, it drove you insane—in the best way.
“Why are you crying?” He grimaced, his gaze softening as he watched tears flow down your cheeks.
“Because!” You croaked, tone flaring with temper.
“How could you ruin this?” You screeched, your face beat red and wet as you emptied out your heart. You were so angry and frustrated; you wanted to physically shake Jay into oblivion. “After this deal, you would’ve been unbeatable!” You threw your hands in despair.
Jay huffed, his eyes wide and crazed, pinning you down, holding you captive. “You care about my fucking investments right now?” He sounded hurt as well, his voice so quiet, you could tell he was boiling.
“Yes!” You cried. “After you’ve worked so hard for it… sacrificed so much of our time for it!” As soon as you said the words, the darkness in his eyes grew tumultuous.
Jay stepped close and before you could register it, he grabbed your wrist and slammed you to the car, his arms immediately cushioning the hit, protecting you from the impact. A loud clash echoed as he pinned you beneath him, his breathing heavy, his eyes glazed.
“I’ve worked so hard, day after day, so you can stand next to me without shame.”
Thoughts racing through you suddenly grew dull… silent like a breeze in the abyss. The silence stretched until you could hear his harsh breaths echo through your frame.
He gulped down a flood of things he must’ve wanted to say, instead he cupped your jaw, caressing your face.
“You deserved someone strong and I was so pathetic back then.” His words felt like acid flowing through your ears.
“Working shifts at the grill and serving bars in the night,” his voice cracked as his hold on your jaw tightened. “It was pathetic…” he reiterated, browns in his eyes becoming liquid.
Each word pained you more than you could imagine. Your heart broke as he reminisced about your early years at university when he working minimum wage to pay for his tuition. It was around the time you were enthralled by him, the studious senior, always sat alone, at the far end of the library with his nose in some business book.
Sleep-deprived eyes, a languid smile and a date to his workplace were enough to get you head over heels in love with the man.
“Jay, I was never ashamed—how could you even think—” You felt choked up. Words seemed to have failed you.
Jay blinked back his tears. “I was unworthy, and it made my blood boil.” He traced your bottom lip with his thumb. “Heeseung hyung said I should give you up. It was an easy way out… but the thought of that kept me up at night.”
Your jaw dropped—Heeseung had told him to let you go, and he'd kept it from you.
“The fact that he even mentioned that made me sick—gave me nightmares. It was a reality check,” he growled, his breaths strained as he thought back to the memory. “That night, I decided to be worthy of you. I decided no one on this fucking planet will ever think of separating us.”
“Because you’re mine. I can give up this entire world but never you,” he whispered, and his mouth lowered, finding your neck.
“Jay, you were never any of that—you were everything I needed,” you gasped as he kissed down your neckline.
“W—Why didn’t you ever tell me?” You bit your lips, restraining the adulterous sounds as Jay’s lips pressed a trail of wet kisses before he bit into a sensitive region. His tongue slickly traced the bite mark across the neckline as he tasted you to his fulfilment.
“Because you don’t need to worry about it,” he rasped, his heavy pants taking over your mind, making you twitch and shudder in his hold.
“I’ve achieved enough to protect you,” he whispered against your skin and dropped wet kisses down to your cleavage.
“I want to rip his filthy eyes out for looking at you,” he snarled, the bitterness and rage returning. His eyes remained on yours, watching you throw your head back as he painted you a darker shade of red.
His kisses grew desperate and needy—his grip on your waist tight.
Your body reacted on its own, curling into his heated frame.
He finally leaned up and connected his mouth with yours. It was unlike any other. He was usually gentle with your mouth, calling your lips two pretty petals, but in the darkness of his anger, he was swallowing you whole. He invaded through the gap and sucked at your tongue, his neck craning to the side as he meticulously drained your mouth.
Everything felt hot, from his heavy breath to the hand digging in your waist to his intense gaze harbouring a storm; it was everything.
You felt guilty for letting him do this in a public car park where anyone could walk in and watch a show. But it also felt so euphoric, to have him feasting on you like his last meal.
Jealous and angry Jay made your stomach pool.
“You’re gorgeous for me—how dare that fucking crook stare?” His saliva pooled down your neck as he dug his teeth into your breast. A dry gasp escaped your mouth, your eyes falling shut in pleasure.
“Jay,” you breathed, your body aching with want.
Your breathy words were enough to send him spiralling. He started to push himself into you, sucking your flesh like honey would melt on his tongue.
You felt him.
He was so brutally turned on; your legs felt weak as his masculine scent assaulted your senses. He supported your waist, digging his nose into your hair, inhaling you.
You were so heated that when you heard a heel clicking against the marble floor, your mind was elsewhere, refusing to comprehend it. You were completely overwhelmed by the woody scent of his cologne, the heat of his mouth and hard centre pushing into your pelvis. It would be embarrassing to get caught, but you were overwhelmed, so overwhelmed with him.
Suddenly, you were knocked out of your trance as Jay jerked back, his gaze pained and hazy with longing. His limbs shook as his chest heaved, his body so rigid, afraid to move or he would fall to the ground.
He clenched at his hair and swore under his breath.
“Get in the car. No one sees you like this,” he ushered.
What was he insinuating? You didn’t have time to ask as he threw an impatient glare. You obediently ran to the passenger seat and jumped inside, your heart clashing against your chest rampantly.
As you caught sight of the front mirror, you realised why your boyfriend had been so adamant. He didn’t want anyone to see your messy hair, hooded gaze, flushed and painted red; you looked lustrous, turned on and oozing with desire.
Jay was beside you the next second, his forehead covered in a thick sheen of sweat and his black strands a sultry mess.
“I can’t drive. I literally can’t feel my legs.”
You threw your head back, bursting out laughing as he glared at you, his pupils dilated and still buzzing with need.
“Shut up before I fuck you in the backseat,” he threatened.
Shut up, you did.
You knew him too well to know that he would actually comply.
You watched him as he sat inhaling and exhaling, a meditating exercise he sometimes used to recover.
After a couple more painful minutes, he finally drove home and you had never seen him drive so fast, breaking all the traffic laws in the rulebook.
“Jay…” You called out as you noted the familiar apartment gate appear.
“Hm?” He nibbled on his lip, steering the wheel as he reversed the car into the garage.
“I will crash Heeseung’s motorbike the next time I see him.” And as he came to a stop, you saw him laugh into oblivion as he hauled you in his arms and hastened towards your flat.
After getting pushed into the bedsheets with a persistent boyfriend devouring you through the night, you laid on his bare chest, drowsy and exhausted, smiling into oblivion.
He looked down curiously, kissing down your spine.
“What’s got you so happy goofball?”
“I have the title for my final.”
Eat The Rich, a tedious trip into the small minds of the land’s biggest chaebols
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Canon Mortal/Elf couples as aesthetics:
Andreth/Aegnor— a pale sunrise over the mountains, reading a well-loved book beneath a maple tree, long braided hair, autumn leaves, beaded jewelry, the golden hour, a tranquil lake, kissing the freckles of one's face, silver courtly robes, earth-coloured dresses, morning horse rides, shy smiles, the ache of nostalgia, herbal tea, writing love poems, campfire stories, forget-me-nots, flickering candles, red robins, the smell of cinnamon, a bowl of mushroom soup, amber gemstones, the taste of lingonberries, bittersweet memories, tears of regret, parting ways but never letting go.
Beren/Lúthien— hot summer nights, dancing barefoot in a glade, daisies, gentle warrior hands, sweet blackberries, fiery sunsets, flower petals caught in strands of hair, stubble tickling smooth cheeks, fireflies lighting up the night, stars that glitter like diamonds, crystal clear waters, shimmering skin, dark-green capes, flowing blue gowns, kisses upon fingertips, nightingales, blue butterflies, strolls through the forest, the sound of rushing rivers, the smell of lilacs, undying loyalty and love, the pale blue dawn, a crackling campfire, silver jewelry, emeralds, always keeping promises, a life of peace and bliss together.
Tuor/Idril— baroque architecture, eyes as blue as the ocean, braided golden hair, white doves, grandiose fountains, sparkling white towers, the smell of rosewater, grand baths with petals in the water, citrus trees, stolen kisses in flower gardens, an instant connection, rich silks, gold jewelry, blue summer skies, a shining city, snow-capped mountains, chandeliers of crystal and gold, sunlight filtering through stained glass, high ceilings, marble floors, the warmth of falling in love, romantic paintings, pink roses, rebuilding a broken home together, staying strong for others.
Aragorn/Arwen— elegant wooden archways, pale pink evening skies, all-knowing smiles, quiet moments in a library, holding hands, flowing velvet gowns, jewel tones, whispered reassurances, undying faith, a crystal pendant on a silver chain, the smell of lavender, twinkling stars above, cups of fruit wine, the taste of dark chocolate, sweet nothings, words of love, juicy pomegranate seeds, impressionist landscape paintings, romantic architecture, love sonnets, cursive handwriting, marble towers, thrushes, accepting the impermanence of life, bittersweet grief, bare trees, a cold winter.
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tell me everything you want!! ❤️
AAAAH THANK YOU SO MUCH JENNA AND NONNIES, YOU THREE ARE THE BEST 🥺❤️✨ Putting it under the read more because it's too long.
where they get married: in London, on the Lannister property called Casterly Rock lmao
when they get married: in August, so summer for the season, but they don't suffocate with the heavy air, there is a nice, fresh breeze the whole day that make them feel as if it was a spring day. As for the time of the day, they get married late in the morning, around 10:30am Cersei walks down the aisle and before noon, they are married.
what traditions they include: oh, they definitely include the "something borrowed, something blue" tradition. Cersei borrows one of Catelyn's rings; it's a simple, slightly thin, silver band, but it does the trick and it's the symbol of their friendship. "Something blue" is for the garter she wears, it has a baby blue lace to tie on. "Something new", Cersei's wedding dress. As for "something old", Jaime gets for Cersei an heirloom that belonged to Joanna, a golden headpiece in the shape of a lioness that matches the Lannister's coat of arms.
what their wedding cake looks like: Like this
It's a 3 layers of lemon cake with a sweet vanilla frosting, and golden sequins-style design.
….who smashes cake into whose face: Jaime smashes cake into Cersei's face 😂😭
who proposed to who first: Jaime is the one who proposes to Cersei, like he absolutely wanted to get married while Cersei was like "I don't need a piece of paper to prove my love for you", but then Jaime changed her mind.
who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar: Cersei walks down the aisle, and Jaime waits at the altar
what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like: Cersei's wedding dress and shoes look like that:
The bodice of the dress is heavily fashioned with beads and pearls while the skirts have several layers of lace and silk. And for the shoes, they are velvet pale pink instead of blue (I couldn't find a better picture, but think the dresses Cersei wore back in the S1 of GoT) with golden floral ornaments.
Jaime wears a traditional black suit, nothing really out of the ordinary tbh, but he has a pink tie to match with Cersei's shoes and bouquet
what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have: The color scheme is white, and gold with a touch of pink (they wanted red instead of pink at first, but they realized it would look too much with the other colors, so they opted for a baby pink). The decor is heavily inspired by the Roaring 20s (The Great Gatsby was their main inspiration), so vases with bouquets of white and pale pink roses. They have also golden chandeliers dangling from a wooden arch with white candles. The tables have a white tablecloth, and chandeliers too, the plates are white with a golden border, and the glasses have an Art Deco design. This party I found on StyleMePretty is the closest I could find for the decor:
They also a photobooth where everyone can take picture of themselves!
what flowers are in the bouquet: white and pale pink roses to match with the decor, the white roses are for the purity of their love and the fact it's an unending love, and the pale pink roses are for the happiness for the years to come and loyalty.
what their vows are: Cersei selects a poem from Pablo Neruda as wedding vows, and Jaime planned to do the same, but he couldn't memorize so he goes improvised lmao
if anyone’s late to the wedding: no one important, except Tyrion who slightly late but he is like 5 minutes late, but Jaime worries he won't come the whole time 😂😭
who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other: Catelyn is Cersei's bridemaid! She is one the first to know about their wedding outside of the Lannister clan. And Tyrion is Jaime's groomsmen. As for other, there is the whole Lannister family who attends the wedding, and some other members of noble families present.
what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing: Cat wears a pink chiffon maxi dress. As for Tyrion, he wears the same kind of suit as Jaime with a pink tie. And the others follow the dress code Jaime and Cersei left in the save-the-date.
who gives speeches at the reception: LMAO Tyrion definitely gives a speech, and he ends up telling everyone the time he found them fucking in his bed 😭 Cersei is looking at him like "I hate you, and I hope you die soon" while Jaime laughs and says it was a good memory. Cat gives a speech too, it's sweet and kind, and she wishes them the best for the future. Then comes Tywin, he is like this emoji the whole time: 😐 he still has to accept it his children are getting married, but well, he recalls a good memory with Joanna and eventually, he wishes them the same married life for the future.
who catches the bouquet: little Sansa! she is way too young to get married, but she absolutely wants to participate to this activity and everyone lets her catch the bouquet.
what their wedding photos are like: their photos are definitely both sweet and artistic. There are pictures of them taken from behind with the sun setting down, some others where they are holding each other, one where they are inside Casterly Rock and kissing. Cersei especially loves the ones in black and white. But also, there are pictures that are slice of life, when they are dancing or talking for example.
what sort of food they have at the reception: Okay, as appetizers, they have cherry tomatoes bruschetta and grilled shrimps with roasted pepper soup. Then, they have salmon Meunière with roasted potatoes and asparagus with almonds, and for those who don't eat fish, honey-balsamic chicken. And as desserts, the wedding cake, plus some macarons because Cersei loves French things 😂 They have also lot of champagne and lemonade.
who cries first during the ceremony: DEADASS JAIME! Cersei can hold back her tears, but Jaime, when he sees her walking down the aisle, starts tearing up. He isn't sobbing, but like, yeah, he is tearing up.
how wild their reception gets: not that wild to be honest, or at least they wait until Tywin goes to sleep, but Tyrion is the first one getting drunk and he ends up passing out in Jaime's bedroom lol. Everyone agrees to say that Cersei is the best dancer, which is true, she has years of ballet behind her after all. They have also fireworks to celebrate their special day, and a champagne tower. The party is roaring until 2-3am? And then slowly, people start disappearing and by 4-5am, there is only Jaime and Cersei left on the dancefloor. They are exhausted 😭
what their rings are like: Jaime has a simple golden wedding band, but there is their birthdate engraved inside. Cersei's engagement golden ring was huge, with an emerald as the center stone and diamonds so to pair it with it, she chooses something more "delicate". A simple, thin golden band with diamonds.
what sort of favours they have: for the adults, they have mini champagne bottles, and for the children they have that little drawing with pencils that is just so cute, it makes Sansa so happy to be able to draw them 🥺
where they go for their honeymoon: In Florence, Italy.
something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony: Cersei is pregnant when they get married, no one knows except them, and Jaime WORRIES the whole time about her. He is like "are you sure you don't need rest?" and Cersei is like rolling her eyes everytime and telling him she is fine. They love the fireworks moment too, because people are too busy looking at it and it allows them a moment of peace, and they love when they are the last ones left on the dancefloor. They are slowly dancing, in their bubble, and they are just happy of their day.
who officiates the ceremony: an Archbishop
what song their first dance is to: Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
who gives who away as they walk down the aisle: well, Tywin gives Cersei away
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The Professor - Joshua Kiszka x Fem!Reader
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SCREENING #? : THE DINNER PARTY, part one.
“Welcome!” Josh smiled as you walked through his front door. He had a lovely house. It was in a remote area, far away from the city. It took you thirty minutes to drive here from school, you wondered if he takes the same way you did when he drives to class.
“Oh wow! Thank you, very thoughtful, doll.” He chuckled as you handed him the bottle of wine you had brought as a gift.
As you stepped in his home, you turned to Josh and gestured at your shoes, wondering if he wanted you to keep them on inside.
“You can take them off, thank you for asking!” He smiled and you nodded, placing your shoes next to the front door, next to his.
Josh’s house had wooden walls, it reminded you of a family cabin but more.. lived in. He had large windows that exposed the forest surrounding the house. The living room ceiling was really high and he had a modern chandelier lighting up his dark brown furniture. He had a large circular woodsy coloured rug that covered the creaky floor, which made a sound by every step you took.
“Let me show you to the dining area” Josh smiled as his hand made it’s way to your back, leading you to the room to your right.
The dining area had a very long dinner dark wooden table, his chairs matching the aesthetic of the wood. He had everything set up on the table, with placemats and candles. It was beautiful.
“You’re the first one here” He chuckled, pulling out a chair for you to sit on. You sit and he pushes you a bit so you’re sat comfortably at the table. He decides to grab two wine glasses from the table and opens the bottle you brought.
“For while we wait… nothing wrong with that” He said softly as he poured a little in his glass, allowing himself to taste it before giving you some. You watch him with your head resting on your hands, the way he picks up the glass gently and brings it to his lips, taking a small sip and swirling around the contents in his mouth.
“Very good choice.” He states gently, pouring some in your glass then more in his, then sitting back in his chair. He watches you taste the wine like he did, and smiles at the way you reciprocate his movements.
“I asked the girl at the store which she recommended best.” You embarrassingly admit to him, your cheeks burning up.
“Well, the fact that you went through the trouble to even bring something is very kind. Thank you.” He pauses and brings up his glass for a cheer. “To our minds.” he says excitedly and you repeat his action, bringing up your glass and touching his softly. You both take a small sip with a smile.
“You have a lovely home” you complimented him and watch him blush a little, offering you a shy smile with a small thank you.
“The others are supposed to be here by now” he sighed, looking at his watch with his brows furrowed. He pouted a little, so small you could only notice since you were staring at his lips.
“I’m sure they’re on their way… you do live kinda far from town” you chuckled, taking another look around the room. As you did so, you couldn’t help but notice this amazing smell coming from his kitchen.
“Lasagna.” He said softly, getting up quickly to check his oven as he began smelling it too, holding his glass in his hand as he opened the door to check on the meal.
“Smells amazing” you peek out to watch him above his stove. He looked so good, he wore a long sleeve dark brown button down, with some black pants. No shoes and white socks. He had some necklaces on which dangled down to the center of his exposed chest. One of them had a triangle with a symbol inside it, the other one was white and beaded. You watched him close his eyes for a couple seconds as he took a sip from his glass, swallowing it and exhaling a quick breath before shaking his head and opening them once again. You faced the table before he could catch you staring, taking a sip from your wine nervously.
You felt comfortable in his presence, his house felt so sheltered in which there was a soft aura that surrounded the two of you in between these four walls. You listened to his quiet footsteps as he walked back to the table, he wore a disappointed look as he swirled his wine in his glass and rested his back against his chair.
“Is everything okay?” You asked, lowering your head a little to catch his gaze.
“The two other students I had invited just emailed me. They won’t be joining us tonight. I can understand if you want to leave. It must feel weird to you.. Being at your professors house like this.”
He rubbed the back of his neck to ground himself as he feared looking up at you. He didn’t want you to leave, he wished you stayed with him all night. Ever since that first class, he wished to know everything about you. It didn’t have to be about film, or homework; he wanted to know you. And so when you cleared your throat and nervously placed your hand on his, he held his breath.
“No.. I want to stay. You made all that effort to cook and I want to be here.” You smiled and his eyes lit up, his cheeks reddened as he shot you a big smile.
“I was hoping you’d say that, doll.” He chuckled, his thumb rubbing your hand softly without realization. You didn't pull away. You felt his eyes scan you, look down to your shoulders and then your dress. His eyes lingered against your skin as the air began feeling thin. You didn’t want him to pull his gaze away, he made you feel so seen. Intellectually, emotionally and physically of course. No man had ever looked at you, cared for you the way Josh presented himself to you; in the way his eyes searched for you when he walked into a room, when he’d look over your work in his office, when he complimented and left little comments on your assignments. Even though it was small, possibly meaningless actions, they made you feel special. He bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes quickly before getting up and walking over to the stove once again.
“Bon appetit, as the french say” He chuckled, placing a plate of lasagna in front of you. It looked fucking amazing.
“Merci, mon chère” You smiled and he shot you a nervous smile as he cut his pasta, you did the same. You took a bite nervously and let out a small squeal at the taste. It was amazing, your heart raced at the thought of him cooking this. He can cook. You thought to yourself. Could he get any sexier? It was extremely hard to fight off the thought- no, the fact that you had a massive crush on him. He was perfect. Every time you saw him, you couldn't fight back the want to jump in his arms and kiss him all over. He was so… soft. So sexy.
“Doll?” He said softly and your gaze fell back to him. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah.. yes. Sorry. This is amazing, Joshua.” You spoke as you took another bite. You could cum at the taste because it was just that good. He chuckled and thanked you, occasionally taking sips from his glass and you did the same.
“Why are you studying film?” He asked, taking a bite from his plate.
“Uhm-”
“Sorry- I meant, what do you want to do after your degree?” He blushed, fixing his glasses with his middle finger as he bit his bottom lip quickly, smiling at you with a curious stare.
“I… don’t know.” You paused and he nodded, asking you to continue. “I really love the work that goes into a film, like special effects, stuff like that. I love that a director can bring a story to life. I find that so interesting. I think, maybe I’d want to work on the sets or the script writing.”
“You don’t think you could be a director?”
“Well.. I don’t think I have a voice large enough for that.” You paused as he got up and picked up your empty plate, placing it over his as he brought them to the sink.
“You’re very smart.” He breathed out, you turned your head to him as he rinsed the dishes. “I just think that you should think further than being in the background of something, you know? Your voice is large enough to express it to the world. Don’t limit yourself, doll.” He smiled as he dried his hands on the towel next to the sink. He walked over to you and lifted the wine bottle and poured some more into your glass, then his.
“Do you want to watch a movie with me?” He asked. You looked at his living room and saw no television, so out of curiosity you nodded.
“Can I.. use your bathroom first?” You asked and he nodded, instructing you to where it is; upstairs.
Maybe it was the wine, or your terrible sense of direction because you could not find it. Instead, you stumbled into an empty bedroom.
You could only assume it was his bedroom, and as much as your head was telling you to get out of it immediately; your heart took over as your eyes spotted all these intricate details. His bedroom being a vessel to him, his personality. The ceiling was pointed up due to the shape of his house, a large decorative light illuminated the room softly with a tungsten lighting, it wasn’t fully turned on, only enough to notice the color of his sheets. It resembled a chandelier though not as fancy, due to being made out of wood. It made the room feel so warm and welcoming.
Facing the bed was a large wooden window that faced the forest surrounding the house; the moonlight peeking through and grazing his wooden floors, hitting his sheets. They were a dark green satin-like material. At the foot of the bed, a large fluffy blanket covered the edge and fell to the floor; you couldn’t help but run your fingers against the soft material. Your eyes slowly made their way to his bedside table, where there was a small lamp, and a book.
The air got knocked out of your lungs as you noticed the camera on the tripod, placed strategically in the corner of the room.
“Doll?”
You gasped, trying to find the stolen air from your lungs as you spun around quickly to see his figure in the door frame.
“Josh. Sorry, I got lost.” You spoke, your heart beating loudly in your throat as he took a couple steps closer to you.
“Let me show you to the bathroom, yeah? I should’ve closed my door, sorry about that.” He smiled, his hand finding the low of your back.
The two of you sat on his large L-shaped couch. Josh sat in the corner whilst you sat on the right side of it. He had a projector which illuminated the room just right.
You could see the details of his face; the reflection of the screen on his glasses. He looked so pretty, and you couldn’t focus on the film he chose; it was some old film from the 1900s- silent.
“Why is there a camera in your bedroom, Josh?”
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