strawberry and croissant


I hosted an impromptu Pride and Prejudice tea party! Kind of went on a baking craze here with what was supposed to be just a simple movie night, but I made a bunch of things I’ve never done before so it was really fun! The raspberry jam was from a jar, but other than that I made everything by hand! Super happy with how everything turned out!

anonymous asked:

Can you do 12 & 18 for Shawn or harry, whichever one you have more inspo for

Authors Note:

Requested || Based off of #12 & 18 prompt found here 

“I’m pregnant.” .. “It’s okay to cry…”

He lives for being free, touring the world, singing, and doing what he loves the most, performing to his fans, there is absolutely nothing he would rather be doing. Even after five long years, five albums, and many achieved awards, he is still as lively, and as happy as ever, not to mention— married and loving it. 

You’re always jet setting to many places around the world, it is at a point where you spend more time in other countries and cities than you do your own. 

You and Shawn have joked about selling the house because the two of you spend more time in airports and in hotels that you are barely at the house, in fact, his little sister has basically moved in, taking the guest bedroom and making it her own when the two of you are away. Shawn was apprehensive about her being on her own, but he had to learn how to loosen up and not be the over protective older brother, at eighteen, you assured him that she would be fine house sitting the house. You both always managed to call her daily to check up on her despite her parents doing the same thing. 

You also quite like that Aaliyah has taken over the guest room, you love having her around when you are actually home, she is like your adopted teenager that you love to death. 

The hotel room is quiet and cosy as you stay curled up between the white duvet, snuggling into the freshly scented covers, Shawn’s figure standing at the window that has the view of the city—a view he has struggled to pull his eyes from. 

“I think we need an apartment with a view like this, what do yeh say?” He peers over his shoulder to look over at you with his darling smile and bright eyes, “Breakfast on a patio, overlooking the Eiffel tower, I think that is a wonderful idea. Wouldn’t you like to wake up to crepes, strawberries, croissants, Tartine, and a café au lait?” He names off a few of the wonderful choices of foods’ he has managed to taste in the short time he has been in France. 

You screw your nose up for a moment, burying your nose into the covers, the thought of food not settling too well with you. 

“Mhm, lovely.” You lie, not wanting to even think about Croissant aux abricots, Pain au chocolat, or whatever other kind of buttery pastry and jam that Shawn is more than likely thinking of at the moment. 

He shuffles away from the extended window, striding towards the bed, “Okay, what’s up with you? Usually, you are begging me to go with you to try new breakfast things. You don’t even seem remotely interested at the moment.” Shawn stands at the foot of the bed, cocking his head to the side as you continue to snuggle up to the covers. 

“Just tired,” you mumble, 

His brows knit in a frown, “Hmm, you sure? You kinda look a bit… off." 

With a heavy sigh you speak, "Thank you for saying I look terrible, Shawn.” you mutter, watching as he instantly shakes his head, “Don’t bother justifying yourself,” you chuckle, calmly amused by the expression painted across his face. 

He sighs and curls his lips into a pout, “I didn’t mean it like that, you know I always think you look beautiful." 

"You have to say that, you married me. Don’t you have a Q&A to get to?” you change the subject, not wanting to really discuss the fact that he always thinks you look stunningly beautiful, even when you are dressed in nothing by a pair of pyjama pants, and an oversized t-shirt, with your hair a mess. 

To him, you are everything he loves, no matter how you look. 

“I do,” he nods, “You trying to get rid of me?” he raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest, 

“Nope, just askin’.” You respond, watching as he moves away from the foot of the bed and makes his way over towards his jacket that is draped over the chair. 

He hums as he grabs his jacket, sliding it up his length arms, “You wanna come? It is a short Q&A before my concert, I don’t even have a meet and greets today.” He informs you, flashing you his bright eyes that denote that he really wants you to attend, even if he won’t say it. 

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FAUX FRENZY | etsyfindoftheday 6 | 4.1.16

felt food by milkfly

one more set of april fools’ day finds for everyone tonight — milkfly’s super realistic felt snacks look good enough to eat! i hope you tricked someone and had a little fun today!


At 9am, you found yourself back at the café, you opened the locked front door and walked in. However, the sound from the kitchen was less than quiet. Going behind the counter and to the window into the kitchen, you looked in to find a group of guys hitting each other with dish rags and laughing vivaciously. Clearing your throat, you watched them separate.

Hello? You said in a confused tone and the look they gave you seemed to mirror your own.

Hi? A guy, shorter than the rest walked into the front of the store, followed by two others. Uhm, who are you? He asked, and you looked down at yourself.

Y/N, I’m helping Jin with the menu? You responded, and then looked at them. And you are? You questioned and they laughed.

I’m Jimin, this is Tae, and that’s Jungkook. He pointed at the two other guys and they bowed. We are here to help Jin out with the cakes and stuff. He said and you nodded. So what kind of help are you giving? Jimin asked and you shrugged.

Well I was thinking about various pairings we could offer here, maybe help make this place more marketable. You responded in a more business tone and Tae laughed.

Wait, Jin hyung actually wants help? He can take criticism? Tae asked with infectious laughter and Jungkook chuckled. But the smiles fell off their faces when Jin stood in the doorway of the café with a stern look.

I can take criticism just fine, thanks. I just don’t take it from you, imbeciles. He responded and Jimin shook his head with a laugh. Accompanying Jin was Namjoon, whom you had met the day before, and another man, clad in slacks and a simple button down with the first couple buttons undone. Namjoon gave you a small smile and bow.

Good to see you again, stranger. Jin hyung has told me all about your work troubles. Namjoon said and your eyes went wide.

I … Jin told me you own the Guide and uhm … There’s nothing wrong with the website! You tried to defend yourself as all of the guys stood there with looks of bemusement on their faces.

What happened with work? Jungkook piped up and before you could say anything Namjoon stepped in.

You know that stupid, trust fund baby, Derek? Namjoon asked and your eyes went wide at the mentioning of your ex-boss’s name. Jungkook nodded. Well Y/N told him off yesterday morning and he had her fired. Namjoon rolled his eyes. I’m surprised you didn’t explode on him earlier. He has gone through so many assistants because of his idiotic behavior, but I can’t fire him because his father is a huge investor in the company. Namjoon explained and the man next to him tsked.

If we would take up the deal to pair with certain companies, we wouldn’t have to rely on investors. The man said and Namjoon scoffed at him.

Yoongi hyung, we are not doing that. By pairing with companies that means we will have to give into the corporate pressures and our reviews will be shit. He explained and the guys groaned next to you.

Hyungs, shut up about business, it makes my head hurt. Tae whined and you laughed as you watched the three of them roll their eyes at the duo. Namjoon gave a small eye roll and looked at Tae.

Did I use too many big words? He asked and Tae narrowed his glare onto Namjoon.

Oh I’m sorry I don’t have the IQ of Einstein. Tae responded. But I can beat you into a pulp. He continued and Jin stood in between the two men.

Don’t I need my pastry chefs to remain calm, you can’t make a sweet treat angry. And Namjoon, no business talk, it’s boring and no one cares to listen to you drone on. Jin said and Namjoon shook his head.

Aren’t I helping you with the money? Namjoon asked and Jin quirked his eyebrow.

I asked if you could, but if you’re going to lord it over me, than I can find someone else. Jin said simply and Namjoon’s lips purse.

I’ll shut up. He said and you watched in amazement as Jin was able to completely silence the businessman.

So, shall we? Jin asked and looked at you expectantly. You nodded and he smiled. Would you mind making coffee? I would have them do it. He said as he pointed to the three younger guys. But I need them in the kitchen, and those two don’t know how to turn on a water faucet, let alone make coffee. He mumbled. You laughed and nodded.

Alright, I hope you guys don’t mind French press. You said over your shoulder and the two businessmen nodded their approval as they sat down and began sifting through their phones.

It wasn’t long before you started to hear the clanging of pots and pans, mixed with orders given by Jin’s commanding voice. The boys, once rowdy and unkempt, were now orderly and listening intently to their instructions. The smell of fresh coffee filled the air as it brought you back to your mother’s kitchen. She had taught you how to make French press as a young girl, and you would make cups of it for your family for brunch on Sundays. It had been a couple years since you had left your family home and moved to the city, and you realized just how much you missed the tradition that the weekly brunches brought. The sweet smell of cake and pastry filled the air and blended with the coffee aroma. The infused bouquet swirled in the air and brought life to the quiet little café.

Namjoon popped his head up as you brought the tray of coffee cups over. It had been a couple hours and Jin had given you the cue to make the rich coffee. Placing it down, you sat at the table with the two guys. Namjoon took a sip and sighed.

This is really good. You seem to have a knack for this. He murmured and you smiled. Being complimented by Jin yesterday and Namjoon today made you feel better even after losing your job.

She has a knack for making coffee, just like all the barristas at Starbucks. Yoongi muttered before putting the mug up to his lips. Namjoon rolled his eyes.

Don’t bitch until you try it, hyung. Namjoon said to the cranky businessman and looked at you. Don’t listen to him, that’s actually got an amazing flavor, you know what you’re doing. Namjoon pointed at you and you nodded.

Who wants cake? Tae asked as he triumphantly walked into the café with a tray of various cakes and pastries sitting delicately on it. Your mouth watered at the sheer sight of it. Raising your hand playfully, Tae smiled widely and sat down next to you while placing the tray in the middle of the table. Jin surveyed the scene as he sat down on the other side of Namjoon with a bit of a gaze at you. You looked intently at the tray that held 4 different types of pastries, each in bite sized form, one for each person at the table. The colors made you smile as you looked at a rainbow of desserts.

So we have a ton of different things that I want to test out. So here is a matcha scone with a light dark chocolate drizzle, a traditional French strawberry tart, a citrus flavored croissant, and finally, the crème de la crème, a miniature chocolate bundt cake with white chocolate frosting and a drizzle of salted caramel. Jin announced each one, point at each choice. I want all of your honest opinions, so please, be cruel. He murmured and the hands ravished the tray, taking one of each treat and popping it into their mouths.

I like the scone, it’s not too sweet and a good thing to grab on the go. Yoongi said in an analytical voice.

The French tart is amazing! Jimin exclaimed and Jungkook scoffed.

That’s because YOU made it, hyung. Jungkook added and there was a small flutter of laughter.

It’s still amazing. Jimin shrugged as he mumbled to himself.

I think adding the citrus to the croissant is interesting, but it doesn’t pair well with coffee. Namjoon said and you piped in.

Maybe suggest having a tea of some sort. Maybe English breakfast or Earl Grey? You suggested and Jin nodded, Namjoon looked over with a bit of a smile.

Good catch, maybe you can incorporate different pairings for various things. Namjoon said as he looked at the board of treats.

I think having a staff that is highly intelligent about notes and flavor pairings could be most beneficial. You replied and Jin smiled as you carried yourself confidently, bantering with the ever-business-like Namjoon. Oh and Jin! You exclaimed as you pointed at the bundt cake with your fork. This cake is amazing, not too dry, not too heavy and the white chocolate and caramel breaks up the rich chocolate perfectly. You said as you critiqued the dish. Jin nodded.

Sometimes chocolate can overpower a cake, so I wanted to make sure it was light enough that you could drink coffee with it. Jin replied and you nodded.

It’s perfect, I think if we market this to groups, maybe teenage girls or women meeting up for coffee during the day, they can sit have a little bit of cake and coffee, it could really be amazing for business. You responded and Yoongi nodded in approval.

You have a good business plan with that marketing. Namjoon and I can talk about it with some advertisers. Yoongi said and Jin looked over at Yoongi with a smile.

Great, well I want to add a few more things to the menu, but I think for today, this was a great start. Jin said and the group stood up, all grabbing their things to go, while Jin, still in his apron started to walk to the kitchen. The group said their goodbyes and filtered out, and you looked over your shoulder as you were about to grab your purse and saw Jin wiping up the counter in the back.

Jin? You called out and he looked up. Would you like a little help? You asked and the most beautiful smile graced his face.

That would be fantastic.

He said and you shrugged off your coat again, placing it on the chair and walking into the kitchen. Picking up a rag, you began washing down the counters.