#worried about his fancy dinnerware

[rosaryof-sorrows]

bilbo is such a gay uncle my god

[dream-meister-translations]

THE TALE OF FOOD

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK - STORY #1

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While visiting Sweet 'n Sour Pork at work, I realize the mood at the usually bustling set is rather glum.

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : The steel wires are a stunt-man's lifeline and there can be no compromise. They've put their faith in you, please take this seriously! 

The crew he's just reprimanded seem unbothered by this, only looking down to check the equipment after Sweet 'n Sour Pork's intervention. 

I walk quietly to stand behind Sweet 'n Sour Pork, who is so deep in thought that he jumps when he notices me. He makes a silly face and a broad smile spreads over his face as if by magic. 

OPTION 1 : (Touch his face)  SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : Haha, why are you touching my head with such fervor? Enjoy brushing my hair? 

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : The crew working on this film is new and the setup for the stunt wires was subpar. If I hadn't noticed, who knows what would have happened. 

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : Alright, filming should be wrapping up soon for the day. If you haven't eaten, I'll take you to Papa Tang's joint for some food. 

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In the bright and spacious Chinese restaurant, an aged chef with a warm smile is bustling all over the place cleaning up. He immediately puts down the dinnerware in his hands when he spots Sweet 'n Sour Pork, hurrying over to welcome him. 

PAPA TANG : You're back. How was your day? Was it tiring? Oh, you've brought Yiyi with you. Sit down, sit down. Dinner will be ready soon, they're all your favorites~ 

Sweet 'n Sour Pork greets Papa Tang before relieving the man of the things in his hands. The man he calls dad is short and skinny, but Sweet 'n Sour Pork is tall and built. The duo makes for a comical sight.

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : Papa Tang, you've worked all day. Don't bother making anything fancy. 

PAPA TANG : That won't do! Yiyi's an important guest. 

PAPA TANG : Yiyi, you probably don't know, but this kid only has movies on the mind and spends time with stuntman friends. Apart from them, you're the only one he's ever brought home. 

PAPA TANG : Go on and settle in. I'm going to check whether the soup's done or not. Chu, make sure our guest feels welcome!

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : I know, I know. Don't worry! 

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : He always hopes I can make more friends. What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you.

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I am enjoying my meal with Sweet 'n Sour Pork when Papa Tang returns bearing a soup tureen. There is also what looks like a camcorder strapped to his arm.

PAPA TANG : Look what I found!

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : Hm!? How did you manage to find that!?

PAPA TANG : This was my gift to Chu when he first came here. There's many precious memories inside. Chu's never shown so much interest in a friend, so I thought he'd want to share these memories with you.

I nod and look expectantly at Sweet 'n Sour Pork. He grins rather helplessly and goes into the projector room behind the dining area with the camcorder.

The first image that appears is a closeup of Sweet 'n Sour Pork's excited face, as though this was a recording made by mistake while fiddling with the camcorder.

I meet Sweet 'n Sour Pork's gaze and both of us burst out laughing.

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : This camcorder got me curious about video recording and aspiring to work in that field. One day after closing the restaurant for the day, Papa Tang took me to the movies.

In the video, the pair were discussing the plot of a movie. Sweet 'n Sour Pork looked at the restaurant and suddenly did a somersault to land on the 'skyscraper' built out of a stack of tables and chairs as he dodges imaginary bullets like in a movie. This tickled Papa Tang pink.

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : He said I had great athletic instincts and even when I'd make a mess while doing my moves, he never got mad. Tinseltown was recruiting stuntmen and many passed on the tiring gig, but I wanted to give it a try. And he was the one to give me the push I needed. 

Frame by frame, the screenplays back Sweet 'n Sour Pork's brilliant smile at his successful application, moments on set as he got to know his colleagues, him at work as he grew into a talented stuntman. 

Before filming he'd ask colleagues to film his moves so he could review and improve on them. In this recording, he has just been approached by the director after wrapping up stunt work and offered the role of a male lead in place of an actor whose schedule couldn't work with an upcoming film. 

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : Haha, why are you laughing like that!

I am excited to see how he high-fives his colleagues in excitement, and I slap his shoulder without thinking.

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : You're happy for me? Thank you, but...

Sweet 'n Sour Pork looks a little worried and makes a move to hit the pause button. But the camcorder is now playing the next recording.

The lens appears to have a small crack and the angle of the recording is off, as though it was a recording made by mistake after falling to the ground in chaos. The video is of Papa Tang's restaurant in a mess, as though it was vandalized maliciously.

Sweet 'n Sour Pork is by the window, silently picking up pieces of shattered glass, his eyes rimmed red. Papa Tang's short frame comes into shot as he walks over to pat his head in a manner reminiscent of patting a large dog. His warm smile is reassuring.

Sweet 'n Sour Pork scratches his head sheepishly at my visible concern and begins to explain. 

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : This was after I took my first movie ever...

[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

play with fire

Pairings - Lee Bodeceker x Reader, Charles Blackwood x Reader

Words - 1879

warnings - mild dub-con, fingering, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), mention of a gun (no violence), Charles being a dick

a/n - This was a thot I had a few weeks ago and finally had the chance to write it (when I'm supposed to be working on my books). I am back on my Charles/Lee bullshit to absolutely no one's surprise. Let me know what you think ☺️

I don't do tag lists so if you want to keep up to date please follow @sweetkingdoms-library and turn on notifications.

You were preparing dinner for your husband, the heat from the oven causing a sheen across your skin. He was due home anytime now and always wanted things to be perfect, it was one of the easiest ways to keep him happy.

The front door hit the wall as it swung open, a sign he’d spent the afternoon at the bar drinking, quickly making him another old fashioned and walking up to him you didn’t miss the smirk he had on his face. “We have a guest coming over tonight, make sure you’re prepared for me and be a good girl.” 

Your nerves prickled, sending a shiver up your spine. You didn’t know what he wanted, usually, it meant preparing drinks and being a dutiful wife, attentive but silent. You quickly went upstairs to freshen up, putting on the red lipstick Charles bought you from Milan and pinning your hair up in place. Spritzing on some rose-scented perfume before slipping on your best dinner dress.

You were so busy worrying about shoes you missed your husband leaning against the doorframe watching you carefully. You heard him whistle at your appearance and quickly adjusted your posture, turning to face him with a smile, “Is this ok?” He nodded and crooked his finger, beckoning you towards him. 

Taking the small steps across the room and standing in front of him you watched as he inspected you from head to toe, burying his face in your neck and breathing in the scent of your newly applied perfume. “Perfect, there’s just one thing I need to check. You know the drill.” He bent down in front of you, trailing his fingers up your bare legs and under the full skirt of your dress. They skimmed over the top of your thighs before he cupped your mound, one finger exploring between your curls and tapping your clit.

He stayed like that for what felt like hours, gently tapping and teasing you, knowing exactly how to get you worked up before he stood up and pushed his finger into your mouth, humming as you sucked it clean, leaving an imprint of your lip colour behind. He smirked and leaned forward, whispering in your ear, “we know where I want this lipstick, maybe if you’re a good girl for me you can give me what I want later.”

With that, he left the room and you quickly reapplied your makeup before scurrying downstairs to make a batch of cocktails for your forthcoming guests. 

There was a firm knock at the door, you’d never heard one so loud before and it made you jump. Charles rolled his eyes at you, slapping your butt and telling you to pour some drinks while he welcomed your guest. 

You cut up a lemon, adding it to a glass with ice and poured over the freshly made Tom Collins, having a small dram of gin to ease your nerves before making yourself a virgin version. You couldn’t handle your liquor quite as well as everyone else and couldn’t risk upsetting Charles tonight. 

The booming voice of the Sheriff echoed through the house, as he let himself into the reception room and sat down with a huff. You were alarmed at how quickly he made himself at home, helping himself to the candy in the bowl on the side. 

You passed him and Charles both a drink and excused yourself to check the food was still ok to serve. Stirring the sauce and breathing a sigh of relief you start to plate up, getting out your fancy dinnerware and putting some beers in the fridge for later.

You were just about finished when you heard the men’s raised voices and cross words in the other room, quickly followed by Charles calling your name. Assuming his glass had run dry you grab the pitcher on your way and smile as you enter the room. 

Charles was attempting to conceal his anger, the telltale signs of rage blossoming as a red across his throat and up to his cheeks. You looked at both men, quietly topping up their glasses, noticing the Sheriff hadn’t drunk much of his at all. 

He smiled at you and looked you up and down, his eyes hovering around your chest a touch too long before winking at you and sitting back, his legs spread wide and arm thrown across the back of the chair. 

Charles surprised you by suddenly standing close behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “How about we come to an arrangement, Sheriff? I see how you look at my little dove here, maybe you have a little fun with her and all the charges against me just go away?”

Your stomach lurched, he couldn’t possibly be suggesting you sleep with this almost stranger. You tried to turn and look at him in protest but he brought his hand up to your face, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at the man in front of you. The look on the Sheriff’s face surprised you, he slowly smirked at you, licking his bottom lip and raising an eyebrow, “What about what the little lady wants?” 

Before you could answer you heard a sneer behind you, Charles gripped the hem of your skirt and slowly lifted it, “Let’s see how she feels about it shall we?” Before you could stop him he had exposed you, the Sheriff was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees as he took in the sight in front of him. 

Charles swiped his finger through your folds, humming as he felt how wet you were, he brought his finger up to your mouth and smeared your juices across your bottom lip, smudging your lipstick. “I think she likes this idea more than she wants to admit.” 

His hand travelled back down your body, he took two fingers and spread your pussy open, “Take a good look at her, see how excited she is already?” You closed your eyes as the shame washed over you, you felt how your pussy quivered under the eyes of the Sheriff, clenching around nothing as his thumb swiped over your clit gently. 

“You like that Princess? Like it when Daddy touches you here?” You couldn’t stop the moan that fell out of your mouth, nodding your head and grabbing his wrist to keep it in place as he teased you. Charles hummed in delight and walked away, taking a seat behind you both. You watched him sit down and wink at you before Lee pulled you into his lap.

His hand remained under your skirt, his thumb continuing to rub your clit softly, a feeling that drove you mad. You looked at him closely for the first time, taking in the beautiful features on his face. His plump lips looked so inviting and you couldn’t help yourself, you leaned in and kissed him, your tongue softly lapping at his bottom lip begging for more. His free hand wrapped around the back of your head and he kissed you roughly, thrusting his tongue into your mouth and speeding up his rhythm on your clit. 

You moaned into his mouth and rolled your hips desperate for more but instead, he stopped, squeezing your hip and rubbing his nose against yours. You couldn’t stop the whine that left your mouth, chasing his lips for more. “Seems like your wife here is a needy little thing. What’s wrong Blackwood? Can’t satisfy her? Seems like she needs a real man to show her how it’s done.” 

You didn’t even have time to protest before he flipped you both round, your back hitting the soft cushions of the sofa and knocking the air out of your lungs. “Let’s see what we’re working with shall we?” He helped you out of your dress, throwing it towards Charles and looked down at your shivering form. The chill in the air causing your nipples to harden, Lee growled low under his breath before taking one of them in his mouth, his hand teasing the other.

You had never felt anything quite like it before, Charles often just took what he needed and forced you to finish yourself off while he cleaned up in the bathroom. Lee however was taking his time, you were getting so worked up you had no idea it could feel like this. 

Arching your back and begging him for more, your hand ran through the soft fluff of his hair gripping it at the root and causing him to moan. He looked up at you, watching your face as he swapped nipples, teasing you with the firm tip of his tongue. You felt his thigh pressing against you and instinctively moved your hips, grinding down and leaving a wet patch on his uniform. 

Charles cleared his throat across the other side of the room and you stopped, turning your head towards him not able to make eye contact. He looked so angry, despite the tent in his trousers, this was his idea and you were doing what your husband wanted. He stood up and didn’t manage to take even one step towards you both before Lee had his gun pointed at him, “Sit down Blackwood, the grown-ups are having fun over here.”

You sniggered, hiding your face behind your hand before either of them noticed, Lee holstered his gun and moved your hands away. “Let’s have some real fun, Princess.” He kissed down your body slowly, mapping out your sensitive spots and focusing on them where he could before he stopped between your legs.

Pushing your legs wider you watched him lick his lips before he dipped his head down. He licked and slurped at your pussy, holding your legs back with his shoulders as his fingers pinched your nipples. The sensations were overwhelming, like nothing you’d ever felt before, and you couldn’t help but moan loudly. 

Looking over at Charles, he was sitting watching you with an almost feral look on his face. He squeezed his cock with one hand, the other gripping the cushion beneath him. You couldn’t watch him for too long, an unfamiliar feeling built up inside you quickly, a rush of wetness gushed out of you as you saw stars. Your whole body was quivering, your breathing was heavy and you whimpered. 

Lee sat up and looked down at you proudly, he was a messy eater and you were shocked by the sheen covering his face. You were even more shocked when he leaned over you and gripped your cheeks in one of his large hands before kissing you. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, massaging your tongue with his before pulling back and sucking on your bottom lip. 

He stood up and took one last look at you, laid out on the sofa catching your breath before turning back to Charles. “I got her all warmed up for ya, don’t let her down again.”

Charles stood and walked over to you as Lee left, taking in your trembling body and whistling. He leaned in to kiss you but you pushed him away, shaking your head and walking to the bathroom, you half-turned back to him and looked him up and down, “I think we have a lot to talk about don’t you Blackwood.”

Part 2? I have something in mind for them Lee and Reader

[forthechubbies]

Mrs. Jeon Vol 3

Synopsis• One nightstand gone Marriage!? The past catches up with Yn when her head over heels husband finds his lost bride and will keep her by any means necessary.

Category's•Violent Thoughts, Hostel Behavior, Nsfw (Later), and Bratty Jungkook.

Duos• Yandere! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

Vol 1, 2, 3, 4,

What’s going on down there? It sounds restlessly calm. You could hear muffled voices but nothing more; you aren't too keen on testing your luck and sneak into the corridor to eavesdrop on their conversation. Pretty sure the door is locked anyway.

Instead, You took note of the confined walls surrounding you. A typical master bedroom accessorized an earthy decor, cute mini-plants placed in various room areas, two tiny pet turtles in a tank constructed into a giant wooden bookshelf.

Speaking of books, talk about books galore. The shelved books had little to no wiggle room aside from the one empty slot belonging to the open novel on the nightstand. The owner won’t mind you partaking in one quick gander-

“Ah!” You gasp, fixing your eyes on your newly treated ankle. For a minute, you just about forgot this crazy abducted situation your in. The bedsprings dip as you flop back into the spot where Jimin left you. Jimin was the man you fell on during your first attempt at freedom; he was even generous enough to bandage with utmost care.

A kind gesture a particular bunny wasn’t too thrilled on seeing, Jungkook's face soured while watching Jimin’s filthy little womanizing hands caressing the delicate soft plushy skin of his carrot’s legs.

Son of a bitch trying to cop a feel on his wife, Jimin’s flirtatious persona, led him out to be a well-known heartthrob but often seen as a gigolo through certain people's point of view and, frankly, Jungkook's wife won't be a victim of the Jimin Effect.

Crash!

The smash of a glass object-making contact with the hard marble kitchen floor snatched Jimin’s and your attention giving it to the irritable bunny who’s psychotically enthusiastic about testing his progress in strength by snapping his hyung’s neck-

Oh, no, his carrot looks frightened-He shouldn't do such a brutal act of love with his wife nearby; her poor innocent heart might shatter. No violence...At least for the time being.

Next thing you know, Jungkook's face lightened up, and even when Jimin bit his head off for breaking one of Jin’s fancy dinnerware, his facial expression persisted undaunted. Jungkook kept a serene masquerade, but through closer observation, he clenched his jaw at Jimin’s hand on cradling the small of his wife’s back, guiding her into hiding in the upper part of the house for a reason unknown.

Jungkook let Jimin take you no-fuss included, Hence, Your encaged situation. For all, you know, The men were downstairs plotting a far-flung strategy to murder you making it look like a battle of defense.

Though, You were more occupied by another Crack for the floor down below. ” Ahh!” You cried out, falling back on the bed once again.

Meanwhile, Downstairs.

”Stop! Breaking Hyung’s plates, or we're both as good as dead!” Jimin growled. ”Quit avoiding the question! Who the hell is that woman!? Did you hurt her!? Why-!” Jimin asked Jungkook until his cheeks burned a reddish hue, and his neck veins were dominant.

In one swift breath, Jungkook responded. “ She’s Mrs.Jeon. My wife.”

Jimin knew his maknae had a few loose screws in his head, but this is getting out of hand.

”Wife?! Do you know how old you are!? Kook, You just turn twenty-three-”

”So What.” Jungkook interrupted. ”You want me to wait until I’m an ancient fart like Hyung to get married.”

”Pffft.” Jimin pressed his lips into a thin line suppressing his need to laugh. ”Ahem, respect your elders-You little brat.”

Amidst the brothers at each other's throats, another member of the maknae line awakened from his mid-morning nap; drowsy eyed Kim Taehyung waddled upstairs to check up on his Hyung living in the room above him.

He could have sworn a faint scream is what he heard-Well; there's no harm in checking.

You jumped at the squeaky hinges of the door opening. Wait, it was unlocked!? Expecting the uninvited visitor to be Jungkook, You raised a pillow over your head, ready to be hurled-to your amazement; it was a completely different man.

A long-haired male with long chocolate locks kept at bay by a beige headband; his attire was disarray. His tank top hung off his shoulder, slightly creased in his pajama pant’s waistband.

Adorable, to say the least, the poor thing’s eyes weren’t even fully open yet, the pretty pink pout of his lips nearly forced an” Aw” from yours.

”Who are you?” He grumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

Sweet mother of deep, He stood a few feet away, but the raspiness and depth of his voice caused your insides to start quivering.

”I’m-I’m the sand fairy.” You choked out, fluttering the tips of your fingers as if spreading magic dust. ” I'm here to ensure all your dreams are sweet. ”

You nibbled your lip nervously, hoping he takes the bait. He yawned in response dragging his exhausted body across the room to you; he halts. You gulped, staring up at him; you felt like a mouse about to pounce on by a tiger.

”H-H-I!” You yelped.

The man took no real investment in your fib; instead, he decided to reap the benefits of how soft and plushy you are by laying his head on your bare thighs. He wiggled in place to reach maximum comfort.

”Ah.” He moaned, falling back to sleep.

Oh, dear.

………

The sound of the hyung’s arrival made the two maknae gulp.

First in the door was Hoseok, hands full grocery bags ” Come help! Quick, save the ice cream if it isn't soup by now.”

Namjoon followed behind. ” I told Jin not to get the ice cream first-He knows how he gets with his coupons.”

”The worst part is he got upset when we told him that's enough food then told to stay in the car.” Yoongi stretched out the pins and needles feeling in his limbs.

”You may say that's enough now, but when that brat comes, he's going to eat us out of house and home!” Jin scolded, unconsciously fetching the rest of the bags.

Jin froze, staring at Jungkook, helping put the food in the correct places. He didn't hesitate to smother his baby boy in a hug, but right after, he jabbed Jungkook's gut.

”Oof!” Jungkook doubled over, gripping his chest. ” I missed you too,” He coughed.

Jin stood tall. ” And there's plenty more where that came from once Hoseok gets his hands on you.”

Anyone but Hoseok.

” I heard Jk!” Hoseok rushed Jungkook a bear hug. ” Thank goodness you're alright!” He jabbed in his Jungkook's gut. ” Where the hell have you been?!”

Jungkook groaned. ” Ou-Ouch..I won't be able to tell you if I keep getting hit.” He cleared his throat. ”America.”

”America!” The hyungs blared out.

Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose. ” What possessed you to go there on your own? Have you forgotten what you are?”

Jungkook sighed. “ I know, I know, but I just envy normal people around my age having the freedom to go wherever they want.”

“ But you’re not," Yoongi brutally minced Jungkook’s sob story. He’s not particularly fond of beating around the bush, especially when dealing with his brothers earlier this afternoon. “ Unlike ‘normal’ twenty-year-olds, you are adored by army who would be upset if anything happened to you.”

Jungkook bowed his head in shame; the thought of army never really crossed his mind.

“And-“ Yoongi continued. “ There are crazies in every country, so what made you think heading off on your own would be alright!?”

“Why America?” Namjoon’s brow jumped as the gears in his head began to turn. “ Out of all the beautiful places we visited-You chose the U.S? What was there that you had to leave without an explanation?”

Namjoon stared at Jungkook’s eyes not in a malicious sense, just a habit when trying to figure out a solution or, in this case, a missing clue to the reason his little brother hopped up and left.

“Twinkats (Twinkies),” Jimin laughed nervously. “ I bet his suitcase is full of them.”

Sadly, Jimin’s fairy charm wouldn’t work this time. Jungkook is drowning in deep waters, and there’s no salvage coming for miles; at this rate, Jungkook had two options: tell the truth, orrrr, run away with his loving wife in his arms.

Not gonna lie; Jungkook leaned towards the second option, but the fates had another plan.

”Hyung! Hyung! Namjoon-Hyungie!!” Taehyung screamed bloody murder, sprinting downstairs minus jumping the last five steps. ” Her ankle is purple!”

Taehyung paused, breathing heavily in front of the kitchen where the interrogation is being held, accompanied by a woman injured cradled in his arms, more worried about him dropping than her throbbing ankle.

Taehyung had the room’s undivided attention, and Jungkook’s enviousness scowl; his wife was clinging on to another man like a baby koala to its mother but had it been him, she would scratch his eyes out.

Let's not mention the fact! It seems like she's only wearing a shirt, and guess who the owner is, not him!

” Who-”

”What-”

”Why”

” How!?”

Before getting into details about the hyung's reaction to their new houseguest, let's first take a detour to Prince Taehyung mini rescue adventure.

A good hour in, Taehyung woke up from the best nap of his life to beautiful damsel sniffles and tears. The sweetheart asked what was wrong and nodded as the damsel explained, coming to realize she was in distress. Prince Taehyung aided the beauty with new clothes and tied a red ribbon into her hair….beacause he thought it would look pretty (Shrugs).

However, her ankle injury required a different source of help, so who else to ask but his favorite Hyung? But he couldn't find Yoongi in his room, so he decided to ask Namjoon instead.

Back to the original story

Taehyung explains the truth unconsciously, throwing his little brother under the bus.

Jin’s eye twitched as he peered at Jungkook, who was attempting to slip out of the kitchen. ” You little sh-!”

Let's just say Jin didn't nearly beat Jungkook almost half to death with a rice paddle while shouting numerous insults to bruise a thousand men’s pride in a second.

It went silent after Jin banished Jungkook to the beach house a few feet from the house until he wanted to see his face again. Namjoon took it upon himself to introduce the gang.

You politely shared a warm hello but wished nothing more to go home.

[nohrianseneschal]

something borrowed ch 7 excerpted WIP below the cut

“Ooh, how about this one?” Camilla shows Corrin a knife set that otherwise looks plain and ordinary. Yet the price tag runs up to five hundred dollars. 

A part of her instinctively rebels at the idea. What could five hundred dollar knives do that cheaper ones can’t? Her mind rushes back to those difficult days after her mother passed away, when she found herself at the brink of poverty, unable to touch any of her mother’s assets or money. Five hundred dollars could’ve fed her for two months then, and now spending as much on four knives of varying sizes feels as wasteful as simply lighting the cash on fire. 

“Isn’t it a bit too much?” she asks. Her lips narrow for a demure pout, exaggerating the meekness of her manner as a small hint.

“Nonsense, I own this set, and my cook cuts the finest steaks. Here, let me scan it…”

Without another word, Camilla scans it into the registry, thus checking off one item from a list of many potential wedding gifts. She sees the protest written all over Corrin’s face and preempts any complaining with a stern lecture. “Oh, don’t worry. Most of your guests won’t even look at these.”

She quirks a brow, somewhat shocked to hear such a blithe remark.

“The kind of people we work with, or live with,” Camilla continues, “are the type to gift boats or rare paintings. My father was once given a fresco from Pompeii when he married Leo’s mother. I think he ended up donating it to the Met— I can’t remember now…”

Corrin can hardly believe what she’s hearing. So what are they doing then, wasting time at an upscale department store when her guests might have lavish ideas of their own? An argument she doesn’t want to have hangs at the tip of her tongue, but Corrin thinks better of it and instead trails behind Camilla as she flits from one display table to another. 

For another hour, they browse through all the dinnerware available, with Corrin placing the luxury goods under intense scrutiny while Camilla simply touches whatever strikes her fancy and scans it into the registry. After a certain point, Corrin gave up trying to be reasonable with the budget or the items themselves (Camilla had scanned a vintage-style porcelain tea set with hand-painted floral details. The set, of course, cost two thousand dollars). Perhaps the idea of throwing whatever into a list of things for others to buy thrills her future sister-in-law, or perhaps she likes the idea of spoiling her big brother and his future wife. Either way, Corrin finds it simpler to give Camilla full reign.

[shwazzberryswriting]

7 Steps to Forgiveness, Step 1: Show Gratitude

Step 1: Show Gratitude

Bian sat on her couch, her legs crossed in front of her with a blindfold on. Yangyang hadn’t specified how long she had to wait for him, but she was certain that five minutes had passed. Sitting back in her seat, she thought about how she agreed to give her boyfriend a second chance. Whatever he had in store was part of his Apology Tour, so she let him take control of how he was to prove himself.

“Babe?” she heard Yangyang’s voice say as she heard the front door opening. She smiled, turning her head in the direction of the sounds. He’d begun calling her babe the day after she told him she was willing to forgive him for hurting her.

“Hey,” she called out, holding up her hand to wave in what she hoped was his direction.

“You can’t see, right?”

“No, and I’ve been sitting here in silence for like, five minutes.”

“OK, I’m almost done,” he said with a rushed tone. She heard rustling noises. She smelt food, scents of a lot of herbs and onions and garlic hitting her nose. She was guessing he’d made her ramen. Her confidence in her guess heightened as she heard dinnerware being set down onto her kitchen table. “Babe, hold your hands out, and I’ll take them. I’ll help you walk over to the kitchen table.”

She did as he instructed, and stood up as she felt Yangyang’s fingers intertwined with hers. Blood rushed up to her face, she knew she was blushing. Whether it was subconscious or intentional, Yangyang as a real boyfriend was extremely affectionate.

She’d never had a boyfriend who kissed her hands and cheek as much as him. Every night for the past week he’d held her in his arms as they watched movies on her couch. And every opportunity he got, he held her hands, often with intertwined fingers. Even a hug came with him taking a few extra seconds to rub her back or a tight squeeze before he let her go.

She’d really come to enjoy him nuzzling his nose against the side of her neck. He could only kiss her cheeks and hand, but he reminded her that she’d forgotten to tell him he couldn’t be affectionate in other ways. It was both cute and annoying, but given how fresh things were, it was mostly cute. If he wanted to hold her close and kiss her cheeks she wasn’t going to reject his affections.

“Ready?” he said when he stopped her walking, and placed his hands onto her shoulders to fine tune how he wanted her to stand.

“It smells good,” she replied, feeling his hands untying the strings to the blindfold.

She blinked a few times before focusing her eyes onto the kitchen table. He’d prepared a hotpot for her. The broth was simmering in the electric burner and the fresh vegetables, cuts of meat, and dry ramen were laid out neatly before the pot of broth and a couple bowls of rice. He’d gone above and beyond a bowl of ramen.

“Wow,” she said as she turned to look at Yangyang. Before she could say another word he spoke up.

“Let me know if the food is good,” he said, pulling her seat out for her.

“You’re really going all out,” she said, smiling. They sat down together. “Did Chenle help you out?” “Renjun and Kun, too,” he said as he began throwing slices of pork belly, beef brisket and bok choy into the broth. “Don’t worry, they’re having their own hot pot at Chenle’s right now. We get to enjoy this alone.”

“The food looks so good,” she said, watching him toss mushrooms and cabbage into the broth. “So, what? A fancy meal once a week for the next month?”

“Fastest way to a person’s heart is through their stomach.”

“The food is amazing,” she said when she’d taken a bite of the meat he’d placed onto her bowl of rice. “You need to eat, too, Yangyang.”

She picked up some mushroom, napa cabbage and a slice of pork belly with her chopsticks and placed them onto his bowl of rice. He ate his food without a word, and she resisted the urge to put her chopsticks down and reach over to kiss the kernel of rice off the corner of his mouth. Instead, she caught his eye and pointed to her mouth to alert him. When they were done eating, he insisted she sit back and relax as he cleaned.

“I miss washing dishes with you,” Yangyang said as he set the cups down beside the sink. “A house full of bros is nothing but dirty dishes all the time. Your place is just your dishes and my dishes.”

“So I see your true motives,” she said, leaning up against the counter to watch him wash the dishes. “You want a lowkey roommate.”

“Hey, if you let me live with you, I’d always wash the dishes.”

“You mean you’ll put the dishes in the dishwasher?” He gave a smile as he began washing the dishes, nodding. She gave a chuckle before walking over to her fridge to grab a frozen popsicle. Unwrapping the pink strawberry flavored popsicle, she rested her back against the counter again as she stood beside Yangyang. “Do you want one?”

“Can I have, like, just a bite of yours?” he replied. He choked out a, “Thanks,” after biting off the tip of the popsicle. His childish tendencies made her smile.

As Yangyang washed the dishes, he talked about a project he had to do for a class, and how his project team turned a night of studying into a drinking game. When she finished the popsicle, Yangyang was focused on scrubbing the big pot they’d used for the hotpot. His tongue stuck out between his lips, and his hair fell over his eyes as he scrubbed at the food stuck to the pot.

“You won’t let me thank you for dinner,” she said, standing up straight, “so,” she stood behind Yangyang as she wrapped her arms around his waist before resting her head against his back.

She shut her eyes, pressing herself closer to him, sighing as she felt the warmth of his body. His familiar cologne blended with the lingering scent of food left on his clothes filled her nose. They listened to the music from his phone as he finished washing the dishes. Her arms held him close and she listened to his heartbeat.

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To Step 2

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DVD commentary on the future next chapter of Old, New, Borrowed, And Blue?

Okay, so I think the ‘future’ chapter of Old, New, Borrowed, and Blue would, when you sent this, have been Chapter 10, so that is the one I am covering!

“Oh, my god,” Roxanne breathes, her eyes wide.

Megamind, watching her face, grins.

“You liked the hoverbike so much,” he says, “I figured you might like this, too.”

Roxanne moves around the motorcycle, looking it over appreciatively. It really is very, very pretty—small and light, as far as motorcycles go, all gleaming silver chrome and black paint with the same pattern of blue lightning bolts as the hoverbike. It looks a little like the hoverbike, really, a little like all of Megamind’s inventions—the ones he actually cares about enough to make them look good.

“You made this,” Roxanne says.

It’s more a statement than a question; she’s not surprised when Megamind makes a noise of assent. “It’s gorgeous.”

Megamind is starting to figure out the things that actually impress Roxanne, which is terribly important and extremely enjoyable for him! 

She glances at Megamind. “But we’re not going to be able to go shopping on it,” she says, with real regret.

Megamind blinks, his expression going uncertain, like he’s suddenly afraid she’s going to laugh, or say something cutting.

“Packages,” Roxanne says, as gently as she can, “All of the—shopping bags and stuff.”

Roxanne is actively trying to be as nice as she can--she’s realizing that her opinion actually is important to him. They’re both trying so hard to be good to each other.

Megamind’s expression clears.

“Oh!” he says. “That’s—you don’t have to worry about that; I brought the de-gun!”

Brought the—?

Roxanne laughs.

“—unexpected mundane uses of supervillain weaponry,” she says.

Megamind arches an eyebrow, a smile at the edges of his mouth.

“Well, you know the gun has a decoupage setting, don’t you?”

Roxanne laughs again.

“You’re kidding!”

Megamind grins at her.

“No, it really does,” he says.

Roxanne shakes her head, snickering.

He really enjoys making her laugh--and he enjoys telling her about his inventions, too. Since she’s being so very nice to him, he feels comfortable enough to tell her about the slightly silly decoupage setting on his de-gun, and make her laugh.

“So the motorcycle is really okay, then?” he asks, “I brought you an extra helmet.”

“The motorcycle is great,” Roxanne says, and then gives him a teasing kind of smile. “Although I definitely wouldn’t have minded finally getting to actually see the invisible car.”

Megamind, handing her the helmet, tilts his head, frowning slightly.

“You’ve never seen—?”

Roxanne gives him a wry look as she puts the helmet on.

“Megamind, I haven’t ever even seen the front seat of it.”

“—oh,” he says, looking surprised. “That’s—I—I suppose you haven’t.”

She’s such a huge part of his life that he didn’t actually realize she hasn’t seen the invisible car. Like when you forget to tell someone who is really important to you something because your brain glitches and thinks that if you know it, obviously they must know it, too. And it never occurred to him that she would be really interested in the invisible car--it’s one of his more basic, and less flashy inventions. 

Megamind is being so good to her that Roxanne feels comfortable enough to tell him that she is interested in seeing the invisible car, that she is interested in one of his inventions.

We get to see how the very-important-to-the-storyline disguise watch deals with Megamind’s head, and some of the limits of the technology.

“Exactly how does the watch deal with your head, anyway?” Roxanne asks, fascinated. “I didn’t even think to ask before, but there’s no way it actually shrinks your head, right?”

Megamind laughs.

“No,” he says, “there are limits even to hard-light—it makes it look like my head isn’t there, but—here, touch.”

He bends his head forward and Roxanne reaches up to put a hand on the top of the helmet. Her hand stops, though, in the air several inches away from what looks to be the top of the helmet.

“Hard-light can mimic most textures,” he says, “but—”

“But it can’t make something feel like nothing,” Roxanne finishes, running her palm over what looks to be empty air, but feels like a motorcycle helmet.

“Exactly.”

“So I should probably not put my hand on the top of your head when you’re in disguise,” Roxanne says.

There’s a momentary pause before Megamind answers.

“—ah—well—no,” he says, “um. Probably not.”

The fact that she’s asking about touching his head is a little...awkward for Megamind. Because it reminds him that he still hasn’t explained about the fact that the back of his head (/neck and shoulders) is an erogenous zone...

“So you need a wedding present, a bridal shower present, and a bachelorette party present?” Megamind asks, sounding fascinated. “That’s a lot of presents.”

Roxanne, critically regarding a set of greenish-yellow dinnerware, nods feelingly.

“I know,” she says, “and the bride gives the bridesmaids all a present, too. And I need to buy cards for the wedding, the shower, and the bachelorette party. And they keep a list of presents and send you a card later, thanking you for whatever you gave them. It’s a whole gift-giving production.”

Megamind really is interested in weddings as a social phenomenon. (Weddings are weird. The sheer amount of traditions and behavioral guidelines.)

“This dishware’s really ugly, right? I’m not just imagining how ugly it is?”

“It’s extremely ugly,” Megamind says.

Roxanne makes a face.

“Oh, well, I guess at least we’re not the ones who have to live with it,” she says.

Notice the way she says “we’re not the ones who have to live with it”. As if she and Megamind are a real couple, who would be sharing a set of dishware.

“And the bachelorette party?” Megamind says, pushing the cart and following Roxanne.

“The bachelorette party?”

“Which one do you want for the bachelorette party gift?”

“Er—no,” Roxanne says, stopping in front of the shelf of kitchen appliances. “That’s, uh. You don’t—you don’t give gifts like these at the bachelorette party.”

Megamind, pulling a boxed-up, coral colored food processor down from the shelf, gives her a look of innocent curiosity.

“Bachelorette parties aren’t like wedding showers,” Roxanne says.

“But both parties are only for women?” he asks.

Again--Megamind is honestly interested in this wedding thing.

“Yeah,” Roxanne says, “but—I mean, wedding showers are like—you play cutesy games and drink lemonade and talk to the bride’s grandma. Bachelorette parties are like—uh, I mean—you all wear penis shaped jewelry and go out drinking and dancing,” she finishes in an awkward rush.

“What—you wear—what kind of jewelry?” Megamind asks in a strangled voice.

This is the kind of thing I’m talking about; wedding traditions are weird! And such an awkward topic of conversation to have to explain to someone you’re attracted to...

Roxanne feels her face heat, but she waves a hand as airily as she can.

“Penis shaped,” she says again, and pretends she doesn’t want to die just a little bit, “the—uh—everything is penis shaped at bachelorette parties—party favors and decorations and—that’s what I’m talking about, bachelorette parties, you give gifts that are, you know—”

Megamind stares at her with saucer-wide eyes.

“—sex—joke—gift. things,” Roxanne says, and dear god, why did she ever start this explanation?

(so awkward)

Megamind’s eyes go, if possible, even rounder.

“Like lingerie or fancy lubricant,” Roxanne says, aware that she’s babbling, but somehow unable to stop herself, “or blindfolds and handcuffs—”

(shit sHIT SHIT why did she mention BLINDFOLDS and HANDCUFFS to MEGAMIND—)

And things just got MONUMENTALLY MORE AWKWARD. Roxanne’s mind goes to blindfolds and handcuffs because--well, she is into that kind of thing--but also because she is talking to Megamind, specifically, who blindfolds and handcuffs her on a regular basis, and who she has just recently realized she’s attracted to.

“—handcuffs?” Megamind asks faintly.

And you can bet that Megamind is now thinking about the fact that he blindfolds and handcuffs her on a regular basis, too, and realizing the--ahem--sexiness of that is not just entirely him imagining things...

“Sex handcuffs!” Roxanne says quickly, which definitely doesn’t make anything better in any fucking way oh god.

“Let’s pick out cards!” she says, making what is probably the most abrupt conversational handbrake turn in the entire history of the universe, and fairly flees towards the card display aisle.

conversational handbrake turn; I was so pleased when I came up with that description, LOL.

“Oh!” Megamind says.

They’ve been looking at cards (and very carefully not at each other) for five minutes in silence, so Roxanne is able to glance over at him without blushing too terribly much.

He’s smiling—almost laughing, and Roxanne finds herself smiling back even though she’s not sure of the joke.

He’s really cute and she really likes him.

He shows her a card with an umbrella and glittery raindrops on the front of it.

“Shower!” he says gleefully, as if the pun is the cleverest thing he’s ever heard.

Roxanne laughs, shaking her head, and reaches for the card.

Megamind liking puns is definitely dear to my heart. As is him not conforming to gender norms.

“And it’s pretty, too!” Megamind says.

Roxanne looks up at him again, and sees, with amusement, that there’s glitter sticking to his fingers.

“Yeah,” she says. “This one’s nice. Which one do you think for the wedding?”

“Oooh!”

Megamind turns to the card display again with every evidence of actual excitement.

Roxanne’s not surprised when he picks out the gaudiest card of the bunch—ivory colored, edged with lace, a wedding cake picked out on the front of it in rhinestones and imitation pearls.

Megamind’s ability to really throw himself into things and have fun is important to the story--as is the fact that Roxanne has trouble letting herself have fun.

(god. when did she get so—so boring?)

She leads the way to the register.

(was she ever actually not boring?)

“Can I pay for half of this?” Megamind asks.

“What? Roxanne says distractedly.

(maybe she was always this boring, maybe she just never noticed before)

Note that he says “Can I?” not “Should I?” or “Do you want me to?” This is something he wants to do.

“No, you don’t have to pay for anything, Megami—Mi.”

Megamind frowns.

“No,” he says, “that’s not—I’d like to.”

“What?” Roxanne says with an incredulous little laugh, “Why would you want to?”

“Well, I—I mean—” Megamind gestures with one hand, lowering his voice, “—the—wedding gift, at least, is supposed to be half from me, isn’t it? If we were actually—we would be buying it together, wouldn’t we, Miss Rit—Roxanne?”

If we were actually dating, he almost says, but can’t quite let himself.

“Yeah, but,” Roxanne says, “I’m not—it seems kind of unfair to make you go through all this and make you pay, too, Meg—ah—I mean—Mi.”

“You’re not making me do anything,” Megamind says in a forceful whisper. “I don’t understand why you keep—If you recall, I’m the one who suggested this, Miss Ri—Roxanne.”

“Only because I made you tell me your idea, Meg—damn it—Mi!”

“It was still my idea, Miss—fuck—Roxanne!”

Of course Roxanne would have difficulty using Megamind’s ‘fake’ name--she likes him; she wants this to be Megamind that she’s with. And Megamind would have trouble remembering that he’s allowed to use her first name.

“Okay, so we’re both really bad at this,” she says, “and we clearly need to practice arguing before we do it in front of other people.”

“I—I don’t want to argue,” Megamind says. “You don’t have to let me pay for any of it. I apologize; I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

He really wants to pretend that they’re actually dating, which is why he wants to pay for half. And he really doesn’t want to argue with her, or make her uncomfortable. He’s worried that she’s uncomfortable letting him pay for half because it would make this seem more like they’re actually dating.

Roxanne has no idea what he means by ‘uncomfortable’. 

“I’m—I’m not—uncomfortable,” she says, “I just—I’m not going to make you go through all of—” she gestures, indicating the store, the cart, herself, “—this, and spend money on it, too.”

Hoooo boy, notice that she gestures to herself, there. She sees herself as a chore.

“Why—” Megamind’s hand flutter in a frustrated kind of way. “I told you, I want to do this. I’ve never—I’ve never gotten to do anything like this before.”

He’s struggling not to also say that he’s so excited to get to spend time with her.

“I’ve never exfoliated with a cheese grater before,” Roxanne says, mouth twisting, “that doesn’t mean it would be fun.”

Megamind makes a dismissive noise in the back of his throat and rolls his eyes.

“I assure you, Miss Ritchi, I’ve a very thorough working knowledge of torture and torment, and this is nothing like either of those things!”

Roxanne raises her eyebrows sardonically.

“Oh, have you exfoliated with a cheese grater before, then?” she asks.

“I’m not allowed to cook anymore,” Megamind says, giving her a look of exaggeratedly offended distain.

Roxanne gives a little laugh and makes a face at him, and he drops the pose. He half turns away, lips quirked in a small smile. He glances at her out of the corners of his eyes.

Roxanne is insulting and dismissive of herself, here, and Megamind turns it around and reassures her, and also deliberately makes her laugh.

“Are you really not having any fun?” he asks, his voice a little wistful. “Is there—something I could be doing differently?”

He wants, so badly, for Roxanne to enjoy spending time with him.

“No!” Roxanne says guiltily. “No, that’s—I—I am kind of having fun, actually, I just—”

She shakes her head. Megamind gives her a questioning look and she pulls a face.

“Nothing,” she says, “I’m being stupid. You can pay for half if you really want to, Megamind.”

She just feels like ‘having’ to spend time with her couldn’t really be a fun thing. 

His face lights up like she’s the one who’s doing him a favor, and Roxanne’s heart does a stupid little flip.

He’s really sweet, and he does feel like she’s doing him a favor--allowing him the full experience of this.

(they’re halfway to the register line before she realizes she’s used his real name again)

Like I said, she really wants this to be Megamind that she’s with. She doesn’t want “Mi”, she wants Megamind.

[punkpoemprose]

December 13th- Waiting

Universe: Modern AU Rating: T (Teen and Up) Length: 1029

Oh look at all this fluff! Floofy floofy fluff. What’s wrong with me? So little angst this time around.

Thanks a million to @m-catherine311 who suggested the song for today! I love this song so much now, oh my goodness!

Sidenote, this is the dress Anna wears here because I WANT IT.

You take forever, ever, ever, ever, hm But you're always worth waiting for You take forever, ever, ever, ever, oh yeah I guess I'll wait a little more Now I know it's time I realize I'mma be spending half my life, yeah With my back up against the door 'Cause you take forever, ever, ever, ever, ever ever ever But you're always worth waiting for -Andy Grammar (Forever)

           Kristoff sighed and sprawled out a little more on the couch. They had a half hour left to get to dinner, and the restaurant was at least twenty minutes away, and that was when roads were clear and traffic was light. But the roads weren’t clear and it was the weekend before Christmas.  As it stood, he’d have to speed to get there on time, and he imagined there would be multiple vehicular maneuvers of questionable legality involved as well if they were going to make it within even a half hour of the time they’d set.

           On top of it all Anna had promised to be ready an hour ago. He wasn’t an impatient man by any means. He couldn’t afford to be with a fiancé like Anna. He frequently indulged her in her flights of fancy, and he rarely complained, even when she made them excessively late for whatever affair they had planned. Today, however, he was a little on edge. He hated to make Elsa wait.

           When he picked up his phone and checked the time again he decided to take a stand. There was no possible way that they were going to make it in time, and he was sure that whatever it was that Anna was up to in their bedroom didn’t need to take as much time as it was.

           He crossed the room, Sven, their massive Newfie, at his heels as he walked up to their bedroom door and knocked.

           “Just a minute!” Anna shouted from behind the door as soon as his fist hit it for the first time, “For God’s sake Kris I’m just changing. Keep your pants on.”

           “Changing?” Kristoff said, shoulders slumping in defeat, “Anna this is the fifth dress you’ve changed into.”

           “Is not!” she called from behind the door, “It’s only been four. I just decided that the first one was best so I’m putting it back on.”

           Kristoff thought, for a moment, about smacking his head against the door, but instead he rolled his eyes at the dog and shrugged. Sven, as always, was decidedly on Anna’s side, and seemed to give him the side eye from below his fluffy tufts of hair.

           “You mean the one with all the buttons and zippers that take hours.”

           Anna laughed from behind the door. “Minutes not hours you big dork. Though I appreciate that you’re thinking in the future. I’m sure it won’t take you that long to get it off me tonight.”

           He put his back to the door and slid down it, defeated. He knew that he should have told her that they had reservations for six instead of seven.

           “I’m more worried about now. Anna, baby, we’re going to be late. Your sister is probably already at the restaurant waiting for us.”

           Another laugh, “Kris I promise, five more minutes and we can head out. Elsa won’t mind, she knows I’m always late to these sorts of things. Plus, it just gives her a chance to figure out what she wants to order. You know how picky she is.”

           He knew exactly how picky she was. In fact he was still trying to prove himself up to par as far as Elsa’s standards went for her sister, and he hated to have any reason to raise her ire, especially when he and Anna had something so important to tell her.

           “Anna, love,” he pleaded from his seat on the carpet, “You said five more minutes an hour ago, please, I just want to…”

           And with a click of the door’s latch, and a thud he was on the floor completely, looking up at Anna from his vantage point on the floor.

           She saw him and immediately broke out into a fit of giggles. He was looking up at her, dumbfounded from his sudden and unceremonious unbalancing, and the look on his face was somewhere between awe and shock. She liked it when he looked at her that way, even given the circumstances.

           “I told you it would only be a little longer,” she said, stepping over him, then = reaching down to offer him help up.

           Kristoff blinked at her hand, his eyes traveling over her body instead. She was wearing one hell of a dress. Emerald green velvet, fitted where it counted, and just flared and long enough in others to make it appropriate dinnerware. Her hair was up in a braided bun, and she’d spent a long time doing her makeup. He let out a low whistle, sending her into another wave of giggles as he helped her up.

           “Worth your time now was it?” She asked coyly as he used her help up to not only stand, but to pull her into his arms once he was up.

           “Baby, you’re always worth waiting for.”

           Anna grinned, “I’m glad you like it,” she said with a giggle, “I did it all to go with the ring!” She lifted her hand slightly to show him how the diamond and silver band matched with her earrings, and gestured to the general loveliness of her attire.

          He blushed, still nervous about telling Elsa, and still feeling like he hadn’t gotten her a nice enough ring to justify the level of loveliness she seemed to think was akin to it. Her smile, however, was enough to wash away his fears.

          She leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his lips, almost certainly passing a little lipstick to him that he’d be forced to deal with in the car.

          “Okay, let’s get going. Oh! And don’t touch my hair. I’ve got so many bobby pins in here it’s practically a spring trap waiting to pop.”

            Taking heed, with a bit of a laugh, Kristoff was careful of her hair as he helped her slip into her jacket. He then tossed his scarf around her neck, it being thicker than hers, and the night being cold. Before he wrapped it up completely he kissed her neck with the excuse of warming her up before heading out into the snowy night, and as heat blossomed across her neck, cheeks, and chest he knew that he had been successful.

[stuckinthekookiejar]

Lost Track of Time pt 3 (final)

|| Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 ||

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff 

Summary: Jungkook wanted to make it up to you. Hopefully, a little less-than-perfect date would do the trick.

[Updated] Word Count: 1322 

Your hands fumbled against the keypad. Your fingers were trembling as you tried to aim for the buttons. 

What was up Taehyung? The tone of his voice had scared you. You never heard him this hushed, this sad, this worried before in all the time that you had known him. What had happened to Jungkook for him to sound this way?

Was he sick? Was he hurt? Was he okay? 

The electronic sound of the door opened chimed after you were finally able to input your passcode. You wanted to slam the door open and rush inside, but you were scared. You were terrified that something so bad had happened to Jungkook, that you weren’t sure if you were prepared to see the worst. 

Slowly you wrapped your hand around the knob and twisted it with hesitation. The door creaks eerily and slams with a loud bang behind you. You slip your shoes off and cautiously enter the apartment. 

It was dark and only the moonlight illuminated the place. Taehyung had said to meet them at your apartment, but they were nowhere to be found.

You rounded the corner from your living room into your dining room and noticed that there were lit candles all around and the table was set for a dinner for two. Sparkling light bulbs hung along the walls and flower petals were scattered across the floor. You walked over to the table and skimmed your hand over the porcelain dinnerware and silver cutlery. You and Jungkook only ever used them whenever you were hosting a party.  

A hand tapped your shoulder from behind, “This way miss.” You were surprised to see Jimin and Hoseok dressed up in fancy, tailed tuxedos. It looked as if they were like butlers. Hoseok took your coat while Jimin guided you to your seat. He pulls out the chair and gestures for you to sit down.

“Jimin-oppa...what’s going on? Where’s Jungkook?” You asked as he pushed you and your chair closer to the table.

“You’ll see. Now just stay here and relax. Okay?” You were utterly confused.

Suddenly a few more lights turned on, revealing Yoongi sitting at a keyboard, and Taehyung holding a mic. The both of them were also dressed in the same get-up as Jimin. They began to play music, serenading you with the love songs you and Jungkook had both called yours. 

You heard a set of footsteps approach grabbing your attention from Yoongi and Taehyung. Jungkook sauntered in carrying a large bouquet of red roses dressed in a slick black tux and his hair styled back. You stood up out of your seat as he approached you.

“J-Jungkook...what’s all of this?” 

“Jagi-ah,” he hands you the flowers, “You are amazing, beautiful, caring...and I deserve none of that. You planned such a perfect date at a 5-star restaurant and you were all dressed up and even bought a present for me. You were going to make our anniversary perfect, but I screwed it all up...I was consumed with my own problems and I lost track of time. Not only that, but I yelled at you, made you cry and just left you all alone,” He pauses and gestures around the room, “I know that these flowers aren’t as expensive as a Rolex, and that this isn’t a 5-star restaurant and that Yoongi-hyung and Taehyung-hyung isn’t the kind of live entertainment a restaurant like that would have had,” 

“Yah!” Yoongi and Taehyung glared at Jungkook, but he waved his hand at them telling them that he was kidding,

“You deserve that perfect date that you planned out, not some makeshift one like this. Like that date, you deserve the perfect boyfriend who’ll spend all his time with you, never hurt and scream at you or remember when his anniversary is. I know I’m not always there for you. I know that I hurt you and yelled foul things at you. I know that I forgot our anniversary. I’ll never be that perfect boyfriend that you deserve, but I hope that you’ll still let me call you mine.” He opens his arms offering an embrace.

Without a second thought, you set the bouquet on the table and leap into his arms almost knocking the air out of Jungkook. However, he was quite startled when you started bawling profusely against his chest.

“Kookie-ah!” You sobbed, “I-I thought...I thought you were dead or something!” His eyes widened as he stroked the back of your head.

“Why would you think that?”

“T-T-Taehyung-oppa c-called me,” You try to stifle your hiccups, “a-and he t-told me that he was calling a-about you and he s-sounded like something b-bad had h-h-happened and...” 

“Shh, shh, I’m okay. I’m here.” Taehyung silently mouthed an apology to Jungkook. He told Taehyung to call you and say something that would make you come home immediately, not scare the living hell out of you. 

You sniffle and eventually calm down, “B-but y-you’re right” you let go of his embrace, “I’m not going to lie to you Jungkook. When you yelled at me last night...all those words that came out of your mouth...they hurt me,” His head hung low, expecting you to say the words that would end your two-year relationship, “But what hurt me the most was when you ran out. How could you just leave like that?” 

Jungkook spoke in a hushed tone, “I left because I was afraid of myself. I was scared that I would hurt you even more than I already did. Those things I said...I even almost called you....called you a bitch...I hurt you, Y/N. I was afraid that it would’ve escalated more and I might’ve...” You cup a hand around his cheek making his gaze meet yours.

“Jungkook-ah, you did hurt my feelings a little, but whatever amount of pain you think you dealt while yelling at me will never amount to how much pain I felt when you left. I was hurt because you left me thinking what if something bad had happened...” You take a breathe, thinking about what to say next, “Yes, you’re not perfect, but you would never hurt me like that, Jungkook. Not physically nor emotionally. I trust you. I love you.”

Suddenly you pulled on his collar so that your lips would be able to capture his. You felt a hand snake around the back of your neck only deepening the kiss even more. You and Jungkook didn’t mind all the oohs and ahhs coming from the other members in the room. You two were in your own world.

“But jagi-ah, you were the one to leave with your belongings you know...I really thought you didn’t want me anymore...” 

“Hey, I never said I was leaving you for good, Kookie, and at least I gave you a note. You just up and left!” You playfully punch his arm. He laughs sporting his famous bunny smile.

“I know jagi-ah...I’m sorry...but I hope that I can make it up to you with this dinner. Jin-hyung said he was making...”

A sudden clatter of dishes from inside the kitchen. The clatter turns into loud crashes. The loud crashes turn into yelling from an angry Jin and the apologies of an embarrassed Namjoon. 

Jin stuck his head out from behind the threshold and Namjoon crept slowly behind him. Jin’s face was all messy with splatters of food and Namjoon had uneven slices of what looked to be diced onions littering his hair, “Uh, JK....how about ordering dinner instead?” 

The two of you and the rest of the members broke down in laughter at the sight. You didn’t care about the fancy dinner or about the perfect date. You cared about moments like this.

They say that time will pass by before your eyes. They say that time will pass by when you’re at your happiest. And you know that what they say is true because with Jungkook, you always lost track of time. 

A/N: We’ve finally come to an end! Sorry about how short this part was, but I hoped it satisfied your needs! Thanks for loving Lost Track of Time because I lost track of time while writing it! ..............okay I just cringed so hard that I would unfollow myself if that was possible....