#hes built like a marshmallow

[holoscout]

another day another fern and jermaine sketch dump whats upppp

[starleska]

gasps...i've drawn two whole pieces of Maxime art but still haven't drawn him in his uber-cosy coat...that's a crime which needs to be remedied immediately 👀

[mayisgoingnuts]

His stance is goofy/lh

THIS PIC OF HIM IS SO FUNNY

[suitetarts]

my darling baby sweetie pie honey bunch .... oh i'd do anything for her

[frog-in-a-dew]

Boys nights out or sm idk never been to one (two of them are missing, one fighting in a tutu magical dress and the other I'm pretty sure is overdosing on sugary snacks)

[timmydraker]

Tim Drake first went to the Iceberg Lounge when he was seven years old.

Due to a rather unfortunate car collision his nanny, a sweet woman named Lillian, had never arrived to care for him while his parents went for dinner with their biggest sponsor. the woman lived thankfully, but when Tim realised he was home alone he grew fearful and took it upon himself to go and find his parents.

Luckily he was paranoid enough with them leaving so frequently he had… found a way to permanently track them.

Tim had only been allowed into the seedy lounge due to the fact that the bouncer on duty recognised him and knew his parents were inside.

Escorting the young boy inside after Tim very politely explained the situation, the man left him in the staff rom for the security and went to get the elder Drakes.

Who promptly betrayed Tim for so recklessly leaving the very safe mansion in Bristol on a public bus and then walking through Gotham in his pyjamas into a very respectful restaurant owned by a very important man all because his nanny was a little late-

Until an incredibly well dressed man came in, waving a cane around with a gleeful look on his face, “Jack! Janet! You didn’t tell me your little one was coming!”

Oswald Cobblepot, AKA the Penguin, didn’t seem to care for the frazzled and furious looks that quickly vanished into something appeasing from the Drakes and instead approached the wide eyed boy who just realised where exactly he was.

Tim looked up at the man and, knowing full well he was one of the most powerful mobsters in the whole world, promptly panicked and went into full faun mode, “I-I’m sorry Mister Pen- Mister Cobblepot, I was just alone and I got scared and I- I wanted my parents-“

Cobblepot, a feared man who had made his very name and appearance enough for people to run or give appeasing bow in a hopes he wouldn’t have them shot on the spot, then cooed.

Tim was then given a new set of pyjamas bought by a henchmen and was given his own room to sleep in for the night while his parents finished their dinner. Tim was given a hot chocolate with penguins shaped marshmallows and despite being in such a dangerous place, he felt so very safe.

Cobblepot tucked Tim in himself and with a somewhat dark look in his eyes said to him, “Look, kiddo, there’s… some people in this world who say they are good or that they will do good by and they don’t. These folks they, ah, don’t always seem like the type and that ain’t your fault, ya hear?”

Tim had listened with a confused expression but chose to keep the words in mind after considering how the older man had built his inheritance up to something so grand. He had to be smart, had to have good advice, even if he used said knowledge for nefarious means.

Tim had left a few hours later, half asleep in his mothers arms, with Cobblepot’s last words in his mind,

“If you ever need anything, you just come by, okay? Don’t worry, I won’t let anything bad happen ‘round ya, not anything that could make the big bat cross with you. But… if you need helps, any at all, just say the word.”

Tim didn’t exactly go and see the monster after that, not at least straight away, but when he got a sprained ankle one night after taking photos of Batman and Robin he panicked. Seen as The Iceberg Lounge was closer than the bus stop and he was really in a lot of pain, the then eight year old decided that it was better to get help quickly than have to wait for hours and only help himself.

So, Tim went to the Lounge and calmly asked the security if they could ask Mister Cobblepot if he could please come help him.

Having been told to allow the boy in if he came by, the man was already radioing to alert the boss only to widen his eyes at the very obviously swollen ankle the boy was standing on.

Picking Tim up carefully and taking him into the office room, he quickly got some ice and wrapped it around the limb.

Cobblepot had rushed in, alarmed at hearing the boy had been hurt and not having any other context, just to find himself telling the boy to be more careful when climbing around to take photos.

Tim, who had been given prescription medicine that Cobblepot had promised him was safe and the young boy had somewhat recklessly decided to trust, was then sleepy and embarrassed and accidentally confessed to taking photos of Batman.

Cobblepot had just been about to order his men to contact his parents, who were in Peru and unavailable, and was left with curiosity.

Tim showed him the actually very good photos and Cobblepot was left with a choice.

Use the boy for information on how he was finding and tracking the Bat or… leave the golden chance to get one over the Big Bat in favour of not hurting the young boy.

If he had lived even the slightest bit crueler of a life, if he had taken the marketing and business opportunity of dealing in kiddies and drugs and the things that are truely evil and not just money control, maybe he would have used the kid.

But this Cobblepot wasn’t as bitter as he could have been, all due to one interaction with Martha Wayne where the woman had chosen him to talk to in a crowd or ‘normal’ people.

He had to repay that kindness in more than just procreating her son.

So, Cobblepot bought Tim some new shoes and a new camera lense and told him come by in a few days so he could check his ankle was healing and maybe to see some more photos?

Tim then started to send printed out photos to Cobblepot every few weeks. Never really of Batman, but of everything and anything he photographed.

Cobblepot adored them and framed his favourite.

When winter came and Tim took as many photos as he could of the snowed in Gotham, the ice rinks and the penguins sat the zoo, Cobblepot had many of them framed and soon half of The Iceberg Lounge was covered in them.

When Robin died Tim went to Cobblepot and sobbed.

The man hadn’t understood why he was so upset at first even though he was a bit shaken by the boy dying, but all that mattered was the kid chose to come to him even though his parents were in town.

That night they talked a lot.

Tim confessed that he wanted to be like Robin, maybe not a hero, but brave and loud and funny and bright and not all polite wording, formal clothes and scheming for partnerships. He wanted to be someone more than a company and a last name, even if he did like his life and all of his friends.

Oswald opened up about his disability and how much he hated it. He told Tim about when Martha Wayne spoke to him like a person, greeting him without bending down or making a show of looking lower. He talked about how he wishes he was different and that he is only so cruel so people respect him.

They make a promise to each other that night.

Oswald promises to be nicer to himself so Tim won’t be worried about him, as well as a more loose promise of trying to avoid the meaner methods of his business.

Tim promises to be whoever he wants and that if her ever becomes Robin, he’ll turn a blind eye to the Lounge.

Tim does become Robin a year later, debuting two years later after his extensive training in an improved suit and with a far a more calculating and measured approach to the role than the last two.

Oswald didn’t stop dealing in weapons and some of the lesser drugs, but he did stop with the drugs that were harder to control and kept getting out of his connections. He still killed those who wronged him, but he gave one chance for improvement and instead of killing his men who failed he dropped their rank to things like janitors or waiters.

Oswald is hurt when his favourite gothamite stops coming around every few months for a chat or sending photos. He worries he upset the boy he started seeing as a family member, which makes him focus on the family aspects of his business, how it started and what he turned it into.

It’s almost a whole year later, a whole year of hearing about and seeing the new Robin get hurt on TV, that he meets the boy wonder.

Tim looks at Oswald, Batman commanding in his earpiece, in full gear and stares at the man in his full Penguin gear.

They lock eyes and Oswald just knows.

Twenty men have guns pointed at him, ready to fire when their boss says so, only to lower them when he stamps his cane down.

Awkwardly they all leave the room, knowing the boss is telling them too but consisted as to why.

Tim starts crying, feeling like he did when his parents were yelling at him when he first entered the Iceberg Lounge, and clenches his fist at his side and tries not to beg forgiveness.

Oswald, hurt that Robin is Tim and that Tim lied, is just so relieved because this means Tim wasn’t angry at him he just couldn’t be friends with a mod boss and be Robin at the same time.

The man smiles, wide and showing off his two golden teeth, he laughs heartily and shouts, “Congratulations, my boy! I can think of no one better for the role!”

Robin runs into Penguins arms, begging for forgiveness and asking for them to please not fight!

Oswald holds the boy for a moment before pulling away, “Listen, the boy behind this mask will always have a safe space in my Lounge, but the mask himself has a job to do. Leave me and the Bat to tussle, for both our sake.”

Sniffling, Tim pulls away and asks in a hopeful but resigned voice, “Can’t you just… stop?”

Oswald smiles and pulls the boy down for a quick squeeze, “You’ve already changed me a lot, but business don’t care for softies. Now, get outa here! My boys are tired so we’re… we’re gonna turn in for the night.”

Tim smiles, knowing full well that Oswald is giving into his puppy eyes but not willing to push it.

Batman, who was listening the whole time, is fucking furious, but can’t deny that Penguin has shaped up in the last few years and isn’t as much of a threat.

Robin is benched for three months and in that time trains with Barbara.

Tim visits Oswald, now named Uncle Ossie, every few months and sends him all of his photos even the odd ones from patrol.

Red Robin works with Penguin often, trading information and getting supplies for The Nest when he is too angry or petty to talk to anyone in the Cave.

Tim Drake has free access to the Lounge and often brings his friends. He knows all the workers names and has his own room next to his Uncle’s, who will always find the time to greet his boy with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek that he has managed to master with his pointed nose.

Everyone thinks Tim is apart of the mob, but considering he’s a CEO of Drake Industries and CFO and COO of Wayne Enterprises and seems to be a bit ignorant to crime statistics, they assume he’s just another rich dumbass or knows what he’s getting himself into.

Red Robin always shows up to the places encroaching on Penguins turf.

Tim Drake spends 57,000$ dollars on a cane made from a meteor that landed in the Arctic and has penguins engraved in the handle.

Red Robin yells at Red Hood for being mean to his ‘uncle’ and everyone assumes that’s why Penguin has gone soft, but when that same Red Robin single handedly beats the hell out of a mind controlled Superboy they decided it’s warranted.

[amourquinn]

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ; quinn hughes ( short fic )

pairing : quinn x fem!reader wc. 1.2k

genre : fluff no warnings

summary : a weekend at the lake house with friends takes an unexpected turn when a nightmare brings you and quinn closer

the lake house was quinn’s idea—a perfect place to escape and unwind. for someone as busy as him, weekends like these were rare, and he was excited to spend it surrounded by his family and closest friends, including you.

you and quinn had been friends for years, the kind of friendship built on quiet understanding and mutual trust. it wasn’t flashy or loud, but it was solid. he’d been there for you during tough times, always offering support in his own quiet way, and you’d done the same for him. you were one of the few people he could truly be himself around—no expectations, no pressure, just quinn.

there had always been an unspoken connection between you, but nothing more than friendship had ever been explored. you weren’t sure why. maybe it was fear of ruining what you already had, or maybe it was just the timing never being quite right. either way, you valued the bond you shared and wouldn’t trade it for anything.

that weekend at the lake house had been a long time coming. the two of you, along with quinn’s brothers, some family friends, and a couple of his teammates, had spent the day making the most of the gorgeous weather.

the morning began with a big breakfast prepared by quinn’s mom, followed by a hike that left everyone a little out of breath but in good spirits. in the afternoon, the lake became the center of activity. you and quinn had spent hours on the water, racing kayaks, teasing each other relentlessly, and soaking up the sun. he’d even pushed you off the dock at one point, laughing as you sputtered and promised revenge.

later, as the sun began to set, everyone gathered for a barbecue dinner. the smell of grilled burgers and hot dogs filled the air, accompanied by the sound of quinn’s brothers bickering good-naturedly. when night fell, the group sat around the fire pit, roasting marshmallows and telling stories. it was one of those perfect days where everything felt easy and carefree.

by the time you finally retreated to bed, your body ached pleasantly from the day’s activities. you’d fallen asleep quickly, but your rest was short-lived.

the nightmare came out of nowhere, vivid and unsettling. you woke up with a start, your heart pounding and your breaths shallow. the images refused to leave your mind, clinging to you like a dark cloud. you tried to calm yourself, telling yourself it was just a dream, but the unease wouldn’t go away. every creak of the old house seemed amplified, every shadow in the room more menacing.

you sat up in bed, wrapping your arms around your knees. you didn’t want to stay in the room alone any longer, but you weren’t sure what to do. then, you thought of quinn. he was only down the hall, and if anyone could make you feel safe, it was him.

grabbing your phone, you hesitated. was it weird to text him this late? but then again, quinn was quinn. he wouldn’t mind. taking a deep breath, you typed out a message.

y/n : hey, are you awake?

the reply came almost instantly.

quinn : yeah, what’s up?

your fingers hovered over the screen as you debated what to say. finally, you decided to just be honest.

y/n : i had a nightmare. i can’t fall back asleep. can i come to your room?

the three dots indicating he was typing appeared almost immediately.

quinn : of course. door’s unlocked.

the hallway was quiet as you slipped out of your room and padded down to his. you cracked the door open to find him sitting up in bed, his phone still in his hand. the soft glow of the screen illuminated his face, and when he saw you, he set it aside, his expression softening.

“hey,” he said quietly. “you okay?”

you stepped inside, closing the door behind you. “not really,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “i couldn’t stay in there alone.”

quinn nodded and shifted over, patting the empty space beside him. “come here. you can stay.”

you hesitated for only a moment before climbing into bed, keeping a bit of distance between you. the mattress dipped slightly under your weight, and the faint scent of his cologne—fresh and familiar—immediately soothed some of your nerves.

quinn pulled the blanket over you, his voice gentle as he asked, “do you want to talk about it?”

you shook your head, your gaze fixed on your hands. “it was just… bad. i don’t even remember all of it, but it left me feeling weird. i couldn’t fall back asleep.”

his brow furrowed in concern, and he leaned back against the headboard. “i get that. sometimes i get those dreams too.”

his tone was steady, calming, and you felt a lump rise in your throat. you weren’t used to letting people see you like this—vulnerable and scared—but quinn made it feel okay.

“you don’t have to talk about it,” he added. “just stay here. you’re safe.”

“thanks, quinn,” you murmured, settling into the pillow.

“anytime,” he replied softly, lying back down beside you.

at first, you kept to your side of the bed, still feeling a little awkward. but as the minutes ticked by, the quiet steadiness of his presence started to chip away at your unease. his breathing was slow and even, and the warmth radiating from his side of the bed was strangely comforting.

⋆˙⟡

the morning sunlight streaming through the blinds woke you. blinking groggily, you realized two things: quinn’s arm was wrapped around you, and your head was resting on his chest. sometime during the night, you’d both shifted closer, his body curled protectively around yours.

the door creaked open, and you turned your head just in time to see trevor step inside.

“hey, quinn, breakfast is—” he stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he took in the scene.

“well, well, well,” trevor said, his voice laced with amusement. “what do we have here?”

your cheeks flushed as you instinctively tried to pull away, but quinn groaned, pulling you closer.

“too early,” he mumbled into your hair, his voice heavy with sleep.

“breakfast is ready,” trevor said, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “but i can see you two need… a little more time.”

“trev,” quinn muttered, his voice muffled, “shut the door.”

trevor chuckled, retreating and closing the door behind him.

you sighed, finally managing to tilt your head back to look at quinn. his hair was a mess, and his eyes barely open, but there was a small, sleepy smile on his face.

“five more minutes?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

he shrugged, his arm still loosely around you. “we deserve more than just five minutes of sleep.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile forming on your lips. “you’re impossible.”

“maybe,” he murmured, his voice soft and raspy. “but you’re comfy.”

the honesty in his tone made your breath catch, and for a moment, neither of you moved. the morning sunlight bathed the room in a golden glow, and the world outside seemed to fade away.

“okay,” you finally said, settling back into his embrace. “ten more minutes.”

quinn’s smile widened as he pulled you closer, and the two of you drifted off again, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment before breakfast.

© amourquinn

[connorsui]

More than luxury - Sylus

Sylus x fem! Reader

Synopsis: Sylus, a man who has spent his life chasing luxury and success, finds himself increasingly disillusioned by the hollow comforts of his opulent lifestyle

Genre/Warnings: pure fluff, soft moments, longing, sylus wanting a comfort life with you, no warnings we die in marshmallows

Note: sylus got that money money...like ...billion ..type of money ...

Sylus had always been drawn to the finest things life had to offer. His days were filled with high-end cars, exclusive parties, and luxurious penthouses overlooking the city skyline. He’d spent years chasing after these things, convinced that they would bring him happiness. But now, sitting alone in his sleek apartment, surrounded by all the trappings of success, he felt a hollowness he couldn’t shake.

It was in those quiet moments when his thoughts would inevitably drift to you.

Your life couldn’t be more different from his. While he spent his nights at glittering events, you were in your kitchen, baking something sweet, the aroma filling your small but cozy apartment. You didn’t need much to be happy—a cup of tea, a good book, maybe a favorite movie playing in the background.

Sylus found himself captivated by the simplicity of your world. He often made excuses to visit—dropping by under the pretense of needing to discuss something trivial or offering to pick you up on his way home. But really, he was just desperate for a glimpse into the life you led.

He would linger in your apartment longer than necessary, pretending to be interested in whatever small talk you offered, but really, he was soaking in the atmosphere. There was something grounding about your space, something that made him feel more connected to the world, more at peace. He marveled at how you could find joy in the small things—a new recipe you wanted to try, a potted plant you’d picked up from the market, or the soft glow of string lights you’d hung across your window.

Sometimes, he’d catch himself lost in thought, imagining what it would be like to come home to you. To walk through the door after a long day and be greeted by the smell of dinner cooking in the kitchen, to hear your laughter as you told him about something silly that happened during your day. The idea of slipping into this routine, of being part of your world, was both foreign and deeply appealing to him.

He imagined helping you in the kitchen, albeit awkwardly, chopping vegetables under your patient guidance. The two of you would bump into each other, laugh at his lack of culinary skills, and eventually settle into a rhythm that felt easy and right. It wasn’t something he’d ever thought he wanted—this kind of domestic bliss—but now he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

When he was alone in his cold, modern apartment, the luxury he had once craved felt empty. The sleek, stainless steel appliances, the minimalist decor—they all seemed meaningless without you there to share them with. He found himself wondering when his priorities had shifted. When had he started longing for something more than just wealth and success?

Sylus didn’t have all the answers, but he knew that he wanted you to be a part of his life. More than that, he wanted to be a part of yours. He was willing to leave behind the life he had built if it meant he could have something real with you.

So the next time he saw you, he didn’t make an excuse to leave quickly. Instead, he stayed. He asked about your day, offered to help with dinner, and when you laughed at his clumsy attempts, he couldn’t help but smile. He felt like he was finally where he was meant to be.

And as you sat together at your small dining table, the two of you sharing a meal, Sylus realized that this—this simple, quiet moment—was worth more than all the luxury in the world.

Sylus shall live in my chamber of poor pillows

[mattslolita]

˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧

"psst, y/n...y/n, wake up!"

your eyes fluttered as you stir, before gaining composure and slowly opening your eyes; your best friend is crouched down beside you, a big grin on his face as he stares down at you. "chris, what time is it?"

"it's already past midnight," he whispers to you, nodding his head towards you, "c'mon, we have to go before we wake everyone else up!"

"chris, i-"

"come on, y/n!"

a small groan leaves your lips as you get up as quiet as possible from your blanket spread on the floor next to nate. nick and matt had successfully been able to sleep on the actual bed, and you're pretty sure nate had rolled off and fell next to you. chris volunteered to sleep next to you on the floor, claiming you'd get "lonely" by yourself down there; all of your friends knew chris just wanted an excuse to be near you at all costs.

you rub the sleep from your eyes, smoothing out your pajamas that you had worn to sleep. you and chris wore your matching set of snoopy pants, whilst you opted for a white tank top.

a shiver ran down your spine at the exposure of the chilly wind that seeped inside from the window. you turned to see the window slightly cracked open, small dribbles of snow pattering softly against the glass. chris tossed you a hoodie of his, which you gratefully accepted as you threw it on your shoulders.

"what are we even doing up this early?" you giggled to him, as he grins while taking your hand.

you both tip-toed to the kitchen, careful not to wake everyone in the house up. two steaming mugs sit on the countertop, filled to the brim with hot chocolate; marshmallows decorate the top, the heat making fun swirls as it circles around the coffee mugs.

"i wanted to make snowmen," chris shrugs, causing your eyes to widen and then narrow at him.

"boy, are you kidding me?" you seethe, hurrying to your own mug as you let the heat encompass you. "i was trying to sleep!"

"but you love the snow!" chris pouts, causing you to roll your eyes, "an' i didn't wanna make them alone."

after a few sips of hot chocolate, putting your hands on your hips and giving chris an exasperated look. "fine, i'll make them with you. but you owe me."

"deal, m'lady," chris agrees, wriggling his eyebrows, "let's go!"

he takes your hand in his, the both of you walking towards the front door of the cozy home. once outside, you're immediately greeted with the beautiful scenery of snow falling from the sky. a small gasp leaves your lips at the sight, watching as it falls slowly to the covered streets of boston. the streetlights illuminated an icicle that covered nick's bedroom window from upstairs, and you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face.

"hey kid, y'done gawking at the icicles?" chris suddenly whispers in your ear, to which you elbow him slightly.

"i bet i can make mine before you!"

"you're on!"

whilst the rest of the city was fast asleep, you and chris littered your street with giggles and laughs as you built snowmen with each other. you loved christmas with the sturniolo's. when your house didn't feel Iike home, they always welcomed you with open arms, treating you as their own. especially your best friend, chris; most of all, he felt the most like home.

the beautiful white crystalline snow continued to fall upon you guys, laughter filling the quiet and making you feel like a kid again. that was the effect he seemed to have on you; he healed and bought out your inner child again.

your heart was filled with nothing but a pure joy as you wagged your arms up and down whilst in the snow, creating a snow angel. you looked up at the sky, smiling as you reveled in the comfort of the people that felt like home.

all the while, chris's gaze never leaves you; he watches you with nothing but pure admiration lining his features, drinking in the sight of your happiness. and he had yet to know he was one of the many reasons that caused it.

you turned to look at him just then, your heart hammering in your chest as his lips slowly upturn into a smile. "merry christmas, m'lady."

"merry christmas, chris."

[ssahotchnerr]

i think it would be funny if y/n and aaron went to go pick ellie and jack up in the morning and JJ and pen were super cheeky about their night together.

the following morning

stop i adore that hehe that's so funny cw; fem!reader, dad!aaron, slight allusions to sex (nothing explicit), mentions of food, teasing banter and overall domestic fluff <3

on hiatus - part one

As soon as JJ opened the front door, the smug look on her face was the first noticeable thing; a knowing, devious glint in her eyes, eyebrows raised.

Aaron internally face palmed. "Don't start."

"Well look who it is. Enjoy your night?" She inquired amusingly, giving the both of you a quick look-over, Aaron more specifically. "You must've, you don't look nearly as tense as you did yesterday."

"Aaron? Tense?" You teased, grabbing his bicep and giving it an affectionate squeeze. Due to the polo he wore, you could easily feel his solidly built muscles. "Unheard of."

"You should've seen him." JJ allowed you both the room to enter, you closed the door behind. "He was begging us to take the kids off your hands."

"I wouldn't call it begging." Aaron defended himself, rolling his eyes to mask his itching smile. Guilty. "I simply asked if any of you were able to babysit."

"I don't know. The 'just a few hours, please' in the most desperate voice seemed a lot like begging to me." JJ quipped back, a smirk forming on her face.

"It was nice." You lovingly grinned at Aaron, still in the afterglow from the night before - you could feel the more-heightened-than-usual infatuation rippling throughout yourself. "Really, really nice."

"Did the two of you make a date night out of it?"

"No, we just stayed home."

"Oh I see, so right down to business-"

"Okay." Aaron blurted out, reentering himself into the conversation, his gaze moving down sheepishly for a moment. His expression took on a more serious look when lifted, "How were they?"

JJ casually crossed her arms, her mouth pursing nonchalantly. "Fine."

"How was Ellie?" You asked, your hand moving to Aaron's. "Was she difficult?"

"Not at all," JJ walked further in, the two of you followed. "She shed a few tears at bedtime, and I had some trouble getting her down. But once she was, she was fine. Especially once a movie was on."

"And she didn't keep the whole house up?" Aaron asked jokingly, but there was some seriousness within his words. With Ellie, you never knew.

"I think the boys wore her out honestly." JJ chuckled, her expression softening. "They were out in the yard for a bit. Poor thing, her little legs were trying their absolute hardest to keep up."

The three of you entered the kitchen, where breakfast was occurring. Ellie spotted the two of you first, the pigtails on her head absolutely disheveled and falling out from sleep. Her face lit up, "Mommy, Daddy!"

She scrambled out of her chair, her spoon clanging onto the table and rushing to Aaron's side.

"Hi Ellie Bellie." Aaron hoisted her up into his arms, giving her a smile. "Did you have fun?"

Ellie nodded enthusiastically, "Auntie Penny painted my nails." She stuck her hand out, displaying her fingers for him proudly. "They're pink."

"I see."

"We match," Penelope added from where she was also sat at the table; still in her pajamas, adorned in a colorful robe with a silk sleeping mask on her forehead. "Needless to say."

You wrapped your arms around Jack from behind, resting your chin on the top of his head. "How about you Jackers, have a good time?"

"Uh huh. We played soccer, then Henry and I built a whole Lego town. It had a park, neighborhoods, and we built where Dad, Aunt JJ and Aunt Penelope work too." Jack answered after a swallow of cereal, using his spoon to swirl around the marshmallows left in the milk. "We haven't taken it down yet if you wanna see."

"Um, of course we do." You gave him a squeeze, causing him to laugh. "And you were good for your Aunt JJ?"

He nodded, "I helped clean up the pizza we had for dinner."

"Cleared off the table without me even asking." JJ added, "Super helpful and sweet. As was Miss Ellie." She tossed Ellie just an equal grin - who bashfully hid her face in the crook of Aaron's neck.

After breakfast, Legos were viewed, all was cleaned and packed up, (Penelope also insisted on doing Ellie's hair), the Hotchners were on their way. Jack had practice in a few hours, and the usual Saturday errands were awaiting.

"Thank you again." Aaron told JJ, retrieving the stuffed bunny from Ellie, which she had just shoved at his thigh for him to hold, running out after her brother. "We owe you big time."

"Anytime, they're both always welcome, excuse needed or not. Although, Will and I may need to strike the same favor in return."

"Of course." You embraced her thankfully, juggling a tad due to Jack and Ellie's overnight bag in your hand - Aaron grabbed it from you before it could slip from your grasp. "Just let us know."

"So, are you ready to sleep in your own bed tonight?" Aaron asked Ellie, placing her bunny on her lap and strapping her into her carseat. He peered over at Jack too, ensuring his seat belt was fastened as well.

"Nope."

[inseobts]

hello!!! could you write one about how after a fight the crew had, zoro being turned into a kid and how chaotic it would be? nothing weird just some platonic fluff if it makes sense 😭

Baby-Zoro Chaos

zoro x gn!reader (platonic)

a/n: it's not really after a fight but I thought it would have been funnier like this lmao hope you'll like it (ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀)♡

words count: 1.0k

tags: platonic, child zoro, humor

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The argument is loud. Deafening, even. Voices crash over each other like waves in a storm, and it’s absolute pandemonium. Nami’s scolding Luffy with all the fury of a woman who has had enough of everyone's nonsense, Sanji’s throwing rapid-fire insults at Zoro, and you, poor, exhausted you, are trying (and failing) to restore some semblance of order before things spiral completely out of control.

Zoro, of course, refuses to back down, his arms crossed, his expression bored but somehow still managing to radiate pure stubbornness.

“You’re a walking disaster, Mosshead!” Sanji shouts, jabbing a finger at him, his other hand dramatically planted on his hip.

“Tch… shut up, cook” Zoro grumbles, like the human embodiment of an eye-roll.

Before another insult can be launched, before the chaos can climb to its inevitable crescendo, a blinding flash of light explodes.

Everything and everyone stops. Frozen mid-argument, blinking furiously, the crew barely has time to process what just happened before Luffy, ever the first to state the obvious, shouts “WHAT WAS THAT?!”

You turn to look toward Zoro and Sanji to see what they did, and there you instantly forget how to breathe.

Zoro is… small.

Not just small. Tiny. Miniature. Pocket-sized (not really but really close).

His usual towering, muscular frame is gone, replaced by something impossibly round and chubby. His oversized clothes hang off his tiny form like a poorly fitted costume, his green bandana slipping down over his ridiculously large, confused eyes. He stares down at his own tiny hands in horror.

Zoro opens his mouth to demand an explanation, to yell, to curse, but instead of his usual gruff voice, a high-pitched squeak escapes his lips “G-guh!”

The room is silent for all of two seconds before Luffy collapses onto the floor, absolutely howling with laughter.

“ZORO, YOU’RE A BABY! THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER!” Luffy shrieks, slamming his fists against the ground as he wheezes.

Everyone else trying to hide their laughs.

Zoro, whose sheer presence is usually enough to strike fear into enemies, now looks like a furious, grumpy cherub. He stomps his tiny foot, but instead of an intimidating display of anger, he wobbles, loses his balance, and tumbles forward in the most unceremonious, helpless little roll.

“ZORO!” you yelp, lunging to catch him, but he’s already on the floor, his tiny fists flailing in frustration.

“Grah!” he shouts, or at least, tries to. What actually comes out is a high-pitched, indignant wail that only makes Luffy laugh harder.

Luffy scoops Zoro up with absolutely zero hesitation “I’m carrying you now! You’re my new little buddy!” he announces, swinging Zoro around like an overexcited kid with a new toy.

Zoro, whose entire being is built on strength and dignity, is now reduced to a tiny, helpless baby being manhandled by a rubber idiot. His eyes are practically shooting laser beams of rage “Goo-goo, gah!” he shrieks, flailing his tiny limbs in protest.

“Oh my god, I am never letting this go,” Sanji says, wiping a tear from his eye “Look at you, Marimo. Acting like a little brat already.”

Zoro turns his furious, oversized eyes on Sanji and, for a brief, glorious moment, tries to scowl. But the attempt is absolutely ruined by the way his lip trembles.

“Gaaah!” he cries out, trying to push against Luffy’s chest. Unfortunately, his tiny hands are as threatening as wet marshmallows. The realization that he has lost all his usual strength hits him like a ton of bricks.

His face scrunches up. His frustration mounts. And then—

A wail erupts from his tiny lungs, loud and dramatic “WAAAAAAAH!”

“Oh my god, he’s... he's crying” Usopp gasps.

You rush forward and scoop him into your arms before Luffy can swing him around again “Shh, shh, Zoro, it’s okay” you murmur, gently rocking him, but Zoro is having absolutely none of it. He kicks, he squirms, he shakes his tiny fists in a rage.

Sanji, grinning like he just won the lottery, leans in “Aw, poor little Zoro. Did someone get all cranky?”

Zoro’s face turns an even darker shade of red. He lets out an absolutely furious, nonsensical string of babbling that sounds suspiciously like an attempt at cursing. His chubby little arms flail toward Sanji, but his baby coordination betrays him, and he just ends up smacking himself in the face.

Luffy loses it all over again, slapping the floor as he cackles “HE HIT HIMSELF! OH MY GOD, THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN!”

Zoro, still struggling in your hold, lets out another furious wail before hiccupping mid-cry. His tiny body trembles as he sniffles, his pride in absolute tatters.

You sigh, stroking his soft green hair “Okay, let’s focus, guys. How do we fix this?”

Nami, who has been suspiciously quiet, finally steps forward. She looks at tiny, blubbering Zoro and tilts her head “Do we even want to fix this?”

“YES!” Zoro shrieks, though it comes out as “BAAABYYY!”

Chopper, ever the doctor, has his hooves on his chin, deep in thought “It could be temporary. Or maybe it’s a curse? Or a weird Devil Fruit power?”

“Well, until we fix him, he’s our new baby,” Luffy declares, grinning “I’m gonna take such good care of him.”

“Grrr!” Zoro whines, but his tantrum has tired him out. His little head droops against your chest, his energy spent. His tiny fists clutch weakly at your shirt as he lets out a small, defeated sigh.

“Looks like he’s finally calming down” you murmur, rubbing his back.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sanji smirks “Just don’t let him near sharp objects.”

You glance down at baby Zoro, his big eyes fluttering closed as he drifts off into an exhausted nap. Even like this, tiny and helpless, there’s still something undeniably Zoro about him. Stubborn, strong, and unwilling to back down—even if his body has completely betrayed him.

Luffy grins and reaches out, poking his tiny cheek “He’s so squishy.”

Zoro grumbles sleepily, too tired to protest.

You sigh, looking at the ridiculous scene before you “We’ll figure it out...” you say, though, deep down, a part of you knows that until you do, things are going to be absolute, unhinged chaos.

But then again, when is life with the Straw Hats ever anything else?

[theonlyhonoredone]

I Cling to You

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Reader, Modern AU

Warnings: none

Summary: a cozy night at Sukuna's house

Masterlist

Late nights crowded in Sukuna’s backyard were a frequent event during the summer. He’d built a fire pit with his younger brother that was perfect for late night smores and smoke circles. Tonight it was both, with you opting to stay outside with Yuji and his friends rather than sitting around with Sukuna and his. As much as you loved the man he didn’t exactly hang out with the most savory crowd, a result of his work mostly, but still. You were much happier sitting between Yuji and Nobara, laughing as you passed around a small joint and crammed marshmallows on sticks. The only unfortunate thing was that smoking always made you a bit clingy. 

You wanted nothing more than for your boyfriend to have a hundred percent of his attention on you. Since Sukuna was almost never not in a clingy mood he was always happy to indulge you and make sure everyone knew he was all yours and you were all his. You were beginning to get impatient waiting for him to inevitably come outside in search of you. If you had to guess he was either fighting with someone or trying to instigate a fight between others. You hoped for the latter because you couldn’t snuggle up to him if he was all bloody. For a moment you considered just walking in and demanding his attention, but you enjoyed the ego boost of him coming in search of you. So you could tease him about his inability to stay away from you. It was your responsibility to tease him after all.

“Fuck,” Nobara swore as her marshmallow fell into the fire.

“You gotta twirl it,” Yuji instructed, “It got too melted because you held it still.”

“I like to light it on fire and get it burnt,” you blew your marshmallow after letting it burn for a moment, “See? You gotta get it crispy.”

“You’re also into my brother so your taste is questionable,” Yuji laughed.

“Hey!” you shoved him through a fit of giggles. 

He stuck out his tongue while Nobara groaned, “That was the last fucking marshmallow.”

“S��okay, there’s more inside,” you patted her shoulder as you stood, “I’ll go get them. Does anyone want anything else?”

Megumi, who had been intently staring at the stars, muttered, “Water, please.”

“You got it Megs,” you squeezed his shoulder before retreating inside.

You felt a bit like you were floating as you walked, every step made you giggle. You watched your feet, willing yourself to stay in a straight line.

“Oi, what are you doing?”

Your head snapped upwards at the sound of your boyfriend's voice, “Kuna!”

He smiled as you threw yourself into the doorway, wrapping your arms around his waist, “You good?” he hummed.

You nodded and buried your face in his stomach, “Yeah, you’re cozy you know?”

“You’re the only person who thinks that,” he chuckled and pushed a hand through your hair, “What are you doing?”

“Getting more marshmallows for Nobara, and water for Megumi.”

“Tell them to get off their asses and get it themselves,” he pinched your chin and titled your head up towards him, “We’re all done, I wanna come sit with you.”

“Ah, that sounds nice,” you sang, getting on your tiptoes to ask for a kiss.

He pecked your lips, “I agree, so let those brats take care of themselves,” he lifted your arms up above your head, running his hands down them before placing them on his shoulders. His own hands settled at your waist, strong hands holding you firmly in place,  “I’m not sharing your attention alright?”

You nodded in agreement, another giggle tumbling from your lips, “You’re awfully greedy, Sukuna.”

“That’s right, if I had it my way no one else would even get to look at you,” he nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Ew!” Yuji gagged as he looked over at the two of you, “There’s something seriously disturbing about you being all lovey dovey Sukuna.”

Sukuna glared at his brother, “Would you prefer I throw you in that fire?”

“I’d be less disturbed,” he nodded.

“Ah, be nice Yu,” you stumbled back to them and ruffled his hair, “I know he’s your big tough brother but he’s got to be romantic with me, I’m his girlfriend, or are you so high you forgot?”

“No, I’m just still wondering why,” he scoffed.

“You’re just saying that because he’s your brother,” you rolled his eyes, “He’s a total catch.”

Nobara snorted, “No way, you could totally do better. Have you smelled him after he comes home from the gym? One time he picked Yuji and I up and we nearly fainted.”

“No, I haven’t because he’s a gentleman and he always cleans up before he comes to see me. Right Kuna?” you turned to him with a smile.

“Smelling good doesn’t excuse his attitude,” Megumi muttered, “I don’t think there’s anyone in town he hasn’t gotten into a fight with.”

“You’re all talking a lot of shit for a bunch of freeloaders using my house and weed,” Sukuna glared at them and set his hands on your waist once more, “I’ll have you little shits know I’m a perfect boyfriend. Right baby?”

You nodded, “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Pretty much?” he scoffed and leaned into your ear, “You got something you want to say to me woman?”

You laughed as his breath tickled the side of your face, “No, no, you just get hangry sometimes.”

“Mmm, well maybe next time I’ll just take a bite of you,” he nipped at your jaw, making you yelp and him chuckle, “Delicious.”

“Gross!” Yuji gagged again, “I’m seriously gonna hurl.”

“Yeah take the groping session inside,” Nobara waved her hand to dismiss you both.

“You think that’s groping?” Sukuna grabbed your ass with a smirk.

You spun and hit his chest, trying your best to hold in laughter, “Stop it, they said stop it.”

“No, they said take it inside,” he’d lifted you up and thrown you over his shoulder before you could react, “Make sure you dumbasses put that fire out before you come inside!” he called to them as he marched you both into the house. You giggled and called for him to put you down while he stomped into the living room. There were still some of his friends loitering but he was quick to order them away,. “Girlfriend’s tired, we’re going to bed,” he explained, “So you should all get the fuck out of my house, and don’t wake us up on the way out!”

He slammed the bedroom door shut and tossed you onto the bed with an exaggerated huff. You laughed as your body bounced a few times, “Kuna,” you whined, “I was having fun.”

He rolled his eyes while he tugged his shirt over his head, “So watching me get picked on is fun to you?”

You nodded and undressed yourself, “Yeah, I think it’s good for you too, getting your ego checked you know?”

“You build my ego up more than anyone else,” he threw one of his clean shirts to you and discarded his jeans, “You want me to put on a movie or something?”

You shook your head, now clad in only his shirt, you reached your arms up for him, “No, I just wanna snuggle.”

He pulled your arms to his shoulders again and lifted you up as he pulled back the blankets. He pressed a kiss to your head before crawling into bed next to you, smothering you with his massive bodies. Every inch of you was pressed to every inch of him. You bantered with him until your words stopped making sense and your eyes began to droop. It became a contest of who could stay up longer, and you’d spend the next morning arguing about who’d won.

[dailynnt]

FRIENDS WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE

⊹ Summary: Jungkook and you, his childhood friend, live together in an apartment, sharing space as roommates. Your relationship, built on years of friendship, is gradually becoming strained by growing sexual tension. You decide to become friends with benefits, trying not to complicate your feelings. But Jungkook's world is not so simple. When you begin to realize that he is hiding something, you open the veil of his double life - a world of mafia, criminal activity, and risk that could ruin not only your deal, but everything you valued in each other.

⊹ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ Fem!Reader

⊹ Characters: The Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jeon Hoseok.

⊹ 🔞 Age restrictions: 18+

⊹ 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 Relationships: ⚤

⊹ 📘 Number of part: 6/30

⊹ 🖇️ Tags: best friends, friends with benefits, slow longing, sexual tension, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, drunken sex, inexperienced main character, mafia au, illegal trade, deaths of minor characters, weapons, swear words. Tags will be added as the story is written.

⊹ 👩🏼‍💻 From the author: As I promised, there another part by the end of the week. I hope you will enjoy it as well. There's already a main plot twist here. But man, I have so many ideas for what should be in this story that I think there will be more parts than I expected. Maybe it will be somewhere around 30 or more, I'm not sure. As always, I welcome your comments and likes. I so appreciate that you like my story.🥰💜

⊹ 🫂 Dedication: From this part, I want to dedicate this work to my darling @myjungkookthighs who has been supporting and loving my story since the first part. My darling, I so appreciate all your love for my story and your endless support. Now this story is for you.💜🥰

⊹ ⚠️ Warning: English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the text. Please don't get mad at me too much! Those under 18, please don't read this story!

⊹ 📋 Tag list: @myjungkookthighs , @notsevenwithyou (If anyone wants to be in my tag list let me know)

≣ Chapter Index ↓

Part 6: A school friend and an offer that's hard to refuse.

You look at the cup of hot cocoa that the waiter places on the table in front of you. The cup is large and red with the words "Merry Christmas" written on it. The cocoa is decorated with marshmallows, which you don't like. You look at this cup and you don't want to touch it at all, even though cocoa is your favorite semi-winter beverage, except for hot chocolate.

"I remember that you like cocoa. When we went home from taekwondo school, Jungkook and I would always buy you some." - You turn your attention to Doohoon as he speaks. His speech is relaxed, with elements of nostalgia. You look at him, and all you feel is disgust. You don't feel comfortable sitting at this table in a café and talking to him, but you probably have to talk to him.

Doohoon used to be your best friend, just like Jungkook. You've been friends since you went to taekwondo school together. It was because of Jungkook, who had a talent for making friends wherever he went. Even though you were a year younger than the two of them, you never had any problems. The fact that you were a girl was also normal for them, and you liked hanging out in their company more than with the girls in your class, who were all afraid of you and didn't really want to talk to you. You didn't suffer because you had Jungkook and Doohoon.

You knew Jungkook almost from birth because your parents were friends. So Jungkook was the one who introduced you to Doohoon. They were almost inseparable. And it seemed that nothing in life could separate them, and they would remain friends forever. But this is life, and it is not as we would like it to be.

Everything began to fall apart when Jungkook and Doohoon, who were classmates to all that, was at graduation class. Jungkook was the best student at your taekwondo school. He was often participated to compete and always came back with a victory. In his senior year, on the recommendation of his coach, he was supposed to go to a sports university and train professionally in taekwondo. Jungkook was very promising in this area and would have had a brilliant career, if not for one incident. This incident was directly related to Doohoon.

Doohoon was always number two. He could never beat Jungkook no matter how hard he tried. It seemed to hurt his pride. Doohoon really tried not to worry about this fact, but when Jungkook became more and more popular and needed by everyone, it finally destroyed his friend who had always been in the shadows.

Jungkook came to you one evening after school, upset and irritated. He sat in your room and barely spoke when you told him about your plans for the future and that you wanted to study journalism. And that you were jealous of him because he was graduating this year and you had to study for another year. When Jungkook answered "uh-huh" once again, your nerves gave out and you finally decided to ask him.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you just mooing like a cow?" - You were angry.

"Nothing's wrong." - He said dryly, not even looking in your direction.

"Did you come to my house in such a mood just to sit next to me and ruin my mood?" - You kept asking. Jungkook turned his gaze to you and stared for a few seconds without blinking. You were embarrassed. He exhaled heavily, and it was clear that he didn't want to talk about it at all. But that's why he came here, isn't it?

"Actually, something happened." - He finally admits. You roll your eyes. Did it?

"What is it?" - You ask, trying to be patient.

"You know I have to go to a competition at the end of November. This competition is very important because it will help me get high scores when I apply to the Korean National Sports University." - Jungkook began.

"Yes." - You said. "You're representing our city in this competition, I know."

"I should have to, my school principal has already signed me up to participate in the competition." - Jungkook says in despair.

"Wait, what do you mean, 'should have'? You're not going? What happened?" - You asked. Jungkook looked at you again, and you saw him turning more and more like a black cloud.

"Doohoon's father asked the principal to spar with me. He said I had to prove that I was really the best student in the school. Doohoon is also good at taekwondo and he has a good chance of winning the competition." - It's like you were hit over the head when Jungkook finished. What Doohoon, there must be some mistake.

"Stop, Jungkook." - You say in an attempt to clarify things. "Doohoon is going to fight with you? But you were chosen because you have the highest level in the school. There's no need to spar with you because it's obvious that you're the best and you'll win. What is wrong with this fool? Couldn't he stop his father? You're best friends with him. Besides, Doohoon's family has so much money that these competitions don't matter to him. He can get into that university just because his father will pay for it!" - You protested. Jungkook just sat there silently with his head down. You were silent until Jungkook broke the silence.

"When I heard that, I went to him. I asked him if he really wanted to fight me for this competition. And do you know what he told me?" - Jungkook was almost shaking with anger.

"What?" - You ask quietly. Jungkook laughed hysterically.

"He said he wanted to fight and this time he would beat me. Because I already grabbed such a star that I don't even notice him. And that he's the only one who can beat me." - Your eyes became the size of 10 won. He couldn't have said that. Doohoon is a good guy and friend. He wouldn't say something like that.

"No way!" - You were laughing hysterically, too. "Doohoon? He would never turn against you in his life. He values his friendship with you so much... He's told me that many times. He..." - You stuttered. But why would Jungkook lie? What the hell is going on between them?

"I don't know..." - Jungkook said, picking up the toy that was lying on your bed. It was a rabbit that you loved very much. Jungkook gave it to you on March 14 when you were 14 years old. "I think I offended him with something. We've really started lack talk to each other lately. I'm so pissed off..." - Jungkook got angry and clutched your rabbit in his hands. You saw your pet being strangled and snatched it out of Jungkook's hands.

"No wonder, you're always busy. Competitions, studying, girls." - You said the last word with a complaint. Jungkook looked at you with a smile.

"What's wrong with my girls? Are you jealous?" - You choked on your indignation. Why would you be jealous of him, you piece of fool?

"Jesus, Jeon, that girls are all over you only because they don't know what an asshole you are. They're only attracted to your looks! They piss me off because they're always writing these stupid threats or requests, like 'please stay away from my oppa because I don't like that he has a girl friend'" - You said in a squeaky voice. Jungkook laughed loudly. It was so similar to those girls who were chasing Jungkook. "So, God forbid I should be jealous of you."

"But what can I do, I'm so hot and I'm really handsome." - Jungkook smiles slyly and runs his hands through his hair. It parted in a section on his head, forming an almost perfect style. You stare at your friend in awe and realize why they all run after him. He really is very attractive. But damn, he's so cocky.

Jungkook grabs your hand and pulls you to your bed, where he was half-sitting. You scream in surprise. A second later, you find yourself in his arms. You try to get away, but it's no use. Jungkook holds you tightly. He leans his head against yours, and you still protest, although you are excited inside at his sudden embrace.

"I'm sorry that these girls are writing you these things. I'll deal with them so they don't hurt my best friend, who I will never leave." - He says gently.

"But you will forget about me as soon as you find a girl. I'm sure none of them saw me as just a friend to you. They all think there might be something between us." - You say, not wanting to get out of the pleasant hug.

"Then I'll have to be without a girlfriend, because how can I live without you?" - He says looking at you. You turn your head and don't expect him to be so close. You instantly look hot. But you don't turn away quickly so that he doesn't suspect that your heart is beating out of your chest.

"What are you talking about, Jungkook? Of course you can live without me and find a girl. When you do, you won't need my friendship." - You try to speak calmly.

"I'll always need your friendship, don't be silly." - Jungkook says and leans his head against yours again. You sit there for a minute and are silent. You remembered about Doohoon and feel sorry for his behavior.

"Do you want, I’ll talk to Doohoon? I'm sure he's under the influence of his stupid father!" - You say.

"No. You shouldn't do that. If he wants to fight me, I'll fight him. He's trying to prove something, but I don't understand to whom or why." - Jungkook looks at you again. "I'll beat him like you said." - You smile at each other.

A few weeks passed after your conversation with Jungkook, and the day of the fight between your friends came. Almost the whole school came to the fight and surprisingly there were a lot of people who came to support Doohoon. You are here to support Jungkook.

You didn't talk to Doohoon. You got mad at him after you talked to him the next day, after you talked to Jungkook. Doohoon seemed to have changed. He said things to you that you didn't recognize him anymore. You tried to prove to him that the friendship you had was more valuable than any competition or status, and Doohoon was not swayed.

"Jungkook thinks he's the best, he's long since given up on our friendship, and you're always on his side. Do you like him?" - Doohoon asked. You froze. What does that even matter right now?

"Are you crazy, Doohoon? Why should I like him? We are talking about completely different things right now!" - You said, irritated.

"Oh, come on. You've been with him since you were a kid. I see the way you look at him." - Doohoon persisted. You were getting angry.

"What the hell is going on? Why are you acting like this?" - You shouted, unable to stand it.

"I'm acting like a jilted friend. And even you don't care about me, but as always, only about him. Even though the three of us were best friends." - Doohoon said.

"We were the best of friends until you started acting like shit. Do you know how important this competition was to him and what you did? You complained to your dad to put in a good word for you. Are you envy of Jungkook or something?" - You demanded. Doohoon exhaled angrily.

"I'm not envy of him." - He said, but you could feel him holding back the last of his strength. "I'm a good fighter too, but who notices me when there's the great Jeon Jungkook. He was immediately signed up for that competition without any fights. But we have a lot of good guys in our school who can go to those competitions. And I, as the second in the school, also have all the chances. And I'm sure I'll beat him today." - Doohoon said with venom in his voice. You were preparing to charge him right in the forehead.

"You'll never beat Jungkook. You know that better than anyone. And if you were truly his friend, you wouldn't do this to him. You're envy of him and that's the only reason you're acting like this." - You said and walked away. You never spoke to him again.

The fight went in Jungkook's favor almost all the time. Jungkook was doing a good job of taking care of her friend, but Doohoon wasn't going to go down easily. It was not pleasant to watch this fight, to see Jungkook get angry and to see how Doohoon was behaving. In the second round, when Jungkook wanted to make another attack, he didn't count on Doohoon dodging the punch and putting his foot down. With all the force he was trying to put into the punch, Jungkook hit his leg and felt a lot of pain in his knee. Jungkook instantly falls down, unable to stay on his feet. He writhes in pain and the referee and coach run up to him. You instantly get up and your heart is pounding like crazy. No, is Jungkook really injured?

Doohoon is standing nearby, watching. He's trying not to smile, even though you already know he won the fight. He won technically. He heard Jungkook's knee crunching.

All the stands are buzzing and trying to see what's wrong with Jungkook. Doctors come to him and you realize that the worst has happened.

A few minutes later, the coach comes out on the mat and announces that Doohoon has won by technical defeat of Jungkook.

You remember that day as if it were yesterday. Back then, Jungkook was treated for a long time for a knee injury, an injury so serious that it threatened his ability to go to university. But fortunately, Jungkook was treated well. He didn't go to the competition he was supposed to go to.

Doohoon lasted only until the 3rd round of the competition and then dropped out. Do you remember that after that he and Jungkook made up because Doohoon came to him and apologized tearfully. They entered the National Sports University together and studied together. At the time, you were in Suwon and in your senior year. You used to talk to Jungkook and Doohoon n the phone. With Jungkook, of course, more often.

At some point, Doohoon stopped answering you, and you asked Jungkook what happened. He told you that he and Doohoon were no longer in contact, that they had a serious fight, and that Doohoon had been expelled from the university. You were shocked. You tried to find out what happened more than once, but Jungkook never told you. At first you were angry, but eventually you stopped bothering Jungkook about it. So you forgot that he was ever in your life until today.

"Why did you show up now? Where have you been?" - You asked Doohoon. He kept smiling at you. You wanted to wipe that smile off his face.

"You better start drinking your cocoa, because it doesn't taste good when it's cold." - Said that former friend instead of answering your questions. You looked at the cup without touching it.

"You're still as stubborn as ever." - Doohoon said. You looked at him and noted to yourself that he was getting good looking. He was as tall as Jungkook. His physique was manly and handsome. He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and gray classic pants. He looked like some kind of chaebol. He had a fashionable hairstyle on his head and even seemed to be wearing makeup.

"It's true. I haven't changed much, but you seem to have." - You say with reproach. Doohoon bursts out laughing.

"No, I'm still the same Doohoon..." - Your former friend says, but you interrupt him.

"The same piece of shit?" - You ask sarcastically. Doohoon freez during holding a cup of coffee to his lips. He smiles at your insult and takes a sip anyway.

"Do you hate me that much?" - He asks. You huff. What are you doing here, anyway? You need to study for your exam, and you're sitting here with this fool who's wasting your time.

"I don't hate you. I don't care about you." - You tell him with undisguised disgust. "Listen, Doohoon, i’ve doesn't have much time, I have important things to do tomorrow. So if you want to tell me something, you have exactly 15 minutes."

"I just wanted to have coffee with you, we haven't seen each other for almost 3 years." - Doohoon explains.

"What makes you think I just came here to have coffee and talk like old friends?" - You asked. "I want to know what happened between you and Jungkook."

"Didn't he tell you?" - Doohoon asked.

"No. He didn't tell me. So you're going to do it." - You answer nervously.

"So you're still friends with him. For how many years now? You haven't started dating yet?" - Doohoon asked.

"We're going to be friends like this. Because he is important to me. And no, we're not dating..." - You wanted to say something like "nothing can happen between us," but you stopped in time. You thought it would be an excuse, and besides, something happened between you. But this asshole doesn't need to know that.

"I thought you would. You liked him..." - Doohoon said. You clicked your tongue nervously. You were sick of this conversation.

"Hey, Doohoon! Shut the fuck up. This is none of your business. This is my personal relationship with him. Whether I like him or not is none of your fucking business." - You were angry. Doohoon raised his eyebrows and then shook his head as if in surrender.

"God, Y/N, you're like that fire. I was just saying..." - He defended himself.

"I don't need your assumptions. Either you tell me or I'll leave." - You said decisively, not wanting to stay here any longer than necessary.

"Okay calm down." - Doohoon said. He looked at you with suspicion. Your reaction was too obvious to him. There was something similar between you and Jungkook.

"If Jungkook didn't tell you, how can I? He's the one who should tell you everything." - Your ex-friend finally says. You roll your eyes to the sky. You are so pissed off at this idiot.

"He doesn't want to tell me, that's why I'm asking you. I've tried many times to find out what happened, but without success, as you can see. So you tell me. Or I'm really leaving." - You say. Doohoon takes a few sips of coffee slowly, testing your patience.

"The only thing I can tell you is that I set him up. I was just saving my own skin." - He finally says. You try to understand, but in vain. "And after I set him up, we got into a fight in the university cafeteria, I attacked him first. I got kicked out, although my father was about to make a fuss, I stopped him and then he decided that instead of Korea, I would go to study in the United States." - Doohoon finished his conversation. You were stabbed with anger. When did Doohoon become such an idiot? He was so good boy at school.

"How did you set him up?" - You asked coldly. Doohoon finished his coffee and put the cup on the table.

"If you want to know, let Jungkook tell you." - You stared at him for no more than a moment and then grabbed your jacket and backpack.

"I'm going to go." - You said, already heading for the exit. But Doohoon grabbed your arm, stopping you.

"I'm really sorry for what I did to Jungkook. I care about him too..." - Your former friend began to feel sorry.

"Who are you telling fairy tales to?" - You ask, taking your hand away.

"No, I'm really sorry." - Doohoon says, standing up. He towers over you and you feel uncomfortable. "I know you're going to tell him you saw me, so please tell him I'm sorry..."

"I don't want to tell him that I saw you. I probably won't know what happened between you two, because you're two assholes who won't tell me anything. If you want to apologize to him, you have to meet him in person." - You said sharply. You started to leave, but Doohoon stopped you again.

"Y/N, you didn't change your number, did you?" - He asked hopefully.

"No." - You answer, standing in a half-turn.

"Can I text or call you?" - Doohoon asks.

"I don't think that's a good idea. I wasn't glad to see you. Bye." - You say and finally leave the cafe.

You don't feel good after that. You feel like you've been sitting in the mud. You decide that you'll take a taxi home because it's too cold to walk. And you also have an obsessive thought that Doohoon might be following you.

So you returned home around 8 p.m. You were mentally exhausted, and you had to check the project. Why so many problems in the last two days?

You did some housework and quickly changed your bed, remembering what happened yesterday. For a moment you were amused, but then you tensed up again. You were nervous because you hadn't seen Jungkook for a whole day after you had sex. And then you ran into that asshole Doohoon.

Everything was so annoying.

After you finished with your bed, you went to the bathroom and threw your clothes in the washing machine. After cleaning the apartment a bit, you finally sat down to check the project.

You were sitting in the kitchen because it had a wider table than your room and were checking it out when you heard the sound of a combination lock. Jungkook had come home.

Your heart immediately started pounding. Your breathing sped up. You turned to your laptop, hoping to hide behind it.

Jungkook found you at the kitchen table. You were looking at something on the laptop, and there were some papers scattered around.

"Hi, baby." - He greeted you. When you met his eyes, everything inside of you broke. What is happening to you? It was just Jungkook. He was dressed in a black sweatshirt and jeans that were also black. He was damn handsome. You blushed and immediately looked down at your laptop.

"Hi." - You squeezed out. Jungkook continued to stare at you for a while, and then moved towards you.

"What's up? How was your day?" - He asked curiously. You tried to calm your heart and breath, and you gently inhaled and exhaled, concentrating on them. You remembered your meeting with Doohoon, but immediately pushed the thought away. You're not going to tell Jungkook that you met him. At least not today.

"It's okay. I was on campus, had dinner with Suyoung, and came home." - You answer without looking at Jungkook, who sits down next to you and looks at you shamelessly. You think you're going to die, if he won't stop staring at you like that.

"Are you hungry?" - You ask, pretending to edit something.

"No. I had dinner." - He says and you realize he's holding back a smile. You give him a quick glance, unable to look at him any longer than necessary, and raise your eyebrows.

"What's so funny?" - You are indignant. Jungkook can't stand it and laughs louder now.

"Honey, don't do that." - He calls out when he stops laughing.

"Do what?" - You get angry, looking directly at him.

"Don't create this awkwardness between us." - He says and reaches for your hand. You jerk your hand away from his.

"I'm not creating any awkwardness!" - You protest and are about to go back to work when you feel Jungkook grab your elbow and pull you into his lap in one swift motion. His lips pressed against your ear.

"Then why don't you kiss me?" - You forget how to breathe. His voice vibrates in every cell of your body. "I've missed you all day." - He says in your ear. You exhale nervously. You try to get up from his lap, but he holds you tighter. When you're back in his arms, he inhales your scent and runs his nose along your jaw.

"Jungkook, let me go. I have a lot of work to do." - You say.

"Your freedom is just one kiss away." - Jungkook bargains.

"We're not at market." - You complain. "By the way, aren't you going to talk about what happened last night?" - You start, still sitting on his lap and feeling the warmth of his body. It feels so good to sit here.

"We had sex." - Jungkook states.

"Yes, we did." - You confirm. "So?"

"So?" - Your friend tries to understand.

"So everything is fine and it should be?" - You ask. Jungkook stops caressing your jaw with his nose for a moment and looks at your face.

"It’s some doesn't suit you?" - He asks.

"Me? No, it’s fine. I just want to know what's going on between us." - You answer. Jungkook leans his head against you.

"I don't know..." - He starts to say. "We both wanted this, didn't we?" - You don't say anything. The idea that you might start dating doesn't fit in your head.

"I don't know either. What about our friendship now?" - You ask.

"What about it? We're still friends, just like we were before." - Jungkook assures you.

"Yes, friends who slept together. Otherwise, everything is just as it was." - You can hear the sarcasm in your voice. Jungkook giggles.

"Why? It's like a new level. Now we're not just friends, but friends with benefits." - You laugh nervously. That's what he's offering you.?

"You want us to be friends with benefits? What if you fall in love with me?" - You ask jokingly.

"Baby, it's more like you'll fall in love with me. I can be very charming and charismatic." - You burst out laughing.

"How cheeky you are, Jeon. I told you before, there's no way I'm going to fall in love with you. Even if the world ends." - You assure him. Jungkook smiles.

"Well, that makes it easier then. We can have sex without the fear of someone falling in love." - He concludes.

"Have I given you my consent yet?" - You ask, looking at Jungkook. He's dangerously close.

"I know you. You want this too. Besides, I have an offer for you that you can't refuse." - You raise one eyebrow curiously.

"What can it be?" - You ask.

"I'm going to teach you how to have good sex. And when you meet your boyfriend, he will owe me." - You were stunned. This arrogant man is too smart. You slapped him on the chest.

"You're so cocky." - You said. "Why should he owe you anything? It's just me being a good student. You know how good I am at studying!" - Jungkook laughs at your words. So you agree to his proposal. You think it's just a deal between friends, nothing more. Jungkook can really teach you a lot. Dating with him feels strange. He's been your friend for so many years.

Now your number one task is not to really fall in love with Jungkook. Because what you feel around him sometimes scares you. But no. It's not a crush. You just know yourself.

"So we have an agreement. Shall we start with the kissing lesson?" - Jungkook asks, and he grabs you by the neck and pulls you close. Your lips merge and you let his skillful tongue into your mouth. Your tongue immediately finds his, and it feels incredible. You think you could kiss this guy forever. Jungkook kisses you a little greedily, of course he said he missed you, you can feel it. You're getting hot for this kiss, but no matter how much you want to, you have to study for your exam. Why is everything distracting you today? If you don't do well on your exams tomorrow, you'll kill everyone who's been disturbing you.

Luckily for you, the sounds tell you that the laundry is done. You try to tear yourself away from your friend's lips.

"Jungkook..." - You say into his lips, because he won't let go. "The laundry is done, can you take it out and hang it up to dry?" - You ask, finally pulling away.

"Yes. I'll do it." - Jungkook agrees and lets bites your lips one last time.

He goes to the bathroom and you don't see him for a few minutes. You return to your work and feel soaked. Why are you reacting like this? Is this normal? You didn't know, and you were embarrassed to ask Jungkook, because if it wasn't normal, it would be his excuse to bully you.

Jungkook finished with the laundry and returned to the living room. He wanted to watch TV and asked your permission if he would disturb you. You said “no”.

You were sitting at the table and decided that you needed to rest for a while. You got up from the table and stretched your numb muscles. Without noticing Jungkook watching you, you turned to the kettle and turned it on to make yourself some tea. While it was boiling, you walked over to Jungkook and sat at his feet.

"Do you want some tea?" - You asked him.

"I do!" - Said Jungkook. You smiled.

"I'll make some for you." - You said. "What are you watching?" - You turned your attention to the TV, trying to figure out what was on. You didn't hear an answer, and when you turned to Jungkook, he was looking at you.

"Are you okay, baby? I think you want to say something. You nervous. " - He suddenly says. You can't understand why he thought that.

"Me? To you? What do I have to say to you?" - You wondered. But you really wanted to tell him about Doohoon. You didn't want to upset Jungkook, but did you have to hide this meeting from him?

"Yes, what's wrong? Are you worried about what we talked?" - He asks and sits down next to you.

"No. No." - You assure him. "There's nothing wrong with that. I just..." - You think of the best way to say it.

"Go ahead, baby, I've answered any question you have." - Jungkook reassures you. He touches his fingers to yours, and you look at his tattoos.

"You're not answering that question!" - You say bitterly. Jungkook raises his eyebrows.

"What question am I not answering?" - He asks.

"Jungkook... what happened between you and Doohoon?" - Jungkook freezes at the sudden question. It's been a long time since you've mentioned your mutual former friend. Why does she want to know now?

Jungkook lets go of your fingers and lies down on the couch.

"Why did you bring him up now?" - He asks instead of answering you.

"I met him today. And he took me to a cafe. He told me that he once 'set you up to save his own skin'."- So you admit that you met him today. Jungkook's face is distorted by anger. He sits back abruptly and grabs you by the shoulders.

"You saw him today?" - He is angry. His eyes radiate anger.

"Yes." - You say, frightened.

"Did he hurt you?" - Jungkook asks. You don't understand what is happening. Why does Jungkook think he could have hurt you?

"No, we were just in a cafe with him. I didn't even drink what he ordered for me..." - You say, and then you realize that Jungkook was only surprised that you met him, not that he showed up at all. "Wait a second... you mean you knew he was back?"

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside | Solomon x Reader

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‘He cannot possibly fuck this up.’ You thought nervously as you watched Solomon roasting a marshmallow over the fire. ‘It can’t be possible…’

Solomon hummed a Christmas song to himself as he happily roasted a marshmallow over the fire he’d proclaimed would be just for you.

Beads of sweat dripped down your temple and not from the giant fire he’d built.

You and Solomon were on a mission for the Sorcerer’s Society which reluctantly let him back in, and you’d found yourselves camping in the middle of a supposedly haunted forest in the middle of December.

You looked at the pine trees with traces of snow coating the branches as it began to fall. You looked back at the cloth tents with a concerned frown. You and Solomon had both magically reinforced the tent to withstand the weight of the snow and to hold in sufficient warmth.

Camping had never gone well for you though, at least not any that were magic-related so you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, especially without nearby medical assistance for Solomon’s disastrous food.

You looked back at the warm marshmallow, not daring to pry your eyes away from it as for all you know he might throw some habanero sauce on it to liven things up.

Solomon noticed your concerned expression and chuckled, “Don’t worry my precious apprentice, I won’t burn it.”

You nodded, even though that was not at all your main concern right now.

A wind blew through the trees and you shivered, tucking your hands into your coat sleeves to keep them as warm as possible. Solomon frowned upon seeing this and with a snap of his fingers the fire became warmer. At the same time, the marshmallow changed colors and you swallowed a knot in your throat as he handed it to you happily.

You dreaded the consequences of eating it but at the same time dreaded the consequences of not eating it—a very sad sorcerer.

You smiled and stuffed it in your mouth, it was weirdly hot and more chewy than a marshmallow should be. But surprisingly you didn’t die, you didn’t even get a stomach ache. You thought you’d cry tears of joy and Solomon laughed, amused.

“___, it’s getting colder and this fire might be a safety hazard…” he started looking at all the highly flammable trees around you. “So….why don’t we head into our tent now.” He grinned and you nodded and took the Hershey bars and gramcrackers into the tent.

As soon as Solomon put out the fire the change in temperature was instant so you dove into the blankets.

You looked at your surroundings in confusion.

“Where did the sleeping bags go…?” You asked Solomon as he ducked into the tent behind you and zipped it shut.

He tilted his head innocently. “Well, it’s very cold outside. They say that skin-to-skin contact is the best way to stay warm and we can’t very well do that in separate sleeping bags,” he explained. He smiled proudly and gestured to the mattress you sat on. “So I improved it. A premium quality mattress and some warm weighted blankets with all the pillows you could need. Great isn’t it?”

You shook your head in exasperation and laughed a the sorcerer who gave you a confused frown.

“Is something the matter?” He questioned and you shook your head again.

“Not at all. It’s very like you to want to be as close to your…apprentice as possible,” you stressed the word apprentice as you gave him a playful look and a sly grin crossed his face.

He removed his cape and shoes and joined you on the mattress, inching closer to you. “Apprentice?” He asked, “Is that all you are to me?”

You smiled, “You tell me…master Solomon.”

He blushed and chuckled as he leaned in to press his lips against yours. As you parted he leaned over you and switched the dial on the handheld radio.

A familiar holiday song began to play over it ‘Baby it’s cold outside.’

Solomon chuckled and nodded, “Yes, I believe the man is right. It is rather cold suddenly, isn’t it? So why don’t we stay in here in each other’s arms for a while, hm?”

You laughed and pecked his cheek. You wrapped your arms around his neck and wondered aloud, “It did get suddenly cold, didn’t it…you wouldn’t happen to have made it colder so I’ll stay in here with you…did you now?”

He tightened his grip around you and gave you a sweet smile. “Who me? Why I’d never…”

You laughed at his farce and hugged him tightly, “Fine. I’ll stay in here with you,” you decided and he grinned.

“So…” you began as you gave him a knowing look, “what was that again about skin-to-skin contact?”

He arched one brow excitedly as you continued. “Did they ever say how much skin contact?”

He shook his head and rolled you onto your side, “I don’t believe they did,” he said as he snaked a hand beneath your shirt, “Why don’t we find out?”

[theresatzu]

Blue Lock Characters and going camping

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Pairings. Blue Lock character x reader

Characters. Isagi, Rin, Bachira, Reo, Nagi & Barou

Tags. Fluff, crack, camping

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Isagi Yoichi

-> Two loving parents and no trauma? This man definitely has camped before.

-> You can count on Isagi to know the ins and outs of setting up a tent, he's got that tent standing within ten minutes.

-> He'll definitely bring a football with him, or insist that you'd do some activities together. Because this man cannot sit still.

-> I'll just know that he'll try to optimise his time with you while camping. The one day taking a nice stroll through the woods and the other day going swimming.

-> He definitely likes it old-school. As in, roasting marshmallows above a mellow fire to star gazing on the grass.

In conclusion:

Isagi is big on traditional camping. He will insist on sleeping in the tent on inflatable mattresses because that's how he has always done it with his parents, and this way, you'll be able to get the best camping experience in his opinion.

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Itoshi Rin

-> This man makes everything a competition. Thus, Rin will be the one who's the fastest in setting up a tent.

-> Rin will decline any help, for sure, even when he clearly struggles. All in all, setting up the tent will take longer than necessary, but it'll be sturdy.

-> The sort of activities Rin would enjoy would probably be like scaling mountains, cycling, playing football (obviously), and swimming. There is no moment that he isn't driving his body to the ground.

-> Even though it's a holiday, Rin will continue to stick to his regimented schedule. Eating healthy food, yoga at an exact time, and sleeping before eleven, it'll be just like at home.

In conclusion:

Going camping with Rin will probably be more physically demanding than your regular week, but you can say for sure that you had a fulfilling time.

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Bachira Meguru

-> Setting up a tent with this man is near impossible. Bachira will incessantly try to sabotage the construction or just stand at the sidelines, giggling like a maniac at your struggling.

-> This man is also big on roasting smores, but Bachira will enjoy shopping or going to markets, too.

-> Going on a holiday with Bachira is a sure recipe for disaster, though. He'll probably accidentally tear the tent or forget the electric pump for the beds, so be the one who is prepared!

In conclusion:

A holiday with Bachira is definitely memorable. The question is, is the good or the bad one? However, you can count on Bachira to keep things never boring. It'll be one big adventure with a lot of fun chaos.

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Mikage Reo

-> Mister I'm Good At Everything is also good at camping.

-> Reo will have that tent standing within ten minutes, equipped with the newest luxury appliances, such as an airco or a built-in fridge.

-> Reo is a sucker for camping in style, so you can be assured that he has packed everything and more. From matching camping outfits to a sun-powered tea kettle.

-> Camping with Reo means doing a high variety of activities. Beach volleyball up to disco swimming. You'll do everything that's possible.

In conclusion:

Camping with Reo is camping with style, so much so that it's debatable if it's actually camping when his tent will contain devices an average household won't even think of having. But if you want an affluent holiday, Reo's the man to go to.

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Nagi Seishiro

-> He's the complete antithesis of Mikage Reo. Nagi does not know how to set up a tent.

-> Nagi will probably stand on the side while you set up the tent, doing a grand total of... nothing.

-> Nagi doesn't know what to pack, so you'll likely miss a lot of essentials.

-> If the others were brimming with ideas for activities, Nagi would suggest staying in the tent and sleeping all day.

In conclusion:

If you want a really laid-back holiday, camping with Nagi is a commendable recommendation. Even though you don't do much, you can say for sure that you'll be well-rested at the end of it.

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Barou Shouei

-> This man is rigid. Barou wants that tent set up fast, but in the best possible way.

-> Everything is neatly put away, ranging from your clothes being evenly folded, to the lamps radiating just the right amount of light.

-> Maybe setting up a tent with Barou takes up a lot of time, but the end result is definitely worth it.

-> Because Barou wants to do everything as the best, he'll want to absolutely dominate the typical camping activities. Swimming? Ha, he's got those five kilometres in the bag. Barbecuing? Expect those perfectly crispy chicken skewers to taste absolutely ravishing.

In conclusion:

Camping with Barou is old-fashioned, but he'll account for anything. He'll be the person who is prepared for everything. A mattress leak? He has a spare. No food? He's got the canned tomatoes in the bag.

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Masterlist

[starmocha]

you're the only one, my love [Zayne/Reader ★ 1700 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] The perfect moment is one filled with messy hair, pj’s, and hot cocoa. Day 01 — to: my true love (Sylus/Reader) Day 02 — do you want to build a snowman? (it doesn't have to be a snowman) (Zayne/Reader) Day 03 — in a gingerbread house built for two (Rafayel/Reader) Day 04 — you shine like the stars, you light up my heart (Xavier/Reader) Day 05 — ‘tis the damn season and deck them goddamned halls (Sylus/Reader) A/N: I started writing this immediately after the last one…….and if you saw my tumblr posts chronicling my descent into horniness….no, you did not. Anyway. That One Zayne Post was not an outline for this. I was. Going through something. ✨️This is a wholesome series✨️ Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia @lavlynyan 【 request to be added 】

To you, every moment with Zayne felt like a present, always unexpected, always delightful, and every single one you cherished with all of your heart.

You greedily collected all of the precious moments in life, tucking them away in your memories for safekeeping. With Zayne, it seemed you had an abundance of cherished moments, with so many innocuous snapshots that filled you with such wonderous joy when you reminiscence.

The best days always seemed to be the ones alone with him doing nothing, and yet it meant everything to you.

In the kitchen, with your hair up in a messy bun and dressed in only Zayne’s white dress shirt much too big for you, you hummed and danced happily as you gathered items from the cupboard. As you scavenged for everything you needed, you realized Zayne had moved the hot cocoa to a higher shelf. Frowning, you leaned up on your tiptoes, arm outstretched for the cannister just within sight. Just before the pads of your fingers brushed against the container, another arm reached for the same item, easily grabbing it off the shelf. You gasped, looking up and meeting Zayne’s gentle smile.

“Is this what you wanted to grab?” he asked.

You turned around, your back touching the counter, and Zayne keeping you enclosed in this tight space. You nodded happily before frowning. “Why did you move it up so high?”

“It wasn’t intentional,” he said, explaining, “I was reorganizing the shelves by the different types of beverages, and coffee and tea outnumbered the hot cocoa.”

You laughed at his reasoning.

Zayne frowned. “Why are you laughing at me?”

You shook your head and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “You’re cute—in a perfectionist sort of way,” you said before walking away with the cannister of hot cocoa, missing the beginning of Zayne’s ears turning a light shade of red.

You resumed humming as you checked the countertop.

Sprinkles, marshmallows, whipped cream and many other sweet treats were neatly arranged on the counter, creating a little mini hot cocoa bar.

Zayne approached you and peered at the counter curiously. “What’s all this?”

“A hot cocoa bar,” you chirped brightly. “I thought it would be fun if we make our own hot cocoa.”

He smiled. “It is a perfect day for one,” Zayne agreed.

His eyes traveled across the counter, pausing at two items of interest.

Zayne looked on in amusement when he noticed the two mugs prepared. “So, is this one mine?” he asked, holding up one that says ‘hello gorgeous,’ his smile seemed to widened in delight at seeing your pinked cheeks when he purposely turned so the phrase was aimed at you. “I will take that as a yes, and I suppose…this one is yours?”

“Well…” Before you could hide your mug, Zayne had swiped it from you, picking it up and turning it around, pretending to examine it, though you both knew he was messing with you right now. He smirked as he read the text on the mug, “‘Hello handsome’.”

He looked at you pointedly, his suggestive smile making your heart skipped a beat, because he truly did look so, so handsome in this moment. Still dressed in his pj’s with unkempt hair, he looked nothing like he usually did during work days. At home, particularly around you, he seemed much more relaxed and casual, letting his guard completely lowered in your presence.

Your cheeks seemed to burn hotter under his cool gaze. “They’re…a set,” you tried to explain feebly.

“Indeed,” he agreed, handing you back your mug, “I like them.”

You were practically brimming with joy at his comment.

“Now,” Zayne started slowly, his eyes traveling across the counter, taking in the array of preparations you had made. He tilted his head to the side curiously with a teasing smile on his lips. “This is not a trap, is it?”

“A trap?” you questioned, confused as you furrowed your brows.

“You’re not going to scold me, are you?”

Realization dawned on you, and you answered hesitantly, “I—I trust you,” you said, but Zayne’s look of disbelief had you backtracking immediately. “Well, this is not an everyday thing. Occasionally is fine.”

Zayne hummed in agreement.

“Why do I have to tell a doctor this anyway,” you mumbled to yourself, but Zayne heard every word.

“I practice what I preach,” he cut in with his own frown.

“Really?” It was your turn to look at him skeptically. “Greyson mentioned—”

“Greyson, perhaps, has a bit too much idle time at the hospital,” Zayne quipped, “That should be remedied.”

“Oh, Zayne, don’t bully him!”

“I would not,” he said pointedly. He grabbed your wrist and with a gentle tug, he pulled you to him. Your hands rested on his firm chest, your widened eyes darting up to meet his, surprised by this sudden closeness. Zayne reached down and brushed aside the little strands of hair that framed your face. “I feel like I am the one being targeted by everyone.”

You sulked. “Only because we care about you.”

Zayne’s hand paused, resting on your cheek. You turned, pressing a kiss to his palm before placing both of your hands over his larger one. You gently caressed his hand, your eyes looking to him with such sweet tenderness, it made him smile before he sighed resignedly, his hand pulled back and his arms now wrapped around you, keeping you held firmly in his embrace. Instinctively, you burrowed into his warmth, your own arms encircled around him.

“Should we get started then?”

You answered with a grin and pulled away from him.

“Okay, hot water or milk?” you asked him suddenly, “There is a correct answer.”

Zayne pondered, and then smirked as he answered, “Milk.”

“Ding-ding-ding! Correct!” you cheered. Retrieving the carton of milk from the fridge, you poured enough for two servings into an enamel milk pan on the stove, letting it gently warm up as you and Zayne made other preparations.

“Plain chocolate or peppermint?”

“Peppermint,” Zayne answered, smiling when you dropped a green chocolate sphere into his mug. “Now what is this?”

“It’s a hot cocoa bomb. Isn’t it cute?” you asked while placing a similar one into your own mug. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Zayne picked up the little sphere to examine. You refrained from laughing as you watched Zayne eyed it with the same curiosity as a cat would with a Christmas ornament.

Fitting for the Yuletide occasion, the chocolate sphere was shaped just like a Christmas ornament, the deep sage color and light shimmer of edible glitter made it reminiscent of the holiday. Surprised, Zayne was able to catch a faint whiff of peppermint from it.

“Interesting,” he said as he carefully placed it back into his mug.

“Extra chocolately?” you asked, and when Zayne nodded, you dropped a few spoonsful of hot cocoa powder into his mug and yours as well.

“The milk looks ready,” Zayne commented when he noticed the milk was simmering just below the boiling point. He turned off the stove and retrieved the milk pan. Carefully, he poured an equal amount of milk into both mugs, watching with almost childlike curiosity as the two chocolate bombs instantly melted from contact with the hot liquid.

Placing the pan aside, he accepted the spoon you handed to him. You both stirred your hot cocoa, accelerating the melting and emulsifying the beverage. From there, whipped cream, sprinkles, additional crushed peppermints and a snowflake-shaped marshmallow adorned the mug, creating the indulgent hot cocoa of your dream.

“Cheers!” you and Zayne said simultaneously, and the two mugs clinked together. You both drank from your respective mug, laughing when you noticed the whipped cream mustache on the other.

“Hold still,” Zayne said with a soft chuckle.

Compliant but also confused, you gasped when Zayne easily lifted you off the floor and set you on top of the counter. One hand rested behind on the countertop to steady your balance, your other still held your mug firmly. When you turned to face Zayne, he had already leaned forth, catching you by surprise when he seized your lips, kissing and savoring the lingering taste of whipped cream and chocolate on your lips. As you instinctively kissed him back, you also tasted the same sweetness on his own lips, wanting more and more.

“Ah—Zayne…” You nervously set your mug down to the side, your hands reaching up to settle on his shoulders. “Mm…”

He licked the lingering whipped cream from your upper lip, giving you another light nip before he pulled back. His arms wrapped around you and he rested his head on your shoulder, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. You could hear him inhaling deeply, and then a soft sigh escaped.

“You smell so sweet,” he murmured, breathing in deeply again, his lips pressing along your neck to leave little kisses.

“M-must be my lotion…” you said absently, feeling a warmth spreading as he continued to lavish you with kisses, the heat of his body against yours growing stronger.

“Is that so?” He kissed your cheek, his lips lingering long enough for you to notice. For that brief instance, it seemed like he was pondering before he asked, “Vanilla?”

“Yes…”

He laughed softly. Zayne rested his forehead against yours, his eyes peering down at you with so much affections. “You look beautiful, my love,” he murmured.

“Stop it…” you said, embarrassed as your cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “My hair is so messy…I’m not dressed properly…and…”

He reached down and grabbed your free hand, raising it to his lips. “You’re always beautiful in my eyes,” he said, adding mischievously, “Even more so when dressed in nothing but my shirt.”

“Zayne…”

He picked up his mug of hot cocoa, holding it out to you. “Hello gorgeous.”

You laughed, feeling a bit silly but also delighted as you grabbed yours to clink with his mug again. “Hello handsome.”

How serendipitous.

Among the billions of people in the world, to have found each other in this life, to know that he was yours and you were his.

How wonderful, how enchanting, how perfect was this life.