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baby, could you preheat the oven?

making the former king of curses wear a kitty apron...what could go wrong?

w.c: 1,031 || somewhat proofread warnings: slightly suggestive at the end. a/n: i haven't baked in over a year and even now as I'm freed from my studies, I still can't so i daydreamed about big scary sukuna baking treats.

when you walked up to your husband one year ago and told him you were quitting your corporate job to open a cafe, you thought he'd smack some sense into you.

he didn't.

he'd seen how much the corporate world took out of you. you'd come home, exhausted, feeling worthless, worked to the bone, underpaid and feeling underappreciated. you'd been tired of playing office mental gymnastics with snooty and nasty coworkers who had clearly not grown much past the age of a 7-year old mentally.

he'd seen everyday become a boring routine for you. yes, your hobbies would keep you happy for a time but you'd dreaded sundays coming and overall, it felt like a weight on your chest.

he initially thought it was a bold plan, but when you heard no push back from, you started rambling off a solid plan and he admittedly, was amazed. you'd often tell him you'd wanted to open and library-bakery hybrid, but that was only talk when you guys were getting ready for bed or rare lazy moments on the couch.

"i'm serious kuna. i've been eyeing this little place further out of the city and i have enough saved up. we could finally move and get this up and running." you'd looked at him with such hope in your eyes as you blurted everything out.

he owned a gym himself and it's allowed him so much more more free time than a traditional job so he had no qualms in helping you set up.

he'd surprised you the night after you purchased the land and quaint little shop with a file stating his own investment in your endeavors. you'd blushed and refused, wanting to do this on your own. not wanting to put up with your stubbornness, he'd turned it into a deal, you take him on as an employee in exchange for taking the investment.

you'd spent months, searching for the best equipment you could purchase, seeking out the best furniture to make your future customers feel welcome and perfecting your recipes for opening day. you'd be using your own grandmother's recipes, a baker as well - she'd taught you since you were young. that's where the name came from; nana and bub's patisserie. sukuna would make sure to offer assistance, even when you tried to play stubborn.

he'd spent his days installing appliances, setting up shelves and beanbag chairs on the upper level, moving things back and forth until you'd approved.

he wouldn't say it or show it, but he was relieved to see the fire come back to yours eyes. he breathed a little easier knowing you could actually enjoy the days you were living. on top of setting up your bakery, you both were also setting up your new home. a place for you both, which you've filled to brim with frills and trinkets.

you'd take the end of each day to step back and admire the progress you'd made and one night, it even lead to you breaking down into his arms. he'd been confused for a few minutes and was beginning to become alarmed when you finally sniffled out "i'm so happy." you'd gone home and that and he held you tightly as you drifted to sleep.

it'd been about a year since then, you've been open for six months roughly, hired a few college students to work and a barista. things had been going great. you'd bake croissants, cakes, donuts and more early in the morning and serve throughout the day, replenishing when needed.

things were a bit slow at first but a food blogger stopped by and reviewed your treats and business started to pick up steadily. since then, you've had to hire a few more bakers and cafe attendants and apparently, that included a certain pink-haired husband of yours.

it started one morning, when you woke up to an empty bed. there was no messages left on your phone so you got up in search only to find the house empty. with the time moving quickly, you decided to head into the cafe and leave a message.

turns out you didn't need to. among your staff was sukuna sticking out like a sore thumb literally, with his height at over six feet and lack of sanitary covering.

"aprons on in my kitchen ryomen."

"the only one left is the hello kitty one."

"apron on or get out of my kitchen"

"i'm not wearin' that shit woman"

it was no use trying to convince him but he clearly seemed to be interested in staying in the kitchen. so you quickly grabbed the hanging apron and threw it over his head and fasted it around his waist before heading out front. you heard the other bakers snickering as you did so, grunts from him bedamned.

you'd spent the morning working the register while he managed the pastries in the back and when you closed for lunch, everyone decided to head out.

while they did that, you decided to head to the back, where you see your husband, untying the apron and lifting it over his head, flour on his cheeks. he looked...good. his arms flexing as he moved to lift a freshly washed bowl into the drainer and then he saunters towards you with a familiar glint in his eyes. you slowly back away while he creeps closer to you and before you can grab the doorknob, he seizes your wrist and pulls you towards him. you think he's gonna kiss you but instead he turns his flour-covered cheek to your faces and smooshes you.

"mghishkphfff"

"what was that? couldn't hear you." he stops his smooshing to look at you.

"looks like i should hire you to bake the bread."

"are you mad? i was king of the demon realm."

"and now you're baking donuts in my little cafe. oh, how the mighty have fallen, my lord."

safe to say you paid for that little comment later.

but not before he preheat the oven for the third batch of salted caramel cupcakes in the kitty apron.

and he never got a replacement apron. all your employees knew NOT to touch the boss' husband's hello kitty apron.

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just wanna say a big thank you to everyone that interacted with my first few posts. i haven't written since my second year of high school (just about a decade ago). creating, in any form, has been a big part of me since i was young. seeing such reactions it can illicit was so beautiful and i'm glad to know i can create pieces that can bring reactions from you all is so great. i hope you guys like any future works i put out and constructive feedback so i can improve. ultimately, i'm here to have fun but thank you so so much.

unspoken game rule no.1 - you can't end on a loss

you've been gaming for almost a decade, with it becoming your number one pastime and you're shocked when you see someone close playing something all too familiar.

w.c: 1,811 || un poco proofread warnings: none tbh a/n: this is very self-indulgent. two posts on the weekend??? who am i??

ZAYNE

you'd been trying to get through to zayne for almost an hour. you'd initially thought he snuck into the hospital despite it being a day off on his end, but greyson confirms that he didn't show up at all. what's even more confusing is that his car hasn't moved from his garage all day.

you sincerely hope he wasn't working.

but even if he was, he would've still answered. even when he knows you're going to chastise him for not fully absorbing his free time, he still answered. you were beginning to become worried so no time is wasted getting to his house.

you knock on the door three times and when there's no answer, you use your key. slowly moving inside and seeing the bottom floor in immaculate condition, you quietly yet quickly move upstairs but on the last step, you begin to hear gunshots. your heart skips for a second and bile begins to rise but it quickly stops when you hear some familiar lines.

"back like i never left."

"come on let's go!"

was he playing valorant?

you peek through the open door and your eyes must be playing tricks on you. he's currently in a match, last player standing and swapping his gun for another that lay above killjoy's body. you don't want to interrupt his focus but you're fascinated. had the doctor been gaming all day?

you watch as he smokes off the middle of a site and teleports behind them and quietly picks them off one by one, blowing five heads off. clean.

"worthless dead fools." you hear the omen voiceline you're more than familiar with with a goofy smile on your face before slinking up quietly next to him.

"looks like there'll be a new duo in town." you stare down at him, with a promising glint in your eyes.

"i suppose there will be."

RAFAYEL

you were no stranger to thomas' phone calls regarding rafayel's...unique behaviors when it came to finishing his art. while you usually try to coax him to stop stressing that man into premature grey hairs, you couldn't allow him to get away this time, not with a newborn baby in his care.

luckily for you, you were outside him house, bag of groceries in hand. your plan was to feed him and try to lure him into finishing something. anything.

when you'd close the front door behind you, you'd expected paints to be strewn across the floor with him asleep on the couch and body covered in acrylic. when you find nothing there, you redirect your attention to going upstairs.

"why have an ult if you're not going to use it YOU IDIOT." safe to say you're startled but the belt he let out. what on earth?

wait, ult?

you climb the stairs to find his bedroom door open and his attention on his computer. he looks heated. his forehead tensed while he jammed his keyboard with his fingers. confused, your eyes lift to the monitor.

he's playing league of legends. oh dear god.

what the fuck? he's playing vayne top. eww

"you degenerate," you blow out before coming closer to him. his eyes turn toward you for just a second before turning back to the screen.

he smiles cheekily as he pokes down and enemy mordekaiser and his score rises to a k/d/a of 15/7/3. he's a sweat.

"i chose this life cutie and besides - you play hybrid build miss fortune, you have no room to talk."

oh, this little-

he ended up losing and you thought he'd finally take a break but as you turn around to go make lunch, you hear the scariest words leave his mouth.

"can't end on a loss."

XAVIER

xavier wasn't really one to spend much time online. he didn't spend time on social media, didn't really keep up with whichever celebrity was on the chopping block, but he had one social media, which was only for the sole purpose of seeing your posts.

he'd occasionally get warped into doom scrolling but it was very rare. he didn't find the idea of it very enriching so he did his best to avoid it completely. however, this was one of those rare moments. he'd found himself one post making fun of girls purchasing high-powered computers to 'only play sims'. he wasn't fond of men belittling women's choice, choosing to report the post and end his scrolling session out of displeasure.

so what if someone buys a good computer to play their games? it makes the experience better for them. it's not hurting anyone. people are little too concerned with the harmless choices of others.

he'd personally seen how much fun you'd had spending hours and hours customizing the little people houses. he'd helped you pick some furniture for a house a few nights ago and while you'd dodged his cuddles to play, he could admit that the game seemed fun - which is why he downloads it to his laptop and get sucked into it.

it's been a week of playing and he hasn't done much outside of eat, sleep, sleep, work, game. as soon as he got from work, had a meal and showered, his laptop was booted up and he'd spend hours before bed just managing his little sims and trying his best to prettily decorate their houses.

it's been a week. the longest xavier has voluntarily gone without seeing you was roughly 12 hours, and now he hasn't come over in a week? something was up and you were going to find out. you trusted xavier to know he would never cheat on you but you were still concerned so you grabbed your keys and got to the elevator.

opening the door made you uneasy, there wasn't a lot of noise behind it so your heart kicked up a notch. you're quickly comforted when you see his fluffy blonde hair in the living room. he seemed to be staring down at something.

whatever it was seemed to really have his attention as he seemed to not hear the door closing or your keys hitting the counter.

"xavier?" you place your hand on his shoulder to gently make your presence known but he's still startled, body jumping under your touch.

"what are you doing here?" he says through uneven breaths are he calms himself down and you turn your vision to the laptop across a pillow on lap. wait, the sims?

"why is the grim reaper near the pool,?!" you find your seat next to him, finding yourself confused.

"and why are there two people naked in the bushes that look like us?????" well, he seems to have found wicked whims.

CALEB

caleb was a pro at street fighter when you guys were going up. you'd always admired how smooth he was and you wanted to play online games ever since. when you'd set up your first pc three years ago, he was the one to help set it up. you'd spent weeks researching the highest quality components you could afford, consulted professional builders and when you finally had everything in your apartment, he took two days off to help you get it running.

since then you'd tried a lot of games. five nights at freddy's, sims and tft, but the frontrunner was genshin impact. you'd been playing it on mobile since it's release and you finally got around to it. you'd spent hours running around the landscape of monstadt and climbing the highest mountains of liyue, often to caleb's disappointment.

after a year, he decided to try the game out himself; wanting to see what as so special about it. he'd found the first two regions pretty nice, but he was fully gone to the game when inazuma came around. he'd gotten too into it but there was something he'd still not gotten a grasp of.

his damage.

he'd tried to fix his stats the best he could but he still took forever to beat enemies. enough was enough so he called in an expert. his pips.

caleb hadn't said a word when he called you to skyhaven on short notice and it had you equally confused and on the edge. nothing could prepare you for what was potentially on the other side of this door.

it didn't need to.

what you met was a frustrated caleb who was stuck on his laptop battling level 40 hilichurls and taking way too long to do so. when you finally ask him what his problem was (because clearly nothing was physically wrong), he rambled off for five minutes about his poor damage stats.

"you poor poor baby, did you check the crit rate of your artifacts?"

SYLUS

sylus loved indulging your hobbies, especially your gaming hobbies. he loved laying in your lap as you played whatever game your heart. his personal favorite was minecraft. you'd both played together with the controllers on occasion - with you forraging the caves and jumping down ravines while he stayed and built you a pretty house in a flower field.

while he did love this routine, he wanted to try for himself. how hard could it be?

maybe it was a bit hard. he collected enough wool, food and built a starter house before looking to dream bigger. he'd looked online and found out about the nether. he remembers you going there a few times and he wanted to do just that.

only...he didn't realise how hard it would be to find diamonds. he'd been searching a cave for the past few hours, the sun in game nowhere near visible, with no luck.

"i collect diamonds in my sleep and this game thinks i can't?" he mumbles to himself as he digs deeper into the cave.

before he could realise, it'd been four hours. you'd shown up, a little surprised by his lack of messages or calls. sylus was a busy man, you knew that, but he'd usually leave a few messages throughout the day. the twins said he hadn't left the house today so you decided to pay him a visit in-person.

even mephisto wasn't near you. odd

you venture into the living room where you're just in time to see him playing minecraft- only he takes a bit of an unfortunate turn as he attempts a jump before accidentally into a pool of lava with three diamonds in hands.

he mumbles under his breath in slight anger before tossing the controller on the couch.

"i spent hours looking for those." he announces, knowing you were in the room. he closes his eyes for a good few seconds, probably from staring at the screen too long.

"well at least you put keep inventory on" you sit next to him, grabbing his controller to choose the 'revive' option.

"the what?" he stares at you and his eyebrows have risen.

oh boy.

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love out of grasp (c. xia)

maybe being left out of the romance circle during your teenage years did have its effect.

w.c: 2,482 || somewhat proofread warnings: somewhat angsty a/n: this was the first thing i wrote when i decided to return to writing so...yeah. based off of my own experiences.

“Uh...look, you’re really great and all but I don’t think we’d work out very well together.”

“Oh...alright then.”

The words replayed like a record in your head as you put more pressure on the gas pedal. You didn’t have a specific destination in mind, and part of you didn’t really care where you ended up. The one thing you did know was that the cool breeze brushing your skin was too good to let it stop. Was it something you did? That one question led you down a path you'd crossed during your younger years.

"I'm actually not looking for a serious relationship." "You're not really my type." "You're kidding, right?" "..."

With your foster brother around, early adolescence was made up of Sunday swimming at the beach, Caleb attempting to teach you to skate and more but things began to change when he starting aiming for joining to the DAA. Slowly but surely, he became busier and the things that you guys did began to fade away into the fabric of the past. Evenings lounging around and watching 'Unknown Fighter' and indulging in his ungodly snack combinations morphed into getting ready for life after high school. You'd both had drastically different school lives but you enjoyed almost everyday with him. He'd always seek you out for lunch and stop by your class whenever he could. Eventually, Caleb left home and you behind and it felt as though you'd lost one of the people who loved and knew you.

love bleeds in daturas (s. qin)

what if reader were pregnant when her dragon died?

w.c: 2,162 || somewhat proofread warnings: somewhat angsty a/n: inspire by this beautiful artwork done by @art-by-ady

the sun sets on another day but you can't enjoy it. not the way you used to with your dragon. with his scales wrapped around you and you both gaze upon the pinks and purples of the horizon bleed into blues. with his scales scaling up and down your body absentmindedly. three months. it's been three months since that day, since...the end of a lifeline.

you'd spent the first month alone, surviving off of the last of foods he collected. the second, you'd started collecting and adding to the cave, wanting something familiar. by the third, you'd begun to feel sick, it's not like you were taking the best of care of yourself. everything felt like a weight on your legs - eating, cleaning yourself and living, things that had felt so normal with him, felt like a noose around your neck. why not just follow after him, you thought.

your will to live seemed to dwindle with each passing day but something started to feel...different. you'd somehow been eating more and more. it was strange, you hadn't had such a vigor for eating in months. it all came to a head one night when your belly started cramping and your mind ran across something important.

when was your last lunar cycle?

you sit up from your bed of pelts and you genuinely could not recall having it since he left. a time of the month that was once simply a part of life, another thing that became so beautiful and gentle with him. he always ensured you rested more and had the heartiest of stews and meats once the smell of blood became stronger. maybe the grief had disrupted your body. you gently place a hand on your stomach to feel around and you notice that you had gotten fuller. a lot fuller.

you'd heard women from the nearby village speak about this.

you were with child. somehow you had a strong feeling you were right.

a piece of him. you would live, if only to experience him again and give him better that what he was given.

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"two beautiful boys dearie, wonderful job" the midwife you'd met months prior praises you but all you could look at was what was laying next to you.

you'd met mrs. jiang while you were returning from a food trip when you'd passed five months. she'd gently chided you for carrying so much weight when you were so full with child. now that you think back, you should have realized it wouldn't be one baby. when you'd mentioned that i was only you, she softened and helped you home. you'd learned that she had served as a midwife in a neighboring kingdom for 10 years before moving after her husband's death. she'd somehow stuck around, with you coming to her home once a week to check on you - at her request. she'd never pried. she simply attached herself to you so when your labor pains had begun in the cave, she somehow found her way there.

you look on at the two wriggling babies next to you. staring at them for a few minutes before mrs. jiang's voice bring you out of your hypnotized state.

"what shall you call them?" she gazes at you while drying her hands with a cloth.

"luke and kieran." you'd seen those names in your dreams for the latter half of your pregnancy and you knew that it had to be their names.

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"my sweetest boys, i wish your father were here to see you." another night of laying next to them as they sleep. you'd been doing it to help them sleep but it often extended to well after they were out. you watched as their little chests rose and fell with their breaths and their cheeks fluffed up and down. they looked so much like him. same with their hair, same dragon horns and markings. they were just like their father, beautiful.

you brush luke's hair back before gently patting kieran's stomach, surely full from all the milk he'd eaten.

he should have been here. he would have adored them. done everything he could to give them better than what he had. burned the world anew so they would not even think the cruelty he went through was possible.

when you finally decided to settle for sleep, you found your thoughts running to him again.

'Don't worry, I am not alone. I bound your soul to me so you can find me. Find us. In another life perhaps. I named them. Luke and Kieran. Our sons. Or maybe they will find you.'

that is the last thought you remember before drifting off.

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"Fahliiv mu dathra" kieran says while looking at a photo in the boss' living hallway. a garden of daturas.

"what did you just say?" sylus emerges, unsure if he'd heard right.

"umm boss..." "what did you say?"he repeats again, silencing luke's attempt at any interruption.

these two mysterious boys showed up on sylus' doorstep a few months prior and never left. they'd asked for a place at onychinus and sylus didn't even get to tell them no. strangely, he couldn't tell them no. everytime he looked at them, he'd felt these strong feelings he couldn't described. something about them is familiar. he couldn't place it for a while but he still allowed them to stay, the silver streaks in their hair mirroring his own silver locks.

"Fahliiv mu dathra," kieran says a bit more confidently, his eyes gauging what sylus' reaction could take.

he hadn't heard that in so long. he hadn't heard it in this lifetime. he squints his eyes to decipher whether the twins are playing some weird joke. either way, where could they have heard that? when he sees their expressions remain, he decides to question again.

"where did you learn that?" he decides a new line of questioning.

"...our mother" he could hear the nervousness in his voice. that answer left him confused and the twins took it as a signal to keep going.

"our mother told us it was a funny thing between her and our father. an attempt when she first tried to learn his language."

"learn my language." they both end at the same time. he takes a clear look at their face and he finally sees. it's you. in both of them. but it's also him.

sylus' mind was beginning to spin with one thought. you were pregnant. with his children. you were with child. and you were alone in that cave. he feels sick. but he also feels happy. he had sons.

"was your mother-?" the twins see the gears turning in his head and decides it was now or never.

"yes, she was." luke confirms and his heart does something. it sinks and explodes all at the same time. he slowly moves to his living room and finds the couch, with the two boys in tow.

"how did you know that i was your father?" he takes one thing at a time.

"she used to draw a sketches of a man and one night we heard her saying she missed you. we kinda put things together there considering she mentioned 'his beauitful silver hair.'" luke answered and kieran continues "there were nights she'd cry herself to sleep with the parchment clutched in her hands." this breaks sylus. he's not someone who cries. he willed himself to not cry time and time again but tears seemed to disobey and cloud his vision.

"we started seeing you in our dreams two years ago and simply thought it meant nothing until we saw you while working an auction last year." luke admits and sylus doesn't even recall seeing them then.

"mom doesn't remember us?" his tone sounds disappointed, especially since he'd seen sylus sitting at his desk once mephisto return from astra knows where, with her photos appearing on his computer screen, and sylus decides to be honest, with everything now in the open.

"she doesn't. not yet. but i'm going to make sure she will." he proclaims and he sees the two in front of him visibly perk up. he explains that you haven't even met in this lifetime but you are a hunter in Linkon.

he awkwardly pulls them both and gives them a firm hug, his emotions needing somewhere to go. this was definitely new territory but soon he would have you back and you could both finally be a family.

he would take a bit of time to process what the boys have told him but what he does immediately know is that what was between you and him was real. these boys were living proof of the love you both planted among the daturas.

"Fahliiv mu dathra " - "Love in my daturas" || reader had made a simple mistake and meant love of my daturas' and it became something endearing between her and sylus. a/n: quickly remembered that the writing itch does NOT care what priorities you have and you have to write before it leaves. the art piece by @art-by-ady absolutely floored me and had me in tears for a few minutes(as per my comment on the post lol) so please take a look it to see where this idea came from.

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unspoken game rule no.1 - you can't end on a loss

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sweet withdrawal makes doctor malfunction (z. li)

w.c: 955 || not proofread warnings: a tad suggestive at the end a/n: of course i feel to write when my final uni assignment is due in 3 days and i'm not done....of course

you'd finally had it.

every time zayne had a dentist's appointment, you were conveniently busy and couldn't go with him. you'd begun to suspect that it was on purpose. this time, you'd decided to bend the truth and make him think you were busy before actually showing up while he was in the waiting room. he tried everything to subtly get you leave again but it wouldn't work.

early signs of a cavity is what the dentist had said and safe to say, you weren't pleased. you'd tried your best to help zayne curb his insane sugar consumption. you'd try switching out some of his snacks for healthier options - which weren't even that bad. they'd become some of your favorite snacks too.

he'd tried to sweet talk you on the ride home, hoping to soothe your visible displeasure but you'd decided enough was enough, but you'd require a bit of external assistance and planning. you'd quickly shut him down...for a few hours.

you'd managed to get greyson's assistance before returning home with your hands full.

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"dear, where are my chocolate pies?" zayne says while you hear the kitchen cupboards and pantry doors opening and closing. you were currently changing into some loungewear after a long day before hearing your bedroom door open.

"there's a lock on the cupboard downstairs now?" his expression is perplexed and you decided to be straightforward with him.

"until your sweet consumption habits have improved, the snacks will remain in the cupboard for me to give you." you'd done your best to remain serious, it wasn't helping that eyes started to do that softening that sets you weak in the knees.

you'd thought he would go against it from the start but surprisingly he simply asked for one and you obliged.

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zayne had an itch, he wanted something sweet and he'd already hit his daily three-snack quota. problem was..... it was only lunch time. he'd briskly walked back to his office before somewhat frantically opening his desk drawer, only to find it empty. he was sure he'd stocked up last week? a knock on the door immediately takes his focus.

"come in," he advises and once he sees greyson walk in, he resumes his search for his office stash.

"looking for something?" greyson had watched zayne move about the room, knowing exactly what he was looking for.

"nothing to worry about." he quickly responded but unfortunately for him, greyson spoke.

"if you're looking for your sweets, you won't find them." now that, made the doctor stop dead in his tracks. zayne turned to look at him while his expression morphed into confusion, the second time in the past few minutes.

"missus came on your day off and cleared your office of any sweets you might have hidden," zayne might have actually been peeved if it weren't for your name.

he gave him a sympathetic smile before leaving some files on his desk and heading out for his own lunch.

he'd had a healthier option is his pack, you'd put it there just for this, so why wouldn't he just have that.

"i heard a certain doctor's snack quota was hit and it was only lunch time, " your beautiful yet smug voice came through as he called you. you'd just come out of a meeting when a message from greyson got your attention. seems zayne found out about the other part of your plan.

"i made you a cherry parfait today, have that zaynie" you tried to plead so he wouldn't give in.

"hmph." he sighs in mild displeasure as you hear the opening of the jar.

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2 months. two whole months. zayne had tried almost everything he could but you wouldn't bend.

he'd tried sneaking off to the convenience store but somehow you'd called him right after he made the purchase and made him return it.

he gone to his local bakery and while they did allow him one pasty, they would not let him add anything else to his purchase. they said that on account of his wife's advice, they would only allow him to purchase one treat per visit.

how on earth had you gotten through to them?!

he eventually gave up after weakly trying to bribe you one night with a wonderful perfume he purchased. he would've bought it for you regardless but he thought it would give him some goodwill. oh, it got him some goodwill, just not what he'd had in mind.

a checkup appointment rolled around and while you truly weren't able to attend, he made sure that would be kept updated, as you'd wanted.

he walked through the front door, beautifully-wrapped box of goodies in hand and he didn't make it far before you were trailing behind him.

"i don't know how you managed to bypass my calls but-" your words were cut off by his phone in front your face. as you read its contents, zayne gently placed the box on the counter before going onto his knees and hugging your waist.

'patient zayne li has displayed great dental habits since his last appointment. no visible abnormalities. keep it up.' you read and giggle at the last few words of encouragement. he'd brought you a good report to get a treat in return.

while you continued reading, you felt soft kisses being placed all across your thigh's

"hmphh, zayniee," your eyes closed as he moved a bit further, his large hands moved across your hips. while he continued his pecks across your thighs - inching dangerously high, your center began to warm and you placed his phone right next to the box, dentist's note forgotten.

"maybe i could allow you a few treats..." you decide as he stands up and lifts you smoothly into his arms.

the doctor certainly got his sweets. oh, and the macarons too.

a/n: ok so, i'm slowly figuring things out, it's been a while since i wrote anything.

masterlist

synopsis: let's just say the lads men and ikea make for an...interesting mix. Warnings: NONE

Notes: hi. i haven't written much since high school so this is a bit foreign but i had a random inspiration and i'll be posting a few ideas i have and just having fun.

p.s. there's a really tiny typo in xavier's

MASTERLIST

zayne

welcome to my masterlist.

ateez

lads

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