"(Name)~" Zen sang as he poked his head into the doorway
of my bedroom. I looked up at the mischievous grin that was
plastered on his face and my eyes widened as he threwflour on my new sheets and comforter.
"What the f*ck was that for?!" I screamed as I jumped up
and frantically tried to wipe away the white dust that wasnow everywhere.
"I want to make some Christmas cookies, and I want YOUto help me," he smiled and winked, tossing more flour into the
air. I rolled my eyes and punched him in the arm for creating
such a mess in my space.
"I'm only helping you make cookies if you clean up my
room," I grumbled, throwing my blankets off my bed.
"Then it's a deal!" He said cheerfully and helped my take
the blankets to the washer and start it. Zen quietly hummed
the tune to "Jingle Bells", I giggled as he swayed his hips andlightly hip bummed me in the process. We finished the laundryand headed up to the kitchen to start on the cookies Zen sodesperately wanted to make with me.
"So, what kind of cookies are we making then?" I asked.
He handed me paper and I read through a recipe forgingerbread cookies. "You really want to make these?" I askedskeptically looking up at him.
"Yes, of course!" He grinned, his white teeth beaming."Wait, do you not like gingerbread. Because we can makesomething else if you don't like these. I want yo-"
"No no, I like gingerbread," I cut him off as I put on anapron that was hanging on the oven.
"Oh...good!" He exclaimed, grabbing the other apron and
preheating the oven. We began getting out the ingredients, Zen
getting the things I was too short to reach, him laughing every
time I would try to grab something off of the top shelve.
"Here, let me get it," he said as he presses his frontagainst me back and reaches up and grabs whatever I wastrying to get. Earning a small blush to appear on my cheekseach time. Once we got all of our ingredients out and ready,we began to follow the recipe and put various things into ourmixing bowl.
"Why is this recipe so complicated?" I whined, slumping tothe floor.
"Because it makes amazing cookies, it was mygrandma's recipe," he said, pulling me up from the floor andpulling me into a hug and squeezing to the point I couldn'tbreathe.
"Let. Go." I huffed, struggling to push him off of me.
"Never!" Zen yelled and squeezed harder.
"You're going to CRUSH ME! LET. GO." I yelled as he finally
let go. I grabbed my stomach to try and catch my breath, as
Zen just continues to laugh at me. I punched him in the arm
and we got back to making the cookies. We finally finished the
dough and I grabbed the gingerbread men cookie cutters. "What are we going to decorate them with?" I asked as I set
down the cutters.
"Hmm, I have some frosting? Is that good enough?" Zenasked pulling out a few tubes of various different colors offrosting.
"Ooo, I wanna make mine emoooo" I exclaimed, grabbing
the black tube. Zen rolled his eyes and began rolling out the doughinto a thin sheet. "How many cookies does this recipe make?"
"I think twenty-four," he said cutting the first batch out of
the dough. The next twenty minutes was a montage of us
cutting out cookies and making horrible frosting designs on
their little faces.
"And...done," I said as I proudly finished the face of the
last cookie.
"Okie dokie, let's put them in the oven," Zen said and weboth grabbed a side of the tray. Zen opened the oven andtogether, we slid the tray into the hot oven.
"Okay, so I'm maybe, just a little, glad that you threw flour
on me and made me make cookies with you," I said smiling, alight pink flooding across my cheeks.
"I'm definitely glad I did," Zen said smiling. "Oh, wait."
"What?" I asked, looking up at Zen.
"You have some frosting on your face." I blushed more
and quickly went to wipe the frosting away. "No." Zen stopped
my hand, "Let me get it." My eyes widened as Zen, licked mycheek lightly, then my chin, then finally moving to my lips and kissing me softly and sweetly. I wrapped my arms around hisneck and he placed his lightly on my hips. Zen pulled awayand looked up, "Wow, how fitting." I looked up and their justhappened to be a little sprig of mistletoe coincidentally hanging
above our heads. I giggled lightly as Zen placed one last kiss
to my nose. "Merry Christmas (Name)."
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Mystic Messanger One Shots ~
FanfictionAll five of the character and different fluffy/cute scenarios they get into with MC. Not sure if this will become smutty or not, maybe if people want that or would enjoy that. Will try to update regularly. :)
