Black Cats and Croissants

Here is the commission I did for the wonderfully amazing  @squirrellygirlart !!!!

You have her to thank for this lovely piece!!! This was honestly so much fun to write I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have ^_^

WARNING: There is some SIN- but I will warn you beforehand and mark where it ends as well.

Chat’s week wasn’t going very well. The boy had been run ragged with photo shoots and akuma attacks. And with the new diet his father had him on he was absolutely starving! ‘It’s almost swimsuit season Adrien,’ His father had said. Hungry and exhausted Chat was not up for another akuma attack, let alone one against Marinette.

It had all started with Chloe (didn’t it always?) Marinette, sweet, kind Marinette who’s parents made the best pastries Adrien had ever tasted, had brought croissants to school for her friends. She looked about as tired as he felt but despite that she smiled as she went to give her friends the sweet buttery gift. Adrien was certain he could hear his own heart break when Chloe came barreling in, knocking Marinette and the delicate pastries to the ground. Chloe smirked down at Marinette as she made a point of walking across the breaded treats, squashing them beneath her feet. Marinette’s face flushed red with anger as she stood with her hands in shaking fists at her sides. Marinette opened her mouth and a loud long irritating noise covered her words from Adrien’s ears. The long drawn out noise was Nino making a constant high pitched hum as he covered Adrien’s ears with his hands. Marinette’s words weren’t for innocent ears, he had told Adrien later on. Whatever Marinette had said landed her in the headmaster’s office where she was sent home from school suspended from the rest of the day’s classes. From then on Adrien had been traipsing across the city as Chat Noir chasing after a very angry akumatized Marinette.

“Princess I know you’ve had a crumby day but you’re batter than this,” Chat chuckled to himself as he dodged another croissant heading towards his head.

“Enough with the puns!” Marinette shouted in irritation sending more croissants sailing his way.

“Aw Princess I know you don’t knead that,” Chat snickered before a buttery croissant landed smack dab in the middle of his mouth. Chat hummed in delight his stomach growling in response.

“And stop calling me Princess!” Marinette hissed. She was dressed in a black and purple apron wielding a large purple spoon in her hands, purple cake batter splattered across one of her cheeks. She was the least intimidating akuma Chat had ever seen.

“Well you didn’t like muffin or cupcake, I’m running out of nicknames here,” Chat complained taking the croissant reluctantly from his mouth.

“Stop with the nicknames,” Marinette shouted throwing another croissant his way. This time Chat snatched the breaded delicacy out of the air and began stuffing it in the slim pockets of his suit.

You’re pathetic, Plagg’s voice sighed in his head.

Hey, don’t judge me I’m starving here! Adrien snapped back.

“You need a name sweet stuff.” Chat smirked. A croissant bounced off his head. “Okay you don’t like that one, how about…” Chat snapped his fingers a cheshire grin spreading across his face. “Pastry Princess!” Chat purred.

Marinette gave him a deadpan look. Chat opened his mouth to say something else but before the words fell past his lips a cupcake the size of a car landed on top of him. Chat popped his head out the top. Sticky frosting slid down his face and clumped in his hair.

“I take it you like your new name,” Chat cooed. Marinette gave him an irritated look as she hopped over to the next rooftop leaving Chat in his cupcake prison. It was surprisingly difficult to move within the dense cake. Worried Marinette might get away, and with no Ladybug in sight to come to his aid, Chat summoned his cataclysm and let the cupcake disintegrate around his feet. It was a shame he lacked the time to eat through the sweet instead. His stomach grumbled in agreement.

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Little Spider Boy

Peter Parker X Reader // Fluff

Warnings: Maybe a few cuss words.

Requested: Yes!

A/N: This might be bad since i wrote it in 10 minutes at 5AM, but i still wanted to publish it.

Originally posted by prettystucky

“Hey, Parker, Could you let me in?” you yelled from outside his apartment window, knocking loudly on the thin glass to make sure he knew you were there.  

“Y/n? What’re you doing here this late?” He opened it, letting you through. Stepping into the familiar small room of his, you quickly glanced around. The smell of scrap metal and aunt Mays horrible cookies hit you like a wave. You wondered why it still smelled like sweets that late at night.

“To give you some advice.” you sat down on his bed, making yourself comfortable. Peter looked at you like you were crazy, but you didn’t care. You wanted to help him, since it was painfully obvious he had been struggling to get through the past few weeks more than ever. And it hurt you to see him that way.  He looked bad. Tired, unkempt. And it wasn’t letting up in the slightest.

“You don’t have to carry the world on your shoulders.”  you said, sighing quietly. You tired to gather the right words to say, but suddenly they were hard to put together, even though you had been planning to say something for days.  "Don’t be hard on yourself. You’re only human. Peter you can’t do everything and expect to not loose things on the way. You’re harming yourself,“

"You understand I can’t just back awa-”

“You listen to me, okay!?!” you cut him off, knowing what he was going to say, and knowing you wouldn’t like it.

“I won’t stand back and watch you suffer. It pains me more than you can ever imagine. Every time you come to me needing help patching you up tears my heart. I’m not asking you to quit. The world needs you. Queens needs you, hell, I need you. But all I’m asking is that there will never be a day you show up at my door with too many cuts, too many bruises, too many sprained bones to get you up and walking again. Okay?” Tears were welling in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away. You had already said too much. You just knew it. You crossed a line.

“Okay.” He said, voice slightly shaky. His breath pattern turned longer and deeper, his eyes not managing to look at you. Instead they were planted at the wall. 

“What would I do without you?” He muttered, sitting down right next to you and lying his head in your lap. You smiled down at him, starting to brush through his messy hair. Something you had always done to get him to unwind a bit.

“Probably die,”

“You’re completely right.” After that silence fell upon you two. For a little while you thought he was asleep, but you saw that he’d been gazing at you for what seemed like a long time, since as soon as your eyes met he glanced away, his face flushing a light pink.

“I have never loved myself, but I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“Peter I,” you were completely speechless. you stared at him to see if he was lying. Or joking. Anything. But no. He was serious. And he just admitted he loved you. He love you.

“Jesus  Christ, you sappy spider, get your ass up and give me a damn hug before I force you to.” You felt his arms wrap around you, his head buried in your neck. As soon as he pulled away, you hastily pressed your lips to his before you could change your mind. It was sloppy and fast, but it felt right. Like you had been waiting for that moment for years.  

‘I love you. God i love you so much,”

“Really?” He asked, like everything that just happened didn’t. Which made you giggle. He could be so damn cute.

"Of course,” You gave a reassuring smile, putting your hand on his jaw. Another thing that tended to calmed him down. Closing his eyes, he sighed, murmuring a ‘thank god’ under his breath. 

“My little Spider boy.”

Gone: Chapter 7

A/N: To celebrate my insane tech skills (I just kept pressing everything until my wifi started working again) I’m posting the next chapter now. It’s not exactly all filler chapter, but as you asked for, here is some extra fluff before returning to the harsh reality.

The reply function is not working, SO, I’m sorry for not replying to your reviews and comments, but I appreciate all of them and don’t you dare stop leaving them because they make me warm and fuzzy!

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Ivonne’s 12 Days of Deadpool, #4

Spideypool x Reader, fluff.

Peter and Wade make you Christmas cookies.

#1, #2 , #3 , #4 , #5 , #6 , #7 , #8 , #9 . #10 , #11, #12, #13

Cookies. The smell of cookies had hit your nose strongly, waking you up from a much needed nap. You get out of the large bed and realized you were still naked from earlier. Quickly, you put on a pair of black shorts and ‘Frankie Says Relax’ shirt. You walked quietly out the bedroom door and walked into the kitchen.

“Wade! The cookies are going to burn!” Peter groaned.

“Listen Betty Crocker, I know what I’m doing,” Wade snapped back with a smirk. He opened the oven door with his Hello Kitty oven mitts and took out the sheet of cookies. “See, baby boy. Delicious.”

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Helping Others - Superboy X Reader

Requested by Anon - a Christmas one where rather than staying in, Conner and his s/o help out at the community center

“Why are we here?” Conner asked gruffly, eyeing the mass of children running around the community center. You grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze.

“We’re here to celebrate Christmas,” you answered, pulling him into the room. Stepping around various children, you and Conner made your way over to the main office. Several children waved at you. You waved back enthusiastically as Conner watched you in confusion.

“Couldn’t we celebrate Christmas back at the cave?” Conner argued as you reached the main office. You pulled him over to the volunteer sign in sheet, writing down both of your names. 

“We could just sit in the cave and watch static on the TV, but what good would that do for anyone else?” you explained, grabbing two volunteer badges nearby. You stuck one onto Conner’s shirt before putting on your own. “Christmas is a time for helping others, so I thought we could try something different.”

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Marry You

Sinja AU Week day two: Harmony or chaos.

“Okay, Sinbad, you have to breathe. It’s not a big deal; you’re only going to propose. Don’t freak out.” Sinbad mumbled to himself, sitting in his car in the driveway of the house he shared with Ja’far.

‘But what if he says no?’ Whispered his thoughts.

Sinbad felt anxiety rising in him, hoping that didn’t happen. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

He just had to wait until the date was over, whisk Ja’far away to the park and propose during tonight’s meteor shower. Easy.

Except, life had different plans for them that night.

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anonymous asked:

but reading your post on the couple from empire and they seem just like de and you seem to think they work. like all the shitty things he's done and she knows them and chose them and elena had same speech about damon too

Cookie and Lucious are absolutely nothing like Damon and Elena because Elena is *passive* which is something people don’t seem to understand. Cookie literally hits Lucious in the head with a baseball bat and then destroys his office while ranting about how underappreciated she is. She literally tried to smother him with a pillow. So many dinners end with her snatching the tablecloth as she walks out so the food falls to the floor. She constantly says that she wishes he was dead and that he’ll die alone. They constantly try to bury each other. They are both destructive. Does that sound like Delena to you? Damon just does terrible things and Elena accepts it. Her personality has simply been sanded down to accomodate him, that is Elena’s role. If anything Cookie and Lucious would be Bonnie and Kai.


Summary: “we’re at a youtube Christmas party and there are definitely a lot of cameras out and we are both near the mistletoe but we also have been thinking of coming out so I guess early Christmas gift for everyone who didn’t know” (from this prompt)

Word Count: 1,118

Warnings: food, one swear word, mentions of vomiting

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i thought this would be a cool thing to make so here

(i won’t be surprised if i got any of these wrong, especially with Lamar and Katie’s slides)

Hugs and Cookies

This isn’t quite holiday themed, but it is fluffy and inspired by holiday shenanigans at my house. 

Enjoy and Happy Holidays everyone!

Grayson was late. Damian’s eyebrows crinkled into a frown as there was at last a knock at the door. He unfolded himself from the couch where he’d been waiting and opened it, a reproach of his brother’s lateness already prepared. His words died on his lips as his brother thrust an overly large rug through the door. Damian stumbled backwards away from it as Dick emerged from behind the roll, leaning it against the wall beside the door.

“We are baking cookies, not decorating the house. And I thought Pennyworth asked you to bring sprinkles.” Damian said lamely, his attention still on the rug instead of his brother who was busy unraveling his scarf and tugging off his jacket.

Dick dug a vial of sprinkles out of his pocket and shook it the contents clicking together. “Got that too.” He grinned kicking the door closed.

“Help me with this will you, Dami?” Dick moved back to the rug, leaning one end to Damian’s direction.

Still stunned by the strange appearance of the rug Damian took the end and allowed Dick to direct him into the large living room the family collected in when they were all present. Together they laid out the rug on the far side of the room and Damian got a good look at what was printed on it. Red and white lined it had two obnoxious smiling children hugging. The words Love and Friendship were written around the kids.

“It’s hideous.” Damian frowned down at it.

“It’s the Get Along Rug.” Dick stood back away from it, hands resting on his hips proudly.

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Feeling Good

Word Count: 8k
Some swearing
Fluff, Smut, Teenager AU
 Dan steals alcohol and brownies from a party his brother was holding (who I made older in this fic) and meets Phil at their favourite meet-up place. Best friends for years, they get really drunk for the first time and learn that the brownies they had were actually weed brownies. Cue young Dan and Phil confessing some feels and start hooking up.

Music was loud from downstairs and Dan could feel his room shake because of it. He looked above him to his hanging light that was slightly swinging, and he was always worried that when his brother threw a party, one day his light would snap and fall down on him. It hasn’t so far, but Dan always kept paranoid, ever since a few months ago when Dan walked past his dresser and something had fallen on his head, leaving a cut and a bruise clearly visible on his forehead.
It was only 1am but Dan wasn’t trying to sleep just yet, but the thudding sounds were starting to give him a headache. If he hadn’t already had his phone in his hands he probably wouldn’t have felt or heard it vibrate. He opens the text message displayed on his screen and smiles when he sees his best friend, Phil’s, name pop up.

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