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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•Make it Alone•
Total Au story that I’m currently obsessed with!

“There are children on this street.”

“I just don’t see how this is legal.”

“And so young too, such a shame he was brought up that way.. but still.”

Jughead Jones shifted in his seat at the old fashioned Diner, blatantly ignoring the not so subtle whispers aimed his way. The flashing Neon sign reflected in his coffee cup, Pops it was called. He could feel the stabbing glares against his back as he slid a five dollar bill across the counter and gave a weak smile to the older man in charge. The dark haired 25 year old said a silent prayer of thanks that he was able to make it out the front door without having any food pelted at him, it was a welcome change from the last town he had moved to.

He hit the sidewalk and instantly shoved his hands in his pockets, fingers curling bitterly around the fabric of his jeans, a habit that had stuck with him from the long years he spent locked away in jail.

That’s right, he was a convicted felon, just recently removed from the Federal penitentiary
Facility in New York after the truth of his conviction was revealed. The time he spent in Rikers had been straight out of a horror novel, everything they said about jail? It was all true and Jughead Jones had lived through it all.
It’s what brought him here to Riverdale, The town with Pep, well.. atleast that’s what his real estate agent had said.

He made his way down the twisted roads that led to his house, it was tucked away, hidden behind the town exactly the way he wanted it. The only neighbor he had was the house just a few feet away from his, it was painted Sunshine yellow and had more flowers planted in the front yard then he had ever seen in his life. Jughead had been living in his new home now for five days and had yet to see a single sign of the person who owned the yellow house, well that was until today.

He stood awkwardly in his driveway as he watched the tiny blue beetle pull in. The first thing he saw was children, a set of twins to be exact, they came tumbling out of the car, pulling each other’s hair and shouting at each other.

“Fantastic.” Jughead mumbled, his realtor had promised no children or frat teens. The next person to emerge was a blonde woman a few years older than him, her hair was pushed back with a head band and she was clearly pregnant,

“Boys!” She called out to the quarreling children.

They instantly stopped fighting and stared up at their mother with apologetic faces.

He heard her before he saw her, a voice so sweet it could have been dipped in honey

“Oh Polly come on, they’re just playing! We’ve been cooped up in a car for three days after visiting mom! I’m feeling a little rambunctious myself” she hopped out.

The most beautiful woman Jughead had ever seen in his entire life. An angel for sure, honey wheat hair and sea green eyes followed by full lips and sun kissed skin, Jughead let his eyes travel down her body taking in the soft white dress she wore and the long toned legs that followed. Her laugh rang out through the front yard as she picked up the tinier of the twins and swung him around in her arms.

The older blonde simply rolled her eyes and leaned against the car, a playful smile on her lips

“As much as we’d like to stay and play Reggie is waiting for us at home and this pregnant mama needs her man.”

Betty nodded, pulling the twin boys closer to her chest and squeezing

“I had a great time this week boys! What do you say tommorow you take me out for ice cream, my treat.” She winked and Jughead felt his heart ache at the soft way she spoke and the adoration she had in her eyes as she looked at her older sisters stomach. There was a story to his new neighbor and he loved a good story.

As Polly piled her kids in the car she turned to the leggy blonde and pressed a kiss to her cheek

“Please call me tonight, I know this weekend was… a lot.. but I’m here for you okay.”

Jughead felt his shoulders tense, he was zoning in on a personal moment and it felt wrong, he turned to head to his front door when he heard tire against pavement. Daring one final glance back he inhaled sharply when his eyes met the new shade of green that was sure to be his favorite.

Her smile got wider when she noticed him looking, she lifted a tiny hand and waved excitedly.

Jugheads eyes widened and he whipped himself back around slamming into his house and locking the door, leaving a slightly confused and frowning blonde right next door

What was he thinking watching her like that? She was trouble wrapped up in a perfect blonde bottle.

She looked like sunsets and milkshakes and freshly printed books all wrapped in a tiny white dress and he.. well he looked like what he was… a murderer.

He shook his head aggressively taking cautious steps to the kitchen and dropping down in front of his laptop. He wouldn’t have to pay her any attention, he rarely left the house anyway typically only for food and coffee but there was always takeout and as for coffee… well he would just have to figure that out another day. He could avoid her, who cares that she was his neighbor, who cares that she was the only human life form for miles, he didn’t have time to get messed up with Pretty blonde girls with haunting green eyes.

Opening his emails he groaned audibly, another three angry subjected emails from his editor. The only way Jughead was affording his home was because people were already pre ordering his upcoming novel, a tell all about his life in prison and what brought him there. He had to finish the book eventually and the publishing company was getting restless, but they didn’t understand, they didn’t know what it felt like to relive all that horrible time and then to just simply write it down. It was hard and it was painful. But.. he had to pay the bills and his therapist had said it was a good idea to write it out, besides Jughead loved writing he already had two books published, unfortunately all that money went to legal bills.

Cracking his knuckles Jughead began typing.

Two hours later His eyes were burning and his fingers were sore when he heard the soft knocking coming from his front door.

Grabbing the bat that stood against the door frame Jughead took a heavy breath. It may be more threats, he shuddered remembering the half dead pigeon that had been left on his apartment door the day he got out of prison. He swung his front door open quickly. Instead of fighting bloody animals and hand painted threats he saw only a large plate of chocolate chip cookies with a note pinned to the top, glancing around he only saw bare woods, he reached for the note.

“Hi neighbor, it’s nice to (informally) meet you, if you need any help getting adjusted just give me a knock, I’m right next door! Welcome to Riverdale Jughead Jones- Betty Cooper”

Jugheads eyes widened, she knew who he was? She knew his name? She knew who he was and she was still baking him cookies? He picked one up and sniffed it suspiciously before taking a hesitant bite. The minute the cookie hit his tongue he let out an in Involuntary groan

“Oh shit.”

Yeah avoiding Betty Cooper was going to be harder than he thought.

No Longer Alone

Virgil goes on a usual nightly mission for a snack and things go…off the usual track. 

@holdnarrytight @justanotherpurplebutterfly

Anxiety had been free to move around the mind space for two years now. The day that Thomas had entered fifth grade was the day he finally got a door handle to escape his dark room. The first few days he did not dare touch the handle in case it was a trick. After that he hung around in the basement space listening to people move around upstairs yet never venturing there himself. 

When that week was up he finally did go up and had been making trips ever since. Only, he made sure the others did not see him. He was fast and stuck to the shadows. He never let them see him once.

In the beginning he only went up when they were all asleep but eventually he started to go up to just listen to them all. Hear what they had to say and watch them as they worked with Thomas. Learn who Logic, Creativity, and Heart where or rather learn who Logan, Roman, and Patton where. Use that information to figure out who he, as Virgil, was. 

Yet, even with the silent observation, he let time pass without saying a word; without getting their attention. He let them go on thinking they were the only three sides to Thomas. 

Thomas was now in seventh grade. No longer the ten year old that he was when Anxiety was released and there was still so much to come in his young life. Virgil could tell; he just had this feeling. 

The thought of more work and the higher likelihood of getting caught plagued his mind. The silent pre-teen laid awake at night worried about a future he knew nothing about. It was always some strange topic that his thoughts wandered to. 

Tonight in particular it was just jumping around Thomas’ minor fears. 

What if Greg hates Thomas now? He has been talking to those other people a lot lately. I bet he is talking to them and making fun of Thomas. 

High school is so close. That is where all the really bad things happen. I don’t want Thomas to get hurt or fail or have harder tests. Maybe he can just skip it and join a circus?


Anxiety gave a small grunt of annoyance and sat up. The voices in his mind going silent at the outward burst of aggravation as if they were satisfied with annoying the child out of his sleep. It was not like Virgil had anywhere to go but he did like to be awake during some of the day. 

The child ran a hand through his hair and let the bangs fall back over his eyes. He was so tired. He had noticed that bags had started to form under his eyes the last time he went to the bathroom. The mirror was now covered up by a towel because it also showed how pale and skinny and pathetic he was. 

Virgil pushed himself from the bed and grabbed the hoodie that had been thrown on the floor. The pulled it over and sighed when the familiar weight encompassed him. The simple jacket hung almost to his knees and way past his hands. It was a comfort he had always had. 

With his ‘armor’ on he took a breath and stepped out of the dark room. 

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Timid Mini Scenario | Sweets

Companion piece to Timid, set in the 2 months before they got the call about the cafe.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: fluff, Hybrid!AU
Words: not drabble length (2.8k+)
Warnings: none
Notes: As promised, one of the ‘drabbles’ I’m doing to fill in a little more of Jimin and the MC’s time together in Timid before the cafe is fixed and all that follows. Apparently I don’t know what a drabble is because this is entirely too long. I am writing another one that will come after this sometime soon (titled Uno, probably the same length).

Jimin accidentally eats all of your favourite cookies in the middle of the night and spends the entirety of the next day trying to keep it a secret.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Masterlist || Original oneshot. Timid | Companion short. Uno

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Zero to Hero? ( Pt 1) 

Alright guys, it’s not much, buts it’s a new start ! Let me know what you think ,xoxoxo.

Summ: all you wanted to do was go get some coffee and have some quiet time , but when you see someone being picked on , you can’t just turn the other way, can you?

This chapter is Wanda x reader , but upcoming will be all avengers x read ❤️ .

Warnings : swearing , slights bullying , angst, maybe a little fluff .

 The beginning of November should call for baggy sweaters and boots , not winter jackets . Apparantly New York didn’t get the memo, hell apparently you didn’t get it either .

I’m the only idiot not wrapped in a thick ass jacket . I’m pretty sure my tits are frozen off. Omg is that even possible?!? I feel like I should know this … your walk the hospital entrance to your car was rough . You’re seriously regretting Only wearing scrubs and a semi warm zip up sweater . After a 12 hour day of work , this is not what you wanted . All that’s going through your mind right now besides how stupid you are , is how good hot chocolate from the cafe on your street sounds .

 15 minutes later you find yourself walking into the cafe, the scent of coffee and cookies hits you and you have to bite back a moan . The barista smiles and nods as she begins your hot chocolate, making you laugh knowing she’s memorized your order from how often you’re here . After you have the cup of hot gold in your hand, you plant yourself in your normal booth, sliding down as try to give your drink a minute to cool off. But patience doesn’t seem to be in your cards right now..

“ ahhh!” You nearly drop the cup from the pain of your burned tongue .

You hear a soft giggle and look around . You see a young girl, with long reddish brown hair and a stunning smile trying to hide her giggle . She looks down immediately when your eyes meet.

She looks so familiar . I can’t believe she laughed at me! Actually yes I can, I probably look like a weirdo .

A couple minutes later , your Facebook creeping gets interrupted by a frantic voice .

“ you’re kind are not welcome here . ”

You look up to see an aggravated woman leaning over the girl you caught giggling . What does she mean your kind ?

“ miss I don’t mean any harm-” the young girls voice was soft, almost sounding sad .

“ like you didn’t mean any harm in Lagos when you blew up that building ? Or how about sokovia ? Out. Now.” The older woman shouts .

Who is this chick? Lagos? Sokovia? Who the-OH she must have something to do with the avengers! Right? I really need to pay attention to the news..

You look around , everyone else in the cafe just watching the dispute quietly , some smiling in support, others look indifferent. You can see tears rolling down the young girls face as she frantically starts to pick up her thingsfrom the table . Before you can even think you’re standing up and storming over there .

“ I’m sorry but who the hell do you think you are ?!” You question the woman, causing wanda to pause and look at you wide eyed .

“ I’m the owner-”

“ obviously . I’m not an idiot. I mean who the hell are you to speak to some one so cruelly? Especially someone who has fought to keep people safe?! ” You bellowed . The owner takes a step back from you , fear flashing over her features

“ her kind caused-”

“ her kind? She’s not a different species ! SHES HUMAN, just like everyone in here . Maybe a little cooler than the rest of us, but human is human . She’s a hero , she has caused more good than bad . So why don’t you pull your small minded head out of your ass, an apologize . ” you snap . By now you’re   chest To chest with her.

The woman stood her ground though,“ i will not . Her and her team of so called heroes wreak destruction on our city, on our world . I will not allow some monster to be in my cafe. You can take your ‘hero’ and get the hell out.” Her tone was cold, and The glare she sends wanda makes your anger fully snap

“ you have some fucking nerve . This city wouldn’t be standing if it weren’t for her team, hell this world probably wouldn’t either. I don’t see you risking your life to save us ! So unless you want to strap up and get your ass out there fighting aliens or guys with giant guns why don’t you keep your rude ass judgments yourself . I will gladly take her and get the hell out of here . You don’t deserve to have a hero anywhere near you. ” You growl. You extend your hand out to the girl, well young hero, and smile at her when she takes it then tug her towards th door.

 Before  stepping out the door you stop,“ next time New York becomes a target , and we all know the likely hood of that, and your praying to be saved , know that you don’t deserve it . Because the ones saving you will be the avengers , the ones you just referred to as monsters . I’ll be sure to pass along your thoughts to them miss. Have a great fucking day.” You state with a shoulder shrug 

Once youre out , you pull her with you until you find a bench . You plop down, groaning as you do. You glance up, catching a confused, but amused look on her face .

“ you didn’t have to do that . Thank you.” She says quietly as she drops down next to you.

“ you’re welcome . no one deserves To be treated like that. I’ve never done anything like that before .It’s kinda giving me an adrenaline rush .” You laugh . You extend your hand and introduce yourself ,“ I’m y/n.”

She shoots you a wide smile while shaking your hand ,“ I’m wanda maximoff,it’s nice to meet you .”

You finally get a solid look at the girl you defended, and as her name leaves her mouth your eyes snap wide open in realization .HOLY BALLS .

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Stress Baker

Prompt: Jason as a Stress Baker

words: 391

AN: Fluffy cookies for everyone

Fandom: DC

          There are several amazing things that come with loving Jason Todd; he’s attentive, loving, and when he gets somewhat stressed, he bakes. Usually it has something to do with a certain case, or he and Bruce have had a fight, or he and one of the team have had a fight.

          Of course you know it the minute you open the door. The smell of cookies hits your nose, and your purse kind of just slides from your shoulder to the ground. You lock the door behind you and make your way into the kitchen.

          He says nothing as he pulls on oven mitts, and crouches down in front of the oven, waiting for the perfect time to remove his masterpiece. You slide into a bar chair, and snag a peanut butter cookie. It’s warm, and kind of melts in your mouth. “New recipe?” You ask.

          “Yep,” he murmurs.

          You sneak another cookie, an oatmeal one this time. “So, what happened?”

          “Bruce is being unreasonable.”

          You hide your smirk behind another cookie. “Ah, the number one cause of my cookie weight gain.”

          Jason frowns. “He’s just so …”

          You nod, “I know Jason, and you know my theory.”

          “Yep, and I don’t need to hear it again.”

          You slide from your seat and lean against his back. “You’re too much alike. You’re both strong willed alpha males. Your wills clash, and it leads to the apartment smelling like an open house. Not that I’m complaining, most girls get wet towels and sweat socks.”

          He chuckles a bit at that, when the oven timer goes off you let go of him, and wait for him to set the hot tray down. When that’s done you go and wrap your arms around his neck “I love you, I love your cookies, but your mental health is also important, and putting all of your energy into cookies doesn’t help. GO talk things out with Bruce while I package all of these up. We can drop them off at all the local precincts and shelters when you get back.”

          He just nods and kisses you. “Thanks baby girl.”

          You kiss him back. “Anytime.”

          As he goes to change you call out, “Take some cookies to your brothers too!”

          “Yes, dear.”

          You smile as he goes to change, and then steal another cookie.

William Nylander - Hickey

Originally posted by pavszacha

Anon: Hi, can you do a William Nylander imagine where the reader does a hickey prank on him?

A/N: this was a hell of a lot longer than I was expecting lmao. I hope you enjoy!

also, cursing/some attempted steaminess

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Hunk Headcannons

I made one a while ago but I realized I didn’t like some of those so now I’m rewriting them

So like a few headcannons I have (that may or may not turn into Klunk/Hallura headcannons):

-Hunk is great with animals, like when they were younger and found stray animals they’d bring them home and it got to the point where they basically ran a shelter for the pets.

-Sometimes they would hold those ‘find a home for these animals’ fundraiser things and like they would bake and invite their neighbors and the whole community pretty much.

-long story short, all the animals would get adopted and Hunk was happy but sad because their little friends

-like right after that they got another fifteen animals

-Hunk is so gentle/peaceful that sometimes they would just sit outside in the sunshine and relax. Sometimes being so relaxed a bird or something would just kinda fly up to them and sit on their shoulder

-Hunk is The Person to go to when it comes to animals

-they go to parks carrying like 5 bags of bread crumbs (healthy of course) and sit on benches and feeds birds and its the cutest thing to see

-One time the paladins go to a planet that’s jungley with a bunch of different creatures and stuff. While they’re walking a butterfly-like creature just kinda flutters down and sits on the tip of their nose and everyone stops and just like stares.

-Lance, Keith, and Allura having heart attacks because what are they doing to them?

-they liked Naruto when they were younger, and they personally liked the look of a headband. So now they wear the headband everyday.

-they may or may not have gotten their headband from Lance

-it was from Lance

-Lance and them knew eachother before joining the garrison, and I like to think that their parents were friends so that’s how they knew eachother

-Hunk has two moms, a st bernard named Rock Lee, and a turtle named Michaelangelo

-Hunk is pan genderqueer

-Hunk has dirt on everyone

-Hunk is the nicest person ever, but their also silent as hell when moving around the castle. So like they’ll randomly go into a room and find someone doing something weird and they won’t shame them or whatever they just kinda goes like “carry on” and walks out

-unless you’re fucking with them. they ain’t taken none of your shit today thank you very much. So they’ll like kinda hint towards it and shit and like if you don’t get the hint and/or still keep teasing or messing with them they’ll basically spill that shit infront of everyone

-like Lance was fucking with them one time and they were having none of it so they just said “Wow Lance, are you wearing those My Little Pony boxers today?”

-Lance was silent for the rest of the day

-Hunk is a hunk, their very muscley. But that’s not to say their not chub chub. Because that boy has the best hugs and the softest and fite me.

-When Hunk is really hot they’ll pull their hair into a ponytail, and wear like a tanktop or smth.

-Allura, Lance, and Keith are pretty much crying at this because “what did they do to deserve them”

-Hunk is just oblivious to the hell that’s going on around them

-Hunk is either super aware or really oblivous to flirts, there is no in between

-When Hunk gets hit on by Lance they knows it and is either really blushy because “how could Lance say something like that?” Or just like smirking and replies super smoothly and basically it backfires on Lance

-When Keith hits on them their so oblivous to it.

-Keith hitting on Hunk is basically that one picture where it’s like “Were you hitting on me?” “I was for like a year, thanks for noticing” or smth

-When Allura hits on Hunk they’re like “Uh???” cause Allura uses Altean pick up lines and Hunk… doesn’t know them. (Allura’s pick up lines are like the equivalent of “Excuse me, is your name Earl Grey? Because you look like a hot-tea.”)

-Hunk loves puns

-so much punning

-so m u c h

-(To Lance) “When I first saw you, cupid stuck a Lance through my heart.”

-(to Keith) “I don’t know how to Keith up with your fighting style, it’s too good.”

-(To Shiro) “You know what they say, he went from zero to Shiro.”

-(To Allura) “Everyone finds Allura very Alluring.”

-*runs up and hugs Pidge* “I caught a pidgey!“

-Hunk has the “Talk shit get hit.” mentality

-After the cookie fiasco Hunk decides to learn Altean with Pidge.

-They reprogrammed it together so that it didn’t put them in any Real danger

-They hang out with Coran a lot and try to learn more about Altean technology

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.”

The Gainer Sesh Part 2

The Gainer Sesh is sort-of a spinoff of The Fat Brother. Also read The Gainer Sesh Part 1

*Disclaimer* Intended for 18+ readers only. Smoking is bad for you.

Three pairs of worried eyes peered from the corner into the kitchen.  The box sat on the counter, practically screaming, “Open Me!”

Darren turned around and stood with his back against the wall, as if to keep the cookies from forcing their way in.  Up to 196, his now undeniable gut poked out. The three guys look at each other.

“Ok, we’ll just leave it out there, right?” Campbell asked.  “If we don’t open the box, nothing bad can happen.”

They all agreed that was the best course of action.  They walked together through the kitchen to get to the garage, but Darren grabbed Kurt’s arm as soon as they walked passed the counter.

“What is that?” Darren hissed.  

“Ow, my arm, what are you pointing …” Kurt’s voice trailed off as she saw the box on the table.

Darren cleared his throat and sliced open the seal and opened up the box.  Twelve chocolate chip cookies.

“That’s enough!” Darren shouted.  “I’m sick of this shit!”

He grabbed the box and threw it in the trash.  Then he tied up the bag and threw it over his shoulder.  The other two followed his jiggling butt as he marched through the kitchen, and out to the garage to the trash cans.  With a defiant yell of “Fuck you”, followed by “I’ll never get fat!” he slammed the bag in with the rest of the trash.

“There, it’s gone now,” he said, brushing his hands together.

Kurt opened the door to the house and looked back toward the kitchen.  To their great relief, no box waited on the counter.  

“Finally,” Campbell sighed.  “I don’t even feel like eating after all that, Let’s smoke a few bowls.”

Campbell walked over to the workbench where his supplies were stashed, but stopped, staring in horror at the package on the workbench.

“Nooooo!” he wailed.  

His two friends rushed to see what was happening and were struck dumb by the sight.

“It’s hopeless,” Campbell exhaled, opening up the cookies and grabbing one.  “We might as well face it, we’re just going to get fat.”

Kurt and Darren watched as he took a hit, then ate first 1 cookie, then repeated.  By the time he was polishing off his 3rd cookie, they imagined that they could see the outlines and contours of his increasingly chubby body against his shrinking clothes swell before their very eyes. His belly and love handles curved outwards, and his bellybutton became a divot that was now constantly broadcast through the material. His moobs started to become clearly outlined in the shirt.

And yet, all they felt was jealousy.  Jealousy that he was enjoying the best cookies that any of them had ever eaten.  Jealousy of the delight in biting through that perfectly baked cookie into that creamy filling that was positively orgasmic.

After staring at Campbell, Kurt reached into the box to pull out a cookie.  Darren watched in anticipation for what would happen next. For a few minutes it was quiet other than the sound of chewing and some soft moans of pleasure.  

Then the cookies were all gone. Kurt and Campbell, who had eaten 6  each, stood there looking at each other, feeling bloated and ashamed. Darren meanwhile managed to keep his resolve and did not eat any more cookies.

“Ooh,” Campbell groaned, rubbing his large, bulging, overhang.  “These are my biggest gym shorts and I feel like I’m going to rip them.”

Sure enough, each was wearing their roomiest athletic shorts, but they all looked painted on.  Thick flesh oozed over straining waistbands and out from beneath retreating T-shirts.  Campbell’s shirt fit in an unflattering fashion. To say it clung to him tightly was an understatement–It seemed to highlight the swelling of his torso, accentuating his protruding love handles.

“Do we … buy bigger clothes?” Kurt asked, realizing that he was admitting they’d grow larger.  

“How much bigger?” Campbell asked, panting slightly as he struggled to keep it together.  “How many more cookies are coming?  How much fatter will we get?”

Nobody said anything, the thought was simply too unbearable.  The guys lowered themselves onto the garage couch in their usual positions, shifting uncomfortably as new love handles touched.

For the rest of the day they watched Nascar, smoked, and drank Bud light, until each passed out on the couch, trying to take their minds off what tomorrow might bring.


Darren woke up from the sound of morning birds to find his hand on Campbell’s large stomach. He recoiled his hand and took a moment to notice how big his bud looked right now. His face looked much fuller, with thick stubble covering his chubby cheeks and double chin. Campbell looked thicker everywhere-even his arms and legs looked chunky and bloated.

Darren decided to get dressed in non-elastic clothes as if it would bring some sort of normalcy to the situation. He figured he’d better put on his cargo shorts that were always a bit baggy and needed a belt. Darren was looking down at how much his thighs wobbled as he put them on when suddenly his boxers ripped from the movement. Darren cursed a bit and looked for a bigger pair of boxers. He was reminded of the weight he put on  again when he had to suck in his gut to button the cargos and the way they clung tightly to his thighs and backside. Darren’s belly swelled noticeably against his gray T-shirt. His moobs poked out behind the letters across the front that said ‘REDFORD FOOTBALL’. The shirt also seemed to highlight the swell of his protruding love handles.

He walked into the kitchen and sighed in resignation.  The box was brought into the garage and put on the table.

“Should we eat breakfast first or just get this over with?” Darren asked.

Kurt furrowed his brow.  “What if… what if we ate a ton of food so we couldn’t possibly fit in another bite?  Even if we completely pigged out all day, we wouldn’t gain anywhere near the pounds we’d gain from eating the cookies.  Do you think we could beat the cravings that way?”

Darren shrugged.  “I guess it couldn’t hurt to try.  Let’s leave the box closed.  Maybe if we keep eating and don’t open the box, it’ll go away at midnight or something.”

“Okay,” Campbell agreed.  “I’ll make bacon.  I think we have sausage and toast, and maybe sausage gravy for biscuits as well.”

The three guys all started working together on putting together a gigantic breakfast that would hopefully overwhelm their cravings for the chocolate chip cookies.  An hour later there was only a solitary strip of bacon remaining on Kurt’s plate.

“C’mon, you gotta *hic* finish it off,” Darren urged, slumped back in his chair shirtless with his distended stomach arcing outward.

“Ugh, I’m so stuffed,” Kurt grunted, picking up the bacon and looking at it with a sickly expression.

He shoved it in his mouth and grimaced as he chewed and swallowed.  Then, clutching his fat and overloaded stomach with a look of intense discomfort, he let out a wall-shaking BURRRRRRRRRRRRRPP.

Campbell was breathing heavy and didn’t say much at all.  He was afraid that even an attempt to speak may cause him to vomit.  Never before in his life had he been so disgustingly full.

Throughout the day they opened more snacks as soon as they found it possible to force something down without gagging.  They ate until Darren’s cupboards were bare and their stomachs so full that bending at the waist was a sheer impossibility.

At the end of the day they were strewn about the living room in their boxers with their hands lethargically rubbing stupendously swollen bellies.  Every so often there was a hiccup, groaning belch, or soft moan of “so full”.

“I feel like I’m going to puke,” Darren announced, holding his gravid bulge under his right T-shirt.  “I never want to eat another crumb of food ever again … except for those cookies.”

“Same here” Kurt grunted.  “I can’t move, but I still can’t stop thinking about those god damn cookies.  Sorry bud, I guess this was a stupid idea.”

“No worries” Campbell told him.  “It was worth a shot.  Now who wants to go get those cookies?”

“Wait, is it that box on the counter?” Darren asked.

“Of course it is,” Kurt groaned.  “If I ever find out who is doing this to us … I’ll kill them.”

“I’ll get ‘em” Darren heaved his bloated body toward the kitchen. Still being only 194 pounds, Darren was considerably smaller than his obese friends, who were 224 and 256 respectively.

Darren quietly opened the box and sure enough, 12 cookies were waiting inside. He looked down at the cookies and then at the swell of his gut. His shirt highlighted the swell of midsection and protruding love handles. It left nothing to the imagination as to exactly how wide he was getting or by how much he was overflowing his shorts.

A deep growl emanating from his stomach racked his entire body.

He grabbed the box and sat down on the kitchen table. Darren lifted the lid of the box and the smell of the cookies hit his nose hard, like they were freshly baked.

He slid a cookie into his mouth and sighed contently as the chocolate melted on his tongue. The sweet and savory cookie rolled around his mouth on his taste buds as his teeth greedily chowed away. This, Darren thought, was worth it. He watched his arms grab another and bring a second cookie to his waiting maw. Darren had no idea this would be the last time he was under 200 pounds. Finally, after a euphoric few minutes, Darren swallowed the remains of the 2nd cookie into his waiting gut. Darren sighed, half content and half disappointed that the sensation only lasted so short.

He let out a little belch, and lightly placed a hand on the top of his gut. He looked down at his gut and was reminded of why he shouldn’t eat anymore cookies. He didn’t want to get fat. This was his last cookie for a while. Despite his resolve, his stomach disagreed and growled louder this time.

Darren suddenly found himself racked with a renewed sense of hunger and reached for another cookie with his hand and licked his lips. To his surprise, he shoved the entire cookie in his mouth at once. His cheeks puffed out around the food in his mouth as he bit down, teeth eating through the cookie.

Darren moaned as he chewed, working on turning the cookie into a swallowable mash. He got down a little bit at a time, until the last of it landed in his greedy stomach. Darren realized he was leaning in toward the box and shifted to have his back against the chair and placed both hands on either side of his gut.

“Shit” he groaned before stifling a belch, both hands massaging his gut, “I can’t keep eating these, I’ll blow up even more”

Yet Darren felt an emptiness grow inside of him as his stomach gurgled slightly. He had never felt this type of hunger before.

No. I can’t eat anymore of these until we figure out what the hell is going on, Darren thought as he looked down as his gut with a renewed sense of embarrassment.

But his thoughts started to become corrupted by his hunger. Another box will re-appear right after. They won’t know that any cookies went missing, he thought to himself. Although he was aware that this was a dangerous reasoning, the smile creeping over his lips explained what he truly wanted.

Darren tried to correct himself, “I don’t want to get fat,” he wined as he grabbed a handful of his large gut. Alas, his round stomach simply let out a louder gurgle in reply.

“Why am I so hungry?” Darren looked down at his gut that rolled slightly in his lap, covering his waistband as it growled again. The way his shorts clung to his chunky thighs gave him a feeling of shame, yet he felt his resolve begin to crumble.

The third growl was the loudest and longest one yet, and with it all concerns about weight left Darren’s head. Darren gave in. He moved the box closer to him and crammed another cookie into his mouth. Crumbs fell on his rising gut as he moaned at the release of finally answering the mysterious hunger.

The process which had been changing him and his friends started again. With an additional 3 pounds, his body visibly puffed up a bit, a centimeter here and a centimeter there.

As Darren stuffed in cookie number 4, he got lost in the flavor of sugar and chocolate flooding his mouth and flowing into his waiting stomach. All he could hear was the sound of chewing, swallowing and quiet moaning.

Love handles oozed out of Darren’s shirt and fat cells duplicated in his gut, deepening the navel on his jiggly belly.  His chest became more padded, moobs more defined, and subconsciously he shifted his arms to be more spread apart. His neck widened a little bit and his double chin popped out.

Another cookie was gluttonously crammed inside his mouth, and Darren licked his chocolate-covered lips.

Darren felt his body rise up a bit as his ass started to swell beneath him. The slight jiggle of his arms as he grabbed another cookie became more noticeable. Thighs thickened with fat.

“What is happening to me?” Darren said out loud, as his stomach growled again. Even though he was filled with anxiety, he was unable to stop himself and he reached again for more cookies to cram into his waiting maw.

I can’t stop, he thought as he chewed unwillingly. The hunger was dominating him. Fuck, I can’t stop. Darren saw his body inch outwards-slow and steady-as he continued to stuff himself, unable to get rid of the hunger that was controlling him. Darren shuttered as another steady growl shook his entire body and began to eat faster.

As Darren gorged on the remaining cookies, his love handles and ass continued to bloat outward causing the already tight waist of the athletic shorts from his skinny days to strain. The sound of a stitch tearing took Darren out of his trance for a second-what was that? He looked down at the large, fat belly advancing over his thighs, when suddenly his bloating belly caused his tight shirt to roll up to just above his deep belly button.

“Oh no no no no no” Darren reached in for another cookie but found that all 12 were gone.

Hearing the sound of laughter, he looked up to see his 2 friends in the kitchen, judgmentally staring at his fattened form and the empty box of cookies on the table.

“Hahaha,” Kurt chuckled and poked wide-eyed Darren’s belly. “Looks like someone got into the cookies.”

In an almost reflexive response, Darren crossed his arms in front of his middle and held his belly in.

“Gluttony is the sin you can’t hide,” Campbell lectured, “You ate 12 cookies in less than 10 minutes. That’s 36 pounds. Admit it man, with that little self-control, you were destined to face the consequences sooner or later.”

“Why try to hide what you’ve done to yourself by covering your stomach, or sucking in?” Kurt teased as he pinched Darren’s bigger love handle, “Dude, quit trying to suck in. It’s okay. You know it’s barely making a dent in that gut, you can’t hide it. You’re not skinny anymore, just embrace it. Everyone can see how big you are now.”

“Everyone can see your double chin,” Kurt flicked Darren’s small double chin and pinched his left cheek, “Everyone can see how puffy those cheeks are.”

“Everyone can see your moobs,” Campbell said as he flicked Darren’s right moob.

The jiggle of Darren’s chest and navel was very visible in the too-tight shirt. This caused Darren to recoil backwards quickly, and with the movement a few things happened. First, he inadvertently
let out his stomach which caused the tight shirt to once again rise up to just above his belly button. Then Darren heard a loud fart come from himself, which only added to his shame. In that moment, Darren felt disgustingly fat.

“The cookies….” Darren groaned as his heart raced through his chest.

“You’re the one that put the cookies in your mouth!” Kurt interrupted, grinning wide.

“It’s hilarious that he thought he could just try a cookie or two,” Campbell said to Kurt, “As if these cookies that appear out of nowhere are harmless. As if they aren’t affecting our brains somehow.”

“Darren, you’re fat. Like me now.“ Kurt said as he patted his own fat gut. “You’re always going to want to eat, more and more. And you’ll always be one box of cookies or one big meal away from giving in. So why fight it, big guy?”

Darren’s stomach responded with a slight growl.

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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October Writing Challenge~ Scary Movie {Triplet Matt x Reader}

A/N~ Here’s day 14! I totally slacked of and skipped a bunch of days but here we are! I couldn’t have written this without my best friend whom I adore v much @faestae she helped me so much and I couldn’t be more grateful to her. Anyways without further rambling have some jump scares with our soft boy Matty!

The smell of vanilla and pumpkin spice candles, mixed with the welcoming scent of freshly popped popcorn and cookies hits you the second you walk in the Solo’s home. You take off your jacket, shaking off the chill of the cold autumn evening in the process. It’s dark inside the house; Leia used to chastise the boys for leaving lights on as kids, now they hardly ever turn them on. The only light comes from the archway leading to the kitchen, where you hear the unmistakable voices of your three best friends. At least that’s what you told yourselves you were. Placing your jacket on the hooks next to the front door, you head for the kitchen. As you pass the piano outside the archway you tap a few of the high notes, in turn it alerts the triplets to your arrival.

“You’re here!” Ben cheers as you step into the warm kitchen.

Kylo sits on a barstool at the kitchen island looking bored as he picks at a plate of chocolate chip cookies. Matt stands on the other, side attempting to swat his brother’s hand away.

“We were beginning to think you wouldn’t show.” Ben slings a long arm around your shoulder, playfully poking you in the side with his other hand.

You yelp, pushing him away with a giggle. “Me? I wouldn’t miss movie night for anything.” you glance back over to the plate of cookies and bowl of popcorn on the counter, “Especially when there’s food.”

Kylo scoffs, tossing a rogue strand of dark hair from his eyes. “Yeah, if Matt will let you have any.”

You turn back to Ben. “So, what movie are we watching tonight?”

Ben perks up snapping his finger as he points at you. “I thought you’d never ask, kid. Back in a flash!” he dodges out of the kitchen and down the hall towards his bedroom.

Kylo finally stands from his stool with an eye roll, having had enough of Matt’s pestering, and moves to the archway. “I guess that’s our cue.” he motions for you to follow him before disappearing around the corner too.

Behind you, Matt brushes stray crumbs and leftover flour off the granite countertop before picking up the popcorn and cookies to take to the living room.

You take the plate from him as he passes. “Here, let me help you.”

Matt flashes you a crooked smile, eyes sparkling behind his large glasses as you follow him. “Thanks.”

You’re careful with the plate, trying not to drop any of the cookies on the floor, even when Ben startles you by tickling your sides as you’re about to set the plate on the coffee table. You take a seat between Kylo and Matt on their grey sectional sofa. Kylo shares his blanket with you, spreading it across both your laps.

“Alright losers.” Ben spins the disk around his finger as he prepares to announce the title of the movie. “Get ready to watch the scariest movie you’ll ever see in. your. life.” he pauses between words for dramatic effect. “The Curse of Cannibal Woods! They say even the disk is haunted.”

Matt groans beside you. “Ben… I hate scary movies.” He mumbles the last bit quietly. It’s no secret, but it’s embarrassing to him nonetheless.

“Oh c’mon pussycat, it’s not that bad.” Ben teases him, turning to slip the disk into the dvd player.

“Easy for you to say…” Matt replies, but even he knew Ben was too stubborn to back down once he’s made up his mind.

Ben responds with a series of clucks, tucking his hands into his armpits and flapping them like wings. He continued his silly display, crossing the living room and landing next to Matt on the sofa. With two claps high above his head the lights flicker off as he reaches for the remote; pressing play on the menu.

A heavy sigh passes from Matt’s lips, drawing your attention. You catch his gaze and smile at him as a bout of reassurance. Opening credits fade onto the screen accompanied by dark visuals and music, Matt’s already visibly tense. You sneak your hand into his much larger one, lacing your fingers between his. He squeezes gently as a silent thanks, his thumb stroking the side of your hand.

The movie progresses; it’s definitely cheesy and predictable but you can’t deny the special effects were well done, even you were a little on edge during some scenes. As the movie plays out in front of you Matt adjusts his grip on your hand. The main character slowly opens the closet door where just moments before, she heard scratching. The music builds, and Matt adjusts his grip again; his palms sweating. You hold Matt tightly as the camera pans to the closet. It’s dark inside and the music stops, leaving the three of you in suspense.

Suddenly there’s a shout from behind you and something grabs your shoulder. Matt screams, grabbing onto your arm as you duck your head into his side with a shriek of your own. Ben’s deep laugh sounds from behind you.

“Holy shit!” he gasps for air, clutching his stomach. “You sound like a little girl, Matty!”

You turn around with your heart still hammering in your chest. “You asshole.” you say, chucking the empty bowl of popcorn at Ben.

Unpopped kernels clatter to the floor as Ben puts his arm up, just in time to block the incoming bowl from hitting him square in the face. “Calm down, princess. It was just a joke.”

“Well, it wasn’t funny to me.” You mumble.

Beside you Matt finally eases his grip on your arm, his hand finding yours again. He scowls down at his lap, cheeks tinted pink, chest rising and falling with his rapid breathing. “I don’t want to watch this movie anymore.”

“Oh c’mon, Matty.” Ben groans in disappointment. “Don’t be such a baby.”

“I said, I don’t want to watch this anymore.” Matt’s voice drops low, the words rumble in his chest.

Kylo sighs, getting up from the couch. “Nice going, dickhead.” he tosses the rest of the blanket on you, offering you an apologetic half grin. “You know where to find me.” he says before moving off down the dark hallway.

“Hey, where are you going?” Ben calls after him.

“My room. Aren’t we done here?”

“The movie’s only half over!”

“No.” you say reaching for the remote, quickly clicking the eject button. “Movie night is over.”

With a huff Ben crosses into the living room and retrieves the disk. He doesn’t say anything more as he too retreats down the hall, leaving you and Matt alone in the living room.The glow from the dark tv screen is the only light. It reflects off Matt’s glasses, hiding a disappointed look.

His broad shoulders slump as he relaxes a bit. “I’m sorry.” he whispers, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “I ruined it.”

“No, no. It’s not your fault, it was Ben.” You squeeze his hand again. How many times have you done that tonight? “Besides, I didn’t want to watch that movie anyways.”

Matt doesn’t look any more relieved. He chews at the inside of his cheeks while his free hand plays with the hem of his sweater. “Now what?”

“We can still do movie night.” you offer. “How about Halloweentown?”

A shy smile tugs at his lips. “Sure.” he says.

You jump from the sofa, momentarily releasing his hand as you get your bag. Inside is the movie and you waste no time before sliding it into the dvd player. Sitting back down next to Matt, you pull the fuzzy blanket over the two of you; your head comes to rest against his side, as you take his hand once again. He relaxes into your touch, adjusting his position ever so slightly to better accommodate you. The title menu fades on screen, Matt presses play before landing a soft kiss to your head.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Derek always used to get really excited for Christmas as a child (not because it's his birthday but in SPITE of that) he'd run downstairs screaming "IT'S CHRISTMAS!" every year, but for a decade he barely celebrated at all, then the first Christmas after he and Stiles bring home their first baby he gets up first thing and races downstairs screaming "IT'S CHRISTMAS!" because he's SO EXCITED, Stiles almost cries and it's been a tradition ever since, he always beats the kids to the tree 1/?

Stiles is always last downstairs because he has to follow after Derek and a pack of kids swarming to get to the living room but that’s ok, he takes the chance to make hot chocolate, when their oldest turns into a teenager they bark one year about “Dad you are in your forties and this is ridiculous”, Stiles is freaking CRUSHED because HE TAUGHT HIS CHILDREN BETTER THAN THAT and expects Derek to give the hurt puppy face but no, Derek just brushes it off and has the rest of the family to back 2/?

him up that excuse you Christmas spirit has no age limit, it literally doesn’t matter how old Derek gets, as long as there’s a child in the house (even if that child is an adult themselves) he will run downstairs on Christmas morning screaming, still excited as ever, not really for *Christmas* so much as the realization that this is one more year he’s kept his family, one more year he’s spent being HAPPY and oh God he’s just so thankful for that and so excited to have ANOTHER YEAR OF IT! 3/?

This isn’t the only Christmas tradition he’s unintentionally created either, there are tons of them, but his favorite is Stiles putting a baby gate around the tree just because it’s so weirdly THEM (it started because once their oldest was big enough to talk and understand Christmas a concept they would beg Derek for early presents and Derek, being the overly excited parent that he is, always caved, Stiles had to literally lock him out of the tree to prevent it and it stuck) 4/?

Additionally, Stiles becomes The Dad every year because Derek turns into nothing but a child the moment December 1st hits, he eats cookie dough, he checks the Christmas countdown clock more than their children do, he always is torn between wanting to stay up late on Christmas Eve to have a special celebration with his husband or go to bed early so he can wake up even sooner, it’s the best month of the year for Stiles because Derek just gets so happy and everytime he introduces something new 5/?

something new to the kids he just somehow gets HAPPIER, the only thing he refuses to take part in is telling the truth about Santa Claus, that’s firmly Stiles’ parental duty, it’s a deal they come up with when their first child is a toddler, Stiles tells them the truth about Santa (when they ask) and Derek tells them about puberty (eventually) But just… Derek being so unabashedly excited for Christmas ok? Derek LOVING Christmas and turning into a child about the entire holiday 6/6

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Yes yes yes yes yes to all of this!

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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