#cookies
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afternoon tea alone in the backyard with freshly baked chocolate chip cookies from my auntie*
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glitter | dickinette
Word Count: +1.3k
summary: marinette has a big bottle of glitter.
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Marinette stuck her tongue out as she opened the bottle of bright, brightgold glitter.
The bottle was humongous, with a largeamount of glitter filling it up to the tip.
With her experience as a designer (and Manon’s demands), Marinette knew justhow explosive and stickyglitter was.
As a teenager, when Marinette was still what she considered was a rookie designer, her clumsiness often resulted in glitter coating her room.
It was absolutely painfulto try and get it out once it was stuck.
To be honest, Marinette thought that they should put a hazard sign on glitter because it was just thatpainful.
Hence her caution now.
Making sure the bottle was absolutelystraight, Marinette twisted the bottle cap slowly with a towel around her hand, so the cap wouldn’t slip through her hands.
Although her clumsiness had receded in her recent years as the Ladybird of Gotham, it was still prone to come out at the most inopportunetimes and with a material like glitter, Marinette wasn’t risking it.
“You know,” A voice said from right behind her. “You don’t haveto open the bottle so slowly. It’s not going to explode, Mari.”
Marinette shrieked, the bottle tipping slightly.
A single flake of glitter fluttered down to the floor before Marinette managed to straighten the bottle again.
“Oh my gods, Dick!” She breathed, turning around and facing the grinning man in front of her. “Neverdo that again; especially not when I have glitter in my hands.”
Her boyfriend shot her that cheeky grin she loved and held his arms out for a hug.
Marinettecarefullyset the bottle on her desk and wrapped her arms around Dick, drowning in his scent.
Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, Dick asked her, “So which of your clients demanded glitter on their clothes?”
“Audrey Bourgeois.” Marinette mumbled against his chest. “Something about a new fashion line?”
Dick snorted. “I don’t think she understands how chaoticit’s going to end up.”
“Oh, Mr Grayson,” said a sharp voice from the doorway. “I know exactlyhow chaotic it willbe.”
Audrey Bourgeois strode into the spacious office as if she owned it. “Now, Marinette, would you like to show me what you have made up till now?”
It was an order phrased like a question.
Marinette reluctantly untangled herself from Dick and pulled out the dress she had made.
She was very proud of it, having spent hoursworking on her latest creation. The only thing left was the glitter - something she had put off until the end, just in case things got out of control.
Audrey scrutinised the dress with pursed lips as Marinette eyed the glitter bottle on her desk with something close to hostility.
The gold glitter sparkled from the light in the studio, creating a blinding ball of light on her desk.
“Stare any harder, Mari,” Dick mumbled from next to her, “And it’s going to burn.”
“Maybe it should,” she muttered back, still glaring fiercely at it. “I hateglitter.”
“Well,” Audrey interrupted their conversation. “The dress is acceptable, Marinette. Where do you plan on adding the glitter?”
As she gestured to the places where she was going to add the glitter, Marinette internally rolled her eyes at Audrey’s inability to dish out a properly framed, genuinecompliment.
After she was done explaining, Marinette stood by Dick who, thank the gods, was still there.
Probably because he knew how much Marinette disliked glitter and that paired with her rarely-found explosive temper was notgoing to end well.
Audrey hummed. “It isan adequate idea.”
She looked at Marinette and pointed at the dreadedglitter bottle. “Add the glitter and send me the dress. Then we can talk about payment.”
Marinette nodded politely and Audrey pulled out her phone, already yelling at her chauffeur.
Onceshestalked out, Marinette let out an exaggerated sigh. “At least she liked it.”
Dick shot her an amused smirk. “You thought she wasn’t going to?”
Marinette shrugged. “You never know with Audrey Bourgeois.”
She walked towards the glitter bottle and screwed it shut tightly. “There. Now the bottle isn’t going to just randomly explode.”
“You worry too much.” Dick said, holding her hand and pulling her to the door. “Let’s go out for lunch, yeah?”
Marinette shot him a dazzling grin. “Just give me a minute to cover the dress.”
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Downstairs, Tim shrieked as he ran from Jason, jumping over the railing.
He had just accidentallydropped some coffee on Jason’s favourite fluffy slippers and now said man was chasing him through the house.
“Timmy!” Jason was yelling. “I swear to godyou better come back here right now.”
Obviously, he wasn’t going to, but Tim applauded Jason’s futile efforts to coerce him into coming back.
Tim ran up the stairs, two at a time, and carefully set his coffee cup on the side table.
It wouldn’t do for it to break.
Once he did that, he took off, faster, now that he didn’t have his coffee cup in hand.
The familiar open doors of Marinette’s studio welcomed him and an idea began to bloom in Tim’s head.
Marinette said she was getting glitter today…
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Jason narrowed his eyes at the double doors of Marinette’s studio.
He was well-aware that Tim was inside and it was becauseTim was inside, that Jason walked in warily, eyes and ears alert.
That was until a flurry of glitter fell straight on his head.
Golden glitter coated Jason from head to toe and without even thinking about it, Jason sprinted out of the room like his life depended on it.
He knew justhow much Marinette hated glitter and finding out it was all over her studio?
Well that wasn’t going to end well.
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“Istilldon’t understand how you take your coffee with so much sugar and not get high,” Dick said, walking with Marinette on the streets of Gotham. “But maybe it’s because you like your coffee as dark and bitter as your soul.”
Marinette shoved him lightly. “Shut up, you dork.”
Dick shot her a cheesy grin. “But I’m yourdork, aren’t I?”
“Sometimes,” Marinette took a welcomed sip of her coffee, “I wonder why I love you.”
“It’s because of my dashing looks, love.” Dick said, donning a British accent.
Marinette laughed as he ran over to the door and held it open for her. “Ladies first.”
Blowing him a kiss, she walked in and Dick quickly followed, offering his arm to her.
They kept up the act for a few seconds before they broke down into fits of giggles.
Still laughing as they entered Marinette’s studio, they didn’t notice the glitter-covered surfaces until a bag of the cursed substance fell on them.
Gasping, the Marinette sputtered as her vision was covered with an influx of gold. “What the hell?”
Dick was stumbling around like a headless chicken, his hands waving around. “What’s happening? Has someone broken in?”
As funny as that was, Marinette decided to calm him down. “Nothing’s happened…except for someone dropping the glitter on us.”
Her gaze went to the bottle she had left on the table, and sure enough, it was empty.
“If you wish to know who was responsible for this,” Damian stood, leaning against the doorway with a smirk. “I can tell you…for a price.”
Marinette whirled around. “Absolutely. What’s the price?”
“Your next cookie batch.”
Dick gasped theatrically in the background. “No.”
Whirling to him now, Marinette glared at him. “No? The perpetrators need to be punished, Dick. I am the queen of all pranks and I will remainthe queen of pranks.”
Said man turned to Damian. “Ask for something else, Damian.”
“I shall not.” was the prompt answer. “I want the cookies and the cookies only.”
Marinette, whose back was to Damian, shot Dick a wink. “Alright, I agree to your terms. I will give you the next batch I make. Who did this?”
Damian shot her a narrow-eyed look but still answered. “Drake and Todd.”
“Done. The cookies will be for you.” Marinette gave him a smirk and turned to Dick. “Come on Grayson, let’s get revenge and then I’ll bake two batches; one for you and one for Damian.”
Dick grinned as he pressed his lips to his girlfriend’s. “Let’s.”
Trying out the new cookie cutters Virgil made for me on the 3D printer.
Some are a wee bit wonky, but I think I did ok with them and it’s not like they will stick around long anyway.
We all love to say we’d do anything for our children. Go any distance. Destroy any obstacle.
But I never thought I’d be… *gag* putting raisins in cookies.