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etsyfindoftheday | valentine’s day treats | 2.6.17

valentine macaron gift box by lapetitedelicat

treat yo self … or your valentine … with one of my sweet and tasty @etsy finds today! these macaron boxes are specially-decorated for valentine’s day and come with a romantic flavor variety inside: red velvet, strawberry buttercream, chocolate raspberry, salted caramel, vanilla buttercream, and dark chocolate. NOM.

almondmylkbitch-deactivated2017  asked:

Simon dragging Baz into a Lush store, and even though Baz is grumpy about it, he's the one who ends up spending over £100

I’VE BEEN SAVING THIS PROMPT FOR A SPECIAL DAY. HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, Y’ALL.


“Just fuck me up,” Simon whispered under his breath, eyeballing the Sunnyside bath bomb.

Baz just stared at the metal bucket, overflowing with bath bombs covered in gold edible glitter. He tried to gently guide Simon away from the display, but Simon’s feet might as well have been made out of lead. “No, Snow. I draw the line at glitter.”

Simon just glared up at him, jaw set and right hand already defiantly grabbing a Sunnyside and dropping it into their basket.

“I don’t want to fight you today, love,” Simon said, wiping his hand on Baz’s jumper, “but you did promise to let me go to Lush today.”

Baz flicked the side of Simon’s head and shoved the basket at him. They’d been in here less than five minutes and he was already drowning in all these smells.

The sales lady had been far too chipper when they’d entered, there were too many bright colors, and the gigantic blocks of soap with knives stuck in them were making Baz really uncomfortable.

Simon, on the other hand, was living. He loved all the cute little bath melts, and the Valentine’s Day display they had, with cherub-shaped soap bars hanging from the rafters, was ridiculously cute.

He took a picture to send to Agatha since Penny definitely wouldn’t appreciate the aesthetic properly. 

Simon,” Baz snapped, suddenly leaning over Simon’s shoulder and almost making Simon send the display flying. “Quit doing a photoshoot and get what you need. I agreed on 30 minutes.”

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I should have known, Simon thought.

Somewhere along the way, Baz had remembered he loved to pamper himself. Like, really loved to pamper himself.

They’d been in there over two hours before Baz was ready to leave. Now, as they ambled their way back to the flat, there was a clear distinction between Simon’s stuff and his boyfriend’s.

Simon looked down at the reasonably-sized bag of goodies in his mittened hand. He got a couple bath bombs, a shower jelly in a nice cherry scent, and the Ocean Salt scrub because it reminded him of the beach he and Baz went to all the time in the summer.

Then, he glanced a look at Baz’s pile, stacked up toward the gloomy sky. Even with his vampiric strength, he looked wobbly under the weight of bath bubblers, lotions, fizzies, scrubs, eyeliners, shampoos, and boxes of every soap the store carried.

“You know, Simon,” Baz said conversationally, his voice muffled underneath a loofa, “I do think you bought too much.”

Simon snorted, winding an arm around Baz’s waist to guide him from falling off the curb. There’d be nothing for it if all his precious goodies ended up tumbling out all over the busy London streets.

Giggling into the pink scarf he had wrapped tight around the lower half of his face, Simon replied, “I think we’re getting a bit confused on who bought what. But I still love you.”

Baz, beginning to teeter up the steps to the front door of their flat building, paused. Simon heard him hum. “I love you, too. But,” he quipped, “I’d love you even more if you opened the fucking door for me.”

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Serial Killer AU (End 2)

And here is the other ending. Pick your fave.

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5| End 1|


“Don’t keep him too much, it may affect him negatively.” the nurse instructed while guiding her to the right door.

Marinette nodded, her gripping maybe a little too strongly onto the macarons box she was holding. Once the nurse left, she opened the door. The room was simple. Cream orange walls, a twin bed with white sheets and one pillow she recognized as the one she made. Cat shaped. A small table covered with papers and books. And a blond man standing by the window, the sun of the afternoon making his hair shine like gold. His green eyes shifted as he heard someone entered the room.

“Hello, Adrien.” Marinette said with a smile, closing the door behind her. She giggled as Adrien rushed to her side, pulling her into a tight hug.

“Minou, you are squishing the macarons I brought you.” Marinette scolded, but still hugged him back.

“I don’t care. I missed you.” he said, finally letting her go.

“It had been a week.” she said guiding him towards the bed so they both could sit.

“Still, I missed you.” Adrien sighed, before giving her that dazzling smile and looking at her with that one look that made her fall in love with him in the first place, back in a rainy day when they were fifteen. The conversation went as always, a small chat, some information from the outside world. And then they moved onto one certain topic she knew Adrien was interested in.

“The department is finally up and running. With all the backlash in the media and the trials at ECHR, it was decided a department to check the strings some people may pull to escape and so on. And you are looking at the new boss.”

Adrien smiled proudly at her. If there was anyone who would take care no low scum like the one he’d been hunting would escape punishment, it was Marinette. “I’m very happy to hear this.”

Marinette gave him a pointed look, before running a hand through his hair. “Something is bothering you still.”

Adrien sighed. “Marinette, I love you with all my heart and I know what you are capable of. But there will be always some that may escape you. Not only here, but all over the world. You can’t get them all. That’s why that… group I was part of was founded. To finish off people like that, who don’t deserve to be called people.” Marinette took his hands in hers, squeezing them tightly. “You… you don’t think I’m mad, do you?”

Marinette snorted. “Of course not, silly cat. But better two years in here than a lifetime in prison. I know what you did was right, but I also knew it took a toll on you. You needed this help, minou.” she explained while stroking his cheek. Adrien took her hand and kissed her palm, holding it against his cheek.

“You don’t have to wait for me.” he stated what he hoped was obvious. “I’m serious, if you… ”

Marinette only rolled her eyes. “If I find someone I should go for it, yes, yes. Don’t worry about that. And let me make one thing clear. You were my best friend before you became the love of my life. I’d still wait for you, no matter what.”

Adrien melted. Dieu, this woman was heaven sent. he did nothing to deserve her. Seeing the look in his eyes, Marinette pulled him gently into a slow kiss hoping to make up for the lost time as much as she could with this simple gesture.

“I think I have to go.” Marinette declared after they finished the kiss. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.” Adrien nuzzled her cheek one more time, before letting go of her. “ I hope you’ll enjoy the macarons. Oh, and by the way, Mecha Strike Seven is out. I’ll keep it for when you will be out as well.” Marinette winked at him before getting up.

Adrien smiled once he heard that. That was a very Marinette gesture. As she approached the door, she turned back to him, sending him a flying kiss. “See you next week, mon chaton.”

Adrien nodded, grabbing the flying kiss in his fist, then putting it against his heart.

“Goodbye, my love.”

À Triomphe - BTS AU

AU:  Art Thief!Bangtan

Description: You are a curator at one of the many museums in Paris, and have finally earned the bosses trust.  But after a strange meeting with a new coworker and his friends, you begin receiving messages from an unknown party.

Part:  Five / Four / Three / Two / One

Warnings: Violence, Swearing.

Originally posted by kook-min


Text Message from Unknown Number

I can’t stop what will happen next
but Don’t let Jeon see you


Jin stopped in front of the back entrance of Maillol, quick to avoid the transport trucks parked in front which carried in the latest paintings bought from various markets around the world.  He stood, feet together, staring at the moon as it shone over the cityscape of Paris, leaving a glow against his skin that left you breathless.

“Ah, this was fun, (y/n).”  Jin took a moment from admiring the moon to glance at you, smiling as soon as he did.  He took a step forward, his nimble fingers grazing the nape of your neck.  “I hope you’d want to see me again,” he hummed.  

A loving smile inched it’s way onto your cheeks, leaving a red tint as you chuckled to yourself.  “I’d love to, Jin.”

Jin stood taller, happy with the news of a guaranteed second date.  “Well, then, princess, I think you should get back to your castle.” You laughed, covering your gummy smile as he himself began to snicker.  “Why are you so shy?”  He quizzed.

A small sigh escaped your lips as your hand fell back to your wallet and the small box of macarons, half of which had been eaten on the way back. “I’ve never had that good of luck with guys, honestly.”

“Am I the exception?”

“For sure.”

Jin grinned, gently removing the box of macarons from your grip and rattling them.  He placed the small parcel under his arm as he moved his hands to sit gently on the nape of your neck, bending over slightly to leave a kiss on your forehead. Jin brushed out your hair before removing his touch from you, bowing slightly and waving goodbye as he turned the corner.

You backed against the brick wall that was the tail end of the Maillol, clutching your chest as you sighed.  “God, what are you doing to me?”

You quickly gained your composure, removing your hand from your now ruffled shirt to the inner pocket of your jacket.  Nothing.  Your heart stopped momentarily.

You had left your keys in there, hadn’t you?  Hadn’t I? you thought.  Your hands began to roam every inch of your body, furiously patting as you began to grow more frustrated by the minute. You could’ve easily ignored it and walk home, had that very set of keys contained the only key to your apartment.

Click.  It hit you.  You must have left them at the café.  Duh, you muttered, I didn’t lose them, you thought.  Although they were important, they weren’t important enough to trek another hour back to the café at night.

Your hand instinctively gripped the back of your head, lightly tugging on your hair, as it was a nervous tick you gained while working in retail some years ago.  It never seemed to leave you.

A lightbulb went off, smiling as you had remembered the carrier truck parked out front. In a matter of minutes, you found yourself doubling back onto the main street and to the front doors of Maillol, stopping to grasp the edge of the carrier truck to catch your breath. A man of rugged texture, with a clean shaven beard, stood in front of the door, his back to you.  He began to fidget with the locks, before turning promptly.  You quickly rose back to your full posture, shouting as you waved your hands for his attention.  “Ah, sir, please stop!”

He stood, staring suspiciously as you approached him abruptly.  “Sir, I work here and I’ve misplaced my keys, could you please let me in?” He stood, still, almost timid to walk away from you.  Had it not been for your uniform, you were sure he wouldn’t have tolerated your beratement.  But he quickly turned, letting out a small groan as he began to fidget with the lock once more.

You smiled, jumping in your socks as you thanked him repeatedly.  He opened the door for you, nodding with a small grin as he watched you enter before turning, and leaving.

You stood in the front room of the Maillol; a scene completely different to that of a serene environment.  A small sound made what seemed like a million echoes on the marble flooring of the complex, only made worse by the narrow and shallow halls leading to many of the exhibits.  You sighed, placing your wallet on the reception desk as you quickly took off your jacket and setting it down, as well.  You flipped the light switch on.

Your kitten heels clicked as you paced across the floor to the nearest employee office, which had been locked.  A groan escaped your lips.  The next best place for you to sit in peace would be the director’s office.

Slowly opening the director’s door, you inched yourself across the room to the desk, sitting as you let yourself rest before reaching for your phone to call a cab.  You pulled the string hanging from the bosses decorative light, which only brought in a little light to the room.

After you had made the call, you began to play with the different apps on your phone, finding anything to entertain you for the period of time it would take for the cab to get to the outskirts of Paris.

As you had just begun watching oddball videos on youtube, your phone glitched.  The screen turned black.  

Of fucking course, you thought to yourself.  Could this get any worse?

You looked up from your now useless gadget to stare at the door, out of sheer instinct;  the lights had turned off, as could be seen from the crack leading to the outside of the office. You turned on the lights, hadn’t you?

You pushed yourself up from the desk slowly, walking towards the door as you gently began to turn the knob.  Your heart stopped.

“God damn it, Jimin, help me!”

Jimin?  Your mind raced to hours before.  The small man, his hair as orange as the sunset and a smile that could charm millions.  There’s no way, you stood baffled.

The footsteps got closer, as did two new voices.  “Yah, you jackass, it’s not that heavy.  I’ve carried tons of heavier things.”  

The disembodied voice boasted on the number of things he had stolen, the number of weight he can list, how heavy a human body was after the loss of consciousness.

“Shut the fuck up, Guk. If you’re such a strong man, help me.”

You removed your hand from the knob, quickly holding your breath in as you tried to calm yourself down.  It can’t fucking be, you groaned.

Four years.  Four years I’ve worked here, and not a damn robbery had happened.

But it seemed the night you were most vulnerable was the night most eligible for this act to be carried out.

The voices and footsteps echoed as they got farther away, farther and farther; soon out of earshot.

You quickly, and quietly, opened the door, staring out into the pitch blackness to see flashlights glowing in the distance.  You rushed yourself across the floor into the other direction; an amateur mistake you regretted as soon as you had made it.

“Who the fuck is there?”

“Don’t fucking stand there, go get them!”

You yelped as you looked over your shoulder, seeing a bulky man jogging as he came down his end of the hall. You doubled across the Picasso exhibit and into a small hallway leading to and from the Degas room.  You stood at the corner of the Degas room entrance and the dead end hallway.  This was the only room in the entire museum that didn’t lead to another room, and thus was also one of the most reclusive exhibits.  The position you chose was cloaked in darkness; you hoped for the best.

“Come here, I won’t hurt you.”

The lights in the hall seemed to strobe over you but never landed in a precise enough position to give you away.

“I just want to help you out of here, you’re safe with me.”

The voice mocked you; how sweet and coddling it was.  His boots walked in an eery rhythm, keeping you on your toes with every inch.  You held your breath, pushing yourself flat against the wall as the footsteps engulfed you.

One. Two. Three. Four.

As the boots clicked closer to your corner, your sanctuary, your hideaway, you grew more anxious.

What did he want? For fuck’s sake, what did he want? And why aren’t I getting any fucking service?

You fidgeted with the buttons on your phone; your hands shaking, the clock ticking as he gained on your position.

Clunk. Your phone teetered on the floor, the screening cracking on impact.

Shit, you thought, fucking shit, you muttered. His footsteps halted.

“There you are, baby,” the gravelly voice cooed.

You panicked, letting out a curdling scream before a harsh impact sent you falling.  Your vision went black.


You could hear everything.

“Oh smart, Jeongguk, the poor girl might have a concussion.”

“Did you want was a witness?  Because, hehe, last time I checked, you fucking hate witnesses.”

“I’m not the one who clobbered a girl with the blunt end of a flashlight.”

Your head nodded back and forth as you began to rock in the cold, metal chair.  You felt your wrists grow itchy as you gained feeling in your extremities.  

“You asshole, why’d you do this?”

“Oh, you go on one date with the girl, because it’s your fucking job, and suddenly she means the world to you?  Grow some balls Jin, this is how we work.”

“We don’t work to give girls comas, we work to get money.”

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, only to be greeted with blurred vision.  You couldn’t recall much of what happened, only the immense pain pulsing from the back of your head.  “Get out the way, idiots.”

You felt a strong grip grasp your chin, as your vision slowly came to a focus.  A man with familiar caramel colored skin was staring you in the eyes, pushing his tongue against his cheeks as he examined you.  It was Theo. “Her pupils are reactive, she’ll be fine.”

Another boy, a little shorter than him with dark brown hair let out a small growl.  “I still think we need to take her to a doctor or something.” Another, in a black v-neck and boots, barked back, “I’ll die before I let her rat us out.”

A laugh echoed from the corner of the room before coming into sight.  “Settle down, Jeongguk… you go on a couple heists and got a taste for blood again, I see?”

The boy named Jeongguk visibly winced at the saying, memories seeming to flood his thoughts as he let out a small groan.  “All I’m saying is we can’t trust her, Namjoon.”

Your eyes rolled involuntarily as your head fell limp.  The restraints on your wrist seemed to grow tighter.

“She doesn’t look fine, Tae.”  

Jeongguk came close, his feet carrying the weight of a thousand different personalities it seemed, lifting your chin back up to see you losing consciousness once more.  

“My poor baby,” you heard him mutter.


Degas: A famous French artist

Picasso: A famous Spanish artist

Study Dates (3/4)

Summary:  Finals week is approaching at Midtown High School and with her grades beginning to slip, the reader spends her time at the library with Peter Parker.

Word Count: 1,041

AN: i hope you guys enjoy :)) btw, i loOooove tom in this sweater im

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Originally posted by stallingdemons

Finals week was finally here. It came out of nowhere and caught Y/N completely off guard. Even after her study sessions with Peter after school, she’d come home and take a nap before looking over her notes for the rest of the night. However, the one day that she decided to take a break, she almost overslept and arrived at school a couple minutes before the first bell rang.

“You’re in, man! You’ve got all this action with Y/N and now you’ve got a date with her! Get in there, son!” Ned punches Peter’s arm after he spilled the beans over what happened over the last week.

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annoyingpigofficial  asked:

Do a story about when they revealed their identities

Thanks for the request! Since you didn’t mention a ship, I’ll actually go ahead and write a reveal @agrestenoir suggested!


Probably the worst part of being a hero on top of being a student, model, and overachiever was that sometimes things fell through the cracks. Like the fact that he’d somehow managed to double book himself for an evening.

He was sure Nino would understand. After all, he’d seen Adrien’s packed schedule firsthand, but that didn’t change the dread pooling in Adrien’s stomach while he stared down at his screen, thumb hovering over the call icon under Nino’s smiling face.

As much as he loved being Chat Noir, sometimes he hated the responsibility that came with it. Especially when it meant letting his boyfriend down. And after struggling so much to find a free night, he knew this was letting Nino down.

Adrien squeezed his eyes shut and took a breath before dialing. As he waited, held the phone to his ear and rehearsed what he needed to say.

“Hey!” Nino answered almost immediately.

Adrien smiled, hoping it would make his voice sound less stiff. “Hey, I um… have some bad news.”

“You have to cancel tonight?”

Adrien nodded. “I’m so sorry. I thought I was free, but-”

“It’s okay!” Nino laughed, and Adrien could swear he almost sounded relieved. “Really, we’ll find another time.”

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Miniature box of macarons by The ancient polymer clay factory

À Triomphe - BTS AU

AU: Art Theif!Bangtan

Description:  You are a curator at one of the many museums in Paris, and have finally earned the bosses trust.  But after a strange meeting with a new coworker and his friends, you begin receiving messages from an unknown party.

Part:  Two / One / Three / Four / Five

Warnings:  Swearing, Slightly Suggestive.

Originally posted by melanielovesgaysempai

A sudden ping from your pocket broke your train of thought.  You hastily removed your phone from your coat and stared at the notification.

Text Message from Unknown number

You pondered the text, looking quizically as you read it

“hide the keys”

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This is the first thing I’ve ever written and now you all get to suffer. What the heck is an ending????? @luciferhimshelf here you go bud


She was late again. He could see her running towards the classroom door from the window and prepared for the inevitable crash once she would reach it. There was a telltale thwump and the door burst open to reveal a panicked Marinette Dupain-Cheng. It was clear from her appearance that she had overslept yet again: her pigtails were uneven with bits sticking up on top of her head, her bangs had curled just slightly from the sweat on her forehead, her makeup was rushed, and he was pretty sure her shirt was on backwards. She was the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

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miraculous ladybug/voltron crossover (part 1)

Lance can’t believe this.

He’s a superhero? With a super cool, handsome partner? And he’s being interviewed by his classmate? Wow. He asks his new partner to pinch his cheek and confirm that this is not an amazingly realistic dream, and his new partner, called “Ladybug,” doesn’t hesitate to comply. Me-ouch.

“So, can you… please tell me your identity?” Pidge, a scrawny little genius in Lance’s class, interrogates Lance oh-so-subtly.

Lance smirks at Pidge’s phone, and responds smoothly, “Ask and you shall receive. I’m more than happy, faithful citizens, to let the cat out of the bag. My superhero alter-ego is Chat Noir, but you can call me-“

Ladybug is seemingly panicking, jabbing Lance’s padded shoulder sharply. Me-ouch again.

“-anytime!” Lance finishes with a finger gun and a wink towards the camera before whining dramatically about his wounded shoulder. Ladybug and Pidge both face-palm.

“Sorry, but I have to get this idiot-“ Ladybug points at Lance, who only shrugs, “-back home so he won’t hurt himself. Bye.” Lance waves toward Pidge’s phone while Ladybug carries him over his shoulder.

When he arrives back in his room, Lance openly admits that he’s in love.

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