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'And something shifts in Shadow Milk's gaze, a sort of vindictive delight drawing that confident smirk into a vicious grin. "Well now, Pure Vanilla Cookie," he says, the amusement and anticipation dripping from his voice palpable. Pure Vanilla can't quite hide the way he tries to recoil, but the vice-like grip upon his wrist remains terrifyingly unrelenting. "This certainly changes the script up a little, doesn't it?"
The question is too light, too cheerful, too casual for what this truly means. For right there on Shadow Milk's face, painted in damningly permanent blue hues, is the unmistakable mark of a four-point crown. Pure Vanilla's forearm burns where his own identical mark has been exposed for all the world to see, Shadow Milk peering at it with a sense of sickening awe that's impossible to miss. Because there it is, imprinted on his skin and written in the stars: undeniable proof that they've been destined to meet since the start.
Shadow Milk Cookie is his soulmate. And Pure Vanilla has never been more afraid.'
(Vanilla Milkshake fans, when I tell you I am COOKING-)
#i have no more exams until next month#so i should have time to get some of these finished#shadowvanilla my beloveds#they're so fun to write#here's hoping there'll be more than 1 other fic about this ship on ao3 by the end of the month <3#shadow milk cookie#pure vanilla cookie#cookie run kingdom#shadowvanilla#pureshadow#vanilla milkshake#shure manilla#wip#fanfic wip#writing snippet#crk fanfic#pure vanilla crk#shadow milk crk#beast yeast#crk#soulmates#soulmarks#i've been meaning to write a soulmate au for a longgggg time now#could ramble on about how well it works for these two forever#pure vanilla x shadow milk
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Human remains as props — the Billy Boils of old horror movies
In this week's Halloween themed 9-1-1 episode, Buck rented a mummy replica from a Hollywood prop shop which turned out to be a real human body. This set off a series of misfortunate events for the firefighter, that might or might not be the result of a curse. Once again, the writers have surpassed themselves in terms of over-the-top silliness that has become the trademark of our beloved weewoo show. There's no way someone can accidentally get their hands on a real corpse... right?
Oh, you'll be surprised. You too may have seen a real cadaver or two on the silver screen.
The Economics of prop dead bodies
Using real human remains as movie props was such a common practice back in the days that prop masters working on the 1979 Vietnam war epic Apocalypse Now were totally unfazed when body broker (later revealed to be a grave robber) brought several dead bodies to the set. The plan to use those bodies as props for maximum authenticity was only scrapped after a producer ruled against it.
Source: The Independent
Interestingly, films that ended up actually featuring real bodies were the low-budget, fake looking ones. In the age before 3D printing, creating a set of realistic human skeleton was a very labor intensive process. That combining with the cost of the material used, the price of a plastic replica was in fact more expensive than a real skeleton.
A special effect make-up artist who worked on the 1982 Spielberg classic Poltergeist explained the film's decision to use actual human remains on a podcast:
Source: Snopes
Eerily, two young actresses who worked on the Poltergeist trilogy passed away unexpectedly shortly afterwards, leading to the urban legend of a curse on set.
The story of Elmer J. McCurdy
In late 1976, the production crew of the TV show The Six Million Dollar Man was filming scenes at the Pike, a then amusement zone in Long Beach, California. While shooting a scene at a thrill ride, a member of the prop department spotted a wax mannequin covered in fluorescent paint dangling from a noose. Worrying it would get in the way of the camera, they gave the dummy's arm a tug in an attempt to remove it, but instead of the whole thing coming off, only the arm broke off, exposing a human bone and muscle tissues.
A penny from 1924 and ticket stubs to the "Museum of Crime" were found in the body's mouth. Investigators contacted the museum owner's son, who identified the body as Elmer McCurdy, an outlaw killed in 1911 in the middle of a shootout with police following a botched train robbery in Oklahoma.
Unlike the fictional McCurdy in 8x05, the real McCurdy was a simple petty criminal looking for some extra cash to support his alcohol habit. Utilizing the skills he learned from the army, his robbery method of choice was explosives, but he was very terrible at it.
Source: KCRW
His body was subsequently taken to a funeral home, where he laid unclaimed for the rest of his stay. The undertaker embalmed the body, shaved his face, dressed him in a suit, but refused bury him until someone come forward to claim it and pay for the service. As time went by, the owner of the funeral home decided to dress the body as a gunslinging cowboy and allow visitors to see "the Bandit Who Wouldn't Give Up" for the price of a nickel, in order to fund his burial.
5 years later, two men claiming to be McCurdy's long lost brothers came forward to take custody of the body for a proper burial. End of the story, right? Well, of course they were travelling carnival owners lying to acquire the body for their shows. In 1922, the body was sold to yet another travelling exhibit called "Museum of Crime", which featured wax figures of other famous outlaws in history.
For the next 3 decades, McCurdy's body travelled all around the country as an attraction. He even had a brief film career. He was once used to promote the 1933 film Narcotic!, then he had a small cameo in the 1967 B-movie She Freak. In 1968, the Museum of Crime owner's son decided to sell his father's exhibits to the Hollywood Wax Museum. There, McCurdy's body started getting mixed up with other wax figure, and his origin story long forgotten.
Following over half a century of voyage, McCurdy eventually became fully mummified. The wax museum believed that the body was too gruesome and unlifelike to be showcased anymore, so he was finally sold to The Pike, an amusement zone in Long Beach, where he began his new life as a thrill ride decoration dummy.
After the shocking revelation by TV crew in 1976, McCurdy was transported back to Oklahoma, where he took his last breath 66 years ago, and finally laid to rest after a graveside service attended by 300 people. (Under 2 feet of concrete, to prevent grave robbing)
Source: Atlas Obscura
#Yes the meta posts are back#They're so fun to write#I love doing research on surprisingly interesting topics#911 spoilers#911 abc#911 meta#evan buckley#bucktommy
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Nibblenephim's and Roman's relationship is definitely one that I was surprised I'd love writing so much.
There is something really fun between a constantly hungry Edricht God who doesn't think much beyond food and who's over energetic and cheery and this blasé rich old man of a cultist. Roman is basically the "cult leader" cliché and it clashes so much with Nibbly's personality. It's hilarious and they're now my favorite LiB & prophet duo right after Paul and Pokotho.
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i genuinely think hobo/wanderer aus are so cool. i will eat TF out of an au that's literally just anthropomorphic springtrap in like dirty gray-green clothing just slumming around a city setting, but it's also CRAZY for domestic fluff. like imagine he's taking the subway (jumped the booth like a real american) and he's sitting next to a mother and their kid. the mother is talking to someone but the kid keep staring at this weirdly furry guy, so he decides to lower his scarf and reveal that he's secretly a rabbit and the kid smiles and laughs. maybe even something even more high-note like how (to my knowledge) gregory from sb is homeless right? get that child under the care of a equally homeless rabbit living inside of a shantytown homeless camp. like ofc it's just small little things, but the things that really matter to aus like that are so ripe with ideas and concepts and they're GREAT!
#im dead serious btw#they're so fun to write#it would be insane#springtrap#fnaf#fnaf fandom#fnaf springtrap#fic drabble#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fic#husband material#springtrap fic#springtrap and deliah
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I'm actually enjoying this fic so much
#13000 words written!#there's a lot going on and I'm a bit stressed about making it all work but I just love these characters so much#they're so fun to write#parallel world#kat writes fanfic
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fun fact: this did not start out as isat fanart
(rambling in tags)
#I was actually doing some personal writing and when I read it over a few days later I could only hear it in loops voice#speaking of which#i totally recommend watching ShortOneGaming's playthrough of the game#their voices for the characters match so well in my mind i can't separate them XD#also i have no clue why but this took FOREVER#I had the thumbnailing and paneling done so quickly but my motivation to finish it just left me midway through the third page T-T#Even though this is one of the shorter comics I've made (AND NO COLOUR) it somehow took my like twice as long -3-#loop is so fun to draw!#well actually fun to colour would be more accurate lol#also did you know that a keyknife was an actual thing??#I wanted to check if their was an a visual asset of it in the game only to find out they're just everyday objects you can own???#maybe im just seriously out of the loop lol#and i know the buttons are wrong but i was already mostly finished inking by the time i realized so lets just say its a stylistic choice#isat fanart#isat spoilers#sasasaap spoilers#two hats spoilers#cw body horror#??? i think#comic#artists on tumblr#fanart#digital illustration#digital art#isat#isat siffrin#isat loop#in stars and time spoilers#my art#my comic
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i love learning cursive just to write text for exactly one character
#fun umbral lore. i can barely read cursive#if you want to hide anything from me then write it in cursive and i will literally never be able to read it#or write it. i had to google cursive text generator and copy it for this#ill settle on textbox designs also eventually#god its been so long since i've drawn the manor gang i think#saw this post and i immediately thought “cyn”#it has nothing to do with her being my number 1 blorbo. bite me#murder drones#art#murder drones n#murder drones v#murder drones j#murder drones cyn#serial designation n#serial designation j#serial designation v#they're so gay also they blushed immediately after this and made out probably im still torn between like 5 different ships#curse you fanfics for putting these ideas in my head
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continued from here for beta editor ╲ ( @ofmarigclds )
fingertips drummed against her jeans as they walked down the street almost side by side. no tune or thought to it, just a release of the invisible tremor running down her spine. it was almost absurd how on edge her nerves seemed for something so likely to be simple, even safe, by comparison to the majority of her recent work. a silent, almost shuddering, draw of air did a wonder to settle the twist within, but it still lay there.
her smile mirrored his own as she glanced slightly back at the taller man. ❝ i know. ❞ while she hadn’t worked with him as much as others, his credits spoke for themself. with every cross street they passed, more people filled the sidewalks. katherine fell back a step to be right by his side, practically balancing on the curb in order to fit. ❝ great idea. but if we do end up getting separated and can’t get ahold of the other, do you want to establish a meeting spot? ❞
#ofmarigclds#ofmarigclds » mason#· arc » four ╲ the acrid smoke tears at your throat‚ demanding compliance#they're so fun to write
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a mischievous grin spreads across his features, his steely blue hues twinkling as he glances back at her. he's having a good time. enjoying this conversation more than he probably should. “flirting? perhaps. perhaps i am merely stating facts,” he replies with a teasing lilt, leaning a bit closer to her frame. " but at the same time, you cannot expect a man like me to simply ignore the captivating aura you exude, it would be a crime against my senses.” he revels in the blush that creeps up her cheeks, the way it softens her features and makes her even more beautiful. "actually i wouldn’t mind sharing more secrets, if you’re willing to trade,” he adds, his voice dropping to a playful, conspiratorial whisper, the corners of his mouth lifting in an inviting smirk.
" scandalous ? of course not. you'd have to get to know better if you'd like me to spill those details. " smiles, half wondering why he hasn't made an excuse to leave yet. assumes he is only trying to be nice to her. because who would actually like to be seen at a party with a woman wearing something she got on discount ? glances at him, brows furrowing with intrigue. supposes it doesn't quite matter if he's here with her because he pities her. georgie is having fun talking with the famed tennis player, his charm and good looks are just a bonus. " wow, " she murmurs, shaking her head. " i don't know what to say, mister delacour. you're too kind. " it's the second time tonight that he's managed to earn a genuine blush from her. what is going on ? " if i didn't know better, i would assume you are flirting with me right now. "
#— ♡ ❛ valentin delacour. (interactions)#valentin x georgie#painfools#sdfkjg right ?#they're so fun to write
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jongerry? you agree ¿
Hard not to.
#they're kindred spirits#im sure there's more that makes them so but you get the point#their dynamic was so easily fun somehow despite how plot heavy their interaction was#its fascinating from a writing perspective me thinks#but are different enough for them to not be mirrors lol#i do view them more platonically/queerplatonically but i can hypothetically see a romantic dynamic also lol#they're so fun.. despite the circumstances...#the magnus archives#tma#tma spoilers#the magnus archives spoilers#jonathan sims#jon sims#gerard keay#gerry keay#gerry delano#jongerry#tma fanart#the magnus archives fanart#fanart#niinnyu was asked#asks#niinnyu arts
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Zelda goes mushroom girl
#tloz#a link to the past#zelda#link#my art#I was happy with that first one but for some reason decided it still needed a companion piece so I spent way too long on that second one...#I don't think there was any time during the progress where I was happy with it but hfduhdfu at least I got to Attempt drawing moss hell yea#I also at some point sat in Pyu's art stream and said I enjoy drawing legs As I was being murdered by the infamously impossibe (imo) squat.#it's ok I had fun !! but I need to learn how to let doodles be doodles or I'll never finish stuff at this rate dfsuhfd#if everything in my tloz tag looks like it was drawn by different people uuuh 2023 was art crisis year ngl......#I'm falling back into my old ways rn though#anyway I think about these two a lot I think they're both stone faced and awkward ppl in different ways but they try rly hard to be friends#like I like to think it starts out so incredibly awkward and a bit sad bc they keep stepping over each other's toes accidentally the harder#they try but idk they find comfy middle ground idk in my brain they have a very interesting friendship I wanna get around to drawing it#in a proper way that might make sense....#if I don't write 200 tags I will die maybe it's bc I grew up on dA or smth#and yes I know how to find 1 (one) type of mushroom /I/ am not mushroom girl unfortunately smh
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Chuuya's reaction to Dazai getting hurt during the Lovecraft fight has always been so interesting to me...

Because it's the kind of worry you'd never expect from a character as gruff as Chuuya, who had displayed nothing but hostility towards Dazai so far. Usually, characters that are labelled as "angry" or "anger issues" (which Chuuya is much more complex than that but you get my point) act more as a tsundere type of way when the one they "don't care about" gets hurt. And show their care in very, very subtle ways (ex. their eyes widen, their mouth parts and closes again, etc) before putting up their front once more.
Chuuya, however, is open, and vocal about it. His worry is clear not only to us, but to Dazai himself, the one he shouldn't be displaying the concern to (as per the cliche). Shouldn't it be some sort of secret that Chuuya does care? Isn't that what skk's dynamic has been shaping up to be until now?
I'm telling you- the way my mind blanked when Chuuya just casually.... showed concern not once, but twice, was a sight to see.


Besides, the context makes it much more confusing, because Dazai isn't some rookie, and Chuuya knows that more than anybody. He was the youngest executive in Port Mafia's history, of course he can handle a hit or two. Of course he'd seen him handle a hit or two, sometimes without batting an eye.
Heck, Chuuya himself was hurling Dazai like a ragdoll in their reunion, which was their last meeting. And you could argue that he was going easy on him, but Dazai has mostly withstood the same damage (as far as I could see), and Chuuya was as bitter as ever.
So that kind of contradicts both what we knew of Chuuya so far, and how their dynamic was shaped to be. I mean, that just makes Chuuya a hypocrite, yeah? What makes him care now, all of a sudden? What makes him care at all?
Well, to me, this backasswards reaction implies one (or more) of the following:
- Dazai rarely got physically hurt during their partnership and thus this is an unexpected thing for him to see (during a mission).
- The four years of separation made Chuuya unsure of how much Dazai can withstand physically now. Also the fact that he isn't in the mafia anymore, aka fighting enemy organizations on the weekly, would naturally make Dazai lose his touch in a way, what prompts Chuuya's reaction.
- Dazai getting taken off guard took him off guard which led to panic. Especially since the situation was (momentarily) out of their depth. Seriously wtf even was Lovecraft?
- During the dungeon scene Dazai was an enemy, while in the Lovecraft fight he was as an ally. The difference might be significant to Chuuya.
- This has always been Chuuya's reaction to Dazai getting hurt regardless of the situation.
- "Only I can hurt him like that" ahh logic
- Asagiri was still experimenting with their dynamic and thus there are some inconsistencies.
This scenario didn't play out again (after their reunion) for me to exactly determine which one is more plausible, but it is 100% canon for Chuuya to shamelessly show his concern and run to Dazai to check on him before properly dealing with their opponent, which I find to be such an appealing layer to their dynamic, and a good spin on the type of character he gets stereotyped as.
Bonus: Dazai also becomes a softy when Chuuya's hurt, especially post corruption. Dead Apple alone displays that multiple times.



All in all, Skk are doing a terrible job at maintaining their 'hostile' and 'antagonistic' relationship post their reunion. Freaks.
#I was too lazy to scour throgh SB and 15 and find Chuuya getting worried again which might prove the last points#tho I think they're the most unlikely#I love them displaying these sort of things openly#for Chuuya it's just natural to be concerned#it's natural to say 'because I trusted you'#and while Dazai isn't as expressive with his care#he never cowers away from calling Chuuya 'partner' after 4 years#or express that how he saved him was 'beautiful'#these things come so easily for them you wonder why they're even labelled as rivals at all#you *can't* give a clear label on their relationship#friends? they hate each other. Rivals? they care about each other. Partners? they haven't been for 4 years.#each one you put on gets contradicted at one point#and that's the beauty and fun of it#thanks for coming to my TED talk#bsd#bungou stray dogs#chuuya nakahara#dazai osamu#bsd chuuya#bsd dazai#skk#soukoku#bsd analysis#bsd headcanon#bsd headcanons#skk analysis#bsd meta#J's post#J's writing ✍🏽
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before he met theo, tatum was a wild horse. untamed and restless, unable to be kept in one place for long, but the power that captivated boardrooms of investors had sunk its teeth into him, and now he couldn't picture his life without theo. tatum could hardly do anything these days without thinking of the older man— and honestly? it was maddening. if he wasn't with theo, he was thinking about what theo might be doing, or sending him a flirty text just to regret it moments later. tatum didn't know if this was what love was meant to feel like, but— if so— it could fuck right off! theo was supposed to be his, not some bloodsucking viper with nothing to offer. "but i didn't call you old! you called yourself old, and i simply said i thought it was sexy... in conclusion, you're being dramatic," tatum replied, reaching out to caress the man's cheek. he stroked theo's lip with the pad of his thumb, eyelids brimmed with tears that threatened to spill over any minute. "that's fine— great, even! i've been trying to figure out who took my virginity for years!" he replied, arms thrown in the air. "i can promise you, theo burton, that i was perfectly aware of the mess i was getting myself into— i'm not here under the assumption that this was going to be neat and easy, i'm here for you. there's no other reason, theo." tatum took theo's hands into his own, drawing circles across his knuckles with a calming, sympathetic gaze. theo was in an impossible situation, and tatum hated to think that he was adding fuel to the fire. if anything, tatum wanted to help; to give theo a break from his daunting life and all the pressure that came along with it... but he couldn't settle for being just that. "i say this with every bit of respect i have for you, theo, but... have you forgotten who the fuck you are? you aren't some prick with a basic day job, babe! you're theo fucking burton," tatum said. "if you don't want to deal with the hard shit— then fuck it! you pay people to deal with that, right? you didn't get to be where you are because you were straight and married, theo. you got there by being smarter than everyone else, and that's still you— no matter who's on your arm. y'have to realize this, babe." he pressed their foreheads together, a soft kiss left to theo's lips. all he ever wanted was to show his older lover what it was like to be loved— and truly loved, not the superficial bullshit he'd grown accustomed to. tatum didn't care about his bank account, or what rooms he could get into being theo burton's arm candy. all he wanted was theo, without all of the bells and whistles— and certainly without the wife. "if you could just let that go, that would be wonderful! i told you— i wasn't even supposed to work that night, i was doing a favor for a friend," tatum grumbled, arms folded over his chest. "not sure how i feel about my cuteness being an afterthought, but... the rest of that was very sweet. i love you too, which is why i'm being such a psycho. i mean, seriously, i never thought i had this in me— i'm typically the guy beating boys off me with a stick, not groveling at the hot rich guy's feet."
"the people downstairs don't know shit, except for the fact that their upstairs neighbor is a whiny little slut," tatum teased, his lips curled into a smirk. he worked his arms around theo's waist, grabby hands cupping his pert ass as he lifted him into the air. "not when you're the one who left your own party to suck me off, or... have you forgotten that you begged to guzzle my piss in the elevator?" he hummed, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. he wrapped the older man's legs around his waist, spinning him around with a playful chuckle. "my bad, princess— you're right. i, tatum whitlock, am completely, erratically yours, forever and always," tatum said softly, nuzzling their noses together. "and i promise that there won't be a single day that goes by that you aren't reminded of just how much i love you, theo burton." their circumstances might not have been ideal, and they might not have made much sense to the average onlooker— but tatum didn't care. he brought their lips together for a passionate kiss, cheeks heating up as his hard cock popped through the slit in the front of his boxers. "yeah, baby? you love when your daddy gets all desperate for his girl's feet?" he hummed. "tell me, princess— what's your favorite? when i kiss 'em like they're the love of my life, or when i fuck 'em like a soft little pussy?" tatum tucked his face into the crook of theo's neck, gently nipping at his skin. he groaned into theo's ear, hips rolling forward as his heavy cock bobbed in the air. "is that what you're gonna do for me tonight, hm? get all slutty for daddy's big, sweaty feet? be a nasty, braindead bimbo for 'em?" the younger male asked with a teasing grin. his lips parted, filled with disbelief as theo directly disobeyed his orders. theo had always been a bratty little slut, but it'd never come out in such a way before— but the sight was intoxicating, and tatum was following along with theo's little idea without any hesitation. "my bad, princess... y'see, i thought i was in theo burton's office. guess i walked through the wrong door, hm?" he chuckled softly, falling into theo's chair. he reached down, cupping the face of the man he loved— the man who ran a multi-million dollar company, but fell to his knees to worship a boy half his age. "tell you what, princess... we're gonna sit these right here," tatum said, slipping his shoes off and placing them atop the desk. "and when i've decided that you've earned it, i'll let you slid that pretty little cock into one of them and bust your load." there was a smirk on his lips, a devious twinkle in his hazel eyes, as he crossed his large, socked feet at the ankle. "go ahead, baby... get your mouth on those feet, and make sure your king knows how much you love them," he said with a grin, wiggling his toes teasingly. "and y'better not even think about phoning it in, or else there'll be hell to pay, sweetheart."
theo and tatum, thread #002. continued from discord!
when theo burton had first laid eyes on the unsuspecting cater waiter, he had no clue that one day tatum whitlock would have a lock on his heart. every waking moment, tatum was at the forefront of his mind. he might have had the weight of the world resting upon his broad shoulders, but tatum was his one escape. the lanky male could have him unwinding in seconds, the world outside his penthouse apartment long forgotten about. it made his heart ache to think that he'd ever think that theo was just stringing him along. sometimes, theo felt like a clown in a circus, juggling everything thrown at him: a loveless marriage, a torrid affair with his now assistant, a multi-billion dollar company on the line, and everything else in between. theo could rake in millions of dollars in profit for everyone at burton industries rather easily, but when it came to his heart, theo was floundering around in the dark. it seemed that tatum was falling victim to that, and he was trying his hardest to find his footing . . . but that was always easier said than done. "i am not! ask anyone if they like being told they're old . . . you'll get a resounding no — and you can never get a resounding anything these days," theo said with a pout . . . god, tatum even hading him pouting like a petulant toddler! he clearly was a changed man. "i just . . . i wanted to protect you. these fuckers are ruthless. i'm talking, like, finding who took your virginity and plastering it on the front cover of the enquirer kind of stuff." theo put it bluntly. "anything i've ever had to hide, they've figured out already or i beat 'em to the punch . . . that's not to say a divorce wouldn't come with an exorbitant amount of bullshit, but . . ." he explained with a shrug. the older man sighed, shaking his head. there was nothing he wanted more than to be free of his soon-to-be ex-wife . . . except to hold tatum's hand in public, to kiss him without worrying who saw. tatum was right; he was past due the time for some kind of commitment from theo. "i know what it looks like, tatum . . . loving you is easy. everything else is what's hard. i know that you have no sense of security here, that i have to show you that i'm serious, but how many of those people can say that their lover doesn't wear their wedding band? that their lover doesn't spend even a second with their spouse? tatum, baby . . . i love you, and i want to spend the rest of forever with you a-and nobody else," theo said, his voice cracking towards the end of his speech. he wasn't one for bold declarations usually, but tatum had changed him. he wanted to shout his love for the younger male from the rooftops — and they'd get there sooner rather than later. "we're special because we're us, okay? we didn't exactly have your average meet-cute or whatever the kids are calling it these days," theo assured him. he took step forward, his hand resting on tatum's shoulder. "baby, look at me. i'll call the lawyers right here, right now just to show you i'm not bullshitting you." his hands rested on tatum's cheek, thumb stroking gingerly along the soft skin. "nothing about us is silly . . . except maybe the fact that you hit on the man of the hour without knowing he was the man of the hour . . . but i'd let you do it time and time again. best night of my life. you got my junior prom beat by far." a bright beam stretched across his lips, his cheeks flushed a soft shade on pink. "what reason do i have to believe that you're worth all this? hm . . . maybe because i love you more than i've ever loved another person or that all the stuff i thought was bullshit in the movies like butterflies and sweaty palms and all that . . . you taught me it was real. not to mention, you're as cute as button!"
there was a tension lingering in the air, and theo wanted desperately to wipe it from existence. he had no other choice but to push himself forward, towards their future. tatum deserved it, theo deserved it, it all just made perfect sense. theo had been stubborn and stuck in his ways, afraid of changing, terrified of making things more difficult for the one he loved. when he realized tatum was hurting from his own inability to make a move to cement their future, theo realized he had no other choice. losing tatum wasn't an option. most guys his age didn't get a true second chance at love — certainly not with someone who hadn't approached him for his pocketbook. tatum was the real deal, and theo knew it wholeheartedly. "exactly! but y'know, i think the people downstairs are well aware of that fact," theo answered, chuckling as a smirk snuck across his lips. "i can't, huh? i can't be so smug that i walk up to you and ask if you wanna suck me off at your own party?" he teased, scrunching up his nose up playfully at the handsome boy. it wasn't every day love fell right into your lap; theo knew he had to seize the day while he still could. "think you were missing a forever and always in there too, but i'll let it slide," theo remarked playfully. he rocked back on his heels like a teenager in love before planting a sloppy, heated kiss to those irresistible lips. they were a rambunctious couple, and he should've known that a heated argument would only lead to a night of the raunchiest sex ever. "love it when you're all needy for 'em . . . think i could get you to do anything i wanted if i waved 'em right in front of your face," theo giggled. he licked his lips hungrily, just about ready to pounce on the younger male. his patience was growing thin, but he could be a good boy . . . sometimes! it wasn't his fault he liked being a brat all the same. he was used to getting what he wanted after all. "i can do that with your feet too. bet you'd like that, probably be just speaking gibberish but i'd look pretty hot, wouldn't i?" he tempted the taller man, a devilish glint sparkling in his blue eyes. a few strokes of tatum's cock and a few steps later, theo was watching his precious boyfriend make himself right at home atop his desk. theo inched forward, bent over the desk with his chin resting in his hand. "hm . . . no. sorry, daddy," theo decided. "a little bimbo slut like me doesn't deserve t'sit in that chair. you're going to sit in it, and you're gonna order me around. don't be silly," he mewled. theo pulled his handsome lover off the desk and pushed him into the chair ever so gently — but impatiently as fuck. he popped a few buttons on his shirt before climbing under the desk, looking up at tatum through thick lashes. "y'look like a king . . . y'know that? maybe that's what you are, daddy, my king," he lauded. "now, can i please have your feet? i wanna make out with 'em! and sniff your shoes too . . . and if i'd been better tonight, i might've even asked to fuck 'em, but i've been naughty, haven't i? gotta learn my place . . . gotta earn it — and i'll do anything for my king."
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Nikto likes to think his subtlety is practiced and flawless. The clean slice of a glinting blade, the perfect aligned shot. The annoyed sneer hidden under his mask as it starts to rain again during another field mission.
But with you, it's like all his practiced masks and tricks never existed in the first place.
if you walk on over to him whilst he's on the couch, he always parts his legs so that you can settle down on his thigh :( he expects it, and he gets in a right mood if you're not close enough.
Say, to play with him, you completely ignore his gesture to settle on his knee to go sit as far away as possible. This man fixes you the most stern and pinpointed look ever. Now he's not one to outright grab you- he's not that barbarish. Instead he tries to inch closer- pining over you quietly until you come closer to him. First it starts with a palm cupping over your ankle- petting and rubbing there as he listens to you talk. Next thing you know, your leg is inching closer into his lap, and he's massaging his hand up and down the soft plush curve of your shin in soft repetitive motions. Then, when he thinks he's sly, he curls his arm around your waist and hoists you onto his knee to sit. He cuddles you close, huffing and grumbling happily as you squeeze him back and scratch a little at his buzz cut and the tense nape of his neck. Buries his nose into your neck to smell you, holding you close possessively.
His subtlety is a sledgehammer.
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Sanji in his little "Kiss the Cook" apron.
Is it romantic? Starting as a joke with kisses on the cheek and temple until the two of you end up full on making out?
Or is it platonic? With the straw hats giving him little kisses in passing, starting with Luffy and spreading through the crew until even Zoro relents? Because what's better than kissing the homies goodnight?
You tell me snail, what's the move?
-♡♡ lots of love
"porque no los dos?"
Kiss the Cook
Masterlist here
Word Count: 1,700+
Synopsis: Sanji was gifted an apron from Nami after returning back from town. Every member of the crew aside from Zoro and you have followed the embroidered instructions written on his chest, and he wasn't happy about the lack of kisses from you. You finally relent and give him what he wants.
Themes: platonic kisses, fluff, implied f!reader - but can be read as gn!reader, sanji has feelings for you, you have unspoken feelings for sanji, idiots in love, Sanji has lost that 'line-cook rizz'.
Notes: This has been in my ask box for less than a day. I don't know what it is about you, anon. As soon as I see those two little hearts I'm just overtaken by something. I blame the "kisses". @chikariart on twitter.
Tag list: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @indydonuts @feral-artistry @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @writingmysanity
“Could these onions misbehave any more?” the chef grumbled under his breath, gritting his teeth and clamping hard down on his cigarette, “C’mon, now. What have I gotta do to get your layers off? Talk dirty to you?” He used the steel edge of his knife to attempt to pry the brown outer layer away from its fleshy underside with shaking hands.
Sanji’s nerves were ignited, his whole composure on edge and waiting for the next intrusion in his kitchen and potential distraction from his work.
When Nami brought the frilly pink apron his way, he was initially ecstatic at the notion he was thought of enough to be given a little gift. But as the red embroidery with white stitched hearts expressed consent for his body to be given sweet kisses at all times, he was truly alert. With an assault of affection from all who approached him each time he adorned the fabric in its wake, he was finding it difficult to focus on each mundane kitchen task.
In this case, peeling onions was the bane of his existence. As the flickered peel almost withdrew from the circular bulb, it split and only chipped off a small amount of the outer layer.
Sanji loved kisses, adored kisses: all the cheek, forehead and shoulder kisses he'd received from the crew. Cheeky Nami kisses, soft Robin kisses, and nibbled toothy kisses from Chopper were his favorites.
He was less enthusiastic about hulking, wet kisses from Franky, nor the hungry cheek kisses from Luffy which was used to depict the state of his appetite. Usopp was the middle ground, his kisses were a tease on his shoulder with a rough clap and a gaggle of laughter immediately thereafter.
Brook’s kisses were actually quite funny to the blonde cook. As the skeleton man had no lips to kiss with, he resigned himself to the notion of simply walking past him, and taunting him with a melodic hum of the words: “kiss,” “kisses,” or an emphatic “mwah,” as he did so.
Of the members of the remaining crew, he was happy that the stinky moss-head kept his lips to himself. There was no way he would allow him the closer proximity to his body without starting a sparring match. He was, however, not so happy that you were yet to place your lips sweetly on the apple of his cheek.
Sanji adored you, wanted to treat you with the utmost respect and dote on you alongside the other members of the crew. You were special to him, and he rationalized that his small crush was why he was craving a scrap of your attention so much. As he continued cursing at the onions, he heard a soft tap on the doorway to the kitchen.
“Need help, cook?” Sanji looked up, noticing you leaning on the side of the door. He smiled softly at you, biting back his smile and gulping his insecurity.
“Oh, beautiful angel,” he managed to turn away from the counter and look out the window as he resumed his battle with the onions, “I'm all good here, don't you worry yourself. Go relax with the others.” You clicked your tongue and stepped closer to the bench and stood a few feet away from the blonde cook.
Noticing his posture, you knit your brows in puzzlement. He was twitching while he was going about his peeling, finally managing to coax the shell away from the exterior and sigh in relief. His cheeks were tinted a soft shade of pastel pink, his nose the most darkened by the blushy hue.
Looking down, the frilly pink apron with ‘Kiss the Cook,’ held the final piece of information as to his nervous composure. You smiled softly at him, looking to where his hands skillfully minced the onions and threw them into a scorching pot with molten butter and aromatic herbs.
He rinsed his hands in the sink, lathering them with soapy froth and soaking the suds with glassy water. The scent from the pot of sweetened onions with rosemary, sage and thyme had your mouth salivating in anticipation of what was to come.
“What's cooking, good looking?” you smiled at him softly, gesturing with your chin to the pot on the stove. He froze up, his ears tinting darker with the shade of pink.
“J-Just a mirepoix,” he stuttered out, prompting you to shake your head and offer him a soft laugh in response. Taking the extinguished cigarette out of his lips, he placed the butt in the bin beneath the sink.
Noticing the tension in his body, you reach up and place a hand on his shoulder to urge him to turn to face you. He meets his gray orbs with yours, a sheepish look on his face as you gaze up into his eyes.
“You've been off the line for too long, Sanji,” you scrunch your nose up playfully at him, “Lost that flirtatious kitchen charisma and banter, blushing like a bride at the most simple of compliments. What's going on with you?” You graze your fingers along his jaw, leaving a rising layer of goose flesh in its wake.
“I-It’s-...” Sanji gulped his nerves back, hanging his head with a soft laugh and subtle shake in response, “...It's this stupid apron.” You look down at the apron with a smirk.
“What about the ‘stupid apron’, Sanji?” you ask with a raised brow before gazing back into his eyes, “Not your color?” He continued smiling and shaking his head at you before looking up through his eyelashes into your questioning and puzzled eyes.
“To be honest with you,” he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to halt his words from sounding too eager, “I actually love it. Even though it started as a joke, it has actually made a big difference the way I’ve been feeling lately.” He shrugged, turning his eyes back to the ground and snickering, “Stupid, right?”
Cupping his face, you elevate his head and hum at him in deep contemplation.
“Not stupid,” you shrug at him, darting your eyes between his and flickering your gaze down to his lips, “Not stupid at all.” His breath hitched in his throat, eyes beginning to fill with hope as you drew your face ever closer to his.
Closing his eyes, he parted his lips and anticipated feeling yours brush with them. His heart beat in his throat, his ears hearing that drum of hope ringing with his elevated pulse. As he drew his face closer still, the balloon of anticipation was instantly deflated as he felt your lips brush with the apple of his cheek and linger for less than a single second.
As you withdrew from his cheek, Sanji was left feeling like a complete idiot. He stared vacantly, directly ahead with unblinking eyes and his ego completely deflated. His heart fizzled out like a flame being snuffed by a wet blanket.
Looking at his vacant expression and the soft blush on his cheeks, you couldn’t help yourself. A single, timid kiss was not enough of an indulgence to grant to the blonde cook, in your opinion. You leaned forward once more, pressing a soft kiss on his angular jaw before pressing another on his neck above his pulse and beneath his ear lobe.
Sanji’s breath hitched, his hands opening and closing in clenched fists and shaking extensions. Gasping, he leant his head to the side and whimpered at the soft touches you were pressing into his skin. His pulse quickened, his breath hitched, and his eyes clenched tightly shut as he argued with himself where to place his hands on you.
Trailing your lips down to his collarbone, you pressed a sweet and gentle kiss against the bone before clamping your teeth down onto the flesh. Sanji mewled in pleasure at the attention, throwing his head back and drawing up his forearm to his face to catch the damp blood from exiting his nose. His head was dizzy, his lips parting and whining as he felt your tongue swirl around the soft bite to his collar.
Pulling away from him, you sucked your lips into your mouth and bit-back your smile at his reaction. He slowly drew his eyes down to meet yours, the irises eclipsed by blown pupils and his desire. Giggling at him, you tilted your head to the side and clasped your hands behind your back and rocked on your feet.
Sanji surged his body forward, claiming your cheeks beneath his hands and carding his fingers through your hair the moment his lips descended onto yours. You squeaked in response, immediately placing your hands on Sanji’s hips as he pinned you against the sink with his hips. His kisses were needy, desperate and full of desire.
As he rotated his chin to deepen the oscillation, you reached up to his shoulder and tapped it twice while gasping in his mouth. He tugged himself away, looking down at you in shock with wide eyes and panting breath.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he began to hastily relay his apologies, “I didn’t mean to do that, truly. The other kisses I get from the crew are usually a little more hasty and less indulgent. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, honest-.”
“-Sanji,” you laugh at him, looking up through half-hooded lashes and brushing your nose with his, “Your mirepoix is going to burn.”
Immediately, Sanji broke himself away from you and stomped over to the large pot. He grumbled as he stirred the aromatics with a wooden spoon, growling under his breath, “This stupid apron has been nothing but a complete distraction.” You giggled at him as he aggressively began stirring at the pot to salvage the caramelizing vegetables.
“That’s it,” he tore the apron away from his chest and cast it to the side, “No more kisses in the kitchen. I refuse to have good food spoil because I’ve been getting distracted by soft kisses… sweet kisses…” he trailed off, fishing around in his pocket for a cigarette after he rotated the vegetables within the butter.
Shaking your head, you go and retrieve the apron from where he cast it aside and hung it over the kitchen table. Eyeing him over mischievously, you walk over to him and hold his hips firmly from behind and place one more soft kiss between his shoulder blades.
“Come find me when you want to put on that stupid apron again, hm?” you utter, releasing his hips and making your way over to the kitchen doorway and out of the room with haste.
Sanji shook his head with a warm smile and a dark blush. Looking to where you had just left, he sighed deeply and began to focus solely on the meal preparation with no more cause for distraction.
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hi ── lee seokmin


🤍 pairing, lee seokmin x reader
🤍 warnings, non-idol au, very short, fluff, established relationship, skinship, kisses, seokmin calls reader lovie, reader uses seokmin's nicknames, mentions of food (specifically tiramisu cake) (jeonghan please come back), soft seokmin hours
🤍 summary, all you wanted was a simple "hi" from your boyfriend, and you got more than what you could have hoped for.
🤍 author's note, can't think of any big great storyline so i'm just gonna settle for this tiny little fic 🤍 i love seokmin so so much and these pictures just made me even more soft for him so here we are! (and yes i miss jeonghan very badly can you tell)
🤍 now playing, loving machine (tv girl)
🤍 word count, 466 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net
"hi."
"hi, lovie." seokmin's smile is warm as he opens his arms out to you, and you graciously let him wrap his arms around you, rocking you softly in his grip as he kisses the top of your head.
"is everything okay?" seokmin pulls away just slightly, still with you in his arms as he looks down at you with a worried expression. you nod your head, smiling up at him as you run your fingers along his forearms.
"yeah, everything's okay. i just wanted to say 'hi'.' you smile, and seokmin giggles at your silly grin, peppering kisses all over your face as you laugh aloud.
"what are you up to?" you ask, peering behind seokmin's back to look at the countertop: ingredients stand ready to be used, and a piece of paper detailing some sort of recipe stands beside the ingredients. seokmin did say he wanted to try baking today, but you didn't know he would actually get around to it.
"i'm gonna try and make tiramisu cake." seokmin says proudly, looking down at you as your eyes widen.
"like the song?" you question with a teasing smile, watching as seokmin's face breaks into a big smile, laughter bubbling past seokmin's lips. he nods, sighing as he presses another soft kiss to your cheek.
"yeah, like the song, lovie," seokmin sighs, and you sigh in time with him, letting your head fall against seokmin's chest as the two of you sway to a silent song.
the kitchen itself sets a wonderful mood; the lights are off, sunlight streaming throughout the whole room as the windows stand open and alert. birds chirp outside, their voices a joyous mix as the wind twirls through the rustling leaves of the trees outside.
if you tried hard enough, you could get lost in this moment forever: seokmin holds on to your body tight, swaying in time with you as he lets you take the lead. his grip is strong and reassuring as he follows your movements.
when you look at seokmin, your heart swells with pride for him: seokmin stands tall, dark eyes warm with adoration as his smile beams at you, warming your whole body with its depth and strength. his hair is a soft auburn, tossed just slightly by the outside air as he lets his slender fingers cradle your quickly warming cheeks.
"i love you. so much." seokmin leans in, now just centimeters away from your soft lips as you whisper those same words back, letting your eyes flutter shut as seokmin finally connects with you for the first time in what feels like forever, lips molding to yours with memorized precision as he chuckles under you.
what both shocked and comforted you, though, was that this wonderful interaction all started with a simple 'hi'.
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