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ciy0 · 8 months

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Summary - Like many idols Mingyu dreaded fancalls, well that was until you were on the other side.

Word Count - 2.7k

Content Warnings - 18+ Slight Sexual Language [2 be safe], Fluff, Shy/Cute! Y/n, Love At First Sight?, Sneaky! Mingyu, The Sparks Are Flying, Mingyu thinks Y/n is Adorable, Slight Innapropriate Dynamic with Fan & Idol, NDA Mentioned, Short Hair!Mingyu Appreciation, Hoshi Cameo, Mingyu gets Bricked Up lol, Shameless Flirting

a/n - this is the least dark thing i’ve written so far and it still got a lil something something but it’s very cute and short hair mingyu is indeed my favorite

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Mingyu believed he had the coolest job in the world. Honestly, being able to make music with his twelve best friends and travel the world was something out of a storybook. And his mother ingrained in him from a young age to always be grateful for the wonderful opportunities presented to him throughout his life. But with all the positives that came with being a successful and attractive idol there were many negatives that he tried his best to take in stride. Stalkers, calls from saesangs all throughout the night, rude staff, endless schedules, extreme diets and that was just to name a few. But one took the cake out of all of them—fancalls.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved meeting carats more than anything in the world; accepting their sweet comments while trying to make their experience worth while in the short time allotted. Most were so kind, humorous and creative, it was always so fascinating getting to see how many different types of people Seventeen’s music reached even after all this time. But just like the duality of life there were fancalls that went so horribly it unfortunately made him dread doing them at all. Whether it went from brazen fans demanding him to strip, asking him uncomfortable questions, to hurling insults at him for not remembering them from a fan meet over 3 years ago. It really could be so draining, not knowing what type of person would be on the other side of the call but he had to do it—and with a smile.

“Bye~ love youuu,” He waved as he ended the facetime with a fan from Australia. It wasn’t one of the worst ones but the constant ‘Oppa Will you marry me please?’ question was starting to get on his nerves, the forced cute tone just making it worse. Expertly he kept swerving around the question but she was quite persistent. The timer for the call was his saving grace as he threw his head back in a deep groan no longer having to deal with the irritating fan. ‘Just one more’ he thought. One more then he could call it a night and go to sleep. He took a deep breathe just in time to prepare himself to greet the next fan.

“Hello-“ He tilted to look back down at the phone screen to check the name and—Oh? Well for starters what a pretty thing you were. “Hello…Y/n?” Voice raising at the end, checking his pronunciation.

You smiled brightly at him trying to hide the little squeak you made before nodding and greeting him back enthusiastically, “Oh my gosh, Mingyu hi!”

Many fans somehow found ways to constantly win the fancalls or fanmeets but he was confident that he’d never seen you at even a concert. With a face like that even with his bad memory he’d be sure to remember. Your face already enough to give him the boost of energy he so desperately needed.

He found himself reflecting your sweet smile at your excitement, “Is this your first fancall?”

You bit your lip softly before nodding, “Y-yeah, I’m sorry i’m just so overwhelmed right now. I’ve been a fan for so many years.” You expressed earnestly.

He couldn’t stop his tongue from lightly grazing against the bottom of his canines as he watched your plush lips. “Yeah?,” He gazed back up at your eyes, “ I’m honored, thank you for your continuous love and support…Who’s your favorite?” He asked cheekily.

You laughed in your hand at that, “You of course.” you lowered your hand as you felt a bit more comfortable to express yourself, remembering the short time for the calls despite all you wanted to say, “I had always been into kpop but Seventeen was always the most special group to me. Your music reminds me of youth and freedom and the love you all have for each other warms my heart. Watching you guys grow and flourish literally is my pick me up in life. I ended up falling for your charms seeing you take care of your members, i love your big heart! I was lucky enough to win this fancall so I just wanted to say this all from the bottom of my heart. Also your short hair is beautiful!” You ended passionately hoping you properly conveyed your emotions. You had been practicing this for over a week.

He couldn’t help the dazed smile that took over his features. Your words technically weren’t anything new. He had heard some variation in the hundreds of calls up to this point but something about yours was just different. The back of his neck slowly warming at the thought of little ole you watching over Seventeen (him) this whole time.

He thanked you sincerely again as he sneakily snuck his hand across the table to turn off the impending timer—he wanted more time with you. Hopefully you couldn’t see the little imaginary devil horns adorning his head at his little scheme.

“ Where do you live?” He asked pointedly. He watched your brows slightly raise at the sudden inquiry,” Your window—,” He pointed behind you,” It looks about the same time of day as it is for me… are you close by Korea?”

He knew at this point things were slowly heading down a road that was hardly appropriate to engage in with a sweet little fan like yourself but he felt the risk was worth. It wasn’t everyday he got to meet a girl as enthralling as you. I mean how could he not, those beautiful eyes taking him in like that, your sincere words and admiration—he may be an idol but he was still just a man at the end of the day. A weak man.

“O-oh” You looked back at your window before turning around, “Well right now, I’m actually in Korea—like as we speak. I’m here for work. I think it’s been about two weeks already…”

Korea you say? The next words slipped out before he could even catch himself, too busy examining your features. “Modeling?” As if it was a no-brainer.

You threw your head back in laughter at that but he didn’t get what was so funny. Seeing that he was expectantly waiting for an answer you wiped your stray tear and responded.

“No, no model over here but i’m working on a TV production set for a company is Seoul”

Oh? You’re in Seoul too. He’s in Seoul…and he doesn’t believe in coincidences. Don’t you think—things are aligning too perfectly?

“Such a stunning face like that behind the camera,” He whines playfully, “It’s a crime!”

His face lights up at your bashful giggle at his compliment, it made him feel on top of the world. Even though this was your fancall he just needed to know more, and flatter you more, hoping you wouldn’t catch on that the timer would’ve gone off minutes ago. Afraid that piece of information would scare you off.

“Your boyfriend back home must be missing you right now then, “ he continued shamelessly, eyes hanging low waiting for your reply.

Your eyes shifted feeling a little hot under his unwavering gaze, “It’s okay, I d-don’t have one anyways” You twiddled your thumbs.

“Yeah? You don’t need one anyways though, right? Cause I’m your favorite, “ He jokingly stated.

It took you a beat before you caught the teasing joke, not confirming nor denying. Mingyu often playfully teasing fans for looking at other men wasn’t anything new. But in those videos he’d be sporting his signature pout but right now he was completely fixated on you, mouth slightly ajar in wonder. You felt your chest get hot briefly feeling so small in the presence of a cunning wolf. You reflexively went to check the time on your phone—

“Right, Y/n?” Your breathe caught hearing your name come from his lips for the second time that day. You forgot your name was even displayed on the screen let alone expecting to hear it again, especially like that.

Mingyu wanted an answer, and he wanted you to stop checking the time on your damn phone. His eyes like a puppy’s reading “pay attention to me”.

“Of course Mingyu,” you conceded demurely, forgetting your train of thought. “You’re the golden standard honestly. There’s a inside joke amongst Carats that God made you as an apology for men haha and i can’t help but think there must be some truth to that” You said matter of factly knowing how much he loved when fans stroked his ego and just how true it was. The handsome smile you received from that was damn near blinding but as a fan it was a dream to make your idol happy and tell him the truths about himself that he deserved to hear. He was handsome, kind, talented and all of the above.

You were so cute—fuck. He had been privy to that little joke a couple months back, constantly being heralded for all his green flags he had as a potential boyfriend or husband but he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty at hearing them from you. Because he knew he was failing miserably at stopping the nasty thoughts of him doing naughty things to the beautiful Carat he had the pleasure of meeting at that moment.

“Earlier” He started softling shaking his head out of those images,” You said you liked my short hair— which one do you like most? If you had to choose, Long or short?” He didn’t want to come off sleazy with the constant flirting and possibly make you uncomfortable so he went back to earlier in the conversation to lighten the tension. Maybe it’d help with tightness currently in his sweatpants.

He expected you to struggle before ultimately landing on long hair like everyone else would answer but your quick and confident reply of “Short” caught him off guard.

He ran a hand through his cut locks subconsciously. You were the first to say that. He liked his short hair too but it seemed like most of fans didn’t and made sure to let him know. He knew they didn’t mean harm by it but your heartfelt validation made his ears redden against his tan skin.

“Really?” His eyebrows raised before grinning childishly, “You’re not just saying that?”

You mirrored his grin, “Your long hair fits you very well but short really is my favorite. Hmm,” You tapped your chin in thought, “ You look more pretty and soft with long hair but God you look so manly and sexy with it short like a firefighter. And with your big arms and-”

You glanced back down absentmindedly just to see his shocked expression before covering your face up in embarrassment. You did not mean to say all of that out loud, worried you might’ve made him uncomfortable with your involuntary tangent.

“And?” He leaned forward head in hands tilted teasingly, “Big arms and what Y/n?”

You peeked through your fingers, “Well you know, y-you take good care of yourself and it shows.” You promptly closed your fingers again.

He chuckled at your cute antics, heart squeezing painfully, wishing he was there to pry your hands from your pretty face and get all up in your bubble.

“So you like manly looking men huh?, “ He leans back naturally spreading his legs under the table—though you couldn’t see, “I’ll keep that in mind.” For some reason when you talked about his body like that it didn’t make him feel awkward or objectified like in the past with other fans. Quite the opposite, it excited him. Were you thinking dirty thoughts about him too? God he wanted to hear them.

A ring from your side of the call rung out causing you to curse lightly before looking at him again, previous shyness leaving. You ordered food almost 20 minutes ago?! You hadn’t realized the time flew so fast talking to Mingyu. But why didn’t the timer go off? Before you could question him the restless delivery driver banged on your door.

“Mingyu it was so nice finally meeting you,” You started to get up, your smooth thigh coming into focus causing him to bite his lip and discreetly shift his leg to hide his erection, “My foods at the door so I have to go-“

“No don’t goooo,” he pouted ,” I’ll wait right here so go and quickly bring it back yeah?” He gave you his best pleading eyes, he didn’t want the call to end, at least not yet.

You pulled down your lounging dress slightly before nodding and swiftly heading off the screen, a slight “coming!” heard in the background.

He tapped away on his phone patiently waiting for you to return until he heard a knock on his door. Turning back he saw Hoshi’s head pop out.

“Bro you’re still not done?” Hoshi glanced around the room, “Everyone’s heading home soon, you need to wrap it up before management notices”

Mingyu held his hands in a begging motion, “Hyung distract them for a bit, please i’ll be quick” he pleaded.

Hoshi raised an eyebrow in question but left with a huff of ‘you owe me’ before closing the door. With a ‘hehe’ Mingyu turned around just in time for you to settle back down with your takeout in hand.

“Ooo whatd you get Y/n?” He really liked the way your name sounded on his lips.

You looked up at the sound of your name again and smiled as you took out the containers, “I got some Tteokkbokki, dumplings, kimchi of course and look,” you held up your last dish, “ The place by my apartment makes a salmon katsudon and its-“ You moan dramatically just at the thought (causing him to flinch in his pants),” It’s to die for.”

“Wahh that looks so good…” he trailed off watching your cheeks chub as you were already digging into your food, he just wanted to reach over and pinch them. You barely even noticed as he watched you quietly cause you were in your own world, obviously underestimating how hungry you were. Once you realized you were quite literally stuffing your face in front of Mingyu you haphazardly swallowed what was left in your mouth ready to apologize but when you looked up he was just gazing at you fondly.

“Is there something on my face?” You wondered out loud, putting your container down.

“You just look so cute enjoying your food. I’ll have to try that place soon” He tugged on his ear nervously, “ Hey Y/n?”

You looked back at him with wide eyes,” Hmm?”

“I really have to go soon,” He began, eyes slightly saddening at that fact,” But Seventeen is having a fan meet in Seoul next week…. If i send you some tickets through your company would you come?” He would’ve liked to give them to you personally but that might be a little to forward for now.

Your mouth dropped at that, never thinking such an outcome would come from this fancall. Really all you wanted was to convey your appreciation to the group. You nodded dumbly before giving him your companies details upon his request still slightly lost that this was all happening.

He was elated you accepted making sure to store that information safely so he could send the tickets later. “I really hope to see you then Y/n-“ he heard footsteps getting close to his room signally him he really had to let go of you for now, “I’ve taken too much of your time, enjoy your food and-“

He hesitated ending the call as he always did. Normally an easy ‘love you~’ was his go-to but for some reason it felt so intimate relaying it to you. “Thank you for loving seventeen and… I love you~” He blew a kiss, his eyes never straying from yours despite the heat in his cheeks.

You gasped quietly at his ending words. You knew he always told his fans that but right then you didn’t feel like he was telling you that as just an idol to supporter.

“Love you too Mingyu, take care of yourself Okay?”

The steps were getting louder so he initiated his melancholic goodbye before you reciprocated with a breathless one of your own; ultimately ending the call.

Just in time he got up as a staff member entered the room. Acting none the wiser Mingyu moved passed them with a bow saying he was heading home before any questions could be asked. He really needed to take care of his problem downstairs anyways.

While in the car on the way home he sent a message to his manager and gave your workplaces information to send some tickets for you and your coworkers, not to draw any unnecessary attention to you specifically . His manager didn’t question the sudden gift exchange which he was thankful for, only asking if there was anything else needed. Mingyu typed out a ‘nope hyung thanks’ in return until he envisioned that gorgeous smile of yours but this time it was within arms reach.

‘Hyung, can you get an NDA ready by next week too?’

NDA - non disclosure agreement, can be used for various things but in this case many celebrities have the people they keep close to them or want to start a relationship with sign one to protect their privacy pls comment it inspires me (°▽°)

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whateveriwant · 9 months

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hi!! i really love your 141 headcannons, can i ask for the 141 with a exotic animal vet/zoologist s/o? tysm!!! 🤍

Soap

He thinks you are the coolest person to walk the planet

Seriously, with the way he looks at you sometimes, you swear it's like you're a superhero or something

Any chance he can get to brag about you to his friends, family, or even total strangers, he's taking it. And when he does start to talk, they better settle in for a while because he is not shutting up anytime soon

One of his favorite things about you is what he calls your “mental encyclopedia” of animals. It can be very helpful to refer to, especially when he's trying to describe exotic animals he's come across in the field

“What d’ye call those awkward, pine cone lookin’ lads?” he asks from the room over. You take a moment to think before shouting out your answer, a second later hearing the keys of his laptop clicking as he confirms for himself. “Pangolin! Yes! Tha’s the wee devil who stole my socks!”

Ghost

While he doesn't like to talk shop when it comes to his job, he could spend hours listening to you talk about yours

It's become a staple of your routine where every time you come home from work, he's there asking how your day went (and, get this, he's genuinely interested in your response)

Because he's usually pretty silent as he listens to you recount your day, sometimes you think he isn't even paying attention to you at all

But of course, just as soon as you begin to doubt him, he'll hit you with something that shows how attentive he's been all along

“How's Mona fairin’ by the way?” he asks one night in the middle of making dinner. Mona? The red panda who had a cough the other month? She's all well again, you tell him, surprised he remembered that. If he notices your shock, he doesn't say anything; he just gives a satisfied hum in response and continues cooking

Price

Because his job is so integral to who he is as a person, he loves having a partner who's also just as dedicated to their work as he is

He'll stop at nothing when it comes to supporting you and your dreams, a big one he knows is to travel the world one day. He plans to make that dream come true once he retires, but until then, he'll have to settle for bringing the world to you

Thus, every time he comes home from deployment, he's always bearing souvenirs – many of them featuring animals puns because he knows they're your favorite

It started as a joke at first when he saw a silly magnet he just couldn't pass up. But now it's become a proper tradition between you two, so every time he leaves, you're expecting to add another item to your collection once he returns

His favorite is a toss up between your ‘Toucan do it!’ inspirational poster and your matching ‘I'm with jackass’ / ‘I'm jackass’ donkey shirts

Gaz

He loves animals just as much as you do (if not more, honestly)

Literally on your first date together when you told him what you do for a living, he was about ready to drop down on one knee and pop the question right then and there

If it's a zoo or perhaps a sanctuary that you work at, you best believe you'll find him visiting you at every available opportunity he has

He sees you forgot your lunch at home? Oh no, he better bring it to you before you starve! He's running a few errands in the neighborhood? Hmm, might as well stop by and see his boo at work! (and, well, since he's already here, he might as well check out the new reptile exhibit you've been mentioning too)

Honestly, with just how frequently you're always bumping into him at work, you're convinced that most of the time he's not even there to see you

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felassan · 3 months

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Some thoughts on this article from Game Informer [source]. ^^

Teia and Viago as the 'face' of the Crows/the Crow 'agents', pretty please..? 🥺 👉👈 And I hope maybe Strife and Irelin can be the same but for the Veil Jumpers..? :D

Customizing qunari Rook's horn type and material reminds me of Taash's gem-horn design

Which faction do you think has the coolest casual threads? in my mind's eye [wild speculation] it's a toss up between Mourn Watch and Antivan Crows :D

What do sword and shield warriors 'hip-fire' with?

What is a "night blade" :D

Faction selection/backstory (while not playable) determining who Rook was before, how they met Varric, and why they travel with him reminds me of the different origins in DA:O and how each possible HoF crossed paths with and was recruited by Duncan in a different way.. 🥺

Factions and groups in the world working together to save it.. it felt like there were hints of this in Tevinter Nights. In that book, we saw different groups and factions from across Thedas working with the Inquisition, with varying degrees of cooperation, on being concerned about Solas. Yet other groups were also interested in keeping tabs on him. now we see the same kinda thing in DA:TV with different groups being involved in saving the world from the Evil Gods.

"'You help them, they help you now" but first they all have serious problems you need to solve' has echoes of how in DA:O, the HoF solved a problem for each major group (Dalish elves/werewolves, Circle Tower/templars, Orzammar etc) before they would obey the Grey Warden treaties and agree to help fight the darkspawn for the final battle

Do you think that some of the voices in the Thedas Calls teaser trailer were some of the 'faces' of the factions? For example, the Antivan Crow woman speaker as the face of the Crows, and the Nicholas Boulton-sounding Warden man speaker as the face of the Grey Wardens?

Each spec being tied to a faction explains the faction symbols being on the specializations, as here. From this, we can see that the faction each spec is tied to is as follows:

Mage: Death Caller - Mourn Watch Evoker - Shadow Dragons Spellblade - Antivan Crows Rogue: Duelist - Antivan Crows Veil Ranger - Veil Jumper Saboteur - Lords of Fortune Warrior: Champion - Grey Wardens Reaper - Mourn Watch Slayer - Lords of Fortune

The Mirror of Transformation returns. Do you think that means Rook will also be able to go to the Black Emporium, like Hawke in DAII and Inquisitor in DA:I? Will Xenon the Antiquarian also return? ^^ Maybe not though, since it's said the Mirror is in The Lighthouse

I'm not sure about "If you find yourself unhappy with your lineage or your class, you can change them using the Mirror of Transformation". It was previously reported that "You can change your character’s physical appearance at any time during the game, but not their class or backstory" [source] [prev post mentioning it]. I guess one article is incorrect, but am not sure which. or maybe this aspect of the game changed in development. ^^ UPDATE: please see here re: an update/clarification from Game Informer on this. it reads:

"Editor's Note: This article previously stated players can change their physical appearance, class, lineage, and identity using the Mirror of Transformation. That is incorrect as class, lineage, and identity are locked after you first select those. The article has been updated to reflect that, and Game Informer apologizes for any confusion this mistake may have caused."

What do you think is the problem[s] faced by each faction that we have to solve? :D We got some hints about this already. For example, for the Crows, something "is amiss" in Antiva and they're trying to uncover the source. The Qunari have also invaded Antiva. For the Wardens, they just recently discovered one of Ghil's underground monster labs and learned there are 11 more (Tevinter Nights), and ominous tremors of unknown cause have been creating disturbances in the Anderfels lately. The Lords of Fortune have lost dominion over the coasts of Rivain and dragons are laying waste to their ships. The Shadow Dragons probably have the Venatori, who are still around and up to mad shit, to contend with. Arlathan Forest is currently all timewarped, reality-fragmented, awash with darkspawn and corruption etc. For the Mourn Watch.. maybe the Veil rips and weakening has caused more premature possessions of corpses and demons possessing corpses and wreaking havoc in the Necropolis, or the Nevarran politics stuff? In TN Dorian also mentions learning from a Mortalitasi mage that there are things "past the Veil of our world, neither demon nor spirit". maybe they're having problems with those things?

[source]

#dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age the veilguard spoilers #dragon age: dreadwolf #dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #da4 #dragon age #bioware #dragon age: tevinter nights #solas #strife #video games #long post #longpost #feels

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lizablee · 5 months

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Dariax doesn't search for very long. He's been here before. He knows what abandonment is when he feels it.

The first few weeks go by the same way. He wakes up, eats, wanders. Plays for coin in the busiest place he can find. Uses the coin to get a room and spends the rest on drink.

His fingers become practised, and the lute becomes second nature. He plays the popular stuff, the stuff he remembers Dorian playing, until he becomes so proficient that it sounds the same. That hurts too much, so he starts playing new songs.

He remembers what Dorian said about writing songs and gives it a try. He is an open book, so the songs are about... everything. Stories of what he's been through. Ballads about his old friends. And some rare, sad songs about his heartbreak. Those are the hardest to sing, but they are worth it when the coin starts coming in. Turns out, people love songs about being lonely, being abandoned, being a little bit in love with someone who doesn't love you back.

The songs bring more coin, which brings more drink, which combines with his natural charm to bring more attention. Dariax suddenly has admirers. The first time he wakes up next to one, he indulges in a fantasy of getting to know them, travelling together, laughing by a fire with a good meal. Then he remembers Dorian. He leaves before they wake up.

The weeks turn into months. Dariax stops going through the motions and starts to try and find joy in things. He drinks a little less and spends more nights with lovers. He sings louder and plays harder. He catches himself grinning as he fires up his audience. One morning, he takes his coin and treats himself to a shopping spree, thinking about what the coolest person he knows would wear. He gets a sheer shirt.

He thinks he understands why Dorian left. He didn't want Dariax. There was something wrong with him that even his best friend couldn't look past. He would have died for Dorian. He'd still die for Dorian. But even that wasn't worth keeping him around for.

He keeps a bottle with him for the nights when he sleeps alone. He hurtles from place to place, never staying long enough to get comfortable. At one point, a troupe of musicians asks him to join - he doesn't allow himself to fantasise about it, hitting the road in the early hours before any of them wake up. He knows he'd fuck it up somehow and get left behind.

He waits to forget how it feels to be part of something. The ache of loss goes down to his bones. The hurt and betrayal twists within him. The smile he wears divorces itself from his heart. He watches the crowd for fiery hair, a bleeding crown, a feathered cowl, a sunset cloak. He dreams of Cyrus. He tries to understand what happened sometimes, but it's not good for the vocal cords to cry before a performance.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #dariax zaveon #dorian storm #doriax #fanfiction #cr fanfic #exu #exandria unlimited

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70sscifiart · 10 months

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The Last-Minute Sci-Fi Gift Guide

There's only one thing worse than procrastinating on getting gifts for your loved ones, and that's procrastinating on putting together a guide to help out everyone else with all those gifts. It's Dec 12, so you can decide for yourself which I'm doing.

Art book: Worlds Beyond Time, $32

If you follow this blog, you might have heard of this one. I published Worlds Beyond Time: Sci-Fi Art of the 1970s this year after five years of work on it, and I think it's really good! 400+ images, 100+ artists, with lots of fun art history and jokes.

Also, it's just $20 right now if you order through my publisher and use the code SKIPTHELINE! Cheapest it's ever been!

Card game: Coup, $14

In this "social deduction" card game, you play as a government official in a future dystopia who needs to backstab their way into power. Everyone starts out with just two cards in this bluffing game, so the tide can turn pretty quick when players start assassinating each other's cards. The fast pace makes it a good gift for someone who loves spies but thinks they don't like card games.

Game to play over Zoom: Bad Spaceships, $3

If a bluffing game stresses you out, try Bad Spaceships: It's a collaborative world-building game in which you roll dice to see what area of your spaceship connects to another, forcing you to spitball exactly why this is the case. As the game puts it, you might fix the hull by playing Tetris, or charge your weapons in the swimming pool. You're basically getting weird prompts to tell a story that can evolve over the course of the game.

It's such an indie game that it comes as PDFs you download from itch.io, but you can play it just as well over Zoom, if you're looking for an excuse to catch up with your old digital nomad college friend.

Movies/TV: Streaming service gift card

Gift cards are all well and good, but you can personalize them by recommending a few of your favorite shows as well. I suggest:

Hulu: Cowboy Bebop

Apple TV+: Severance

Criterion Channel: Ravenous, Paprika, Strange Days

Paramount+: Yellowjackets

Amazon Prime: The Devil's Hour

But to be honest, this entry is just an excuse to talk about the new Max show Scavenger’s Reign. Inspired by the work of French artist Moebius and with a clear debt to famed 70s animated film Fantastic Planet, this stylish sci-fi show features a bunch of humans trying to survive on a beautiful but hostile alien world. Perfect for lovers of fictional nature.

Vintage sci-fi

This Etsy shop has some good stuff, like the 1971 Frank Kelly Freas NASA poster above, a bit of history that I even mentioned on page 167 of my art book.

Penguin science fiction postcards, $28

These postcards have a ton of very cool sci-fi covers I've blogged in the past – great value if you want a lot of art for a low cost.

Meteorite pendant necklace, $34

I think we all know what kind of rock your loved ones need around their neck: A chunk of meteorite straight out of the 1576 Argentinan meteorite fall.

Book recs

For astronauts: Packing for Mars by Mary Roach, The New Guys: The Historic Class of Astronauts That Broke Barriers and Changed the Face of Space Travel by Meredith Bagby

For comedians: Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir, Even Greater Mistakes: Short Stories by Charlie Jane Anders

For sleuths: Six Wakes by Mur Lafferty, Drunk on All Your Strange New Words by Eddie Robson

For crafters: Knits of Tomorrow: Toys and Accessories for your Retro-Future Needs

For the resistance fighters: The Light Brigade by Kameron Hurley, An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon

For slasher movie fans: Clown in a Cornfield by Adam Cesare

Syd Mead "Biomorph Vehicle" button down shirt, $49

T-shirts aren't classy enough for the world's coolest visual futurist, Syd Mead. I haven't actually bought this incredibly odd shirt, but I really need to.

Art prints (and more) from 70s sci-fi artists

Artist shops can be surprisingly hard to track down on the internet, but here's a short list of ones I've come across. All of these artists are featured in my book (except one), so you can read up on them before you commit to a print.

Michael Whelan

John Harris

Syd Mead

Don Maitz

David B Mattingly

Peter Andrew Jones - Jones was one of just a few artists who declined to be included in my art book, but he has a distinct, colorful style that I would have loved to have featured!

Finally, here's one extra bonus, just for everyone who made it to the end of this article: The UK-based educational charity Centre for Computing History sells three big officially licensed John Harris posters featuring these three artworks, famous for their use as covers for Sinclair programming manuals.

It's a great deal that I've never seen mentioned anywhere, and Harris' work has a timeless quality that makes it great for an unassuming wall decoration. If you're outside the UK, the shipping costs will be a pain, but there's no better deal for a classic sci-fi poster.

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2millu2 · 4 months

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The Bakery and The Beauty - Sanji Vinsmoke

ఌft. Sanji and Baker fem reader

WC. 4.6k

Warning: Smut, PwP, Baker, blood mentioned, Sanji being Sanji, penetration, dry humping, nipple play, fluff smut and fluff at the end, nipple play, oral (female and male receiving), fluffy, cursing, Virgin Sanji

AN: I know it didn’t win the poll but I had a great idea for a Sanji story 😜😜

The Thousand Sunny docked at the shores of Ember's Glow Isle, a lush tropical paradise that promised adventure and bounty. Nami, ever the navigator with an eye for treasure, had suggested this detour, and Luffy, their enthusiastic captain, readily agreed, lured by the prospect of uncovering hidden riches.

As the Straw Hat crew disembarked, Luffy's infectious energy was palpable. "Alright, guys! Let's split up and explore this place. Whoever finds the coolest treasure wins!"

Sanji found himself reluctantly paired with Zoro, much to his chagrin. He had hoped to accompany the lovely Nami, but fate had other plans. Nonetheless, he put on a brave face, determined to make the most of the situation.

"Of all the rotten luck," Sanji grumbled, his heart yearning to be by Nami's side instead of the moss-headed swordsman.

Zoro scoffed, unfazed by Sanji's complaints. "Just stay out of my way, love-cook."

As they ventured into the island's interior, their banter continued, a familiar dance of insults and jabs. However, their paths soon diverged, with Zoro inexplicably veering off into the dense forest while Sanji found himself drawn to a quaint town.

"Seriously, moss-head, how can you get lost when I'm right here?" Sanji huffed, exasperated and taking a puff of his cigarette.

But relieved to be free of Zoro's company, welcomed the solitude. "Well at least I get some peace and quiet," he muttered, adjusting the tie on his suit.

the aroma of freshly baked goods wafting through the air. He inhaled deeply, his culinary senses tingling with delight. Following the tantalizingly sweet scent, he soon discovered a cozy bakery, its warm and inviting atmosphere beckoning him inside

The bell above the door tinkled as Sanji entered, greeted by an empty shop bathed in the warm scent of freshly baked goods. Before he could fully take in his surroundings, a sweet voice cut through the silence.

"Welcome to my shop," you said, a warm smile gracing your features.

Sanji's heart skipped a beat, his eyes immediately transforming into throbbing hearts. In a blur of movement, he rushed toward you, stars dancing in his vision. "My beautiful goddess!" he exclaimed, his voice dripping with adoration. "Such a talented woman to own a shop as divine as this!"

Taken aback by his fervent display, you managed a bashful chuckle. "Why, thank you. You're quite the charmer."

Sanji's nosebleed erupted, crimson droplets speckling the floor as concern etched itself across your features. "Are you alright?"

Waving a dismissive hand and taking a tissue from his pocket, Sanji gazed at you adoringly. "A vision like yourself should never worry over a mere mortal like me." His eyes sparkled with renewed intensity as he clasped your hands in his. "But pray tell, what is the name of this radiant goddess before me?"

A rosy blush crept across your cheeks as you introduced yourself. "Y/N."

Sanji's body whirled in a dizzying spiral, his heart practically leaping from his chest. "Y/N! Such a beautiful name befitting an angel like yourself!"

Your laughter tinkled like wind chimes, amused by his over-the-top antics. Sanji felt the hearts in his eyes pulsate faster.

Regaining his composure, he gestured toward the display case. "What would you recommend for a humble traveler such as myself, my sweet?" His gaze remained fixated on you, taking in your every movement.

"Would you like to watch me prepare something special?" you offered, your smile widening at his enthusiastic nod.

As you led him toward the kitchen, Sanji raced ahead, throwing open the door for you. "After you, m'lady," he said, bowing deeply.

You giggled at his chivalrous display. "Such a gentleman."

Sanji straightened, his chest puffing out with pride and taking a puff of his cigarette. "All men should treat a lady with the utmost respect and courtesy."

Your respect for him grew, charmed by his old-fashioned manners and sincere reverence.

In the kitchen, you announced your intention to create the Gâteau Saint-Honoré, a dessert renowned for its complexity and elegance.

Sanji's visible eye widened, his respect for your skills soaring. "That's one of the most challenging desserts to master. I've only attempted it twice myself."

Intrigued, you inquired about his culinary expertise, and Sanji launched into a passionate explanation of his dream – to find the legendary All Blue, a mythical sea where all the world's waters converged.

Your eyes sparkled with wonder at the sheer romance of his ambition. "That's a beautiful dream," you breathed. "I'd love to see the All Blue someday."

Sanji's heart threatened to burst from his chest as he gazed at you with utter devotion. "Then allow me, my goddess, to be your guide on that journey. I would protect you from any harm that dared to cross our path."

Flustered yet touched by his offer, you thanked him, inwardly wondering if this charismatic stranger could truly make such promises.

As you began gathering the ingredients for the Gâteau Saint-Honoré, you seized the opportunity to learn more about Sanji's skills. "Since you're familiar with this dessert, would you care to assist me?"

Sanji's visible eye transformed into a heart, his entire being radiating bliss. "It would be my honor, Y/N-swan!"

The kitchen filled with an air of comfortable warmth as you and Sanji began the intricate process of crafting the Gâteau Saint-Honoré. Your movements were practiced and precise, a testament to years of culinary experience.

As you worked side by side, measuring ingredients and preparing the various components, you shared snippets of your life story with Sanji. "My mother was an incredible cook," you reminisced, a wistful smile tugging at your lips. "From a young age, she instilled in me a deep appreciation for the art of cuisine."

Sanji listened intently, his visible eye trained on your every move, captivated not only by your skill but by the soothing cadence of your voice. The frantic energy that had consumed him upon first laying eyes on you had dissipated, replaced by a sense of calm as he lost himself in the rhythmic dance of your culinary ballet.

"Mother taught me everything she knew," you continued, deftly whisking a mixture of sugar and egg yolks into a velvety ribbon. "She believed that cooking was more than just nourishment – it was a way to bring joy and comfort to those we love."

Sanji nodded, his heart swelling with empathy. He understood that sentiment all too well, for it was the driving force behind his own culinary aspirations. To him, cooking was an act of pure love, a means of expressing his devotion to those he cherished.

"As I grew older, I discovered my true passion lay in the art of baking," you confessed, a hint of pride coloring your tone. "There's something magical about the way simple ingredients can transform into decadent confections, each bite a journey of flavors and textures."

Sanji watched, transfixed, as you piped delicate rings of choux pastry onto a baking sheet, your movements fluid and graceful. He could sense the deep reverence you held for your craft, and it resonated with his own unwavering dedication to the culinary arts.

"I can see the passion in your eyes, Y/N-swan," he murmured, his voice reverent. "It's a privilege to witness a true master at work."

You blushed at his earnest compliment, unused to such effusive praise. Yet, there was a sincerity in Sanji's gaze that put you at ease, a kindred spirit who understood the depths of your devotion.

As you continued to work in tandem, the rhythmic clanging of bowls and whisks punctuated your conversation, creating a symphony of culinary harmony. Sanji found himself utterly entranced, not just by the delectable aromas wafting through the air, but by the serene confidence with which you wielded your tools.

Sanji's heart swelled with a newfound appreciation for the women he had unexpectedly discovered in this quaint town on Ember's Glow Isle.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you dipped your fingers into the flour and bopped Sanji's nose, leaving a dusting of white powder on his face.

Sanji's visible eye widened in surprise before crinkling with laughter. "Oh, you're asking for it now, my dear," he chuckled, retaliating by tapping a flour-coated finger against the tip of your nose.

What began as a harmless exchange quickly escalated into a full-blown flour fight, the two of you giggling like children as you tossed handfuls of flour at each other. The air became thick with the fine white particles, coating your hair and clothes in a fine layer of flour.

In the midst of the playful chaos, your foot caught on a stray bowl, sending you stumbling forward. Sanji's reflexes were lightning-fast, his arms shooting out to catch you before you could hit the floor.

The sudden momentum caused you both to tumble, your bodies crashing together in a tangle of limbs as you landed on the kitchen tiles with a soft thud. Laughter spilled from your lips, the absurdity of the situation striking you in that moment.

As the laughter subsided, you became acutely aware of Sanji's proximity. His muscular frame hovered over you, his knee nestled between your legs, and your faces were mere inches apart. A flush crept across both your cheeks as the intimate position dawned on you.

"S-Sorry," Sanji stammered, his visible eye averted as he made to extricate himself from your embrace.

Before he could move, your hand shot out, fingers curling around his tie as you tugged him back towards you. In a bold move fueled by the heated chemistry crackling between you, you closed the distance and pressed your lips against his.

Sanji's body went rigid with shock, his visible eye widening as a torrent of emotions washed over him. For a brief moment, he felt himself going to nosebleed, the temptation to lose himself in the ecstasy of your kiss threatening to overwhelm him.

With a strong effort, he reined in his desire, determined not to ruin your beautiful face with blood. His hand found purchase on your waist, pulling you against him as he surrendered to the kiss, his lips moving in a passionate dance with yours.

The world around you faded away, the scent of flour and sugar mingling with the intoxicating aroma of desire. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the searing connection shared between two kindred spirits, bound by a love for the culinary arts and an undeniable attraction that had blossomed in the heat of the kitchen.

As your lips parted, breathless and flushed, Sanji's gaze locked with yours, a silent understanding passing between you. Words were unnecessary; the language of your bodies spoke volumes, conveying a depth of emotion that transcended mere speech.

With a tenderness, Sanji brushed a stray lock of flour-dusted hair from your face. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice thick with reverence and longing.

Sanji's lips crashed against yours once more, the kiss fueled by a burning desire that had been simmering beneath the surface. This time, the kiss was heated, passionate – a desperate need to express the depth of his longing for your touch.

Your hands moved with purpose, fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his suit jacket. With a smooth motion, you parted the fabric, revealing the crisp yellow button-up shirt hugging his toned frame. Emboldened by the intensity of the moment, you began to caress his body through the thin material, tracing the contours of his muscular build with eager hands.

A low, guttural moan rumbled from Sanji's throat, the sound muffled by the fervent press of your lips against his. He wanted you to know, to feel the effect your touch had on him, the way your caresses ignited a fire within him that threatened to consume his very being.

Encouraged by his vocal response, you deepened the kiss, your tongue boldly seeking entry past his parted lips. Sanji eagerly obliged, engaging in a sensual dance of tangled tongues and heated breaths, the taste of flour and desire mingling in an intoxicating symphony.

Your hands continued their exploration, fingers raking across the defined planes of his chest and abdomen, reveling in the solid strength concealed beneath the thin fabric. Each touch, each caress, elicited a shudder of pleasure from Sanji, his body responding to your ministrations as his cock begin straining against his pants.

"Y/N," he rasped, his voice thick with want, as your lips briefly parted for air. "The things you do to me, my goddess."

His visible eye glazed over with raw desire, a silent plea for you to continue your torturous assault on his senses. Sanji's hands found your waist, pulling you against him, allowing you to feel the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against your core.

The scent of desire hung thick in the air, mingling with the lingering aromas of baked goods.

Without hesitation, you parted your legs, wrapping them around Sanji's waist and pulling him closer, pressing his evident arousal against your core. A breathless gasp escaped his lips as he felt the delicious friction, his visible eye darkening with unadulterated want.

Sanji's gaze swept over you, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. "Y/N," he rasped, his voice thick with longing. "May I...?" His fingers traced the hem of your shirt, a silent request for permission to undress you.

You nodded, emboldened by the intensity of the moment, and Sanji wasted no time removing you of your shirt. As the fabric slipped away, revealing the lacy crimson bra that hugged your breast, Sanji's breath caught in his throat. His visible eye roamed over your clad breast, drinking in the sight.

Sanji's hands go to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly from the floor and sitting you on the countertop. Instinctively, your legs wound around his waist once more, drawing him impossibly closer as you grind your core against the hard length straining against his trousers.

A low groan rumbled from deep within Sanji's chest, his hands roaming over the swell of your breasts, kneading the firm flesh through the lacy barrier of your bra. The friction between your bodies intensified, as he pushed his bulge harder against core bumping your clit each time making you moan against his neck and he continues kneading your clad breast while kissing your neck the delicious friction stoking the flames of desire that threatened to consume you both.

Your fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of Sanji's pants, desperate to free his throbbing length from its confines. Just as you began to tug the fabric down, a shrill wailing pierced the air – the smoke alarm, triggered by the forgotten pastry in the oven.

Startled from your passionate haze, you both turned to see plumes of smoke billowing from the oven's interior. With a shared gasp, you leapt into action, Sanji rushing to yank open the oven door as you grabbed a towel to wave away the acrid smoke.

Your efforts revealed the charred remains of the Gâteau Saint-Honoré, reduced to a blackened, inedible husk. As the smoke cleared and the alarm fell silent, you couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.

"Well, I suppose we got a little... distracted," you quipped, shooting Sanji a playful grin.

Sanji's laughter mingled with yours, the tension dissipating as he swept the ruined pastry into the trash. "It seems our great masterpiece didn't quite survive our heated encounter, my dear."

As your amusement subsided, your gaze inevitably drifted downward, taking in the prominent bulge still tenting the front of Sanji's trousers. A wicked gleam flickered in your eyes as you move from the oven, to him sinking to your knees before him.

"Just because our dessert didn't pan out," you purred, your fingers trailing up the length of his thighs, "doesn't mean we can't have our just desserts." Sanji's visible eye widened, his cock twitching in anticipation as your fingers pull down his pants.

Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his trousers, deftly tugging them down to mid-thigh, freeing his throbbing length from its confines. Sanji's cock sprang forth, rigid and flushed, the thick veins pulsing with his arousal. A bead of precum glistened on the swollen tip, a testament to the intense desire coursing through his veins.

"Y/N..." Sanji's voice was a low, gravelly murmur, his visible eye dark with lust as he watched you appraise his impressive manhood. Despite his reputation as a shameless flirt, this was uncharted territory for the young chef – a virgin, untouched by the pleasures of the flesh.

You sensed his nervousness, offering a reassuring smile before trailing a series of featherlight kisses along the veins of his cock. Sanji's breath hitched, his muscles tensing as jolts of pleasure rippled through him.

With a slow pace, you worked your way up to the swollen tip, flicking your tongue out to taste the salty essence beading there. A guttural groan rumbled from deep within Sanji's chest, his body trembling with the effort to remain still.

Encourage by his vocal responses, you parted your lips, enveloping the velvety head of his cock with the moist heat of your mouth. Sanji's knees nearly buckled, his hands shooting out to brace himself against the countertop as a strangled cry tore from his throat.

"Oh,fuck..." he rasped, his visible eye squeezed shut as he surrendered to the exquisite sensation of your warm, wet mouth enveloping him.

You hummed around his length, savoring the salty taste as you gradually took more of him into your mouth. Inch by delicious inch, you worked your way down his shaft, your cheeks hollowing with each languid stroke.

Sanji's hands tangled in your hair, his fingers threading through the silky strands as he fought the urge to thrust deeper into the heavenly warmth of your mouth. his mind consumed by the euphoric sensations sparked by your talented mouth.

With each bob of your head, you took him deeper, your tongue swirling around his moly cock as you pay attention on the sensitive underside. Sanji's body trembled, his knuckles white from gripping the countertop, his thighs quivering with the effort of remaining upright.

"Y/N... oh god..." he groaned, his voice thick and strained. "If you don't stop, I'm going to..."

His warning trailed off into a moan as you redoubled your efforts, hollowing your cheeks and increasing the suction. Sanji's control unravelled, his hips bucking involuntarily as his cock slid deeper into the your mouth sliding down your throat.

With a cry, Sanji's body went limp, his eyes screwing shut as he reached the peak of his pleasure. Thick ropes of his cum erupted from his cock, coating your tongue with his salty essence.

You swallowed reflexively, relishing the in taste as you milked him through his climax. Sanji's body shuddered, his breaths ragged as wave after wave of blissful release crashed over him.

As the last tremors of his orgasm subsided, Sanji's visible eye fluttered open, glazed with the afterglow of his pleasure. His chest heaved, his golden hair tousled and damp he gazed down at you with a look of reverent awe.

Words failed him as he struggled to find the words to describe the euphoric experience you had just bestowed upon him.

Rising to your feet, you closed the distance between you, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him into a searing kiss. Sanji moaned against your lips, tasting himself on your tongue as his arms encircled your waist, crushing you against his frame.

"We're not done yet, my dear," he murmured, his delicious voice that goes down to your very core. "It's your turn."

he pinned you against the nearest wall, his hands roaming over the curves of your body with an urgency fueled by raw, primal need.

"I can't wait any longer," he rasped, his voice thick with want as his fingers undid the clasp of your bra, freeing your breasts from their lacy confines. "I need to feel you... all of you."

His lips crashed against yours in a searing kiss, your tongue tangling with yours as his palms kneaded the soft flesh of your breasts. You arched into his touch, a breathy moan escaping your lips as he rolled your nipples between his fingertips.

Sanji's mouth blazed a scorching trail along the column of your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point before venturing lower. His lips found the swell of your breast, tongue flicking out to tease your hard nipple as his hands kneaded your other breast pinching the hard bud.

"Sanji..." you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his golden lock as his ministrations stoked the flames of desire burning within you.

he removes the rest of your clothing, leaving you naked before his gaze. Sanji drank in the sight of your nude form, his visible eye darkening with a primal hunger that threatened to consume him whole.

"Beautiful," he murmured reverently, his fingers ghosting over your skin. "Absolutely divine."

In one motion, he lifted you onto the countertop, his hands gripping your thighs as he parted your legs, revealing your glistening core to his hungry stare. You flushed under his intense stare, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as desire coiled tight within you.

Sanji's tongue darted out, tracing the arousal of your slick folds with a stroke that elicited a sharp cry from your lips. He hummed in approval, savoring the tangy essence of your arousal as he repeated the tortuously slow caress.

"So wet for me, my goddess," he purred, his fingers dipping between your folds to tease your throbbing bud. "Tell me what you desire."

Your back arched, a strangled moan spilling from your lips as he circled your swollen clit with skillful strokes. "You..." you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair as you guided his mouth to your dripping core. "I need you, Sanji... all of you."

A whine rumbled in Sanji's throat as he angled his face between your thighs, his tongue delving into your velvet heat with searing strokes. You cried out, your thighs clamping around his head as he lapped at your slick folds, savoring your intoxicating flavor.

His fingers joined the sensual assault, plunging into your cunt as his tongue focused its attention on your throbbing bud. You squirmed beneath his ministrations, your walls fluttering around his digits as he drove you relentlessly toward the brink of ecstasy.

Just as the coil of pleasure threatened to reach its precipice, Sanji withdrew, his face glistening with the evidence of your arousal. You whimpered at the loss, your hips bucking in a silent plea for him to continue.

Sanji's visible eye burned with raw hunger as he rose to his full height, his hands gripping your thighs as he positioned the swollen head of his cock against your dripping entrance.

"Are you ready, my love?" he rasped, his voice strained with the effort of restraining his primal urges.

You nodded fervently, your legs winding around his waist as you angled your hips, silently beckoning him to claim you. Sanji's breath caught in his throat as the swollen tip of his cock parted your slick folds, the velvety heat of your core enveloping him inch by delicious inch.

A groan tore from his lips as he pushed his cock within your tight, cunt, The sensation was utterly euphoric, your walls gripping him in a snug, silken embrace that threatened to unravel his carefully maintained control.

"So tight..." Sanji rasped, his breath coming in ragged pants as he savored the exquisite sensation of being inside you.

You clung to him, your nails raking down f his back as you adjusted to the delicious fullness of him filling you with his cock. With a subtle roll of your hips, you urged him to move, your walls clenching around his throbbing length in a silent plea.

Sanji groaned, his hips withdrawing in a slow, torturous glide before surging forward, burying himself within your depths once more. A litany of curses spilled from his lips as he set a fast pace, his cock pistoning into your tight, velvet heat with each powerful thrust.

The slap of flesh against flesh echoed through the kitchen, mingling with your breathless cries of pleasure as Sanji claimed thrusting his cock inside your aching core feeling the vein of his cock brushing against your walls . His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he used the leverage to drive deeper, his thick length stretching you deliciously with each thrust.

"Touch yourself," he growled, his voice sending pleasure straight to your core as he angled his hips, allowing his long cock to graze clit with each thrust. "I want to feel you come undone around me."

Obeying his demand, your fingers sought out the swollen bud of your clit, circling the throbbing nub in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. Sanji's lips crashed against yours, swallowing your cries of moans as the coil of pleasure tightened within you, rapidly spiraling toward your peak.

Your walls fluttered around his length, Sanji's thrusts became erratic, his entire frame tensing as your walls clenched around him milking his aching cock as you cum, dragging him over the edge alongside you.

Sanji buried himself to the hilt, his cum erupting in thick, ropes as he poured his essence deep into your quivering core. Your name tumbled from his lips in a breathless litany, his body shuddering as he surrendered to the intensity of his climax.

Spent and breathless, Sanji slumped against you, his arms encircling your waist as he cradled you against his heaving chest

"That was..." Sanji's voice trailed off, his lips curving into a blissful smile as he nuzzled against the crook of your neck.

"Incredible," you finished for him, pressing a tender kiss to his curly brow. Sanji hummed in agreement, he held you close, his arms wrapped securely around your waist as he basked in the warmth of your embrace.

After a few moments of contented silence, he drew back slightly, his visible eye locking with yours. There was a vulnerability in his gaze,.

"Y/N," he began, his voice low and tinged with a note of uncertainty. "What we shared here..." He paused, swallowing hard before continuing. "It wasn't just a one time thing for me. You've awoken something within me, it was the first time I felt like this with a women."

You remained silent, your fingers gently caressing his cheek as you waited for him to gather his thoughts.

"I know it may seem sudden, but..." Sanji took a deep, steadying breath. "Would you consider joining me on my quest to find the All Blue? To sail the seas by my side, exploring the culinary wonders of the world together?"

His visible eye searched yours, equal parts hope and apprehension flickering in their depths. "You've ignited a passion in me that burns brighter than any flame in this oven, and I can't bear the thought of pursuing my dreams without you by my side."

A soft smile curved your lips as you leaned in, capturing his mouth in a tender kiss. When you parted, your gaze was filled with a warm affection that set Sanji's heart aflutter.

"There's nothing I'd love more than to embark on that adventure with you, Sanji," you murmured, your fingers tangling in the soft strands of his golden hair. "The All Blue awaits, and I can't imagine a more perfect partner to share in its wonders."

Relief washed over Sanji's features, his lips curving into a brilliant smile as he pulled you flush against him, reveling in the warmth of your body pressed against his own. In that moment, you would chase the dream of the All Blue, embarking on a journey that would etch your names into the annals of culinary legend.

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dira333 · 3 months

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Oh oh oh! For the plotbunny game, what if someone set Shinsou up for a blind date at a cat cafe? Is that too specific?

"You're a real beauty, aren't you?"

"Errm," you cough awkwardly. His eyes move lazily, starting from your shoes and traveling up your legs and torso until they finally meet your own. For a second, they remain there, warm pools of purple that do their best at making your heart beat out of your chest.

He's attractive, too much so for a blind date. Usually, your blind dates seem to come with a warning label. "He's really nice as soon as you get to know him, okay? I know you don't care about looks, so I'm sure you'll be perfect for each other."

"I was talking to the cat," he drawls and his voice feels like a shawl draped around your shoulders.

With a soft hiccup you offer him the carnation you'd brought, the sign your acquaintances had agreed on. You had dyed it purple overnight with the help of some felt pens after Denki had blabbed about it being his favorite color.

His eyes move to the flower and back at you. Understanding dawns in his eyes. Something like a blush forms on his cheeks as he moves to pick up the carnation he'd put in his glass of water and almost drops it. It had caught your eye coming in, the only reason you even made it to his table.

"Hi," you whisper shyly, wishing the ground could swallow you whole as you try to shake his hand when he tries to hand you the flower.

"I... I can..." You want to say leave, but you don't want to assume... Please, you think, don't send me off before I even sat down.

"Sit," he asks, picking up the fat orange cat that has taken over your chair.

"So.. uh, she.. or he... bewitched you?"

You point at the cat when he looks at you with confusion in his eyes.

He laughs, the sound rumbling in your ears like the first thunder on a summer night.

"This is Carla," he explains, "she claimed the chair the minute I sat down. I think she's a movie star turned into a cat by someone who was envious of her success."

You eye the cat for a second, listen to her purring.

"She's pregnant," you tell him, "she's thinking about the children."

"She's thinking..." He stops. "What's your Quirk again?"

"Oh, I... uh... I can talk to Cats." You sink lower in your seat. "Not the coolest Quirk, I know, but I don't mind it."

"So that's what Denki meant-"

You blink. "What did he say? He wasn't really... He's not the best at setting people up, you know. I swear I'm better than he made me out to be."

He laughs again. "What did he tell you about me? I'm... I'm Shinsou, by the way." He holds out his hand, this time without a flower. It curls around yours as you take it and warmth settles in your stomach.

Please, you think, let this date be a success.

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diazsdimples · 3 months

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"You're the only person I could even fathom doing this for" + Buddie

"You're the only person I could even fathom doing this for," Eddie grouses as he and Buck weave their way through the crowd, heading towards the meetup point near the starting line.

There are ten other teams (couples? Eddie's never entirely sure what to call them) also milling around, waiting to be called up. Among them are what feels like hundreds of crew members, camera people, health and safety coordinators, you name it.

Buck nudges Eddie's shoulder with his as they walk. "And can I just once again reiterate how grateful I am that you agreed to come. I could have asked Hen or Chim, but I don't think they would have been so keen."

Eddie snorts. "Hen and Chim would have walked off before you even finished the first leg." He hoists the overly large backpack up his shoulders, swinging it around to do a last-minute check that they've got everything they need.

"They just can't keep up with my boundless enthusiasm," Buck replies airily. He grins down at Eddie. "It's not their fault, I suppose. You're just the only person I know who's got a chance at keeping up with me."

"Yeah well, I did say I'd have your back." Eddie puts on a show of sighing loudly, but there's no hiding the grin that's pulling at the corners of his mouth. "I probably should have seen this coming."

Buck stops, causing a crew member to dodge him and shoot him a dirty look. He remains oblivious to this as he regards Eddie with amusement.

"You should have anticipated 7 years ago, when you said you'd have my back, that I'd sweet talk you into coming onto a reality TV show with me?"

"Yep. Exactly that. Silly of me, really."

Buck laughs, a bright sound that makes something in Eddie's chest warm. Buck's smile is a beautiful thing to behold and Eddie can't help but grin right back.

"You're ridiculous," Buck chuckles, falling into step beside Eddie once again as they make their way over to the tent where the other racers are waiting.

When Buck had approached Eddie with the idea of applying for the Amazing Race USA, it had initially seemed like a harmless joke, a "yeah we should totally do that," without any real intention of actually applying.

And then Buck had shown up at his house with a tape recorder and a grin, and had begged and begged and begged for them to record a clip to send in. Had it not been for Christopher's puppy eyes ("please Dad, I'll be the coolest kid in school!") Eddie probably wouldn't have gone through with it. But Buck knew Eddie's weakness (his son) and boy had he weaponised him.

They sent in the tape the next day within a week had received a callback, and now here they were, several weeks and one somewhat awkward conversation with Bobby about why he'd be losing two of his firefighters for a month later, wondering how exactly they managed to push past all the other people applying.

Eddie wasn't one to turn down the opportunity to win a million dollars, not that that amount of money went particularly far in this economy. As he'd joked to Buck, if they won he'd use his share of the money to pay off Christopher's student loans, and then buy himself an ice cream with the leftover cash.

Also, he'd get to travel the world with Buck, which was a huge selling point. Eddie knows he's whipped when it comes to Buck. The idea of travelling with him, seeing the world, competing against others, being at their peak BuckandEddie, it would have been too good to pass up.

They finally reach the tent where the rest of the racers are, and are immediately swooped on by a hoard of crew members, checking over them, making sure they're mic'd up, general TV show admin, Eddie assumes.

"No turning back now, huh," Buck comments, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. Eddie, however, can see right through him. He hears the slight quaver in Buck's voice, notices the way Buck doesn't quite meet his eye, how Buck's eyes are flickering around him as though on high alert.

"Hey," he says as he places a hand on Buck's shoulder, his thumb brushing against Buck's pulse point. "We're going to be okay. It's going to be fun! Just breathe, okay?"

Buck takes in a deep breath, his shoulders rising and pressing against Eddie's hand before releasing it. Eddie rubs his thumb back and forth over Buck's neck, giving him the smallest of squeezes.

"Right," Buck nods, his mouth quirking into a half smile. "Just us versus the world, huh?"

Eddie returns his smile with an easy grin, and he has to resist the urge to lean over and press a gentle kiss to Buck's cheek. "You and me, and 11 countries. We've got this."

There's a loud foghorn noise, signalling the teams to line up at the starting line, facing the host. Eddie's hand moves to cup Buck's cheek, patting him once, twice, before dropping down to his side. Buck flushes a beautiful pink and together they make their way to the line, ready to begin the adventure of a lifetime.

Gonna tag some friends who might be interested.

@theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @bidisasterevankinard @neverevan

@spotsandsocks @aroeddiediaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @watchyourbuck

#james answers things #james writes #finishing my prompts again #amazing race au #not my best work #hopefully the anon that requested this many months ago sees it! sdkfjsdf #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 abc #911 buddie #911 #911verse #911 fanfic #eddie x buck #buddie ficlet

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earlysunshines · 1 year

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misty

kindergarden teacher!sana x fem!reader. (p1. 1)

summary: you take your niece to her first day of school and- shoot, you might have a crush on your nieces' teacher.

wc: 2k

warnings: none, pure fluff

pt2 pt3 pt4

a/n: hiii this is my first post, feel free to leave feedback or just ask, comment, or anything like that, hope u enjoy!!

also, credits to @soliarus for inspiring and encouraging me to post my take on this! I really liked their take on this prompt/idea, so please check it out!!! it's so cute :'-]

you and your niece Hana, approach the classroom, and you spot parents already bidding their goodbyes and waving to their children from the cheery, chat-filled classroom.

Hana reaches for your hand, holding your large hand with her small one. you look down at your niece, and she wears a white shirt, denim overalls, and a beige backpack, you had dressed her up this morning. The young girl stands outside the door with you and looks into the classroom from the door nervously.

“y/n, auntie…” She begins, “What if no one wants to be my friend?”

There’s a look of surprise on your face after hearing what she said. She looks down at her beige, velcro sneakers. You squat down to match the little girl’s level,

“Hana… Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know… I don’t want to be the only one alone.” She says, and her frown deepens,

“Hana, sweetheart,” you start, holding both her hands in between your palms, “Trust me, at least one person will talk to you. Even if it isn’t today, someone amazing like you will make a friend, I mean, who wouldn’t want to be your friend? I made a lot of friends when I was your age,”

You pause and put your hands on her shoulders, making eye contact, and your tone softens,

“You and I, we’re alike, . your dad and grandma think so too.” you begin, “And, be glad. Your dad isn’t as cool as me, trust me. Be glad you got your auntie’s genes, and because you have my genes, you’ll be the coolest in the room.”

“You sure?” Hana questions,

“Of course I am.” You assure her. You stand up and encourage her, “Now, come on, let’s go inside, your dad said your teacher was nice!” you say, smiling at the little girl and standing up again, “You lead me, I might get lost and I’m a bit scared myself, this isn’t my classroom after all.”

Hana’s worried expression is replaced by a growing smile after hearing your last remark, “You’re so silly y/n, you’re old and scared? I thought you said you were the coolest!” Hana giggles, teasing you slightly.

“Hey! I am the coolest! and I'm not old! you should see your dad!”

The little girl laughs and gains a sudden boost of confidence from the lighthearted teasing, holding, no, grabbing your hand and practically pulling you into the classroom with her as if you were Alice traveling into some wonderland.

You two enter the classroom, and the first thing you notice is the smell. The vanilla scent isn't overwhelming, and you can even smell the faint notes of peaches and pears. The scent matches the slightly chaotic classroom and its well-thought-out arrangement and reminds you of the cafe you work at in a way.

There are kids in seats that are coloring, some looking or running around the room, and some with their parents taking pictures. Hana drags you to the colorful cubbies where she would put her finished work and lunchbox in. She shows you the sticker she put on the cubby with her dad from when they visited for the open house, and you smile at the sight. It’s a shark sticker, Hana and her dad love sharks.

“Hana, love, stand next to the cubby, I want to show your dad.” You tell her, pointing to the area where you want her to pose. She scoots over to the spot and smiles widely, her gums showing a bit as she smiles so brightly; it makes you smile too. you quickly snap a picture and send it to the group chat that your brother, mom, and dad are in.

You two wander around to where the backpacks are supposed to be hung, and your gaze wanders across the room to see a beautiful woman waving to a parent. The woman smiles at the other parent and crouches down to the little boy's level, then points to an empty seat before standing up and making eye contact with you.

The woman is beautiful. Her dark brown hair flows effortlessly down to around where her ribs are. You find that it might be weird to think this, but her nose is perfect. The way it’s angled and the slope of it, and you surprise yourself at how much you like her nose, because you’ve never really thought about a nose like this. your gaze moves down to her peach-colored lips, and they look soft, lush, and really kissable-

you stop your thoughts on her lips there, because this is a woman you’ve just seen for the first time (and she’s making you all flustered and blushy like a stupid teenager in some romcom).

You look at her outfit, it’s cute and pretty, just like her. She wears a beige cardigan and white skirt that is loose on her thin figure, and the jewelry that completes her look is a small silver necklace sitting on her fair skin, just above her exposed collarbone, a small bracelet around her hand, and small gold earrings.

Hana feels the hand that holds hers slightly loosen up, and she looks up at you to see you staring across the room, ears tinted a shade of light pink. She looks over to what, or- who you’re looking at, which makes her tug at your sleeve, and it breaks you out of your trance.

“That’s my teacher, she’s really nice,” Hana says, smiling, “Last time, she gave me an extra sticker! Dad says she reminds him of you.”

“Me?”

“He says that she has the same warmth or something, I don’t know how people can be warm in the same way, that was kind of weird. He also said the way she talks to me reminds him of you.” Hana says. Your niece walks you over to the woman and she smiles at your niece,

“Y/n, this is Ms. Minatozaki.” Hana says shyly, tugging at your hand.

“Hello, Hana. It’s nice to see you again.” The woman says, patting her head. Her voice is sweet and higher pitch, and the way she speaks is soft and welcoming, it even makes your cheeks warm up a bit.

Her smile almost has you losing your balance, as if you were a weak tree getting hit by a gust of strong wind. The way her lips curved up to reflect her genuine joy in seeing your niece again made you weak in the knees. The woman’s gaze lands on you, and she makes eye contact. Her head is just barely angled when she looks up at you due to her being a couple of inches shorter, and you try not to fall into another trance from seeing her alluring features up close.

You try to compose yourself as you put your hand out to greet the beautiful woman,

“Hello Ms, I’m y/n.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.” She replies. Sana is stunned by the woman in front of her, and it takes her a moment to really take in your presence. Your face is almost intimidating from how sharp your features are, and she’s trying not swoon over you in the moment seeing as you’re in the middle of introducing yourselves, and you’re (what she thinks,) Hana’s mother.

her smaller hand fits yours perfectly as she shakes it. the world seems to pause for a bit as you realize this beautiful woman is shaking your hand, and it feels like you’re in a drama of some sort as everything slows down around you. She puts another hand on the outside of yours so that both hands are welcoming you into her precious workplace.

Hana looks between the two women, a small smile tugging at her lips. She senses the spark that forms from the small interaction, and the way her aunt’s stoic and (usually) confident facade disappears at the moment.

You notice that your hands are still connected, and you pull away to run a hand through your hair, trying to play it off (you don’t, by the way, Hana reads right through you).

You shift your look over to the little girl and squat down again to meet her level. A loose strand of hair that didn’t get braided is pushed behind your niece's ear by your slender fingers.

“Alright,” You say, placing a thumb on the girl's cheek, rubbing it lightly, “I’ll let you be off on your own, go have fun and be good okay? I’ll be here in the afternoon.”

“Yes y/n!” Hana beams, giving you a toothy grin. You laugh out softly and give her an almost identical grin back,

Your smile widens and there's a small feeling of worry that doesn’t go unnoticed. You really do hope everything goes well for your niece, after all, she’s your only niece and you just want the best for her.

“If your teacher says you were good today, we can go to the cafe and I can make you your favorite hot chocolate, how about that? Ms. Dahyun also said she made a special croissant for you.”

“Please! Please! I’ll be good, I promise.” Hana says, practically jumping up and down. You smile at her enthusiasm and nod,

“Alright, be good to Ms. Minatozaki lovely, I’ll see you later.” You say before you two exchange a nice, warm hug, and after you pull away, you push away her bangs and press a kiss to her forehead, lingering for a second.

You stand back up and watch the little girl run off on her own to an empty desk with coloring pages and markers, you smile at the sight.

“Hana is very enthusiastic, she’s a wonderful little girl from what I’ve seen so far. She’s so cute!” Ms. Minatozaki beams, and you turn your head to meet her gaze again, nodding.

“Yeah, she’s a curious little girl, and very bright.” You begin, then sigh, “I just hope she doesn’t cause any trouble. She’s pretty shy with new people, but she’s very energetic when she warms up and, well- you know how kids are.” You joke.

Ms. Minatozaki lets out a giggle, and the way her nose scrunches makes you lose your cool a bit, it’s so cute that it has you laughing with her, and you don’t even bother to think about how pink your ears are right now.

“I’ll be going now Ms-”

“You can call me Sana, I mean, you’re not my student.” She says, laughing a little.

“Definitely not.” You joke, and you want to joke on forever and make her laugh the whole day just to see how her face lights up and how adorable she looks when her nose scrunches slightly.

Sana watches you straighten out your dark brown jacket and her cheeks warm up a bit when you shoot her that cute smile of yours, but of course, you don’t notice due to how oblivious you are in the moment. The young teacher punches herself mentally for feeling a small flutter in her chest from who she thinks is her students’ mom, and she wonders how she’ll survive the year if she’ll see you more often.

“I’ll get going then, again, let me know if anything happens.”

“Of course, I’ll make sure Hana has a great day,” Sana responds, nodding.

You and Sana exchange sweet smiles again, a similar warmth spreading through the two of you as you part.

Before heading out the door, you wave to your niece again and the two of you smile at each other. You also take one more look at your niece's beautiful teacher, then head out to clock into your morning to afternoon shift.

Leaving the building, the sun seemed to shine a little brighter, and there was a new warmth in your chest knowing that Hana was in the hands and care of such a beautiful, sweet, and cute teacher: Ms. Minatozaki.

You were definitely going to convince your brother to let you take Hana to school more often, and pick her up regularly too.

… and little did you know, Sana would hope to see you often as well.

#sana x reader #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice sana #sana imagines #kpop x reader

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moooncats · 8 months

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✿ Astrology Observations ✿

✿ Through the eye's of a Virgo 🧿 ✿

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✿ Sun in Aries ✿

Funny, Confident, Fighter lmaoo (don't talk ish about anyone they consider family cause they'll knuck and buck in 2.5 seconds bwahaha), Attractive!!! 🔥🔥 Aries are usually loud/opinionated and have this lets live life like its the last day we're alive. They are usually the ones who will dance like theres nobody watching hahah very tik tok star vibes. Go go go energy. You guys love to travel! ✈️ Its giving me Carmen Sandiego Vibes. ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ

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✿ Sun in Leo ✿

Popular (Irl & Online), Funny af never met a leo that wasn't good at jokes. Great hair/makeup/style 💅 oh and music taste gives me hype in the club vibes. Creative! Never met a leo that didnt dabble in the arts. Ya'll really love to spoil your love ones and friends and as a virgo I appreciate you! Seriously so sweet and caring. Gift giving is most likely your love language. (✿◠‿◠)♡ I would also like to add SOOO good at making food/pastries like this one leo friend I had would make flipping macarons in hs and they were BUSSIN BUSSIN. I also know its super hard to make them? Like sheeesh your creativity never fails to make a presence! Keep it up my lovely leos! ♡

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✿ Sun in Capricorn ✿

2-3 jobs lmfaoooo, boujee, yall are secretly freaky af!!! Most capricorns I know have only fans on the side yall aint fooling no one with that good girl fascade hehe do you tho! Make that money puuur. 💰💋 Homebodies unless they're out with their lover yall settle down QUICKKK bwahah. 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 It's giving me I'm busy at work and I'll get to you when I get to you vibes. 🫡 Also lets not forget most Capricorns I know are lowkey know it alls! Lmfao yall try to hide it but your expression gives it all away. There was this Capricorn that I could never beat at Skip Bo (a card game) she really knew the in's and out's of all numbers. ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ So quirky!

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✿ Sun in Taurus ✿

Grounded, Stable, FOODIES. If they cook or share food with you they really fucks with you. Can be stubborn but I think it's awesome they just know what they like and its usually of ✨️ higher taste✨️. IYKYK. Lover of art but usually natural art or anything natural. Anything to do with the 5 senses they are IN THERE LIKE SWIMWEAR. Homebodies af. Sleep is their go to de stresser with eating, skin care, spas, hikes, anything nature that looks beautiful lmao it's giving me ethereal fairy vibes. (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

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✿ Sun in Scorpio ✿

Always needs to be the coolest person in the room, secretly wants to be loved but has high AF standards lol. Usually has lots of piercings/tattoos they LOVE to color their hair lmao. Probably can be the spoke person for Manic Panic or any other hair dye company. Scorpios can drag someone to filth and it always makes me laugh cause they're straight up and to the point with it. They don't just spend their time with anybody they're picky af. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Most scorpios I know are in the LGBTQ community. It's giving me I know I'm the prize and I'm cool as shit vibes. ʕ⊙ᴥ⊙ʔ

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✿ Sun in Cancer ✿

Loves to match vibes with people, usually quiet unless they feel comfortable with the energy, good afff music taste deadass I can play any song from my random playlist and they'll know it word for word haha. That's about it tho- sorry I don't really know much about cancers personally. It's giving me- very nice and formal vibes & will understand the assignment (can be loud/chill/outgoing/whatever you want them to be) vibes. 🦀🦎 Chameleon.

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✿ Sun in Aquarius ✿

Eccentric AF in a good way bwahaha ʕ⊙ᴥ⊙ʔ, very IDGAF energy we loveee, caring they only bad mouth people who have wronged them in a bad way other than that- they usually can see both sides of a situation yall give good advice, very humanitarian vibes. Aqua's also are so good at technology! Leave it to an Aqua to find information on ANYONE on the internet they keep receipts also lmfao. Most Aquas I know are apart of the LGBTQ community. 🏳️‍🌈 It's giving me Alien hacker/detective vibes. 👽 Also side note, every aqua I know eats this one thing thats soooo random for ex one of my besties, eats pizza with no cheese just sauce and veggies lol. Random af I love it.

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✿ Sun in Pisces ✿

Never met a pisces who didn't sing lmao! Come thru vocals (you're going to hollywood!). Yall usually draw too or do poetry/sew/paint anything artistic. ╰( ▪‿▪)╮ Yooo I noticed yall always have drug addictions too tho. I honestly think that's why your head be up in the clouds/ lost in the sea void 24/7 😆 Quick Tip: Did you know that when you're under the influence things just hit harder? So why be in that toxic relationship/situation and intensify your emotions when you know it'll be harder to come back from it as a water sign... ahhh. Lemme give you a hug you'll get through this! 🫂 It's giving me XXXTentacion Vibes (listen to his lyrics you'll get the vibes yuh). 💀 Seriously Pisces lemme give you another hug. 🫂 I'm rooting for you, you'll get out of the haze surely enough.

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✿ Sun in Libra ✿

Boujeeeeee!! Never met a libra that didn't dress nice af. Usually uniquely too. Hair game is always on fleek. Yall love to play devils advocate though. I don't think I've ever had any libra talk bad about anyone they were friends with they're loyal and good vibes. Libra's can also be sooo funny!╰(◕ᗜ◕)╯ They love to make everyone feel included so they will play the part to make sure people aren't left out. It's giving me Actor vibes. Also most libra's I know smoke mary jane 🍁 and are on top with their workout routine. Lmfao munchies who??¿ Also Libra's are a lover of beauty never seen a libra date someone who wasnt aesthetically pleasing to the 👁🖼. It's giving me main character/actor Vibes.

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✿ Sun in Gemini ✿

SMARTTTT. Yall know so much in that head of yours. Seriously never had a boring conversation ever with a gemini, great story tellers as well! So effing creative, If you really get to know a Gemini you'll find that they're so good at every flipping hobby like I honestly feel like their mind is hardwired differently from most people. Also very friendly and CHILL. (ﾉ≧ڡ≦) It's giving me, Golden retriever vibes! 🐕

(Sorry reached the gif limit but picture a cute fluffy doggie! Nyaaa! (: )

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✿ Sun in Saggitarius ✿

VERY ACTIVE/OUTDOORSY but accident prone bwahaha! Why are yall always in the damn hospital or sick? 😅 (ᓀ‸ᓂ) Be careful while skating/doing sports/LIVING damn. GOOFFFYYYYYY. Yall have jokes for days lmao. You know so much about philosophy and other topics its refreshing to have deep non surface conversations with you. As a virgo it's giving me if I was stuck on an island I would survive and probably understand the hidden meaning of life in a fever dream I had from eating poisonous berries vibes. 😆🫐

(Sorry reached the gif limit but imagine a cute wandering explorer not caged down by society! ╰( ▪‿▪)╮ Yuhh)

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✿ Sun in Virgo ✿

Wallflowers.(๑･◡･) We love to observe everyone/everything while also making sure we look the part. We can deadass find anything that's lost. 🔍 Lover of art as well, we love anything to do with the aestethics. Book worms 🐛haha, also we always have one thing/hobby that were really in to that we focus on almost 24/7 in a weird obssesive way. This can be good and bad. Good if its a hobby, bad if its a person RIP. Most virgos I know are popular and chill gives me grounded vibes. It's giving me I'm okay with being a side character unless you want me to be the main character then I'll pop off vibes.

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✿ Mahalo for reading my 2nd ever tumblr post! How exciting. Hope you all enjoyed this, it was really fun to articulate my feelings as a Virgo sun. Who knows, maybe I'll make more astrology observations hehe. Till then, take care my beautiful earth angels! Moooncats out. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ✿

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