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& you know what it actually IS lifechanging to smile at strangers & say please & thank you & goodmorning & compliment someones outfit & help someone in need & be more accepting of loving other people just because they are other people!!!
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having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer
A conversation I don’t think yall are ready for yet is that you can love a character sooooo much and relate to them and see yourself in them but at the end of the day they’re still fake and that’s why someone else’s take on them or headcanon about them isn’t a direct message about you or insult to your identity. If your identity is so wrapped up in a character that you can’t distinguish between reality and fiction, then you are the problem. Not some random person online who interprets the character differently than you.
this also goes for when you hate a character soooooo much and relate them to every person who hurt you and see everyone you hate in them, at the end of the day they're still fake and someone else's love for them is not a commentary on your trauma
#i also think we should not be using 'i relate to the character' as a claim to authority on the character #just because you relate does not mean your interpretations are law for the rest of us or even correct or 'more accurate' than anyone else's #it just means you relate full stop lmao. (via @kaibacorpintern)
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sanji x reader. suggestive towards the end. mention of nose bleed. various nicknames used (ma cherie, my dear) ^^ ♥︎
The beautiful kitchen on the Sunny is in a state of disarray, flour dusts along the once pristine counter tops and amongst your smiling cheeks but you’re determined to make a cake fit for the birthday boy.
“Hello ma chérie—” Sanji enters, his eyes widening at the scene in front of him.
He’s not used to someone else cooking in this kitchen but the sight of you in his element causes his heart to race.
“Noooo!” You whine pitifully, putting down the bowl you were mixing in. “You weren’t supposed to see! Usopp and Chopper were supposed to distract you.”
“Oh, is that what that was?” The lovecook silently moves closer, amusement sparkling in his baby blue eyes. He takes your hand and gives it a gentle kiss, looking up at you past his long lashes. “A valiant effort until Luffy demanded food.”
You let out a low groan. Figures.
“He was supposed to behave for an hour, I thought I gave him enough snacks this time!”
“One thing about Luffy, my sweets, is that there’s no such thing.” Sanji playfully boops your nose and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. “But good try. Now, care to explain what’s going on in my kitchen?”
“Sanji.” You look up at him with a slight pout and furrowed brows. “I wanted to make you a birthday cake this year.”
His breath audibly hitches, all the honeyed words that naturally spill from his silver tongue comes to a stop when he’s rendered speechless by your kindness.
“For me?” His voice sounds far away, even to himself. Lost in what must be another one of his lofty, amorous daydreams he has about you but this time there’s no rude awakening from reality, just your expectant gaze.
“For you.” You smile up at him warmly. “Although, I think I could use some help. Would you mind?”
“I’d be honored.” He shakes off his shock with a wide grin, one that stretches across his face just like when he fantasies about the all blue. Almost. This version is just a tad sweeter, flooding his irises with the adoration he holds for you. “But first, allow me.”
Before you can question him, Sanji rushes over to grab you one of his aprons and slings it over your head. His lithe fingers dance along your sides and he feels the familiar rush of blood excitedly shoot around his body until it trickles down his nose.
With an expert swish of his wrists, he ties the apron in a pretty little bow behind your back, trying not to focus on how well it accentuates your waist.
“Thank you.” You smile graciously, not turning around just yet so he has time to admire the view and wipe the blood from his nose. So much for a sanitary kitchen.
“You’re most welcome, my dear.” He rushes to the sink, cleaning up his mess and humming a soft tune to clear out the slight shake in his voice. Never before has someone made a proper cake for him, not since his mother became too ill to alert the chefs to do it.
Your arms wrap around Sanji’s waist and he all but jumps. He melts into you once you cheek rests against his back, soaking up the warmth of his embrace.
“Happy birthday Sanji.” You murmur sweet enough to rival any cake as the baked good won’t ever compare to the way his name drips from your lips like honey he wishes to drown in.
“Thank you.” He ushers you closer to the counter where all your ingredients scatter about. “You’ve done an excellent job so far, I don’t think you need my help.”
“Maybe, but I could always use a taste tester, right?” You nudge the bowl of batter closer to him and dip one of your fingers in, patiently holding it out.
It’s not lost on him how the roles were usually reversed in this setting, how he would be feeding you his latest creations and watch stars burst in your eyes whenever he got the recipe just right.
But now, Sanji watches the batter drip from your finger before he gently takes your hand and brings it to his own mouth. His tongue peeks out, slowly gliding along your skin and takes the sweetness with him.
“Well?” You ask excitedly. “What do you think?”
“Absolutely delicious.” He dips his own finger in, bringing it to your lips this time. “Try it yourself.”
You oblige and his heart soars. The restraint he exhibits is nothing short of a miracle as he watches you lick up the batter with a small hum of satisfaction. Before you can tell him your thoughts, he pulls you in for a deep kiss — one of cake batter and sweet adoration.
After a few moments, your tongues untangle and you pull away, chests heaving in tune. Sanji gives you a warm smile, his eyes shining with love before he takes the bowl and pours it into the cake pan.
It goes into the oven without a hitch.
“I guess we better start cleaning.” You frown, looking at the state you left the kitchen in. Sanji lets out an amused huff, grabbing your waist and hoisting you up in the counter.
“Not quite yet,” He leans in, lips ghosting yours, “no sense in cleaning when we’re about to make a much bigger mess, don’t you think?”
“You really want to have your birthday treat already?” You can’t help but tease, surprised when he starts to kneel down before you, slinging your legs over his shoulders.
“Just a taste, I need to be thorough.” He peppers a kiss to your thigh. “Then when the cake is done, I plan on taking my time with my birthday dessert all night long.”
