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*perfection is worth waiting for (sanji x f!reader)

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☼ Summary/Fic Request: Hiya!! I have a Sanji request, I need some angst with jealousy and a happy ending, like I don’t have much plot wise but I just need some ANGST. Thx💕💕- Anonymous

✎ A/N: Sanji imagine. I am so sorry this took me so long! The muse has all over the place. Thank you so much for sending this one in! I really hope I did deliver on this one <3! Thank you so much to @geeky-marie for the inspiration! (please give her writing @thefandomdirtymind a follow! she's brilliant!) Feedback and comments are always appreciated. (Thank you for the patience... the rest of the years has been a whirlwind.) ♥

‼ ‼ WARNINGS: feels, angst, sweet comfort.

Sanji was unsure about hosting a party at the Baratie. They were always a headache to everyone on board. However, he didn’t get much say in what Zeff agreed to - but when it was for an old friend, the old man didn’t give it much thought and agreed. Everyone knew how it went with these kinds of get-togethers. They had to keep the booze flowing and make sure not to anger anyone. 

“Mask.” You handed one to Sanji and grinned. 

“Really?” The blond man arched an eyebrow as he fiddled with the mask in his hands. You nodded reassuring and patted his shoulder. 

“You’ll live, Sanji.” You widened your eyes as you slid down yours over your face, and then headed out into the dining room. 

Sanji was part of the wait staff that night, so he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay in the kitchen. He groaned and slipped on the mask as he made his way out to the party. “Bloody Halloween…” he murmured and went to the first table to welcome the guests. He put on his charming act, already annoyed with the remarks from the guests. It was going to be an interesting night.

He worked his way around the room, taking drinks and bringing them to the table. If there was one thing the waiter knew very well, that was to charm his way and pretend as if he was having a great time. 

You greeted the guests delightfully, taking orders and delivering them to the kitchen. You stepped back into the dining room and bumped into a stranger. “Sorry! Didn’t see you…” you started to lift your mask when you recognized him. “I didn’t think you’d come!” You piped up and hugged the man, giving him a quick kiss. The two of you had been dating for a little while and things were going pretty well. 

“When you said to come, I wasn’t going to miss the invite,” he responded and kissed you again.  

Sanji took more orders and turned to head to the kitchen when he spotted you and your partner. His stomach muscles tightened at the sight. He wouldn’t admit it out loud to anyone but it bothered him seeing you with him. The man couldn’t be trusted, and Sanji tried telling you that. There were things about the man that screamed unreliable. But you were under his spell. 

“Why can’t you just be happy for me!” You told him as you roughly stacked the plates. 

“Because I know he’s not good! He’s a liar,” Sanji responded. The rest of the staff watched the two of you going back and forth. 

When you wouldn’t listen, Sanji gave up. But that didn’t stop his tactics. He walked in your direction and cleared his throat, gesturing for the two of you to move aside. 

“Sorry,” your partner let out an obnoxious chuckle as he took hold of your hips and stepped to the side. Sanji exchanged a glance and headed inside the kitchen, handing the cook the next set of orders. Then, he tossed the mask aside and exhaled abruptly. 

“Rough out there?” The cook asked Sanji as he prepared the next orders. 

Sanji put on an apron and started helping with the orders. He couldn’t go back out there, he didn’t trust himself knowing you were out there with your partner. 

The night came to an end, everyone seemed satisfied with the food and service. You told your boyfriend that you would see him later. You started cleaning up the dining room, and took the dishes to the kitchen. 

“You,” Zeff pointed to you. “And you,” then pointed to Sanji. “I need you both to run an errand. Think you can without trying to kill each other?” He raised his eyebrows while he waited for a response. 

Sanji and you looked at each other then at Zeff. “I can. I can’t speak for Sanji,” you wiped your hands on your trousers, grinning calmly as you stepped up to Zeff. 

“I can be trusted.” He snapped. Then stepped up to Zeff. “What is it, old man?” He crossed his arms. 

“I need you to head to the warehouse and take inventory. I am thinking we’ll have to order soon but need to know what.” He handed you the small notebook. “Be correct.”

“Now?” You asked. 

“Yes. Now. Go!” He gestured toward the exit. You nodded and made your way to the exit with Sanji in tow. He walked beside you once you were outside on the deck heading in the direction of the small warehouse where Zeff kept his extra supplies. 

“So has he proposed to you?” Sanji put his arms behind his back, squeezing his wrists, keeping his gaze forward. 

“None of your business.” You responded in a sing-song voice as you flipped through the notebook making mental notes of what you probably needed for the restaurant 

“So no.” Sanji half smirked. 

“Answer me this - why are you so concerned with my relationships? Don’t you have something going on” You finally switched your gaze from the notes to his face. You twitched your eyebrows upward waiting for his answer. You didn’t give him much time to answer before you took it upon yourself to fill in the blanks. “Because you’re incapable of carrying a solid one.” You stopped in front of the warehouse, opened the door, and walked inside. 

Sanji breathed in appearing slightly rattled by your words, but quickly shoved it aside and followed you inside. You were already taking notes of the inventory. Sanji watched you for a moment and went to the opposite of the warehouse where you were working taking notes.

You two worked in silence, barely exchanging any words. There was nothing more to say. You did glance over at him every once in a while. You were curious as to why he always pressing for answers about your relationship. He had carried so many on his own, you didn’t question his happiness. However, you were there to pick up the pieces when he was broken. 

“Okay! I think we’re done.” Sanji exhaled and walked over to you. “You?”

“Yes. I think we are.” You smiled quickly at him. You pocketed the book and walked around Sanji straight to the door. You turned the knob but there was no give. “Umm,” you laughed a little. You tried to do it again and again. Nothing - the door wasn’t opening.

“Move aside.” He reached for the doorknob and tried himself but nothing. “What the…” he muttered and kept turning the knob. 

“You’re going to break it!” You exclaimed, covering his hand. He tried a few more times before you pulled his arm away along with the knob. You held up the knob and groaned. “Nice going!” Frowning at him, you tossed the broken piece on the floor. “Ugh! Fucking great!” You crossed your legs and sat on the floor, tucking your fists under your chin, completely annoyed with the situation. 

“Not my fault this is a piece of shit doorknob!” Sanji exclaimed and kicked the door. Then, walked backward away from the entrance. 

You watched him pace, rolling your eyes. “I told you to stop.”

“Right. You’re always right! You can do nothing wrong.” Sanji turned his attention to you, raising his eyebrows. 

“What exactly is your deal?” 

“We’re stuck in this damn warehouse. That’s what my deal is.” He kicked the door again, then leaned against the shelves. 

“No. Like in general.” You got to your feet and stood closer to him. “You’ve been giving me shit about my boyfriend. And I don’t even know why. When I ask? You just laugh and say something so stupid.” You exhaled and dropped your arms by your sides. 

Sanji tightened his lips into a thin line. He locked his eyes with yours. You could see something stirring inside of him but nothing was coming out. You didn’t avert your gaze away from him, you wanted answers. You raised your eyebrows encouraging him to answer. 

He swallowed, and you could see his Adam’s apple move up. And down. He finally moved forward away from the shelves. He tenderly cupped the sides of your face, his lips collided with yours, and he kissed you deeply and quickly. As much as you told yourself to push, and step away, your mouth responded to the warm alluring kiss. Your lips moved against his and gripped the collar of his shirt, tugging him closer to you.

Your lips parted to take a deep breath, you could taste him and it made your insides melt. He started to pull away slowly, he was breathing unsteadily and harder than before. His fingers caressed your cheek. 

“I have been waiting for my chance.” He murmured. “I want to be the one who makes you smile. I want to be the one who listens to your shit days. I want to be the one who will wait outside for you.” He confessed, his voice was slightly shaky as he poured his heart out to you. 

He leaned in resting his forehead against yours. You dragged your fingertips against his jawline. “Sanji..” you started to say and chewed on the inside of your cheek. “You already do that.” You said quietly. He placed a soft kiss on the apples of your cheeks. 

“But I’m late,” he exhaled sadly. 

There was some rattling at the door and you two separated quickly as soon as the door opened. “What the hell!” Zeff huffed and stared between the two of you. “What happened in here!” he picked up the broken doorknob. 

You didn’t answer, you hurried out of the exit while shoving the notebook against his chest. Then, you rushed out of the warehouse. Sanji glanced at Zeff and shook his head while he followed you out. 

HOLIDAY SEASON. The Baratie was in the holiday spirit. It was decked out with some bright decorations, the music wasn’t the usual it was some festive tunes playing. The service was still top notch and the menu added a few limited items. 

You took the orders to the kitchen and taped the tickets for eh counter. “They’re getting restless,” you teased and grinned at the cook. 

“They can wait patiently. Perfection is worth waiting for.” Sanji smiled at you and winked. You rolled your eyes and picked up the tray with the meals ready to go. “Wait,“ Sanji held up his index finger and went around to catch up to you. 

“Yes?” You paused and balanced the tray watching Sanji. You let a small laugh as he leaned down to kiss you. “Mmm tastes good.” you teased and kissed him back. 

“We’re running behind!” One of the cooks called out to get Sanji’s attention. 

“Better go, my husband.” You raised your eyebrows and smiled, heading out of the kitchen into the dining room. 

“See you tonight, my wife,” Sanji smiled charmingly and returned to the stove to finish the meal. “I am here. I’m here,” he reassured the other cook as he got to work to catch up with the tickets. 

There was a small part of you that believed those months ago the universe plotted to get you and Sanji alone to be open and honest with one another. Then again, it did cross your mind that Zeff read the room and figured something wasn’t right. After all, he was ordained and was the one to marry you and Sanji. 

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I love your sanji fics so much it’s crazy, I was wondering if you could make an angsty sanji fic!!

A/N IMPORTANT:  Hi anon ! Damn this one have make me doubts myself. Angst wasn't my strong suit but I had this idea about those mistake you made when your young and the result push me to ask myself what I would do in those kind of situation and how much a person can grow from his mistake. I also enjoy write more of Zeff, even adding a little Bonus scene. Thank you for your request !

Shout out again for : @alienstardustwrites !

Oregano and others things

Soundtrack : Mine by Kelly Clarkson

OPLA - Sanji

Warning: Angst, Cheating theme, young mistake, redemption

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* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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The water was agitated, making your little marchand boat tang a little more than to your liking. Taking a deep breath, watching the floating restaurant in front of you, you know what you have to do. You have to put your feet on that dock, wear the waiter uniform waiting for you, help Zeff with his understaffed problem and come back home. Simple, truly a walk in the park. All that and…avoid Sanji.

You came from a respectable family of fishermen and herborists selling their catch on the local market. Little girl, you were in charge of carrying the ice for the cold table and wrapping the customers' fish. You will always remember the day your parents had started making business with Zeff. The tall man, even sitting at the little table in the back of the stall, was imposing enough to at the same time scare you and make you curious. But, the little blond boy, only a few years older than you, following him like his shadow, intrigues you even more. 

As you grow up, gaining new responsibility in the shop, you soon regularly help your dad doing the delivery to the Barratie, having the chance to pass some time with Sanji. Their pretext being that you would both benefit from having somebody your own age around, even if it’s for a few hours when it was in reality, for them, a moment to share a drink and talk supplies. The young cook would usually profit from this occasion to make you taste his cooking and ask you many questions about your knowledge on fish. 

Adolescent, you had at many occasions,succeeded to sneak out of the not so watching eyes of the adult to respond to some question like only puberty could ask. Partner in crime for many first in your life, it was now hurting you like a knife in the wound to see him, an hour, a minute, a second.

Pushing the side door of the restaurant, many fabulous smells filling your nose, you quickly make your way to the changing room. Place which had welcomed many child games like Hide and Seeks and other less childish things like : what’s hiding under those clothes.    

It wasn't the first time that you were serving tables for the Baratie. Your loyalty was, of course, going to your family,putting them first. But often, in occasional need like this, you had accepted to cover some shift to help. However, it's been a few years since you came back here for more than an exchange of ingredients and money. But, like riding a bike, you could remember the important stuff and Zeff had assured your dad that nothing had changed. You wish you could have liked to say the same. 

Freshly changed, taking a nervous deep breath but confident,  you exited the room, not noticing the tall blond getting out of the kitchen, angrily putting back his suit jacket.

Sanji couldn’t believe it, it was the second time this week that Zeff was rejecting one of his creative plates, sending him to play the waiter. Didn’t the old man see that his mediocre menu was killing him, and making him serve tables was the ultimate insult. He was, after all, the best cook of all this shitty restaurant.     

A vision pushes him, half-way in a move to pick a fresh tray of rolled bread, to stop ruminating his dark cloud to instead freeze in place.  

A little writing pad in hand, you hair styled into a practical but elegant way, your old uniforme clinging to your curve, you were standing in front of a table of happy imbeciles ( ready to all order medium well prime ribs for sure he presume) who’s was devouring you with their eyes. But the worst, for Sanji, was your smile, a generic one but a rare sign he hadn’t had the joy to see for way too long. 

Seeing you like that, moving like a fish in the water around the tables, was bringing back the best and the worst moment of his life all at once,twisting his guts. And he knew exactly who to blame for that. 

Turning on his heels, returning in the busy kitchen, his footstep quick and stiff, he easily spotted his mentor. 

“ Zeff, why the hell is she here ?” Sanji asked, not feeling the need to clarify who ‘she’ could be. The old pirate already knew, of course, only him could have made her come to help as a waiter.

“ We’re under staff, little eggplant, she knows the job. Deal with it.” Zeff replied, his focus on inspection of the plates ready to go. 

“ Really, even after you know our history ? Let me bring back your ex here and tell you the same. Would you deal with it ? “ 

“ Ex and History” The old man crackle” Is that what you call your little pathetic teenage adventure ? Anyway,you’re welcome to try to bring my Ex here, but I encourage you to prepare yourself to freeze your arse off. The bottom of the sea is pretty cold, just like that fucking witch. “ 

“ We don’t need her. We can absolutely run the restaurant like we have always do “ 

“ Sure we can,little eggplant, but we run way better now that she is with us. Anyway for what you did to the poor girl you deserve to feel some guilt. Now stop whining and get out of my kitchen ! “ The chef cut the discussion crossing his arms, his expression dissuading any replies. 

His lips pressed in a thigh line, facing his second defeat of the day against the old man, Sanji makes his way to the double door, before stopping at only a few each of the exit, his breath stuck in his throat. 

Entering the overheated place, ready to ask for the order of your customers, you briefly meet his gaze, momentarily losing your smile, regaining it as you face Zeff. 

“ Four prime ribs…” You begin to say. 

“ Let me guess, medium well ?” Sanji sarcastically said from the doors.

“Medium well for table five “ You still finished trying to ignore his chuckles or the caress of his gaze on you after so long. 

“ Ignore him, little peach. Four prime rib mediums-well for table five !” Zeff advises you, before shouting the order. 

“ I do my best uncle…Chef “ You smile, remembering your kitchen manners.  

“ This table seems like a bunch of idiots, let me serve them for you “ The blond offered, his voice softened. 

“ I can handle them myself, thank you “ You coldly replied,leaving him behind, trying to regain control of your emotions. Even after all those years, your traitorous heart was responding to his presence.  

Making a stop at a few of your tables, seeing on the side Sanji do the same on his own. You gave table five their drink. It was obvious that those four weren't the best sailor sailing on the east blue. It was in fact, almost a miracle that people around them hadn’t complained since they were one of the most noisy tables around. But, you didn’t need his help, you will follow the plan even if the avoid part was now near impossible. 

“ two old fashioned, a whisky net, a beer and a long Island “ You enumerate, placing the drink in front of the right person, putting the last one in the middle. “ You’re order is place in the kitchen I will come back soon to give you your food” 

“ Wait pretty ! “The taller one exclaimed, pushing gently the long island in front of you “ This one's for you “

“ I’m sorry, I can’t accept it or drink on the job.” You declined,plastering a polite smile on your lips. 

“ Oh come on pretty, only a sip, we will not tell ! “ Another with greasy hair laughs. 

“ No thank you, Gentleman, I will come back with your order soon “ You firmly answer suddenly feeling the hand of the tall one grab you arm. 

“ It’s not polite, we had brought you something, you could at least drink a little of it with us.” 

Opening your mouth to put them back at their place, you hear Sanji behind you, his voice cold as ice. 

“ First of all, a gentleman should never force a lady or touch her without consent “ The blond tells, removing finger by finger the hand of the man on your arm. “ Second, the lady say no, drink yourself your poisonous gift and let her work in peace.”

“ Sanji, it’s okay, those gentlemen were about to lower their tone and let me go” You explain embarrassedly, looking around to see many side eyes enjoying the drama. Pirates, as well as most of people,were always fond of dramas.

“ Calm down, we are only trying to know her better “ The third protest, throwing to your Ex a dark gaze. 

“ Trying to know her,while she is stuck at serving you and already told you no.”

“ Sanji…” You tried. 

“ It isn’t a way to treat a lady forcing her to endure your deplorable attempt. Just face it, she’s too good for all of you” Sanji finished.

“ Oh, that’s it, you want her for you lover boy “ The taller laugh” Sorry to say it to you but at the gaze she give you, you seem to have less chance that’s us” 

“ Oh no, not at all. I already have the pleasure to kiss her sweet lips, even if she annoy by me, I could never be lower than you.” The blond smirked. 

“ That���s enough ! Gentlemen, I came back with your plate. Please lower your tone, you disturb the dining room and you,come with me !” You said,taking Sanji's hand, forcing his taller stature than yours to follow you in one of the storage rooms. 

The room, lit by a solitary lightbulb, was one you didn’t come to really often, only once in fact and it was that fatidical day. Surrounded by the many shelfs full of goods, you take three deep breaths before facing the only one you wanted to not face today. 

“This was ridiculous” You abruptly said“ Everything was under control and they didn’t have to know our past history.” 

“ Under control ? “ Sanji laughed,closing his eyes before tilting his head. “ Ma chérie, he gripped your arm. I know you hate that I was right about those idiot but I truly had help you there” 

“ I’m not your chérie, not anymore” You remind him, the old wound reopening slowly.

You could perfectly remember that day. You turned seventeen in two days and, as your birthday was approaching, your dad had promised you that you would be the one doing the delivery alone to the Baratie for now on. Excited about the news, you had sailed to tell Sanji the good news. But, as you had searched the kitchen, the dinner room and even climbed to his room, you couldn’t find him. It’s only when a cook told you he had seen him near the storage that you regain hope. However, as you were approaching the room, you didn’t have the force to go further.

His hands, who had so gently touched you, were locked around another girl's waist, his lips you loved so much pressed against hers. Only his gaze, enlarged in shock, was fixed on you. Tears were rolling on your cheeks without you even noticing that you were crying. The only thing you noticed was a piercing pain in your chest and your body reacting by himself, stepping away as Sanji was trying to reach you, calling your name, telling you that he was sorry. 

You hadn’t answered, running as fast as you can. This year, you didn’t make the delivery at the Baratie. It was only when your father felt sick that you finally take your place in the delivery bargain, only dealing with Zeff and no one else.  

“ You had broken my heart, Sanji, remember ? “ You painfully said, angry about yourself to hear a point of sadness in your voice.

“ Y/N I was young…” He sighs, guilt painting his trait.

But, as you were trying to calm your heart,years of anger filling your veins.

“ You were young…that's your excuse ?!” You spit, your hand turning into fist. “ After all those years, I was waiting for an explanation who’s never come, crying every night. I finally thought I was able to get over it but it was it...you were young ?…I was too ! “

“  I know I am the one at fault here but you weren't the only one to suffer” Sanji muttered, his gaze darken, refusing to meet yours “ I didn’t know why I did it, and would you have accepted to see me, talk to me ? Your father was looking at me like he wanted to gutter me like his fish and Zeff wasn’t better, kicking me everytime he heard you were crying, whether it was my fault or not ! “ 

“And for today ? If it should have one who doesn't want to see the other it should be me. So what’s your problem !?” You abruptly asked. 

“ My problems…My problems is that I hate having to fight everyday with Zeff about his shitty menu and I hate he put fucking oregano everywhere ! I hate that he has asked you to help knowing how it will make me feel, I hate how sexy you look in that uniform and the way that throws me back. I hate those guys who hit on you without knowing how a fucking brat you can be. “ 

Sanji answered, passing angrily his hand on his hair,planting his gaze in yours. 

“But I hate even more that I was scared of my feelings back then ! I was a coward okay, you were amazing I freak out ! I used to think about how to impress Zeff every day and night, new recipes or new knowledge to become the best chef but the only thing I was about to think about was you. If you would come with your dad the next day, would you enjoy my Risotto or hate it? Should I make you something sweet ? Did you enjoy our kisses as much as me? How can your skin be so soft under my hands or did my hand feel too rough? Did you think of me as much as I did of you? I was falling in love so fast with you but I knew I didn’t deserve you.”

Letting a sigh escape his lips as his voice takes a more annoyed or that is an embarrassed tone as he continues his confession. You couldn’t turn your gaze of his, mute by his raw feeling finally exposed. 

“Yet, the worst of all is that I hate the fact that I still do it after all those years. Every night I ask myself if you will be the one doing the delivery tomorrow, will I be able to have a glance of you or will you finally meet my gaze, will you stay mute like everytime or finally say hello and forgive me, that’s is my problems Y/N” 

You didn’t know at first what to say, anger having left his place to sadness. As you were standing both still. You could clearly tell by some details in his features and physics how much he had grown since the last time you had stood like that face to face. But being scared wasn’t a reason, neither erased his act or the pain you had endured. Worst, how could you trust him after all this. 

“ Well, at least after all this time, I have answers. Yes, I think about you everyday. But it also hurts me everyday,how could I trust you, I don’t know you anymore. The last time I was here we were young and you made the choice to hurt me. It’s too late for us,maybe we could try again someday, in another life. “

Leaving him behind, heading back to the restaurant level, trying to catch the tears from falling out of your eyes, you distantly heard Zeff asking you if everything was okay. Nodding of the head, putting back a smile on your lips, you take your orders and come back to the dining area. 

As the sun was pursuing its course, coloring the sky with a vibrant shade of orange, pink and purple. You gave a hug to Zeff, his smell, a mix of leather, sea salt and spice recomforting you.

“ Thank you for your help Little Peach. I know it wasn’t easy with…all this…but you truly help us today “ He tells, freeing you of his bear hug. 

“ I was glad to be able to help Uncle Zeff” 

Lifting his gaze to the restaurant, the old man seems to shortly struggle to find his words, playing nonchalantly with one of his braids.

“ Sanji isn’t a bad kid, a brat who made some terrible mistake, yes, but I think he really regretted what he had done. I made him regret it too for your sake of course, little Peach…But I saw how his mistake had made him grow. Sometimes you have to lose a treasure you thought was already yours to realize how important it was for you. “ 

“ I know Zeff “ You smiled, letting so many things go unsaid,trying not to cry again. After all, how do you explain to the old man that feeling of not knowing that man in a suit when you had only known him with a cook uniform or unable to knot a necktie.Or knowing perfectly why his loyalty to the pirate chef will forever prevent him from leaving the restaurant.“ Same hour tomorrow ? “ 

“ Like always” The old chef smiles, helping you step in your small boat, watching you leave his dock. “ Keep your feet dry “

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A week later. 

The fresh air of the morning was filling your lungs. On the water, the fishing boat was immobile, painting a peaceful image succeeding alway to put you at ease. 

As you were preparing the stall, for your opening of the day, careful adjusting the spice jars on their little shelfs, waiting for the fisherman to bring your fresh fish, you heard a small cough. 

“ So it was you who sold all that oregano to the old man, “ Sanji's voice gently said, as if he was trying to not scare you away. 

Standing at only a few steps of you, a duffel bag on his shoulder, his suit and tie impeccable in the sleepy dock market, you take a full minute to process his presence. 

“ You had left The Baratie…” You shockingly said, more a realization of a thing you thought would never happen than a question. “ I mean, what are you doing here ?” You finally asked, still unsure if it wasn’t a trick of your brain. Young Sanji would never leave the restaurant or miss an opportunity to learn kitchen tricks, other than for necessary utility.

“ Yes, Zeff had sent me as a return of favor for the help you gave us and I didn’t protest” He replied, taking a few precautionary steps, the idea that you still could decide to attack him by throwing one of the jars at his face, not far in his brain. “His precise words were to work my ass off or be ready to have my butt kicked. Look, I know that I mess up everything and I will regret it all my life. But I’m well intended to work right today and prove to you that we can maybe have a…fresh start ? “ 

“ A fresh start “ You repeat, considering the idea. Even if nothing could change the past, you had, in the last week, known that climbing to it now that you had your answers wouldn’t help you in any aspect of your life. And, now that miracle seems to happen, it was maybe all you need. “ You will not say to the clients that oregano is for savages, is that clear ? “ 

“ Even if it’s the truth ? “ He asked, an amused smile playing on his lips. “ We will have to review the quantity you send to the restaurant it’s way too high “ 

“ You really have a problem with it are you “ You let yourself joke. 

"Hadn’t hated another herbs as much as this one, “ Sanji replied, putting aside his bag.

“ Maybe your taste is just too fancy” You laugh, feeling your heart seem to regain its pace for the first time in a long time.

“ Maybe that’s why your lips always look to me like a one of a kind delicacy “ Sanji flirted. 

“ Sanji, fresh start !” You laugh, returning to your opening preparation. “ Just for that you will refill the oregano jar ! “ 

“ Yes Madam “ The blond cook responded, a smile on his lips, a spark you thought long gone freshly back in his eyes. “ Fresh start “ 

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Bonus : 

His old back against one of the piles supporting the platform surrounding the restaurant, his wooden leg removed, Zeff was smiling. 

“ They aren’t bad kids, mistakes have been made, kicks have been given. But it’s the good things in life. Errors make you grow and paths who’s we thought never crossed come back. Often it doesn't work, but I hope for them it will.” 

“ I hope Zeff, you have grown too, you had more lines in your face than the last time”  The timeless woman said, his head resting on his crossed arms, the lower half of his body undulating in the dark water.  

“ It’s not everybody who’s an immortal sea witch, “ Zeff replied. 

“ I had offered you to share my ageless life, you had decline it “ She remind him. 

“ The little eggplant needed me, he was only a child. But I never thought you would forget us on that rock. “ He argued, still bitter of the memory. 

“ Time is an abstract notion for us, but you survive, don't you ? “ The sea witch smiles, having the decency to look embarrassed of his own mistake.

“ Will you forget me when I die” Zeff asked. 

“ Probably, but the water will remind me of Red boots Zeff and his sacrifice to save a little human.” She simply said, returning into the deep of the sea.

Turning his gaze to the stars, Zeff smiled.

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Another creation , Yoshi egg and his apple.

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I did this plant and i'm so happy about it I wanted to post it. Maybe I will sell some one day who knows but for now i'm just happy I guess.

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I finally finish my Damien Haas drawing !

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Looking forward to your next story, I hope you’re doing ok! I was wondering, have you seen Undercovers? It’s on Tubi and Ben plays a main character, he is so cute in it 💗

Hi !

I'm doing fine thank you. I'm really sorry I just leaved like that. Writting was just becoming to much for me and gave me some blank page syn-drome . But I slowly start to write again.

I sadly didn't watch Undercovers even with all my effort to find it. Even now I search on Tubi and don't find it ( its maybe due to country limit since i'm from canada). But i will continu tu search for watch it.

Thank you for your message that's mean a lot to me !

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Can’t wait to read your next story!

Thank you ! 

I had some problem with Tumblr and take a break but I will release one soon I swear ! 

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Hi Marie! it’s been awhile since I read a new story from you. I don’t want to rush you but I’m looking forward to read it! Hope you have a great day!

Hi !

I’m so sorry for the late reply ! 

I had some problem with tumblr recently and discovered that writing was starting to take me most of my free time if not all of it and pushed me in a state of stress giving me blank page syndrome. So I just decided to take a break for a little while, but I will come back pretty soon with new stuff I promise !

Thank you for your patience and support !

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So I found each and every one of these photos of Benny-Boo on Getty Images yesterday and I somehow didn’t get to posting them until now. I used this one site to easily remove the Getty Images watermarks from each of them. Link to the site is below:

https://tomato.to/

Also, I do plan on posting each of these on Instagram but I want to get to posting my PicsArt images on there since I’ve had them for a few months now.

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OMFG.

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HENRY CAVILL as Sherlock Holmes in Enola Holmes (2020), dir. Harry Bradbeer

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Simz Art on Instagram

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The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993) dir. Henry Selick

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could you do a story where the reader and ben schwartz work together doing improve and they always kind of flirt with each other but neither of them admit their feelings for each other using the “what is this? what are we really?” prompt

Improv or Real 

Ben Schwartz x Reader

A/N :Since I already write a similar request recently it take me a longer time to came out with a fresh new way to write it. I hope you will like it and that you will let me know.  

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there. —-

Ben wasn’t able to forget. For a strange reason, the words of the reviews of the few dates of your Improv shows had been floating in his brain, keeping him half awake all night and still obsessed as he was preparing himself for the show. 

 “ The duo of Ben Schwartz and Y/N Y/L/N was so funny, that I had to wipe my eyes many times because I was laughing to the point of crying. “ - Variety  

“Ben Schwartz and Y/N Y/ L/ N  were so creative and unique. Their chemistry is really something else. “  - 

“ The comedic duo of Ben Schwartz and Y/N Y/L/N had improv in front of us four ideas pitch by the crowd, starting to : having a baby ( Forming a so cute couple that you wish find out that it was true) to losing a clown job ( Where still here, you can see between the jokes, by the way they touch, how much they care of each other). Long after the show, I had still laughed at some of the jokes and situations I heard that night. 

They are still on tour if you don’t want to miss the chance to see them live and have a good laugh. For me, as I write this article, I still remember my favorite moment and hope that someday, they will announce that they are, in fact, a couple. “  - Buzzfeed 

The critics were beyond his hope, but it was the last one who caught the most his attention. The idea of you and him dating wasn’t new. Few of your commun friends had sometimes tried to know if something was happening between you two, but, it always both made you laugh. It wasn’t rare, still, that you flirt just for the fun of it, or, on stage for the need of a sketch. 

Never before had he considered that maybe, it could have truly had some things between you and him. It was true that you were the most beautiful woman he ever saw in his life and that your creativity was the perfect complement to his humour. As well as you always were there for him, supporting i’m even in his toughness decision.   

“ Ben are you okay ? “ You ask him as you were adjusting your shoes, only a few minutes before running on stage.  

“ Yes, yes. I’m good and you ? “ Ben replied, trying to stay calm as your smile seemed to illuminate the dark backstage. 

“ I’m always ready” You joked, taking his hand in yours for your entry. 

“Ben, Y/N, in three...two...one go !” 

Running on stage, letting all his parasites through behind, he puts a smile on his face and starts to play. 

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The public were still cheering and clapping when you left the stage. 

It was the fifth show of the little improv tour you have scheduled with Ben and the success of those nights had been already way much higher than your expectation. 

Every night, the theater was full and the ideas suggested by the crowd pushed your duo to produce some of the most weird and funny scenarios you could imagine. Putting you and Ben in situations you never thought could happen.  

“ Did you hear that guy in the third row, he laughed so hard I was sure to see him fall off his chair.” Ben laughs, pushing the backstage door of the corridor leading to your dressing room. 

“ Yes “ You laugh. “ And when you carried me bride style, when we played the young couple and I fake to slap my head on the frame door. The laugh of the woman in the second row” 

“ It was so funny ! I kind of enjoy carrying you like that too, It was like a strange hug” He laughed, still giving you a side look, smiling.

Replying to his smile, the few critics you had read before stepping on stage started to float in your mind, pushing you to examine your best friend from a different angle. 

The many allusions of Ben and you as a couple had at first make you laugh. Never it had come to your mind that, maybe, it could become a real thing. 

It wasn’t that you never thought of him that way, no, it was more that you were scared to find that unless of you, he not for a moment thought of you like that. 

Until tonight. You were in the middle of a sketch where you were pretending to go on a weird date when it came to the time when Ben had to kiss you. It wasn’t the first time, but this one seemed to be different. The pressure of his lips more present, the arms around your waist more tight, he even stays way much longer that usual.

 When you break apart, his gaze catches yours, making your heart skip a beat.

As you reached for your dressing room, you couldn’t resist to ask. 

“ Ben...what happened on stage...that kiss was really…” You start. 

“ Yeah, I think I should apologize I...“ Ben quickly replied . 

“ No ! That’s ok I just...What is this ?...What are we really ? We act like friends for so long and just now you kiss me and what...I’m just...confused…” You reply, a mix of feeling spreading into your body. 

“ I...I don’t know, I think it’s that review who had messed with my head...But I really liked kissing you for real there “ Ben confesses, passing a hand into his hair.

“ Me too” You answer, the knock on your stomach vanishing a little “ So...what are we gonna do  ?” 

“ What do you think of stopping pushing pressure on us, going on a normal date and figuring it all out later ? The night is still young…and I’m starving “ 

“ I like that idea” You answer. 

Getting out of the theater, planning your official date, you push away the review in a corner of your mind trying to go at your rythme and enjoying that new reality.

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