he loves... | sanji x reader

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warnings for strong language. that's all.

(Y/N) wasn't freaking out. Well, that was what she was trying to convince herself of; mostly because she was sure she had become—by this point—familiar with all of the sales people around the mall.

The reason? She was unable to find a gift for her favorite blonde cook and she was not only running out of options but also out of time. Defeated, (Y/N) searches for her phone, going through her contacts list and when she finally locates the number of the orange-haired friend that could help her in this predicament; she brings the device to her ear, listening to the sound of utter hell as she waits for Nami to pick up.

"Hello?" (Y/N) had never felt more relieved to hear Nami's voice in her life.

"Nami! I need—"

"—Gotcha! Leave your message after the—" ...I'm going to kill her.

"Fuck you, Nami!" (Y/N) throws her phone down somewhere in the inside of her car before banging her fists against the steering wheel of her car as she sits in the leather seat, throwing her head back in frustration; she closes her eyes as she is consumed by the impending doom of not having anything to gift Sanji for his birthday.

I mean, what do you gift someone like Sanji—One would think anything related to cooking and she was on the right track until her friends appeared and decided to casually rain on her parade.

Nami had bought him an expensive set of kitchen knifes he had mentioned, he liked once, while watching some cheap television program; Robin bought him a really big—full of extravagant recipes—kitchen book, a real gem for the cook since it had recipes from all over the world. She had found it in one of her trips with her husband Franky, who by the way, being a carpenter was remodeling his entire kitchen to make it more professional to the cook's taste.

These guys, I swear...

Luffy had bought, well, more like gotten him a dog named Chopper, he was a little puppy that Luffy had rescued while on a school trip and he was just the most beautiful thing ever; however she had learnt from Marco, Luffy's older brother, that it was likely that the puppy would have to stay with them since Luffy was unable to detach himself from the pup— At least, Luffy was the only one who had tried to give him something completely unrelated to cooking.

Bless your soul, Luffy.

Usopp being Usopp, had gotten him some weird seasonings and stuff he had bought in a local hidden market, his girlfriend Kaya had discovered while on a trip in Logue City; apparently they were pretty weird to find and were extremely good for a chef, as long as they were in the right hands.

(Y/N) did not know any more capable hands as those from Sanji when it came to cooking.

And then there was Zoro, who as expected from Roronoa Zoro was giving him sake. And that's to say he appreciates the cook, it's his sake after all— and the group knows that Zoro doesn't shares his sake—at all; well... the good one, anyways.

(Y/N) knew she could always call Sanji's dad and ask him for advice but she didn't wanted to do that; in her mind, calling old man Zeff just a few hours away from his son's birthday party and ask him what would be a good gift for him, might be just a little too wrong.

Fuck.

(Y/N) sighs deeply, disappointed and resigns herself as she goes to start her car. She had to be at Sanji's place in about four or five hours, she could figure something out from now till then.

Yeah, she could do that...

...

But she didn't; and therefore she now stood outside Sanji's place, empty handed and about to have a fit because she was sure she was going to be the only one without a present for the cook and just with what face could she do that?