Zoro: Sanji, I don’t mean to alarm you… but I’m in a police car…
Sanji: For fuck sake Zoro, you’ve been a cop for 10 years stop starting text messages with that it’s not funny anymore
“TOP is just magic. He’s a mix of a curious young boy and a wise old man. Intelligent with a sense of humor.”
171104 • Happy Birthday Choi Seung Hyun a.k.a Bigbang’s T.O.P! May the universe conspire to bring you lots of happiness and ice cream the world has to offer! 🐣💕
181104 • And I wish the same thing this year, too ✨
This is so self-indulgent but oh my god I don’t care
Sanji swung his leg over Katakuri’s chest, seating himself neatly on his collarbones. He cupped Katakuri’s face between his hands, gazing fondly down at him. “You know what you are?”
It would be easy enough to take a quick glimpse into the future, but sometimes, half the fun was in just guessing what Sanji would say next. “No. What am I?”
Sanji leaned in as close as he could, fingers sliding up to tease at the edges of Katakuri’s mouth. “Promise you’ll believe me? Promise you’ll agree?”
It was an odd request, but Katakuri knew how stubborn Sanji could be about what he wanted. “I promise.”
“When I tell you, repeat it after me. It’s the damn truth and I will hear you say it.”
“Very well, I will.” This was likely just another of Sanji’s little quirks, but Katakuri found himself eager to see where the man was going. He’d made the right choice, not using his foresight; everything was so much more exciting this way. “Come on then. What am I?”
“You’re cute as fuck,” Sanji told him.
Ah. He hadn’t expected that, and he could feel blood rushing to his cheeks beneath Sanji’s grasp. But he was a man of his word, after all.
“I am cute as fuck,” Katakuri repeated, solemnly.
He’s cute as fuck.
