Let's play a game! it's called guess my new hyperfixation. this blog is dedicated to fanfic,fandom and ships I like ! I'm a writer myself see. I write once every blue moon.
an idea I find hilarious is where Steve's parents are good parents but most importantly they're massive giganteous NERDS but even better ? They're concretly dumbass.
I want a Mrs. Harrington - can I call her sophie ? Im calling her Sophie- who's gorgeous like hand down prettiest girl in town when she was younger but then she's goes home and she just like go full gremlin mode stained jogging headband and thick ass glasses and baggy tshirt. My girl right there is a bookworm that why she need glasses and she lounges in comfy close to read. She regret every day she did not pass the passion of reading to Steve. When steve told her letters were jumbing around the page and moving she said 'Oh yeah make sense.' Like I said : dumbass
I want a Mr Harrington - Richard ? Richard.- Ice man. Not a smile on his face, work centered, never talk except for works just as beautiful as his wife and then he goes home and becomes a man child(affectionate) like my man still don't talk but catch him on a subject he like he will neeeeever shut up. My cartoon man right there who wanted to draw cartoon too but had a shitty dad.
But I want some shade, I want SPICE. My two blorbos right there didn't love each other that much and thought the other would hate them or mock them for who they truly were until one day they discovered that daaamn. Living and loving your spouses is better when they let you enjoy the things you love ! And then they went into lovebirds mode.
There's still not home often even though they try, my idea is that they're both from family that struggled with money for some times and want to provide eveything for Steve but ultimately forgot to just be there. But like post season 2 or right at the end, they get a call about Steve being in a really bad fight while protecting kids and they run home. After that they try to come home more often which always end up in board game night.
Can anyone see my vision ????
Imagine this,
Nobody in the party ever heard of Steve parents even less saw them at this point they're not even sure they exist. The only one that vaguely met them were Robin after Starcourt and that's it. She didn't even talk to them she just saw a couple run in -ignoring Doctors and nurse- directly into Steve's room.
Dustin at this point considered Mr&Mrs Harrington to be cryptids. So imagine their surprise when after yet another Upside Down apocalypse everyone reunited into the recently back Byers' House to celebrate and Steve didn't come. Then they started to worry and Joyce decided to call his house to check. And when he answered all she heard was arguing in the back and everyone's worry skyrocketed. Steve was very casual when answering and he apologized for not coming apparently he forgot.
Until they heard Steve yell back.
' Give me my money, you traitor !' 'NO!' 'You always do this' ' DAD! Give her your money you owe Mom !' 'NO! She's in JAIL. I'm not paying a CRIMINELLE.' 'Oh MY GOD' 'You landed on my PROPERTY RICHARD.' 'FUCK YOUR CRIMINELLE ASS SOPHIE'
and that's how everyone learned that No Steve's parents were not cryptid, dead or else and that they were very passionate about monopoly.
-Post Arlong Park-
inspired by the folks over on the ZS Club discord who were talking about how weird Sanji would be having friends his age for the first time
Ironically went from the youngest to the oldest in the group going from the Baratie -> Crew
"If you sigh one more time," Perona sneers, button nose wrinkled, "I will not be held accountable."
She's far more pissy because the apron Mihawk's forcing her to wear while on bar does not match her outfit. It'd been such a stupid one-sided argument to walk into at 7:49 in the morning.
Zoro looks at his sister dead in the eyes as he lets out another sigh, this time through his nose. Perona fumes, turning towards the espresso machine and looking for the nearest item she can throw at him. She decides on the espresso shot glass just as the door is opened, obnoxious bell ringing once the top corner of the door taps against it.
There's nothing worse than your adoptive father, in what could possibly be a midlife crisis, deciding to open his very own little coffee shop. A whim of Mihawk's, since his other dubious ways of filling his pockets with money have not failed him. And Zoro has a suspicion that this whim sprouted because of some annoyance or other Mihawk had to go through at one of the many other coffee shops littering the city.
Zoro, painfully on register duty, turns to the up coming customer.
It's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to him: love at first sight.
Whoever the hell this stupid, idiot, blond haired, blue eyed monstrosity of an attractive man thinks he is......well, he probably is. And Zoro is thankful for it but he's going to hate every second of it because it's against everything he is to make things easy.
"Welcome to Yoru," he drones, eyes half-lidded because his soul is dead. "What do you want."
Perona leans close enough to subtly pinch his side. As self appointed manager, she thinks it's fine to abuse him into good customer service.
Zoro didn't even want this job.
He slaps her hand away, both never breaking eye contact with the beautiful blond in front of them. If the guy notices anything, he doesn't show it. His curly eyebrows are stupid and weird and Zoro cannot believe he wants to kiss the spiral.
Who has he become? It's the lack of sleep, probably.
"Do you have almond milk," the man says, his voice having a stupid accent that tickles Zoro's... well, it tickles something.
Zoro purses his lips, vaguely remembering that Mihawk's whole deal that landed him opening this coffee shop and employing his university-aged children was, in fact, because he does not believe in non-dairy milk.
Personally, that shocked Zoro a little. Then again, Mihawk's drink of choice is a an undertow with cold half-and-half. He thinks the kids of today have ruined perfectly good coffee with their whole oat milk and coconut milk and.... almond milk.
(Surprisingly, he is alright with soy. But just barely.)
"No," Zoro says.
Perona steps on his toes with her ridiculous platform boots. Zoro grits his teeth to keep from reacting.
"Sorry," he bites out.
Perona's foot lifts off his.
The man makes a noise of disappointment. "It's fine. I'll take an americano. Two pumps of hazelnut."
Zoro grabs one of the white to-go cups. It's doodled on by the self-proclaimed manager. It has a doodled head of each member of the Mihawk family with bats floating around them. Zoro isn't sure if he wants to give this beautiful man a cup with his doodled head on it.
He writes an "A" on the cup. Then he pauses, looking up at the man.
"Name."
The man blinks. "Sanji."
Zoro writes down his name. And then, impulsively and because he is, in fact, a grade-a jerk and he's (unfortunately) never going to see this handsome man and his stupid goatee again, he draws a 🌀.
"Five-oh-five," he drawls, tapping on the high-end register.
He pretends not to see Perona's glittering eyes when she notices the swirl, also known as: extra effort.
-
About two weeks later, Zoro's pulling a solo closing shift. Perona's got a seminar and on this day he has Calculus in the mid-morning, freeing up his entire afternoon.
It hasn't been very busy, but there's about two people that go to his university sitting around, laptops plugged in. Oh, and Luffy's here too, waiting for Zoro to close so he can eat any of the leftover pastries.
Zoro's looking at the list Perona's written labeled Closing Duties in her dumb and clear and freakishly neat all-caps handwriting. He's already closed down one side of the espresso machine, he's already washed two of the three milk-steaming pitchers, one of the two shot-glasses, the mat where they temp the espresso shot in the portafilter, the knock-box and the majority of the elegant dishes were the pastries are displayed.
He apparently has to restock now.
Ah, right. One of the first times Zoro closed, he didn't restock anything. Perona'd been insufferable for days; at dinner she'd glare and complain to Mihawk about him not pulling his weight, when she'd drive them both to university, she didn't let him fiddle with the aux to play his music even if they both enjoy some damn good old classical music.
Whatever, he doesn't want to deal with his dumb sister's shit. He crouches in front of an opened cupboard and grabs an unopened bag with cups stacked inside it.
At that moment, the bell jingles signaling either someone's leaving or someone's coming in. Zoro sighs and adjusts the cups in his hold as he looks over his shoulder.
It's the annoyingly attractive man with the stupid curly eyebrows and the cupid bow. Wow, he hadn't realized he remembered that last part.
Zoro swallows, setting the cups on the counter and walking to the register.
"Hello," says... Sanji.
Zoro remembered his name, he won't pretend he didn't.
"Yep," Zoro answers back and not knowing why he's chosen to say that out of literally anything else.
"Got any almond milk today?" Sanji asks, looking both playful and hopeful.
Zoro will literally fucking lunge over the counter right now if it weren't for the laws of this city. And also because that's weird as fuck. He remained blank-faced, only slightly catching Luffy tilt his head towards them with interest.
"Nope," Zoro responds. Then, and he'll pretend for the rest of his life it's because he's pretty sure Perona can hear him through the camera and not because the crestfallen look on Sanji's face makes his heart twitch, he adds, "Sorry."
Sanji waves a delicate-looking hand. He has a tote bag hanging off his shoulders with what looks like a laptop, some notebooks and a couple of books.
Oh my god, does he go to the same university as Zoro?
"I'll take an americano, two pumps of hazelnut."
Zoro, even though he'll be making the drink, still writes an A and then because he doesn't want to look like a creep he looks up at Sanji expectantly.
Sanji laughs a little. It is literally the sound of angels pissing or something.
"Sanji."
Zoro draws 🌀.
When he hands the drink to Sanji at the hand-off bar. He watches Sanji take note of the swirl, his lip twitching and that curly eyebrow raising too.
"Thanks," he says, and Zoro can't gauge the reaction.
"Sure," Zoro says and he watches him turn and leave.
Luffy gives him a huge smile and a thumbs up.
-
"Mihawk," Perona says during dinner one evening. "Zoro has a crush."
Mihawk looks up from the risotto he and his daughter have cooked, golden eyes unreadable as he looks at Perona then at Zoro. The slow rise of his dark eyebrow is both out of curiosity and interest.
Zoro pretends the conversation isn't about him and continues to shovel food into his mouth. Technically, he and Perona can move out whenever, but they're both either in university or (now) working in the coffee shop or hanging out with their respective social circles. They'd never be home and it'd be a pity to waste money on renting apartments they'd only be using, mostly, to sleep.
So they continue to live with their father. Mihawk, unaffectionate man he is, enjoys it. No one would know, but his children do.
"And who is this person that's captured Zoro's attention?" Mihawk asks, taking a sip of his red wine. He leans back in his seat, clearly interested in the topic of conversation.
Zoro dated a girl for most of high school, Kikunojo, before she moved to Wano for college and they split amicably. That'd been about three years ago. He hasn't dated anyone since.
Of course his dumb dad would be interested in this.
"She doesn't know what she's talking about," Zoro mutters. "Perona's unhinged, Mihawk, you should know this by now."
"Excuse you," Perona shrieks. "Luffy told me---"
"He wouldn't---"
"I've said I don't want that walking catastrophe in my shop."
Perona turns to him, clouds of pink hair bouncing with the gesture. "It's this guy that's come into the coffee shop about four times now and he asks for almond milk each time."
Mihawk makes a scandalized noise. Or, well, the equivalent to a scandalized noise.
"I don't have a crush on Sanji!"
Wrong thing to say. Both his dad and sister turn to him, identical look of glee on their expressions. It appears different on their faces, with Perona's dark eyes glimmering, lips in a sharp and evil grin. And Mihawk's expression still blank but this time both his eyebrows raised.
Man, Zoro hates his family.
"See, Mihawk," Perona says with a shriek of laughter. She tries to be demure and tries to hide her ugly laughing face behind her hand, but Zoro knows its there. Dumb wench. "See! Even has his name memorized!"
"Indeed," Mihawk murmurs.
They settle down, returning to eat because the last time they teased Zoro so much, Zoro left dinner early. And there’s two things Mihawk expects of his children: do not make him look a fool when they run off to do their shenanigans and to sit together at dinner.
Then, just as dinner is about to end, Mihawk says, "I suppose I should pick up a shift at Yoru..."
Zoro groans, throwing his fork onto his empty plate.
-
So, his dad picks up a few shifts and thankfully Sanji doesn't show up to any. Mihawk does show his stupid obsessive compulsive tendencies with the coffee shop and the cleaning and the way his children have things set up.
It's a headache each time. And that turns into a migraine when Perona, the only of the two to have develop some passion for the whole business, fights Mihawk about it during dinner.
Zoro's luck runs out though.
It's rainy outside and Sanji's beautiful, soft-looking blond hair is damp under the hood of his raincoat as he approaches the counter.
Zoro tries to play it cool, already convincing himself not to write down Sanji's name so that Mihawk, who's on bar, won't notice.
"Hey," Sanji greets with a crooked smile that will probably one day bring world peace. "Zoro."
Luffy and Nami had given him Zoro's name one day. They were trying to play wingmen but Zoro really wanted to throw his head into the dishwasher and die by either drowning or something. Choke on some suds or whatever.
"Hey," Zoro mumbles, grabbing a cup. He pulls his marker out and looks at Sanji.
"Got almond milk," Sanji mouths playfully.
Zoro shakes his head.
"Americano, two pumps of hazelnut," Sanji sighs but his smile is still curving his thin lips. This smile will also end world hunger, Zoro thinks.
For a name, Zoro doodles 🌀.
He rings Sanji up and he seriously thinks he's in the clear. But then he hears the noise Mihawk makes. It's just a simple little hum. No big deal. But Zoro was raised by this man so Zoro knows what every little weird noise he makes means.
He's caught on.
Zoro doesn't look up from the register when Mihawk hands Sanji his drink, nor does he look up when Sanji leaves.
-
"What would you drink," Zoro blurts out one afternoon. It's a solo close because of Perona's seminar.
Sanji looks at him, his stupidly long and pretty eyelashes fluttering with his blink of surprise. “Excuse me?"
"If we did have almond milk," Zoro elaborates, feeling his face grow uncomfortably hot. "What would you drink."
Sanji breaks into a smile that crinkles the corner of his visible blue eye. He should seriously stop doing that because Zoro will go into a violent cardiac arrest in the next five seconds.
"A latte with two pumps of hazelnut."
Zoro rolls his eyes. "So basically the same thing, just with milk instead of hot whatever."
"Mmm," Sanji hums, pressing his cell-phone onto the back of the register to make his payment. "Looks like the coffee shop's houseplant knows the difference in coffee drinks."
Sanji started to call him stupid plant names (because of Zoro's green hair) about three visits ago. He says its retribution for all the 🌀.
Zoro doesn't fucking care. Or, well, he does. He wants to kick Sanji's ass and then maybe kiss him. Whatever, anyway.
Sanji's visits have become more frequent. Sometimes he brings his tote bag with his school things, sometimes he does not. Once, he was accompanied by a tall dark haired woman and her weird boyfriend. Once he stayed at a table for about forty-five minutes and Perona, though enjoying every second of it, took pity on Zoro and sent him to lunch.
"Whatever," Zoro scoffs, starting to make the drink.
-
Perona's going on some camping trip with her stupid friends so she's at the super market. Zoro, Luffy and Nami have tagged along because she promised them food from the old diner in the heart of the city if they help her carry her groceries.
Well.
Zoro and Luffy are supposed to help her with the groceries. Nami's along for the ride because she's a witch and she enjoys watching Perona boss Zoro around.
It's annoying that one of his best friends is good friends with his sister. It's a kind of betrayal that should be considered sacrilege. Anyway, Nami is with Perona and Zoro and Luffy are perusing the aisles.
Luffy's opened a bag of chips he's loudly munching on as he looks at some of the popsicles in the coolers they're walking by. Zoro yanks him before he can grab a box and eat all six before they leave.
"So how's it going with Sanji?"
"How's what going with Sanji?" Zoro asks, scandalized.
Luffy looks at him, blinks his brown eyes and then laughs.
Zoro doesn't get the joke but before he can ask Luffy what the hell he means, Luffy shoves chips into his mouth and sees the pet aisle. Luffy yearns for a pet but his brothers won't let him adopt one because Luffy is the very definition of chaotic.
Zoro sighs, continuning his walk at his own pace. He sees the milks and pauses, staring at how much variety there is. Regular, nonfat, one-percent, oat and cashew, pistachio, soy and coconut, lacto-free.... and almond.
Zoro stares at the different brands of almond milk, his jaw twitching. He hears Luffy calling him over and Zoro makes an impulsive decision.
-
"What's that?" Perona asks about thirty minutes later, when they're paying and everyone is helping her move things from her cart to the conveyor belt as well as grabbing their own things they'll be purchasing on their own.
Luffy's eaten the chips. He says he doesn't remember ever opening a bag.
Little thief, Zoro thinks with amusement.
"What's what," Zoro asks, feeling his face go hot.
He isn't fast enough and he glares when he hears Perona and Nami's laugh, so loud he barely catches Luffy's encouraging cheers.
-
There's a carton of almond milk he keeps hidden behind the regular milk in the small fridge under the espresso counter.
He hasn't worked up the nerve to use it even if Sanji's stopped by every day for the past week. He looks a little haggard, like midterms are kicking his ass or something.
But it's on a day where he looks extra tired and Zoro's doing his solo closing shift that he works up the nerve. He sees him approaching, dressed in his chinos and button-down shirt. Zoro's heart does that weird thing that could be heartburn or actual love.
He moves to the espresso machine, pumps two shots of hazelnut onto the white cup and lets a double shot of espresso pour into the shot glass. Then, nervously, which he's never been nervous in his life, he pulls the almond milk out and starts to steam it.
Zoro's had crushes before, even Kikunojo had been a crush before it'd become a thing. After she'd left and they'd broken up for the better, Zoro's had crushes still. But he's never really done the whole pursuing thing. He's fickle like that. Has other priorities.
There's something about Sanji though.
He has the drink done and lidded with a 🌀 doodled on it just as Sanji pushes the door open and the bell jingles. Zoro wordlessly sets the cup down on the ordering counter.
"What's this?" Sanji asks, a dumb curly eyebrow raised and that world-saving smile curving is lips. "You? And good customer service? My, who are you and what have you done with my Mosshead?"
Zoro pretends he doesn't hear 'my'.
"Shut up and take the drink, asshole," he mutters, looking away.
Sanji's laughing as he pulls his phone out to pay, Zoro shakes his head. "On the house."
He thinks he likes the little pink splotching Sanji's cheekbones. It brings out the freckles. The smile is bashful and he hides it behind the cup as he takes a sip.
Zoro watches in real time when the notes hit him, his blue eyes growing a bit wide and his curly eyebrows raising.
"Almond milk?" he asks.
Zoro doesn't say anything. He looks down at the register's screen.
"Have you started carrying almond milk now?" Sanji asks, taking another sip.
"No," Zoro mumbles, feeling like his face is on fire. He raises a hand to run it through his messy green spikes. "You just... kept asking for it. So I got some. Just, yanno, for you."
Sanji, who Zoro's learned is quick-witted and always has something to say, doesn't say anything for the longest time. So long, that Zoro looks up from the register, first at the one person sitting at a table, then finally at Sanji.
"Oh," Sanji breathes, face pink, like Perona's hair. "I..."
He spins on the heels of his shoes and leaves. Zoro exhales long and sharp and kinda dejected. Well this kinda sucks.
Then, when he's moved to distract himself from the pang on his side. The doorbell jingles again and Zoro finishes washing the pitcher where he'd steamed the almond milk. He hears the jingle again. Great, two people in line. A distraction or whatever.
He turns around, but no one is there.
He walks closer to the ordering counter, looking around and peering over to see if someone's just crouching or something.
A ripped corner of a notebook rests on the counter, kept in place by the tip jar.
In loopy handwriting is a note saying "call me <3" and next to that is a phone number. Zoro's breathing hitches for a second and then he grins, looking up to see Sanji staring at him from the other side of the door, face still pink and hazelnut almond latte cradled in both his hands.
okay so i usually see zosan written as gay zoro and bi/pan sanji (which is totally cool and im not trying to hate on that w/ this post and if u prefer that ur interpretation is totally just as valid as mine!!) but I actually see it as the other way around.
So i first got the idea when i was doing some deep dive research into bisexual culture in the 19th century for my 21 page gay vampires history final paper (don’t ask lol). And it turns out that dual wielding blades is slang in Japan for bisexual. There are two different words for it but one of them, nitoryu (which admittedly from what i could glean is the less common one in terms of bi slang, but still!) is the one zoro uses to refer to his two-sword style. So then i was like “what sort of elevated plane must a triple wielding bisexual have reached?” And my pansexual sister went “may i suggest pansexuality?” And now i can’t stop thinking about it. Little kid zoro asks kuina about some couple he sees and she’s like “well they are romantic partners which means they care about each other the most and can trust each other to have each other’s backs in a fight. And also there’s kissing i guess. I don’t know.” And little zoro is like hmm okay ig. And then he does not think about it again, like, at all, until forever later when he’s a bounty hunter. He sees two people kissing or something and he’s like “oh yeah. Romance. Forgot that existed.” And then he basically decides that romance is someone who can always match you in a fight, but because zoro’s gonna be the best and also can’t yet conceptualize fighting that doesn’t involve swords he’s like ig I won’t have romance since no one will be able to match me sword fighting. And then he stops thinking about it again. Until he meets sanji. And sanji can match him in a fight, no problem, but also isn’t someone zoro has to get better than to become the greatesf swordsman. Sanji has his back in a fight. He cares a lot about sanji. Sounds awesome. Perfect romanic partner for him. But sanji also, kinda…pisses him off to no end. Because the guy has somehow got the idea in his head that only women and men can be romantic together, and zoro has literally never heard of this idea before and it makes no sense, and he can’t understand why the cook thinks it or why no one else finds it weird. He seriously cannot conceptualize what the hell mental gymnastics sanji is doing in his head to perceive the world so strangely and so differently from how it actually is. Where the heck does the cook get the idea that women are the complete opposite of men and are weak and in need of protection?? Instead how they really are: human, ultimately, just one way to be and capable of everything that men are. But zoro is kinda bad at articulating his thoughts so all this comes out more like “oi shit-cook, why are you acting so stupid?” And then sanji gets mad and they fight. But yeah pansexual zoro who does not give a shit what a person looks like as long as they can match him in a fight. I feel like it fits really well with his backstory/character.
Okay so then i got thinking about sanji, and here’s the thing. The way he treats women in canon really bothers me, and it comes off as so performative and definitely gives Learned Behavior. So i was thinking where he might have learned it. And here’s my theory. Sanji loves to feel helpful and wanted. So when he starts working on the Baratie he acts so gentlemanly and polite and doting to everyone. And a lot of fragile little man egos on the staff and among the guests can’t handle it and he gets hit a lot, and zeff of course kicks everyone who does that off the boat, but still it’s gonna stick with such a traumatized kid. And so he gradually focuses his attention on the women who will coo over this cute little kid trying so hard to be all suave and mature. And it feels nice to him to be told positive things like he never got before in germa. After feeling useless his whole life, being complimented feels so nice that he starts getting a little desperate for it. And I can’t imagine that every single cook and guest on the baratie would have fantastic views on gender, or that zeff would have the time and vocabulary to sit him down and explain how he was slowly drifting into the realm of misogyny and why that was bad. So he probably picked up a lot of stupid ideas about how men should act around women and what women wanted, and there were no women working on the baratie to explain things to him or provide a counter example. And he starts fearing being perceived as weak as well so being vulnerable around men becomes something he avoids, because he is exposed to all this macho, toxic masculinity bs, and no one is explaining that it’s wrong to him. And then puberty hits and suddenly he’s getting teased by all the cooks who perceive his doting on women as trying to get in their pants. And he internalizes that as “this is how im supposed to act” and so he starts being performative about it, and it’s encouraged so it only gets worse. Especially because he’s so terrified of being vulnerable, that when he begins to experience his gay awakening he shoves it down as far as it can go and starts putting more emphasis onto how “obviously heterosexual” he is. And then he meets zoro, who is every thing he wants to be without even trying. He’s masculine and strong and respected and doesn’t need to perform like sanji does to be perceived as any of those things. And sanji also finds him really, really attractive, as terrified as he is to admit it, so he constantly gets angry at the guy and picks fights on purpose to avoid confronting his own feelings. So yeah gay sanji, cause i really just can’t read his wierd heart eyes routine around women as anything but a performance for heteronormativity. Someone put that man in therapy.
but yeah that’s my argument for pan zoro x gay sanji.
So there Sanji is, in the middle of a situation in which a crazy old, super genius scientist has gone missing. Typical shit for the Straw Hats, right, to just find these types of people. Sanji's literally unfazed at this point.
But then the idiot marimo walks in, practically wearing nothing.
What the hell is his problem, Sanji thinks as he fights for his life to hide his double-take, his wide eyes, his slack jaw.
Zoro waltzes in like he isn't wearing an all black skin-tight suit leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. His dumb eye is half-lidded, like he's bored. But the furrow of his eyebrows give away how much of a pissy mood he's in.
But whatever, what's new, Zoro's always in a pissy mood.
Sanji ignores that, waves a mental hand at the thought to steer it clear and away from whatever kind of euphoria he's heading to. Listen, after Iva and the rest of the Queens, Sanji can appreciate everyone and Nami looks gorgeous, Robin looks gorgeous, shit, even Usopp looks gorgeous along with that beautiful, beautiful lady that just walked in with Brook and, well. Him.
He blinks, trying to at least look like he's focusing on the conversation happening around him. He's pretty sure they're deciding to split up to find the old scientist guy. Damn, he hates splitting up. Shit always goes bad when they split up.
Sanji's heart-shaped eyes shift from Nami to Robin to Stussy to.... Well, back to Nami. He grits his teeth, incapable of controlling himself so he takes a hard side-glance at Zoro who's sighing in both boredom and annoyance.
Oh my god, his ass.
Sanji's throat is suddenly dry.
Stussy says.... something. He can hear the different timbre of every person speaking but whatever they're saying is just noise at this point. He's getting a little overstimulated by how beautiful everyone around him is.
"Stussy," he purrs, twirling his way to her. "I'll go with you!"
"Fine," Zoro's drawling as he turns away from everyone. "I guess I'll look too. S'a geezer with a sawed off head, right?"
Sanji's heart stutters and his brain freezes. He automatically turns to pounce on Zoro's retreating back, wrapping an arm around his throat and pressing their front and back together.
"Hold up, marimo," he just about wails. "You're gonna go off to look for someone?"
He feels more than hears Zoro let out another sigh.
"Who the hell is gonna find you, then?" Sanji continues and he feels Chopper come to a hover just over his shoulders.
"Zoro, please!" he wails. "Just stay here!"
Robin appears, smiling at them in that very beautiful yet very terrifying way of hers. "Or you and Sanji can partner up and search."
Sanji's in the middle of convincing himself that copping a feel of Zoro's very outlined chest is not a good thing. He blinks, turning glazed blue eyes from Chopper to Zoro to Robin and back to Zoro.
"What?"
Zoro sighs once again. Sanji's getting sick of it.
"Fine, whatever," he mutters as he shoves Sanji off him. "Not like twirly coming with me is gonna be of much help. He's a nuisance."
"I'll show you nuisance," Sanji shrieks, stomping after him and seizing from giving Zoro a well deserved shove when he sees his legs doing the simple thing of walking away.
What a work of art.
Man, he needs to focus here.
Sanji turns his head this way and that, staring at the whozats and whazzats. Fancy gadgets he doesn't understand but look nice and shiny and very tempting to touch. He doesn't of course, because he knows what self control is. He does shove a cigarette between his teeth and lights it up. And then he shoves his hands in his loose shorts pockets.
The bomber jacket Zoro's wearing makes swish-swish noises with every swing of Zoro's arms. It's distracting, like his entire outfit is. There's literally so much to unpack here.
Literally.
Sanji clears his throat. "You...uh.... You pick your outfit on your own?"
Zoro tilts his head to look at him, his mouth in a frown. He's so distracting, Sanji thinks. He hates how distracted he is by someone like Zoro who has stupid green hair that's fuzzy and spiked and slicked back and a dumb gray eye that looks at him with amusement and an even dumber scar on his face that----
Well, he looks dumb.
Zoro raises an eyebrow and looks down at himself, as if taking notice of his wardrobe change for the first time. He hums, contemplative. He pulls at the black suit, but it isn't elastic-y and seems to be fitted to fit all of him. Him and his dumb stupid enormous muscles. And whatever that is, in between his----
Well, he looks dumb.
"Don't think this would be my first choice," he says in that lazy and nonchalant drawl of his. "Hate the boots."
"Hate the boots," Sanji mocks, curving his mouth.
Zoro looks at him again, his gloved hand absentmindedly running up and down his front. "What's your issue?"
"Stop distracting me," Sanji sneers, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"I'm literally not doing anything," Zoro says with an amused laugh. "So we're looking for this old guy, right?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever." Yeah that's the plan, right, yeah. Sanji's the brains in this duo, he needs to start acting like it. Needs to stop thinking with his dick. Needs to focus. Needs to lock in. "Right."
"Okay," Zoro says, again, with an amused laugh.
Sanji whirls to face him, accusatory finger out again. Then he makes the mistake of poking Zoro's chest and it all just goes straight to hell from there. He whines a little. That's what gives him away.
Zoro's oblivious, so he hadn't even realized how hot and bothered Sanji's been since the moment he met up with the rest of the group, Not until this very moment, at Sanji's expense.
Zoro furrows his brow and looks down at where Sanji's finger is poking at his chest and then up at Sanji again. His grin his wolfish and smug and Sanji wants to slap it off. Whether with his mouth or his hand, it's up for debate still.
"Yeah?" Zoro drawls, sharp canine glinting with the obnoxious amount of lighting in here. "Is this what does it for you, cook?" He chuckles, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. "Interesting. Didn't know I fit the bill for your little fantasies too."
Sanji sniffs, feeling the dribble of blood making its way down and out his nostrils. "Shut your filthy mouth, you algae--"
Oh fuck it.
Sanji opens his palm and cups at Zoro's chest. Something like another whine escapes him. Zoro leans forward, his tongue peaking out.
He licks the trickle of blood on Sanji's upper lip. This is all too much.
"Idiot," Zoro laughs as he walks away.
Sanji hates to see him go, but he loves to see him leave.
