#drunk sanji

[sibmakesart]

pathetic wet man

[yoda-techimaru]

“Too close.”

“C’mon, don’t be so stiff about it.”

There were nights Sanji drank too much.

Nights he laughed too easily.

Nights he stayed too close.

Zoro remembers.

Sanji doesn’t.

“What He Doesn’t Remember”

Read on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84210306/chapters/222096996

[chitanzerposts]

This was the last sketch in my sketch book so I decided to finish it for fun and to celebrate a "completed" sketch book. Lol

[guess1mjustheren0w]

Imagine this happening

Drunk out of his brains Sanji: Excuse me my dears *Moves past Robin and Nami* *Sees Zoro, Usopp and Luffy and stumbles over to them. Luffy: Hiiiii sanji! Sanji:* To Luffy* Fuck you *To Usopp* Fuck you * To Zoro* Fuck me * Then passes out* Zoro who's also very drunk: Shit cook? Shit cook!?!? WHAT DID THAT MEAN?!?! * Shaking sanji and blushing furiously

[wattabotta]

-WIP- Drunk Sanji + Zoro

[thewaywardbirdsnest]

Pizza

Was listening to the song "Pizza" by Anti Up/Chris Lake/Chris Lorenzo while driving and I just couldn’t help but think about ZoSan out clubbing and Sanji’s absolutely smashed. Still mostly-coherent and able to walk on his own but damn, the cook *cannot* hold his liquor.

They’re waiting on the sidewalk for their ride home and Sanji will not shut up about how badly he wants pizza. Fed up, Zoro cancels their Uber and drags him two blocks away where he knows there’s a dollar pizza place.

He orders them each a slice (because sure, he’s not wasted like his lightweight of a boyfriend over there, but he’s drunk enough that cheap, greasy pizza sounds like it would really hit the spot right about now).

Upon receiving his, Sanji just plops down right on the curb and starts stuffing his face.

“Oh my fuhhing gaw’, ‘s tas’es amaaazing!” he mumbles around a mouthful of dough and cheese.

“Stop bein’ gross, curly. Aren’t y’always tellin’ me not to talk with my damn mouth full?” Zoro teases, standing beside him.

“Thank you, marimooo~” Sanji says and turns to plant a kiss on Zoro’s leg, leaving behind a grease stain. “Oh nooo~”

He frowns and pulls the sleeve of his jacket over his hand to try to wipe at the grease, which proves to be a fruitless effort. Instead, he just pats the spot apologetically and leans against Zoro’s leg, going back to nibbling at the remains of his pizza crust.

Zoro just sighs, the hint of an affectionate smile tugging at his lips, and orders them another Uber.