#i waisted one and a half hours today waiting in the cold bc i wasn't aware that public transport would be affected it was sooo windy

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rooting for u kathi 🥹 on this Monday afternoon

omg thank you soooo much 🫶🏻💗🥹 i wish i would've seen your message sooner bc i actually had a rather bad day but regardless this made me very happy!! hope you had a great start into the new week, stay healthy and take care 💫🌱🦋🍓🥠🍡🧸💕

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AAAAA I'm obsessed with this! I've actually been overthinking this for the past couple of days and I need the context in 10k words or more please ;-; (but also ik I'm not getting that so... ig I'll have to make the context myself)

(I'm sorry in advance... Also imma use they/them for Sanji bc the vibe demands it and I'm scared to misgender em)

But then there it was... the door bell. Sanji begrudgingly stood up from where they faceplanted themselves on the couch. They swing the door open ready to kick someone's ass but the anger slowly simmered into confusing until it boiled down to realization.

It was date night, or at least it was supposed to be date night. Sanji had just finished a 14 hour shift and felt like collapsing on the nearest surface and waking up same time next year.

Sanji had forgotten about date night.

"Are you going to stand me up even when I come to your home?" Zoro asked with a dash of sarcasm.

Sanji's guilt made way for irritation. Their day was way too long to put up with this no matter if it was warranted or not. "Fuck off," Sanji spat but still stepped aside for Zoro to walk in.

It was only when the marimo left the bag on the table that Sanji noticed he brought food. "You know, I expected you to be late by a little but you left me hanging for an hour and a half, cook," Zoro hung his jacket and scarf on the rack. "You look like shit, did you even plan on coming... ever?"

Sanji rolled their eyes and took out a cigarette "Fuck you, moss head, I've been at work until now!" They peeked in the bag with food, "you should have known I had a shift at the Baratie today, I sent you my schedule!"

Zoro lifted his arms in exasperation "You okayed it!"

"When?" Sanji made a sour face. There was no way they said okay after a soul crushing shift like that.

"Look!" Zoro held up his phone. Now that Sanji looked at him, he was quite nicely dressed. Not in a suit, but nicely in Zoro standards. "Tuesday 11:54," he continued "I said "are you still free on the fifth", you replied "I might be dead but sure". And then I sent you the location!" Zoro was pointing at the little speech bubbles on the screen. He was right. Sanji had said yes.

Sanji blinked a couple of times. He squinted and got a bit closer to Zoro. "Are you... are you wearing aftershave?"

"Well excuse me for trying to take my spouse somewhere nice!"

Sanji walked over to the kitchen for a fork and started digging into the aluminum box of food. "I have a migraine can you not be an asshole for a bit?"

Zoro's shoulders relaxed and he walked over to the cook. They were sitting on top of the counter, with a forkful. They turned the utensil towards Zoro as an offer, who had positioned himself between Sanji's knees.

"It's for you, curly. I already ate..."

"While you were waiting?"

He shrugged "I already had a reservation, would be a waste."

Sanji smiled but their hand didn't falter until Zoro finally gave in and took the bite. The cook's smile widened, "good moss," they pet his hair like one would a dog. Though, surprisingly for Sanji, Zoro leaned into it, relaxing in their hold.

Sanji, now cupping the marimo's cheek, guided his head so that they could rest their forehead on his. A deep sigh left them as they let themselves rest their eyes. "You have no idea what a hectic day I've had."

Zoro wrapped his arms around their waist. "Tell me," his voice was soft and gentle, whispered only for their ears.

Sanji could feel their migraine coming back just by thinking about it. "Zeff wasn't feeling well, so he left early and I had to deal with all the idiotic costumers. One complained about the gazpacho soup being cold. Can you believe that?"

Sanji hadn't noticed when Zoro had taken their fork and stabbed another bite. He held it up for Sanji to eat. They didn't protest, since they were now playing with the hair on Zoro's neck with one hand and gesturing angrily with the other.

By the time the meal was finished Sanji was still ranting. "And then, to top my already fantastic day, turns out I have a shift tomorrow as well!"

"Take it off."

Sanji looked at Zoro, upset. "You better be talking about my clothes because there is no way you're telling me to take a break." They rolled their eyes "and to both, the answer is "no", in case you haven't guessed."

Zoro scolded his expression into an offended one, "Why are you acting like I don't have the right to worry about you?"

Sanji clicked his tongue "Unless your name is Red-leg, you have no power over me marimo."

"Then I want it."

Sanji laughed but Zoro was dead serious. The cook's smile faltered. "Pardon?"

"I want it. I want your last name! What don't you get?" Zoro persisted.

Sanji was running on a pack of cigarettes, three coffees and two hours of sleep. There's a high probability he was hearing things or misunderstanding. "I don't think you understand what that implies. You want my last- you want Zeff's name?" He winced. "Stop talking nonsense, you overgrown garden plant!"

"I'm serious!"

"No, you're not!" Sanji jumped off the counter and started pacing. That bafoon could not be proposing now of all times. They looked foen at what they were wearing - a loos blouse and a tracksuit.

Zoro followed after them. "I want to take care of you, for the rest of our lives! Is that so bad?"

"No, no, no, no," Sanji kept muttering under their nose. "I need a fucking cigarette." They turned to their boyfriend, pack and lighter in hand "Yes, no- you can't! You- were not even living together-" Sanji shouted.

"Want me to fix that right now? Don't test me, ero-cook!" Zoro shouted back.

"How does you brain even work? Assuming you have one!" Sanji needed an excuse, "Premerrital relations are a sin, you sick pervert!" They were counting on Zoro not understanding what that meant, getting confused and dropping it.

"What? You want me to marry you? Because I will!" Zoro was quick to spit back. Too quick.

Sanji was terrified. The cigarette in their mouth wasn't enough, they needed another. As they pulled a second one, they saw Zoro also put his hand in his pocket. He was taking something out.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Sanji didn't have time to think. So they just acted. They quickly spun Zoro to the direction of the door, opened it and quite literally kicked him out.

They slammed it shut and quickly locked it behind themselves. Sanji slid down to hug their knees.

The clothes, the fancy dinner place, the aftershave... what was that idiot thinking.

They needed another cigarette. They also needed to call Nami. And quick.

zoro proposal aftermath (she didn’t say no just kicked him out)