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"Just you"🫐🫐🫐

S: After going out with his coworkers, Sanji comes home drunk and cuddly

Pairing: Sanji x f!reader

Tw:Fluff/Alcohol/Intoxication/Mixed drinks/ tiny mention of Sanji being harassed in college

Word count: 1.6k

Notes: Modern au!;The theme is a little wonky but I like it; This is proofread but there may still be mistakes🫐🫐🫐

“Oh my gosh! Leave him alooone! This man does not want you!” You yell at your TV from your couch. The drama in front of you continues to play despite your ranting, and you scoff before sinking back against your couch with an irritated huff.

“ I hate entitled childhood best friend characters. It's even worse when they're rich and have an in with the parents.” You mumble to yourself and click off the TV before standing up to stretch. After a satisfying sigh, you glance over at the clock hanging up in your small dining room. It's a little after 10:30.

“That's weird, Sanji should be home by now.” You wonder out loud and turn to look for your phone under the pile of throw blankets you were just sitting beneath. Once you find it, you check to see if you have any texts from Sanji, and sure enough there's a message. It turns out that he went to drink with his coworkers from the restaurant after closing up for the night. Your boyfriend Sanji, works as a sous chef at his foster-father’s restaurant, the Baratie. A place that he always claims to hate and that he's only staying until he's saved enough to buy his own restaurant, but there's times when he talks about everyone so fondly that you wonder if he really means that. ( You don't care what Sanji says though, the food at the Baratie is amazing. That's why you always go there for lunch….. even if there are a lot of bar fights). After texting him a quick reply, you toss your phone back onto the couch, flinching when it bounces and almost falls off of it.

“ I guess I'll go take a shower then.” You sigh before yawning. You were going to wait for Sanji, but he'll most likely be out for another hour maybe, since you'd only gotten the text around 30 minutes ago. You're just about to turn out the lights and head to your room, when you hear the lock to your door being messed with. You feel your heart jump for a second, thinking someone's trying to get in, until you hear the jingle of keys. A second later, a head of blonde hair peeks from behind the door and Sanji steps through.

“Sanji? Geez honey, you almost gave me a heart attack.” You wheeze with a hand over your chest. Sanji just plops his keys into the dish by the door, moving sluggishly while doing so. You figure it's because he's a bit tipsy after a few shots at the bar.

“Oh. Sorry, I didn't mean to, sweetheart.” Sanji suddenly mumbles quietly, as if he just heard what you said, while trying to take his shoes off. He attempts to for a moment but eventually ends up stumbling forward. You quickly make your way over and take his arm, feeling him lean some of his weight into you the moment you touch him.

“Uh-oh, you okay? Did you drink a little too much?” You tease while he uses your support to get his shoes all the way off. When he doesn't answer you, you look up at his face, having not seen it entirely since he's walked in, and gasp. Sanji's cheeks and nose are dusted red, along with his ears and neck, and his eyes blink sleepily. You wince after giving his face a once over.

“Wow, you really did.” You mutter. After helping him take off and hang his coat and apron, the two of you stumble over and flop onto the couch before Sanji can topple you both down to the floor first.

“Sanji, why didn't you call me? You shouldn't have walked home like this.” You huff, already out of breath just after walking from the door to the couch. You hated when Sanji walked alone while drunk, or even just tired.

It's not that you lived far from his job or anything. It's only a ten minute walk. You weren't worried about him getting mugged either because Sanji has been in kickboxing classes since he was ten, and you've seen him deal with shady guys personally. It was how susceptible he was to shady women that worried you. It's like they knew how to scope him out when he's at his most vulnerable, and because of this, you've saved him from more than one unsavory situation in your college days. Sanji always reassures that he'd never cheat on you, even while black out drunk, but that's not what you cared about.

“S’ok, they wanted ta’ keep drinking but, I wanted to see you.” Sanji sighs while absentmindedly emptying his pockets, dropping his wallet and a few crumpled dollars, tips from today, onto the table in front of you two. Sanji always uses his tips to buy you snacks or treats, cheap things that he could easily elevate and remake himself. He doesn't though, because he likes the little dates that those snacks create. Late night walks to the nearest convenience store, where you both buy chips and look for new slushy flavors. Ice cream dates after you get off work in the afternoon, when he lets you finish his off after you eat up your own. You sigh and look at him wearily.

“Still, call me when you're drunk Sanji. We'll walk home together ok?” you reiterate worriedly while playing with the strands of his hair. He'll have to wash it in the morning, it always smells like food after a 8 hour shift in the restaurant. Sanji just hums and leans into your touch until he's laying against your shoulder.

“M’kay.” He says softly, and you just resign yourself to knowing that he'll probably forget again. Maybe you'll just tell someone at the restaurant to call you to pick Sanji up when he gets like this. You play with his hair for a little longer, and eventually you end up on your back with Sanji resting comfortably against your breasts, his favorite place to lay.

“How'd you get so drunk anyway? It's not like you to drink past your limit.” you ask while continuing to pet his head. Sanji's usually the one sober enough to call rides for everyone at the end of the night, him or Zoro who never seems to get wasted no matter how much he drinks. Sanji grumbles sleepily before realizing that you asked him something.

“Patty n’ Carne mixed somthin’ for me.” He explains, his deep voice vibrating against your chest, and you suck your teeth in realization.

“Ooh yeah, I understand now.” You nod in sympathy. You've fallen victim to one of Patty's and Carne's special blends before. The combinations tasted great, but they also make you think that you're on the moon and all your friends are camels. Safe to say you don't accept their special concoctions often.

“I didn't think it was that strong but then’ all of a sudden I was surrounded by women.” Sanji mutters into your shirt, pulling you out of your thoughts and freezing your hand in his hair. You look down at the top of his head with a frown.

“ What women?” You question skeptically, your eyebrows drawing in. You've known Sanji and his simp qualities for a long time. You wouldn't be surprised to find out that when inebriated, your boyfriend sees his dream girls in his head. Little bastard.

“Mm well, you were there, and then there were more of you, and then more, an’ I got so excited that I got a nosebleed, an’ the guys sent me home.” He explains casually with a few slurred words in-between. You startle, before slapping a hand on your forehead and shaking your head, speechless. Guess that means you're his dream girl then. You don't know why you thought anything different. With a smile you resume pampering him, gently running your fingers through his hair.

“ And what else happened?” You hum, feeling him start to drift off.

“You were the bartender too.” He adds, pulling a laugh from you.

“Ooh ok.” You humor him.

“M’sorry.” Sanji mumbles while cuddling his face further into your chest, forcing you to adjust him a bit so he could breathe. It doesn't really matter though because he just presses his face back into you again, so you just settle for tugging your shirt away from his nose at least. You're not really sure what he's apologizing for. Maybe he's embarrassed that he got a nosebleed over an imaginary harem full of you. Perhaps he's just sorry that he's as drunk as he is right now. Either way, you didn't mind.

“You don't have to be sorry.” You assure him happily. Sanji was his cutest when he was tired. There were no romantic theatrics, although you love those too. Instead of pampering you, he allowed himself to be pampered, meaning these were the times when you got to take care of him instead. His sleepy voice is pretty sexy too, but that's beside the point. You're sure Sanji's fallen asleep at this point, having not heard from him in a second, and you're about to reach for the remote again when he suddenly gasps. He lifts himself off of you a bit and rubs at his eyes, before plopping back onto you. You watch him for a moment, frowning in confusion,before rolling your eyes.

“Oookay time to shower and go to bed.” You sigh before lifting up off the couch, forcing Sanji up too in the process. You're struggling down the hallway with Sanji draping all of his weight on you when he mumbles next to your ear.

“Did you eat?” He asks quietly,making you smile.

“Yeah, I had the leftovers from yesterday.” You reassure him, thinking of the south-western egg rolls Sanji made for you yesterday. Simply because you were craving them.

“Did you reheat them in the oven or the microwave?” He asks lowly and you laugh, making him smile even in his intoxicated state.

“In the oven sir.” You report. After struggling for a bit longer, to get to your bedroom and to change Sanji's clothes, you both finally get settled in bed. You decided to shower in the morning since there's no way you can hold him up in there. Sanji is back where he belongs, on your chest when you ask one more question.

“You sure you don't need anything?” You ask, since Sanji refused any water or snacks and insisted that you both just go to bed. You wanted to do something to help diminish the ugly hangover he was going to have in the morning, but Sanji just shakes his head again.

“Mm-mm, jus't you.” He sighs blearily, before falling asleep on you.

A/n: Gotta say, I like this one. It's short and cute(⁠ノ⁠•̀⁠ ⁠o⁠ ⁠•́⁠ ⁠)⁠ノ⁠ ⁠~⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻, I started it last week and then stopped liking it, but after some feedback from my siblings and a re-read, I realized it's pretty pleasant, even if it flows a little weird. Been feeling these modern aus lately too. Anyway, thanks for reading!🫐🫐🫐

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