Wandering into their room when you can’t sleep (Sanji, Zoro, ace!!)
gn!reader, reader is a strawhat cuz that’s easiest (for aces he’s temporarily w the strawhats)
Sanji is a notoriously light sleeper, and would wake up the second you opened his door, sitting up in his cotton pajamas and rubbing his eyes, making out your figure as you yawned.
“What’s wrong angel?” He said, starting to get out of his bed before you told him not to, making him pause halfway through taking the covers off of himself.
The room smelled faintly of coffee and some other herbs, making you become a bit sleepy already. You looked over at Sanji again, noticing the furrow in his brow and how his shirt was rustled.
“Couldn’t sleep.” You muttered, walking further into his room.
He sat up, sitting at the edge of his bed to face you as he looked up at you. “My arms are always open, mon cher.” He said with a soft smile on his face, his hands holding yours.
Any other night you would’ve walked back to your bed, not done something as embarrassing as cuddle with another crew member, but there was something so welcoming about him that you would’ve felt a bit bad denying.
So you nodded, crawling into bed with him, laying your head in the crook of his neck as you initially sat on his lap. He adjusted, starting to rub your back, just sitting there with you for a while.
“Would you like to lay down?” He muttered into your ear, his voice still a bit gruff from your sudden appearance, his facial hair just slightly tickling you.
You nodded, and Sanji gently laid against his bed, holding you to his chest. It was the best sleep you’d had in ages.
And by the time morning came around he was already at your feet with a plate of breakfast.
Zoro, on the other hand, is a heavy sleeper. Well— heavier than Sanji is. He grumbled a bit when you opened his door, but barely protested or got up at all. Partially because he’d memorized the sound of your footsteps at this point.
His room smelled of iron, and maybe incense— you couldn’t exactly tell. You walked a bit further into his room, gently calling his name.
“What?” He grumbled, his eyes still closed as he responded to you.
“Can I… can I stay here for the night?” You said softly, looking down at the floor.
“Is something up? You usually just lay down.” He said, his eye now open as he looked over at you.
“No, I mean, I just—“
Before you could finish, Zoro got up and picked you up (bridal style, which was… new.) gently laying you down on his bed before getting in next to you, holding you close to his chest.
“I have some sake if you want to drink a little and talk about it in the morning.” He said, his hands splayed across your back. “Just sleep for now though. there’s no point in worrying about any monsters or anything. I wouldn’t let anything happen.”
He was still a heavy weight on you when you woke up, and you had to yell his name a few times before he finally got up, making quick work of that sake he was talking about.
Ace is usually the one wandering into your room in the middle of the night, lazy arms wrapping around you as he laid on top of you, or behind you, or in front of you— you get the idea.
You walked into his room, tapping on his shoulder, making him stir and peer up at you, smiling as he met your eyes.
“What’s up?” He muttered, already moving to wrap his arms around your waist.
“I couldn’t sleep.” You said softly, your hands carding through his hair.
He hummed at the sensation, kissing your skin through your shirt. He was warm, and smelled like a campfire.
“You could always bunk here for the night.” He said, still pressing gentle kisses to your skin. “Did somethin’ happen?” he said, his voice soft as he met your eyes.
You shook your head, but he was already looking up at you with a slight pout, cupping your cheek.
“Don’t wanna talk about it?”
You shook your head.
ace chuckled slightly, his thumb rubbing against your cheek.
“That’s okay. Tomorrow then, alright?” he said as he patted his bed, allowing you to get comfortable next to him.
And the next morning, you were still holding onto him, draped over him at an awkward, almost diagonal angle.
a/n: idk I just thought a thought and made it happen. If you guys don’t know, it’s a trend where you ask your s/o to peel an orange for you and see if they do it perfect for you, or lazily. smth like that ig
warnings gender neutral reader & cursing
cuties sanji , luffy , zoro , mommy robin , ace , law
SANJI
you walked into the kitchen, only to see your husband sat at the dinner table , legs crossed , looking through a cook book.
he sensed you before you even had a chance to announce yourself.
“my love! good afternoon! how was your nap?” he stood up, walking towards you and peppering kisses all on your face.
“were you—reading a cook book?”
he froze and glanced towards the cook book that was wide tf open on the table…and shook his head with a awkward chuckle.
“uhhh—anyways did you need something from me?” his focus darted between you and the conveniently placed orange in your hand.
“can you peel this orange for me?” you showed him the fruit and he didn’t hesitate to grab and get to peeling.
while focused on peeling his wife’s wonderful orange, he gave it a quick inspection…warm temperature and definitely not gonna taste the greatest….a PROFESSIONAL cook like hin would know.
“Would you like it refrigerated?” he didn’t even give you enough time to respond before he impulsively made his way to the fridge. “let’s refrigerate this glorious orange, only the best should be presented to you!”
“wait no babe—no need, I just need the orange peeled!” You giggled at his little antics, safe to say you not only got a cold & fresh peeled orange but freshly squeezed orange juice included
in conclusion, sanji would do only the best for you and there’s a high chance that he’d sit there for hours taking the white strings off if you said you didn’t like them (tangerine)
LUFFY
you hesitated opening the door to your shared bedroom….considering the past few times with your lack of knocking—you seen luffy in the most weirdest situations….doing a handstand while also trying to eat goldfish off the floor , trying to walk in heels, or trying and somehow succeeding in doing pilates
you sighed and knocked on the door with a similar rhythm.
“just me! im coming in, okay?” You slowly opened the door only to see luffy laying on the bed staring at the ceiling…weird…whats the catch??
you fully stepped into the room only to see crumpled pieces of papers everywhere…right.
“you alright? you seem…very depressed.”
he sighed...”tried origami….it was supposed to be peaceful.” he frowned at the thought.
well that certainly explained the papers, huh? you nodded along, crawling into bed next to him.
“wanna see if peeling this orange could calm you down?” you revealed the orange you had in your hands and he stared at it before taking it off your hands.
didnt even question why you had it, where it came from or if it was fresh. straight to peeling, even venting about random things that you don’t even know could be considered a vent.
you didn’t wanna say you were listening but didn’t wanna say you werent either….because to be honest you were zoning in and out of the conversation at hand and—did he just eat your fucking orange?
you perked up “luffy—wait no!” that wasnt part of the script at all….
he raised his brow “what? I peeled it before I ate it, no worries!” he smiled giving you a kiss on the cheek “You were right…this brightened my mood immediately, love that you care about me!!”
if you give luffy an orange he’ll peel it for you (though results may vary)
ZORO
you’ve been laying in bed allll day
usually you weren’t like this. Always got up when Zoro got up or forced him to pick you up so you didn’t have to walk to your destination (the kitchen)
Guess Zoro let you sleep in because you heard him and the tv from the living room.
You forced yourself up and dragged yourself to your overly-handsome husband and flopped into his lap.
“well a good-morning to you sleeping beauty.”
“mhm yea, can you peel an orange for me?”
a chuckle erupted from him quickly, “So the favors come naturally?”
you smacked him lightly on his arm, “shut up….pleeasseee I don’t feel like getting up…”
he sighed with extra dramatics, moving you from your place on his lap to the couch and stretching on his way to get you your orange…and peel it.
he came back with a cold and delicious looking orange and sat right back at where he was originally…peeling the orange while also keeping his focus on the tv.
you glanced up at him, hmmm…too much at peace. not on your watch.
“I bet I can peel an orange faster than you…”
he scoffed not taking his full attention off the tv but sparring you half of it.
“oh really?”
you nodded confidently, with a smirk plastering your face “yup. im professional, what can I say?”
“then how about you peel your own orange?”
you frowned immediately and turned away.
“Too much work. Why work when you have a solution right in front of you?”
he exhaled before showing you a completely orange looking orange—how he did it so quickly? no idea.
“And as for the payment for my troubles…” he tore the orange in half and plopped it into his mouth.
“HEY!”
ROBIN
oranges…that’s what you were craving…usually you ignored it thinking you’ll want something different later but this has been on for an hour now.
you hopped up from the bed and into the dining room, seeing your girlfriend sitting down and scribbling down whatever.
“Hello love, you need something?” she looked up from her paper, awaiting your response.
you shrugged, “Kinda want an orange…been craving it for I dunno how long…”
you sighed, flopping down into the chair next to her.
she hummed, writing once more, not showing much interest in your needs—you didht blame her, it looked important.
she placed the pen down, “I already have you a orange in the fridge. unpeeled and cold. I had one earlier and thought you’d like one.”
you gasp and immediately dart to the fridge. wasting absolutely NO time.
You open the fridge and there it was, a perfectly peeled and juicy orange right in a container, tore apart and ready.
you popped a few in your mouth and sat back down.
“howd you even know I wanted these? it’s perfect timing!” you gave a curious look.
“you’re more predictable than you think.” she chuckled, “You kept mentioning them since yesterday so…”
“touché.”
ACE
you scrolled through your phone and lately—your feed has been full of people trying little pranks on their boyfriends or humorous tests and considering ace never really falls for them—maybe this’ll get him?
he was in a deep sleep next to you, you could tell with the way he was relaxed and snoring.
You shook him slightly…no response…you shook him again.
“babe….baaabeee! need help…”
he raised both brows eyes still closed but letting you know he was…listening..actively? probably not.
you dropped the orange in his limp hand.
“can you peel this for me? don’t feel like doing it myself…”
he didn’t question you or your need for wanting an orange in the middle of the night, just got straight to it.
you watched silently, watching from his strong delicious biceps, you almost considered eating that next.
he yawned and handed you a perfectly peeled orange. He grabbed the skin and sat up to get up and throw it away. You stopped him quickly.
“wait wait wait—no its okay baby i’ll throw it away!” you giggled under your breath, grabbing it and throwing it away.
you couldnt even thank him because he was right back into his own dream world.
youll thank him tomorrow
LAW
you tossed the orange into his lap, “peel this for me.”
he raised a brow immediately…his smirk only grew, “whats the magic word?”
“peel this orange for me…now.”
“ehh worth a shot.”
he inspected the orange giving it a full 360 in his hand.
“why do you want an orange at this time of day? wouldn’t you want lunch?”
“can you just peel the orange?”
his attention averted back to the orange as he got to peeling, he was not trying to find out what that tone of yours meant.
he looked up at you and your stern look…”would you like the white thingies on it also or?”
“Are you willing to take them off?”
he shrugged “I don’t exactly have all day..”
“then you answered your own question.” you said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world—which it kinda was.
he handed you a peeled orange—not before taking a piece for himself.
“HEY! no touching!”
he snickered, “where are your manners? haven’t you learned not to talk with food in your mouth?”
you were about to make a quick retort before he stood up and gave you a quick kiss, making sure to steal the orange that was already in your mouth.
you slapped him on his arm. hard enough to the point he could feel but soft enough so it wouldn’t sting, “you’re disgusting…”
‘sunday’s are made for self care!’ you’d say, preparing for an everything shower. megumi watches as you carry item after item, skin, body, and hair products, one after another into the bathroom. he watches with furrowed brows as you walk towards him with your arms out.
“..what?” he asks, holding your hands anyway as you pull him to his feet. you smile, leaning in and wrapping your arms around his waist. you rest your chin on his chest as you look up at him, puckering your lips at him. he rolls his eyes before leaning down to give you a peck.
“do it with me.”
“no.”
you pout as he frowns. “why? it’ll be fun!” you pull him with you anyway, having to use hardly any strength as he bregudgingly follows you.
“you’re just gonna put all this useless crap on my face.” he sighs. even though he acts like he doesn’t want to, he lets you anyway. anything for you, of course.
megumi’s always had a soft spot for you. ever since he met you in high school, fighting curses alongside you, he’s seen how driven you are. how no matter what obstacles are thrown at you, you still find a way to persevere with minimal losses. it’s one of the things that drew him towards you in the first place, your grit. now, you were really putting this charachteristic on display, as you ultimately got your way with him.
you sit against him in the tub, letting the warm water wash away the events of the day. he keeps an arm around your waist, holding you snug against him. you close your eyes as you bask in each other’s presence. you move to straddle his lap, taking shampoo and massaging it into his scalp.
“i can do it myself, y’know..” he says, though he makes no attempt to move as he sits patiently with his eyes closed while you work the soap further into his hair.
“shh, just let me do this for you..” you giggle. megumi was always selfess. always has been, always will be. whether it be throwing himeself in front of a curse, or catering to your whims, he always puts others above himself. that’s why you take time to do these little things for him whenever you can, just to make life a little easier.
he glances at you through lidded eyes, his head tilted slightly downwards. he wraps his arms around you tighter, closing his eyes once more as he allows you to continue. he’s gotten bigger over the years. fighting curses for a living has given him more muscle, as his big arms keep you held in place.
you put on a robe and apply a few facial products on both you and megumi before handing him a fluffy headband. he raises an eyebrow before wordlessly putting it on. you open a jar of a light green ‘goop’, as he would call it. he sighs before leaning down so you can apply the mask to his face. you smear an even layer across his face before instructing him to not talk or frown, as it’ll disrupt the mask.
he takes the jar from you and gestures for you to sit on the counter. he stands between your legs as he applies the mask on you, albeit a bit clumsily. as you look in the mirror, some spots have a thinner application than others, but it doesn’t bother you. you turn to him and pucker your lips towards him once more. he seems to be fed up with your constant kisses as he bends down and kisses you hard. he takes your breath away as your masks smear onto each others. you stare at him in a slight daze as he looks in the mirror. “fuck.”
throughout the evening you end up changing into cute pajamas, eating dinner, and painting your nails. now, you sit next to megumi while helping fold the laundry. it’s gotten later as you both watch a show on the tv together. you pause your actions as the plot builds in the show, distracted from the task at hand.
megumi looks up from the clothes to stare at you. he admires the way your eyes light up as the episode goes on. he smiles softly before tapping your cheek twice with two fingers, nodding to the pile of clothes on the couch. you look away from the tv and back to the clothes. you giggle as you resume the chore, “sorry..”
megumi stares a little longer, admiring the love of his life. but love can’t save everyone. it couldn’t even save you. megumi lies on his side now, staring at the empty space beside him. he recalls your words, clutching the sheets where you once laid. god, what he’d give to have one more sunday with you.
‘sunday’s are made for self care!’ you’d say, preparing for an everything shower. megumi watches as you carry item after item, skin, body, and hair products, one after another into the bathroom. he watches with furrowed brows as you walk towards him with your arms out.
“..what?” he asks, holding your hands anyway as you pull him to his feet. you smile, leaning in and wrapping your arms around his waist. you rest your chin on his chest as you look up at him, puckering your lips at him. he rolls his eyes before leaning down to give you a peck.
“do it with me.”
“no.”
you pout as he frowns. “why? it’ll be fun!” you pull him with you anyway, having to use hardly any strength as he bregudgingly follows you.
“you’re just gonna put all this useless crap on my face.” he sighs. even though he acts like he doesn’t want to, he lets you anyway. anything for you, of course.
megumi’s always had a soft spot for you. ever since he met you in high school, fighting curses alongside you, he’s seen how driven you are. how no matter what obstacles are thrown at you, you still find a way to persevere with minimal losses. it’s one of the things that drew him towards you in the first place, your grit. now, you were really putting this charachteristic on display, as you ultimately got your way with him.
you sit against him in the tub, letting the warm water wash away the events of the day. he keeps an arm around your waist, holding you snug against him. you close your eyes as you bask in each other’s presence. you move to straddle his lap, taking shampoo and massaging it into his scalp.
“i can do it myself, y’know..” he says, though he makes no attempt to move as he sits patiently with his eyes closed while you work the soap further into his hair.
“shh, just let me do this for you..” you giggle. megumi was always selfess. always has been, always will be. whether it be throwing himeself in front of a curse, or catering to your whims, he always puts others above himself. that’s why you take time to do these little things for him whenever you can, just to make life a little easier.
he glances at you through lidded eyes, his head tilted slightly downwards. he wraps his arms around you tighter, closing his eyes once more as he allows you to continue. he’s gotten bigger over the years. fighting curses for a living has given him more muscle, as his big arms keep you held in place.
you put on a robe and apply a few facial products on both you and megumi before handing him a fluffy headband. he raises an eyebrow before wordlessly putting it on. you open a jar of a light green ‘goop’, as he would call it. he sighs before leaning down so you can apply the mask to his face. you smear an even layer across his face before instructing him to not talk or frown, as it’ll disrupt the mask.
he takes the jar from you and gestures for you to sit on the counter. he stands between your legs as he applies the mask on you, albeit a bit clumsily. as you look in the mirror, some spots have a thinner application than others, but it doesn’t bother you. you turn to him and pucker your lips towards him once more. he seems to be fed up with your constant kisses as he bends down and kisses you hard. he takes your breath away as your masks smear onto each others. you stare at him in a slight daze as he looks in the mirror. “fuck.”
throughout the evening you end up changing into cute pajamas, eating dinner, and painting your nails. now, you sit next to megumi while helping fold the laundry. it’s gotten later as you both watch a show on the tv together. you pause your actions as the plot builds in the show, distracted from the task at hand.
megumi looks up from the clothes to stare at you. he admires the way your eyes light up as the episode goes on. he smiles softly before tapping your cheek twice with two fingers, nodding to the pile of clothes on the couch. you look away from the tv and back to the clothes. you giggle as you resume the chore, “sorry..”
megumi stares a little longer, admiring the love of his life. but love can’t save everyone. it couldn’t even save you. megumi lies on his side now, staring at the empty space beside him. he recalls your words, clutching the sheets where you once laid. god, what he’d give to have one more sunday with you.
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warnings // reader is female im so sorry it just flowed out of me, swearing, mentions of drunk men, smoking, kys jokes, a gun, mentioned AI once but u need to understand i will never use it
miyako's notes // i shat this out bc i couldn't stop thinking about tattoo artist! iwaizumi but i couldn't sit and outline a whole story for it IM SORRY
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