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݁ . 𔘓 ؛ how not to say ‘i love you’

⇢ masterlist

⇢ monkey d.luffy x reader, roronoa zoro x reader, vinsmoke sanji x reader. 

⇢ tw: fluff, not poly they’re separated, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary:  little actions the monster trio do to tell you that they love you without verbally saying it.

🍖₊˚ monkey d luffy·˚ 

₊sharing his food with you, he never, ever in his life had ever shared food, but he felt that you needed as much food as you, he would even try to directly feed you to make sure you properly ate, giving it as much importance as eating himself. he would also learn your favorite foods and reserve them just for you, so you can exchange him what you don't like for your favorite bites, sometimes, when he might even give them directly to you, saying he's not so hungry, but it's just he loves to see your pleasure expressions when you eat what you like.

🍵₊˚ roronoa zoro·˚

 ₊the way he remembers everything you say, even if it was the smallest detail you mentioned to nami when he was napping on your lap, you first noticed when he bought you that one book you had once mentioned that you found fascinating to chopper while he was patching up your boyfriend’s wounds, and he never acknowledges it, he just leaves or does say detail without saying a word or maybe looking at you for a sing of approval or comfort around him.

🚬₊˚ vinsmoke sanji·˚

 ₊he stopped flirting so directly with other women abruptly as you started dating, sure he would admire them, as you also admire other people, you both have eyes after all, and feel attraction, but he would never touch them directly, only acting as usual as a gentleman but not complimenting or even slightly touching other women, just to prove you that he's all yours. he never mentioned it outloud, but everyone, especially you, clearly noticed it.

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. 𔘓 ؛ destiny's interview

⇢ masterlist

⇢ lando norris x journalist!reader.

⇢ tw: soulmates au, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: since the day you’re born, you have a small tattoo on your wrist that would match your soulmate’s, what you didn’t expect was to find your soulmate the first day of your new job.

the paddock buzzed with excitement as the last race of the season started, the abu dhabi grand prix was one of the most awaited this season, especially for you as this would be your professional debut as a journalist, and that made you nervous.

you walked around the paddock as the race was about to begin, your recorder in hand as you saw that zak brown was just a few meters away from you and completely free, you smiled to yourself, quickening your pace.

‘’mr.brown, mr.brown, i’m journalist y/n y/l/n, may i ask you a few questions?’’ you spoke politely, shaking his hand.

the mark on your wrist was exposed for a few seconds, his eyes lingered on it as a subtle smile appeared on his lips, you started to be more nervous, but thankfully he didn’t comment on it and simply kept on with your questions.

the interview went as smooth as silk, zak was charismatic and approachable, his answers flowing with a blend of enthusiasm and professionalism that made the conversation both insightful and engaging. 

he spoke candidly about the team's performance over the season, the challenges they faced, and his hopes for the next year, occasionally punctuating his thoughts with light humor that put you at ease. 

despite the buzz of activity around you, his attention remained fully on your questions, making you feel both respected and confident in your role.

‘’now, off the record’’ he smiled warmly at you, pointing at your wrist. ‘’have you met your soulmate yet?’’ he asked, you shyly blushed, shaking your head. ‘’well, it was just curiosity’’ he shrugged it off, you nodded.

‘’zak, just one more question’’ you nervously asked. ‘’could i interview either norris or piastri after the race?’’ you knew your proposal was risky, and that made you nervous, even more after he chuckled.

‘’sure, i think you and lando are gonna get along just fine’’ he smiled.

‘’that would be all mr.brown, thank you for the pleasure’’ you smiled, shaking his hand.

‘’the pleasure was mine’’ he smiled.

you walked away, ready to see the race from your spot, excited for the new interview you had just arranged.

however you started to get nervous when you saw lando norris win the race, seeing him on the podium, he was going to interview the winner, this was a lifetime opportunity.

you traced the mark on your wrist nervously as you waited for lando to arrive, you were really nervous, your heart pounded rapidly in your chest and you felt cold sweat on the back of your neck, why were you this nervous? 

it would be fine, you could handle it.

‘’y/n y/l/n?’’ you heard a sweet voice call you, you turned around seeing the young driver and smiling.

‘’that's me, lando, lando norris right?’’ you smiled, extending your hand to him.

but when he took your hand you felt your mark burn, you both hissed, looking at your wrists in confusion and then looking to each other deeply in your eyes.

‘’your mark…’’ you whispered nervously, caressing yours nervously as a blush spread in your cheeks.

he laughed shyly, running a hand through his curls.

‘’i think, i think we’re soulmates y/n’’ he spoke shyly.

‘’seems like it’’ you chuckled shyly, caressing the recorder on your hands shyly.

‘’would you…would you like to grab something after this lovely interview?’’ he asked, smiling nervously.

‘’i would love to go out with you lando’’ you chuckled softly.

‘’would it be okay if it was a date?’’ ha asked, you chuckled softly, you took his hands on yours, feeling your chest flutter.

‘’a date it is norris’’ you smiled.

you had finally found him, your soulmate, lando norris was your soulmate and you couldn't be happier about it.

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Hey hey so I read your rules like five times and I hope this request is okay, but I was wondering if you could do "are you really just going to stand there and stare at me?" with Law x f!reader But! But here’s the kicker (the idea part) reader is very sassy and if something is said about her love one or her crew she’s gonna be the one to say something about it.

I really hope this is okay with you, um so yeah.🤗

 . 𔘓 ؛ caught in the stare

⇢ masterlist

⇢ writing prompts

⇢ trafalgar law x reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, teasing, gender-neutral reader, secret relationship, affectionate law, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: "are you really just going to stand there and stare at me?" prompt with law.

the hum of the polar tang filled the air, a comforting rhythm that underscored the clinking tools and light chatter of the crew as they worked or rested on deck.

the camaraderie was infectious, laughter bubbling up as you shared a light-hearted story about an old friend and some mischief you had gotten into back in the day.

"and then," you chuckled, waving your hand animatedly, "they actually tried to outrun a seagull. i've never seen someone get pecked so many times in my life." the crew burst into laughter, eager to hear more, but one pair of eyes wasn't focused on the tale.

law stood at the edge of the deck, half-leaning against a railing.

 his arms crossed, and though his usual serious expression remained, his eyes lingered on you with a rare softness. it wasn’t the piercing stare that made others uneasy.

it was something gentler, something you only caught glimpses of when no one else was watching.

the weight of his gaze pulled at your awareness until you turned, locking eyes with him. 

“are you really just going to stand there and stare at me?” you quipped, your tone full of playful sass.

the crew laughed, not noticing the subtle shift in law’s demeanor. his lips twitched ever so slightly, hinting at a smile he rarely showed.

 "just thinking," he responded evenly, voice smooth as ever.

“thinking about what?” you pressed, enjoying the rare chance to poke at his usual stoic nature.

“nothing you need to worry about,” he countered, adjusting his hat with that air of mystery that usually had the crew second-guessing themselves.

you leaned forward slightly, your grin widening.

 “right, captain. mysterious as always.” the teasing came naturally, but beneath it all, your heart thumped with the thrill of something more.

what the others saw as a simple exchange between crew members was, to you, one of the many secret moments that made up your relationship with law, moments built in the quiet corners of the ship or behind closed doors where no one else could intrude.

his gaze softened just a fraction more before he straightened up.

“keep distracting the crew like this, and we’ll never reach the next island,” he muttered, tone neutral but his words carrying that subtle affection you’d learned to recognize.

“whatever you say, captain,” you said, flashing him a smile that held more than a little challenge. “just don’t blame me when your crew starts demanding more stories from me instead of orders from you.”

law gave a non-committal grunt, but the amusement in his eyes lingered as he turned back to his duties.

as the rest of the crew’s focus shifted away, your gaze lingered on him. you knew the gruff exterior he wore was just one layer of the man you’d come to know. for all his sharp edges and quiet intensity, there was a warmth in law, a loyalty and affection he rarely showed outwardly, but you felt in every lingering glance and stolen touch.

despite the secrecy, the challenges, and the teasing moments like this, there was nowhere else you'd rather be.

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How would the monster trio (or just one of them is fine) react to reader telling them “please don’t leave me like they did?” While they were comforting her after she woke up from a nightmare?

 . 𔘓 ؛ worst nights of them all

⇢ masterlist

⇢ monkey d.luffy x reader, roronoa zoro x reader, vinsmoke sanji x reader. 

⇢ tw: hurt/confort , not poly they’re separated, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary:  you have a nightmare and they comfort you.

🍖₊˚ monkey d luffy·˚ 

₊you woke up in a cold sweat, heart racing, the remnants of the nightmare still clinging to your mind. your breathing was uneven, and before you could process where you were, the words slipped out. "please, don’t leave me like they did."

luffy stirred beside you, his eyes softening as he heard the distress in your voice. he immediately pulled you into his arms, his embrace warm and steady.

"don’t be silly! i’m not going anywhere," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "i’m right here, and i’ll always be here."

you clung to him, your hands trembling slightly. the nightmare still felt too real, too close, but luffy’s presence grounded you.

"it’s not that easy to get rid of me"he teased, smiling brightly, his fingers gently brushing through your hair. 

"you’re safe with me" he didn’t tease this time, his tone now gentle.

his words and his smile, simple yet unwavering, began to calm the storm inside you, and slowly, your racing heart began to slow. you stayed in his arms, letting his warmth and the steady rhythm of his breathing reassure you, knowing that, for tonight at least, you weren’t alone.

🍵₊˚ roronoa zoro·˚

 ₊you jolted awake, breath ragged, the nightmare still gripping your senses. your chest tightened as panic bubbled up inside you. 

"please don’t leave me like they did." without thinking, the words broke free. 

zoro, already alert from your sudden movement, turned toward you. his gaze sharpened, concern flashing across his usually stoic features. without hesitation, he pulled you close, the solid strength of his arms anchoring you back to reality.

"i’m not going anywhere," he said quietly, his voice steady and firm. "you don’t have to worry about that."

your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as you fought to calm your racing heart. the nightmare’s grip loosened bit by bit, but the fear lingered at the edges of your mind.

"i mean it," zoro murmured, resting his chin against the top of your head. "nothing’s dragging me away from you. not now, not ever. and i’m not that stupid to ever leave you, you're perfect y/n"

his words carried a weight that reassured you more than any gentle platitude ever could. you nodded against him, letting the steady beat of his heart ease your fraying nerves.

“i’m here,” he promised softly. “always.”

with his quiet strength wrapped around you, the fear began to fade, leaving you grounded in the certainty of his presence.

🚬₊˚ vinsmoke sanji·˚

 ₊you woke with a start, your heart pounding, the remnants of the nightmare still clouding your mind. the room felt suffocating, your chest tight with anxiety. before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out, desperate. "please don’t leave me like they did."

sanji immediately shifted beside you, his hand instinctively reaching out to pull you into his arms. his touch was gentle but firm, grounding you in the moment.

"hey, hey," he whispered quickly, his voice soothing, "i’m not going anywhere, alright? i’ll never leave you."

you buried your face against his chest, your fingers clutching at his shirt, trying to push the panic away. sanji’s heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, a reminder that he was there, never leaving, just like he promised.

"you don’t have to be afraid," he continued, his hand stroking your back. "i’m not like them. you’re not alone. you'll never be"

the warmth of his words and his steady embrace calmed your racing mind, the nightmare slowly starting to fade into the background.

"i’m here," sanji murmured, his voice full of conviction, "and i’ll always be here for you."

you nodded against him, the tightness in your chest loosening with each word. in his arms, the world felt safe again, and you knew that, with sanji by your side, nothing could take you back to that dark place.

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Bolted to the inbox because I had a small idea for the “are you really just gonna stand there and stare at me?” prompt for Sir Crocodile. What if reader is getting ready for something special and Crocodile can’t help but get lost in how pretty they look?

 . 𔘓 ؛ you, the mirror and i

⇢ masterlist

⇢ writing prompts

⇢ husband!crocodile x wife!reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, reader feels kinda insecure, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: “are you really just gonna stand there and stare at me?” prompt with crocodile.

the mirror reflected the dress that your husband had bought you for this exact date, this gala was ridiculously important and that made you even more tense.

the soft glow of the vanity lights filled the room as you adjusted the delicate fabric of your gown, but no matter how many times you shifted the material or smoothed the hem, it didn’t feel right.

the dress was stunning, elegant, and perfectly tailored, crocodile had made sure that it was made perfectly for you, and that made you feel even more suffocated.

a small sigh escaped your lips as you tugged lightly at the neckline trying to get some air, your brows furrowing in frustration, especially when you noticed your husband gaze on the mirror.

behind you, crocodile sat on the plush elegant couch, his legs crossed casually, a glass of amber liquid resting in his hand, some sort of alcohol to deal with the event.

he had been silent, his sharp gaze fixed on you since you began getting ready, there was something about the way he watched you, not with impatience, but with quiet intensity, and it was starting to make you nervous.

“are you really just gonna stand there and stare at me?” you finally blurted, your voice wavering as you glanced at him in the mirror.

the room stayed silent for a few moments as crocodile took a long sip of the glass on his hand.

his lips curved into the faintest smirk as he set his glass down with a deliberate clink, rising from the couch. his heavy boots made no sound as he closed the distance between you.

“and why shouldn’t i?” he said, his voice low and smooth, like the roll of distant thunder, as he placed his hands on your hips.

your breath caught as his thumbs caressed your hips, his broad frame towering over yours.

his breath on your neck, making his presence impossible to ignore.

his gloved hand reached out, trailing gently along your arm before settling at your waist again, adjusting the fabric with surprising care.

“you look exquisite,” he said, his golden hook catching the strap of your dress . “even when you doubt yourself, there’s no one who could match you.”

your felt your cheeks burn as you turned your head slightly, meeting his piercing gaze directly now.

“you’re just saying that cause i'm your wife” you mumbled, suddenly shy under the weight of his attention.

“have i ever struck you as the type to waste my words?” he asked, his tone firm but still gentle, gentle just for you.

“well, no, but-” you couldn’t even end your sentence, your nerves still danced under your skin.

“then trust me,” he interrupted, leaning down just enough that his voice brushed against your ear.

“you’re perfect, as always” he whispered, kissing your cheek.

his reassurance, though simple, melted away your nerves and that left you with a warmth inside you that only him made you feel.

"do you still wanna go, sweetheart? you don't have to if you don't wanna” he asked sweetly.

you nodded, your reflection now carrying a faint, genuine smile.

“thank you,” you said softly, feeling steadier than before.

“good, now stop fussing, you’ll make us late” he replied, straightening and retrieving his glass from the table.

you chuckled, rolling your eyes as he turned back to the couch, his usual cool composure firmly in place.

even so, the lingering warmth of his words stayed with you as you gave your reflection one last look, finally feeling like the person he seemed to see.

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Hi, I was wondering if you could do "I didn't know I needed this until you came into my life." with Zoro, please? I love him soooo much!!

 . 𔘓 ؛ off from workouts nights

⇢ masterlist

⇢ writing prompts

⇢ roronoa zoro x reader.

⇢ tw: fluffff so much fluff, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: "i didn’t know i needed this until you came into my life." prompt with my love zoro

the night felt different, softer, quieter, and far more serene than usual.

the hum of the ship gently rocked against the endless stretch of sea, and the stars dotted the night sky, glinting like scattered diamonds. it wasn’t often zoro let himself break from his rigid schedule, but tonight was one of those rare exceptions.

his swords rested quietly in their sheaths, untouched for hours now. instead of the harsh grind of his usual training, the night had led him here, tucked comfortably beneath warm blankets, with you nestled against him.

he shifted slightly, finding the perfect position as his body relaxed into the mattress.

your head rested lightly on his shoulder, your fingers idly tracing small patterns along the edge of his scarred chest.

the simple comfort of your touch sent waves of ease washing over him, calming nerves usually taut from relentless effort and focus. zoro had never considered himself the kind of man who needed softness or quiet to be complete, but being here with you made him realize that maybe he’d been wrong.

you let out a content sigh, your warmth radiating against him.

“you comfortable?” you murmured softly, your voice low and sweet in the stillness of the night.

he hummed in response, pulling you just a little closer.

“yeah,” he said simply, though the weight behind that single word carried so much more. comfortable wasn’t quite the right term, it was deeper than that.

there was something grounding, something utterly complete about having you here beside him, a kind of peace he hadn’t known he needed until it was already filling the cracks he’d ignored for so long.

your fingers stilled for a moment as you tilted your head up to look at him. the moonlight streaming in through the window highlighted the relaxed set of his features, his usual scowl softened, his lips just barely curved into what could almost be a smile.

“you seem more at ease than usual,” you observed quietly.

he exhaled slowly, a sound of agreement mixed with thought.

“it’s weird,” he admitted, his voice a low rumble.

“i didn’t think… i didn’t know i needed this. not until you came into my life” he mumbled.

the confession hung in the air between you, raw , honest.

zoro wasn’t one for elaborate words, nor did he hand out pieces of his heart easily. but when he spoke, there was always weight behind it, truth that cut through everything else. you knew how much this meant coming from him.

your heart softened, and a gentle smile tugged at your lips.

“i’m glad i could be here for you,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “you deserve moments like this, you know? time to just breathe.”

his arm tightened around you, his hand coming up to brush lightly against your arm.

“don’t really know what i did to deserve you,” he murmured, almost to himself. “but i’m not letting go.”

“good,” you replied, your voice full of warmth. “because you’re stuck with me now.”

“not complaining” he chuckled lowly, the sound rare and genuine.

the room fell into a peaceful silence, the only sounds the gentle sway of the ship and your synchronized breathing.

zoro closed his eyes, letting himself sink fully into the comfort of the moment, his body, and mind at rest in a way they hadn’t been in years. this was a different kind of strength.

being with you, trusting in this quiet bond that wrapped around his heart.

“you know,” you teased gently after a moment, “this could be a regular thing. you don’t always have to push yourself so hard.”

“we’ll see,” he smirked, his usual stubbornness peeking through. but there was a softness there too, a willingness to consider it, even if just for you.

you smiled, knowing change might come slowly, but it would come. because even though zoro was strong enough to carry the weight of the world on his back, he was learning that sharing that weight with you made the load easier to bear.

and that, perhaps, was the greatest strength of all.

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hiii! could you please do "can i just hold your hand for a second?" with luffy? thank you !!

݁ . 𔘓 ؛ strawberries and red cheeks

⇢ masterlist

⇢ writing prompts

⇢ monkey d.luffy x reader.

⇢ tw: FLUFFFFF i love this prompt, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: ‘’can i just hold your hand for a second?” prompt with luffy

luffy had always been so oblivious in love, it was as if he didn't understand why you gave him small peaks on his cheeks and especially, he didn't understand why that made him feel as if he was hungry.

did you have powers for that? why did you always smell so nice, were you edible? was it really hunger? if it wasn't hunger, what was it?

it was just so confusing for him, but he just didn't want to think about it, not around you.

he enjoys observing how you flawlessly take care your plants, explaining to him every little thing you did when you finished.

how your soft hands caressed the leaves and flowers that grew so slowly, and the patience you had with them.

"look luffy" you hummed, smiling. "the fragaria is strarting to grow strawberries" you smiled, your soft hand touching the growing berries.

"ohh! can i try them? i want to try them! why are they so small?" he spoke excited, you chuckeld softly.

"they're not fully grown yet lu, we need to wait to try them" you chuckeld covering your shy smile with your hands.

lu... he had liked that, how that small sound came out of your lips.

luffy cheecks started to get warm, they felt warm as when he was angry, but he wasn't angry! not at you, he could never feel anger towards you.

"lu, are you okay? you're so red, do you feel alright?" you asked worried, placing your hand in his temple, worried.

again! and now his heart was beating so fast too, what was happening? he was starting to sweat, and he wasn't doing anything!

"chooper! i think luffy may have a feaver!" you called the doctor worried as you took your hand away.

he missed your touch now, why did he crave it so bad.

he looked at your hands, then at your frown, then his eyes fixed on your hands again.

‘’can i just hold your hand for a second?” he blurted out all of a sudden.

you looked at him and then blinked twice, confused.

"sure...yeah, if that makes you feel better" you whispered nervous, taking his hand softly, he felt even more hot inside.

''i think i'm burning from the inside out'' he mumbled worried as chopper arrived.

the small reindeer looked at you too and then started to chuckeld, luffy furrowed his brows and tried to get to his doctor, but he stayed in place as he noticed how he would loose the hold of your hand.

"chopper!" he complained. "can't you see i have some weird sickness? i am burning from the inside out!" he pouted.

the smaller one only laughed even more at that statement, you looked at him, confused, and your gaze only made him laugh even more.

you and luffy shared a look, and when chopper finally stoped laughing he looked at you both.

"what luffy has is love!" he laughed, as you blushed in shyness.

luffy stared at the doctor in confusion, then he sat up, cupping your cheeks in a rather soft way for his usual careless moves and then smiled brightly, making you blush even more.

"that's it! i don't wanna eat y/n! i just love y/n!" he exclaimed.

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Ooo what about smoker and 1 and 4?? I’m a sucker for big tough men who are so in love with their partner 😻🫶🏻

 . 𔘓 ؛ bento box

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⇢ writing prompts

⇢ smoker x reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, smoker and reader are married, reader is not a marine, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: “did you just steal my jacket?” and “how did i get so lucky to find you?” prompts with smoker.

the faint scent of tobacco and parchment filled the hallways with marine headquarters as you made your way through its winding corridors, balancing a carefully wrapped lunch in your hands. the clatter of boots and distant shouts echoed around you, but it all faded into background noise as you approached smoker’s office.

it wasn’t unusual for you to visit your husband at his office, but it always brought a sense of comfort, knowing you could sneak in a little time together during his busy day.

this wasn’t the first time you’d made the trip, knowing full well that if left to his own devices, he’d skip meals entirely, buried in work.

you didn’t bother knocking as usual, nudging the door open with your shoulder, the door creaking softly, you found him seated at his desk, his ever-present cigars resting between his fingers as he worked through a stack of paperwork. 

the office was dimly lit, the blinds drawn halfway to block out the midday sun. papers were scattered across his desk, an open ashtray resting to one side.

behind it sat smoker, his broad shoulders hunched over a stack of reports, his cigars releasing a thin trail of smoke as they rested between his fingers. the moment he looked up and saw you, a rare smile softened his sharp features, for a brief moment, the usual sternness melted from his face. 

“you didn’t have to come all this way,” he said, setting the cigars aside and rising to meet you, kissing your lips softly

“you skip meals if i don’t, and i don’t want to hear tashigi complain, you think she doesn't complain to me about your ‘work through meals’ routine?” you replied, placing the lunch down on his desk with a knowing look. 

“tashigi worries too much” he chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that warmed the room. 

“and you don’t worry enough,” you countered, stepping closer to him.

“what would i do without you?” his grin widened as he pulled you into a brief but firm embrace, the scent of smoke and leather enveloping you. 

you huffed, though the warmth of his words made your heart flutter.

“flattery won’t make up for your bad habits” you teased, but your smile betrayed you.

“how did i get so lucky to find you, woman?” he reached out, pulling you gently into his arms, the embrace firm but comforting. his chin rested lightly on the top of your head as he sighed, a rare moment of peace in his otherwise chaotic day. 

“flattery won’t save you from my lectures neither, you know” the words caught you off guard, a soft warmth spreading through your chest. you huffed, trying to hide the way they made your heart race. 

“worth a shot,” he murmured, his voice laced with quiet amusement.

as he pulled back, you shivered slightly, the chill of his office more pronounced now that you weren’t in his arms. instinctively, you rubbed your arms, trying to ward off the cold. 

smoker noticed immediately, his sharp eyes narrowing.

“you’re cold,” he stated bluntly, already moving to grab his jacket from the back of his chair.

but before he could offer it, you were quicker, snatching it up and slipping it over your shoulders. 

the fabric was heavy, far too big for you, but the warmth and familiar scent of leather and smoke were instant comforts.

“did you just steal my jacket?” smoker teased, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. 

 “you weren’t wearing it.” you teased back to face him, a smug grin on your face as you adjusted the oversized collar.

“thought you liked it when i did so” he grumbled with a smirk, though the faintest hint of teasing tugged at his lips.

“well, i like it so much that now it’s mine” you teased back, snuggling deeper into the jacket’s warmth.

he stepped closer, towering over you as he reached out to adjust the way it sat on your shoulders. 

“it’s too big for you” he muttered, his voice gruff but not unkind, placing his big hands on your hips.

“it’s perfect” you shot back, the playful defiance in your tone earning a low chuckle from him.

“you’re impossible” he said, shaking his head, though his expression softened as he rested a hand on your cheek for a brief moment.

“and yet, here i am, bringing you lunch” you quipped, motioning toward the table in the corner of his office.

relenting, he followed you, pulling out a chair for you before settling into the one across from you. the two of you shared the meal you’d brought, the conversation light and filled with the kind of domestic ease that felt rare in his world. 

smoker’s usual sharp edges softened in these moments, his focus entirely on you as you spoke about your day, occasionally sneaking bites of the food you’d carefully prepared.

he even leaned back once, savouring a bite as he commented, “you spoil me, you know that?”

 “someone has to” you rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile.

for a while, it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist, just the two of you, sharing a quiet moment in the middle of his chaotic day. but the peace didn’t last long.

a sharp knock at the door interrupted the quiet, and before either of you could respond, tashigi stepped in, clutching a clipboard to her chest.

“vice admiral, there’s an urgent matter-” she paused, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the sight before her: the remnants of lunch, smoker’s jacket draped over your shoulders, and the rare, easy expression on smoker’s face.

her cheeks flushed as she stammered, “oh! i-sorry, i didn’t mean to interrupt!”

“what is it, tashigi?” smoker let out a low sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

as she hesitantly stepped forward to relay the details, you began tidying up the table, shooting smoker a small smile as you moved to leave. 

his gaze lingered on you, a flicker of regret passing through his eyes before he returned his attention to tashigi.

as you slipped out of the office, the warmth of his jacket still wrapped around you, you couldn’t help but smile.

 even with the interruptions, moments like these reminded you of how much you meant to each other, a steady constant in the whirlwind of his world.

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Pre-relationship “did you just steal my jacket?" with Zoro please. Up to you if pre/post time skip!

You’d think it’d be the reader wearing Zoro’s shirt, but it’s Zoro wearing their oversized grey hoodie and sweatpants. Zoro is oblivious while reader is flustered when they see him working out 😂

It’s cute that the Straw Hats wear each other’s clothes sometimes 🥺

 . 𔘓 ؛ what's yours is mine too

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⇢ roronoa zoro x reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, zoro being a tease and reader being flustered about it, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: “did you just steal my jacket?” prompt with my boy.

the morning unfolds gently, with the first rays of sunlight spilling through the curtains, casting a warm golden hue across the room. the air is crisp and filled with the faint hum of birdsong, mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee that sanji was making, drifting from the kitchen.

the world seems to stretch and yawn awake; you stirred in bed, seeking the comfort of your boyfriend next to you in bed, finding his spot empty.

you whimpered, fingers brushing over the cool sheets where zoro had been, it was unusual for him to wake up early, which made you even more uncomfortable.

with a soft pout, you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. the day already felt a little less warm without him there.

dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffled to the closet, your heart set on your oversized grey hoodie. the thought of its familiar softness against your skin made the chill of the morning seem more bearable.

but it wasn’t there.

your brows furrowed as you looked through every possible hiding spot. no hoodie. under the bed? no hoodie. by the messy draws you shared with your boyfriend? still no hoodie. frustration bubbled up as you grabbed another one, smaller, less comfy, and pulled it on with a huff before heading toward the kitchen.

the smell of breakfast greeted you first, followed by the sight of sanji expertly flipping pancakes while zoro leaned against the counter, a steaming mug of coffee in hand.

“good morning, y/n" sanji smiled to you but your attention was immediately stolen by zoro.

more specifically, by the hoodie slung casually over his broad shoulders. your hoodie.

“are you serious? did you just steal my hodie?” you blurted, staring at him.

zoro glanced up from his coffee, one brow arched. “what?”

“that’s mine!” you exclaimed, pointing at the grey hoodie as it hung off him.

zoro tilted his head as if this was news to him. “oh. thought it was lying around.”

“it wasn’t lying around, it was in my part of the room. my hoodie, zoro!” you crossed your arms, glaring at him.

sanji glanced over, clearly amused, as he stirred a pot of something aromatic. “ah, the barbarian strikes again. zoro, don’t you know it’s rude to steal a lady’s clothes?”

“it’s not stealing,” zoro said, shrugging. “besides, what's her it's mines too”

“it doesn't work like that!,” you shot back, stomping closer. “give it back.”

zoro smirked, setting his mug down. “fine, fine,” he said, tugging the hoodie off and tossing it to you. “here. happy?”

you caught it and immediately pulled it on, feeling a surge of satisfaction as its oversized warmth enveloped you again. “ecstatic,” you muttered, stomping toward the table, trying to ignore the sound of sanji’s chuckle.

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the morning had settled into its usual rhythm, the hum of the waves blending with the clatter of weights and the rhythmic swish of a weighs slicing through the air so you decided to head to the training area, if only to check on zoro and make sure he wasn’t overdoing it.

as you stepped onto the deck, the sun cast golden rays across the ship, making everything feel alive. your eyes instantly landed on zoro, and your jaw practically hit the floor.

he was shirtless, sweat gleaming on his chest and shoulders as he moved through his sword drills, each swing precise and deliberate. his focus was intense, and for a moment, you might have admired the view... if not for the fact that he was wearing your sweatpants.

your favourite, soft, perfectly broken-in sweatpants.

“zoro!” you barked, storming toward him.

he stopped mid-swing, one huge weight still raised, as his gaze shifted lazily to you. “yeah?”

you planted your hands on your hips, glaring at him. “are those my sweatpants?”

he glanced down at himself, as if only now noticing, then shrugged. “guess they are.”

“what do you mean, ‘guess they are’?!” you demanded, flailing your arms at the offending pants. “why are you wearing my clothes again? haven't you listened to me?”

“they were there,” he said simply, as if that explained everything.

you gaped at him, completely at a loss for words. “you’re unbelievable. first my hoodie, now my sweatpants? what’s next, my socks?”

he grinned, walking over to you, completely unbothered by your rising frustration. “depends, are they comfortable too?”

“zoro!” you snapped, your cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment as he stopped just inches from you. his proximity was disarming, especially with how nonchalant he looked.

he tilted his head, amusement glinting in his eyes. “you’re really worked up over this, huh?”

“yes, i am!” you shot back, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your checks. “those are mine, and you’re stretching them out!”

“they look fine to me.” his smirk widened as he reached out, tugging playfully at the waistband of the sweatpants. “if anything, they fit me better.”

you slapped his hand away, your face burning. “you’re the worst, you know that?”

“nah,” he said softly, leaning down slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make your heart race. “you like me too much for that.”

before you could come up with a witty retort, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in the lightest, most teasing kiss imaginable. it was so quick, so maddeningly brief, that by the time you processed it, he was already pulling back, his smirk firmly in place.

your face went hot, your hands instinctively grabbing at the hem of your hoodie as if to ground yourself. “don’t think you can distract me with with that,” you stammered, your words faltering under the weight of your flustered state.

“worked, didn’t it?” he said, his voice low and teasing as he stepped back toward his training area.

you glared at him, your heart still pounding as he picked up his weights, completely unbothered.

“this isn’t over, zoro!” you called after him, but your voice lacked its usual conviction.

he glanced over his shoulder, his grin as infuriating as ever. “whatever you say, princess.”

you groaned, burying your face in your hands. he was impossible, and unfortunately for you, he knew exactly how to get under your skin.

but he was yours, he was your clothing thief boyfriend

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Hey I have a zoro× reader request. Could you write a angst story of a jealous zoro where reader is his crew mate and they are in zou where zunisha gets attacked and when everyone are falling law saves reader and they are also working together with everyone else to heal him all of which makes zoro jealous. Make it angsty and long  you can end how u like.

Include whatever prompt you want

 . 𔘓 ؛ jealousy, jealousy

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⇢ writing prompts

⇢ roronoa zoro x reader.

⇢ tw: angst, violence injury, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ a/n: i still haven't reached zou arc, so i am going to make it more neutral (in terms of arcs) and it's sanji who saves the reader to make my boy mad.

⇢ summary: sanji saves you from a near-death experience, making zoro feel guilty and jealous when he sees the cook taking care of you after he finished training.

the adrenaline still coursed through your veins as you sat in the infirmary.

a thick bandage wrapped around your arm and a fresh mug of tea in your hands, courtesy of sanji.

his concern had been immediate and unwavering, and even now, as he sat on the stool across from you, his eyes flickered to your injury every few seconds, like he needed to reassure himself that you were still in one piece.

“you shouldn’t push yourself so recklessly, y/n, do you have any idea how close that was?” sanji said, his voice tinged with equal parts frustration and worry.

you winced, not just from the memory of the fight, but from the way his words carried the weight of what could’ve happened.

“i’m fine, sanji, thanks to you” you murmured, offering him a small smile in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“you’re lucky i was close enough to help" he huffed, running a hand through his hair.

the door creaked open, and the familiar clink of zoro’s earrings announced his arrival.

his gaze immediately locked onto you, taking in the bandage, the tea, and, most notably, sanji sitting far too close for his liking. zoro’s jaw tightened, and he stepped further into the room, his sword still strapped to his back, a sheen of sweat on his skin from his training session.

“what happened?” he asked, his voice low and tense.

“she had a close call,” sanji answered before you could. his tone was clipped, but there was a spark of satisfaction in his eyes as he looked at zoro.

“good thing i was there to pull her out of it” the cook, making zoro feel even worse.

zoro’s brow furrowed as his eyes shifted to you.

“how bad is it?” he asked tense, his eyes hinting a huge amount of worry.

“just a scratch, really, it’s nothing-” you said quickly, holding up your bandaged arm.

“it wasn’t, nothing, she could’ve been killed, and you were nowhere to be found” sanji interjected, cutting you off.

you furrowed your brows, looking at sanji mad at the accusation he had made to your boyfriend.

“don’t” zoro snapped, his voice sharp enough to silence the cook.

his gaze darkened as he turned back to you, the guilt in his eyes unmistakable.

“why didn’t you wait for backup? why didn’t you wait for me?” he asked in a desperate whisper.

your chest tightened at the raw emotion in his voice, but before you could respond,

“she didn’t have a choice. i already told you” sanji stood, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“i wasn’t asking you, cook” zoro growled, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword.

“zoro,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. his muscles tensed under your hand, but he didn’t pull away.

“it wasn’t his fault. he saved me” you reminded him.

zoro’s eyes flickered to yours, and for a moment, the anger drained from his face, replaced by a deep, unspoken guilt.

“i should’ve been there,” he muttered, his voice low.

“you couldn’t have known,” you reassured him, squeezing his arm gently.

“if you’re done glaring daggers at me, i’ll leave you two to sort this out. but she still needs to rest” sanji, sensing the tension between you two, let out a dramatic sigh.

zoro didn’t respond, his attention fixed entirely on you.

sanji left with a parting glance, the door clicking shut behind him. once you were alone, zoro sank onto the stool sanji had vacated, his elbows resting on his knees as he ran a hand through his hair.

"rest, and don't move too much" zoro grumbled, leaving too as you laid alone.

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later that night, the moon hung high over the thousand sunny, casting its silvery light across the deck as the ship rocked gently on the waves. the quiet hum of the ocean filled the night, but it was interrupted by the sharp sound of a blade slicing through the air. zoro was in the training room again, long after the others had gone to bed, his sweat-drenched form illuminated by the dim lanterns swaying overhead.

you watched from the doorway, concern etched on your face. this wasn’t the first time he’d pushed himself too far, but tonight, it felt different. his movements were frantic, almost desperate, his breathing ragged as he swung his swords in relentless repetition.

“zoro,” you called softly, stepping into the room.

he didn’t stop, didn’t even look your way.

“zoro, that’s enough,” you tried again, louder this time.

his jaw clenched, his muscles straining as he brought his swords down in a final, forceful strike. the weight of his emotions seemed to crash down with the blow.

"what are you doing here? you should be resting" dropping to one knee, he let his swords fall to the floor, his hands trembling.

“what are you doing to yourself?” you rushed to his side, kneeling beside him and placing a hand on his arm.

“i couldn’t protect you.” his voice was hoarse, thick with guilt.

“if sanji hadn’t been there… you could have-” he shook his head, refusing to meet your gaze.

“stop,” you interrupted, your tone firm but gentle.

“i’m here, zoro. i’m okay. that’s all that matters.” you reasured gently.

he looked at you then, his eyes clouded with something you didn’t often see from him, fear.

“but i wasn’t there,” he said, his voice breaking slightly.

“and i can’t stop thinking… what if you decide you’re better off with someone who can actually keep you safe?” he mumbled

the vulnerability in his words struck you, and your heart ached for him. cupping his face in your hands, you forced him to look at you.

“don’t you dare think that,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion.

“i don’t love you because you can protect me; i love you because you’re you. strong, stubborn, loyal, you. and no one else could ever take your place.” you reminded him gently, cupping his face shyly.

“but sanji-” his hands reached up to cover yours, his grip almost hesitant.

“sanji is my friend,but you’re the one i chose. you’re the one i love. do you hear me?” you interrupted, shaking your head.

“i hate this, i hate that he had to save you. i hate that i wasn’t there” he admitted quietly, his usual stoicism slipping just enough to let you see the vulnerability beneath.

“zoro, you’re always there for me. you can’t be everywhere all the time.” you said, your voice soft. you leaned forward, resting your forehead against his.

his hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin.

“but you’re mine to protect,” he murmured, the possessiveness in his voice tempered by the sheer depth of his care.

“and you do protect me, every single day” you whispered, placing your hand over his.

the tension in his shoulders eased slightly, though the guilt didn’t entirely leave his eyes.

“just… promise me you’ll be more careful,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“i promise,” you replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips.

he held you there for a moment, his arms wrapping around you as if to shield you from the world itself.

and at that moment, you knew that, despite everything, he would always find his way back to you.

he searched your eyes, as if looking for any hint of doubt, but all he found was sincerity. slowly, he nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction.

you wrapped your arms around him tighter, pulling him even closer.

“you don’t have to carry this alone, we’re a team, remember? i’ll always be here for you, just like you are for me” you whispered, your fingers threading through his damp hair.

“i’m sorry,” he murmured, he tightened his hold on you, his breaths evening out as your words sank in.

“you don’t have to apologize,” you replied, pulling back just enough to look at him.

“just promise me you’ll stop beating yourself up over this. you’re more than enough, zoro. you always have been” you whispered softly.

“i’ll try” for the first time that night, a small, tentative smile tugged at his lips.

“good, now, let’s get you cleaned up and to bed before you collapse" you said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

he grunted in acknowledgment, letting you help him to his feet.

as you guided him out of the training room, his arm draped over your shoulders for support, he couldn’t help but feel a weight lifting from his chest.

you loved him, not because of his strength, not because of his ability to protect, but because he was him. and for zoro, that was enough.

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Hello~ I hope you're doing well this holiday season! I was hoping to request a Crocodile x reader prompt regarding "can I hold your hand for a second" that turns into "you've been holding my hand for hours, are you sure you're not tired of it."???

 . 𔘓 ؛ his hand and hook

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⇢ crocodile x reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary:"can I hold your hand for a second" prompt with my man croc.

the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a gentle light over the room, and the only sounds were the faint rustling of the sheets and the rhythmic ticking of a nearby clock.

crocodile was finally lying beside you in bed, his form stretched out comfortably under the covers. the quiet intimacy of the moment felt almost surreal, as if the world outside had faded away, leaving only the two of you in your little sanctuary.

he had been working late into the night, papers scattered across the desk in the corner of the room, but now that he was finally in bed, he seemed to have settled into the rare moment of stillness. his eyes, sharp and observant as always, flickered over the reports in his hands, his hook delicately turning the pages while he lay on his side.

you, however, were starting to get distracted, abandoned your book on your lap as you looked over at him.

the way his jaw was slightly clenched in concentration, how his eyes narrowed as he scanned the text. there was something captivating about it, the way he seemed so immersed in his thoughts.

but more than anything, you wanted to be closer to him. you shifted a little, moving closer to his side.

“can i hold your hand for a second?” with a quiet voice, you asked,

crocodile didn’t look at you right away, his hook still turning pages, but he paused for just a moment.

his fingers, warm and calloused, reached out toward you without hesitation, offering his hand, the metal of his hook gently clicking against the bedframe. you took it without another word, your fingers entwining with his in a simple, comforting gesture.

you didn’t need to say anything else. his hand was a steady anchor in the quiet of the night, his presence a calm and reassuring force.

you felt a small smile tug at your lips as you rested your head against his shoulder, your body curling into his warmth as you gently traced lines on his hand.

his hand, large and firm, engulfed yours completely, the sensation grounding you in a way that words never could.

time passed in this peaceful silence, crocodile still reading and you content to simply be near him. but as the minutes stretched on, a thought began to nag at the back of your mind.

his grip never wavered, but what if you were making him uncomfortable? what if he was getting tired of holding your hand?

with a soft sigh, you pulled your head back slightly, looking up at him. “you’ve been holding my hand for hours… are you sure you’re not tired of it?”

for a moment, he didn’t respond.

his eyes were still fixed on the papers in front of him, but you could see the tiniest of smiles playing at the corners of his lips.

then, with a soft chuckle, he looked down at you, his voice low and soothing.

“tired?” he repeated, the amusement clear in his tone. “no, not at all. i could hold your hand forever if i wanted to.”

you blinked, surprised by his words. it was rare for him to be so openly affectionate, and yet, in the quiet of the night, with nothing but the two of you in this shared space, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. croc tightened his grip just slightly, as if to reassure you, his hand warm and steady in yours.

“besides,” he continued, his voice softer now, “you’re the only thing worth holding onto.”

the sincerity in his words made your heart skip a beat, and you felt a warmth spread through you. you smiled up at him, your thumb brushing lightly over the back of his hand.

“i’m glad you think so,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath.

“i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t mean it,” croc replied, his gaze returning to the reports.

but there was a gentleness in his eyes now, something that felt both tender and protective. he didn’t need to say more; you knew exactly what he meant.

you leaned your head back against his shoulder, content to stay like this, his hand in yours. the outside world didn’t matter in this moment.

all that mattered was the quiet companionship you shared, the warmth of his touch, and the soft, unspoken connection between you.

as the minutes stretched on, croc finally set the reports aside, his hook tapping lightly against the nightstand as he turned toward you.

“you should sleep,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “we’ve both had a long day.”

you nodded, your eyelids growing heavy, but before you could drift off, croc’s hand gave yours one last gentle squeeze.

“don’t worry about me. i’m not tired of this. i’m just… here with you,” he whispered, his voice softening even further as he shifted to pull you closer.

you smiled, feeling your heart swell with affection.

“me too,” you whispered back, your eyes closing as you finally allowed yourself to relax into the comfort of his presence.

and in that quiet, peaceful moment, you both drifted into sleep, your hands still intertwined, a silent promise that you would always be there for each other.

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HEYHEY!!! I absolutely love your headcanons, please never give up!!

So, could you do a "how did i get so lucky to find you?" with Luffy?? If I may, I would like the reader to have gone through difficult things and Luffy would always try to cheer them up.

Have a great day, and take your time to do It! <33

 . 𔘓 ؛ finding joy

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⇢ monkey d.luffy x reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, gender-neutral reader, comforting luffy, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: "how did i get so lucky to find you?" prompt with luffy.

the crew bustled around the deck, preparing for the evening, but you sat off to the side, quiet and lost in thought.

memories from your past weighed heavily on your mind, the ache of things you couldn’t change pressing hard against your chest.

luffy noticed immediately.

he always did when something was off. bounding over to your side, he plopped down beside you, his wide grin unyielding despite your somber expression.

“whatcha thinking about?” he asked, tilting his head like a curious child.

you sighed, the weight of your thoughts lingering even as you appreciated his presence.

“just... old stuff,” you murmured. “things that are hard to forget.”

his brow furrowed briefly, not entirely understanding, but his determination to help shone through.

“well, thinking too much makes your head hurt,” he said with simple conviction. “and if your head hurts, you can’t eat as much meat. so you gotta stop!”

“that’s your solution for everything, isn’t it?” despite yourself, a small laugh escaped your lips.

“yep!” he declared proudly, stretching his arms up toward the sky. “but it works, right? see, you’re already smiling!”

“you’re something else, luffy.” you shook your head, a mixture of amusement and affection bubbling to the surface.

“you bet I am!” he grinned wider, clearly taking it as a compliment.

the ache in your chest eased as you looked at him, his carefree nature pulling you from the grip of your past.

“how did i get so lucky to find you?” you asked, half to yourself but loud enough for him to hear.

“lucky? did i lose something?” his head tilted again, confusion flickering across his face.

“no, luffy. it’s just... you make things better, even when it feels like they can’t be.” you laughed fully this time, shaking your head.

“well, yeah! we’re nakama! that’s what we do!” his grin returned, brighter than ever.

and in that moment, you realized that no matter how heavy the past felt, luffy’s unwavering spirit would always be there to remind you of the joy waiting just ahead.

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݁ . 𔘓 ؛ recovery

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⇢ carlos saiz x f!reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, just fluff, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: where carlos is having trouble staying still recovering from his appendix surgery so y/n helps him relax.

“carlos you’ve got to rest” you repeated again, hugging your boyfriend’s back while he was trying again to lift your little puppy. “leave ollie, you can’t pick him up now” you whispered, he groaned, he could barley walk, yet he needed to be doing stuff.

"cariño, look at that little face, i need to pick him up" he pouted like a little kid, you chuckeld softly, shaking your head and picking the puppy who started to happily lick your face.

"happy now?" you asked, he rolled his eyes, hugging you with ollie barking energetically between you two.

"i just wanna do something" he mumbled on your forehead.

"then let's do something mi amor" you whispered, putting ollie back in the ground, who chaoticly started jumping arround.

you cupped his face, caressing his cheecks softly, he sighed, placing his big hands on your hips.

"but what can we do?" he muttered, he looked like a lost puppy.

"do you wanna watch a film? or mabye we can start a new series" you asked.

he seamed to dubt a bit, but them noded, mumbling a low 'kay' before kissing your forhead.

"let's get a bit comfy, kay?" you whispered softly, caressing his hair and gently guiding him towards the bedroom.

"help me, amor please" he asked you, lifting his hands as you helped him taking of the shirt and plants, chuckeling as you caressed carefully the small scar on his stomach, he changed to his pajamas, same as you did when he assured you he didn't need more help.

between kisses, you both walked back to the sofa, carlos hugging your back while you guided him in an awkward funny way.

you both sitted there, cuddling, his face in your chest now as you played with his hair carefully, he on the other side, choosing a film to watch, softly caressing your thigh.

"y/n" carlos whispered sweetly, you hummed in response. "i love you" he whispered melting your heart.

"i love you too" you whispered back.

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just two weeks later you where kissing his him as he got off his car, he had just won the australian gp, just two weeks after his surgery.

"did i do great?" he asked as you caressed his cheecks, joining your forheads.

"you're fucking unbelievable" you chuckeld softly kissing him again. "i love you, carlos"

"i love you too" he laughed.

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Hi! I love how you write so much! You do such an incredible job!

I was hoping maybe you could do a Smoker X Wife reader who is always making sure he isn’t neglecting his health.

We all know Smoky has to be a workaholic and a perfectionist so he is always determined to do his job 100% while neglecting his health. Meaning no sleep and forgetting to eat.

 . 𔘓 ؛ four times

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⇢ husband!smoker x wife!reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, gender-neutral reader, mild injury care, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: 4 times y/n, smoker’s wife, takes care of him.

the first time you took care of smoker was after a nasty skirmish at the harbor.

a brawl with a rogue group of pirates had left him bruised and battered, though, as always, he shrugged it off like it was nothing.

"it's just a scratch," he grumbled as you pulled him into your shared quarters, his coat slung over your arm after he'd stubbornly refused to leave it behind.

"scratch or not, you're sitting down," you countered firmly, guiding him to the chair by the window. "let me take a look."

he huffed but relented, muttering about how he'd dealt with worse. the sight of him, the man known for his imposing presence,reduced to a scuffed-up heap made your heart twist with concern.

gently, you rolled up his sleeve to reveal a gash along his forearm, not deep but angry-looking and raw.

"you really need to stop punching things with your bare hands," you teased, trying to keep the mood light.

"they deserved it," smoker replied, his gravelly voice tinged with pride.

"and now you're paying for it." you chuckled despite yourself, reaching for the first-aid kit.

as you cleaned and bandaged the wound, his eyes stayed on you, softening as your hands worked carefully but efficiently. it was rare for him to sit still like this, to let someone tend to him without protest.

"you don't have to fuss over me," he said quietly.

"i’m not fussing," you replied, tying the bandage securely. "i’m making sure you don’t bleed all over the place. big difference."

"still. thanks." his lips quirked into the smallest of smiles.

you brushed a hand gently over his knuckles before letting go. "always," you said softly. "now stop getting into fights you don’t have to."

"no promises," he muttered, but there was warmth in his voice now.

"figured as much." you sighed, shaking your head.

and though smoker might've never been one for overt displays of affection, in that quiet room, with the soft creak of the ship and your hands tending to his wounds, there was no denying the depth of the bond you shared.

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the second time you took care of smoker was after a long day of work, where he’d been out on a particularly frustrating mission. he’d come back late, his face pinched with exhaustion, and his usually sharp demeanour dulled from the weight of the day.

you found him sitting at the kitchen table, rubbing his temples, trying to shake off the tension in his neck. the moment he saw you, he grumbled a half-hearted greeting.

“rough day?” you asked, already setting a warm mug of tea on the table in front of him.

“you could say that,” smoker muttered, his eyes still unfocused. his whole posture screamed exhaustion, like every muscle in his body had been pushed to its limits.

you moved to sit beside him, your hand gently resting on his shoulder.

"come on," you said softly. "let me help you relax."

with a sigh, he leaned back in his chair, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as you began massaging his neck. the weight of his usual stoic demeanour seemed to melt away under your touch, and for the first time in a long while, he let himself be vulnerable.

“i’m fine,” he said, though the words were quiet, almost as if he didn’t quite believe them himself.

“yeah, i know,” you whispered. “but sometimes, even the toughest need to take a break.”

you continued working your fingers into the knots in his shoulders, feeling the tension slowly dissipate as he let out a soft sigh.

his hand rested over yours as you massaged his neck, a silent thanks, the touch more tender than he would ever say out loud.

"you always know how to make me feel better," smoker muttered, his voice low but genuine.

you smiled gently, brushing a strand of his hair away from his face. "it's the least i can do," you said, leaning closer to press a soft kiss to the top of his head.

for a moment, the world outside the kitchen faded away, leaving just the two of you in that quiet, peaceful space. and as you continued to help him unwind, it became clear that, even though he never asked for help, he always appreciated it when you were there for him.

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the third time you took care of smoker was on a day when he’d been buried in paperwork for hours. the sound of flipping pages and the occasional frustrated grunt was the only noise in the office, his eyes glued to the pile of documents that seemed never-ending.

you had noticed that he hadn’t taken a break in ages, barely even noticing the time pass as he worked. it was a familiar sight, one that often made you worry—he tended to push himself too hard, and sometimes he forgot to take care of himself in the process.

so, you decided to do something about it.

quietly, you walked into the room with a tray of food in your hands—nothing fancy, just his favourite dish of rice and grilled fish, a small bowl of soup on the side.

you set it down gently on the desk next to him, and his tired eyes flickered up at you, a flash of surprise crossing his face.

"i didn’t ask for food," smoker muttered, his gaze drifting back to the paperwork.

“i know," you said, offering him a playful smile as you slid the tray closer to him. "but you haven't eaten in hours. and if i have to keep reminding you to take care of yourself, i will."

he grunted, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite himself. he didn’t say anything else as you sat down across from him, simply reaching for the chopsticks and starting to eat.

you watched him for a moment, just enjoying the rare sight of him slowing down, his shoulders less tense as he took a break from his endless work.

after a few minutes, smoker finally spoke, his voice softened by the warmth of the meal. "you always know what i need before i do, huh?"

you gave a small, quiet laugh. "i’ve been with you long enough to know when you’re running on empty."

he didn’t answer right away, but you caught the way he looked at you, the slightest bit of gratitude in his tired eyes.

when the meal was finished, you gently cleared the tray and gave him a look that silently told him to rest.

he gave in, leaning back in his chair, allowing himself to take a breath.

"thanks," he said quietly, his voice sincere. "i don’t know what i’d do without you."

you smiled softly. "you’d probably eat instant noodles and get a headache from all that paperwork," you teased.

smoker chuckled under his breath, relaxing for the first time that day. “guess i’ll have to keep you around then, huh?”

“that’s the plan,” you said, your voice light with affection as you moved to sit beside him, content just to be in his company.

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the fourth time you took care of smoker was the quietest yet most intimate. after a long day of chasing down leads, dealing with paperwork, and handling countless responsibilities, smoker had barely kept his eyes open by the time he returned home.

as he slumped onto the couch, sighing deeply, you noticed how utterly exhausted he was. his usual sharp edge seemed dulled, his body slumped as if it couldn’t hold itself up anymore. you knew he’d been running on fumes for too long.

without saying a word, you quietly grabbed a blanket and draped it over his form, gently smoothing it down as you moved to sit beside him. smoker didn’t protest; he barely even looked up from his tired, bleary eyes.

“you should get some sleep,” you murmured softly, brushing a hand through his hair, trying to ease the tension from his shoulders.

he muttered something unintelligible under his breath, his body shifting slightly as if he wanted to pull away from the world, but he didn’t. instead, he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as if he knew that for once, he could let someone else take care of him.

“i’ll be fine,” smoker muttered, his voice thick with exhaustion.

you shook your head with a small smile, settling beside him more comfortably. “you’re always fine until you burn out, but tonight, you’re going to sleep. and i’ll be here when you wake up.”

he let out a deep, contented sigh, still wary but too tired to argue. the tension in his muscles slowly unravelled as he relaxed under the warmth of your touch. you sat beside him, not speaking, simply existing in the quiet moments.

eventually, smoker drifted off to sleep, his breathing soft and even. you didn’t move, not wanting to disturb him. instead, you stayed close, keeping watch as he rested—his peace was all that mattered now.

you could feel your eyelids growing heavy, but you stayed alert, the quiet weight of his presence beside you keeping you grounded.

smoker had always been the one to protect others, the one who carried the burden alone, but tonight, you were there to share the weight of the world with him, even if only for a while.

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hello !! if it's not taken, and if you're not busy, could you do "is it weird if i say i never want this moment to end?" with sanji ?? thank you ♡

also, is it alright to ask what your first language is ?? totally understandable if you'd rather not share

 . 𔘓 ؛ home sweet home

⇢ masterlist

⇢ writing prompts

⇢ vinsmoke sanji x reader.

⇢ a/n: i speak spanish luv 😸

⇢ tw: fluff, this is so cute and domestic, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: “is it weird if i say i never want this moment to end?” prompt with sanji

heaven, for sanji, was moments like this. the soft hum of the kitchen as he moved around, his hands deftly chopping vegetables, stirring the simmering sauce, the familiar clink of pots and pans in the background. the warm, comforting scent of the meal he was preparing filled the air, wrapping around him like a soft embrace. he could feel the heat of the stove against his skin, the rhythmic motion of his work, but more than anything, he could feel the peace that settled in his chest. because you were here.

you sat at the kitchen table, legs curled up beneath you, a book in your hands.

your attention was fully on the pages in front of you, but sporadically, you’d glance up to catch him in the act of doing something he loved.

his brow furrowed in concentration as he tasted the sauce, the way he hummed lightly to himself, the gentle clink of his lighter when he lit the stove.

everything about him radiated warmth, and it made your heart feel fuller than you could put into words.

you smiled softly, watching as he worked with such care and focus. his passion for cooking was evident, but the tenderness with which he prepared everything was what made his creations truly special.

it wasn’t just about making food; it was about creating something for you, something that came from the very core of who he was.

sanji paused for a moment, a spoon in hand, and glanced over his shoulder. his eyes met yours, the warmth in his gaze softening. you didn’t even realize you’d been watching him so intently until he caught you.

"hey," he said, his voice low, as he wiped his hands on a towel before turning back to his work. "is it weird if i say i never want this moment to end?"

the words hung in the air, and you blinked in surprise, your heart giving a small, sudden flutter.

you lowered your book slightly, tilting your head, sensing the sincerity in his tone. there was something in the way he spoke,so quietly, yet so intensely, that made your chest ache with affection.

"weird?" you echoed softly, your lips curving into a gentle smile. "not at all."

sanji let out a breath, turning his attention back to the task at hand, but you could see the way his shoulders relaxed, like he had been carrying something unspoken for a while and now, it was out in the open. he moved with more ease now, his hands moving through the motions of preparing dinner, but his mind seemed to be elsewhere,entirely on you.

"it’s just,it’s... when i’m cooking, when i’m making something for you, it’s like the rest of the world just disappears. and when i see you sitting there, reading, looking so peaceful… i can’t help but think, this is exactly where i want to be. here, with you. nothing else matters. it feels perfect" he continued, his voice a little softer now, almost distracted.

your heart swelled at his words. it was such a simple moment,a quiet evening, the two of you together, nothing too grand,but somehow, to him, it was everything. you felt your chest tighten with emotion, and you set your book aside, standing up from the table to walk over to him.

he didn’t seem to notice you coming until you were right beside him, and you gently rested a hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin even through the fabric of his shirt. he looked up, a surprised, but fond expression on his face as you leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"this moment is perfect," you whispered, your voice soft and steady. "because you’re here. because we’re here. and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else either."

sanji’s eyes softened, and he smiled at you, a genuine, heartfelt smile that made the entire room feel warmer.

he placed the spoon down on the counter and turned to face you fully, pulling you into his arms. the scent of garlic and fresh herbs lingered in the air, mixing with the sweetness of the moment. his hands rested gently on your back, pulling you closer, as if afraid you might slip away from him.

"i’m glad you feel that way," he murmured, his voice quiet and content. "because all i ever want is to share these moments with you. even if we’re just cooking or reading, it’s everything to me."

you closed your eyes for a moment, savouring the warmth of his embrace, the steady beat of his heart against yours. "you make even the simplest moments feel special, sanji," you said softly. "just being with you is enough."

he chuckled lightly, pulling away just enough to look you in the eyes, his gaze tender and loving. "you say that now, but wait until you taste what i’ve been making. i promise, it'll make you fall in love with me all over again."

you laughed, the sound light and carefree, and gave him a playful shove. "i already have, sanji. i already have."

the rest of the evening passed in a blissful, domestic rhythm. the sound of knives chopping, the bubbling of sauce, the occasional playful banter between the two of you. it was everything that made life feel full,quiet, simple, and full of love.

as he finished plating the food, sanji placed the dish in front of you, his eyes filled with that same warmth.

"bon appétit, my love," he said, a hint of playful pride in his voice. "i hope you’re ready to fall in love with me again."

you smiled, reaching out to take his hand.

"already have," you whispered, leaning in to kiss him before taking the first bite of the meal he had so lovingly prepared.

in that moment, everything felt right. the world outside could wait. as long as you were together, nothing else could possibly matter.

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 . 𔘓 ؛ ways of love

⇢ masterlist

⇢ pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

⇢ s1!seong gi-hun x reader, cho sang-woo x reader, kang sae-byeok x reader, abdul ali x reader

⇢ a/n: hiii, i'm back, sorry i was off for all this time, but everything has been too much lately but i'm better now soooo squid game headcanons ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

⇢ tw: fluff, not poly they’re separated, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary:  what are their love languages? 

🎰₊˚seong gi-hun·˚ 

₊he’s sooo sweet, he surely loves to cuddle with you, which will probably end up in him tickling you while you both giggle playfully.

₊expect a lot of pda, this man loves you and looooves to show he loves you, he will never shut up about you.

₊he would love to walk with you and his daughter in the park, maybe have a picnic there.

₊he didn't tell you when he got into the game, he didn't want you to know because he'd think you would think he was a loser and you would leave him </3

🔪₊˚cho sang-woo·˚ 

₊he’s more reserved, he actually doesn't like pda but will have his arm around your shoulder or waist, he likes to show that you're his and he's yours.

₊always having his scent around, the tobacco and cheap cologne that always lingers around him also follows you.

₊he will definitely try to take you to at least an elegant restaurant, he feels like you deserve it.

₊he probably lied to you about the games, just like he did with his mother, but it would be harder for him to it with you.

🧢₊˚kang sae-byeok·˚ 

₊she’s very private, i feel like nobody would know you two are dating except for his brother and a few more people like really close friends

₊SHE DEFINITELY HOLDS YOUR PINKY, i'm so sure she will walk just holding pinkies in such a gentle, sweet way.

₊she soooooo protective of you, always being around you, you low-key have scary dog privilege with her

₊she did tell you about the games, so that you took care of her brother, so you knew she wasn't coming back when gi-hun came as she asked him in the games </3.

🔵₊˚abdul ali·˚ 

₊sweetest man on earth, he's like a little puppy always around you all over you, kissing you and hugging you.

₊this man loves you and loves to show the world how he loves you, he will never shut up about you, is he's favorite topic.

₊he would definitely cook you as his love language, and he cooks soooooo fucking good.

₊he did tell you about the games, just that not so clearly, so you thought he had left you when he didn't came back <////3

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