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lumiolivier · 18 days

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Clean Start

Series: One Piece

Chapter: One Shot

Word Count: 2199

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Ace x Reader (YN)

Ace works hard. He deserves a little special something, something at the end of his day, doesn't he?

a.n.: This was supposed to be smut. Where's the smut, Lumi? It's all fluffy. I ordered this with smut! But it's covered in cute! Who said you could cover this in cute?! Oh, yeah. I did. Because I decided to write something hella self indulgent. Sue me.

“Hey, baby!” You heard Ace at the front door of your apartment. After working back to back twelve hour shifts for the last four days and coming home late, he wanted nothing more than to curl up with his favorite person in the world, “Finally free. Just you and me for the next…Where the hell are you?”

Little did he know, you were in the bedroom, waiting for him to come home. In nothing but a black silk robe he had gotten you for your birthday. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and couldn’t help but admire the reflection. Because let’s face it. That robe made you look incredible. And it only enhanced what was waiting for Ace underneath it.

“YN, where the hell did…” Ace stood in the doorway absolutely stunned. He wasn’t expecting you to be standing in the bedroom. Most certainly not like…that, “Oh…Hello.”

“Hi there,” you couldn’t wipe the smirk off your face if you wanted to. You had a plan. And part of that plan was waiting for both of you in the bathroom already. You knew when he’d get off. You knew how long it took him to get home. You even factored in a stop at the gas station for a slurpee. You couldn’t have timed it more perfectly.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure,” Ace pulled you into his hips, his arm resting in his lower back and his lips all over your neck, “of getting my girl like this?”

“I missed you, too,” you squirm under each little kiss with tingles shooting through your extremities, reveling in the smell of his sweat, “I figured you and I could do something together.”

“Oh, darling, I’m flattered,” Ace put a hand to his chest, “But I don’t think I got that in me.”

Mmhm. Keep thinking that, “I promise this couldn’t be any less strenuous. This is me taking care of everything.”

“Really?” Ace perked up, “Do tell, YN. Do tell. No, wait. Let me guess. Does it involve us leaving the house?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Alright,” Ace cocked a smile at you, “Does it involve you?”

“Yes…” You took his hands.

“Does it…” Ace thought a little harder, a little crease appearing in his forehead, “Does it involve…candle wax?”

“It could,” you shrugged him off, “But it doesn’t have to.”

“So, you’re not into trying the kinky shit tonight?”

“Ace!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” His laugh warmed you inside and he pulled you back into his chest, “It could involve candle wax, but it doesn’t have to. It involves you. Does it involve me, too?”

“Duh,” you rolled your eyes at him. Yes. That’s yours. You willingly chose him. You looked into those big, beautiful, lost puppy eyes of his and he had you hooked.

“And…” Ace gently tugged at your robe tie, “Does it also involve me getting to see what’s under here?”

“Of course,” you were already helping Ace peel his shirt off. And you were fighting every urge in your body to playfully nip at his beautifully chiseled chest.

“I thought I was unwrapping my present,” Ace pouted out his bottom lip, “I don’t remember where you said you got to get at me, too.”

“It’s part of it,” you assured him as you pulled on his belt buckle.

“I don’t know where you’re going with this, baby girl,” Ace picked your chin up, getting one more kiss out of you, “But I think I’ll like it.”

“That’s the idea…” You kept fiddling with his belt buckle and slowly pulled it through the loops before taking him toward the bathroom. The sweet smell of vanilla filled the room with hints of nectarine. And the temperature had gone up a few degrees.

And that’s when Ace started to piece things together, “YN, you little minx.”

“Yes?” You started to undo your robe tie, but you still kept your robe closed as you stepped into the warm water in the bathtub.

“I had all intentions of showering anyway,” Ace looked you over, more than ready to sink his teeth into you, “Are you suggesting a bath? Just the two of us?”

“If that’s alright with you.” You took your robe off for him, showing off a little for Ace, “Come on, baby…Don’t make me sit in here all by myself.”

“And why in the hell would I ever do something like that?” Ace couldn’t get his clothes off faster. Granted, taking a bath wasn’t his ideal way of spending his Friday night, but he couldn’t tell you no. Of course not. To say Ace worshiped you would be an understatement. He loved every inch of you. Every imperfection, every scar, every little freckle, every curve. He wanted all of it. Once he was naked, he poked at your back, “I’d be happy to. Move up a bit, babe. Let me in.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” you weren’t budging. You had something much better in mind, “I’m not going to be the little spoon. You get to be little spoon.”

“Me?” Ace laughed a bit, “Cute, YN. Seriously, move up.”

You still weren’t going anywhere. And your act of stubbornness did not go unnoticed.

“YN…” Ace gave you that look. That one look that made you know there was about to be a large hand colliding with your ass very soon. Anything he could do to make you behave. And yet, you still didn’t move. Fortunately, Ace didn’t have the energy in him to put up a fight. And he caved so quickly as he climbed into the tub with you, “Fine. If this is how you’re going to be, then I’m only going to be worse.”

“That’s the spirit,” you wrapped your arms around him and immediately, the tension in Ace’s body melted away.

“Mmmm…” Ace shut his eyes for just a moment, taking in your warmth, the pillowy softness in your boobs he gladly rested his head on, “You spoil me.”

“You think I spoil you?” You kissed the top of his head, “I haven’t even started to spoil you. I’m just letting you acclimate first. Then, I can spoil you.”

“I’m so lost…” But he didn’t care. He trusted your judgments and your process. If it meant him having skin on skin contact with you and it made you happy, he’d be fine.

“It’s a good thing you have me then, isn’t it?”

“My little light in the dark,” Ace nuzzled his face in what he affectionately referred to as the valley and gently nipped at your chest.

It wasn’t the first time Ace had called you this. But it warmed you inside all the same as if it were. The thought of being his light got to you. The thought of being the center of his universe was the absolute best. And if he needed you to be his light, then his light you would gladly be. You reached over the side of the bathtub into the wicker basket you kept the soaps in and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. Because the moment Ace brought a bottle of 3-in-1 into your house, it didn’t even make the trash can. It splattered in the parking lot outside your apartment. And never again, you declared. Never again would such atrocities enter your home again.

And your fingers ended up tangled in his dark, wet hair. At first, he wasn’t sure what you were doing. He even had that look in his eyes that told you all you needed to know. But much like when you were trying to get him in the bathtub in the first place, he didn’t have the energy to fight you on anything. You knew he hated doing it himself anyway, so why not make life easier for him? That’s what you did. He comes home tired, beyond the point of exhaustion, falling apart at the seams. You lick his wounds. You knew far too much about what he’s been forced to endure. Much like the bottle of 3-in-1 he brought into your home, you told yourself never again. That he deserved so much better.

You knew deep down you were doing a good job when the bathwater never went cold. His fingers shooting off little bits of heat kept it from going cold. And those low, controlled pulses only came out when Ace was perfectly content. Once you finished rinsing his hair out, you noticed him hardly flinch at the water. You looked down at Ace and he was sleeping like a baby. Like a peaceful little angel. And a special glow radiated from his cheeks. You would do everything in your power to protect that peace. But once you went through a bout of conditioner and a little bit of moisturizer for his dry and severely windburned cheeks, you knew you had to do it. You had to wake him. There was no way in hell you’d be able to carry Ace out of the bathtub. As much as you loved to think you had that kind of upper body strength, that wasn’t going to happen.

“Ace…” you spoke gently. The last thing you wanted to do was cause him any alarm, “Ace…Baby…Baby…Ace…Babe…You need to get off me. You’re crushing lefty and it hurts like hell.”

“Mmm…” Ace still didn’t move. Not because he was still asleep. He was far too comfortable. All he did was move his head off your boob.

“Ace…” You knew this would happen. You knew it was going to happen this way. And you needed a better way to motivate him. And right now, only one thing would work. You got down in his ear and put on the soft, sweet little voice that drove him crazy, “I can’t hold my breath underwater for long.”

“Did I nod off?” Ace blinked the sleep out of his eyes, “I could’ve sworn I was awake.”

“Nope,” you kissed his cheek, “Not that I don’t love this, Ace, but we should probably think about heading to bed.”

“What gave you that idea?” Ace mumbled into your cleavage, still half asleep.

“Come on,” you nudged him off you and reached for a couple towels, “You and I need to go to bed. We got shit going on tomorrow.”

“Really?” Ace looked at you strangely. He didn’t remember making any plans. He didn’t remember you clearing anything with him. Unless it was while he was totally not asleep, “I kind of thought it’d be just the two of us and Saturday morning cartoons.”

“I mean, obviously,” you agreed, “But that’s just tomorrow morning.”

“Did you go to the store today?” Ace crossed his fingers.

“And found the sugariest box of cereal on the shelf,” you assured him, “Because you’re a fucking child.”

“If it doesn’t have any sugar, it has no taste,” Ace argued, “And if it doesn’t have any taste, it defaults to cardboard. Don’t give me that shit.”

“Come on,” you nudged him out of the bathtub.

“Fine, fine,” Ace got out of the bathtub and you threw him a towel, “Saturday morning cartoons aside, what else do we have going on tomorrow?”

“We’re going to have to make another trip to the grocery store,” you told him, “Because it’s been too long since the three of you were in one place.”

“Wait…” Ace felt around in his drawer for a pair of boxers, “Are you saying…?”

“I am saying,” you nodded, “The boys are in town.”

“Hell yeah!” Ace’s energy levels started to shoot back up, “It feels like ages since I’ve seen Luffy and Sabo. I miss them. How did you know they were coming into town?”

“You act like we don’t keep in touch,” you giggled a little, putting your own pajamas on. A light blue negligee would do. It was one of your favorites. And definitely one of Ace’s, too, “Sabo called and said he’d be around. And it wasn’t long after that I heard from Luffy. So, we need to make a trip to the store tomorrow. Because there’s no way in hell we have enough to feed everyone.”

“YN, look me in the eye,” Ace stared blankly at you, “Do we ever have enough to feed everyone?”

“That’s on Luffy.”

“That is on Luffy. Kid’s got a hell of an appetite on him. Shit’s hereditary.”

“Is it really?”

“You’ve never seen Garp eat before, have you?” Ace asked.

“Can’t say I have.” You don’t even really remember meeting Garp. He wasn’t someone Ace wanted to introduce you to. You were too special.

“Trust me,” Ace assured you, “It’s a hereditary thing. But on a less infuriating note, do you think we could go to bed now? Because the sooner we go to bed, the sooner…other things can happen.”

“Really?” you crawled into bed next to him, “And by other things…What could those…other things be?”

“Clearly, cartoons, YN. What else?”

“You’re a disaster,” you rolled over, “Good night.”

“Hey, hey…” Ace draped an arm around you, “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?”

“Sleep. If that’s alright with you.”

“Actually,” Ace pulled you closer into his chest, “That sounds wonderful.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

Yep. This was the one.

#one piece #one piece fan fiction #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x you #portgas d ace x y/n #soft and sleepy ace #bathtime #bathtub cuddles #i wrote this in a car wash yesterday #self indulgent fic #self indulgent as fuck #let me get my baby clean

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missjashin · 1 year

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Steve spending the night at Eddie’s because his parents are home and they’ve been arguing so he doesn’t really wanna be at home. Didn’t go to Robin because her parents might not let him stay the night and also Robin has work tomorrow and Steve doesn’t. The odd case of them not having shift together.

So he ends up with Eddie and in the morning he is having breakfast with Eddie and Wayne and they discuss their plans for the day. Eddie and Wayne have some plans for the day. You know, to spend some quality family time maybe? Or maybe they have just some errands to run, stuff to figure out because of all the shit that went down during spring break.. Whatever, they have plans for the day and Steve.. doesn’t want to intrude any more than he already is so he is not going with them. Even when they say he can come too.

And it’s summer time so the kids are busy with whatever the teens are busy with. And Steve loves them dearly and loves spending time with them but he tries to give them space and not smother them with his worrying so yeah he can’t spend the day with them either. They’ll come to him if they need him.. He could always go bother Robin at work but going to your work place on your free day because you have nothing better to do sounds a little sad.. So maybe he’ll just have to suck it up and go back home then.

But then Eddie offers that he could stay. You know he doesn’t have to leave just because Wayne and Eddie do. Like he could stay, it’s fine. They’ll be back by 6 or so and they could have dinner together then? And since Steve really really really doesn’t want to go home right now he accepts (after asking about thousand times if it’s really okay tho).

So soon he is left alone with a “Feel free to educate yourself with my music collection while we’re gone” and see you laters. Steve didn’t really have any plans for today and he kinda left in a hurry too so he didn’t bring much stuff with him but oh well he’ll figure something out.

He starts collecting the breakfast dishes and well he could wash them. He has the time and it would be just nice little gesture since the Munsons let him stay and all. And then it just makes sense to wipe the counters and the table after that. Like who would wash the dishes and then just leave crumbs all over the place? Oh. And I guess he just got some of those crumbs to the floor now. Well it’s just a quick little sweep. Could vacuum the whole place now too since he started. But first he needs to declutter a bit because goddamn Eddie why are your clothes and books just everywhere. Might as well do some laundry while he’s at it.

When Eddie and Wayne come back home around 6pm the place they’re in for a quite a shock. Not only is the place spotless but they’re greeted with the smell of food as well. “Oh you’re back! I’m making dinner, it’s just about done” Steve welcomes them enthusiastically but start to doubt himself a little after seeing the surprised faces. “I.. hope that’s okay”

Only then Steve realizes he may have got little carried away with his cleaning spree. Like maybe cleaning the windows was a tad bit too much.. Ugh he so hopes they’re not too weirded out.. Honestly he didn’t even realize he basically spent all day doing household chores that and it’s not even his own house. He glad the Munsons don’t comment on it too much tho, other than “you didn’t have to” and slightly awkward thank yous.

They start eating and now they drown Steve in compliments. (“Wow this is so good, what brand is this?” “Uhm.. it’s not a-.. I made it” “…Like from scratch?!” “Yeah..” “Holy shit dude this is seriously so fucking delicious” “Language. But he is right son, this is fucking delicious”)

At some point during dinner Wayne makes a comment about it starting to rain and Steve lets out a shocked gasp “my laundry!” and rushes out to collect it from outside where he hung it to dry. Wayne asks amusedly if Steve is a housewife or something, just ready to crack little jokes there but then spots the dopey smile on his nephew’s face, gaze still lingering in the doorway where Steve run off to. He smiles knowingly at Eddie when he finally looks back at him, now starting to blush and trying to stammer some sort of reply.

Steve comes back in and they finish dinner and hang out a bit together until Steve and Eddie go to Eddie’s room. Steve again apologizes because he got so carried away and hope he didn’t cross any lines. Eddie little amusedly asks if Steve really thinks they’d be mad at him for tidying up the place? Just helping them out a little so they can relax? Like in all seriousness, after all that shit show that happened during spring, Wayne could use a little break and just relax.

(“And you couldn’t?” “Well sure I could, but in this case he needs it more. If you haven’t noticed I’m not much of help in the cleaning department” “Oh yeah, I’ve noticed” “Hey!” “What? You asked!”)

Eddie then asks if Steve “educated himself” with the music. Steve tells to educate him himself. Eddie takes that as a challenge.

Steve spends the other night.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #st steddie #wayne munson #anyone can be a baby girl but it takes a man to be a wife and all that #steve getting into cleaning zone might be me projecting but let’s not talk about that #he also feels like he needs to be useful to be welcome <3 #I was supposed to write a quick funny headcanon but it became this monstrosity🤡#also waited too long to post this and now I'm anxious because this is so messy #Steve please come clean my brain too #silly thoughts #Also got tired of typing so I'm gonna just stop here good bye

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poltergeist-coffee · 11 months

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i know its wayyy too far in the future because they already missed it this year but id love to see how they'd celebrate Lunar New Year on the qsmp

#its because im chinese #i want to see my culture and i know there aren't any Chinese speakers on the qsmp but like... let me be silly for a second #i dont know how theyd do it but i just think !!! it could be cute!!!#imagine they get special hats for the eggs and they try to lion dance #all the eggs get gifts/'money' from the parents like red envelopes #the quests could be like clean out your backpacks/house!! grow an orange tree/put an orange in an item frame in your house!!!#make a lanturn with the baby and hang it up outside!! idk !!!! i am just!!!!! thinknig!!!!#💬 one new message #qsmp #<- main tagging in case anyone else wants to think with me

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crmsndragonwngss · 3 months

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When we were made

It was no accident

We were tangled up like branches in a flood

I come as a blade

A sacred guardian

So you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood

#tunes #will ramos #nik nocturnal #sleep token #HOLY FUCKING SHIT #them deathcore vocals took me fucking OUT #wish there’d been more tho #will and nik are both such goddamn talented artists #and I would’ve loved to see something more than what was more or less a one to one cover #like listen will’s cleans are GORGEOUS and I love getting to see him really let loose #but I woulda loved to have seen a real metalcore cover of this song #the dissonance started in the chorus and will started in on the harshes and I came up out of my fucking chair #and I was so stoked like holy shit Y E S tear that fucking shit UP BABY #but then it went back to what was basically a karaoke cover #and like… I’m not gonna say I’m disappointed cuz it’s a great cover of a great song #but it had the potential to be something really special #and I think it fell a little short #the harshes sounded like they were only put in because they knew folks would expect it #but again great cover seriously #and I mean that #I just wish it wasn’t just a straight up one to one cover #it woulda been nice to hear will and nik’s styles come out #instead of hearing vessel with a will ramos twist #Spotify

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jonny-b-meowborn · 1 year

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As time goes by I'm becoming more and more sure that I just can't survive on my own. I can take basic care of myself, but the second I have to go to a doctor or do some formal stuff I get paralyzed. I just can't. Fuck, I can barely even talk to strangers in general. Or even not strangers, I can't fucking text someone back if I'm not close to them, it's just so scary and exhausting. I'm becoming emotionally tired more easily and sometimes even talking with my mom about anything is too much for me and I love my mom. And I really need her, I can't do basic stuff without her pretty much holding my hand all the time. I can't get a normal job. We went to this blueberry plantation a few times but I just couldn't go there without her, and now the job is over and we can't go there at all. If I wasn't such a fucking baby I'd go there a few more times alone and get some money. I can't make calls, there's literally like two people I feel comfortable talking on the phone with. People used to say I was mature for my age when I was younger but I never grew up and now I'm almost 21 and can't do anything with my life. I'm scared of everything, I'm constantly exhausted physically and mentally. I'm like a fucking child. I'm scared that I'm gonna have to live with my mom my whole life. I can't see a future for myself, I'm just not able to survive without help and at some point I won't be able to get help, I don't want to be a parasite living off of my mom's money but I don't see anything else I could do. I hate my brain so much. I hate the way it refuses to work. I hate myself for being such a child.

#you know theres this weird idk. impostor syndrome about me and my autism #like on one hand i know that autism is a disability. but on the other i cant think of myself as disabled #cause im not 'autistic enough'. because i can keep myself fed and clean and healthy and alive as long as im provided with everything i need #but then i have a full on breakdown because my new laptop doesnt work and i have to go to the store to have it checked/replaced #i wanna throw up just thinking about it #i cant do anything without my moms help #i wanna throw up and cry and die when theres too much happening around me. i cant survive in the real world. i just can't #i cant get a job or a partner or go to college or move out or even just fucking. go to a store and ask for help with my laptop.#i feel like im destined to live w my mom forever and not achieve anything and die alone #i keep talking about wanting to make a living with my art but thats bullshit. i do want that but i know it's not possible for me #i cant even fucking finish the commissions i already have. im scared to get new ones. im scared to do anything.#my brain refuses to let me work on anything #and yeah i am burnt out after my diploma and exams and all that but at some point i just have to admit im not built for that. for anything.#im built to live like a parasite baby and die #my mom is too good of a person to kick me out but i wouldnt blame her. im useless. i cant make money. i cant take care of myself #i dont know what to do #bee buzz

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