Googly Moogly

googly moogly 😍😍😍

How can someone's hands look hot? (Yes, I am unhinged. Thanks for asking)

yall what happened 😨

im scared shitless right now collage is starting on monday. 😨

COLLEGE ARC BEGINS IN 72 HOURS ‼️‼️‼️

not sure ill survive actually

people scare me

tootles

sorry gang I had to make this 😔

Wingman

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notes: this was really nice to make tbh but came out a bit shorter then I thought 🥲

warnings: just fluff.

paring: Portgas D Ace x gn!reader

wc: 251

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It was no secret that Ace was attractive. He had men and women eyeing him every time you went out for drinks, or shopping, or for literally every public outing.

You sat beside the freckled man at an empty table in the corner of the bar. Your eyes scanned over the crowd for the nth time in the past hour, before nudging him and pointing discreetly at someone you thought he’d find attractive.

“They look like your type.” You chimed with a little glance in his direction to see his reaction.

He had no interest in anyone in this bar, but peered into the crowd anyway for the sake of your little ‘wingman’ shenanigans—your idea—and spotted the person you were talking about. After a moment, he turned to look you.

He cracked a little chuckle, looking down at the beer in his hand and shaking his head.

“…Definitely not my type.”

Now, it was your turn to chuckle, leaning back in your seat and looking at him in puzzlement.

“Oh…?” You drawled, taking a sip from your drink, eyes flicking to him once again. “What is your type then?”

He took a sip out of his beer before speaking up once again,

“Someone like.. let’s sa-“

THUD!!

Really? Now at this moment his narcolepsy had to kick in? You let out a huff of irritation, but either way, it wasn’t his fault after all. The noise did draw a few looks from people at the bar.

I guess you’ll never know.

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Ashes of the flowers

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notes: @captainportgasdace, you asked for it

warnings: none :3

paring: Portgas D Ace x gn!reader

wc: 480

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Ace was always nervous around you. Even when you first joined the crew, he was thumbing the belt loops of his shorts and tilting his hat down to hide his red cheeks when you laughed at one of the jokes he recited in his head. And when you asked him out? Oh, he swore he almost questioned that deep desire to never have been born- keyword, almost. And when he asked ‘…are you sure???’, you just laughed with that stupidly stunning smile of yours and nodded.

He was head over heels from the start. But no amount of alcohol or adrenaline or mental pep-talk could get rid of that giddy feeling in his chest when you kissed his cheek or played with his hair or stole his hat. He set that feeling into action, surprising you with small gifts from whatever mission he was on or holding you oh-so gently at night and whispering how much he appreciated you, his spark, his reason.

But the former was always a hit or miss. Getting so nervous made his powers act up, and his clammy hands turned into balls of fire in an instant (he promptly learned to control it after a very close call the first few times you held his hand).

So when he had gotten back from a particularly long mission—a little over a month—he stood in front of your cabin with hand-picked flowers bundled by his palms. A single knock on your door, and he was already trembling, his hands unknowingly searing the stems, and he smelt the smoke rising to his nose. Before he knew it, half the petals were withered and the stems were charcoal. And before he could hide them away, think of some way to salvage them and turn them into a decent gift for you, you were already staring at him in the doorway.

As happy as he was to see you, his faltering smile dropped gradually as he looked at what remained of the flowers.

“…They reminded me of you, since they were really pretty, but I might’ve burnt them a teeny tiny bit.” He slumped his shoulders and scrunched his nose in embarrassment, bringing the withered flowers up to his face and hiding behind them.

“…Sorry.”

You let out a small chuckle in response, taking the burnt flowers by it’s stem into your palm,

“Hey, don’t worry about it, Ace, I’ll still take them, even if they’re burnt.” You said with a comforting grin, placing a gentle hand on his right shoulder.

His disappointed pout completely disappeared from his face, turning into a wide grin, “Really?” He exclaimed

“Yup,” You chided in response.

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm,”

“Are you really, really sure?”

“Positive.”

“Like are you really-“

“Just shut up and come in,” You said with a small, amused smile, opening the door wider so he could enter your cabin.

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