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Can i Request Childhood-friends troupe with Ace or Deuce? (can both if you want)

Its can be Platonic or Romance, up to you!♡

I hope i didn't disturb you wait this Request and have a good day:D !

Childhood friends troupe with Ace and Deuce.

I had no idea if you wanted them to be separate or together, so I’m doing them separate (romantic). Hope that’s okay!

Also I am so so sorry about barely publishing this like a day later, I was out doing back to school shopping and pretty busy with things I’d rather kms than go back to school so yeah. I would’ve at least started writing this last night, but I was on the verge of falling asleep so I decided not to.

Also, gender neutral reader, I wasn’t sure what gender you wanted reader to be.

As always, this is proofread, and double checked for grammar mistakes. If there is anything I missed, please don’t come at me—English is not my first language..

Ace Trappola x reader

Deuce Spade x reader

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Ace Trappola as your childhood friend would include..

- You would have to keep him out of trouble, as it was shown in the first chapter he likes to pick fun at others and it could get him into trouble.

- Ace always helps you with your homework, he is smart, despite his carefree persona, and if you are ever struggling with any class he always helps you understand the topic you’re learning better!

- Ace being the little shithead he is loves playing pranks on you, it’s like the highlight of the day. But he will stop if you tell him to.

- I feel like his brother would tease the shit out of Ace sometimes, whenever you and Ace would visit him of course, like he’ll notice him trying to hit on you, and just calls him out on it in front of you. Ace swears he wants to strangle his brother..

- You know how his dad is good at performing card tricks? I feel like at least once when you two were kids, he would try to perform one of the same card tricks but failed. You would always like laugh and poke fun at him because he messed it up, but now that he’s older, he sometimes shows you the same card tricks when your upset and need cheering up and even though he knows the right way to do it, he messes it up just so that you could smile and laugh at him. He loves your smile but he’d never admit it out loud.

- Speaking of you being upset, since Ace has known you since you two were kids, he knows when you’re upset, you can’t hide it from him. He’s like a lie-detector when it comes to you.

- Ace as your childhood friend, trying to cheer you up, would most likely be him taking you with him to prank someone with him. He wants to see you laugh, but if you’re genuinely upset, and don’t want him to joke around—he’ll just let you lay in his arms and let you rant about whatever is bothering you.

- He is not the best comforter, I don’t know why. I feel like he gets kinda awkward and doesn’t know what to say or do to make you feel better, so the only thing he does do, is just sit there, hugging you and listen to you ramble about whatever is bothering you. He’s better at making you laugh than comforting you with words but don’t tell him that lmao.

- Ace probably can and will beat up anyone who dares to hurt you. Metaphorically, I mean. Like if someone made fun of you, or made you feel bad or uncomfortable. Unlike Deuce he won’t result to violence. He’ll make a total fool of them.

- I have a feeling he’ll get jealous if you flirt with Cater. He’d never admit it to you. Like I could see it.

“Hey, (Y/N), you and I should go to this new café I saw online, they say the ratings are high!” Cater exclaims, showing you the location on his phone. “Oh really?” you asked, peering over his shoulder to get a better look of the screen. “Yeah, you wanna come?” Cater asks again. “Like a date?” You snickered, looking over at Ace who was practically fuming. Cater knew what you were doing and played along. “Yeah, a date.” Cater smirked, hugging you close to him. Ace made a quiet ‘hmph!’ noise, crossing his arms. He paused for a few seconds, before marching right up to you, purposely shoving Cater away from you to sit in-between you. “That sounds great, mind if I tag along?” Ace asked, draping his arm around your shoulders. “Ace, honey, just admit your jealous.” Cater snickered, poking Ace’s side. Ace’s face flushed a bright red “I am not!”. Cater’s smirk only widens “So you don’t mind if I take them on a date?” Cater taunts, smirking at Ace. “I never said that!” Ace retorts, crossing has arms as he shifted his gaze to the floor with a huff. “C’mon it’s not that hard, just admit you like them.”

- Ace probably doesn’t realize his feelings for you until you both start attending school at NRC, when he sees you jokingly flirting with Cater, or spending too much time with someone who isn’t him, and he feels weird jealous—that’s when he realizes “oh you absolute dumb fuck your in love with them.” He feels so stupid for not realizing that he likes you sooner, despite him being a really smart person.

- Ace probably doesn’t like the idea of telling you he has feelings for you though. You’re his childhood friend! It’s like the basic, most often thought romance troupe!

- Poor baby makes it so obvious though, always trying to make you smile, pouting when you flirt too much with Cater, and just in general. You don’t tell him you know though to both save him the embarrassment of being so obvious and so he could build up the courage to tell you himself.

- Which never happens, so if you really want him to know you like him back, you’re gonna have to tell him.

Deuce Spade as your childhood friend would include..

- You would always try to keep him out of trouble, more like keeping him from getting into fights with people, making sure to somewhat keep him in line.

- I get the feeling that Deuce would help you with anything you needed. He’s not as smart as Ace, so he can’t help you with studying, but if Grim broke anything you need anything fixed, you can rely on him to fix it!

- Speaking of Deuce’s studying, I feel like he barely passes his classes, despite studying so hard to get good grades. So you and him have like little study nights in his dorm, where you help him try to not fail every class he and you both just study and prepare for exams or projects so that his mind doesn’t go completely blank, which definitely doesn’t turn into you two talking back and forth the whole time.

- Also, back to the fact the Deuce’s mom is a single mother, so I feel like as kids you would go over to help him help his mom around the house, if that makes sense? His mother loves you, and definitely made a joke of you being her future daughter-in-law.

- I don’t know why I feel like Deuce likes when you depend on him. Cause like, how he would always help his mom out with things so things would be easier for her, I feel like he’d do the same thing for you, cause he likes helping you out. Something about how he would like doing things for you just to help you out, or fixing things that Grim had broken, or helping you clean up around the dorm. This man’s love language just HAS to be acts of service.

- Deuce probably, if he failed another test again, he’d come to you for comfort. Watching him sulk as you hold him in your arms, complaining about how he worked so hard to just to fail yet again. Times like this, he insists on going to you, even if your busy, he’ll just lean his forehead onto the back of your shoulder and grumble something about not studying hard enough, and needing to study harder. Please assure him he did his best and that’s enough!

- I would think that Deuce is more of a comforter than Ace, in the sense that he’ll bluntly tell you what is what and how to fix it (ex. a toxic partner, he’ll just straight up tell you to put them in their place [beat ‘em up] and leave them). But that’s a good thing actually. If you just want him to listen though, that’s cool too! He could totally do that!!

- Anyone who dares to badmouth you, or insult you to your face—with him there, might I add—he won’t hesitate to beat the shit out of them tell them off.

- Adding onto that, Deuce would definitely try to fight them when you’re not around, frustratingly muttering how it wasn’t his fault, and they were practically asking for him to beat them up when they were talking badly about you. You had to beg Crowley to let him off the hook, or else you’d be dealing with a sulky Deuce if he got suspended.

- I get the feeling Deuce is very protective of you, always making sure you’re eating enough, staying hydrated, taking care of yourself. What? He can’t help it, you’re his friend afterall.

- He probably can’t tell when you’re upset, unlike Ace so you have to come to him and tell him.

- He cares a LOT about you, and he’ll make sure to show it. He’s such a sweetheart with you, honestly.

- Despite being extremely straightforward and blunt, I feel like if you tried to hint at your feelings for him, he’d be so oblivious—this dense mf, if you said something like “oh I like this guy with.. dark blue hair and terrible grades” this man will just be like “oh cool haha” he definitely isn’t jealous.

- I don’t think Deuce is a jealous guy I’m lying, I’m lying—he’s defo a jealous guy. AND HE WONT EVEN TRY TO HIDE IT?? Like again, if Cater is flirting with you as a joke, Deuce would be like “Sorry, I need them for the rest of the day, you cannot have them.”

- Cater probably asks him if he likes you, and Deuce would probably just go “no they’ve just been my friend since we were kids, it’s natural for me to feel like this.” is it really?

- But Cater eventually explains and manages to make Deuce realize that YES, he does in fact have feelings for you he’s just really dense.

- Deuce over analyzes this for DAYS, observing everything you do, trying to see if it’s okay to confess to you, he wants to. And he would but he just can’t stand one thing. Rejection. It makes his stomach churn. He would’ve if he actually managed to see the signs..

- Riddle once caught you trying to indirectly tell Deuce you liked him, he called you out on it.

“Aha.. so Deuce. Remember how I was telling you how there was this guy I liked?” you asked in the middle of an unbirthday party. “Yeah? You said he has dark blue hair right? And he has terrible grades?” Deuce confirmed, trying to think of who he knew that was like that. “They’re also incredibly dense.” you sigh. “Why? Have you told them your feelings yet?” Deuce asked, his heart sinking as he thought you might like someone else. “Yeah, I’ve hinted to him about my feelings but he doesn’t seem to catch on.” you grumbled. Deuce chuckled “He sounds stupid—“ “They’re talking about you, dimwit.” Riddle sighed, having enough of your pathetic attempts of trying to let Deuce see that you like him. Deuce then turns to you with a flushed face. “Is this.. true?” he paused, trying to look in your eyes for any signs of a lie. “Maybe..” you admitted, your own face flushed red. “If this “maybe” is a yes, then I like you too.” Deuce gives you a fond smile, making you even more flustered by his bluntness.

- Deuce is honestly a good friend to you, but the story is left for your imagination to continue. :)

(A/N) : My hands are hurting so bad it’s okay though, cause I needed to finish this before going to bed. I didn’t want you to think I refused this request. Which is also another thing, if I don’t respond to it the same day, it’s probably cause I’m a bit busy with things, but I’ll get to it before it can get to a few days of waiting. I hope you liked this! If you need anything changed lmk!

Okay but seriously send help my fingers are twitching and my wrists are cramping up.

Casual <3

Ace Trappola x reader

Notes: reader is yuu, english isnt my first language and this is my first ever fic, so dont expect anything too good

Warnings: Idk this is pretty much hurt/comfort, with a lot more hurt than comfort and a little ooc, tiny papa crewel mention if you squint.

Angst with a happy ending

Casual is what Ace Trappola would call your relationship.

To him you were just friends, even as you helped him overcome his fears, standing by his side when he thought he couldn't trust anyone.

Casual, he said, even though he knew you were his rock, his anchor.

So why? Why did he feel that way? Seeing you smile at that random NPC from his dorm. Why did he feel strange? He didn't know.

"Hey Prefect," he had called out, trying to get your attention. He walked towards you, lazily swinging an arm around your shoulder, "What'cha talkin' bout?" he'd asked with that boyish grin of his. The NPC answered for you, telling him that he was just asking for the notes for your shared Potions class. You just nodded with that sweet, sweet smile of yours that he couldn't get enough of. Platonically, of course.

Later that day, he found himself laying awake at night, unable to get your smile out of his head. He didn't know what was going on, you were just a friend, right? So why did he feel this way?

It had been a few weeks since Malleus' overblot, everything seemed to be back to normal, but Ace.

He could not get the memory of his dream out of his head, or the way you held his hands and encouraged him as he finally got his unique magic.

Maybe this wasn't just casual...

It was the last week before summer vacation, and Ace was excited to finally have time to think about his feelings.

All of your friends, except Ace, had offered to come with you for the summer, but you had refused, telling them that Crewel would let you stay with him.

Over the summer, your friends came to visit you often, and you had hour-long video calls on days when you couldn't get together.

Crewel took you shopping, bought you clothes and school supplies.

He also let you decorate your room at his house, not to mention his puppies. It was a perfect summer, or so you thought, but something was missing, it wasn't your home or your family, it wasn't the friends you had back in your world. No, it was something else.

You spent countless nights awake that summer trying to figure out who or what was missing.

Until one restless night you decided to go and get some water. Downstairs you saw Crewel sitting in the living room with a book in his hand, he noticed you and asked if everything was okay. "Yeah, just getting some water," you say as he just hums in acknowledgement. "Are you and that Trappola pup okay?" he asks, and suddenly, everything makes sense.

You have found what you were missing.

It was Ace.

You spend the rest of the summer trying to ignore the strange feeling you got whenever you thought about him, or the stupid excuses he made, every time you tried to contact him. It was weird, too weird.

Ace couldn't sleep either, he was up all night thinking about you, your smile, your laugh, the way you teased him back, the determination on your face every time someone challenged you, the way you switched to your customer service voice during your shifts at the Mostro Lounge, the way you always gave your friends a free drink behind Azul's back. Just you. At this point, he was sure it wasn't just casual, he was in love.

School started again, and you immediately went looking for Ace during orientation. When you finally found him, you decided to confront him, after all, he was your best friend, so why should he avoid you all summer?

He just made up another excuse and you felt your heart tighten, it hurt, but you just let it go, not wanting to ruin what you had.

It has been 2 months since school started again, Ace and you barely spoke anymore, even your friends noticed.

And it hurt, it hurt so much.

Ace was your first friend here, the first person you really talked to other than Crowley and Grim, he was your rock, you knew no matter how much he teased you that he would be there for you, after all he was your ride or die.

Honestly you were surprised it hurt so much, you thought after 7 overblots nothing could hurt you anymore, but you were wrong, so wrong.

Ace and you didn't talk at all for the last 2 weeks and it was killing you inside, you barely ate or talked anymore, you felt like you just lost a part of yourself.

Ace wasn't much better, he started skipping class a lot more, slept all day and got collared at least 4 times a week. But the fear of facing you after realizing his feelings was too strong. He just couldn’t face you right now.

And it hurt, like hell.

No matter how many times your friends tried to get you guys to talk, how many times you went over to Heartslabyul, how often deuce tried to get him to text you, nothing worked. He was in too deep and there was no way out anymore.

It has been 3 weeks now and you had enough. You had been crying non stop for the past few weeks and couldn’t take this anymore. You were going to talk to him, even if he didn’t let you in, even if he avoided you, you were going to find a way.

So that night you decided to sneak into his dorm, deuce asked to sleep over at pomefiore with Epel, so this was your chance, Ace was alone and you were going to use that to you advantage.

Deciding that knocking would he too loud, you climbed up to his window, trying to break it open, to no avail, when suddenly, someone opened it.

Ace, he opened it, he was pulling you inside, he was talking to you, he was telling you how dangerous that was, a worried expression on his face, but you didn’t care.

You just jumped on him, both of you falling to the ground, all of your hurt coming back as you started to sob. “Why did you avoid me?” You asked, your voice cracking.

It was too much. Ace couldn’t take the hurt on your face, the raw emotion, the way the tears were spilling out of your eyes, your quivering lips and god he hated how beautiful you looked, even while ugly crying into his shirt. He just hugged you, tears starting to roll down his cheeks as well.

A barrage of “im sorry”’s and “i missed you so much”’s leaving his lips.

You both just continued laying there, hugging each other so tight, as if the other would disappear if you let go.

“I was scared,” Ace admitted as you both calmed down a little, his eyes still wet as he continued before you could even ask what he was scared of, “it’s just that you are so great, prefect. And I don’t know, I really like you, and I guess I was just too scared of the rejection and the fact that you would have to leave eventua-“. Ace was interrupted by your lips on his, taken by surprise, he just pulled you even closer, before you pulled away, “you are so fucking stupid, you know that?”, you ask, lightly punching him in the chest. “I thought you hated me, Ace. You were my closest friend, i trusted you with so many things, i was vulnerable around you and you thought i would hate you for liking me?” You ask, your voice starting to quiver again. “I fucking love you and you made me think i lost you forever”. Ace just looked at you, his eyes filled with regret, “im sorry, prefect, i really am”, was all he managed to get out before breaking down again.

That night you both just held each other, comforting one another, and to be really honest that was the best either of you had slept in months.

That was definitely not casual <3

Pairing: Ace x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff

Beep, beep. Beep, beep. Beep, beep.

You turn over in your half-awake state, one eye peeling open with much effort after having been woken up in the midst of a deep sleep. The room is dark, save for the crack of light coming from where your phone now silently lays face down beside your head.

You prop yourself up on a forearm after a moment of contemplation. Maybe it was something important or an emergency, considering how late the caller decided to ring you up.

But upon further inspection, you see that you have a missed call from none other than your best friend, Ace. And not just one or two calls either.

No wonder you woke up. Your phone must have been ringing for at least two minutes straight.

You squint your eyes against the bright light of your phone when another call goes through. Your index finger quickly slides the small switch on the side to silent before your ringtone could blast through the quiet ambiance of your room again.

“Hello? Ace, are you okay?” you press the phone to your ear and ask before your friend could speak.

“Were you asleep?” Ace’s hushed voice asks when he takes notice of how hoarse yours sounds. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Don’t lie. Yes, you did,” you chuckle at his statement with a shake of your head. Actions speak louder than words, especially when over a handful of missed calls means he was definitely trying to get your attention. “But it’s fine, I don’t mind. Are you okay though?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Ace confirms.

There’s a long pause before either of you speaks again.

You readjust your position under the warmth of your thick comforter and lay on your side so your head could hold your phone in place against the pillow.

You could hear Ace’s gentle breathing coming from the other line as if he had fallen asleep. The sound is comforting. Something you’ve grown accustomed to after months of falling asleep on the phone together.

“I—”

“Wh—”

“Oh, sorry—”

“Sorry, go ah—”

You let out short bursts of giggles upon interrupting each other.

“No, I’m sorry. You go first. Are you finally going to tell me why you’re calling at this ungodly hour?” there’s a playful tone to your voice, one that lets Ace know that you’re not actually upset that he woke you up in the middle of the night. It’s always nice to hear from him; especially when he lives halfway across Twisted Wonderland for work now.

“First of all, you’re usually up at this time,” Ace snorts and you can practically see him rolling his eyes. “Second of all, I missed my best friend. We haven’t talked all week.”

“And that’s because you were busy celebrating the holidays with your family, remember?” you roll over in bed, shifting again until you’re sitting up with your back pressed against the pillow.

Then you’re met with silence. Mostly because Ace knows that you’re right and has no rebuttal for the fact.

You take the opportunity to press the speakers button and place your phone on your lap before your gaze trails towards the large window beside you. It’s nearly a full moon tonight, the opened curtains allowing the beautiful orb to cast gentle moonlight into your room.

“You’re not doing anything right now, right?” Ace questions as if he hadn’t just woken you up mere minutes before. “That means you can sleep in later so come meet me outside.”

You snort and shake your head, “yeah, let me just walk about a thousand miles to see you real quick. I’ll see you real soon.”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” Ace fake laughs into the phone. “I mean it: I’m outside your apartment complex right now.”

“You what?” you immediately sit up straight, your eyes scanning what little of the outside world you could see from your third-level room in search of Ace. “I swear to God if you’re just joking…”

“I’m not. I even brought snacks,” Ace laughs, a genuine one that sounds like bells delightfully ringing in your ears, and you can hear the rustling of plastic bags accompanying it. “So come outside. I’ll wait for you.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you grab your phone and kick the comforter off.