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jelliace · 2 years

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WTH THIS IS BEAUTIFUL MY HEART HURTS

Lilies

That feeling when you're wrapped around someone’s finger, drowning in them. The sight of them is captivating, everything goes out of focus except for them. You were the light shining in the dark. Everything turned to blur except for you. When you passed in the hall, you came so close he could smell your perfume, jolting his senses. Your laugh was contagious, and it was sickening seeing it be the cause of someone else.

It didn't change Deuce’s opinion that your voice was music. Your face a beautiful painting. Your personality was gold, and what made him love you in the first place. Deuce wanted to be the one to hold your hand, and hug you and hold you. Please, won’t you let him?

Deuce has given you hugs before, and walked you to class. But that was all it was to you. You were so warm, and quite cuddly. Platonic to you, but romantic to him. Delicate and possessive every touch was, holding them dear to his heart, and the honey-sweet memory engraved in his brain. Deuce drowned in it. All of it.

His armor was down. Completely open for you to target and spear your arrow into him. No defenses worked.

Ignoring you only made him miss you more, and want you more. It made him feel bad because to you, he was your friend and spending time with him was ‘nice’.

To you, it wasn’t bitter sugar, placed in his tea each morning. It wasn’t tantalizing to know every single second he couldn’t have you was always. It was a hammer bashing his head and strangling his heart.

Busying himself to not let him think about you only led him to drowning in his thoughts. He woke up to the thought of you, hurtful and hopeful. He would look over, but you weren’t there. Deuce would go through the morning at Heartslabyul, thinking that black coffee would taste better than your favorite tea he sipped. Coffee was forbidden, and so were you.

Deuce would see you in the hall, and you would be holding hands with another, fingers intertwined and rubbing circles on your skin. They would kiss you goodbye, and you would carry your own books. Deuce would go right up to you, digging the dagger through his gut. You wouldn’t hold hands with him, or kiss him goodbye when he dropped you off to your class.

He would sit next to you, and not pay attention to anything the teacher was saying, because his ears are trained to your speech. And he was falling asleep to the scent of your lavender shampoo.

Deuce coughed.

He coughed violently. Trying to stifle his discomfort, he put his hand to his mouth. His chest felt tight, and heavy. You tapped his shoulder to see if he was okay, and through his coughing fit, he reveled in the attention. Your compelling eyes that he wanted nothing more to get lost in, and hold the hand you got his undivided attention with, and give you a kiss to make the platonic worry you had for him go away.

But Deuce wasn’t fine. He was excused to go to the bathroom and dashed out the door. The coughing turned to hacking, and it was like his heart was being squeezed inside of him. Sour and sharp, the feeling went from his chest to his throat.

Everything spilled.

On his knees and tears starting to form, he could see the blood. And taste it, and smell it. Deuce saw the lilies. The calla lilies. Your favorite flower. Right there, the delicate petals soaked in his blood.

First, it starts to grow in the lungs. You start coughing up flower petals, and blood as it gets worse. Eventually, the plant inside of him will grow large enough to block his airways. Deuce was on the edge of your sword from the beginning. He already gave up his all to you. For you.

But what if you loved him back? What if his love wasn’t one sided? If he got the surgery, forgetting you in the process, it wasn’t worth it. You were light and love, even if your partner, who wasn’t Deuce, made him hollow and shrink with envy.

It was your knife at his throat, your arrow in his heart, your everything that would be the death of him…

Calla lilies were a flower of life and death. You were the flower, and he was dumb enough to pick you from your place in the soil, and fall for you.

Deuce was already surrendered to you.

He put his armor down, even if it was useless from the start.

His heart, open and vulnerable, would burst at your blade.

But Deuce wouldn’t stop loving you, even if the lilies overtook his being. Made him sick to the thought of you. It was only because you were so worth it.

And only for the chance of you loving him back, no matter how slim the chances.

Wouldn’t you love him?

Or were the flowers too pretty?

@spadecentral

#deuce fics #twst fics #SOBBING WTH #NO DEUCE I LOVE U #AMAZINGG #THIS HURTS SO GOOD

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how can, cupid... | ace trappola

how could you be so cruel?

content: ace trappola x gn!reader, messy break up with ace, angst, hurt/no comfort

note: randomly woke up in the middle of the night, felt devious and wanted to hurt everyone's feelings, enjoy ^^ lol

you were expecting a lot of things, but ace trappola knocking at your door in the middle of the night was not one of them.

ace, the love of your life.

ace, the cause of your downfall.

"i miss you."

before you could even process anything, he quickly pulls you into a warm embrace, "i'm sorry."

"...for everything. please, let's try again."

those words caused your whole system to collapse. everything you've ever built up until this point crumbled right in front of you.

ace, he was vibrant, loved by all, and he treated you well. too well perhaps, for you became too dependent on him. you strayed too close to the sun, and you were blinded. it was like you couldn't function without him. without him, everything was dark, and you didn't know what to do, where to go. everything you do, you needed him to be there with you.

and he grew tired of that.

and now, he thinks he can just knock on your door, say he's sorry, and it'll patch everything up? reverse all the damage? go back to how things were?

no, it won't. but god would you be lying if you said you didn't wish it did.

let's face it, you still love ace. you miss him too, terribly. you've been waiting to hear those exact words from him ever since he left, but... you can't accept it. for you know it won't be the same anymore.

throughout the time he was gone, you were a mess. you were miserable. but being away from him made your mind open to thoughts you didn't even want to consider nor think about before.

you've come to the realization that no matter how much you loved him, how much he loved you, how much you both loved each other, you know it'll never work.

you'll just keep hurting each other.

you wonder, has cupid always been this cruel? recklessly shooting his stupid little arrows at two people, knowing full well they aren't meant for each other.

such is the cruel fate bestowed upon the two of you.

even though your mind was made up, you couldn't give ace a proper reply. your throat has turned on you, you couldn't say anything, not a single word. it was like you just stopped functioning right then and there.

you tried willing yourself to do anything, like push him away, yell at him, just anything, anything to show him your refusal, and yet...

all you could do was lay your head against his chest as you wrapped your arms around him even tighter.

you know this action might not deliver the message you'd wanted to get across, but you couldn't even bring yourself to care anymore. all earlier traces of logic has disappeared, and all you could think about at that moment was how much you wanted to be held by him like this.

because you know it'll be the last time you do.

#ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst ace #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola x mc

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jelliace · 2 years

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so real honestly

i just wanna...wanna...hold...his hand or bite it or just look at it then trace his knuckles and fINGERS OR TOUCH IT COME ON HE HAS BEAUTIFUL HANDS WITH THAT BIG PALM AND KNUCKLES AND HIS FINGERS I WNAWKDIKQJDWJJDJEJDDJENDNKSJDJSDJSJSNAKIDIAKDJQKDOWIDSOIDISJXSJWJXJJSJDSJJDJSJDSKSKSKSKSKDKSJDKSKSD

#IM SUCH A SIMP FOR HIM ITS ACTUALLY CRAZY #ACE IS THE LOML FRFR #ace reblogs 🍒

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jelliace · 2 years

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NAH WHAT THE HELL I ACTUALLY CRIED

i'll miss you when it's october

content: unhealthy dependant relationship (initially), angst, hurt/slight comfort

Disappearing from Deuce Spade’s life was easy.

The two of you had known each other since you were a four-year-old brat wailing on the street, displeased at having to move and refusing to step inside your new house. Deuce Spade was the kid next door who saw you crying your eyes out and felt bad enough to offer the lollipop he had been saving for later in hopes of soothing your high-pitched screams.

From that moment, you and Deuce had become inseparable.

From sharing shitty markers in first grade to routinely walking home together, there were very few moments in your life that didn’t involve Deuce. He was just about your only friend, with your controlling, moody personality making you isolated from the rest of the kids. Yet Deuce understood you and he was always patient with you, giving you space or all his attention whenever you needed it. You have never been so thankful to move next to the small, humble house on Liddel Street.

However, when middle school started, your loyal and innocent friend changed and things began to shift in your life. Deuce had grown distant and his conversations with you were cut short. He gradually stopped coming to classes and sometimes you’d go an entire week without seeing him. He was always out of the house and you pretended not to notice Deuce sneaking out during the night from the view from your window. Teary calls from Deuce’s mother inquiring you about his whereabouts had become a norm too and you could do nothing but suck in your teeth and tell the poor woman you had no clue.

You had attempted to confront him many times but he’d either shrug you off or claim he’s busy and doesn’t have time for you. It stung. It stung a lot when he declined your calls, avoid making eye contact with you and shoved you off whenever you approached him.

Eight years of knowing this fucker, all for him to act like you were dead to him.

The thought filled you with so much unfathomable rage that you spent a good week crying angry tears at the mere mention of Deuce or throwing out just about everything that reminded you of him. From the matching bracelets he had gifted you to polaroid pictures on your wall, it was all destroyed and wasted in wake of your rage. By the time the red had faded, you felt numb. Deleting his contact from your phone was the last breaking point and you did it with minimal tears.

Then, you switched middle schools in the second year and decided to rebrand your image. You worked on your testy personality, your tantrums were few and far in-between and you discovered you were actually a pretty likable person if you restrained yourself more. Soon, Deuce faded into the back of your mind as you kept yourself busy with your studies, your social circles and extracurriculars. Sometimes you felt a numbing pain whenever your guardian offhandedly mentioned seeing Miss Spade at the market or hear gossip about Deuce from the neighbourhood elders. However, it’s tolerable and you lived and forget.

Flash forward to your first year of high school. You attend an academy in the Rose Kingdom and you had moved out of your old house to be closer to your new school thus, you no longer saw either of the Spades again. You were stocked with towering amounts of homework but it was bearable and you still managed to keep your old friends from middle school close at arms. Now, you even broadened your interests more at the recommendations of your classmates.

That’s how your adoration for Neigh LeBlanche gave birth. He was just so cute and kind! From his innocent appearance to the permanent sweet smile on his lips, he made you squeal every time he showed up on the screen. You even have a collection of his bromides and attended a number of his handshake events. You swore you nearly saw God when he beamed at you and greeted you with your first name.

Then mid-way through your first year, you got the news that Neige will be competing at Night Raven College’s VDC. You’ve never booked plane tickets so fast and despite your guardian scolding you for an hour straight for your impulsive actions, you were seated at the stadium amongst dozens of other cheering fans of both Neige LeBlanche and Vil Schoenheit.

Night Raven is announced to begin first and though your vote is already going to Neige without a doubt, you patiently wait to see what the talented Vil has in store.

What you saw instead made your heart drop to your feet.

Deuce. Deuce is there, right on the stage with a determined look on his face. Even with your distance, you can pick out his cyan eyes from out of all the other colourful performers. What was he doing, singing and dancing with all of them? Where is that cold look on his face? His bleached hair? The ever-present snarl on his lips?

Why does he look happier?

The colour drains from your face and your friends take notice, quietly asking if you were feeling okay as you waved them off. What were you, a toddler? You should be able to react normally to seeing an ex-friend. An old ghost of the past you clearly don’t care about anymore, right?

Your friends, clueless and worried, offer to take you back outside but you assure them that you are fine and only a little claustrophobic with all the bodies pressed against you. You weren’t going to ruin this for them.

You don’t register the song they are singing or their practised choreography. Your eyes are locked on Deuce the entire time, to the point you felt nauseous. Even when you tried to pay attention to the other singers, your eyes trailed back to Deuce.

This isn’t fair. He can’t hurt you like he did and then have fun like nothing ever happened. He should hurt, he should—!

You are gently nudged, reminding you that Night Raven has finished performing and now it is Neige’s turn. You wanted to welcome the happy distraction, but you couldn’t. You felt too sick, too bothered and finally you excused yourself to go get some water, to which your friends let you.

You were sprinting through the campus and you knew you weren’t allowed to roam like this, but you had to see Deuce and curse him out so bad he’ll rue the day he crossed you. Yet, as you blindly hunt him down, you run into a solid figure and before you can babble out a hurried apology, you freeze.

Deuce looks at you, his blue eyes wide and his mouth open. With his visible surprise, you realise he does recognise you. You open your mouth to say something, anything to him but it feels as if your throat has turned to sandpaper and everything you’ve wanted to tell him for all these years has died on your tongue. You felt like a lost child again, searching for Deuce’s validation and affection. Deuce stares equally flabbergasted before he stiffens, quickly grabbing you by the shoulder.

“You… why are you here?” He catches himself, realising how stupid that sounded. “Wait, you’re here for the VDC, of course. Sorry, that was stupid of me to ask.”

He jumps when tears prick the corner of your eyes and he’s quick to ask you what’s wrong, asking you in a panic if you need tissues, an inhaler, or first-aid. You aren’t able to answer him as you blubber, covering your eyes with your arm so he doesn’t see your crying face.

He speaks so gently and his eyes are rounded as he frets over you, just like how he had been before he ditched you for the delinquent life. You never thought you could miss somebody so badly that it hurt you physically, your chest tightening as your throat clogs up. You sob louder and Deuce is quick to hold onto you, letting you cry it out as he hesitates on rubbing your back.

You felt so lame. Here you were, always praising yourself for getting over him. Now, all he had to do was look at you for you to reduce into a weeping mess. Years of ignoring your feelings made you realise you loved him as much as you resented him and missed him as much as you never wanted to see him again

“I’m sorry,” You hear him say, his voice cracking, “I’m so sorry. I have so much to explain, but you never left my mind and… shit, I’m so sorry.”

Disappearing from Deuce Spade's life was easy. Falling out of love with him was so much harder.

#deuce fics #twst #twst fics #WHAT THE HELL I AM CRYING #NAHHHH THIS IS TOO GOOD #ABSOLUTELY AMAZING I CAN'T EVEN #NO WORDS JUST... DAMN

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jelliace · 2 years

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heatwaves

"sometimes all i think about is you, late nights in the middle of june."

content: best friends to lovers with ace

Sitting next to Ace while desperately trying to savour the cool air from your small, dingy portal fan was not how you wanted to spend the evening. Yet, even with scarce few hours left before the day comes to an end, the heat wave refuses to let up. You envy the other dorms with their state-of-the-art cooling system while you’re stuck making a living off of an old fan you got for cheap at Sam’s shop. You cast a dubious look towards Ace, who is scrolling through his phone silently (if you ignore the occasional whines of “‘it's way too hot!”). His dorm must have an AC unit and everything, so what is he doing getting fried alongside you?

He drops his head to your shoulder and you weakly push him off, beginning to complain that it was too hot for him to snuggle up next to you. However, you fall silent when you catch a whiff of his scent. Yeah, maybe it was weird you just sniffed your best friend however accidental, but you were too surprised by the rich smell of cherries, coupled with a hint of floral fragrance. You don’t know what surprised you more. That Ace smelled like fruit, or that Ace didn’t just smell like the typical Axe Body spray that more than half of the campus puts on.

“Ew, are you sniffing me?” Ace sneers, yet there is a smirk on his lips that told you he wasn’t actually mad or disgusted. “Didn’t know you were secretly a weirdo, prefect.” “You smell nice,” The words leave your lips before you could stop them. “I-I mean… you don’t smell terrible, I guess! You know, like sweat or whatever…”

You were doing a terrible job at defending your case, yet Ace is oddly silent even with the smart-ass remark you were waiting for him to spew. You glance at him from the corner of your eye, surprised to find his lips lightly pursed and pink dusting his cheeks.

“Mhm,” He says dismissively, much to your surprise. “If I don’t stink then you wouldn’t mind this, I guess.”

Before you could get a word in, Ace hooks his arms around your neck, bringing you down so you are clumsily pressed against him. It’s by far the most uncomfortable position you’ve been in, with your hands pressed against his chest and your legs awkwardly pressed against his sides. Yet, Ace has a tight grip on you as he breathes into the crook of your neck. Then, the fruity smell of Ace’s cologne hits your nose and you swallow your complaints about the heat.

“Ah, how annoying,” He mutters, only loud enough for the two of you to hear. “I can’t have you to myself if we’re at Heartslabyul. I guess I’ll put up with the stupid heat if I can stay with you.”

Your heart is practically thundering in your chest, yet it’s incomparable to Ace’s own rapid heartbeat, hidden behind his thin sports shirt. Is this really what best friends do? You bite your lip, hesitating on asking the question that will make or break this confusing tango you are in with Ace.

“Ace…?” You call for him tentatively, pulling away so you can meet him face-to-face. You waver, seeing the vermillion hues of his eyes and the dash of freckles coating his cheeks. You knew he had a boyish charm to him, one that could easily make him popular with the masses, yet with the light of the setting sun casting from the window and the fact he’s looking at you as if you’re the only thing in his world, you feel your heart lurch to your throat. The words you’ve been waiting to spill stay static at the tip of your tongue and you’ve never felt this stupid in front of Ace before. What the hell happened between the two of you?

“Hey, hold still,” He suddenly interrupts the silence, his fingers reaching up to graze your cheek. “You’ve got an eyelash there. Did you not even realise? Stuuuupid.”

Despite his childish (almost irritating) words, he’s uncharacteristically gentle as he swipes his fingers across the skin of your face. Even a gesture so simple and mundane is making you flustered. What were you, a middle schooler with a puppy crush? How embarrassing.

You mumble a quiet thanks, yet Ace’s touch never leaves your cheeks. Instead, he reaches his other hand over to cup your face. He gives you a second to pull away before he brings you down so his lips are slanted against yours. His lips tasted like tropical chapstick and the cherry tart he had for lunch and you awkwardly try to move against him, to show that you were trying to reciprocate. Has he done this before? You don’t want to think about it as you savour the softness of his lips, even the heatwave being long forgotten.

He pulls away, only a breath away from you, and he seems to struggle with what to say. Luckily, you decide to fill in the silence.

“We aren’t best friends, are we?” You ask and you want to slap yourself for how much like a child you sound. Ace laughs, which does nothing to relieve your embarrassment.

“How many best friends kiss each other? Dummy.”

He brings you back to him and you don’t have to think twice about what you mean to Ace, his love loud and clear from the tight hold he has on you. Maybe the summer heat isn’t always so bad.

#WHAT THE AAAAAAAA #I AM GOING CRAZY GOING ABSOLUTELY BALLISTIC #ace fics #OH MY GOD #AMAZING #twst #twst fics #BLUSHING SO HARD RN #ace reblogs 🍒

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jelliace · 2 years

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get to know me!!

i. soleil infp 17 she/her filo

i write randomly for multiple fandoms, but this is mainly a twst blog because it was made for ace the loml, so expect to see him and twst content a lot on here! <3

ii. the fandoms i'll probably write for are:

twisted wonderland

genshin

obey me

saint spell's love guide to the magical student's spellbook

i don't really take requests and just write for fun whenever i feel like it, so i'm very sorry for the slow and inconsistent posting schedule, pls bare with me lol

i'll make a better navi and masterlist once christmas break comes, but for now just bare with this shabby one </3

iii. my currently published works! | mini masterlist

ACE TRAPPOLA

unrealized feelings | ace trappola

how can, cupid... | ace trappola

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unrealized feelings | ace trappola

ace trappola x gn!reader

note: short ace fic that takes place in the rain because i love ace and rain scenarios (although i actually hate rain irl lmao)

"it's raining..." you mumble as you looked up at the sky, holding your hand out and letting the cold raindrops trail down your fingers.

"it doesn't seem like it would let up anytime soon, huh?" a familiar presence walks up to you, standing beside you. turning your head in the direction of the voice, your sight welcomes a certain red haired boy.

ace spots a familiar figure standing alone by the school's entrance, looking up at the pouring sky. a familiar figure that he knew all too well.

it was you.

he quickly made his way over to you, but not quick enough for him to seem eager, just enough for people around to think that you were friends.

right. friends.

you've been plaguing his thoughts as of late. it was... odd, to say the least. you weren't anything other than his classmate. a friend. a close friend. nothing farther than that. so why? why does he feel a foreign feeling whenever the thought of you crosses his mind? whenever he catches a glimpse of you from across the room? whenever your skin brushes against his in the slightest?

he could feel these unusual feelings threatening to show as he approaches you. struggling, he pushes all of it deep down. he might not know what these feelings are, but he knows they aren't good, they're troublesome.

he can't let this get in the way of everything.

"it doesn't seem like it would let up anytime soon, huh?"

"yeah, i wonder how we're gonna get home..."

there was a lull in the conversation, the only thing that could be heard were the voices of students passing by, drowned out by the melodious pitter patter of the rain as it hits the cobblestone floors.

until an idea crosses ace's mind.

"should we just make a run for it?" he suggests, looking over at you to gauge your reaction.

"you know, i'd definitely be down to do that, but is it really a good idea for us to get sick? it's midterm season."

"don't even worry about that. it's getting dark, getting sick is better than riddle having my head again for the 6th time this week." he sighs, scratching the back of his head.

"hah, i guess you're right." you let out a soft chuckle.

despite basically agreeing with his proposal, you stay rooted in your place, unmoving, your gaze fixated on your bag. ace takes notice of this and sighs.

"come on, don't look at me like that! midterms are right around the corner, i can't have my notes getting wet now!" you relent, visibly withering after each word.

"just borrow my notes then."

"no? you have the worst handwriting i have ever seen! sure, i can read it, but i don't want to give myself a headache!"

"man, you're so hard to convince." ace dramatically sighs.

then, right after, your eyebrows slowly knit in confusion the moment you catch sight of him taking off his coat.

"what are you doing?"

"just, put this over your head." he says as he grabs both of your hands together with the bag you were holding, positioning it over your head and draping his coat on top of it before you could even say anything.

"hold on! what about you, then?" you reply frantically amidst all the ruckus.

"hm, i guess you owe me one. aren't i such a good friend?" he grins, the last words causing an unpleasant feeling to take root in his heart.

you sighed, putting down the bag and coat that was positioned above your head on a nearby bench. ace looks at you with a puzzled expression, quickly turning into one of surprise when you also started removing your coat.

throwing it at his direction, you reply with a grin, "you did say i owe you one, didn't you?"

ace lets out a huff as he caught it, "stop always stealing the spotlight and let me be the cool one for once."

"better luck next time, you'll have to try harder than that." you answered as you let out a light chuckle. picking up your belongings from the bench, you quickly hurried back over to him. "come on, what are we still doing here? lets go!" you say as you pulled him by the hand before he could even say anything about the matter, unknowingly intertwining it along the way as you both danced past the sea of people.

with his heart pounding like crazy, his face growing hotter by the minute, his heartbeat ringing on his ears, ace couldn't help but wonder...

was he feeling like this because of the harsh cold of the rain, or was it because of your hand intertwined with his?

he claims he doesn't know the answer to that.

oh, but he's a liar. he knows exactly which one it is.

but will he ever admit to that? probably not.

he claims he couldn't be bothered to think about it.

all he knows was that the rain never looked this beautiful before.

#ace trappola x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst ace #ace trappola x mc #twst imagines #twst scenarios

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FUZZY ALL OVER !

summary: things they do to show that they love you.

chrtrs: trey, cater, riddle, ace

warnings: gn! reader ( for cater's, the picture leans to male, but u can just ignore that!!), fluff, pretty short, me showing favouritism for riddle.

notes: just a lil fluff thing before i hit yall with angst 😇 ( IF I STOP WORRYING THAT IT'S BAD AND J SHOULDN'T POST IT ) i couldn't draw for the others, srry about that :(

TREY bakes you your favorite sweets. yes, he does bake for his friends, but everytime he does it for you, he takes a bit longer and tends to try and make everything perfect for your liking. he always finds a way to put little hearts on them too.

CATER always talks about you on magicam. it doesn't matter if the topic is not related to you at all, he'll always find a way to bring you up in a post/convo. he made different story highlights too, one just for you and one for you and him. ( don't be surprised if there's more than one story highlight about you tho.)

RIDDLE schedules a study session for you two everyday after school. and no one should be interrupting you guys. he makes sure to prepare tea and your favorite snacks everytime. he'll sometimes hit you on the head (gently) with a notebook if you keep lazing around tho. sometimes you'll catch him staring at you while smiling, and when you tease him about it, he'll become red and decline it. he also gets carried away talking to you and the tea becomes cold.

ACE makes sure you don't miss any meals. it doesn't matter if you're running late, he'll somehow always make you sit down with him as he pushes your part of the meal in front of you. if you say you're not hungry, he'll quietly look at you before taking a small portion from his meal to his spoon and hold it in front of your face while muttering, “ just have a small bite, at least. ”

#ace fics #riddle fics #trey fics #cater fics #THIS IS SO CUTE #OH TO BE LOVED LIKE THIS...#twst #twst fics

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Soooo since its almost valentine's day, pocky game headcanons with rui,tsukasa,akito and toya with fem reader? when the pocky is almost on its limits and when their lips is about to met reader basically snaps the pocky and kiss them lol

STARTS BREAKDANCING

POCKY GAME WITH RUI, AKITO, TOYA, AND TSUKASA

Valentine's special!

was actually very interested in the idea at first!!

mostly only for the sake of studying your reactions since he thought it was adorable to begin with

he doesn't have a lot of knowledge on these kinds of things so after looking it up online he just thought "oh alright this can't be that hard"

plot twist

it was

he tried to mask his nervousness by making eye contact with you the whole entire time

foolproof plan since you ended up being the flustered one instead

MF JUST PROGRESSES THE GAME WITH A SHIT EATING GRIN STARING DEEP INSIDE UR SOUL THE WHOLE TIME

it winded up backfiring once the game ended in a tie (aka the infamous kiss)

because after that he hid in a corner and covered his face for the rest of the day/night

here lies shinonome akito, loved(?) by all his friends and classmates. cause of death: y/n

THE FIRST TIME YOU MENTIONED IT HE STARES AT YOU SO INTENSELY WITH A LOOK THAT SCREAMS "ARE U FR"

didn't wanna look like a wimp tho

especially after an teased him abt it for a while saying "but as far as you told me ya didn't like them, why does the thought of possibly accidentally kissing them get u so worked up? 😔"

so he wanted to prove her wrong by going through with it

and honestly he started off pretty brave!! until your lips were 3 millimeters apart that is

he actually never internally panicked so hard before so u can only imagine how it felt like when you two kissed

although without thinking he just kinda cupped your face and stayed like that for a few seconds

neither him or you spoke of that day again

COMPLETELY EMOTIONLESS. THE WHOLE. ENTIRE. TIME.

WHEN YOU ASKED HIM HE SAID YES WITH NO SECOND THOUGHTS TOO

yeah he didn't really think twice on it bc to him games like these r just games, and your intentions surely weren't anything else 👽

saw how red you were getting midway through the game so he just

goes ahead and

places a hand on your cheek to see your reaction to it

MAN IF THIS GUY KNEW,,,

was very surprised when the game ended in you two kissing since from what he read about it on the internet, you could've easily won

"can we do that again sometime?"

okay, let's be honest here

the first time you brought the pocky game up he was all in about it

saying stuff like because of his 'natural charm' there's no way to win against him in a game such as that

BOY WAS HE WRONG

completely FROZEN IN PLACE ONCE YOU START THE GAME

bonus points in you lay your hands on his, or his face

even more bonus points if you stroke his hair during the game

actually holds his breath until the end of the game bc of the pure fear he's experiencing

probably was left completely without air after the kiss and/or passed out because of the shock

basically tsukasa needs help

#pjsekai #pjsekai fics #THIS IS SO CUTE?!?!?!

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getting back together with your heartslabyul ex

featuring !! ace, riddle, deuce, cater, trey

ace trappola

Loving Ace was soft. Gentle. It filled you to the brim until it overflowed, sweet and saccharine like the cherry pie he adored so much. Loving Ace was sleeping in late, catching snowflakes with your tongue, meeting in the middle of the night. You didn’t notice the cracks until he broke up with you on a summer morning, sunshine beaming upon his crimson eyes as he proposed, ‘ending things’.

You can’t remember his exact words. Something about loving you too much, too hard, as it took and took and took from him until he ached. In a heartbeat, loving Ace turned into something harsher, jagged edges a reminder of what could have been. What was.

That was four months ago. In the meantime, you’ve forgotten the smell of Ace’s shampoo, how his embrace felt, his fleeting touches a memory. You’ve learned how his name feels foreign on your tongue, leaving behind a bitter aftertaste like a pill left untouched. Your names together felt even more unnatural.

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#twst #ace fics #cater fics #riddle fics #trey fics #deuce fics #THIS IS SO DAMN GOOD???#BUT THE TREY PART THO LMFAO NOOO IM CRYING #BUT DAMN IT THIS IS SO AAAAAAA #CHARACTERIZATION OF EACH OF THEM IS ON POINT DON'T EVEN OMFG #ESPECIALLY ACE'S HOLY SHITTT #IM SCREAMING AND GOING BALLISTIC #twst fics

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Proxemics (TWST - Ace/Reader)

@makialene suggested: Only if you have a minute (and want to of course, I know you’re busy with the February writing challenge!), but I love how you write Ace, do you think you could do something for what may have happened if we had said yes when he asked to share the bed with us the first night he stayed over? In canon we kick him to the couch but I’m a sucker for the “only one bed” trope

lol i only meant for this to be like a 500 word ficlet but here i am with 3.3k .......i also like the bed sharing trope ig!! i know this request was from the beginning of february so hopefully the length makes it worth the wait hehe and! don't forget to check this out on ao3! (it was fic length so of course i'm posting it there)

feel free to leave a suggestion~

Throughout your (admittedly short) time in Twisted Wonderland, you began to learn that, sometimes, the best answer to give people was no answer at all. This wasn’t because you feared the repercussions of your words - no, most of the people you met were so harmless despite their best attempts to appear tough it was almost silly. No, you learned not to answer because of how goofy these people could be. Most often, the most appropriate response was a flat expression. Somebody needed to be a voice of reason in these people’s lives, because you were beginning to think none of them ever had one prior to you.

Grim seemed to have the same idea, staring at Ace with an amused expression, paws on his hips. The both of you passed a flickering glance towards the other, a silent ‘can you believe this guy? No, I can't either,’ before Grim finally spoke up.

“So, the point is you’re both terrible?”

Ace visibly recoiled, the faux woe-is-me expression from his tale of the stolen tart leaving his face immediately. The indignation that replaced it was worse on your dwindling patience. “You don’t think that it’s insane for my magic to get sealed away for eating ONE slice of tart?! For a mage, that’s like having your arms and legs bound and shackled! And there were three tarts! It’s not like he could eat them all himself. Come on, you KNOW this is messed up!”

Your eyes drifted to the collar. He couldn’t have chosen a comparison that was more on-the-nose. Heaving a heavy sigh, you removed your hands from your hips and instead grabbed your chin thoughtfully. Though you and Ace had a rather short friendship, he was pretty open and you felt as if you had a good grasp on his personality already. Of course, he was a natural troublemaker - although, perhaps in Crowley’s eyes, so were you. Ace’s impulsiveness was a tad endearing, but he wasn’t quite sly enough to escape the consequences that always came. Part of you wondered if he was purposely testing the limits so he could figure out how to make his clean escape every time.

Still, despite knowing how he attracted trouble, you knew his Housewarden’s punishment was extreme. Besides, was there really a reason to make an example out of Ace when he was the only one who’d dare eat food that wasn’t his? The longer you thought about it, the more excuses you could come up with.

Finally, you nodded your agreement. “It does seem a tad extreme.”

“Riiiight?!”

“Yeah, but…if there were three tarts, they were probably for a party. Maybe it was someone’s birthday or somethin’?” Grim reasoned, jumping from the floor to the coffee table so he could be a bit more on your level. With a proud grin, he immediately began preening himself. “Lookit that! I’m, like, a master detective too!”

“A birthday party, huh…”

“Did you even apologize?” You asked. Ace stuck out his tongue, and that was answer enough.

“Man…I thought you’d be more sympathetic. I’m a victim of tyranny here!”

You nodded noncommittally. “He may have been a tad extreme…”

It was Grim’s turn to be offended. Was there any winning for you in this world? “But you stole food! That ain’t cool!”

You agreed with Grim, one hundred percent. Even if you were in a separate world, you were pretty sure moral codes were more or less the same, just that those around you didn’t seem to care much for them. But still, basic roommate etiquette had to be a thing, right? Ace didn’t seem like he wouldn’t know one of the cardinal rules of sharing a living space - did he not have family members, ever?

However, Ace was your friend now. Even if you had gotten off to a rough start - one that might have only been 48 hours ago, or maybe 48 weeks ago, the chaos was making it hard to tell - it was clear now that he was a pest but still a ride-or-die. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t warm up quickly to him. Besides, if this world was as villainous as you suspected it was, you didn’t want to chase away one of your only allies in the whole place.

“If you apologize, I’m sure he’ll forgive you,” You offered. Neither of them look particularly convinced.

“You don’t go messin’ with another man’s meal…” Grim muttered. Then he perked up, his tail and flaming ears all on high alert. “Hey, wait a minute! I just realized I never got those cans of tuna the headmage promised me!”

After a few moments of your steady glare, Ace finally conceded. “All right, all right. Fine. I get that I should apologize. But you’re coming with me. This was your idea after all.”

If there was one thing in this world you had the advantage in, it would be general manners for sure. “Oh, I’ve got this. Don’t worry.”

Matching your confident grin, Ace gave you a thumbs up before scratching the back of his head. “Anyway…you got a place for me to crash tonight?”

Oh. In the insanity of his most recent adventure, you had entirely forgotten about his original predicament. Grim did too, if his yelp was any indication of his emotions. “You were serious about that? Outside of the bedroom me and Yuu use, this entire dump is buried under a foot of dust. So if you wanna crash, you better start cleanin’!”

“Dude, no way! I hate cleaning!”

“I don’t think many people like cleaning…” You added softly. That was a mistake, because Ace’s attention was immediately focused on you.

“Just let me stay with you!”

“What?!?” Your voice involuntarily cracked. Clearing your throat, your eyes darted around the room. Grim looked displeased with Ace’s audacity, though the entire conversation seemed to just frustrate him. Your eyes wandered behind him, to the ancient, dusty couch, and the spot where you thought you could see the shadow of a spring poking out. “You mean, like, in my bed…?”

“I’m real slim. I won’t take up any space!” For emphasis, Ace put one hand over his heart and the other up in the air like a scout taking a pledge. Your gaze flickered between him, Grim, and the couch, each person (or object, or…cat?) giving you a different answer. Though you thought a million different worries would be racing through your head, you were only lingering on one single thought: why not take a page from Crowley’s book?

The headmage only harped others on his generosity to toot his own horn, but you did feel incredibly lucky to be given shelter in your time of need. Why not pay the good deed forward? Besides, you were growing weary of this conversation and being awake in general. Dealing with Ace’s complaints was the last thing you wanted to do. Besides, it wasn’t like you’d never slept in the same bed as a friend before. Where was the harm?

“Okay.”

Both Grim and Ace widened their eyes. “R-really?!”

You shrugged. “The bed’s big, Grim. And there is…a lot of dust in here. We’d be just as cruel as Riddle if we made him sleep on the couch when it’s in such sorry shape.”

A draft brushed over you, and you shivered. The ghosts would surely have something to say about you insulting their furniture. Grim was displeased too, muttering under his breath but still making his way to bed, clearing throwing in the towel. Ace took another second to snap out of his surprise, but, once he recovered, gave you a more genuine smile. If you looked closely, you would have realized he was almost flustered.

“Thanks.”

Yawning, you gestured for him to follow you up the stairs. They groaned loudly beneath your feet, but you were beginning to understand the difference between weak wood and loud wood. “It’s no big deal. Do you have nightclothes? I think I have an extra set lying around…no guarantee they’ll fit though.”

“Nah. I came prepared.” You looked back and eyed the small bag you hadn’t noticed before.

“Confident in your persuasion skills, are you?”

“Maybe I just find you particularly dependable.” The two of you chuckled as you walked into the bedroom. Sleepily, you instructed him to change in the bathroom and quickly changed your own clothes. When you were done and sat on the bed, you absently ran a hand over Grim’s back. He was already asleep, and didn’t even stir at your hand running over him. You should’ve asked if he was alright with sharing the bed - with how often he wound up curling at your feet, it was basically his space, too. He didn’t seem too bothered with the idea, though, if he was already sleeping - and as an uninvited guest himself, he didn’t really have much room to complain.

It wasn’t until Ace walked back in the room after a quiet knock that you began to feel nervous. To avoid his gaze, you pretended to set an alarm on the clock (that miraculously still worked and was accurate - the ghosts again? Magic?) Ace rounded to the other side of the bed, and you could feel his hesitance in the slow movements he took to lift the blankets. Unable to stall anymore, you followed his movements, making sure to keep plenty of space between you and him.

“Well, you know where the bathroom and the kitchen are. Good night.”

“Uh, yeah. Night.”

Silence quickly filled the room, and you had to fight not to focus entirely on the body a foot away from you.

—

Maybe the couch would have been better.

Ace never spent much time sleeping in such close proximity to somebody. Any time he spent a night at a friend’s, they usually had a makeshift bed for him already. He never even had to share a room, let alone a bed. There were inherent boundaries he could figure out for sure, but knowing that there was another person behind him but not knowing how much wiggle room he had was a different type of stress he wasn’t prepared for. Not to mention, it had only been about ten minutes since they settled in for the night. There was no way the prefect was asleep so he could test the waters a little, yet his shoulder was already starting to protest the way he was laying.

Uncomfortable position aside, Ace was pretty sure the prefect only agreed to let him in the bed because their couch had visible springs coming out of the cushions and a thick layer of dust. The dust was hardly any better here - what wasn’t on the bed was in the air instead, already making his nose uncomfortably stuffy. No wonder the prefect was always so sniffly in the morning. There was also a spring getting ready to push through the fabric of the mattress, just beneath his ribcage and digging into him. If he had been on the couch, he could have sprawled out however he wanted to avoid it! But, instead, he was stuck in a bed with someone, terrified to move.

Ace wasn’t sure exactly why he was so afraid. The prefect was cool, and would easily brush off an accidental bump in the night. But while he was changing in the bathroom, Ace reminded himself to knock before entering the bedroom and suddenly got a pit in his stomach. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what had his guts tied up in knots - or, he could, but he chose to ignore it lest it get worse and become another hurdle for him to jump before falling asleep.

Sleep. By the seven, he wished he could just fall asleep. If he were unconscious, he wouldn’t have to deal with so many stupid thoughts!

His side began to tingle, growing numb from the acute pressure the loose spring was putting on him. That was the final straw. Ace had to move, lest his entire right side go numb before he even got an hour of sleep.

Tentatively, Ace shifted closer to the center of the bed. He was surprised by how much ground he was able to make, pushing the boundary to see how comfortable he could get. Of course, he quickly overshot the available space, stopping cold at MC’s sleeve barely grazing his own arm. Quicker than intended, Ace forced himself to the very edge of the bed, gripping the edge of the mattress to prevent himself from following. The bed moved with him, and he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping desperately the prefect wouldn’t ask him what he was doing. Seconds passed, agonizingly long, before he slowly relaxed. They were letting him get away with it. He could work with that.

Hanging on to the very edge of the mattress wasn’t ideal, but at least the spring was no longer making his body numb. Ace could sit like this for a while, at least until the prefect fell asleep and he’d feel more comfortable moving around. Goodness, he knew he wouldn’t take up much space, so why was he suddenly so wary about where he was laying? He should just sprawl out and show the prefect who’s boss, since they were so harsh on him after he told his story.

But then they might think he was a creep, or worse, a rude bum, and that weirdly stung.

So Ace stood still, barely breathing as deeply as usual to avoid shaking the bed any more than he already had. For a moment, he debated listening in to see when the prefect fell asleep, but that immediately felt invasive and he scrapped the thought. Maybe he could fall asleep like this? He could hardly be held accountable for how close he got trying to get comfortable in his sleep, right?

Ace battled with himself for a while, feeling pathetic all the time. He was caught between cursing himself for placing himself so willingly in an awkward situation, and cursing himself for making a situation awkward that didn’t need to be. But, at the end of the day, he knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep like this. If it wasn’t the fear of falling off the bed that kept him awake, it was his thoughts running a mile a minute. Ace stayed stuck to the edge of the bed for what felt like forever. The prefect was asleep by now, right?

He had to sneak a peek. He had to. If the prefect was still awake, he’d just say he had to…go to the bathroom! Or, better yet, he’d excuse himself for a drink from the kitchen, only to dash out of the house like a madman and grovel at Riddle’s feet for forgiveness. Then, when the prefect accused him of running away in the middle of the night, he could accuse them of having vivid dreams about him and fluster them so badly, they wouldn’t pursue the train of thought any longer.

Bracing himself, Ace pushed himself up with his forearms and dared a glance behind his shoulder.

Almost immediately, he sighed in relief. The prefect was asleep, having shuffled a little closer to the middle of the bed in their sleep. At their feet, Grim was curled up peacefully, the fire in his ears flaring lazily and a little dimmer than usual. Carefully, making absolutely sure he didn’t wake anybody up, Ace shuffled himself a little more inward and carefully lowered himself on his back. The spring was no longer digging into him, and like this, the bed was almost comfortable. At the very least, he wasn’t curled in a horrible position trying to avoid something jabbing into his side.

However, there was one small hitch in his plans. He could feel the prefect next to him, not quite touching but definitely warm and solid beside him.

Gulping, Ace folded his hands over his stomach and stared at the ceiling, trying to calm his thoughts once more. It was fine! Nothing was happening! Just a couple of pals sharing a bed in a pinch. Nothing was weird about it unless he made it weird. And if it was weird, the prefect readily agreed, so he had some ammunition on his side! He just needed to calm down and fall asleep. Nothing would happen if he could just sleep.

—

Ace did manage to fall asleep soon after finally settling down. Still, when he awoke to somebody pounding on the door, he couldn’t fight the feeling that a few more hours would have been nice.

Blinking, Ace eyes the streams of sunlight with vitriol, as if each dust particle swirling around had personally offended him. After a moment, he realized that neither Grim nor the prefect were stirring. He wondered if he could just ignore the door, but their guest seemed awfully persistent. Groaning, Ace threw an arm over his eyes, wanting just a few minutes more to rest. Even if the bed was old and had a spring that wanted his blood, he felt surprisingly warm.

His mind took a few more seconds to catch up with his situation. Oh, how harsh reality tended to be.

The prefect had turned towards him in their sleep. That would have been fine, if they hadn’t also taken to leaning their head on his shoulder. Because of the bulky collar, they had to position themselves at a lopsided angle, practically nuzzling into his shoulder. If he wasn’t warm from the blanket and morning sun, the flustered blush heating his face and turning it red as his favorite pie was sure doing the trick.

Without thinking, Ace pushed himself out of the bed, unable to spare a second to prevent the prefect from waking up. Before anybody could ask any questions, he bolted out of the bedroom, his heavy footsteps loud as thunder with the brunt of his weight and the groaning wood. The stairs were worse, but he ignored them, practically jumping off the last few. When he opened the door, he was out of breath and still trying to bring the blood down from his face. Deuce stood outside, fist raised to continue his incessant pounding on the door and an eyebrow raised. Ace hated how different they looked, with Deuce neatly in his school uniform and himself still in rumpled bedclothes.

“I thought you might- why are you so out of breath?” Deuce asked. He peered into the house, perhaps wondering if the dust was strangling Ace. Without knowing how to respond, Ace opened and closed his mouth a few times before deciding silence was best. Unfortunately, Deuce had a rare intelligent moment and connected the dots Ace wanted to keep far apart. “You didn’t-”

Immediately, Deuce narrowed his eyes. A shiver ran down Ace’s spine - since when could little Deucy be so scary? “Woah, Deuce, let me explain- ack!”

—

You were awoken by a sudden force against your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. Somebody - Ace, you remembered belatedly - ran to the door, which seemed to be losing a battle between it and somebody’s fist. A minute later, your alarm went off, and you groaned. It wasn’t an ideal start to the morning, but you had worse before.

Then Ace started screaming, and you realized Deuce was in the house. Okay, maybe this was going to be a rough morning.

You pulled yourself out of bed and trudged to the top of the stairs, hoping to separate the two before they broke your house even more than it already was. However, both boys stopped fighting and stared at you the moment the steps creaked beneath your feet. Something about their bewildered expressions stopped you from speaking. You watched Deuce’s eyes flicker between you and Ace.

“What, is it my beadhead?” You asked through a yawn. “I know it’s a lot, but it isn’t…oh.”

Realization hit you like a truck. Ace sunk to his knees, probably wishing he could sink into the floor and never return (a sentiment you shared the longer Deuce stared at the two of you, seemingly deciding whether to beat up Ace or lecture you first). This morning was turning out to be the roughest in a while, and you’ve only been up for five minutes!

Ace was definitely sleeping on the couch next time.

#twst #ace fics #SCREAMINGGGG OMFG #THIS IS SO GOOD?!?!?!?!#AAAAAAAAAAAA OMFG #I LOVE THIS SM #twst fics

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