Hi I'm Ace/¿Name?. Please read my carrd byf. I'm an artist and have written in the past but mainly reblog rn. I'm the most active on my TikTok, aceissour(link in carrd). I post mostly abt Twisted Wonderland and BSD but I enjoy other things like, Reverse:1999, Dating Sims, ect.
╰┈➤ .☘︎ ݁˖ 𝘐𝘕 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘊𝘏.. He says something that he wouldn't normally say to other people, but you're not like other people, you are you. You're his best friend, his soulmate, his love. So while in a moment of vulnerability, he reveals something he normally wouldn't do voluntarily. He spills his love for you.
ᛝ 𝙏𝘼𝙂𝙎... Implied! Best friends to lovers, soft! Character, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, oblivious! Reader, non! Yuu reader, mentions of violence, down bad! Character, bittersweet endings? Idk they don't really become lovers
ᛝ 𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀... While I was scrolling through my old fanfic ideas I saw these exact words typed "imagine the trope 'I would die for you' with Ace and he actually dies lol" and that got me thinking, should I do this with other characters? Except there's no angst and it's just them confessing their love and you being oblivious AS FUCK because it's funny
ᛝ 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎𝙇𝘼𝘽𝙔𝙐𝙇 𝙓 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙉𝙀𝙐𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙇! 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍
⋮ ⌗ ┆𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗔
"𝑰 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑬 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼"
Ace trappola was your best friend.
When you first met him, you first thought that he was unruly, rude, and harsh— he still is, he's still that unruly, rude, and harsh boy you loved, but now that you two are best friends, you started to notice some interesting things he'd only do for his friends that he thinks is subtle, but not for a person like you that deals with him 24/7, if he actually thinks he can be subtle with his best friend then he's truly peaked at stupidity.
And you noticed all lot from him from the past months now.
At first, you didn't say anything, he was Ace after all, this was the same boy that jokingly flirts with people because he thinks it's funny to see their reactions, so it didn't really alarm you. However, after you looked more closely and stayed up all night thinking about it, the more you noticed.
In the first month that you noticed his weird behaviors, you chalked it up to him being the weird typical Ace behavior, the second month you still did nothing but it sparked some questions in you, the third month was when you started to look for cameras to see if anyone was filming these weird behaviors, by the forth month you confronted him about it and he brushed it off, and by month five? You were fed up, truly. Now normally you wouldn't be so worked up about this, but you were literally starting to realize that you loved him, romantically and platonically, so seeing him give you mix signals sends you spiraling.
And on one sleepover. You finally got your answer in the most stupidest ways possible.
You two were watching a romance movie you picked because he lost a bet, and as best friends, you two were cuddling in the couch while sharing a bowl of popcorn. Typical normal friendship stuff.
Now what you didn't consider in this movie marathon, was the movie itself— it wasn't bad or horrible or anything like that, no, it was actually really good. But the problem was it was too good. The premise was interesting, the cinematography was a chefs kiss, and the plot deserved an applause. In fact the plot was so good that it felt like a personal attack to your own love life, specifically, regarding Ace— because the plot was too similar to what you two were experiencing.
Essentially: the male lead and the female lead were best friends pinning eachother, the problem is, the male lead was too stuck up and egotistical to realize his feelings for her, and the female lead was too loving and caring to let him go. You can sense the angst that is bound to happen.
The two of you seemed to share this knowing silence. But none of you wanted to say that, you two would rather be silent than truly say it— well, except for Ace.
Ace Trappola knew this would happen, he knew that he would bound to confess soon— with his growing feelings and intense emotions that he felt for you, it was bound to slip up, it was a matter of time after all. But he didn't know whether you would reject him or be oblivious as fuck and interpret his actions and words as platonic when all his feelings are the complete opposite of that, and he didn't know which was worse.
His eyelids felt heavy as he rested his head on your shoulders while hauling you up to his chest, he sighed and snuggled close to your collar.
"I know that I'm such an asshole to you..." He started— better be late in admitting his feelings than letting them fester and ruin you am I right?
Anyways.
"And I probably don't deserve you" he mumbled under his breath.
"But I just wanted you to know that 𝑰 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑬 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼"
His breathing evened out and softly held you as he finally slept in the comfort of your presence.
What he didn't consider was that you were completely and utterly awake watching the movie, eating popcorn, and half listening to him until you heard him utter those last five words. What he didn't consider was the fact that you did in fact listen to him even though he can barely be heard by the volume of the TV, what he didn't consider was the fact that you were blushing furiously after hearing those words escaping his mouth.
You froze amidst eating the popcorn, your hands mid air as you stared at the TV with your ears ringing.
After recovering and finally snapping back to reality you called out to him, hoping and praying that he didn't fall asleep during that life changing sentence— because if he did? You wouldn't know if you were dreaming all this when you wake up.
"Ace...?"
You slowly faced him.
And there he was, sleeping peacefully, as if he didn't dismantle your whole heart with that simple sentence.
⋮ ⌗ ┆𝗗𝗘𝗨𝗖𝗘 𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗗𝗘
"𝑰 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼"
Deuce Spade picked on too many fights to be friends with you.
Normally, when people think of Deuce and his group of friends they would think: rude boys who punch people just for the fun of it, prideful boys that thought they ruled the world by just breathing, they would picture boys that had piercings and scars all throughout their body. They wouldn't picture you. A person who's the complete opposite of him, a person who patches him up in times where fights got too rough, a person who craddled his callused hands and ran their fingers through it to comfort him, a person who for all they know, is too caring for him.
But they don't know him like you do.
They don't know that he protected you from those same rude boys that they thought were friends with him, they don't know that he fought for your honor, they don't know the true Deuce.
Like right now, as you two sat in your kitchen.
You sighed as you pulled out your first aid kit from the cabinet and layed it next to him on the table.
"Another fight, right?" You asked with that same disappointed tone you used when you address a child that caused trouble but knew it was for a good cause.
"It wasn't my fault they talked shit about you!" He huffed while his curled his fists.
You took out the alcohol from the first aid kit and dabbed it on some cotton, "tell me what happened" you urged as you held his face and started to clean his cuts and bruises up, he hissed from the pain but didn't say anything as he told his perspective on why he caused a fight— you swear this boy was trying to give you grey hairs early.
"There was a group of boys that said that you were too "gentle" and "soft" and they should beat you up because..." He stopped.
You hummed and asked him to continue as you threw away the cotton and moved to putting bandages on his face.
He should stop this, stop being friends with you and just stick to people like him, he should stop being a selfish and—
He gazed on your concentrated face and your eyes— lords, he loved your eyes, the way it was so expressive when talking to him, the way to perfectly conveyed your emotions. And right now, your eyes had that familiar concern and worry for him, concern and worry that he didn't deserve. He knew that you would be a traget of rumors and shit-talking the moment you associated to be friends with him, the moment that people saw how friendly you were to eachother. But he was selfish and continued to be friends with you despite the trouble he caused in your life.
"Deuce? Are you okay?"
And...
He can't because he loved you.
Because he loved how gentle and caring you were with him, he loved how understanding you are to him, and he loved how you were you.
And as he sat in your kitchen table, being tended by you. He can't help but realize that he has been loving you— the moments where his heart would turn to mush when you two held hands, the moments where he would lean in your hands when you cuped his cheeks, the moments where you would hug him as a congratulation when he passed his tests, he loved you, completely and utterly loved you with no filters.
His eyes gazed on your own worried ones and couldn't help but soften up.
"I'm sorry..."
You tilted your head in response. "Why are you sorry? Those boys were clearly in the wrong so no need to-"
"You don't understand!" He cut you off with a frustrated yell, he ran his fingers through his hair, messing up his normally kept hair. "It was because of me okay?? It was because you're friends of me that you have a target on your back now, it was because of me- you-" he stopped and slumped back onto your shoulders then hugged you.
You froze for a moment before you embraced him back.
"It was because of me that you would've been beaten up by those assholes." He mumbled softly on your shoulder blades.
You burried your head on his chest. You stayed silent for a few minutes, you two sharing a quiet moment after that whole emotional outburst, trying to keep your thoughts together and recollect yourselves.
You sighed and pulled back slightly and pulled his face to cup it on your hands.
You brushed your fingers on his cheeks and stared at his eyes. "But I didn't, didn't I?" You smiled gently. He paused and opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off before he could. "Deuce. I'm okay. Because of you, I'm not lying on the streets beaten up." You pinched his cheeks gently as he winced and let out a soft 'ow!' "So quit your whining. I'm okay"
He stared at you for a moment with a surprised expression. Then his eyes softened once again and held your wrists gently, he leaned on your hands and sighed.
Then he glanced up at you with that fond smile of his that you only used to see in romance movies when the romantic interest would say something romantic after doing that smile. Your breath hitched.
"𝑰 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼 y'know?" He smiled.
Your face suddenly burned as you looked at him with an agape mouth. You closed it and huffed then
'SMACK!'
"OW!" Deuce clutched his head and pouted.
Stupid boys like him truly are the bane of your existence. And if he wasn't your friend, you would've kicked him out of your house.
⋮ ⌗ ┆𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗
"𝑰 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑴𝒀𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼"
Cater Diamond is the only extroverted man you've ever loved.
He was sparkly, outgoing, and he draws attention to everywhere he goes. He's the life of the party, while also being the helpful senior that he is, he's everything that you wanted to be— as an introverted, shy and quiet person that hides behind him whenever he talks to other people, you don't get why he's friends with you, why he even bothers to put up with you.
You just sighed and slumped on his bed while sneaking glances on him while he did his usual influencer things.
He looked so beautiful.
The way the lighting encapsulates his beauty more, the way his brightness literally shined throughout his room, and the way he's just unapologetically happy.
You frowned.
However, you knew this was all just a fake facade he puts up for others. You knew the true him, the true unfiltered Cater.
Not Cay-cay.
He ended his Livestream with a smile, and just sits there quietly as his smile slowly dropped and as his shoulders slowly slumped. Then he sighed and took his phone then plugged it to it's charger, his whole body sagging from burn out.
Your frown deepened.
"Cater?"
That seemed to snap him out of his trance and jumped a bit from your voice, he chuckled awkwardly and scratched his neck "oh! You're still here teacup?" He said with that same strained smile, that forced one that you didn't like.
You shook your head and opened your arms for him.
He tilted his head in confusion "I- do you need a hug teacup?" He asked. You shook your head. "No" you then pointed your finger at him "but you seem like you do" you smiled softly and urged him "so would you like one?"
He seemed surprised at that. Cater never got offered a hug before, in fact, he never had anyone offer him any type of comfort until you. His quiet and dependable friend that he kind of has a crush on— don't blame him! You're just so comforting and considerate that he can't help but melt; you were the only one to see his facade and all his layers and decided to stay, even with all his flaws. So don't blame him for acting so selfish with you.
His previous strained smile replaced his face with an awkward true smile.
He shook his head in exasperation but indulged and went up to his bed to be embraced by you— oh dear, this was much more relaxing than he first thought.
He relaxed and buries his head on your chest as you two fell silent while you ran your fingers through his hair.
He was getting more drowsy the more he stayed in your arms, the comfort of your embrace, the warmth of your arms, and the atmosphere? Yeah, he was bound to fall asleep in this. But before that, his mouth had to say something really stupid.
"I never really considered this back then..." His voice muffled by your clothes as he mumbled in your shirt, although you still heard him, thankfully.
"But 𝑰 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑴𝒀𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼..."
An eerie silence echoed in his room that a pin dropping could probably be heard all throughout the room.
He doesn't actually think that right?
"C-cater?- do you actually-"
A snore could be heard from him.
Your hands stopped threading through his hair and froze, until you sighed and continued with a slight frown on your face.
Why do important things always happen on the most worst moments?
⋮ ⌗ ┆𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗬 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥
"𝑰 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑬 𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼"
Trey Clover is the most dependable person that you could trust.
You would know as his friend. He's the type of friend that prepares you tea when you had a bad day, he's the type of friend that holds your hand when you need someone to hold you through your darkest days, he's the type of friend you can trust with your life.
However, like how you can trust him with your life, he trusts you with yours.
He trusts you because you're brave, you jump into trouble for the sake of your friends, he trusts you because— even though you're not as calm and responsible as him, you're shameless and risks everything for the peace of your loved ones. Everything he wants to be.
You groaned and slumped in your chair as you stared at Trey reading his book— like a grandpa, but you wouldn't admit that to his face.
You shuffled your ass to be seated next to him and snuggled your cheek on his shoulder, then you sighed again. He raised his eyebrow and glanced at you "what's wrong now?" He asked while turning a page.
You nibbled your lip and looked up at him "promise not to get mad?" Trey looked in your eyes and said, through his eyes, 'I have been managing you through all your chaotic days, I don't think this will top that' you pouted, he smiled cheekily "I have heard worse from you"
"But alright, if that makes you confess your sins"
You twiddled with your thumbs. "I may or may not have people threatening me because of a prank I did to their friend group leader" you mumbled.
He froze.
"I know this is like really bad... And I need to fix this before I get jumped" you continued once more.
You squeezed his forearm, "I don't want you to fix it or anything considering how busy you are with your dorm— and I don't want to be a burden" he sighed and gently flicked your forehead.
He adjusted his body to hold your face in his hands, "you're not a burden, you're my friend, so I'll try to fix it for you okay?-"
You shook your head. "No! No, I don't want you to be pressured Trey" your eyebrows furrowed and held his wrists with your hands. "I already have a plan" you smiled reassuringly, "no need to fix my own problems for me"
He seemed to be deep in thought for a moment, before he sighed and pulled his hands away. "Alright then." He then continued reading his book, "y'know where I'll be right?"
You giggled "I know, in the Heartslabyul kitchen of course"
You knew Trey, he wouldn't get physical, he wouldn't be aggressive to people. He's calm and collected, he doesn't punch people— despite looking like it, he's too nice and he hated confrontations... So why did he show up to your door smiling with bruises and cuts?
You gasped and ushered him into your living room— and while you didn't want to ask, you knew why he showed up to your doorstep like he faught.
You shook your head like a disappointed mother as you cleaned up his wounds as he stayed quiet. You scolded him of course— this was the type of thing you did, not what he did, this was completely uncalled for!
"Why did you fight for me Trey?? You know that I could've easily beaten them!"
"This is the most unexpected thing you-
"Y'know that I love you too much for this to be uncalled for" he smiled gently at you as you froze in your tracks.
"I would do anything for you." Then he intertwined his hands with yours
"𝑰 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑬 𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼"
Your face burned as you stared at him with an agape mouth. He chuckled and brushed his thumb over your knuckles.
Holy shit, you didn't know that he could be romantic???
⋮ ⌗ ┆𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦
"𝑰 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼"
Riddle Rosehearts is your strictest tutor that pulled you through the hardest exams
Not only was he your friend, your crush, and your tutor, he was also, too impatient for you— not like the typical impatient people that you encounter, no, he's the type of impatient that wants results now to ensure that you're adhering to his expectations, he's the type of impatient that can't quite wait for you to think because he wants you to know now. And although he's changed throughout, he still has moments.
Like right now.
Since you're not exactly as smart as him, nor are you as fast to respond like him. He's forced to wait for your answers.
He massaged his temples as he stared at you getting stuck on a question again for the fifth time. He was getting fed up to be honest with himself.
He called your name and pointed at the question, "read it again okay? Slowly— and try to understand it on a deeper level" you tilted your head, but nonetheless you obliged and read the question under your breath.
That went on for three more minutes too long for his impatience.
However he endured it. For you.
You hugged him as you approached the exit to his room— you two finally concluding this day's tutor session.
You chuckled at his tired expression as you held him.
"I know how difficult I can be sometimes" you tucked your hair behind your ear, then you smiled at him "but I'm glad you put up with my shenanigans all the time"
"You're a great friend Rids"
He seemed to be struck by that as his expression changed slowly to a flustered expression. He sighed as his ears burned red from your words.
"don't worry about it..."
"𝑰 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼, always"
Now it was your turn to be flustered, you giggled and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you Riddle"
When you finally went home. He stared at his doorway like a lovestruck man as he replayed what happened again, and again, until he groaned loudly then melted on the floor.
Oh sevens. He loved you. And this was when he realized
𝗔/𝗻: "Mika why are you making another fanfic project when you still have-" WE MUST NOT QUESTION A WRITERS DECISIONS 🗣️🗣️ I know that I already have the unrequited! Reader oneshots and also the Steven universe! Yuu headcanons to think about. HOWEVER ‼️ this shit is short n sweet so why not?
Broke: The only way for Jamil to be happy is leaving Kalim’s side.
Woke: 7.5 has shown us Jamil is perfectly fine staying by Kalim’s side as his retainer.
Bespoke: 7.5 has shown us Jamil literally just wants to have his thoughts/wants recognized and not disregarded by what Kalim wants or thinks Jamil wants, he is 100% completely chill sticking around with Kalim so long as Kalim remembers this.
If you take Jamil goading Kalim into acting more master-like and coldly instead of what he does usually as a way for Jamil to find an excuse to let Kalim go and have an actual reason to hate him specifically and not the system, it's super duper moe
"On again, off again,"
"Love you like oxygen."
"You don’t know what I’d do for you."
-Habits, Genevieve Stokes-
This was my submission for the 🐍🕌 twst zine My Sun and My Moon~
My first ever zine entry!
I really wanted to push myself and draw a full illustration with backgrounds for this since usually I just draw normal portraits. The zine released last year but I'm still super duper proud of myself for doing it \>w</
