⤷ In which you love all sides of Deuce
꒰ Background info: Some of the most precious memories of your childhood were of Deuce Spade. He was a kind and protective person. You were over the moon that Dylla (Deuce’s mom) was best friends with your mom. After all thats what brought you to Deuce. Things for the both of you were picture perfect, well until middle school hit. Deuce started to hang out with the wrong crowd and picked up fighting. And of course some of the people around tried to pick fights with you as well. That’s when Deuce started avoiding you at all costs. Was that his way of protecting you? ꒱
Tags: reader is a childhood friend, middle school Deuce mentioned, deuce x reader, Can be seen as romantic or platonic, might be ooc, slightly angsty (?) but fluffy
Dylla was planning something. You knew it. You could tell from her sly grin as she frosted the donuts. “The others got the stall ready so now we just have to get there and bring these donuts,” She explained. “Mind putting them in the back of the truck for me?”
You nod, grabbing a stack of donut boxes. Dylla kept humming to herself and boxing the donuts away. “Hey, Mrs Dylla, what has you so cheerful today?”
“Someone is coming to visit today for the white rabbit fest! You’re coming with me,” She beamed.
She just happily nods and looks back at her work proudly. “Well that’s the last batch! Let’s get going. We need to see if our visitor is at the fest yet.”
When you finally arrive at your stall, Dylla arranges the donuts in a beautiful display. Well all except for one box. “Could you carry this box? It’s for our visitor.”
“Sure thing,” you replied.
Next thing you know, Dylla is scanning the area and her face lights up as soon as she spots who she’s looking for. She gently grabbed your hand and took you with her. From afar you couldn’t really tell who she was so happy to find. But as soon as you laid eyes on him you flinched.
It was Deuce Spade. Your best friend from childhood. The guy you thought you would never speak to again. But now there he was. Something about him was different. He no longer had bleached hair and went back to the natural color you had always loved. But as soon as everything was processed you panicked.
He’s right here- and I’m right here! What if he gets upset that I’m here? I need to leave before he notices me. Those were the thoughts roaming in your head. And then in your panicked state you dropped the box of donuts. They splattered all over the floor catching Deuce's attention.
“Deuce…” you mumbled, not daring to look up.
“Based on both of your heart rates I can conclude that you’re both nervous to see each other." A bright blue haired boy spoke out. “I wonder why that could be.”
Deuce flinched and began to stammer incomprehensible words and you remained staring at the splattered donuts. “Guys this is Y/N and that’s my mom.”
Dylla waved, introducing herself. You slowly looked up and waved as well, still not saying a word. Dylla glanced at you, grinning as if this was the best thing that could ever happen to her. She then went on teasing Deuce and hearing the intro of his friends from school.
They all seemed quite nice. They were nothing like the crowd that he talked to in middle school. This warmed your heart. He was with people that wouldn’t cause him trouble. You silently thanked Silver, Epel, Yuu, and Grim for entering his life. They could be there for him how you couldn’t be. Deuce had made that clear when he pushed you out of his life.
You seemed to drown in your thoughts again without noticing until Dylla put a hand on your shoulder. “We’re leaving to get the boys changed up into costumes.”
Huh? Had you really missed that much of the conversation?
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“Y/N, could you join Ortho and Deuce in going to the blastcycle shop?”
You looked at Deuce then back to Dylla. The thought of him not wanting you there still consumed you. You guessed Dylla could see right through that as she gave you a reassuring smile. You take a deep breath. “Sure thing.”
When arriving at the shop Deuce knocked on the door. The door started to open but was immediately flung shut. “Go away Deuce! You’ll only cause trouble,” The shopkeeper shouted from within the store.
Deuce grimaced, looking down at the floor. Maybe then he could see your heart that had fallen with the shopkeeper's words. Maybe then he could see how much you still truly cared.
“Shopkeeper it’s me, Y/N! I promise Deuce isn’t here to cause any problems. We’re here to help out a friend who needs a few things,” You explained.
The door slowly opened. “You better be telling the truth Y/N!”
You smiled brightly, “Thank you so much sir!”
Ortho and Deuce looked around the shop while you sat in a chair waiting. “Oh I forgot to tell you but the last few parts for the blastcycle you're making came last night,” the shopkeeper noted.
Deuce’s face seemed to light up and all the nerves he carried momentarily vanished. “You’re building a blastcycle!?”
You jumped a little bit hearing him speak. You truly couldn’t believe that he was talking to you. “Mhm, want to see?”
Deuce eagerly nodded, following your lead. As soon as he caught sight of the blastcycle his eyes sparkled in awe. “It’s looking so cool! How long has this taken you?”
You smiled, explaining every little detail of that process. He looked at you and his heart felt warm but something within him ached. This moment felt just like the ones you used to share before things went south. He loved seeing you this happy and that’s why he pushed you away. To protect that smile from ever being stained with sadness. But ever since he got his acceptance to Night Raven college he knew he had to fix his act. For his mom, for himself, and for you. So that he could be the kind of friend he wanted for you. And today he was going to show that to you, no matter how nervous he felt.
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“Don’t be shy, come on out!” Dylla ushered.
Deuce slowly walked into view. He seemed so nervous and shy to be seen in his costume but everyone was so happy to see him. All his friends showered him with compliments and Dylla was happy to see her little boy in costume once more.
You giggled softly, “Just like when we were little kids.”
Deuce gaped, pink tint appearing on his face. He quickly looked away in hopes you wouldn’t notice how your words affected him.
Dylla grinned at his reaction but quickly cleared her throat. “Okay, you guys go out and have fun. I’ll round you guys up for rush hour!”
“Mrs. Dylla but I promised to help you out at the stall.” You protested.
“You’ve already helped out more than enough. Don’t worry you’ll be helping during the rush. Plus, Deuce needs you.”
Your face flushed a bright red, “O-okay!”
For the next hour you felt something shift. Deuce paid for your food, tried to win you a bunch of prizes, and never once left your side, making small comments here and there. It was so odd to see the boy who once detached himself from you be this close again.
Sure he talked to you back at the shop but you figured that’s because he loves blast cycles so much. But why is he doing all of this now?
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After the fest and all the events were over, here you were with Deuce at the beach alone. You both sat on the sand. Deuce appeared so nervous as he touched the sand. You began to let yourself sink into the silence when suddenly he spoke out.
You gaped, “For what? I don’t understand…”
“In middle school I- I kept you at arms length. I was cruel for avoiding you and leaving you without a single word! I was the worst possible kind of person. I got into fights all the time, I disappointed my mom, I skipped school, and I hurt you. I saw that you were slowly getting involved in my fights so I thought it was better to let you go… I thought it would keep you safe.” Deuce closed his eyes tightly.
You let out a breath, gently holding his hand. “Deuce you don’t have to apologize. I was never mad at you or hurt by you. I also know for a fact your mom isn’t disappointed either.”
Deuce slowly opened his eyes. “You should be mad at me.”
“I’m not. Deuce you protected me from those fights. Who you were in middle school, I could tell it was because you were having a hard time. Either way the past doesn’t matter! You’re trying to better yourself,” You protested, hoping he could understand. “No matter what kind of Deuce you are, I wanted to be a part of it.”
Deuce teared up and hugged you as if you would fade if he didn’t hold you. You accepted him completely. Challenges and all.
A/N: Guys, Deuce is one of my favorite characters like you don't understand how much he means to me. This idea popped into my head the moment I saw him telling yuu about his past. I thought it would be so nice to see him have someone at home that loved him just as he is (Obvs his mom does but a friend). and finally I got the writing juices flowing to bring that thought to life. My execution of said idea might not be the best but I tried my best lol
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