#♠️. Request Denied

[headmate-gambling]

This blog specializes in alter packs, pk templates, the occasional sp temp, and banners / pfps! This blog will have a heavy focus on alter packs, though!

My leveling system will consist of:

"Placing bets on red." - A basic alter pack, consisting of the normal section of the template.

"Placing bets on black." - A banner or profile picture of your choice, decorated by me!

"Half on red, half on black." - A medium length alter pack, including a pfp.

"All in on red!" - A maximum length alter pack! Will include some extra things depending on my inspiration / creativity for the request.

"All in on black!" - A medium length alter pack, with both a banner and a pfp!

"Deal me in." - A sp or pk template, long templates may take a while. Please keep this in mind when asking for length.

"Dealers choice!" - Creator's choice of an alter pack, will include a banner and pfp by default.

（⭒ ˘ ˘） the crimson dealer has dealt your hand. Let's see..

🩸 ᛝ Names ┈

♠️ ᛝ Pronouns ┈

🩸 ᛝ Genders ┈

♣️ ᛝ Source ┈

🩸 ᛝ Age ┈

♦️ ᛝ Cis IDs ┈

🩸 ᛝ Trans IDs ┈

♥️ ᛝ Para(s) ┈

（⭒ ˘ ˘） Half red and half black? Interesting choice..

🩸 ᛝ Roles ┈

♠️ ᛝ Likes ┈

🩸 ᛝ Dislikes ┈

（⭒ ˘ ˘） Ah, all in on red? Very well then..

♣️ ᛝ Personality ┈

🩸 ᛝ Possible Triggers ┈

♦️ ᛝ Interaction ┈

🩸 ᛝ Description ┈

If you couldn't already tell, I am a c! Quackity (dsmp) & Vincent (Dead plate) mixtive. Though, I stem mainly from a personal au rather than anything else. Perhaps one day I'll make a personal blog, perhaps not. I prefer to be called The Crimson Dealer or The Gambling Vampiress. I use all pronouns, including vamp/vamps, rot/rots, and shi/him.

Ahem. I refuse to do anything N@zi related. That's about it. All sources are welcome, though I am most knowledgeable about Hannibal, DSMP, Some Lifesteal, a good chunk of horror games, Last Life, Double Life, and Secret life. I will do research on any sources I am unfamiliar with.

[leggerefiore]

NSFW joke:

November is over. The second the clock ticks over to December 1st, Emmet and Grimsley are going absolutely feral (and possibly Lear, depending on if he lasted the whole month). Cancel any plans you might’ve made, because your man’s not letting you go anywhere for the rest of the day.

cw: 18+ content, nothing explicit though, horny men lol

characters: Emmet, Grimsley, Lear

▽Emmet△

○ He had been taking night shifts to prepare. Ingo had looked at him strangely after he had requested the shift but had made no moves to not approve it. A battle was a battle, and if it was not serious, it was not fun. Emmet had truly believed those words as his mantra for life. He loved challenging battles that made him think, and he loved winning. You, however, made him question that. An entire month without sex or masturbation. Emmet felt as if it was too cruel, but your insistence to at least try – as a challenge – had made him agree. He hated this challenge. Yet, he was not one to lose. The younger twin threw himself fully into work instead. Poor challengers were facing the Subway Boss at his most frustrated. Small victories and all that. Yet, he clocked out and stared at the date. December 1st. He tilted his head as a thought crossed his mind. Sure, it was two in morning, but…

○ Emmet found you waiting up for him, making his grin grow wider. Your gazes met as he slipped off his coat and cap. He knew that look in your eyes. Anticipation. A chuckle left him as he marched right over to you, leaning down to your sitting level on the couch. “Darling,” he cooed playfully, “I have something for you, something verrrry good.” You could only swallow as he began to undo his tie. Somehow, you ended up with the blue fabric around your wrists as he held your hips down his lap and bucked up against you. His smile was something mischievous as a moan escaped your throat. A giggle left him as you wriggled in his hold.

It was going to be a long night – He was far too pent-up to go to bend any time soon. At least, you would say that the Subway Boss truly knew your body as well the tunnels of the Unovan transit system.

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ The gambler had a cigarette in his mouth as he sat on the veranda. An entire month to win a bet was not unheard of from him. He felt his eyes narrow as he checked his phone again, five until twelve. November 30th had never felt so long in his entire life. He placed the cigarette out in his ashtray and leaned forward to gaze out on the lights of the city. Not giving into temptation was not exactly his style. Indulgence was simply a part of this life. Why would he deny himself such things? A shaky breath left him. An entire month – Without any true sexual release. Grimsley felt as if he had gone mad nearly halfway through and attempted to make you drop out with him. Your refusal left him in shock and heartbroken. Well, “heartbroken.”

♡ His eyes went back to his phone. Midnight. An almost manic laugh left him. Right. Walking back inside, he found you sitting and watching something on television. You looked at him, seemingly aware. His suit coat was long gone, leaving him in just his shirt and slacks. That white shirt half undone to just reveal some of the pale skin underneath. You did not even flinch when he was on you in an instant. Cool hands found their way under your shirt, trailing over the softer skin. A soft groan left you, making him sigh as his hips pressed against your own. Those piercing eyes went right through you. “Well, I'd say I won our wager, no?” his voice was teasing, “You agreed that we would do whatever I wanted with no questions asked if I made it.” You shivered. What could he possibly want? His grin felt like nothing but teeth, like a Sharpedo staring down its prey.

The answer was cat ears and some lacy lingerie. That night was spent with the gambler showing that his stamina was surprisingly high – At least, as high as his libido.

👑Lear💎

🪙 The prince was losing his mind. This challenge was ridiculous. He simply had half a mind to give in and tend to his own needs, but when he remembered your mocking words about his inability to overcome this, he forced himself to stop. He was a crown prince – Of course, he had complete self-control. You would eat those words and bow to him. His frustration really was at an all-time high as he stomped around his various duties. Sawyer and Rachel had noted his foul mood, but there was little to be done. It was the final day of this stupid challenge, and he would be dammed if he were to give up now. Though, unfortunately, he was not above acting huffy. His eyes glared at the clock as the hands slowly ticked forward. Just one more minute. He clenched onto his arm. Time felt impossibly slow. When the clock finally sounded the hour chime, he simply took to his feet and stomped away to where he knew you were.

🪙 Lear spied you sitting on a couch within his quarters, simply reading some book. Frustration burned in his chest. The challenge was over – he had won. Yet, you seemed apathetic to the change. His coat had long come off, leaving him in his vest and shirt. The prince grasped the book and forced your attention on him. “... I hereby decree you join me in bed at once,” he almost growled out. You had to force back laughter at how frustrated he visually was. When you made no clear signs to move, he huffed. “My word is law here! You have to do what I say—” You silenced him with a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. His upset apparently melted away in an instant. Hands ground your hips, groping at the flesh as his hips pressed against your own. He let out a soft groan into your mouth.

The night was long and filled with all sorts of lovely sounds from the prince. Despite his clear determination of wanting to be dominant, there were quite a few times you had him pinned against the sheets. Needless to say, he was in a much better mood the following day.

[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

♠️ Lustful Glances ♠️

A/N: So, ehm. Actually, this was a request from an anonymous sender, but since Tumblr spun yesterday and the question is no longer there, I have to write it as a normal text now, for better or worse. 😞

I hope the sender reads it anyway and likes the little story! ✨

Characters: Chishiya

POV: fem!reader ; Smut!

Warnings: NSFW, please don't read if you don't feel comfortable with sexual content and when you are under 18 years old!

I've known Chishiya long enough to know what he's like. Unlike most people I've met at the Beach, Chishiya is not only a rather quiet and introverted person, but he's also a person who doesn't think twice about drugs, sex and alcohol. He lives his life in a sober state and doesn't have any great lust potential that makes him want to sleep with someone on a daily, weekly or monthly basis. He can be proud of that.

However ... these are sides of his personality that most people are aware of. To be precise, it is no secret. Well, but because of the relationship we have with each other, I have knowledge about him that people around me would define as ... unbelievable.

It's days like these when Chishiya can show a different side of herself. Where he is no longer just the quiet and well-behaved little guy he usually presents himself as. It's hard to believe - but it's true: there are days or moments when even he throws all rationality overboard. Especially at times when his testosterone level tries to play a few tricks on him.

What do I mean by that? I'll tell you.

Imagine the initial situation as follows: I'm just sitting in my room reading one of the books I've discovered in the hotel library. A little more permissive, considering that the temperature is sometimes unbearable. If I had to define "permissive", I'm sitting on the floor in a pair of shorts and a bandeau, leaning against my bed while eating some snacks that Chishiya brought me after a game he finished yesterday.

The man in question came into the room. We spent time talking to each other, as we do very often. We exchanged new experiences or insights in Borderland- the usual. And although nothing happened between us, at some point I noticed Chishiyas eyes on me.

Later, we're laying in bed together. Next to each other. I keep reading my book and pretend not to notice how he keeps his eyes on me while he tries to just rest and relax a little. But when I see him start to look at me for the third time, I can't just leave it at a hidden smirk. And so I close the book and turn my attention to my comrade, who seems to be a little preoccupied at the moment.

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what again?" It is difficult to say whether he meant this question seriously or not.

His words sounded ironic, but his face shows that he knows exactly what I'm talking about.

"Looking at me ... with those eyes." I smirked at him, sliding down a little and turning on my side to be at eye level with him. "Those eyes I see way too rare, if you'd ask me, Chishiya."

"It was just a gaze", he says, but all I could do was shake my head "no", before sitting up a little again, just to look down on him.

"Stop kidding me", I whisper, "I know how you look at me when you are kind of aroused." It's clear to me. "We know very well that I know that best ..." He gulps.

And with his inability to speak I know I was right with what I'm saying. So I took the chance to lean over him, so that our faces are dangerously close to each others. Yes, I can feel his heavier getting breath against my lips, which makes me smile just a little. Especially when I look into his brown, beautiful eyes, giving me the opportunity to tease him.

"So lustful, babe ..."

"Y/N ..."

"No." I know he wants to deny it. "I saw them. Many times. During conversations. While you were talking to others. In our most intimate moments we share together." We aren't a couple so far- yet we slept so many times with one another. ”The sparkle in your eyes is the same they spread when I kissed your lips so intensely. I saw it when you tried your best to make me as horny as you and the sparkle was there, when you fucked me until my biggest satisfaction ..." While I'm talking, I take the liberty of running a hand over the bulge that has already formed in his pants.

A quiet "Hm~" escapes his lips, his eyes do close in contenment.

”Try to convince me otherwise, love ..."

”No." That's all what he says- for now. ”Please ..."

"Please?"

"Don't ... take your hand away ..." What was that?

Chishiya Shuntaro begs me not to take my hand off his dick? Pathetic. But ... not in a bad way. It ... is arousing ... and I like the fact that it seems to be me who has him - in the truest sense of the word - in my hand today.

"Chishiya ..." Starting to place soft kisses on his neck, I can't help but have to grin which gets wider and wider with every moan he tries to hide from me. „You want me that bad today, huh ...?" Now I peck him a kiss onto the corner of his lips, moving my hand, which rested on his even harder getting cock, making him hissing in pain and desire. "Then you have to tell me ..." Whispering these words in his ear, I'm pretty sure it's giving him goosebumps. ”Tell me how much you want my hand around your cock ... Tell me how much you need me right now and tell me what you want me to do to relief you from suffering ..." Looking him into his eyes while saying all those things, is fun to me.

I love how he just gulps and stares at me completely helpless, not being able to say what I want him to say. And because he isn't saying what I want to hear from him, I grin cheekily, giving him a kind of sadistic "Such a pity ..." and hint at letting go of his aroused member. Nothing he allows. Rather, he's overcome by a "Don't...!" as he grabs my wrist jerkily to stop me from letting go of him. Chishiya even goes so far as to simply guide my hand under his pants so that I have even better access to him. That wasn't what I wanted to achieve, but at least I have him where I want him- he's horny. And wants nothing more than to cum through me.

"Want me to satisfy you, Chichiya ... ?"

"Nobody could better than you, Y/N ...", he says, his words making me kind of happy. "Guess you're not in the mood, b-but I need you ... I ... I need you to make me cum ..." His hips are moving as if he were somehow trying to make himself more comfortable than with a still hand, which only increases the pressure he feels. "I'll do what you want. If you want me to cum all over your face, I will. If you want to swallow my sperm, you can. I'll make a mess out of you but please ... please fuck me with your hands as well as you always do ..."

"Just with my hands?"

"I'd like your cunt more, but- damn!" Guess he wasn't expecting that I gonna start the show.

His head abruptly rests on the back of his neck, just as he had to abruptly interrupt his sentence. Only because I started moving my hand up and down to do him a favor. Still:

”But ...?" I look him into his half closed eyes. "Talk to me Chishiya ..."

"Ngh~ ... but ... fuck ... it's so good ... Y/N ... you make me feel ... so good ..."

"I know ..." I say, "but that's not what you wanted to say."

"I-I ... but ... your hands would be enough for me ..." Chuckles. "A blowjob would be nice, too ..."

"You love it when I suck you out, huh? You enjoy it when you see how my hand getting covered by your sperm and you really do like it, when you see me swallow your whole juice with just one gulp, don't you?" He nods.

"Imagine these situations makes me crazy, Y/N ..." He smiles to me, stretching up a little to indicate that he wants to enjoy a kiss, which of course I give him.

Intensive. Lustful. But above all very passionate. I meaned what I said: we are not a couple yet. But sometimes, making out with him - having sex with him - makes me feel like we are. Our kisses are something magical to me. How he adapts to my rhythm. How he grabs my lower lip with his teeth and starts to gnaw on it playfully. And his tongue ... He can work well with it. He do know so well how he has to use it, no matter what.

And so do I know how skilled I am with just my hands. Stroking him up and down, faster and slower, harder and softer- it mades him moan so amazing, it's music to my ears.

"C-Coming ...", he says and breaks away from the lovely kiss we shared.

A loud groan comes over him while I bumped his shaft, sucking and biting his sensitive skin on his neck, to place some hickeys here and there, after which it only takes a few more movements to ensure that my working hand is flooded with warm secretions. Not gonna lie, felling this makes me kind of proud- it's just:

"We have just started, love." His eyes are half-closed as I say these words. "Pull down your pants, darling, I've got something nice planned for you ..." He can try to hide his satisfied grin, while I was licking my hand clean, but he won't be able to.

And although he is still a little out of breath, as is the case when you have just reached your climax, he obeys. Making myself prepared for what is coming now, I lean over him once again, to kiss his lips passionately. To place kisses everywhere where I'm able to. The corner of his mouth, his cheeks, his ears, neck, shoulder, chest, abdomen ... until I finally reached the point I made my goal. Glancing up to him as innocent as I am lol, you are not I kiss along his lower abdomen, placing some hickeys there, too, further along his cock, at the height of his groin. I can feel how he's moving his pelvis, trying to lead me in the correct direction, but that's not working on me.

"Patience, love ...", I whisper up to him, noticing his left hand on the back of my head, burying his fingers into my mane. "It's interesting to see how easy it is to get you hard again ..."

"Don't say such things ..."

"Why not?", I ask, grinning in a little mean way. "Feeling ashamed because of that? Since when? I thought you like to talk about facts ..." His grip on my hair tightens. "So assertive, Chishiya ..."

"Y/N, please ... you ... torture me enough ... please ... seeing you laying in front of my like that with your head almost between my legs, it makes me going insane ..."

"It really does." To tease him a little more, I finally licked over his blood filled cock with just the tip of my tongue, making him hiss another time. "You really want me to suck your dick out, huh? Would that make you happy, Chishiya ...?" He gulps, trying to find his voice back.

"I-It would ..."

"Sure it would", I said calmly, smiling up to him. "You better enjoy this then, honey ... and don't you dare moving your hips yourself or my head, making me suck you as deep as you want- you know what that means, otherwise, so be a good guy~." With that I start taking his dick as deep with my mouth as I could.

He gives me a loud "F-Fuck ...!" but I don't care about it. I concentrate on the essentials. On his satisfaction. However, I can't deny that I'm not getting horny myself from what we're doing here, which is why I occasionally let out a little moan myself. Good for him, I guess. The vibrations that arise for him must bring a certain something with them. At least, he seems to enjoy it.

This is made clear to me by his increasingly loud tones, which leave his lips uncontrollably. Every time I let his cock enter my mouth - where I lick my tongue over his tip, which is covered by his precum - his pleasant voice comes into play.

"Y/N, I-I'm ..." In my head I already say the sentence: do it.

Come inside me. But I can't bring myself to say it. Admittedly, I don't even want to. I don't want to make him wait any longer and deny him his orgasm, so I just keep sucking and bumping my head up and down, until he finally starts shaking a little and starts calling my name, pressing my head a little down by reflex, to inject his seeds as deep as possible into my throat.

And I swallow it. I swallow every drop he is losing or even pressing out of his shaft, until his dick feels finally empty again. I lick and suck him completely clean- and with a satisfied grin, I let go of him with the aim of lying down next to him again while he tries to catch his breath, watching him.

"And?", I ask, "you feeling better now?"

"Stupid question", he says, but laughs while shaking his head and puts his pants back on, before immediately and unexpected rolling a little over me. „Anyways ..." He looks me deep into my eyes, putting his hand onto my naked belly, which now makes me gulp and him smiling a little evil. "Now it's my turn to give you what you deserve ..."

[hellaverse-kinblog]

Official Hellaverse kin blog!

Seeing as so many blogs hate Hazbin/Helluva and refuse to do them as sources, here we are! Your rescuers! No need to thank us, we know we're great.

Asks are: open!

Sinners in the inbox: 3!

Queued: 0!

Information on what we will/won't do, DNI, guide to requesting, and info about the mods under the cut!

About the mods:

We are all technically one person! We're one guy who kinshifts a lot, but since we're all so distinct, we're gonna refer to us all as different mods! Plus, it's fun.

Mod Angie 💉 - He/It/♡, I like pink and gore ♡♡♡

Mod Bastion 🪡 - He/Him, I like, um, Alastor, I guess? And dolls.

Mod Husk ♠️ - He/Him, I like cards.

Mod Rosie 🥩 - She/It, I like people!

Mod Val ❤️‍🔥 - He/It, I like fashion and showing off. ❤️

Mod Vel 👠 - She/It, I like fashion too, and I really like being the PR girl.

Mod Vox 📺 - He/It, also the owner of @voxtagram--8k, I like myself.

Mod Adam 🦴 - He/him. I like girls and music.

Mod Lucifer 🐍 - He/him! I like ducks, I guess. And my daughter.

Guide to requesting: Right here!

DNI: Literally no one. As a singlet, we have no stance on endos, we don't give a shit about mspec gays/lesbians (and why do you? Let people live.), and we don't mind getting hate. If we have a funny enough response, we might even post it!

What we'll do:

Icons, replycons, edits (like of the official refs of the characters), wallpapers, moodboards, stimboards, fashion kits, care kits, kinfessions, canon calls

What we won't do:

Tarot readings/pendulums, playlists

Other things we won't do:

Explicit abuse, explicit NSFW (suggestive is fine, we just don't wanna do that), heavy gore (some is fine, like if you want guts/meat in your mood/stimboard), SH (for mood/stimboards) (obviously none of this applies to kinfessions, kinfess whatever you want and we'll delete as we see fit)

Whitelist:

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Anything Hellaverse related

Blacklist:

Literally anything else

Tag list:

welcome to hell! 🔥 - Ask answered

speak of the devil! 🔱 - Mod posts

someone needed some help! 👑 - Request accepted

do i go to double hell? 💔 - Request denied

go to hell! already there darling! 💌 - Hatemail

luci's listening... 🍎 - Kinfession

it's a happy day in hell! 🐍 - Canon call

(^ These two get their own special tags)

spawn of satan 👁 - Completed request

straight from the pride ring ❗️ - Request skipped the queue

through the gates of hell ⭕️ - Queued request

Main disclaimer: We're a human being. We won't be available all the time. We're gonna try our damnedest, though.

[night-of-thyme]

Can I make a request for a Lil drabble about reader's f/o hardcore stalking them 👉👈 maybe reader is totally into it...

AHHH YES!!!! I LOVE STALKER STUFF

also this is gonna be a ton of scattered ideas but ill try making it coherent

cw: mention of dead animals (no detail), stalking (obviously), gore? yeah.

♠️♠️♠️

your f/o seems to be everywhere you are, as if they know exactly where youre going. you didnt think much of it at first but now that a few weeks have gone by, youre a bit nervous seeing them from nowhere. its becoming clear that theyre probably stalking you but for some reason you arent completely disgusted or freaked out. you kinda wanna see how far they go.

they leave dead animals on your doorstep, notes on your door and windows, and have set up cameras that you definitely noticed but havent pointed out. you just wanna see how far it goes, its not like theyll go that far, right?

theyve gotten into your home multiple times, they take photos of you when you sleep. your peaceful state driving them to do whatever they want. they dont even worry about waking you, they know youre not going to do anything. they have you wrapped around their finger and you know it, you just deny it.

the breaking and entering becomes almost a nightly thing at this point, you notice a few love letters they left out and read them just like every morning. its the same old thing, how theyd kill for you, theyd gut themselves to be yours, theyd rip your eyes out and keep them in a jar full of your beautiful tears, etc. you think its lovely so you keep the notes in a box for later.

maybe youre just as crazy for them as they are for you, they have their eye on you and know everything about you so theyd totally know if the feeling was mutual. you suppose the reason they havent said anything yet is because they enjoy this little game they have with you. they love writing you notes, watching you on the cameras, and leaving you insane gifts on your steps. maybe theyll wrap it up when they run out of the light rosey pink paper and red ink they love writing to you with so much. maybe theyll just invest in more. or maybe youll turn the tables and stalk them too.

youre perfect for each other.

[fangirls-fanfiction]

Chapter two is here!

Sorry it’s so much longer than the first one 😅

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♦️𝙸𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎?♠️

🎰 🎰 🎰

Cuphead and Mugma'am silently stood in the elevator. Standing closer to each other than their accompaniment. They still shook in pure dread, what came next unknown to them. They were promised a room, but who knows if that promise would be kept.

Mugma'am managed to move enough for her eyes to glance up at the other... Person in the elevator. Though she was less of a person and more of a demon who had been relentlessly trying to steal Cuphead's soul for the past few years.

The Devil's gaze met Mugma'am's, the girl quickly looking away. Still, there wasn't a peep between any of them. The only sound being the clanking of the gears as the elevator went down a level or two.

The air around them began to get unpleasantly warm, and the distinct smell of brimstone filled the small space. Horrified screams could barely be heard just a couple levels below. The elevator stopped with a loud 'Clunk!' and the door creaked opened slowly.

"Come on, this is our stop." The Devil finally spoke, exiting the elevator.

The girls quickly and quietly followed in suit. Looking around, they were definitely in Hell. Though not very far down, only a level or two. For the elevator dropped them off in the Devil's throne room. It may have been redecorated since they had been there last, but it still wasn't exactly a very enjoyable place to encounter again.

"I'm going to go check if your room is ready. Stay here. I'll be right back. And don't touch anything!" The Devil barely turned to face them before she strutted off down another corridor.

Normally, Cuphead would've gladly pushed Devil's buttons and touched something in the room even though she specifically told them not to. But she decided that the Devil was already in a bad mood, she didn't want to risk being sent back on the streets if she poked too much fun at the Devil.

"Out of all the crazy ideas you've had, this one is probably the worst." Mugma'am finally spoke, her voice coming out as barely a peep.

"What choice do we have? No one else would take us in!" Cuphead kept her voice hushed.

"I'd rather be in the orphanage than this place..."

"Look, we've just gotta wait till we turn 18. That's just a few months. Then we can leave. Ok?"

"But what if this is a trick? What if the Devil is just after your soul again?"

"We stopped her before, we'll do it again."

Mugma'am nodded, but her the look on her face couldn't deceive anyone. Cuphead knew Mugs didn't believe her, the nod was just a pacifier. Cuphead opened her mouth to say something, footsteps coming down the hallway.

"You two. Come here." The Devil said, stopping at the end of the hallway.

Doing as they were told, they continued to follow the demon queen down the corridor filled with identical doors, the Devil stopping at one. Opening the door, the demon held it open for them, gesturing them to go inside.

Inside was a pretty sizable room with two beds on opposite sides. Beside each bed was a nightstand and a small set of drawers. A top each night stand was a lamp and and few books.

"You're lucky Dice insisted on giving you two a room." The Devil said bitterly.

"Thank you, we- "

"Don't try to butter me up."

Mugma'am's gaze went to her feet, Cuphead furrowing her eyebrows at the Devil, but not saying anything.

"I want you two up bright and early, I have a job for you." The Devil said. "If you're going to live under my roof, you're going to work." She noted as the girls looked at each other. "So get some sleep. You'll need it."

The Devil grabbed the doorknob again as she began exiting the room.

"Good n- "

The door slammed shut.

Getting into their adjacent beds, the girls found their beds were substantially comfortable- No doubt a request Queen Dice had made- But they both couldn't deny it was hard to sleep like this. The room itself looked comforting enough, but the atmosphere wasn't as welcoming. Hours went by slowly, each minute stretching on and on, but the two of them couldn't sleep, especially with all that screaming down below.

"Hey Mugsy?" Cuphead whispered, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?" Mugma'am answered.

"I can't sleep..."

"Me neither..."

It wasn't until we'll past midnight that either of them fell asleep.

♠️ ♠️ ♠️

The next morning, the girl's jumped awake at the sound of someone knocking on the door. Sitting up first and stretching, Cuphead yawned, disappointed to see that the night before wasn't a dream.

Mugma'am got out of bed and walked to the door, before opening it. Henchwoman smiling at the girl as the door opened. Mugma'am was rightfully surprised, and frankly pleased, to see that Henchwoman had not only woken them up 'bright and early' as the Devil had told them, but brought breakfast.

"I figured you two had worked up a good appetite, so I had Hell's chefs make you both some pancakes!" The pudgy, purple imp said, still smiling, despite the girl's' flabbergasted expressions. "I'm sure they're... They're d'uhm... Different in the surface world... But I tried to make sure they'd make you feel at home."

"Uhm... Thank you... That's very kind of you." Mugma'am offered a smile.

"Yeah, thanks." Cuphead's self control barely holding her back from taking some of those pancakes.

"My pleasure." Henchwoman said. "The Boss doesn't know about this though." She winked, getting little chuckles out of the girls.

"HENCHWOMAN!" The Devil's voice holleeteecfrom down the hall. "WHERE IS MY COFFEE?!"

"Speak of the Devil- Literally. I'd better be going now." Henchwoman backed out of the room. "You two enjoy and come to the throne room ASAP."

"HENCHWOMAN, NOW!"

"Comin Boss, sorry Boss."

Henchwoman closed the door gently, leaving the two girls alone in the room once more. Though they enjoyed their breakfast, much more than they wanted to admit, they agreed it wasn't the same. Without Elder Kettle, nothing was the same. Even if they were the same, they weren't made with love like Kettle's were.

Nothing here was.

When they finished, they fit hired they should make there way to the throne room, hoping the Devil would be there. After that... Well, they'd try not to get on the demons nerves.

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Too angry to even finish her coffee, the Devil leaned back in her throne, drumming her fingers on the armrest of her throne. The other hand held her head up, wearing a rather sour sneer across her face.

Next to her throne stood Queen Dice, keeping quiet and finding small things to do like fix her hair or adjust her gloves.

"What's with the face, Boss?" Dice asked.

"It's those little brats!" The Devil growled. "Who do they think they are? Coming to my Casino asking for a place to stay for a bit! This is a Casino, not a hotel!"

"The girls have lost their caretaker and home. Try to show a little sympathy." Dice said.

"You aren't siding with them, are you?"

"I'm not in anyone's side! I'm just a biased bystander." Dice crossed her arms. "All I'm sayin is that, why don't you try being a little... Kinder to them? Who knows, they might be more willing to do your bidding if you show a little kindness."

"I'm not nice."

"Have you ever tried to be nice? Besides with me and Henchwoman?"

"Well... No..."

"It won't kill you to be nice to them, at least show some understanding."

"You don't know that it won't kill me."

"Will you just stop arguing with me and try?"

"I'm arguing? You're the one that's being- "

Being interrupted by the sisters entering the room, they stopped bickering, turning their attention towards the girls.

Standing and grabbing her trident on the other side of her, the Devil cleared her throat before she spoke;

"Listen here, you mangled little brats- " She started before Dice placed a hand on her shoulder.

"No, gently." The woman spoke in a hushed voice.

Growling, the Devil sighed and closer her eyes for a moment. Opening them once more, she spoke in a much gentler tone;

"Listen girls, like I said before, if you're going to live here, you're going to work here. Dice will give you the details of your tasks for today. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have my own job I must attend to."

The Devil marched past them down another corridor, leaving Queen Dice and the sisters alone in the throne room. Looking to Dice, the girls awaited their commands, just wanting to get whatever it was out of the way. Though the woman didn't say anything, as she merely just adjusted her gloves to avoid any and all eye contact with the girls. Though it didn't last long, as she could only do so much with her gloves.

"Well... Let's see..." Queen Dice pondered. "I really don't want to have to give you work to do... But unfortunately, if I don't, the Boss won't be very happy with me..."

Pausing for a moment, she finally looked at the girls. A look if complete dispair lying across both their faces. There was no doubt they feared the Devil, even after they had beat her. And there was no question that they hated Dice. After everything that had happened, who could blame them?

"How 'bout this," She leaned down slightly so she was more at their level. "I have a little busy work I need done in my office. You two get that done before noon, you take the rest of the day off. Deal?"

Hesitant to make a deal with Dice, the girls remained quiet and unsure, even when Dice held out her hand for a handshake. At this point, making a deal with the woman was like making a deal with the Devil. And everyone knows the demon had her own way of fulfilling her end of the deal.

And sure, in any other circumstance, Dice would be the same. She enjoyed her time working at the Casino more than she could possibly say.

She pitied these girls, however. She couldn't help but see herself in their eyes. She was once all alone too. Had nowhere to go until the Devil had stepped in.

She didn't like the girls.

But she pitied them.

"Look, if the Devil comes by and yells at ya, I'll take care of it. Ok?" Queen Dice began to loose her patience.

"You promise?" Cuphead asked.

"I swear. And when I make a promise, I never break that promise. Ever."

The girls looked at each other, reluctantly looking back at the woman. Dice offered a gentle smile to hopefully incline them to give their answer soon. Finally, the girls nodded.

"Ok, we'll do it."

"Fantastic!" Queen Dice stood up straight, chucking. "My office has been needin' to be organized for a while now. I just don't have the time I used to."

She walked to the elevator, the girls following in tow. The door closed with a loud creak before the elevator clanked as it rose from Hell.

Queen Dice kept her smile and her charisma attitude the whole way, the other two still keeping to themselves on the other side of the elevator.

"You two don't talk much do you?" Dice asked, her smile fading slightly when the girls didn't answer. "It's 'specially surprisin' for you, Cuphead. You were a chatterbox on my show when I first met you." She chuckled, receiving no laughter in return.

Clearing her throat, Queen Dice frowned, deciding it'd be best to not engage anymore conversation with the girls.

Getting back to the ground floor- the Casino- the door opened once more with the metal creak. Queen Dice walked out, the girls following right behind her and into the Casino. Continuing down the hall, they came to a door unlike the rest of them. The wood was a dark oak and painted on very neatly was 'Queen Dice's office' in a bright purple to match her suit.

Fumbling around with her ring of keys, Queen Dice muttered to herself before finding a gold key. Unlocking the door, she opened it, immediately walking in before the girls followed her.

Inside was indeed an office, and rather organized. Aside from many of the shelves being covered with dust, many papers either scattered across the desk or on the floor, among other small messes and the floor that looked as if it hadn't been swept in years.

"I really have let my office get away from me, haven't I?" Queen Dice almost seemed to be speaking to herself as she looked rather troubled just by looking at the room. "There's a broom closet down the hall."

She glanced down at her ring of keys before handing them to the girls.

"I'm trusting you to give these back to me once you're done. Those are my keys to every room in the Casino. If anything were to happen to them, I'd be minced meat. And if you lose them or somethin', I won't be too happy. But my anger will be the least of your worries. You'll be the Devil's lunch. Understand?"

The girls silently nodded, Dice smiling.

"Good. Have fun you two. Gimme back my keys when you're done."

Taking the keys out of Dice's hand, Mugma'am looked to Cuphead. Blinking, the girls stayed silent until Queen Dice let out a long sigh.

"Look, it's either this, or I leave you with what the Boss wanted you to do. Lemme tell ya, it wasn't exactly enjoyable." She grimaced slightly.

Their eyes widening, they both finally nodded.

"Good. I'll come by to check on you at noon." She walked off, leaving the two behind in her office.

Looking around the room, realistically the job shouldn't be too hard. It looked like mostly simple dusting sweeping. Though it was confusing to the girls as to why Queen Dice was going easy on them. From what they remember when they were going after the souls, Dice could be just as rotten as the Devil. So why did she care now? They were confused to say the least. But it didn't mean they didn't appreciate the fact that she didn't give them the job the Devil had in mind.

"I guess we'd better get started." Mugma'am said, heading to the broom closet.

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[barrelcrow]

@choicelesshope said: “ ❝ are you ignoring me? you’re hurting my feelings. ❞ ( from jesper! ) " {♠️ x you (season 4) starters ||  accepting x}

"No, I'm not ignoring you," Kaz sighed, his voice a mix between annoyance and exasperation. "I'm trying to, but it's impossible to ignore a fly that just keeps buzzing around your ears."

Picking up the shot the bartender had just set down before him, he downed it in one go and sat the glass back down on the bar with a little more force than necessary.

To be fair, it wasn't Jesper who he was annoyed with. Not really. He'd just come back from the Slat where he'd asked Per Haskell for some money for a new acquisition they could greatly benefit from, and some men to push back the rival gangs that were honing in on their territory. Both requests had been denied.

Foolish old man.

If he got off of his ass from time to time, maybe he'd realize that others were trying to profit off of the Dregs' success. And they didn't give a shit about 'how things used to be'.

Letting out a sigh, Kaz ordered and made disappear another shot, before he finally sat down on one of the chairs and ran his fingers through his hair. He let his eyes roam across the busy floor of the Crow Club, before he finally turned his attention to Jesper. "What is it you want?"

[weskin-time]

Wanted to pop in and thank you for feeding my Wesker brain rot :)

If requests are open, may I request some sick Wesker? Like him being stubborn and refusing help but Reader is having none of it?

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OH 100% I CAN DO

i’m using STARS Wesker for this ask i hope you don’t mind! this is so shitty i’m so sorry

he’s a stubborn asshole.

not only does he think he cannot get sick he will simply deny it even tho he looks like he just crawled out of fresh hell

no matter how hard you try to force him to relax and take care of his sick self he just. won’t.

he coughs into his elbow or blows his nose in the bathroom and tries not to call attention to any symptoms

but he’s clearing his throat ever 10 seconds

please rest my guy

he would work himself to the point of almost passing out and making himself worse off instead of actually resting

he will not take a break at all

if you work with him at the police station please change out his coffee for some soothing tea and honey

he will give you shit for it too but he will drink it after he starts a coughing fit

if you don’t work at the station with him and you live with him?

make him rest.

you’d probably have to call the day off work too just to take care of him

mostly by taking care of i mean making sure he’s actually getting rest and that he’s not doing work to some degree

use your charms against him. hold your arms open wide in your shared bed while he’s starting to get dressed for work and tell him that he’s shivering and he looks cold and he should totally get under the covers with you and skip work just to cuddle all day

babes that’s the hook line and sinker you got him now reel hiM IN

He will not admit it but he liked you doting on him and worrying about how high his fever is and if he’s taken his medicine

[mirobami]

Oh.

My.

God.

That little story with Kirari and the arranged mariage you wrote was just perfect! I do hope you will write a sequel!

Anyways, here the third request (yes, I have a lot of requests lmao)

Ririka

Minigame: Hearts

Hand: Two pair (and I've found a pretty idea on another tumblr page, I don't quite remember who, but here is the trope : one where you share extreme physical sensation after you find the soulmate; if one of you hurts, the other one hurts; if one of you is getting lucky the other one gets a little hot and bothered

Anyways, something like that. I think it can be interesting! Thak you again for your amazing talent in writing!

↳ the bonded feelings

♠️ CHARACTER: r. momobami

♠️ MATCH: Hearts (Enemies to Lovers) + Two Pair (Soulmate!AU)

♠️ NOTE: YAYAYAYAYAYAY I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT I'm gonna have to keep track of which ones to make sequels for omg keep those requests coming in they're so interesting >:D

“For the last time, stop following me!” 

“I am not!”

You couldn’t see under Ririka’s mask but you knew that her face was flushed with anger towards you. You two had never gotten along since you first came into the school and were the first person to ever get the guts to demand to see who she is under her mask. She denied you at every turn, saying that she did not want you to see her. But due to you being her complete opposite, you gained an enemy just as well as her. 

When you weren’t focused on being her enemy, you had your sights on being the top gambler in the school. However, you couldn’t deny that there was something else itching at your brain: soulmates. At every turn, you would hear a gasp or a squeal and that was from someone finally finding their soulmate. You were told that some people had strings attached to their pinky fingers and finally found the person at the end of the strings while other people had a clock on their wrist, letting them know when they would meet their soulmate. 

Unlike everyone else, you didn’t have an obvious one. Yours was more discreet, and dare you say it? Slightly annoying. It was annoying how you would feel the worst feelings when you were at your greatest and you would feel a burst of manic happiness when you were crying into your pillow over something that happened earlier that day. Sometimes you were itchy all over and it wasn’t even a physical itch, which made you want to scream and claw at your skin. You didn’t even know who your soulmate was.

Now you were in the garden with Ririka right behind you and you finally whipped around to glare at her. “Look, I know that Kirari’s not here to cover for you so why don’t you hide behind your mask and go stand behind her like you always do?”

Your chest started to hurt as if you had heartburn but you don’t remember eating quickly this morning and your heart never did that when you were angry. Your soulmate was hurt.

Ririka’s ears were red and she stood her ground. She was much braver behind her mask, but it didn’t make her defiance any less great. “I’m not following you because I want to. This is the path to the secret garden I like to go to!”

“Oh yeah? It can’t be the same as mine.” You leaned against the tree and immediately jumped away from it with a yelp, rubbing your shoulder. However, it sunk in that Ririka had also jumped. Sometimes she giggled when you were accidentally hurt, but tried to quickly cover it up. This time, she jumped just as you did and her shoulder was hurt too. 

Oh no. Oh no. 

You pointed at her, declaring that you needed an answer. “There’s no way your shoulder hurts, you didn’t crash against the spiky part of a tree! Speaking of, cut it down, that was an offense to my entire bloodline.”

“First off, that tree is special to me. Second, my soulmate probably hurt their shoulder right now, that’s why I’m feeling it. I connect with my soulmate through what I’m...feeling...” Ririka stopped talking.

You froze. “Oh dear God, no.”

“I think we’re soulmates, Y/N.”

The birds in the tree comically flew away at your scream of agony and some people even said that they swore they saw some trees shaking out of the sheer power of the soundwaves of your scream. 

[the-beeloveds]

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[aceedits]

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[mirobami]

For my second request during the event:

Kirari

Minigame: spider

Hand: royal flush

(Your texts are as good as always! :D)

↳ the queen’s hand

♠️ CHARACTER: k. momobami

♠️ MATCH: Spider (Arranged Marriage) + Royal Flush (Royal!AU)

♠️ NOTE: AWWW YEAHH LETS GET INTO IT thank you for requesting once again omg 

The letter from the other kingdom came in sooner than you had thought, everyone waiting for the results with baited breaths. Your father took the scroll from the messenger, opening it with such precaution as though a monster would pop out to scare him. The kingdom wasn’t the enemy, but it was a highly esteemed one. Hardly anyone could get an alliance from there. 

“What does it say?” Your mother asked cautiously. 

Your father let out a sigh of relief and clapped his hands in joy, hurriedly taking out the creases from the scroll. He turned to look at the others. “They’re accepting our alliance!”

The excitement could not have fooled you. As one of the main strategist of the kingdom as well as the heir to the throne, you could see past what others tried to hide. Years of practice and years of studying led you to looking at the scroll as if you would see the lettering from the outside. However, it was enough to say that your father was looking at everyone but you. It couldn’t be possible. You spoke up, your voice cutting with sharpness through the bubble of delirium. “What’s the condition?”

Your father stopped suddenly, his previous look of fear back on his face, clearer than the cloudless days. “What do you mean?”

“Father, do not insult my intelligence, I have not been the main strategist of this kingdom for wars for a very long time. A kingdom such as the Momobami family’s is not to be taken lightly. They have asked for something. What is it?”

He swallowed and sighed, looking at his wife while twisting his ring, the way he did when he was nervous or had to break some bad news. “Your hand in marriage.”

You could swear that your ears popped from the silence that came with his words. While the palace halls were bustling with servants, right now it was as though no one was in the hallways, although you knew that that was a lie. Most of them had frozen in their place, secretly eavesdropping on the conversation. Word spread quickly to the servants in this castle, especially when the talks were in public hearing of them. “Repeat that again?”

“Your hand in marriage. Their daughter, Kirari Momobami, has specifically requested herself that she wants you as her spouse.”

With a sharp laugh, you shook your head. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Did you not just say you were the main strategist for wars? Can you not see how much we stand to gain from this alliance?”

“You once promised me that I would never have to marry if I didn’t want to!” You were yelling now, steeling yourself from the horrifying reality that was you about to be traded off from the throne. If you were to marry Kirari Momobami, the throne would never be yours. Supposedly, her throne was only hers because the oldest sister denied it. It would be either her or you to give up the throne, and you had a feeling that she would not like giving hers up. “You told me that I wouldn’t have to!”

“Y/N, you are getting married to Kirari Momobami and that is final. You will meet with her soon.”

You stilled at those words. Originally planning to go to your room, you turned around slowly. “Wait a minute. You did not have time to plan that. There was no way that you didn’t know about the condition. So what that means is that you bartered me as a pawn! You used me as a tradeoff! You never wished for an alliance without a condition, you specifically used me because you knew that it would appeal to them!”

Your father cursed under his breath. You were too smart for your own good and you figured stuff out too fast. But before he could even speak, the royal page blew his trumpet in the familiar way that let someone’s presence be known. His voice was loud and clear. “Princess Kirari Momobami from the Bami Kingdom has now arrived on the premises!”

The king turned to look at you, a sharp glint in his eye. “This is your future wife. You will be married to her, whether you want to or not. Treat her as a queen because she will be one very soon.”

Great. You loved this idea of arranged marriage. But the second you saw her step out, all you could feel other than rage towards her father was rage towards her. She was probably all in for it. After all, she was the one that said yes. You didn’t doubt that she eagerly said yes and even debated that she probably immediately responded when the king offered you up. You wouldn’t doubt her for it.

Until she looked at you with the same expression that you had in your eyes.

[mirobami]

Before this lovely event ends can I request Aoi again, cause that’s literally MY fiancé now (Sakura he’s not yours anymore) with spades bc Ik I would be greats friends with this man before we get married . I’d ask him to dance with me too 😍🫶🏽

↳ ruin our friendship

♠️ CHARACTER:  a. mibuomi

♠️ MATCH: Spades (Friends to Lovers)

♠️ NOTE: its the way we’re so down bad for him that we have shoved sakura aside but FR BECOME FRIENDS WITH THIS MAN AND THEN ASK HIM TO DANCE WITH YOU HE CAN’T SAY NO, this was so much longer than i expected, that’s why it came last

Being friends with Aoi Mibuomi meant so many things, but most of all, it meant that you were put in a place where you were not safe from his relentless teasing. You didn’t hesitate to tease him back. As his best friend, it was your job to do so. He trusted you and vice versa. It was a wonderful friendship that you would not have traded for anything.

However, the problem started when you realized that you had feelings for him. You tried to deny them but even your dreams were haunting you. The most recent one with him was one where he was singing a love song in a musical and you joined him. You even had to kiss him in front of an audience. When you woke up in a cold sweat, you checked your phone, seeing the multiple messages from him, all of them about some strange dream that he had. Except, unlike yours, his were normal, if you count mustard bottles performing the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy as normal.

The next strike was when you had dreamt of him at a wedding. The dream took place outside and for some reason, he was out there too. You couldn’t take it anymore and you left, going through a gazebo as he followed you, trying to talk to you. It was clear that it was your wedding and he didn’t want you to leave him. But you ended up running away from him. He was right behind you though, shouting your name, even as you hid from him, crashing through a forest. Once you found a hiding place, you could hear him calling for you. You woke up from that dream, trying to control your racing heart. It was probably just inspired by that stupid hike that Aoi convinced you to go on and you both got lost and separated from each other. But the wedding...

“Jesus, Y/N, have you been sleeping at all?” He tilted your chin up with his index finger, studying your face too closely for your own liking. “You look like you’re going to collapse.”

“Shut up, I’ve been needing my beauty rest because at least one of us has to be the pretty best friend and it’s going to be me.” You omitted the part about you having strange dreams about him. How were you supposed to tell your best friend that you dreamt of kissing him and even marrying him?

He didn’t see anything different. He only walked beside you to class. “So the last dance...”

Ah. That was another variable you forgot about. The reason for the wedding could have also been because of that stupid dance. The place where everyone gets dressed up and usually, people ask others out and they become couples. This year, everyone was waiting to pounce on Aoi the second they heard you say the words that you weren’t going to be going with him. Everyone expected you to get together, although some secretly hoped it wouldn’t happen.

"We can talk later, this is my class." Quickly entering the classroom, you sat down, sighing as you tried to focus on the board. The letters became squiggles as you tried to take your mind off of Aoi. Your mind was definitely collapsing from the pressure of the last days of the year. But the thought of Aoi going with someone else...

You sat up, determined. At least platonically, you would take him. And so you did. He never asked you, so you asked him. He had asked, "Are you asking me out right now?"

"No, idiot, I'm asking you platonically. Just as friends."

"Yeah! I'd love to go with you."

So here you were, ready to go to the dance. You had bought the corsage and boutonniere for the both of you, against Aoi's complaints. However, knowing him full well, you did not give him the boutonniere because he would have lost it. You were waiting with Sachiko, who was thoroughly amused at this. "Waiting for Prince Charming?"

"What are you on about?"

"You look especially radiant tonight, it's a wonder if Aoi will be able to not be jealous. Oh, here he comes."

Fixing your hair, you stood up and saw him walking past the fountain, looking lost. You called for him and he brightened at seeing you. You marched over to him and pinned the boutonniere to his coat pocket. "You look decent."

"Aww, is that your way of telling me I look incredible?" Aoi hummed, tilting his face towards yours.

"Get over yourself. Are you waiting for your other friends?"

"Yeah, told them I'd see them. See you inside?"

You walked away with Sachiko. You couldn't be mad. You were here as friends and nothing more. Even at the table, you had not been seated together since he was forced to sit with his friends. He told you he wanted to sit with you badly, but his friends practically threatened him. You had to remind him you were going platonically so it was fine. The atmosphere was calm at first and you grabbed food, but the second an upbeat song came on, you dragged Sachiko on the dance floor to dance with you.

It was an incredible time. You were having the time of your life dancing with your friends and even becoming temporary friends with those you didn't know. You all were screaming the lyrics to songs and bouncing around just like the rest of the crowd. You hadn't even seen Aoi at all, but he had been watching you with a soft smile on his face.

Finally, a love song came on and you and your friend had jokingly partnered up to start dancing. The others had left since this was a couples' dance (or so it seemed), but you two were too carried away to care.

From afar, one of Aoi's friends said, "That's your date, right?" He was nodding at you.

Aoi took a swig of his drink. "Yeah, why?"

"Are you actually stupid? Put the pieces together! A love song, your date is currently with someone else, what do you do?"

He could've laughed, before taking a deep breath. He had to do it. It was only a dance, right? Nothing more. Hopefully, you wouldn't hear his heart pounding.

You hadn't even noticed him arriving until he tapped your friend's shoulder and asked, "Hey, can I steal them from you?"

Your friend eagerly let go, winking at you as she joined the rest of your giggling friends, who were now cooing at you with Aoi. He had grabbed your waist and your hand and was now slow dancing with you. You were stunned but with a weak attempt at calming the situation, you told him, "Your hand is gonna fall off of my waist and you're gonna look stupid."

"And just when I thought we were having a moment."

You were staring at his shoulder the whole time, rocking with him since neither of you knew how to do a waltz. That would be out of place here anyways. But you were having a conversation too, mixed in between him cheesily singing along with the singer, his voice going into falsetto at the high notes. You were both laughing and when the second love song came on, you two could not stop staring at each other. Aoi spoke first, "I guess I have to confess first, huh?"

"Sorry?"

"I have a massive crush on you. I didn't even realize it until later. I'm glad you asked me because remember the weird dreams I told you about? I kind of...excluded some details."

You let out a soft laugh. "I haven't been sleeping because of my dreams, Aoi. They've included you."

"Oh?"

"Not in that way, dumbass. But I'll explain them later if you want."

"No, tell me now."

"Fine. I kissed you in one and I ran away from our wedding in the other."

He was stunned before a slow smile crept upon his face. "I can make one of those come true." His lips were right near yours, giving you the option to pull away if you wanted. You hadn't pulled away and instead leaned in. It was almost like a dream how you fell for your best friend, the guy everyone wanted and he fell for you too. The small moment between you two felt as though the world stopped and only the both of you existed. His touch was warm and everything slammed back to reality when he pulled away, a lovesick grin on his face. "I don't think you know how long I've been wanting to do that."

"Stop, I can hear my friends giggling." You buried your face in his neck, shifting your hands to wrap your arms around him instead, him also moving to hold you closer.

"But I can, if you want, make the other dream come true, just without you running." He whispered.

"Aoi, do me a favor."

"What?"

"Let me enjoy the moment."

He could've laughed but instead, he was fist pumping the air. He finally got the person he loved the most, his own best friend. Marriage was not on his mind until now and he realized that he would have you explain every detail later since you were the only one he could picture the rest of his life with. But, that was in the future.

He still couldn't wait for that day.

[mirobami]

Hello!! This is my first request and CONGRATULATION FOR THE 1K!!!! YOU VERY VERY DESERVE IT! I fallin love with your writing sooo much <3

And the request is:

Sumika

Minigames: Spades

Hands: Four Of A Kind

↳ red carpets and spotlights

♠️ CHARACTER: s. warakubami

♠️ MATCH: Spades (Friends to Lovers) + Four of a Kind (Actors!AU)

♠️ NOTE: I’m glad to have you requesting for this event and thank you so much for saying so !!!!! this was such a perfect match, i’m so excited to write it out, so let’s get going!

Sumika Warakubami, one of the most famous actresses in the world, known for being a threat with all of the acting jobs that she has done and how great of a singer she is. She was known for being in movies that made quite a lot in the box office. Her daily life was something completely different than everyone else’s, especially considering that she was in the Bami clan.

But there was also you. You were the ultimatum in what made or broke a movie or show. As one of the top actresses of the world, you also had the fortune to come out on top as an incredible director, being a part of the creation of movies that would make millions all around the world. Putting Sumika and you together in a film meant it would be one of the best movies of the year, even winning multiple awards.

You got shipped a lot online too due to you working together often. The people on Twitter have even resorted to calling you a "power couple" and are now waiting for you two to admit it.

"You'd think they'd realize we're nothing more than friends who are good at our jobs." You scrolled through your timeline, sitting on Sumika's couch in her trailer.

"Scoot, you're taking up all the space."

"Is that how you treat your previous director?!"

"You're my costar now, therefore..." She made a gesture for you to move and you only leaned your head up so she could sit and you could place your head on her lap. She was reading her script, memorizing her lines. You, on the other hand, had a great method called procrastinating. People thought you were so professional but truly, you waited until the last second to get stuff done.

The ship tag on Twitter was going wild after a leak came out of the new movie. You frowned at reading it, not having previously read the script. "Hold on. Sumika, are we kissing in this movie?!"

Sumika raised an eyebrow down at you. "Didn't you read the script? It's the turning point of our characters' relationship."

You couldn't deny you were nervous. This was your best friend, the person you secretly harbored feelings for and you'd have to kiss her in front of everyone? You didn't even know if you could do it. "Um...Sumika--"

"Hm?"

"I've never...kissed anyone on camera..." Your original confident manner changed into a flustered one as she smiled.

"On camera or in general?"

"I've had kisses before!"

"Have you really?" Sumika didn't wait for you to answer before forcing you to sit up. "Do you want to practice?"

You found yourself nodding yes before you could even process her words. It wasn't until you could see her eyes flutter shut and moving close to you, her lips pressed to yours, that you realized this was happening. Perhaps this was happening too fast, you only wanted to practice. But what was a little kiss between friends, right?

It felt more than that. Her hand was brushing your jaw and she hummed into your mouth as she delicately coaxed yours to open. Tilting her head, she allowed herself to kiss you more firmly, her other hand now on your waist. She herself knew that she couldn't have done this kiss in front of the crew because she also harbored a secret crush on you. The only reason she suggested the entire practice was because she found this really stupid idea online and decided to try it. Never did she think it would work.

When you finally came up for air, her face was brushed with pink. She cleared her throat and composed herself. "And that is how you kiss on camera."

You could feel your chest doing backflips in your chest. "You've done that before?"

"Well, yes, but I've never liked them. Trust me, I wanted to practice because I would have been a coward if I kissed you in front of everyone." She smiled. "I wouldn't want someone recording me kissing my love."

You squinted until your eyes blew open. "Hold on, you suggested that because it was mainly for you!"

"Guilty."

The premiere of the movie, all of Twitter would scream at the sight of both of you in matching outfits and even a picture of Sumika winking at you while kissing your hand. Supposedly someone even photoshopped a ring onto your fingers.

Even with the media, you couldn't be happier about your relationship with Sumika.