#like?? no? let your players cool shit shine?

[amoristt]

yummy (adrenaline)

「 ✦nam-gyu/reader ✦ 」 tags: sfw // fluff kinda?, drxg use, mentions of d/eath,

a/n: this is hardly proof read dont come for me pleeeease. i love this dude so bad UGH i hope u guys enjoy >:) word count: 2.3k

・❥・your blood is a boiling cocktail, searing hot underneath your skin and coursing through your nervous system in pulsating waves. you had expected the visual effects of thanos's pills- all the paint on the walls swirling and the lights fading out before exploding in all directions, your focus fuzzing out and blacking with broken receptors. what you hadn’t expected was the unending feed of pure, unrivaled joy funneled directly into the bowl of your brain. jitters and eager twitches, fingers itching to clutch whatever's closest by, body ready to go at the drop of a dime. 

the music is swelling into blooms of melody in your ears, only sliced by the sound of thanos and nam-gyu's laughter next to you. all else drowned out, all faces a blur of unremarkably dull features. there's an eternal grin on your face, nam-gyus hand is gripping your own and keeping tethered to him, a boat hitched to the dock rocking with the washing wakes. thanos is dancing in the corner of your eye, shining like a beacon. laughter from all angles, smiling faces swirling, beautiful bright lights building the outlines of your friends.  

the platform lurches to an abrupt stop.

four.

shit, how many was four again?

neon purple is flashing before your eyes in clips, a chaotic hysteria breaking out everywhere you turned. thanos’s voice rings through all the sudden commotion.

“let’s go!” 

you’re bounding off the platform, dodging the storm of people running every which way, barely managing to hurdle over a few who had fallen onto the floor during their flights to secure a room. your friends dive into a room glowing in baby blue and you follow them blindly inside, running into the wall and bouncing off with your palms breaking your collision. 

surely, there would be a member of your little group missing- but which one? the timid player 125, or the too-cool player 380? through the lens of drugs, blurry and rapid, you spin around to see who’d made it.

“oh! min-su!” you plant your hands on his shoulders and he manages this lopsided uptick of his lips, some sort of anxious smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. such a skittish creature. thanos slings an arm around his neck and drags him from your grasp, roughly pulling him into a loose hug that min-su isn't eager to return. 

“i’d never leave my boy!” after patting the smaller males chest hard enough to push him backwards, he ruffles his hair.

“totally threw se-mi out, that was cold!” nam-gyu jeers. “i was impressed!”

gunshots ring out, the sound bouncing off the walls through the tiny opening in the locked door. it should remind you that death waits around every corner, but it doesn’t- partly because of the drugs, but mostly because your heart is beating too fast in your ear and nam-gyu’s snaked his hand around your waist with his palms flat to your hip. 

the door unlocks and thanos throws it open, tossing both arms over his head with a loud cheer as he passed through the frame. min-su leaves much more pathetically, with his ears down flat and his tail tucked between his legs. you, on the other hand, practically skip out into that large room splattered with blood and misery, and you’re towing nam-gyu along by his ringed fingers as you do. 

you don’t realize how much the bubble of people standing along the platform has dwindled. it’s hard to even care to realize it, lost in this dream-like frenzy.

children's voices flood your ears until you’re lost in the music again. you feel it in your skin, in your teeth, in these waves of electric euphoria skittering under your fingertips and within the confines of your skull. there’s something tugging you, hooking around your arm and suddenly you’re linked by the elbows and thanos is prancing in circles until you’re dancing with him. all tensions, all fear, all else but joy leaves your body and your mind. you’re unlinked and floating until you’re caught by nam-gyu and now he’s got you and you’re laughing more than you think you have in your entire life.

he’s still got you when the platform rumbles to a stop and the lights flicker off into explosive flashes of purples and pink all over again.

three.

you’re on the move before you get the chance to realize min-su is the odd man out. you barely even know that it’s trios, if you’re being honest, and you’re thrown into a room bathed in green lights. by the time you turn around to look, the door is already slammed shut. 

you, thanos, nam-gyu…

“oh no! min-su!” you frown, this deeply settled pang of loss only hardly registered with the drugs pumping full throttle through your system. you’re so out of your mind that you think taking anything seriously right now would be damn near impossible.

“i’ll miss him.” thanos puts his hand to his heart and fakes a pout, but you can see the way his lips twitch into an uptick. 

“man, he was a fucking loser.” 

nam-gyu’s voice lulls you to him, draws your attention like a sailor to a siren. he’s this overtaking, bouncy and effervescent presence before you, all colors and grins that you can’t tear your gaze from. you’re entranced by him just merely standing there and you only realize you’re outright staring with these big, blown out pupils when he lowers himself to your height and stares right back with this equally as giddy smile. 

“what’s with that face?” he snickers, and he nudges you back by your shoulder affectionately, the amusement in his tone more than evident. you giggle. 

“i’m just looking!” 

the buzzer rings out, along with about a dozen or so gunshots, but you’re so gone that you aren’t even registering anything other than the way nam-gyu is beaming down at you. the very aura around him is calling to you, urges you to come closer, to find him beside you always, no matter what. 

“you two!” thanos’s english demands your line of sight to him. he’s pulling the door open peeking outside. “next round!”

there’s a skip to both of their steps, this gravity defying sense of intoxicated glee bringing you all the way back to the platform, ignoring the rich sea of disdain and woeful expressions surrounding you. 

“oh! my boy! im sorry!” thanos cheers, and you peer over your shoulder just in time to see him gripping min-su by the fabric of his shirt and dragging him into an overbearing hug. the smaller male grimaces, and sure his hands are balled into fists at his side, but he still let’s thanos shake him like a damn toy so he can't be all that pissed, right?

the platform begins to rotate, that lovely music is playing loud enough to deafen. it seeps into your skin and the colorful doors are all spinning into a solid line of a vibrant rainbow before you.

popping colors of bright neon yellow and splashing tints of shifting greens flicker past your vision in fleeting glimpses before they suddenly drop out in a thick blanket of darkness, all sounds crashing as waves into the shorelines of your swimming eardrums. circles and circles, a spinning room until suddenly the floor stops and you go toppling over to your side in a drug-induced wind of vertigo. fingers clutch at your shoulders to keep you upright. the speakers along the wall boom in your ears when the music mutes out but you almost miss the words entirely. 

two.

you follow the grip on your shoulder to the almond eyes already fixated onto yours. 

you and me. 

there’s no question when his grip plunges down to your wrist. you’re spun and weightless, a rag doll in his grip as he drags you through the masses of other players stunned with their nerves, frozen in place, meanwhile you’re being ripped off the platform at a speed you can’t keep up with. legs become jelly under a floor that seems to move beneath your heels.

you hit the floor before you even get the chance to realize you’re falling. 

all the air stored inside your lungs is wrenched out all at once at the force and splats onto the floor out in front of you. the grip on your hand has vanished, lost in the sea of chaos. wheezes and wretched coughs leave you as you struggle to fill your cramping lungs. there’s feet everywhere, whirling and twirling with the walls still ever twisting in your haze. emerging from the havoc is the obscured outline of something green, then ringed hands reaching out for you. there’s an iron grip on your shoulder heaving you up before wrapping around your upper torso, hooked just below your shoulders. 

all you can make out is the floor your feet are stumbling over, it’s streaks and puddles of red. then, it all disappears into a box of pure orange. a door creaks as it slams shut behind you, you have to press your palms flat against the wall to stay upright when the hold around you disappears. you’re spun around by the shoulder, and then there he is all over again, cradling your face between his palms. the reason you’re still breathing and grinning and touching your hands over his own in exhilaration. 

nam-gyu’s pupils are blown so wide all you can see and lean into is tar black, inky pools until you’re seeing yourself through them, matching all the same, all mania and frenzy. 

“holy shit, you almost died!” his voice is reaching you in ways your brain isn’t computing, neurons misfiring systematically in flashes of hot and cold through your body. 

“i think i fell!” 

you’re giggling like an idiot whose life wasn’t on the line, and he’s losing it all the same in body wracking laughter, weight tossing from side to side. you’re still spinning, you think, everything's this endless blur of twirling colors and flashing pops of lights from all angels- all except for him. and this close, now, you see faint freckles you’d never noticed before that make your heart leap. such a handsome face- such a perfect grin. you’re spotlighted by his gaze. the lights are haloing him, glowing through the outline of him, and he’s so beautiful. 

“woah,” you touch his cheeks and he slides one of his hands from the side of your face into your hair. “you look like an angel.”

you’re out of your mind, but you see it- the flash moment where his eyes widen just a little, taken aback by your comment, but his smile never fades for a second. it reaches further, even, meets the crinkle of his eyes and the dusting red permeating over his freckled cheeks. 

"an angel?"

you pet your thumbs over the rises of his cheekbones.

"definately."

in one motion, his hand buries itself further into your hair and he crushes his lips against yours with a fervency so true it presses your back flat into the hard wall. fireworks and tingling nerves rivet and bounce through your nervous system, you throw your arms over his shoulders and clutch the back of his head and drag him into you even deeper. its perfect- it’s right, your heart is thrashing in your chest and you’re weightless and the pure joy in your blood is exploding into cataclysmic rushes of ecstasy. 

its nearly out of body. you’re numb everywhere except for where he meets you, where his tongue laps against your lower lip and you invite him in with a satisfied hum. you can feel his grin. his body moves against your own like he knows the ins and the outs of you. hands through your hair, finger nails clawing at your scalp, chest to chest and your breaths are mingling all into one. sloppy and messy and exactly what you needed. this is better than drugs, better than breathing, better than anything else you’d ever experienced in your life. his skin it hot against you, the taste of him is like the finest fruit. 

you’re pried apart by the shrill beep of a buzzer ricocheting off the walls. it’s like being dunked into cold water when he splits from you, red faced and his chest heaving. you look all the same- gasping for air with this dazed lopsided smile playing over your features. the door unlocks with an audible click. when he drags his hands away, you chase him like a dream and yank him down for another soul shifting kiss and he melts into it all over again. you want his hands all over you, you want him all over you.

he has to tear himself away from you, and when he completely pulls back, he makes sure to kiss the corner of your mouth and your cheek one last time before he does. 

“holy shit.” he sucks in a breath, taking a bouncy step backwards and gripping your hand. there's this newfound lightness to him, renewed vigor and excitement. “hell yeah.”

“hell yeah?”

“hell yeah.”

you’re throwing yourself into nam-gyu with every other step, marveling in the way he wraps his arm around your shoulders and keeps you conjoined at the waist. the doorway passes your blurry view and you can almost instantly hear thanos’s amusement echoing nearby. nam-gyu squeezes your skin through your tracksuit, the corners of his kiss-swollen lips still bent upwards with exhilarating thrill.

“that was the last round, i think.” you slur, following him from the leash of his hand gripping yours. 

he snickers. "sad its over."

thanos's voice is behind you both now, cheering with nam-gyu, shoving his shoulders with shouts of triumph and jubilation.

guards are standing at the edges, rounding up the remaining competitors to guide them to the hallway you’d all came in through. there’s this dismalness to the trudging steps of the remaining players, a sense of grief that you can’t seem to touch yourself. 

the drugs are starting to ebb away, but you’re still grinning like a fool as nam-gyu slings his arm around your neck. it's an easy choice, you find, to let yourself fall into him.

[seawitchkaraoke]

See I really dislike DMs doing this kind of stuff bc like... Was the lava already gonna do all that before you knew they had fire immunity? Yes? Okay sure go ahead. No, it was just gonna do a bunch of fire damage? Then don't punish your players for being clever by coming up with some new thing just to make their plan not work, that's not playing fair and it's really not fun, to me at least. Let players be clever, it's fun, this is a game that's supposed to be fun

Brennan is so much nicer than me because if one of my players tried to jump into lava for cover I would not be having it lol.

Like my response would be “Okay, so you’re immune to fire but lava is much denser than water. You don’t sink immediately but your feet are now submerged in what I must remind you is still rock so make a strength save (with disadvantage because you were TRYING to get submerged) or you’re restrained. If you fail you keep sinking next turn and eventually you will start taking bludgeoning damage from the weight of the molten rock you’re being crushed by also save against poison gas please.”

[two-red-lungs]

The Kids Are Alright (Eddie Munson)

Your first date with Eddie Munson is fine, as far as first dates go. You get pizza together: meet awkwardly outside the door at 7pm, hands sweaty, exchanging nervous, butterfly-riddled smiles. You eat. He can't stop moving in his seat opposite you, tapping his hands on the sticky enamel tabletop. He looks at you with big brown eyes. Wary, at first, then as the night goes on and it becomes clear this isn't some string-along joke, or a prank, with boyish glee.

But the second date is the one that really shines.

Eddie, in all his intellectual glory, takes you to the Dollar Tree.

It's late, again, and the D in the logo flickers in and out of existence. The air inside smells like cheap plastic, dust, and the urban sprawl of capitalism. This is a place that's usually... dead. A pathetic sort of dead, where dreams come to die, the cashier looks about five seconds from falling asleep, agonizingly boring elevator music plays over tinny speakers, and Hawaiian themed teacups are on sale for ninety-nine cents.

You think god, what the hell are we even doing here? This is hardly a dinner date, or the bowling alley, or makeout point, or any of the usual dates your friends always bragged so cooling about. But then Eddie looks at you over his shoulder, spins on his heel, and throws his arms wide. His outfit jingles.

"Welcome," he says with a glint in his dark eyes, "to the goddamn kingdom of imagination."

You should leave. God knows to anyone else at school this date could sound like a horror story, an uncouth, uncool, unladylike disaster. But there's something in those eyes. Something vibrant and alive and real. So instead of leaving you think, okay. Why not.

Best decision of your life.

He knows this place by heart, every white-tiled aisle under the buzzing fluorescents. And he's funny, too: you didn't expect him to be so funny. As you both slowly amble and push your squeaky-wheeled cart he picks up random shit, talking as he fiddles.

A fuzzy caterpillar cat toy becomes his moustache. He wraps a crinkled paper streamer around his neck like a boa and faints dramatically against some of the shelves. He scurries to the aisle next to you and pretends to walk down a staircase, disappearing from view: when his moppish head pops back up again, his wild hair flounces.

Huh. He smiles like the sun.

Eddie asks about everything possible, and god, under his stoner slang he's whip fucking smart. You crack a joke or a sarcastic reference and he smoothly returns it with equal emphasis, two tennis players on the court.

You check out picture frames. Eddie suggests throwing a little spraypaint on it, a little silver paint to light the edges, some weathering with sandpaper, and suddenly you've got yourself some primo decor.

"You like to paint?" You ask him, standing in the aisle, holding the shitty wooden frame. He's looking over your shoulder. You can feel his body heat, this close.

"I'm a big believer in, uh. Creativity, y'know?" His smile is big, toothy. Still nervous. Like as extroverted as he is, as big as his personality could be, the sting of a scoff or a sneer could still hurt.

You tell him that's cool. Something in his eyes softens.

God, you don't know how many hours you spend in that place, just talking and touching shit and discussing potential DIY projects and cool ideas. You talk comics, and music, and Hawkins social politics. He tells you about Tolkien. You tell him about David Brin. He likes David Murray, you like Siouxie Sioux. You both agree the autumn leaves this time of year make the Hawkins High look like its roof is on fire (and god, if only).

Your cart is full of bullshit you don't really need, bullshit full of promise and potential, and Eddie is letting you ride the cart with your feet on the front bar as he pushes it down the aisle at mach one speed. He splutters behind you, your hair in his mouth. He's laughing.

The total comes to 12 dollars even. The plan for the next date is to turn the kids bathtub toys you bought- ducks and dolls and dolphins- into zombies and mummies and other creatures with the shitty barely-opaque acrylics set you scored.

The sky is black outside, and it's raining. He asks if he'll see you again this week, and you say yeah, duh. The air feels like fireworks- like lightning, like a live wire. You think for a second that he's gonna kiss you.

Eddie pulls out a silver-plastic tiara from under his vest, nicked free of charge from the girl's section, and sets it on your head. It's cheap, pattern-punched plastic with pink plastic gems. It's perfect. He's made you a fairytale.

Munson bows, smiles again- the one that makes his eyes crinkle- and then he's off in his van.

He's so weird. He's so strange. You don't understand him.

You think you really like him.

[megs-1800]

Take Care Of You

Notes: I have had this in my drafts forever. I am so glad I finally finished it. Send me some requests as I am struggling with ideas on what to write. (Y/F/T - Your Football Team). Reader is a Fem footballer who plays for a Mens team.

Summary: You play for a men's football team in which your team draws against Man United in the FA cup. You and Mason have been dating for 8 months but keeping your relationship a secret. When one of the United players tackle you and cause you a fatal injury will Mason be able to keep his cool or will everyone find out about your secret relationship?

Pairings: Mason Mount x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, mentions of injuries and blood. Implied Smut.

I can feel my eyes slowly open as I hear my alarm going off, I quickly reach over to the bedside table and turn it off groaning as the tiredness overwhelmed me. As I let out a stretch I felt a body next to me and all the memories from last night come flooding back. I turn and see Mason giving me a sleepy smile “Last night was incredible” he mutters “you know we are both going to get into the shit for having sex the night before a game if anyone finds out”.

I shake my head and give Mason a lazy kiss “I don’t care it was totally worth it. To be honest I still have plenty of energy for another round” which I give Mason a suggestive wink and bring him closer. I can hear him utter a groan “Umm you are so irresistible Y/N” he says trailing his fingers up and down my body sending shivers down my spine. “But we both have got to play 90 minutes today and I need to be in my best form especially if I gotta play against you”. I hum into Mason knowing he was right and giving him another kiss.

We lay there for another 5 minutes just embracing eachother, Mason reaches over and taps his phone looking at the time and slowly pulls away. “I really need to get going I need to go back to the hotel and get showered and changed and meet the boys before the game.”

“I know I just really don’t you want to leave” I give Mason a pouty face. As Mason gets dressed.

“I know baby I really don’t either, how about after the game I come back here? The boys are travelling back but I can stay here if you are happy with that? We can have tomorrow off together?”

I nod in agreement to Mason and give him another kiss as he leans over me on the bed. “Sounds perfect! I would wish you could luck for today but I don’t really mean it” I joked and shoot Mason a wink.

“I love you baby girl” Mason shoots me a smile as he walks out the door.

“I love you more Mase” I quickly reply so he can hear me.

I hear his car pull away from the driveway and I know I need to get up too. I quickly stretch and make my way into the shower. I look in the mirror see the bright purple hickey on my neck I am going to have fun covering that up I thought. As I get into the shower I let the hot water heat me as I put my head back to rest on the tiles as I let myself relive last night.

Mason and I have been dating for 8 months, it was still relatively new and due to this we wanted to keep it private. We have met eachothers families and a couple of close friends but apart from that we have kept it out of the media. Its been difficult to have to keep sneaking around but we both know its for the best at the moment. I am a professional footballer playing for Y/T/N you play upfront as a striker and are widely known as you are the only girl to play for a mens professional team. Today you have drawn Man United at home in the FA cup, everyone is so excited but you are nervous having to play against Mason, it will be the first time you are not rooting for eachother and will be playing against eachother.

I can feel the nerves hit, it’s a massive game today and it’s the quarter finals. I feel like I have something more to prove being a girl. We are doing the warm ups on the pitch, it’s a nice March afternoon and the sun is shining so I hope luck is on our side.

I can feel the tension in the tunnel, I am jumping up and down and doing my thigh stretches before the game. The captain is shouting words of enthusiasm to try                                                                                                and get us pumped. I can see the Man United team line up next to me. I can see Mason a couple of players down he gives me a little smile and a little wink, which I return with a warm smile. I quickly turn away trying not to blush. That’s when I hear one of the Man United guys shout “Jheez look at that piece of ass” I turn around to notice that it is one of United’s new signings Blaze Pama he is their newly appointment defender. I am used to being sexualised as I am playing in the men’s team but never before from the opposition, I roll my eyes and I can see Mason shoot him a look of disgust but then one of our players steps in “yeah and watch how that piece of ass tear you apart on that field” I quickly mouth a thank you to him which he responds with “we always got your back”. All the team are like my protective brothers they always make sure I am shielded.

I can hear the music and that’s when we walk onto the pitch, we are set up ready for kick off and I feel my eyes drifting to Mason which he catches me staring and gives me a quick funny look in return, I know catching me staring at him has boosted his ego. I just hope I can keep my head in the game.

It gets to half time and I am knackered, maybe Mason was right maybe we shouldn’t of slept together last night. Now I know why they put that rule in place. We are listening to the gaffer give his half time team talk. He turns to me “Y/N you are having the best game! I know you keep getting those little tugs and fowls by that Pama but just ignore him do not let yourself retaliate” I nod my head in agreement I think he has seen how fed up I am getting of the fouled.

Its currently a 0-0 draw, we are impressed that we have not conceded yet. On paper Man United have the better team but we are working so hard. I have had a couple of chances which one of the was cleared right off the line by Onana. I am having one of my best games of the season.

We are out ready for the second half which Pana looks at me across the pitch and licks his lips, I scowl at him and roll my eyes. Mason catches my looks and turns his gaze to see what I am looking at. He walks straight over to Pana “come on leave her alone mate” Pana looks confused at Mase “that’s what we are supposed to be doing! I am getting in her head. Why do you care anyway you fucking it or something?” Mase doesn’t reply and walks away, Pana is new to the team and hasn’t settle in well, Mason wasn’t his biggest fan and after his actions he really hasn’t gone up in his ratings.

The ref’s whistle blows indicating the start of the 2nd half, Pana continues to keep giving me knocks and unnecessary tackles I am trying my best not to retaliate but he is causing it difficult he isn’t playing football he just playing dirty. United score within the first 10 minutes of the second half, great cross from Mason which Højlund buries at the back of the net. Our keeper kicks the ball to me and I place it on the centre stop “come on Boys we can do this!” I shout back in encouragement. United are now on fire after their goal throwing everything at us. They are through on goal which our defender makes an excellent tackle and kicks the ball up field to me, I bring the ball down and keep running. I can see Mason is picking up the pace to keep up with me, that’s when Mason puts his legs out and wins the ball. I topple over the top of his feet and he runs off with the ball. I  quickly get up and wipe myself down and run after Mason. The ball is kicked out of play and Mason quickly tuns to me and mouths a “sorry” my heart warms that even playing against me he apologised.

We are now in added on time and we are throwing everything at the ball, we are all having shots just trying to get a sneaky goal. The board goes up and confirms there is only 2 mins of added on time. We get a corner, I am stood on the penalty spot and I can feel my shirt being pulled “come on ref for fuck sake how many times?!” I am shouting, Pama turns to me “shout up you little bitch! You shouldn’t be on the pitch anyway” I turn around and shove him “fuck off will you!” I shout back at Pama I have had enough. The ref blows the whistle and tells us to break it up. I bring my attention back to the corner that is about to be taken.

I am watching the ball the whole way, then in the corner of my eye I see Pama’s studs its too late for me to move out the way and as the ball hits my head his studs connect with the side of my face. I go down screaming in pain. I watch as our players screaming at the ref for a penalty, which the ref confirms its being checked by VAR and then all the players attentions turn to me.

I am still screaming in pain, Mason is already with me “let me look! Let me look” which I can hear the panic in his voice. I put my head up and I can feel the blood running down my face. “hey you are going to be okay yeah” Mason tries to reassure me but he doesn’t sound too convincing,  a couple more of our players come over and inspect my face. They all calling for the physios over. Mason walks straight to Pama “What the fuck man!” and shoves Pama, Bruno pulls Mason away straight before it gets heated. “There was no need for that!” he tries to explain to Bruno “he probably has given away a pen!” Mason tries to cover up the fact that he hurt his girl. Bruno tells him to walk away.

Mason walks over to where I am sitting, blood staining the ground. I can feel myself getting light headed from the loss of blood. They are trying to patch me up, but when the physio’s are asking me questions and follow their fingers I cannot do it, I feel so weak from the hit. The physio’s shake their head towards to the captain and I see the worry in Mason’s eyes. I mouth a quick I am okay to him to try and reassure him. I can feel the tears running down my face alongside the blood due to the pain. We can see the ref listening to the piece in his ear which he points to the spot awarding us a penalty and give Pana a red card. I can hear our fans excited about the penalty and giving Pana verbal abuse as he walks off.

“Do you think you can walk?” the physio’s ask. I shake my head “I-I don’t know I can t-try” I reply. I slowly get up with the help of my players and I can see Mason trying to give me space to not make it too obvious we are a couple but his eyes do not leave mine as I walk off the pitch. I am taken straight down the tunnel to get medical attention from our physio’s.

We score the penalty meaning it is taken to penalties. United win on penalties unfortunately. I watch the game from the TV in the medical room. As soon as the game is finished I see my phone buzz. I look down and see a message from Mase:

Mase: How are you feeling? X

Y/N: I have been better.. but considering everything I am doing okay thank you for having my back out there x

Mase: Of course I will always protect you. Did you want to leave tonight if you not feeling great? X

Y/N: Don’t be silly my brother said he will drop me off as I cannot drive but I would love to meet you there. I just want to be in your arms right now xx”

Mase: Okay take it easy and I cannot wait to see that beautiful face. I love you xx

Y/N: I love you too xx

My brother drives me back home once they have stitched me up, the drive was relatively quiet with just my brother chatting about how if he gets hold of Pama he is a dead man which makes me laugh. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” My brother asks as we pull up outside my house. “Thanks for the offer but Mase has come over to look after me so I will be all good”.

“I am glad you got Mason” my brother says giving me cuddle “I know I am a very lucky girl”. I thank him again for driving me home and told him to message me once he is home. He watches me walk inside then slowly drives up the drive way.

Once inside I can hear the TV on low volume and the smell instantly hits me, whatever it is smells amazing. Mason suddenly appears from around the corner, as soon as he sees me he runs across the room and wraps me in his arms. He places a soft kiss to my forehead “how are you doing?” he asks inspecting my scars. I give Mason a small smile “I am just shattered its been a long day. The scar doesn’t hurt too much just my head is really sore”.

Mason gives me another hug “I am so sorry baby come and sit on the sofa. I have put dinner on as I am starving so I am guessing you are too” which I nod in response.

“It smells amazing Mase, I cannot wait to eat that! Well I am guessing a congratulations is in order my semi-finalist!”

“Thank you baby! The boys are so excited. I just wish it didn’t end like that. Pama had not right to do that. Its so far out of order! Wait until he is back in training I am going to give him a peace of my mind, no one hurts my girl.” He places a strand of hair that has fallen out of my messy bun behind my ears and gives me a kiss to my lips, it’s a small soft kiss like he is trying to be careful not to break me.

“Mase he isn’t worth it. I have played up against so many pricks like that before. He thinks because I am girl he needs to assert his dominance. Its not worth it affecting your career just because he is a dickhead. Now come on I am okay that’s the main thing and now I get my sexy boyfriend to look after me”.

The sound of my phone binging takes us out our romantic moment “Jheez someone is popular! Everyone must be so worried about you” Mason says “Yeah my management team released a post confirming I am okay I am guessing this is just the comments from that.” I open up my phone and see all the Instagram comments. I suddenly stop and am wide eyed. Mason looks at me with concern “whats wrong?” he asks. “Well I think our secret is out”. I say passing Mason the phone so he can see the comments for himself.

Your yourusername posted:

Thank you to all the Y/T/N fans today, I am gutted about the result but thank you for cheering us on loud, your support is exceptional. Thank you to all who have messaged regarding the injury, I am all okay just need time and rest. I had 14 stitches along my hairline but I will be making a total recovering and be back playing as soon as possible! As always thank you for being the best fans in the world!   

User 1: I cannot believe Pama’s tackle absolutely out of order. No sportsmanship at all!

User 2: I was so worried when Y/N went down with the amount of blood. Glad she is going to make a total recovery.

User 3: Is anyone going to talk about how Mason Mount went straight to Y/N when she went down?

User 4: Yeah and the way he shoved and went off at Pama after the tackle?

User 5: Did anyone else see the replay when Mason tackled Y/N and he mouthed ‘Sorry’ to her? Totally shipping them together 💗

User 6: I love Mason and Y/N together, please tell me its true 🥰

User 7: Give the fans what they want! 🙌

“Well I guess its out in the open now” Mason says shrugging it off.

“I knew playing eachother was going to be an issue” I say with panic in my voice.

“Calm down why are you panicking? You knew they were going to find out eventually and well they seem to be very happy about it. So why don’t we give them exactly what they want?”

It would be nice to have everything out in the open regarding me and Mason, having us a secret has been nice but it is probably time to do the hard launch. Everyone already is assuming so it does make sense. “I think I am ready to be public official with you Mount” Mason gives me the biggest smile and kisses me, this time with urgency and passion. I wince as his hand goes to grab my hair, Mason quickly pulls away “shit I am sorry” he says apologising. “Its fine just a bit delicate for now, we cannot go as hard as we did last night.” I joked.

Mason sends me a wink as he stands up “okay I will go easy on you tonight” he comes back a couple of minutes later with his phone. “what are you doing?” I asked confused. He joins me on the sofa and puts his phone up to us as he is taking a selfie. I quickly hide myself in his chest as I look a mess right now and Mason takes the picture.

“I think its time for the hard launch now” and shows me the picture. It’s a lovely photo, we look settled together and comfortable in eachothers arms. “I love it” I reply. “I love you” Mason replies.

Mason types away on his phone, I get the notification that I have been tagged in a post. Mason posts that picture of us:

You had us all worried there for a minute Y/N/N but I will take the best care of you @your_username. Y/T/N she will be back in no time! 💗💗

[urauntiefaye]

slytherin!quidditch player!leehan when you mocked him for losing the match against gryffindor

Slytherin!Leehan Oneshot🧙🏻‍♂️🌸

WC: 1142

TW: Kissing, Enemies to lovers, Didn't say readers house I don't think, but low-key implied to be Hufflepuff?. Not proof Read, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Ngl the ending got a little sloppy and rushed because I just didn't know how to end this.

You weren’t even a Gryffindor yourself, in fact you found most Gryffindors annoying with how they always howled out loud in the hallways and in the dinner hall. Always running around acting like their hot shit. So you cheering for Gryffindor during this quidditch match didn’t even really make sense. Honestly you being at the Quidditch match didn’t make sense in the first place considering this was a Slytherin vs Gryffindor match. Quite literally the only reason you’re here is because your best friend has a fat ass crush on the Gryffindor boy Jaehyun.

On the contrary though, no matter how much you didn’t like Gryffindor, it didn’t nearly match the burning hatred you had for a very certain Slytherin named Leehan. You typically didn’t have any issues with Slytherins, always kind of just co-existed with each other. But it seemed that the universe had other plans for you.

It all started in potions class, professor Slughorn had all of you form into groups of three to prepare the Draught of Peace potion. What Slughorn hadn’t taken into consideration was that two students would conveniently be left out. Both you and Leehan not having a group to join were forced to partner up together. Which you originally had no problem with, until Leehan decided to make you do all of the work while he napped and when it came to the show n’ tell part he took all of the credit.

Yes, you could’ve let this go, you really could’ve. But the stupid fucking look on his face pissed you off, he looked so calm and neutral during the whole thing. As if it was no big deal!?, the sheer audacity this man had.

But you held your tongue and decided to calmly confront Leehan about the situation, hell maybe it was just a misunderstanding?...It was not, when you approached Leehan in the dining hall and asked him about it, he just stared at you and asked why it mattered, you both got the credit anyways. He acted as if he didn’t care, and that’s what upset you the most about him. He never showed much emotion, always having a bored expression. Which was the complete opposite of you, you always felt every emotion to its fullest, you were practically built to have the inability to just not care unlike Leehan.

However, Leehan despite his cool exterior he had found an interest in you. He was intrigued with how much you expressed yourself, always showcasing what you felt. Leehan had grown up in a family where showing any sign of emotion was for the weak. His father told him at a young age “never let others know how you feel, they will use it to control you”. So he often found himself purposely doing things to you to invoke any kind of reaction; from making you do his homework, stealing your food, and even pulling harmless pranks on you was worth it. What made him even more enthralled was that you never really yelled at him, only lectured him. But even your lecturing was nothing compared to what he’s used to from his family. It was odd to say the least, but what got his blood really pumping was when he just so happened to stumble across you helping the bowtruckles cross over the lake without being washed away. The way the sun shined on you, causing a halo like effect surrounding you, the way your lips formed in the most beautiful enchanting smile he’s ever seen. Not to mention how gently you spoke and praised them, your voice sounding the way honey coated around sweet almonds with each “good job” and “you’re doing amazing”. He didn’t know what it was or even why, but he had to hear you speak to him like that, he needed you too.

When he overheard that you would be attending the quidditch match he was overjoyed. He beamed at the thought of you being there as it was an opportunity to hear you applaud him and tell him that he was amazing and did an excellent job. Leehan however failed to take into consideration the possibility of his team losing. He was embarrassed, it wasn’t even a close match, a ten-fifty score. What didn’t help was when he looked at you after the announcement that Gryffindor had won he saw you laughing. You were happy that he lost? You found joy through his failure. Leehan was pissed, not being able to take the image of you jumping up and down with your friend as you both smiled with such an elated expression.

Practically knocking over some of his own teammates as he didn’t even bother going to the locker rooms to get change. Instead making a B-line directly to you, his face unreadable as you looked up at him with confusion wondering what he wanted. Not even thinking he would grab your wrist and drag you away from your friends. Putting up a fight you would try to pry his hand off your wrist which to no avail did nothing. Eventually giving up you stopped your little antics, coming to the realization that he wasn’t going to let you go. Opting to just follow him in silence as he leads you to the astronomy tower. It was only then when you arrived that he let your wrist go, however not giving you much time he pushed you against the nearest wall. His face is only centimeters from you. “Enjoy your fun?” He'd ask in a low voice, send shivers throughout your body. “Wh-what do you mean?” Asking him nervously, your eyes looking anywhere but his face. Locking them on his collar bones thinking it was the safest option. His hand wrapped around your jaw, slightly squeezing as he made you look at him. “Don't act dumb, I saw you laughing with your stupid friend”, gulping at his actions but also the fact that he saw you. Not knowing how to respond, you just stood there. He won't let you go, his stare so intense but with something you never saw before. Next thing you knew his lips were in yours. They were cold from the nip air, and a little wet. Your eyes widened as you didn't expect him to kiss you. But something else is telling you to kiss him back. Your lips molding into his, resting your hands on his chest. Pulling ever so slightly, lips still grazing against your as he spoke. “Don't ever cheer for Gryffindor again” not giving you time to respond he'd pull you by the back of your neck into a kiss again. This time passionate, his tongue even slipping past your lips gliding against your wet muscle.

It was at this moment, this night, that you never cheered for Gryffindor or laughed at him ever again.

[aylasology]

Oh Pretty Woman~

70s!Rockstar!Robin x Groupie!fem!reader.

Rockstar!Robin (she's her own warning honestly).

Your high heels clicked, walking into the hallways of the apartment building as if it was yours. Crimson red lipstick and fur coat on. You were supposed to stop with the habit of getting with these rock stars, but there was something so different with the way this rockstar whispered into your ear before she left.

"L.A ain't the same without you, doll."

Robin. Robin Buckley. How could you forget? You were her pretty little drug, the girl wrapped around her finger, the princess she'd pamper and spoil whenever she was on the road. The girl that wasn't explicitly hers, and yet, the girl she lead on to believe that maybe she was more than just some groupie.

Your friend, a journalist who was simply following everywhere Hellfire went - where Robin went - stood by the front of the door, grabbing a pen and a notepad. He doesn't know anything about you and Robin, or the whole groupie thing, but you'd like to keep it that away.

"You ready to meet some cool people?" you asked him. Watching him straighten his jacket and hair. You found it amusing how he wanted to look so formal for a party, you shrugged it off. He only nods.

You weaved a sigh, opening the doorknob. Musicians, groupies, and a shit ton of strangers fill the apartment. It was a big place so to speak, music filling the room through a broken record player. For the rest of the night, you made sure to stick to your friend, a looking eye for him so that he wouldn't get drunk or "unprofessional" as he worded it. He said he was a journalist, but in truth, he really is just a young boy writing and fanboying over rockstars.

"Guess who's going on a motherfucking tour!" Eddie Munson, Hellfire's lead guitarist, yelled as he opened the door, bottle of wine in hand as he chugged. A hand is shoved to his face, pushing him away from the door. A boy tall and muscular walks into the door - Steve Harrington, the bassist of Hellfire waves to the crowd.

"Don't mind him, he's drunk." Steve chimed, pulling Dustin Henderson, their drummer, into the room. All three boys running and prodding towards the partygoers. Where's Robin?

And as the thought of her comes to mind, in flare jeans, and a graphic sleeveless shirt, Robin walks in. Leather boots long and fitted on her legs, sweat after tonight's opening act for some band they don't even remember the name of shined and slicked on her exposed arms, muscular and smooth. Her hair dishevelled and longer than the last time you saw her, the brown roots of her hair growing a little more. Heart-shaped sunglasses blocked the vision which were her blue eyes. Those goddamn eyes that could weaken you with a single glance.

"I'm not late am I?" Robin asked, smooth and slim fingers holding onto the rim of her glasses as she pushed it up to her hair. Her fingers tut with her hair, a playful chuckle erupting from her soft, glossy lips. She strides to the couch, hips swaying so effortlessly as she walked towards the rest of hellfire. Sitting down on the empty space between Eddie and Steve, manspreading as her arms slung around the two boys shoulders.

Your fingers gripped on the red cup you were holding. Your friend had a grin on his face, tugging to your coat as if it told you everything that he wanted the two of you to do : go closer to hellfire.

You look down on your cup, it's almost empty, a perfect excuse not to go near Hellfire - near Robin. "Why don't you go alone? I'll watch from afar." you chuckled awkwardly. Noticing now tense you were, without really knowing the reason why, your friend nods, leaving you alone with the crowd.

He waves over to the group, a toothy smile from Dustin in response. He lets your friend sit in the armrest of the couch, bickering over something you couldn't quite hear. A guy in the crowd goes over to you, talking about the band and all that stuff, responding to him with half hearted "mhms" and mindless nods.

But your eyes were focused elsewhere; focused on the girl scanning the crowd. The girl who's eyes, blue and deep, scanned the faces of the strangers in her apartment - as if she was looking for that one familiar face, your face.

And that's when eyes meet. Her eyes meeting your own. You could feel your heart skip a beat, a crimson hue arising on your cheeks. She was no guitarist, but she plucked on your heartstrings better than anyone could.

A smile tuts on her lips. That goddamn smile, a devilish glint in her eyes, her smile pursed into a smirk.

You looked down on your cup, empty. "I need to get some ice." You announce to the stranger who came up to you, running down the halls in search of an ice machine, in which you find in a small room.

You get in, and as you do, you hear the door swing shut.

Holy shit.

"I can't believe you actually showed up." She whispered, her breath against your neck, fingers sliding to grip onto your waist. You've never actually felt yourself melt before, but as you felt her fingers caress on the fabric of your coat you knew you were done for.

"When does it end?"

"What?" Robin cooed, her voice deep and low, a tone she's always reserved just for you. Her fingers move high up, planting them on your waist.

"This. The story about the girl who's wrapped around a rockstar's little finger and when she gets tired of being this rockstar's plaything she leaves. The rockstar sends her six...no..ten letters and doesn't even leave a backstage pass in San Diego." You replied, sliding her hands off your body. "Robin I've had enough. I'm done with this lifestyle. I'm done with you." You added, there wasn't much truth in your words as you'd like to believe yourself, and Robin didn't believe you at all.

She smiled. Why did she smile?

"Oh honey." Robin chuckled, fingers moving to grab your cup. "I say you're done with all this when I tell you are." She replied, grabbing ice from the machine. "And let me tell you, the day you're truly done, rock n roll's gonna miss you." You hear ice being tossed to your glass, daring not to look at Robin herself.

"It's gonna miss the way you turn a hotel into a home."

An ice cube thrown to your glass.

"The way you know every song. Every song. Even the bad ones. Especially the bad ones." A chuckle slips out of her plush lips. Another cube thrown to your glass.

"Coats and vests in the middle of summer." Another cube.

"Those pink lips and the way it giggles over every small compliment." Another cube.

"The way it fawns over me as if it's never been complimented all it's life."

Silence fills the room, your fingers brushing over a table. A lump in your throat. You feel warm hands on the grip of your waist, your cup left on the table.

"You're more than just some groupie, darling." She cooed, lips brushing on the flesh of your ear. "You're your own kind of woman." She said before turning you around to face her, pinning you up against the brim of the table. "You're my woman."

And before you could protest, she kissed you powerfully. Hands gripping on the edge of the table as if fighting to keep your hands off her. She pulled you closer, a smirk on the edge of her lips as a soft whimper slips from yours. A needy sound that could make her go ballistic.

"So loud for me already, huh?" She chuckled, pulling away. "I barely even touched you."

Fingers brush against your chin, making you look up at her.

"Come to Arizona, baby."

"Never." yes

She smirked. "We leave tomorrow. 9AM. And pack light this time, Jesus."

[whoseholtz]

today was a fairytale | alexander holtz

pairing : alexander holtz x fem!reader

warnings : one of my first fully written fics, swearing, use of y/n, switch of pov (will be written in italics!)

summary : when reader goes to a devil's game and decides to make a sign asking #10 for a puck in exchange for a lego set and he actually notices her and the day turns out to be like one in a fairytale.

word count : 1.6k

y/n pov

“Girl, it’s a stupid idea, there’s a bunch of signs around the rink why would he choose yours?” your best friend says looking at the sign you made for your favourite player.

She always knew how to ruin the mood.

You slightly adjusted the sign in your hands which read, ‘Can I trade you a Lego set for a puck, #10?’ in a goofy font. The white card had been something you picked up from the craft store on your way home from work, an impulsive decision as always.

“But but but there’s barely any with his name on it, plus who cares, it’s fun okay, and if he actually spots me it’s a bonus,” you smiled clinging onto that little bit of hope that he would see your sign.

“Yeah, I guess,” your friend shrugged as a smirk grew on her face.

“What is it?” you asked knowing that when that smirk appeared there was always a plan brewing in her head.

“Oh nothing, just the fact that you are a beautiful hot girl who likes lego oh and he’s a guy who likes girls and lego, get his number girl,” she said jokingly nudging your shoulder.

In what world would ALEXANDER HOLTZ notice you?

“Okay get out of your Wattpad-loving brain, let’s just enjoy warmups and the game,” a smirk forming on your friend's face, “but no high hopes of anything more than the game.”

The lights started dimming in the arena, the colours of the devils shining bright with the booming voices from the speakers announcing the players would be entering the ice soon.

Your friend slapping your arm, “Look how cute they look, they’re Disney princesses with pads.”

“Yes, yes, I know to calm down, we don’t wanna look like the crazy ones,” you replied, being conscious of when #10 entered the ice.

Then there he was, gliding smoothly across the ice.

He could easily be on one of the top lines but he gets treated like shit from the shitty old coaches.

Warm-ups went on like normal, the silly superstitions, and pucks across the ice in every direction.

“He’s good at skating I guess,” your friend said smartly, “he plays for the NHL dipshit, of course, he’s good at skating.”

“I know but I looked at his stats and his ice time is really low and like that means he doesn’t have any chance to get good plays,” your friend shrugged, her eyes following his every move.

All she said was true, he dealt with the game. all he cared about was that he was in the league, the best league in the world for hockey.

Being a player's biggest fan came with the depression of the issues at hand, their places on the lines, their falls and other setbacks that come with being an NHL player, and every day you wish they could be the best and biggest player in the league.

Even harder being on a team with two top first-round picks and a bunch of other players who are raved about all around the league.

“Girl snap the fuck of out, he’s looking at you, right at you holy shit,” your friend said slapping your shoulder, pointing at him skating around in circles, locking eyes with you.

“Oh my god, no way he’s looking at me,” you said, jumping up and down not knowing what to do, stay weird or keep calm and try your best to look hot.

The Lego Ferrari car shook in your hand, the other shaking against the glass trying to keep your cool as he skated towards where you were situated.

—

alex pov

Skating towards such a pretty girl was scary, but the sign caught his eye. he didn’t get many signs, trades even and Lego is his favourite thing, so why wouldn’t he be excited?

The white, red and black sign with the pretty girl holding it couldn’t pass his way, maybe he’d even get a point this game.

Going home after a win but with little ice time and no points didn’t help with his mood. he’d sit on his couch in the dim room questioning why he could never be enough for the team and the league.

He has tried so hard.

—

y/n pov

“No way he’s gonna actually want the set. no way you are getting a puck, oh my god y/n this is crazy ahhh he’s coming towards us,” she said, slapping you repeatedly in the same spot, it was starting to hurt.

“Okay just stop, calm down and look cool girl,” you said, wanting to look as normal as possible for Alexander Holtz.

Tap, tap, tap on the glass.

A red glove right in front of your face, the culprit of the tapping noise.

His adorable smiling face looking at you, signalling to get ready for the puck to be thrown over the ice.

You smiled back and nodded, pulling the sign down, holding your hands ready to catch it, not believing what was going on.

You almost wanted to keep your eyes on him even when the puck had been thrown from his hands, but you obviously couldn’t.

The puck weighing in your hand, your eyes fixated on it.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n the lego set, stop googling at the puck and hand him the bloody lego set,” your friend said, slapping you once again.

“Oh fuck yeah wait, hold the puck while I chuck this thing over the glass,” you said, questioning if all those years of skipping gym were back to bite you.

First try, failed.

Second try, failed.

Third try, failed.

Fourth time, WE GOT IT.

He grinned at you one last time before turning around and skating to the bench to place the set down.

A weird feeling flowed through your body. Almost as if you’d just lost something, a presence and a sense of comfort just poof, gone.

But that thought quickly got taken away when the stadium filled with screams of die-hard fans, with you being one of them.

Somehow you’d made it to your seat already getting ready for the game to start.

You realised your head couldn’t stop thinking about the interaction with him, the puck clinging to your hand.

“Hey hey y/n, maybe loosen your grip on the puck, your knuckles are turning white and we don’t want to leave before the game even starts,” your friend said, nudging you to get your attention.

“Oh shit sorry, it’s just he’s so ahhhh, like oh my god he’s got something in his possession that I bought, with my own money,” you grinned, immediately the wave of regret of spending that much money on a lego set, washing away.

“Well let’s just enjoy this game and hope for a win and a Holtz point,” she said, holding up her overpriced drink to yours.

“I’ll toast to that, to Holtz getting a point and maybe a devil's won.”

—

“AND THE DEVILS WIN THE GAME WITH ALEXANDER HOLTZ AS THE STAR OF THE GAME”

The shock on your face shouldn’t have been that big but when a fourth-line player gets chosen as the star of the game it is huge.

“Girl he did it for you, you are his good luck charm, you need to give him something every game,” your friend yells beside you jumping out of her seat.

“Okay, I get hockey players are superstitious but girl there’s no way, let’s just leave it,” you sighed, your life couldn’t be all butterflies and rainbows.

It was not a Wattpad story, and you couldn’t treat it like it was. He probably just threw out the Lego set, you thought you were insane thinking there was a chance he actually remembered who you were; there’s no way he did.

—

alex pov

He couldn’t stop thinking about her smile, how it was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. and he got a goal, points, the fucking star of the game.

yeah, he laughed at people saying hockey players are suppositions and yeah he was a tiny bit. he had his routines but it was never that serious, the only thing different about his game was seeing her, locking eyes with her.

The Lego set sitting on his living room table was a reminder of how her smile made him feel, all bubbly inside like he could rule the world.

“Bro stop zoning out it’s scary, you just got star of the game let’s celebrate,” Luke said as he walked past you, he had invited himself in like he did every other night. win or lose he was there.

“Sorry sorry just trying to figure out what happened today that made me play so good.”

“It was totally that girl you were spying on from the start of the game to the end,” Luke joked, “this is the Lego set she gave you right?” he questioned picking it up off the table.

“Hey, don’t touch that,” he yelled, running towards Luke.

“Shit, sorry didn’t think it was such a big deal,” he said dropping the Lego set onto the table again.

“No sorry I just can’t seem to get her out of my head, and the thought I probably will never see her again,” Alexander said slowly sitting down on the couch.

“Okay don’t think about it that way, be happy you’ve somewhat met her and that you are the star, be present,” Luke replied sitting down on the couch like it was his own home, grabbing the remote and flicking some random show on.

“Never say something like that again, it's weird hearing advice from you,” Alex replied, shocked by the words coming out of his mouth.

“HEY,” Luke yelled, slapping him in the process.

It wasn’t like Luke thought, he still felt her presence somewhat, a faint smell of grapefruit which you would only notice if you really paid attention.

He couldn’t get away from the thought of her.

He couldn’t stop wondering when he’d see her again.

a/n :: hi guyssss sorry i've been lacking motivation so this took... a while to publish and stuff so i hope u like it!! tysm for all the love on if i could tell her <33

also i might be making this a series? maybe? don't hold me to that though :}

[chycoin]

HUGE SPOILER AHEAD!!!

Watch “TRASH FRIENDS” before reading. If you haven’t watched it and still read this, pls don’t say I didn’t warn you 🫠👍

Just watched “TRASH FRIENDS” and the thumbnail really made me think this was going to be an episode focusing on the way Mario has been treated by Smg4 and his friends (at least that’s how I see it) but I wasn’t expecting an episode about Smg3’s insecurities and fears (mostly insecurities)

I really was caught lacking because I was expecting something and I got the opposite lmao. I should be familiar with this guy’s content already and know that the only thing expected from these episodes is the unexpected xD, but anyways back to talking about the video.

In previous episodes we see that he gets a little bit of customers such as in the episode “You used to be cool” and “CEO OF RIZZ” but in this last mentioned episode he tries to advertise his café after Boopkins’s date works out in the end and so does the same in “SMG4’s NEWS.”

At first you think “Maybe he wants more than what he has” but after watching this episode you realize he’s actually struggling with his business and last weeks episode you change your view from his actions and see him as more desperate rather than greedy after watching this latest ep.

Constantly trying to get more people into his café and taking every single chance he can see to advertise no matter the place or time, like life depends on it.

And talking about chances ._.xD

(This goober losing the video to a basketball, I’m dead😭)

Smg4 comes to this guy’s café for his help to get his “Michael Jordan Endorsement Video” back because boi lost it and he wants Smg3’s help because their “FRIENDS”

Of course Smg3 saw this as a chance to advertise his café because HOLY SHIT MICHAEL JORDAD!!! A famous basketball player that anyone would want to have the chance to meet and that’s a chance that Smg3 is willing to take because it means his business would BLOW UP *someone throws them a chair*

Btw when Mario shows up to offer his help, I expected Smg4 to be more happy that he has his avatar buddy always trying to help him but instead…

Don’t get me wrong, I know they got a little weirded out about the fact that Mario is a regular around the Junkyard due to him eating at that location but still, that dialogue still sort of hurt me man qwp

But anyways back to my review of this episode and giving my acoustic povs that nobody asked for.

They arrive at the junkyard and after being there for 5 seconds, they find the legendary pokemon that goes by the name of “Michael Jordan Endorsement Video” (sorry for my weak ass jokes, I just woke up and my humor is a little broken rn)

After having the video on sight, Mario pulls a Yoshi and beats the crap out of the spaghetti plate where the video so happened to land on, in one go. Obviously, causing the other two to try and force the USB out of him but both failed as Mario did a BLJ through the trash and forcing 3 & 4 to dig through everything to find him.

Now… the part I was dying to talk about and hopefully I can let out my thoughts the proper way.

As the two spend an entire evening just digging through trash, they start a friendly conversation until Smg4 touches the Smg3’s CnB topic which causes Smg3 to get nervous and lie about everything being fine because he has something that every human being has unfortunately, ✨I N S E C U R I T I E S✨.

Which I understand because bruh, 3’s been seen as a bad copy of 4 who’s the total opposite of him for a good piece of his life, if not his ENTIRE existence and now that’s he’s going through a change in his life for the better, he’s going to face a lot of these insecurity episodes because he’s so used to being seen as the bad guy, the bad copy, The Villain. Always people seeing what 4 does and never looking what 3 does which got him into that dark path.

Is like the Sun and the Moon kind of thing. The Sun (Smg4) can shine the brightest while the moon (Smg3) is just a floating rock shining the least. I’ll bring this up again at the end of the review.

But yeah, Smg3 has insecurities and is more shown when they reach the entrance of Mario’s hiding spot.

-Part 2 🫠👍-

[simpjaes]

60 [milf hunt] 61 [prp] 62 [serial sweetheart] 63 [night/day shift] 64 [frenzy 1+2] 65 [hypersexual + first date etiquette] 66 [one of the damned girls]

pls + ty 🩷

60.) What inspired the plot for MILF HUNT? the fic still isn't finished yet and im SO SORRY FOR THAT but basically just the idea of jay wanting to be both daddy and an actual dad. i need to write him as a toxic service top so bad 61.) In PLAYER RANK: PLATINUM, what's your favorite scene that you wrote? if you want the honest truth, it was all the side stuff with the rest of hyung line. if there's anything i love in a fic, it's giving the side characters an insane amount of time to shine. in player rank tho, i did cut down quite a bit. i think the fic was actually closer to 40k when i finished it but i removed a lot. some ppl might note that in my other fics with side characters too, i always make them a borderline love interest too :| outside of that, it's when reader is humping heeseung's pillow and he walks in like "omg ur so gross for doing that" 62.) In SERIAL SWEETHEART, was there a deleted scene/idea that you wish you could have included? why did you cut it? well, serial sweetheart was a revamp and actually, nothing was cut out of that one. this question would be WELL suited for paid in&paid off or frenzy tho like omg....the shit i cut out of those LMFAO 63.) What was the hardest part of writing NIGHT SHIFT/DAY SHIFT? probably the first part was the most difficult for me to accept. i still can't stand that part of the fic bc i wrote it as a drabble and decided to call it a fic. it's not really up to my personal standards but i feel like it's okay when paired with the second part [day-shift] which I put a lot more thought and effort into!!! 64.) if you re-wrote FRENZY now, would you change anything? well, firstly, pls know that i love the fic as is and it's one of the first fics i've ever truly loved after finishing it. I put my SOUL into that shit. but...yeah...i would change a lot. i played with a lot of ideas in that fic, including noncon involving stalker jake, there was even a scene i wrote in full that was deleted of him literally killing reader's ex boyfriend. there likely would have been more cameras, blood, insane behavior, and probably a bit of love induced murder involved if i were to re-write it now with a comfortable place to post it. not everyone can appreciate this type of writing though :/ 65.) If you wrote a sequel to HYPER SEXUAL and FIRST DATE ETIQUETTE, what would happen in it? hyper-sexual is getting a sequal so i will remain silent on that outside of letting you know there's free-use and somnophilia. as for first date etiquette...well, they're basically dating by the end of it so a sequel would likely be boring to write tbh. just a boyfriend and his girlfriend having weird sex atp, but i guess a cool plot point would be reader's parent's finding out that sunghoon is a slut and hating his guts lol 66.) What's a fun fact about ONE OF THE DAMNED GIRLS? jungwon was supposed to die but i wrote him as such a beloved character that i couldn't do it :|

[emwritesstuff]

so about dynamo?

i'm not realy a enemies to lovers type of person but holy fucking shit, somehow you have gotten the right amout of ''i care, deeply, truly, about this person'' and ''oh ny fucking god, can they shut the fuck up FOR ONCE. i need to fuck them. but because of my own issues, sure, but i need them dead like rn. for the love of god, can they fuck offf-''

and i think that's great. steve dosn't feel ooc, him feeling annoying and demanding without his softnes, also feels in character

sparky is wonderful, she'd messy and snarky and sharp around the edges as a means of survival. Of course steve wants to help, but she's not bucky so it's weird, comes off as entitled, ''lectury'' to sparks

i also think that it would be realy cool to expolore how, maybe, a relationship between bucky and sparks would function (i mean this fully platonicaly for both of them), cuz both are kinda fucked, and somewhat in a similar boat (with the whole...activation thing) the uncertainty if the people in your life can ever see you beyond the things you've been put through and all of that, y'know,

(but also it's your story, and it's realy fucking cool as is)

so uh, yeah 👍🏻. i hope they get to fuck nasty in the next one (i need her to bite him)

oh my god hi. this is THE BEST ask here we go

somehow you have gotten the right amout of ''i care, deeply, truly, about this person'' and ''oh ny fucking god, can they shut the fuck up FOR ONCE.

I tried to give both Steve and Reader traits that could either clash or bring the other balance, and also not make one All Good and the other All Bad. I love enemies to lovers but it can be really hard to find harmony between that hate and affection, and make the progression feel natural - that's what I've been trying to do and it's sooo good to hear that it's been working!

steve dosn't feel ooc, him feeling annoying and demanding without his softnes, also feels in character

I love that you think that! My favorite Steve is CATWS Steve. He feels real but also holds all the traits we love about him. What's happening in this movie is also happening here: our man is under a lot of pressure from multiple sides (including Sparky's) and it's hard to let his true personality shine when he has so much on his shoulders. But with time we'll get some more of his softness, it's there

I added some of this glimpses already, but I hope to touch more on the post Civil War Accords soon, and show that he had to compromise a lot to get his team back to the comfort and resources of the Compound.

Of course steve wants to help, but she's not bucky so it's weird, comes off as entitled, ''lectury'' to sparks

Their distrust of one another definitely made things more difficult than they could be. She doesn't see it as him trying to help and Steve doesn't understand - at first - how warped her world views have been at this point (and he is indeed lecturey). What should be obvious isn't and it creates frustration for the both of them. But I think that's on its way to change hehehe

i also think that it would be realy cool to expolore how, maybe, a relationship between bucky and sparks would function (i mean this fully platonicaly for both of them)

I'm so glad you touched this subject because it's for sure going to happen! I've started to set that up on part 5 and I want to get something going on part 6. Reader and Bucky have had very similar experiences, and that's the reason they've kept their distance so far - it's too close to home. If I may give an itty bitty spoiler, someone is gonna spill the beans about the record player, lol Also! Bucky has been Steve's wingman since the 1940s 👀

i hope they get to fuck nasty in the next one (i need her to bite him)

I'm not the most skilled with smut but it's happening! I'll see what i can do about the biting 😈

[song-of-the-rune]

About 20 hours into cassette beasts, got up to the last archangel (I think? Haven't stepped through the door yet to find out) last night, and... thoughts:

I don't hate the switch port, but on my 1st-gen switch, it doesn't run great. It's stopped crashing, which has made it more enjoyable! But it still lags out as I'm moving shit the world. I hear the PC version runs better.

Kayleigh is bi!! Not playersexual (which I could go on a whole rant about but let's not get distracted), she actually shows interest in female NPCs and has history with one male one. That or she's since realized she's a lesian. It's great either way. I feel like video games tend to cop out on npc orientation.

I <3 barkley

Aleph is a very fun villain.

Traiiiiiins

Fan of the character design all-around -- humans, archangels, and monsters alike. The monster designs are VERY fun and while many of them are nods or references to something or another, they're genuinely interesting and don't feel like copies.

I enjoy the battle mechanics. This is not a pokemon clone, it lets itself be its own thing, and I think it really shines for that. The type mechanics are interesting and I like that it explains each one to you in a way that also justifies the mechanic.

I've heard the NPCs are romanceable. This doesn't prevent you from capping your relationship level, from what I can tell, which I very much appreciate.

Despite not being a pokemon clone, they clearly loved pokemon, based on a lot of the NPC interactions.

I love the cast of companions in general! They're all interesting characters ^.^

Usually the "retro aesthetic" thing doesn't work for me, but they really nailed it. There's a lot more going on than "cassette player old."

I like that things remaster at 5 stars consistently. It leaves a lot less guesswork in filling out the bestiary.

Bootlegs are a cool mechanic, I like there being a mechanical difference that isn't inherently better or worse than the base form, just situational.

[seikotakai]

Thoughts on Tekken 8 demo (so far)

>I'm enjoying it so far. I already got that warrior rank by destroying everyone with my boy Jin Kazama. Also I am so glad Bandai Namco finally added vs CPU as an option (which they should've done years ago smh, but better now than never I guess). I always spent most of my time playing Soul Calibur 6 just playing as my favorite characters or customizations in the vs CPU mode. The vs CPU really does add replay value to the game (playing as your favorite characters, wanting to see your favorite characters's special intros with the other characters in the roster which is epic). Glad they're bringing back Tekken Ball as well. Oh maybe some more single player content would be great too (like idk bring back survival mode, time attack, or team battle).

>Still hoping Tekken 6 gets retconned (ex. jin got brainwashed by azazel like how nina got brainwashed by shrek in tekken 3) and Kazuya does not fucking die.（πーπ）

>I'm actually so happy Kazuya defeated Jin in the first chapter. Sure eventually of course at the end of the game Jin Kazama will get stronger and beat him in a rematch. But like...after watching every single mortal kombat villain (except Shao Kahn, Shang Tsung, and the bug bitch who killed Mileena) being pathetic jokes who get their asses kicked every 5 seconds. It's refreshing to me seeing Kazuya finally be a threat instead of being like Team Rocket or FANG from Street Fighter V's story mode. *shudders* (oh and also people on youtube comments won't complain about "jIn AlWaYs WiNs" because he lost to kaz here and he also lost to both hwoarang and miguel).

>can't put kazuya in the cute little flower booba shirt because no customization in demo. ( ╥ω╥ ) on the bright side, the main menu literally lets you stare at kazuya's sexy tits and sexy dilf body in general in multiple directions. beautiful.

>the arcade quest was neat too, at least the avatar characters are kind of cute (they are not ugly and shit as the stupid fucking Sportsmates from Nintendo Switch Sports who tried to replace the miis). I had fun kicking everyone's asses and I cheered when Kazuya won that tournament and kicked someone's ass.

>Jin's special intros with some characters like Xiaoyu are cute. Too bad you cannot fight Hwoarang in the demo so you cannot get his and Asuka has no special intro with him for some stupid reason.

>there's also some hope that maybe some of the side characters will be relevant in this game and get to shine (keyword maybe...knowing every game since tekken 6, they will probably drop the ball). it was neat seeing everyone joining the tournament in the intro chapter including lili, paul, and steve. i mean in tekken bloodline king gets to do some cool shit and paul was not a joke that time.

>Fighting and almost losing to Panda made me more upset Anna is not in this game come on now. I know Bandai Namco obviously lowkey hates Bruce Irvin because they replaced him twice now. First he was replaced by Bryan in Tekken 3 (don't worry Bryan ily problematic babygirl) and then Josie in Tekken 7. But man, why can't either of Kazuya's bodyguards be in this game or Tekken 7 at launch (although to be fair, Eddy is not in Tekken 8 either so). Fucking make Kuma an alternate costume of Panda, then BRING BACK ANNA! We gotta have both Nina and Anna, man! At least Kazuya still has the greedy coffee CEO lady Azucena by his side tho. She knows Kazuya will make her coffee sell more $$$ and Kazuya looks hot.

>So you can make your own ghost data now or something...okay.

>I adore the voice acting in this game so far, especially Isshin Chiba's amazing work as Jin Kazama as usual. I love listening to his voice, it's so badass and yet it's also a quality asmr voice. Masanori Shinohara also does wonders as Kazuya Mishima.

Still not too sure whether to buy this game or not (yet)...but I'm a little more optimistic now.

[nightmaremp]

Weremayhem: Prey of Tiger. Ch 3: Day at the Lake.

Early in the morning, the mayhem got ready to head down to a nearby lake that only a few people know about. The sun was shining down on the van as it headed down a dusty road. Zac was sitting in the back seat with Animal who was yelling about the lake with a smile on his face. 

Floyd was laughing at the drummer’s joy of going to the lake. Janice was looking out of the window of the van. Lips was reading a book and Zoot was asleep. Dr. Teeth was driving, he had some sunglasses on to protect his eyes from the sun. 

“We’re here!” yelled the ginger haired male with a huge smile on his face. The doc pulled into a spot to park. He looked at the lake and its beauty. The lake was shining, it looked like something out of a book. It looks nice to swim in. Dr. Teeth got out of the van. He was wearing a white t-shirt with some yellow swim shorts. His long ginger hair was in a ponytail. 

Janice got out with a cooler that was filled with food and drinks. She was wearing a red two piece swimsuit that had white butterflies on it. Her blonde hair sat on her shoulders like a blanket. Floyd hop out and take a deep breath of the fresh air. He was wearing a black t-shirt that had some holes in it. His red hair was put in a ponytail like Teeth. He had a pair of black swim shorts on.

Lips set his book down on the van’s seat. The trumpet player had on a white tank top and some blue shorts with flowers on it. The blonde male took out some sunscreen and started to put it on his skin. Animal got out and quickly ran to the lake. The drummer jumped in with a huge smile on his face. 

Animal had on some dark blue shorts. The wild man splashes around in the cool water of the lake. Zac got out and walked over to his older brother who was still sleeping. The little brother was wearing a blue t-shirt with a tuna fish on it. He also has a pair of white swim shorts on, also wearing some crocs. His long dark red hair was laying on his shoulders. 

Zoot was just in a red t-shirt and wearing some old blue jeans. The sun shines off his sunglasses. Zac lightly shakes the dark blue haired male awake. “Hey brother, wake up! We’re here” said the little brother with a smile on his face. The saxophonist nods before getting up and out of the van. 

The two brothers walk over to the rest of the band. Dr. Teeth was laying on a light blue towel on the ground, he had taken off his shirt. Janice was helping Floyd with some sunscreen. Animal was swimming around in the lake. Lips was standing in the shallow part of the lake. The blonde male was holding some rocks that looked neat. 

Zoot sat down next to the good doctor on the towel. He let out a sigh as he lay next to the ginger haired male. The sun beat down on his light blue skin. He realized he forgot sunscreen. “Shit” groans the dark blue haired male. Zoot sat up and grabbed the sunscreen bottle. 

“Want some help?” asked the doc with a small smile on his face. Some blush show up on the saxophonist’s cheeks. 

“Sure” replied Zoot as he handed the bottle to Teeth. 

“I will get your face first” said the ginger haired male. He poured some sunscreen onto his hands. The doc moved the dark blue curls of the male off his face. He takes off Zoot’s sunglasses which reveal his eyes. The dark blue haired male’s eyes were a forest green color. You could get lost in them. 

The good doctor slowly put the cream on Zoot’s face. His touches were soft and gentle. It made the saxophonist feel relaxed. He could fall asleep in the band leader’s hands. Dr. Teeth then do the dark blue haired male’s arms. Zoot tried to hide the blush that was forming on his face. 

“All done!” said Teeth as he set the bottle down on the ground. 

“Thank you,” replied the saxophonist. There was a bit of silence before the dark blue haired male spoke. 

“I could do your back if you want,” said Zoot. The ginger haired male raises an eyebrow. 

“I don’t see why not,” replied the good doctor. He lay down on his stomach. The doc moved his ponytail out of the way. Zoot picked up the bottle and put some of the cream on his hands. The dark blue haired male slowly starts to put the sunscreen on the band leader’s back. He was being gentle around the scars that went from his stomach to halfway to his back. 

Teeth’s skin felt soft against his hands. It kind of reminds him of a stuffed animal. The saxophonist makes sure to get some of the sunscreen between the ginger haired male’s fat rolls. Blush covers his face. Zoot finishes and sits back down next to the good doctor. 

“Thank you” said Dr. Teeth with a smile on his face. The gold tooth shines in the bright sunlight. 

“No problem” replied the dark blue haired male. 

Meanwhile, Zac was swimming in the lake with Animal. The dark red haired male dives into the deep end of the lake. As he swam, he noticed something. 

There was a flower at the rocky cliff of the lake. It was a blood red color. The flower was odd looking. The flower was glowing like a light. Zac got closer and was about to touch it until he noticed his arm’s reaction to the plant. 

His arm was growing fur and his nails had grown a bit sharp. The dark red haired male quickly swam away from the flower and went up to the surface. He takes in a deep breath of the fresh air. Zac look at his arm. 

The arm was normal now…..

“What?” Zac asked himself. “How?” he added in shock. 

The red haired male didn’t get a chance to keep thinking before Animal splash some cold water on the little brother. The drummer was laughing with a huge smile on his face. 

“Hey!” yelled Zac with a soft laugh. He splashes the wild man back with the water. The two keep splashing each other with the lake’s water. 

Back on land, Janice was playing with Floyd’s hair. The red haired male had his head on her lap. His eyes were shut and a smile was on his face. He let out a soft hum as the blonde female ran her hand through his hair. 

“Such soft hair,” said Janice with a smile on her face. 

“Aww, thanks mama” replied Floyd Pepper with some blush on his face. 

[antisolanum]

I feel like an elder scrolls-type large-scale fantasy RPG should have three core difficulty modes: "Storyteller", "Adventurer" and "Crusader", and they aren't "easy, medium, and hard", they're fundamental shifts in some core ways that the game interfaces with you.

"Storyteller" mode could have a larger communication interface with more information available to the player, more like Fallout 1 and 2, and have additional, non-essential dialogues that provide additional context and flavor. It could also by default activate one of the optional difficulty-modifying options, "participant" mode, which makes it so that most standard "go to the place and fight the guys" missions would have allied factional NPCs there to assist you, like if in Skyrim you got a quest to go clear out "Butt-Fucker Cave", a handful of "Imperial Scouts" would be there to help you out, because you are helping the Empire (or whatever), as well as increasing the presence of traveling allied NPC caravans who can help you out if you run into shit in the field. Not "Easy Mode", just a mode tailored to someone who is there to enjoy a cool fun story experience.

"Adventurer" mode would be more jack-of-all-trades, with a more Mass Effect-like communication interface, no optional modes active by default except for one very normal one that Storyteller mode would DEactivate, which would allow enemy groups to have "organic composition", meaning a bunch of random bandits you encounter wouldn't be "Goons 1-6", they'd be a "Thug"(tough guy), a "Pickpocket"(quick, DPS, stunning), a "Bossman" (leader, combat aura), and so on. A more cooperative, organic composition instead of a bunch of copypasted randos. More complex, but not numerically more "difficult".

"Crusader" mode would be focused on gameplay over story, with dialog being shortened, linear, no options for asking questions (although all relevant information would still be available both in a codex and quest listing and if you go back to talk to an NPC non-essentially, it would default to the Adventurer interface), and NPCs would have an icon next to their information to tell you if they have no unread info or only purely optional info (grey icon), relevant info and current quest content (shining bronze icon), or new quests and key information (shining gold icon). Quests would also have completely unique categorical iconography to indicate whether it is a technical challenge (combat), a communicative challenge (go to man, speak to man), or an adventurous challenge (go to place, investigate, find my lost daughter).

"Storyteller" mode would disable the presence of "Espollier" enemies, challenging enemies who are essentially "anti-protagonists", they are knights from a hostile foreign territory who travel the land adventuring just like you, but under the banner of their kingdom for the purposes of slowly conquering the land with "kindness" (but the insidious kind of kindness that offers disaster aid in exchange for the rights to build a military base on your untouched wilderness). They exist to be a technical challenge, where these knights in armor are about your level, but step back when they engage you in combat and let their goons fight you, and everything you do while fighting those goons levels the Espollier up, and grants them buffs, and changes their gear (they 're-equip') specifically to fight you. Are you sword-and-board? By the time you're done fighting their four hired swords, they're four levels higher than you, have specific buffs to counter your fighting style, and have switched to a lance to counter your sword-and-board style.

"Crusader" mode would not only have Espollier enemies, but would buff them, make the fights more complex, and increase the likelihood of encountering them, and increase the rewards for beating them.

Like I said, not "difficulty modes", but core differences in how the game approaches presenting you with the game mechanics.

[devildomditzy]

With an MC who thinks they’re not good enough for them

Made this as a personal vent/comfort piece for my self

If you start thinking bad thought about yourself, you just gotta think “the brothers would be so hurt if they caught me thinking this way”

Tags/Warnings: Self-Deprecating Thoughts

Lucifer

Takes it very personal

As pride incarnate, he values himself on making his guests feel comfortable

Even if it’s not him causing the thought, he’ll still see it upon himself to try and fix it

You don’t even have to say it, he just knows (okay, maybe you vented to Beel and Beel told Lucifer cause he was worried about you but that’s beside the point)

“MC, I was unaware I was doing you the disservice of not imploring your importance to us. Let me make that up to you.”

You don’t know how he knows, but you don’t question it.

He prepares tea for the both of you, ready to have a full conversation about self reflection.

Every negative comment you make about yourself he’s quick to counter

“You’ve truly become the gem of the Devildom, MC. I cannot be dissuaded from believing the same goes for the human realm. You’re very dear to me.”

Mammon

Oh hell no

He will not stand for it

He had asked you to attend one of his shoots earlier this week but you had never responded to his invitation, changing the subject every time he brought it up

At first he thinks you just don’t want to go, which hurts him. You catch onto this, and not wanting him to think that the real reason comes out

“It’s just… you’re a model. Not to mention you were a literal angel sculpted by the Gods, and you make an even hotter demon. You’re on the cover of every magazine in the Devildom. Wherever we go you get recognized and fawned over. Hell, you’ve even got a fan club here at school. You’re also one of the most powerful demons and leaders of this realm. Why the hell would you wanna be seen with some pathetic, average looking human like me.”

His heart breaks

He blames himself for not catching on quicker

“Oi! I’m not gonna let anyone talk about my human like that, even if you are that human!”

In the middle of his rant about how everything about you is perfect to him, from your gorgeous appearance to your terrible humor, to your radiant personality, he gets an idea.

Its like you can see a lightbulb flash over his head, he gets giddy like a child, taking out his phone and quickly dialing a number

As it rings it rings, he proudly says, “If ya got a problem with me bein’ a model, I guess we’ll have to make you one too!”

His agency is actually thrilled to have a chance to shoot Diavolo’s esteemed human exchange student. It’s like a once in a millennia chance.

And he’s holding your hand proudly through it. Now he can show you off to the whole Devildom.

You were nervous about it all week until you saw the photos printed on every magazine in town

You stood next to Mammon, both in your Rad uniforms posing in front of the school. You breath hitches in your throat when you see just how adoringly he is staring at you in each and every photo

He may be a professional, but no amount of training could have stopped his love for you from shining through his expressions

He rips these pictures out of his copy, hanging them both all over his and your rooms

“Now the whole Devildom knows we’re a match made in heaven! Well….shit…uh…ya know what I meant.”

Levi

All that stuff about you being a normie, you know he was just kidding right!?

You open up to him against your will, as you both engaged in another weird card game he bought off of Akuzon, and were bound by the rules to confess a burden or be stuck in the games limbo forever

How could anyone (let alone you) think that about his Henry? His player two?

“H-hey! You’re not giving yourself enough credit! You’re super cool, MC! Like, boss level status!!!”

By the shine and sincerity in his eyes, you know this boy is telling the truth

When you flash him a smile and let out a gorgeous laugh, let’s just say the boy melts

Scoop him off the floor and into your arms, he’ll appreciate it.

Asmo

You have to realize there is only one thing in this world that Asmo thinks can even come close to comparing to him and it’s you

If he is Adonis, then you are Aphrodite (and vice versa)

When he sees you staring in the mirror for a beat too long and learns it’s NOT because you’re admiring your own beauty

oh honey

you’ve got a big storm comin’

We’re talking a self care whirlwind here

He’s got face creams, he’s got body scrubs, he’s got lotions, he’s got makeup, he’s bringing out the big guns

And he’s doing all the work too. Asmo is making sure you feel pampered and radiant by the end of the night

If self care doesn’t work, then he’s got other ways of convincing you *ahem hem*

Satan

You’re preaching to the choir hun

He can’t help himself, he compares his every move with Lucifer’s, worrying he’s not as good as him; worrying he’ll never best him

He knows how much that feeling sucks though, and he never ever wants you to even have an inkling of those thoughts

It happens during a study session in the library, he notices just how out of it you are today

“And what exactly is the correct terminology for hypnotizing someone with cursed speech, MC?…….MC?”

When you finally snap out of your haze and meet his eyes, he knows something in wrong

He’ll softly but steadfast question you, even if you don’t tell him the complete truth, he knows exactly what’s wrong, he can see it in your eyes. The same look he sees when he looks in the mirror.

“I’m just not as smart as you, Satan. I’m just a human. Let’s face it, I’m never gonna pass these exams. Diavolo’s gonna send me home because I’m just not good enough. I’m not as great as you all make me out to be.”

At those words, panic sets into his eyes temporarily before they soften

“MC, you’re the most remarkable being I’ve ever met. Quite frankly, I never thought a human could survive down here- well, there’s Solomon, but I wouldn’t quantify him as human. You’re certainly more clever than you think. Honestly, you’re not as great as we all think. You’re even better than that.

After his little pep talk, he’ll take you back to his room for a little study break. He’ll make you tea, read to you, nap with you, whatever makes you feel better.

You enchant him <3

Beel

This has Beel utterly baffled because the poor boy cannot wrap his head around why you or anyone else would ever have a negative thought about you

He may not speak it all the time because he just assumes you know but you are his everything

If even an inkling of a negative thought comes out of your mouth, Beel will stare at you straight faced for a beat before completely enveloping you into his strong arms

He’s not the best with words (usually, he leaves the poetics for his twin) but he will really make an attempt to chase these doubtful emotions from your mind

“MC, I don’t know what made you feel this way but I promise it’s far from the truth. Now, how can I help you feel better?”

Belphie

omg bestie him too, small world!!!

I mean, how could he be enough for you? He tried to kill you!!!

Mutual and constant assurance common between the two of you

And ever since the events of that day, a giant question has been gnawing at the back of your mind. You can’t help but let it slip one day

“Belphie, are you sure you love ME? That i’m not just a replacement in your mind for Lilith? You hated me until you found out I was her descendant…I-I mean, how could you change your mind that fast?”

He’s stunned to say the least, but shakes his head and softly smiles at you before stating

“Yes, I did hold a grudge against humans, but not particularly you. I would have attacked any human who found their way in front of me back then. Lilith is my sister, of course I love and miss her. But you MC? You are the light of my life. I could only see red until I saw through your human nature and finally saw the beautiful soul that is you. I realized I was wrong that day, wrong for a very long time. Now, I don’t want to waste anymore time, I want to spend it all with you.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Poppy Playtime! Maybe instead of the player going into the building, it's a young child reader who's been dragged into it by their jerk brother? After Huggy disappears when the power comes back on, the older brother gets freaked out and leaves them in the factory. However, they soon become lost and scared. How would the toys react to this? (Could you include Mommy Long Legs in this? I know she's not given a lot of characterization yet, but I would like to see her here.)

FYI the other characters besides Huggy and Poppy aren’t given much characterization either, so this may not be entirely accurate once their roles are revealed in-game.

Key: [B/N] = Brother Name

........

"C’mon, stop being a baby.”

“..I-I’m not! You’re just hurting me..”

“Because you won’t look! Just open your eyes for a second! See? It’s Huggy!”

Finally, you opened your eyes and followed your older brother’s gaze, looking up at the giant blue sock monkey displayed on the pedestal. He stood tall and proud with his hand raised up, the velcro holding some kind of key.

[B/n] just smirked as he let your wrist go. “Now watch this.” He pressed the trigger on the grabpack. One hand shot out to snatch the key, bringing it into his grasp. “Pretty cool, huh? You make yourself useful and hold this.”

You flinched as he shoved the key into your hands.

“Let’s go find the other arm. Can’t be too far from here. And we’ll get the power back on so you don’t piss yourself.” He sneered before walking away.

Reluctantly you followed him, trying to stay calm even though you felt Huggy’s eyes staring at you.

It wasn’t him that creeped you out, but rather how dark and eerie this place was. 

Not to mention all the ghost stories [B/n] shared right before he dragged you here on a “fun trip”. The one that scared you the most was when he said “I hear the toys come to life at night. If they find you, they’ll kill you and turn you into one of them.”

You hated this and hated him.

After a series of complex tasks, which you refused to help your brother with, he successfully found the missing arm and turned the building’s power back on.

As you both headed back to the main wing, you paused for a moment to look at all the toys scattered around, including a headless Cat-Bee. With a frown you picked it up. Part of you was sad to see these poor toys were just forgotten about, left to rot. 

If you could you’d take them all home in a heartbeat.

Then again..your stupid brother would probably make fun of you and kick them around.

Speaking of whom, you wondered where he went-

“What the hell?! Where is it?!”

Hearing his yell, you ran back to the main wing to find him standing there, paralyzed. It didn’t take you long to see that Huggy was completely missing now. The spotlights were on, shining on the pedestal where he once stood.

“H-Huggy? Where did he go?” Your mind began racing, though you couldn’t help but notice how absolutely terrified [B/n] looked. 

“I don’t fucking know! There’s nobody but us here..I-I think...oh my god I’m gonna be sick.”

You frowned slightly. "You said they were alive-”

“Th-That was just a dumb story that you fell for!!” Shrugging off the grabpack and throwing it to the ground, he ran out of the wing. “Fuck this shit I’m OUT.”

“Wait!!” You tried chasing after him, but he was a lot faster than you expected and soon enough...

He had completely vanished.

Oh no.

Once, you called out his name and got no reply. Then you wandered around a bit, trying to see if you could find that exit. But you ended up getting more and more lost as the rooms started to look unfamiliar. 

Tears of anger filled your eyes. ‘That jerk..I hate him.’

This was so unfair. He dragged you to a place that you didn’t wanna go to, expecting you to toughen up...only for him to abandon you when he got scared?!

He’s always been a jerk. But this was a new low.

You swear you’ll get back at him for this.

That is...if you can find your way out of here at all.

Suddenly you heard a noise and gasped, turning around as it grew louder and closer. It sounded like something it was coming around the corner.

It couldn’t have been him, unless he was really into this prank and only pretended to leave you here.

'No..he seemed really scared. He’s never acted like that before..’

Maybe it was one of those other toys? Or Huggy himself, even. You shivered a bit at the thought, although you had doubts he would hurt you.

Well, toy or not, you had to defend yourself somehow.

So you picked up a nearby letter block as a weapon, holding it tightly and preparing to throw it at whoever was lurking around the corner.

The mysterious entity finally appeared to you, revealing itself to be....

...............

Huggy Wuggy

The infamous blue mascot who scared your brother shitless and made him leave you for dead.

Oddly enough, he spares you, making you a victim only to his irresistible hugs as he picks you up and squeezes you tightly.

When you realize he means no harm you hug him back. This is 100x better than your small Huggy doll at home.

"Huggy I..lost my brother...he left me behind--woah!”

Suddenly his pupils dilate as he sprints off, taking you deeper within the factory. 

Before you can question him, you hear the sounds of crying.

Turns out it’s your supposedly “tough” brother curled up in a vent, sobbing into his knees like a child. Apparently Huggy saw how he treated you and terrorized him.

You approach him, huffing like “who’s the baby now, jerk?” 

But he’s got no reply, except for mumbles about Huggy’s teeth.

Then you turn around and see the toy show off his gummy/toothy smile, acting totally innocent. 

You just smile back.

Mommy Long Legs

A rubber pink arm stretching around the corner, followed by a few more before the mascot makes herself known to you.

“Oooh a new playmate has come!” She coos, but immediately notices how frightened you look. 

You’ve never seen this one before, so you don’t know if you can trust her.

In her sweet sultry voice, she reassures you that, yes, you can.

She knows the other toys won’t welcome you as easily--especially Huggy. So she’ll be your guide, ensuring you learn how to survive on your own if need be.

She basically has the same vibes as Mother Gothel, telling you everything was dangerous and insisting that “mother will protect you”.

And she admits to seeing how your brother treats you and insists he “won’t bother you anymore.”

Whatever that meant had you worried. Even if he was a jerk..you’d rather be with him.

Cat-Bee

The small yellow kitty with broken wings. She looked better than most of her clones you’ve seen.

With a limp in her leg and trail of blood behind her, she manages to drag herself over to you, concerned about your safety.

“You are lost, aren’t you?” She croaks.

You nod and tell her everything that happened, and at the mention of Huggy she looks a bit fearful.

She tells you of how he’s destroyed a lot of her clones, tearing them apart like chew toys.

She’d mention how some of them were alive and felt everything but obviously didn’t wanna scare you with too many details.

Fortunately she knows the ins and outs of this place, so she’ll do her best to help you escape so you don’t end up like them.

Boogie Bot

The small green musical bot with flickering eyes.

Realizing he wasn’t threatening, you dropped the toy block.

He approached you, seeing that you were afraid and all alone. “Why are you here, beep-bop?”

You explained your situation, almost ready to cry.

BB hates seeing kids cry. It saddens him. Fortunately his solution for most problems is music! So he plays some just for you. 

Even though you might not be in the mood for dancing right now, it puts a smile on your face.

He’s equipped with good pathfinding so he can help you find your way out no problem!

Though..when he passes by scattered parts and bloody/damaged clones of himself, he dances. Not only to distract you, but also himself.

Bron

The red dinosaur who curled his neck around the corner to look at you.

His teeth and tongue looked unusually realistic, eyes soulless and empty. And he was chewing on old moss and weeds.

Suddenly his eyes widen and he sprints past you, revealing himself to be much bigger than expected as the ground shook.

And you see him eating something in the corner, desperate to reach his calorie count.

You felt a bit bad. Poor guy prob hasn’t had a good in meal in forever. Luckily he was a herbivore.

“Bron? Do you know the way out? I got lost and my brother left me behind..”

He ignores you until you mention the promise of food. And he turns to you.

“M-Maybe..there’s fresh grass outside you can eat.”

Bron nods and lets you hitch a ride on his back while you two search for the exit, avoiding Huggy along the way bc he doesn’t trust him.

Kissy Missy

Huggy’s pink-furred spouse. An experiment like him but not as hostile or inhuman.

She doesn’t care about how you got here. All that matters is getting you out and as far away from Huggy as possible. 

She knows he’s not gonna play nice once he smells fresh meat in the facility.

So she scoops you up and hugs you close, kissing the top of your head. Motherly instincts just take over and she runs, holding you tightly.

If Huggy should ever cross paths with you, Kissy will screech at him and protect you at all costs, fighting to the death if need be.

She’s tried to talk sense into him before and it never worked. His mind is too far gone with all the tortuous experiments.

So she’s left with no other choice.

Poppy Playtime

The famous doll who is now outshined by Huggy and the other toys.

“You should not be here,” she lightly chastises you. “Mommy doesn’t like guests.”

“I-I’m not a guest..my brother dragged me here and left me behind..I-I’m just scared. I don’t know where to go.”

Poppy’s tone then softens, understanding the situation better now, and decides to help guide you through the facility.

She urges you to take one of the discontinued child-sized grabpacks. You’ll need it for sure.

She’ll tell you how to avoid the other toys if they’re hostile, especially Huggy.

You have no idea if she’s leading you to an exit or somewhere deeper within the building, but you’ll place your trust in her.

Candy Cat

The plump blue kitty cat who was...dragging her tongue across the dirty floor. Gross.

But she seemed to be wheezing, looking dazed and starved of sugar.

You realized she wasn’t a threat and dropped the block, crouching down to pet her ears.

“Candy..you look sick. We should go find you some sweets in the café.” As much as you wanted to get out of here, you couldn’t just leave her all alone like this.

So you both venture to the café and find a vending machine. You noticed the scratch marks on the glass--probably from her previous attempts to get inside.

After finding some quarters scattered around you bought some candy to feed her. She’s still in pain but looks better, and in gratitude she’ll help you find the exit once you explain your situation.