#player 2 au

[sillyandquest]

So I had an idea

To be completely honest, I mostly drew this as a treat for me. We don't see a lot of Roll outside of a cutscene or manning the shops and it just makes sense for her to be the player 2 in-game. Yeah we got Protoman and Bass, but c'mon!

I wanna see this lady charging in, full throttle, wooden chair in hand, and smack Wily's newest machine around like a piñata.

So yeah, player 2 au I guess? There's more info below the cut if you wanna read. Be warned, it's a long one.

First I had to ask myself why would Roll even want to fight when Rock does just fine on his own.

Roll's a coward canonically, but she also has a big heart and is willing to fight if she has to. Maybe after the first Megaman game, Rock came back far more damaged than Dr. Light expected. While this does convince him to build Rush, Roll also volunteers to join Rock in this fight.

Dr. Light was super hesitant, but Roll's reasoning was that if Wily was willing to kidnap the Light Numbers to one up Light, who knows what else he would do? Rock already had a hard time fighting them by himself and the Numbers weren't even built to fight. If Wily was smart enough to reprogram civil servant robots, why wouldn't he reprogram robots built to fight?

Eventually, Dr. Light relented and built Roll her own set of armor and a durable broom. She has a shorter attack range, but in exchange she deals way more damage. She doesn't have the copy chip Rock does, so her armor doesn't change color, but her broom does and can change shape/color depending on which weapon is equipped.

Now onto my thought process during the drawing.

When I was drawing the armor, I wanted to keep a couple things in mind. Specifically, what makes Roll so iconic by herself. She has her hair, the green bow, her dress, and her broom/cleaning products.

One other thing I kept in mind was the various depictions of Roll in combat armor. Many fans have made their own and they all look amazing, but I always thought Roll was more of a heavy hitter up close. Most equip Roll with a buster like Rock, which is a good direction to go in, but it wasn't what I wanted to do. Then I looked at Roll's"official" armors, specifically the armor she wore during the Upon a Star movie and the armor she dreamed of from Megaman 11.

I basically put a chest piece and shoulder armor over the Megaman 11 armor, I removed the buttons on it, both of them had a heart motif on the chest which I thought suited Roll very well so I added that. I also used her hat from the Megaman Fangame Perfect Blue. You may notice her arms don't have the bulky arm guards most robot masters have... Yeah, I have no excuse for that, but Splash Woman doesn't have the guards either sooooo.....happy accident?

They're sisters so they matching!!!

I think the colors were the hardest part. I colored the dress to be more red with a pinker red for the heart and middle of the dress. Originally I had the skirt be a solid pink color and the rest of the armor be red and white, but it looked off to me. I knew I had to add her bow which meant adding green and I think that's what threw off the whole thing. The first draft only had a green bow, and I felt I had to add it somewhere else to make it look more appealing and I immediately went to color the buttons on the heart green. A small callback to Zero that doubles as a parallel.

That kinda makes me wonder if Zero was modeled after Roll and Protoman in this au. Also, what would the Megaman timeline even be like with Roll as a fighter alongside Rock? It's always better when someone has your back and Rock and Roll were always meant to be a pair.

They're twins in this au, not a couple. Just had to set the record straight.

Anyway, speaking of Blues. It makes sense why Protoman wouldn't show up as much in this context. Roll is right there, why would Rock need Protoman's help? I imagine he usually shows up only in situations where Rock and Roll are forcibly separated or shows up to both of them individually. Whether it's because he wants to help them be more independent or test the strength of their bond remains to be seen.

I have more to say about this au, I'll try drawing some expressions and go into more detail regarding Rock and Roll's personalities in the au.

[akanemnon]

Shouldn't there be a minotaur in the labyrinth? Who put this goat here? This is not accurate to the mythology! /j

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[starkidmunson]

glitter & crimson

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

“Marry.”

“What?”

“Marry. He’s hot, I’m not gonna kill him.”

“Eddie, we’re not playing FMK; you’re supposed to be telling me his name.”

“Oh. That’s…. Joe Jonas.”

“…he’s literally from Hawkins. And he’s holding a hockey stick.”

“Nobody from Hawkins is that hot, man, no way.”

~~~

Gareth posts the clip to his personal TikTok. Before he can get around to reposting it on Corroded Coffin’s band account, it has more than 100k views. Things only spiral from there, because once the band shares it, the video goes more viral and ends up on the screens of the right people.

chiblkhwks: harrington94 is social media challenged, but we’re going to make sure he sees this. Will keep you posted.

The comment is immediately overshadowed by a busy day of PR. A photoshoot to an interview to a radio show to the green room at the Fillmore in Boston, before an intimate pre-album release show for members of their fan club. Eddie has completely forgotten about the video entirely, but Gareth’s phone pings with a text notification.

“A response has been issued!” He declares to the room, still grinning down at the screen of his phone.

The rest of the band shares a collectively confused look, all seeming pleased to find they’re not alone in whatever they’ve missed.

“What?” Jeff asks for the group.

In lieu of an explanation, Gareth just flips the phone in his hand around to show a TikTok, stitched with the clip they’d made earlier that morning.

~~~

“Marry. He’s hot, I’m not gonna kill him.”

#Stitch

“Is… is that supposed to be a compliment?” Steve asks, making a pinched face as he laces up his skates.

“You watched the whole video. He compared you to Joe Jonas.” The girl behind the camera responds, but he levels her with an unimpressed look. She doesn’t respond, and after a beat, he sighs.

“Yeah, alright, I guess Joe Jonas is hot. I’ll take the compliment.” He huffs, standing to his feet and moving from the bench he’d been suiting up on toward the ice. The girl follows him, gliding toward the net once they're in the rink, never falling out of pace with him.

“Do you know who it is talking in the video?” She presses, and Steve looks unimpressed again.

“You mean the other hot guy?” He asks with a grin, then nods. “That was Eddie. I’m surprised you don’t know him, the Party listens to Corroded Coffin all the time.”

The video loops back to the stitched clip from Gareth’s initial TikTok then. Everyone in the room processes what just unfolded.

“The Party? Did… did Steve Harrington just make a reference to DnD? Or is that some sports thing I dont understand?” Jeff asks.

Freak raises his hand, indicating he’s next to speak. “Not only that, but his nerdy DnD friends listen to us all the time?”

“Did King Steve call Joe Jonas hot?” Eddie asks, visibly still trying to connect the wires in his brain that fried at Steve’s agreement. “Did he call me hot?”

All three turn toward Eddie, whose face is still reflecting the long form math equation his brain is trying to work out, and Jeff sighs.

“Well, boys. I think we’ve officially lost him.” He says, bowing his head. Freak and Gareth join him solemnly, making Eddie huff and cross his arms over his chest.

“You’re all so dramatic.”

“Gee, I wonder who encouraged us to be this way,” Freak exaggerates through a grin, before shoving a guitar into Eddie’s chest, just in time for Paige to open the door and summon them.

“We can have a meltdown over Harrington after the gig,” Gareth promises with a pat to Eddie’s back as everyone moves around him, exiting the green room and heading for the stage.

~~~

Riding his post-show high, Eddie makes a bold move in the CC band TikTok, commenting under the video Steve had stitched.

corrodedcoff!n: we’ll be in chicago 1/26 if harrington94 and ‘the party’ are free 🎫

He only gets about 20 minutes of peace before Gareth is jumping around, proclaiming himself the greatest wingman in history.

“It’s an offer for free concert tickets made over social media, and he hasn’t even answered, Gare Bear.” Eddie tries to get him to relax, but he, too, is eager to see how the other reacts to the offer.

He wakes up the next morning to the answer he’d been waiting on, and his stomach flips as he reads it over.

harrington94: only if you guys come to the home game 1/27 🏒

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Steve doesn’t even bat an eye when Max shoves her way into the locker room, b-lining straight for him.

“Can I help you?” He asks without looking up, unhooking the padding from his calf and letting it drop to the ground in front of his locker.

“Are you using TikTok to publicly flirt with Eddie Munson?” She asks, voice quieter than he’d typically expect from her, but he just scoffs.

“I’m just being friendly! You’re the one who started this in the first place! What, you didn’t expect me to log on and check if they’d responded?” He asks in response, freeing his foot from the skate, before placing a cover over the blade and letting the boot drop into the lower shelf beside his locker.

“I’m just confused because you’ve been super weird about coming out, and now you’re out here hitting on a rockstar all over social media, that’s all.” Max says, and Steve freezes for a moment.

“Do you…” he trails off, before closing his eyes and rubbing a thumb into his temple. “You really think I just accidentally came out?”

“You called Joe Jonas and Eddie Munson hot, encouraged this rockstar to come to your game when he’s in town and also accepted tickets to see him perform, Steve.” Max was monotone, and held her hands up defensively when he groaned. “I’m not starting anything, I’m just saying that this could get blown out of proportion now.”

They discuss a little further, deciding neither of them will publicly acknowledge anything that’s been posted to the account for now, until they actually come up with a plan.

Once he’s in his car heading home, Steve calls Robin.

“Dingus,” she greets, as always, and he lets out a grumble. “Uh oh. What happened?”

“I think I accidentally came out on the internet, and it’s Eddie Munson’s fault.” He’s met with several seconds of silence as he starts his car on the path to him and Robin’s shared apartment.

“Eddie, the drug dealer from high school?” Robin eventually asks, confused, and Steve groans again.

“Yeah. He uh, also is in a band?” He supplies, and Robin’s quiet for a moment as she processes. Then, he hears the tapping of a keyboard. “What are you doing?”

“Looking Eddie up, obviously.” Steve can practically see her eye roll, even though they’re not FaceTiming. “You’re nothing if not consistent, I guess. Doe-eyed curly brunet.”

Steve scoffs. “You say as though you’re not the one currently waking up beside Nance every morning.”

He’s met again by a short silence, before Robin lets out a little puff of air, in a small laugh. “Thank you again for being so cool about that, by the way.” She says, before he hears clicking on her end. “Apparently, Eddie is out as bi. Corroded Coffin does a charity show for the Trevor Project every year, and he’s been to a lot of Pride events.”

Steve’s stomach twists with each new bit of information she provides, because a part of him wants to be that out, wants to be like Robin or apparently Eddie, freely sharing that part of themselves with the world and having no one give a shit. But that’s not how it works on so many levels for Steve. Beside the shit he’d have to deal with on the ice from certain other players, he had no idea how it would impact the team overall. There’s no way to gauge how fans would react, when there’s never been an openly gay player in the NHL. And that didn't even begin to touch on how his parents would react.

“Hey,” Robin breaks him out of his spiral and he realizes he’s been chewing a hole into his cheek. “I can hear how loud you’re thinking right now. Do you need me to come home?” She asks, gently, and he sighs.

“Please.” He mumbles after a long pause, and is grateful when he hears the jingle of car keys from the other end of the phone.

~~~

Robin scrolls through article after article once she gets to their place, pulling Steve onto the sofa with her and laying his head in her lap. Her fingers twist through his hair, doing her best to keep him calm as she reads up on the situation playing out to try and help gauge how big of a hole he’s dug himself this time.

“I don’t think there’s really anyone who thinks you were flirting with him. Not seriously, at least.” She tries to assure him, but he’d already seen the twitter posts to contradict that before she came over. He sighs and rolls onto his back, so he’s looking up at her, and shrugs.

“I kind of don’t think there’s any avoiding it, at this point.” He mumbles. “I’m not… I’m not ready to come out, not like this. Not on this scale. I think the only thing I can do is carry on and hope it doesn’t get turned into any bigger of a deal.”

Robin hums down at him, and continues to brush his hair back out of his eyes. “Okay. So you don’t come out yet. But don’t overcompensate for it, okay?” He scrunches his face up at her, and she types something into her phone before turning it back into his face. He immediately pales, met with a photo of him out with Heidi last year. With a black eye on full display, he looks miserable behind a fake smile.

“Low blow,” he grumbles, pushing himself away from Robin to sit up beside her, and she raises her eyebrow at him, still holding the photo pointed in his direction.

“‘Maybe they won’t notice or ask why my literal teammate punched me in the face at practice if I take a fucking supermodel out to dinner.’” Robin’s imitation is a little too good, a sure sign of too much time spent together.

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it!” He asks, taking the phone off of her and closing out of the image before locking it. He drops it back into her lap with a sigh. “I just don’t know how many times I can keep getting away with hiding it.”

“Well, it helps that Billy got traded out to LA. He would be insufferable about this, and would absolutely make everything 10 times worse.” Robin muses.

Steve sighs and hesitates for a moment before dropping his head back into her lap, curling into her. “I just want it to be on my terms, when I’m ready.”

“We’ll figure it out, and it’ll all be okay, no matter what. Okay?” She assures quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek.

His phone dings with a new notification; Max texted him a screenshot from TikTok.

corrodedcoff!n: you’ve got yourself a deal 🤝🏻

[bluesunss]

Little fool Choi Su-bong x F! Reader

Fools part 1

part 2

summary: you’ve got a fever and text your best friend ‘hel me, m feelin hot’. he’s high and interprets it as you wanting him. but when he comes over it ends up being more wholesome than you (him) think.

heads-up: dirty minded Su-bong, idiot with a crush, pretty wholesome, bad at feelings, clumsy, au with no games, brief mention of pills, confident reader

word count: 1.5k

a/n: I’ve never used tumblr before, hope I’m doing this right! also English isn’t my first language so please correct me if you notice any typo :3 I’m open to requests if anybody likes this and would like to see more/something different!

"Hel me, m feelin hot."

When Su-bong first saw the message, he momentarily let go of the shisha, his eyes widening.

"Yo, what’s up, bro?"

Two of the guys around him snickered, the fruity, intoxicating smoke curling from his nostrils.

"A girl?"

A dark-haired guy, whose name he had long forgotten, craned his neck over his phone.

"Oooohh. Getting laid. I seee."

Su-bong stared at the screen. Usually so chatty, words suddenly got lost in his throat. The others lost interest in his phone, yet he kept rereading the message. "M feelin hot." His trousers tightened slightly, and he swallowed a groan.

"Shit, guys, I gotta go."

He rose, giving them a quick dap, and they smirked, mimicking breasts and an obscene gesture with their hands and mouths. He flipped them off and stumbled out of the bar. Could it be? No. He reread the message. "Hel me, m feelin hot." Were you in heat? Your period had ended about a week ago - you complained about it constantly - and he knew ovulation or whatever it was could make women... desperate. Could that be the reason? The thought sent a rush of exhilaration through him.

"Fuckkk," he exhaled.

His pants were growing uncomfortably tight. Clenching his cross in his palm, he flagged down a cab, reciting your address while attempting to stifle the impure thoughts unfurling in his mind. But he was burning up. The moment the taxi halted, he fumbled for old, crumpled bills in his pocket, shoved them at the driver, and stumbled out.

Then, suddenly, he doubled back and entered a convenience store, purchasing a small square packet. Protection. Breathe, he told himself. Just breathe. You had been very close friends for over a year, best friends, maybe too, ever since you, a nurse, had helped him when he’d gotten a pill lodged in his nostril. It hadn’t exactly been funny, but you had stifled a laugh while assisting him, smiling warmly. He had quite enjoyed the glimpse of cleavage beneath your uniform, the sight of your lips when you lowered your mask. But you had a boyfriend. And even though he had managed to dig up your number from the hospital database, you had blocked him.

Then, a few weeks later, he had spotted you at a bar, kissing some random guy. He had seized the opportunity to inform you that your "boyfriend" was downright hideous. You had laughed, telling him it wasn’t your boyfriend - you had just been dumped. You had unblocked him that night, and the two of you had been texting ever since.

You two never slept together. That is why, one, he was so damn confused, and well, two, that it had blossomed into something resembling a friendship. Getting along well, having inside jokes, he wasn’t sure he wanted that ruined for just a one-night stand. But damn, was he turned on right now.

The idea of sleeping with you, not sleeping with anyone, but you, it was so new and so… so good. And it made his heart flutter in a way it hadn’t before. Never. Which is why he was twice as confused now. Why was he feeling like this? Maybe, just maybe because you were great friends. Yeah, that was it. It could only be this.

Sure, it was sometimes ambiguous. And, well, you in scrubs drove him insane. But friendship wasn’t too bad. Especially when you allowed him to hug you, letting him nuzzle into your chest like a child. "Such a kid," you used to laugh. He was cute, but so immature.

You were so out of his league. Outgoing, confident, you had a job and not any job, you were a talented nurse, and you were funny and smart. Maybe that is why his heart beat so fast. Of course.

Now, however, his vision blurred. He stepped out of the store, unfastened his cross, and swallowed a pill to regain composure. Fuck. Nothing was strong enough to quell this fire.

Crossing the street, he reached your building, pushed the door - then cursed, remembering he had to pull (he always got it wrong). He took the stairs two at a time.

Shit. Triple shit. Standing before your door, he felt disoriented. Utterly disoriented. His heart pounded, palms slick, throat parched, like a teenager before his first crush. God. You were fine. But not just that. You were witty, and he adored your laughter. You even laughed at his dumb jokes.

He rang the doorbell.

No answer. Anxiety gnawed at him - had he misread the situation? He rang again, then checked his phone. The message was still there. Then why weren’t you-

He suddenly remembered he had your keys. He rummaged through his pocket, mistakenly pulling out his motorcycle keys before finally finding the right ones. Turning them in the lock, he stepped inside your small studio, only to find it empty. Panic swelled in his chest.

"Yo? Señorita?"

Fumbling for the light switch, he flipped it on - only to be met with utter chaos. Your apartment was in complete disarray, the air thick and stifling.

"Where are you? Fuck."

He set the convenience store bag atop a drawer and began searching. That’s when he noticed - the bathroom door, slightly ajar. And light flickered from within.

He panicked.

Then-

There you were. Gripping the faucet, face ablaze, lips trembling.

"My God, what’s wrong?"

He rushed forward, and you collapsed into his arms. Your breath, hot against his chest, trembled as you murmured, "Hot," "Fever," and "Lost."

Poor thing.

Biting his lip at his own idiocy, he carefully helped you out of the bathroom. He had no idea what he was doing - hesitated, then finally settled on laying you down on the couch before fetching a damp towel.

A feeble chuckle escaped your lips as you exhaled what little air remained in your lungs - because he hadn’t wrung out the towel, it was drenched, and he had grabbed the overused one hanging by the sink. That clumsy idiot.

He sat cross-legged beside the couch, back to you, fiddling with his cross.

"You want a pill? Might help."

You feebly smacked his shoulder, mumbling something incoherent. He turned, finding you feverish and drenched in sweat.

"Want me to open the window? Run downstairs for some painkillers? Or maybe give you a massage? Hey, señorita, don’t die on me!" he whined as you shut your eyes.

You mumbled again.

"M’sorry, I didn’t understand could you like repea-“

"Shut… up and come here," you managed.

His heartbeat went wild.

Trembling, he hesitantly perched at the edge of the couch, leaving a respectful gap. His back still faced you.

"Hey, don’t tell me you’ve never been in bed with a girl. Lie down and talk."

Well, you weren’t exactly wrong. But this was different. You weren’t just "a girl." And after tonight’s message, his mind definitely crossed a line, making it painful - humiliating, even - to face you.

But then, your feverish, trembling hand grasped his. And his whole body ignited.

Finally, with great effort, he lay down, swallowing hard, now facing you. Space was tight. You radiated heat. Then, without warning, you tucked your head against his chest, pressing your overheated skin into him, breathing laboriously. You burned against him, and his chest fluttered with butterflies.

"Hold me," you whispered. "Talk. Say something."

Tentatively, his fingers found your waist, pulling you in, holding your body weakly against his.

You gazed up at him, hands clutching his shirt, eyes wide, fever-bright. Sweat clung to your hair, strands plastered to your forehead, and beneath your long lashes, this gleaming gaze became the most breathtaking sight he had ever beheld.

Shit.

Desperate to steady his hammering heart, he forced words out.

"I… I’m working on a new track for the Underground rap battle. I really think I can win this time. It’s good. The manager says it could blow up."

Gradually, he relaxed, holding you closer, feeling your breathing even out against him. Your body slackened, and you nuzzled into his shirt, inhaling the scent of laundry detergent and shisha.

"Hey, señorita, you should come watch me. I’m too sexy when I sing. Apparently, I sweat from my forehead, and it’s super hot. That’s what all the girls say when they hit on me. There’s a lot, you kno-"

He looked down.

Against him, you had drifted off.

A soft, barely-there snore. A faint trickle of drool. Stray strands of hair. Flushed cheeks.

And just like that, he forgot all about the small, unopened packet at the threshold, the heat your message had sparked within him, and focused solely on the languid softness of your form.

It suddenly struck him. More than any of his dirty thoughts, what he had truly longed for was this. Overcome with a mix of confusion and longing, he murmured a quiet "goodnight" that was swallowed by the surrounding darkness, his yawn stretching before he succumbed to the comforting pull of your embrace.

The next morning, when you awoke first, you were in full vitality. You sprang from the couch, flung open the windows to let in the air - it was stifling - and made your way to the kitchen to pour yourself a refreshing glass of orange juice, after gently covering your friend.

Then, on the entryway shelf, you noticed a small bag, which you opened, revealing a distinctively familiar package.

You snatched your phone from the counter, suddenly recalling the message you had written. A soft laugh escaped your lips as you returned the protections to their original place, deciding to act oblivious, eyes gleaming, before grabbing the juice to cool off.

He was rather endearing, that little fool.

ayy lmk what you guys think

[palatabl3]

Even MORE Co-Frontman Gi-Hun au stuff !!!

[crow-perch]

After approx. 4 days of nonstop drawing, I present to you my AU idea!

Current working name is "World's Soul", but that might be subject to change in the future, I dunno.

This is my first true comic I've ever made. I'm much too used to just doing character designs and portraits, so I'm stepping out of my comfort zone for this. Getting to blend my hyperfixations is the best part of being an artist ^_^;

[PROLOGUE] -> [NEXT]

[strawbearyxx]

⊹˚⋆ જ ꒰ in-ho as your bf ꒱ જ ⋆˚⊹

warning, he’s toxic asf i can’t imagine him being a good bf

⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡

~ stares at you all the time, everyone else thinks it creepy but you lowk love it

~ obsessive over you and insanely possessive

~ will try to control you whether you like it or not, you’re too scared to disobey him

~ his kisses are always filled with desire, seeking to claim you as his own

~ would kill anyone who he thinks is a threat

~ makes you cry so he can be the one to comfort you and wipe away your tears

~ “i’m sorry baby, i’m here okay? shh, we’re alright, don’t cry now you know i love you”

~ spoils you and gives you every material thing you’ve ever wanted

~ controls who you can see, when you can see them, what you can wear, etc.

~ has moments where he seems like he’s going to stay sweet to you, but it never lasts long

~ loves leaving marks on you and doesn’t let you hide them

~ makes you tell him you belong to him after an argument

~ has you wear showy outfits just for him to see, buys you a tonnn of clothes you’re never allowed to wear outside

~ loves punishing you for doing something wrong, he makes up new rules all the time to get more chances to

~ the second you cry to someone about him, they disappear

~ sends the salesman to follow you when you’re out

~ his touch is possessive and he's always holding your waist when you're around other people

~ you can't help but give in to his desires because he's so tempting

~ "you're mine, you know that? no one, and i mean no one, is allowed to touch you like i do. say it now, tell me you're mine"

~ acts like he worships you sometimes to give you a false sense of security

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[shadow0-1]

Retired

[candyypirate]

GAME ON! AU 🎮 by me + @galsgeneration [ BE MY PLAYER 2 ] Happy (NOT) Valentine 🍫

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GAME ON! AU is a written AU by @galsgeneration (Sonic) and me (Shadow) based on the main canon of Sonic the Hedgehog. The two have been longtime rivals for many years, maintaining a unique presence to each other that challenged their inner depths. Sonic is perhaps the only one who can reach into Shadow's heart, but how far can he truly reach? Is it possible for Shadow to reach into his... ? As the two hedgehogs continue their typical antics, they take a turn for the bolder the moment a video game catches Shadow's interest in sharing similarities to his past, and conjoins the pair through their most unpredictable adventure yet.

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[viviwah]

THANOS TEAM X INSTAGRAM!SMAU

(what they’d post on instagram as your partner)

THANOS

tlthanos the prettiest view 😍

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gyeong_suu we get it bro 😭 stop bragging

yourrname @gyeong_suu stop hating 😒😒

tlthanos @yourrnaame tell him babe

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NAMGYU

gyunotsu pro gamer or nah?

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tlthanos for sure 🙌🏻 🎮

yourrnaame delete this..

gyunotsu @yourrnaame no..

yourename @gyunotsu 🤬🤬🤬

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SEMI

scissorsemi happy as long as you’re mine <3

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yourrname i love you sm 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

scissorsemi @yourrnaame i love you more 😋💗

gyunotsu @scissorsemi lesbians..

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MINSU

minsu.park aquarium with my favorite girl @yourrnaame

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scissorsemi my favorite couple 🥹🥹

minsu.park @scissorsemi 🫰🏻

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GYEONGSU

gyeong_suu #MyGfIsBetterThanYours ❀

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gyunotsu the hashtag 😭😭

yourrnaame omg babe when did u make ur ig so aesthetically pleasing?

tlthanos @yourrnaame i said the same thing LMAO 🤣 what happened to all the shit posting?

gyeong_suu @tlthanos stfu 😒

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a/n: i hope you all enjoyed this >_< if you’d like more, feel free to send a request!

[sillyandquest]

A friend of mine recommended that I practice backgrounds and I decided to try it out with a doodle from the last player 2 au post.

Not used to it at alllll. Still though, I think it came out alright.

[bluesunss]

Bad movies never end well Choi Su-bong x F!Reader

Bad movies part 2

part 1 part 3

summary: a week after an intense make-out session, you try to impress a Su-bong that seems to have forgotten all about it. what you forgot about bad movies… is that they never end well.

warnings: slut-shaming, foul language, au with no games

word count: 1.3k

a/n: part 2!! Enjoy guys ;) maybe a part 3 if you’d like! also Su-bong saying mama reminds me of my hubby Rio from Good girls ..

"She snapped at me. I mean, I know I’ve been busy lately, but damn. I don’t know what to think."

Se-mi shook her head. “I try to make more time, but it’s nearly impossible with uni.” Her head rested on your lap as she ranted, eyes fixed on the ceiling while you played with her hair. Her thumb brushed her lower lip, toying with the piercing. “She hated the piercing. Not a big loss, right?”

You were about to answer when a voice cut through.

“Women are so whiny. ‘Let’s see each other more, what are we, you’re too busy!’ Like, just let it be, man. No need to make things so complicated.”

Su-bong grabbed a can of beer and tossed it to Se-mi, who sat up and caught it mid-air. “Get over her. Plenty of other hot chicks to bang.”

Whenever he spoke, you avoided his gaze. He didn’t seem to care at all about what had happened last Saturday, but you were still haunted by the softness of his lips on yours, the strength in his hands as they gripped your thighs. And you couldn’t just pretend that nothing had happened, because it definitely had. At least, for you. And what he’d just said - maybe it was directed at you, too. Women make everything so complicated.

The can hissed as Se-mi cracked it open. She set it down on the small table and slid to the floor. In the corner, Min-su sat alone on a small sofa, reading, while Nam-gyu pestered Se-mi’s cat, curled up and trying to sleep. Gyeong-su had said he’d be here in an hour or so. And you - well, you were sprawled out on Se-mi’s couch, trying to gather the remnants of your self-respect as Su-bong acted like Saturday had never happened.

But you weren’t about to let it go. That was why your skirt was way shorter than the one you’d worn to the movie theater. That was why it hugged your thighs, why, beneath your jacket, you’d chosen the shortest crop top you could find.

But confidence failed you when it came to actually taking the jacket off. Maybe that was also why you’d curled your lashes, swiped on lipstick, dabbed highlighter on your cheekbones. What were you looking for? Trying to please always meant the person wasn’t the right one. Trying too hard meant they wouldn’t notice you otherwise, and that was a glaring red flag.

But you wanted a reaction. Needed one.

Su-bong was lying across the table on the floor, propping an elbow on a cushion he’d stolen from the sofa. When Se-mi and you looked away, he’d take a drag from his blueberry vape and tuck it back into his pocket as if no one noticed.

The effect you’d hoped to have on him wasn’t working, and it was pissing you off.

What did you want? Another make-out session? A confession? Hah. As if that man had feelings.

He sat across from you, occasionally grabbing a handful of spicy crisps and shoving them into his mouth, wiping his fingers on his fluorescent yellow shirt, leaving behind red stains.

“So, what’re you gonna do?” he asked Se-mi, chewing loudly. “I mean, she was cute, but you can definitely pull hotter. Saw this chick at the club last week - dyed hair, probably into girls. Don’t they all have dyed hair? I’ll introduce you.”

“Shut up, Su-bong. And eat with your mouth closed,” Se-mi didn’t even look at him. Then she glanced up at you. “Your outfit’s fire, girl. Been seeing someone?”

A sharp yelp interrupted.

“Ouch!”

Nam-gyu stumbled back, cursing as the cat scratched his hand. “Fucking pussy,” he muttered.

Su-bong laughed and shoved another handful of crisps into his mouth.

“Leave her alone,” Se-mi scolded. “She only scratches annoying people.”

Nam-gyu rolled his eyes and collapsed onto the sofa across from Min-su, now turning his irritation on him, leaning over his shoulder, trying to snatch his book. He began reading random words aloud, twisting them into something dirty.

Se-mi looked back at you. “So? We seeing someone?”

Your face flushed.

Su-bong took another drag from his vape, but you caught the slight arch of his brow. Shaking your head, you fidgeted with your jacket before finally deciding to take it off.

The air thickened.

Your bra lifted your chest just right, and strands of hair tumbled over your shoulders. You felt uncomfortable. This wasn’t you. Se-mi, or Mi-na - another friend - could pull off these outfits effortlessly. They were confident, outgoing, sexy. Sometimes, you tried too, and it looked good. But you wished someone would see you. Not the version you were attempting to be.

Su-bong’s gaze flickered to your chest, then to your face. He gave you a questioning look but said nothing. Instead, he simply observed, trying to decipher something unreadable. Then, he looked away, took another puff, and started rapping quietly under his breath.

Se-mi was still waiting for an answer.

You shook your head. “Nope. Not yet.”

Su-bong raised his head. He was about to say something when the door swung open.

“Hayyy guyssss!”

Gyeong-su appeared, grinning. “Yo, guess what. There’s a discount on beers downstairs. Somebody wanna go and help me carry like two huge bags?”

Nam-gyu accepted, abandoning his torment of Min-su, deciding he needed a smoke. Min-su wanted fresh air and maybe a juice. Se-mi groaned about cramps and decided she’d grab something to eat.

Su-bong was in another dimension and muttered that he’d stay. You weren’t in the mood to go out either. The others rose, chatting, and soon, the apartment fell silent.

Just you and Su-bong.

The air grew heavy again. You avoided looking at him, and only the crunching of his crisps broke the silence.

“Why are you wearing that?” he finally asked. His eyes traced your form - not with lust, but quiet scrutiny. Different from the movie theater.

“This what?”

You finally forced yourself to meet his gaze.

“This fit.”

He was still lounging, elbow propped, vape between his fingers.

“What’s wrong with my fit?” you asked.

He exhaled a cloud of fruity vapor in your direction, the scent hitting your face. “S’not you.”

You straightened, heat rising to your cheeks. “What do you mean? Elaborate.”

He sat up, wiped his fingers, and looked at you. His vibrant purple hair caught the dim light. A cold breeze slipped through the slightly open window, brushing against your neck.

“You’re trying too hard. Looks cheap.”

Your cheeks burned. Embarrassment. Anger.

“Cheap?” you snapped. “Doesn’t seem to bother you when you fuck girls who dress like this.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “Eh, don’t get mad, mama. You asked, I answered. Sorry if it pisses you off. T’just not you.”

You shot to your feet, grabbing your jacket.

“Not me?” Your voice shook. “Like you minded when you shoved your tongue down my throat at the cinema because my skirt turned you on!"

He stood, catching himself when he stumbled slightly. “Yo, I asked if you wanted a kiss, and you said yes. Why do you girls overthink everything? Why d’you always expect roses and a ring after one fucking kiss?” His brows furrowed. “And your other skirt - that was you. This,” he gestured to your crop top, your legs, “this isn’t you. This is some cheap whore’s fit. I don’t know who you’re trying to impress,” he paused, “but that shit will only attract the wrong guys.”

Fuck.

You hated this. This feeling.

That no matter what you did, he wouldn’t see you. Wouldn’t want you.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

“Asshole,” you muttered. But really, you had only yourself to blame for getting carried away over one stupid kiss.

He shook his head apologetically. "Oh señorita. Caught feelings already?" He was joking, but it was too much. Pulling your jacket on your shoulders, you wiped your eyes with the hem and avoided his gaze. He was too high anyway. You were just another girl. "What’s wrong?" He sat again. "Nothing."

But you went to the door, and it opened suddenly on Se-mi and the others. They were all happy, laughing loudly, and the room suddenly got way louder. You avoided looking at them, eyes welling up with tears, and you quickly ran down the stairs to avoid facing any of them. Se-mi called out your name, but this was way too painful.

Of course. Of course it’d always end like this.

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[diaryofawhoretbh]

Hello. I saw you had your requests opened and wondered if you could please write some Nam gyu x reader who likes to call him cute after she saw him take his picture. I was just thinking about how ofter we see koreans say kiowo. thx

i really hope this is what you asked for, if not, please let me know, but enjoy!!!

kiyowo | nam-gyu (player 124)

the air felt thick with anxiety as you stood in line, your heart hammering against your chest. the players ahead of you moved forward one by one, the sound of the camera's flash echoing in the cold, yet colourful room. every step you took felt like it weighed a ton, and your palms were slick with sweat. yet, you couldn’t afford to show it. no one here could afford to show weakness.

you were just about to step up when you saw him. player 124. nam gyu. he was standing a few steps ahead, his expression as calm as ever, his posture straight, shoulders squared. he was... composed. maybe even too composed for a place like this. you didn’t know him, but there was something about the way he stood—so perfectly still and unwavering—that made you admire him.

the sound of a guard’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you realized it was your turn. you quickly stepped forward, keeping your gaze fixed on the camera ahead, trying not to let the overwhelming feeling of dread consume you. the guards were watching closely, their masked faces impossible to read. the flash of the camera was bright and sudden, blinding you for a split second, but you stayed still. just get through it, you told yourself.

as you walked away from the camera, trying to act like this was just another moment in your life, you noticed nam gyu stepping up for his photo. again, his posture was impeccable, as if he had been through this countless times before. you couldn’t help but think about how... cute he looked. the way his serious expression remained even in such an intense moment made him seem almost otherworldly. he was standing so still, like he was in control of everything around him, and for some reason, that made your heart flutter.

without thinking, the word slipped from your lips. “kiyowo,” you muttered softly, the word almost a reflex at this point, but it felt genuine. you weren’t expecting anyone to hear you—certainly not him. yet, the moment you said it, you saw his eyes flicker toward you, sharp and knowing.

“did you just call me... cute?” his voice was low, and the curiosity in it made your stomach flip. you froze, your heart skipping a beat. you hadn’t meant for him to hear that. your mind raced, unsure of how to react. should you apologize? ignore it? say something else?

he tilted his head slightly, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips, though it wasn’t a full smile. it was just enough to make your heart beat faster. he didn’t seem mad or surprised—just... intrigued.

“uh... yeah,” you stammered, feeling your cheeks warm. “i mean, you looked cute, standing there all serious. i wasn’t expecting that.”

his eyes narrowed slightly, but the way he looked at you wasn’t cold. in fact, it seemed almost... amused. he considered your words for a moment, and the brief silence between you felt heavier than it probably should have.

“serious, huh?” he said, almost like he was thinking out loud. then he glanced around, as if checking that no one else was listening, before speaking again, his tone more playful. “you’re not so bad yourself. i didn’t expect anyone to notice... but you do stand out a little.”

you blinked in surprise. what was he saying? was he complimenting you? you weren’t sure, but it made you feel strange in the best way.

“well, i’ve got to stand out somehow,” you replied, trying to keep the conversation going. “i mean, this place is terrifying. if you don’t show a little confidence, you might as well give up already.”

he looked at you for a long moment, his gaze never leaving yours. something in his eyes softened, just slightly. “confidence, huh? i guess i can see that. most people here would be shaking in their boots by now.”

you laughed nervously, trying not to let the tension of the moment weigh too heavily on you. “well, i don’t know about you, but i’m not planning to be the one who goes out first.”

his expression shifted again, just for a moment. there was something else behind his eyes now, something more genuine. “you’re not bad,” he said, almost as if he was acknowledging you as someone worth remembering. “we’ll see how long that confidence lasts.”

the guard behind him motioned for him to step forward, and nam gyu gave you one last look before moving on. you could have sworn you saw a small, knowing smile before he turned away.

as he disappeared into the next line of players, you felt a strange sense of warmth in your chest. the conversation had been brief, barely more than a few exchanged words, but something about it made you feel... seen. not bad, he’d said. for some reason, those words lingered in your mind as you moved forward, preparing for whatever came next.

despite everything—despite the terrifying reality of what was about to happen—you felt a little more confident than before. maybe you weren’t just another player in the game. maybe you could make it through this. and, just maybe, nam gyu would be someone you wouldn’t forget anytime soon, because little did you know, that one word, kiyowo, would become the foundation of your relationship with him.

[mipmoth]

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[mrs403]

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