MINDNIGHT is a free to play/indie game focused on multiplayer, developed by No Moon and released in 2017.
Inspired by the party games Werewolf and The Resistance, MINDNIGHT is a cyberpunk online social deduction game of deceit, accusations and unpredictability. It challenges your ability to lie and detect others that are trying to be deceptive.
On Steam, it holds a Very Positive rating — 85% positive out of 3K reviews.
Players commonly describe it as Free to Play, Multiplayer, Social Deduction, Strategy and RPG.
A/N: Anon request- Can you write a short fic where your the love interest in a music video for them and you play all of their girlfriend but they dunno ur cheating then they corner you. Ig it could be to like Midnight and then after the shoot u find urself falling for Ashton.
I fell for him during the shoot, but I think the overall idea is still there. Hope you like it! Feel free to give me feedback, guys
And away, and away we go!
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I tried to settle my nerves as I walked towards the set. Trying to make it big in LA as an actress was about to pay off. Okay, so a music video wasn’t necessarily the big time I had imagined for myself, but it was a well-known band.
I had dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt with slip-on shoes, not bothering to do too much appearance wise, knowing production would turn me into the heartthrob leading lady the music video was having me play.
Yeah, my first big time was the love interest in a music video where I was everybody’s love interest. And a cheater… Great, I was creating a bad girl rep. Well, better the girl that screws everyone over than gets screwed over herself.
~~~
“So, you’re the girl, huh?” a voice said behind me.
I turned, pressing a hand to my mouth to covering my chewing, hurriedly swallowing the chips I had just crammed in there. “Mmm, mhm,” I mumbled. “Sorry, hi,” I said to the tall man standing before me. Even if I didn’t recognize him, which I did, the drumsticks clenched in one fist was a dead giveaway. “I’m Y/N. You must be Ashton,” I said, dusting my chip crumbs off my fingers on my jeans before I offered him my hand to shake.
“Ash is fine,” he said, shaking my hand. “Everyone calls me that.”
“Nice to meet you, Ash,” I smiled, feeling my heart race in my chest. I was a lucky girl to play the love interest to this cutie and his equally cute band mates.
“Chips, huh?” he smirked, reaching past me to grab a small handful and put them in his own mouth.
“Eating helps calm my nerves.”
He swallowed and then let out a giggle I was all too familiar with. “Good. We need more actresses who can eat.”
“The industry's tough, and eating disorders are no laughing matter.”
“I wasn’t suggesting otherwise. It’s just normally I spend a lot of time making sure the girls in our videos are eating.”
“Oh, that’s very big brother-y of you. But, I’m good, thanks.”
“Cool. And for the record, you don’t need to be nervous. You’re not shooting any scenes today.”
“I’m not?”
He gave a shake of his head, the single brown lock not obeying the confines of hair product swaying wildly. “Nah, we’re playing the song a few times to get the different angles, figure out which shots were gonna use. Then, tomorrow we’ll do the acting bit.”
I frowned, pulling a script out of my back pocket, flipping through it. “I think I’m supposed to be dancing in those shots.”
He brought a hand to his mouth in thought. “Hmm, maybe. Either way, 1.) don’t be nervous and 2.) you should come out with us tonight when we wrap from the day.”
“Hang out with you? And the rest of your band? Really?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, why not? Builds better on-screen chemistry.”
There was no arguing with that logic. I wanted to do a good job on this, so I’d get more jobs in the future. Plus, it was an offer to hang out with 5SOS. No way I was passing that up.
~~~
“Hey, we’re gonna roll out,” Ashton told me, once we were done for the day.
I wiped a hand across my mouth to catch the water that had spilled out from my too big of a sip of water. “Cool, um, text me the address, and I’ll meet you guys there.”
He scoffed. “Nah, c’mon.”
“I…” I pointed in the direction of my car. “I…”
“They’re making you drive here every day? Cheap fucks… No. I’m putting you up in the hotel with us.”
“I don’t live far…”
“I don’t care. We sometimes work long hours, and you already look exhausted. You’re not driving home every day to get a few hours of sleep when you can stay with us across the street.”
It was true. After dancing around to them playing the same song, even my dancer’s body was wiped. But, his offer was too much. I’d never be able to afford to pay for a hotel for however long this took, and I wasn’t the type to accept help I couldn’t repay “Ashton, you don’t have to do that.”
“It’s Ash, and I know I don’t have to. I want to. Now, c’mon, love interest, let’s hit the town.”
If he kept looking at me like that, my feelings were going to transfer off-screen real fast.
~~~
“You move gracefully,” Calum told me as we sat on the floor of the hotel room a few nights later. “Like it feels natural when I spin you around in our scenes. You’re a nice change of pace from other girls we’ve worked with.”
I laughed, thinking back to earlier. All my scenes with the boys had been different, highlighting the boys’ individual personalities. All of my playful bed scenes with Luke transformed into whatever scene I had with the other boys: dancing with Calum, videogaming with Mike, and a view of the city with Ashton. Each was sensual and playful in it’s own way, and they all transformed into the same sad shot of the boys rolling over in bed hoping to find me. “Thanks,” I said, “You got some moves yourself, Cal.”
“Is that part of your training or whatever? Like they teach that in actress school?” Mike asked.
I laughed. Actress school. “I mean, I majored in theatre arts. But, I went to a regular college. I didn’t go to like Juilliard, or NYADA, or something. Just a regular state school. But, yeah. Part of that education was dance based. Ballet, tap, modern,” I said, checking off all the types of dancing I had done, “Your basic stage stuff.”
“Ballet?” Luke asked.
“Yes, not all of us are magically gifted at lifting our long ass legs in the air while wearing skinny jeans. Some of us have to work at it.”
The blue-eyed blond laughed. It was a cute laugh. He was cute. They were all cute. But my interest was locked on the hazel-eyes man with the boyish giggle.
~~~
“Alright, Y/N,” the director was telling me. “You just locked eyes with all your boyfriends, and they’re realizing that they’ve all been dating you, and that you’ve been playing all of them.”
“So, am I scared?”
“Play it however it feels right to you.”
“10-4, boss man,” I said.
“Alright, places!”
I jumped in place on my mark, shaking out my nerves. This was it. I had been given complete creative control over my character. And she was gonna go for the plot twist that hopefully would translate my on-screen love affair into an off-screen one.
“And action!”
The last chords of the song rang out and the boys- after sharing a look mixed with confusion, then anger- moved from their stage setup and across the floor to me.
I offered a waggle of my fingers as all four men stalked towards me, an “oops?” smile on my lips.
They either glared, rolled their eyes, or crossed their arms as they stopped in front of me.
I shot a wink at them before I closed the distance between Ashton and me. I jumped a little to get my arms around his neck, my legs wrapping around his waist as I planted a kiss on those lips I’d been thinking of kissing for days.
For not expecting this move, Ashton responded in an instant, one arm wrapping under my ass and the other across my back to hold me to him, which is what I expected would happen. What I didn’t expect was for him to kiss me back, his tongue opening my mouth to mingle with mine.
“Alright, cut!” someone called out, but Ashton and I didn’t care. We we’re busy.
“Ashton! Y/N!”
We broke apart then, me still in his arms, both of us breathless and giggling. “Well, that wasn’t in my script,” Ashton told me.
“Improv, my dear boy,” I told him, leaning out of his arms to dip towards the floor, able to support my weight with just my legs around the waist.
“Whoa, there,” he said, dipping with me and bringing us both up, but still not setting me down on my own feet, which was more than fine by me. I liked being in his arms.
“He’s right, Y/N. That wasn’t in the script,” the director was telling me.
“But, we’re keeping it right?” Mike asked, already watching the scene play over on one of the screens.
“Yeah, this shot is gold, mate,” Calum told him.
“Our faces are perfect,” Luke said.
Ashton carried us over to look for ourselves.
I saw myself wink before my body leapt forward at Ashton, his hands instinctively catching me. The shock on his face melted into something that looked like relief, as my lips attached to his, his body relaxing into the kiss. The shock on the other boys’ faces was pure disbelief and then a small shrug of acceptance. It was the perfect unscripted shot. “Oh, that’s going in the finished product,” Ashton said.
The director sighed.
“You said play whatever felt right,” I told him, refusing to let him make me feel bad for my choice. “Showing that I chose one of them felt right. So I chose.”
“You chose? Or your character chose?” Ashton smirked at me.
“Kiss me again off camera, and find out,” I winked.
