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say you remember | 02
idol!minyoongi x writer!reader
SUMMARY: You don’t expect much when your eyes meet his across the café-bar—just a fleeting glance, a moment that should mean nothing. But then there’s another look. And another. Before you know it, you’re tangled up in something that isn’t love, isn’t commitment—just an escape wrapped in late-night encounters and whispered goodbyes.
It’s fine. Until it isn’t.
When feelings start creeping in, you both decide to walk away before things get too complicated. It should have ended there. But fate has other plans. When your friend starts dating Jungkook—his best friend, his bandmate—you find yourself face to face with Yoongi once again.
The past lingers between you, heavy and unresolved. The question is—was it ever really over?
strangers-to-fwb-to-strangers-to-lovers
TRIGGER WARNINGS: jealousy, unresolved past relationships, awkward social interactions, emotional tension, flirtation, suppressed feelings, anxiety, unspoken love, betrayal, unrequited feelings, uncomfortable confrontation, smoking, drinking
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wc: 7k // date: 15th of April 2025
CHAPTER TWO — Drowning in the Silence Between Us; happy reading my gummies...
AN: hii guys. im so excited for this chapter, i LOVE it. it's so funny. like, i'm over here cackling like a mad person. it's honestly kinda self projecting but oh well, i'm embracing it. who needs boundaries when you're writing, right?
also, just to clear things up, y/n's book dear me is in no way connected with my jungkook fic dear me (imagine the drama if it was). it's just that i couldn’t think of a name for her book, so i just borrowed the name from one of my own fics. i promise i'm not secretly inserting my own universe into this. but yeah, dear me in this fic is y/n's book and it's all original with her own characters. okay, enjoy the chaos.
also, goal for this chapter is 250 notes. i am not lowering it this time. i fed you well with this one, 7k words after all, so if you want a new meal, y'all will have to work for it. get those notes in!
"Remind me again why we still don't know his name?" Chul asks, flatly, as he sets down three steaming mugs with the precision of a tired barista.
"Because it's still new," Aecha says, wrapping her hands around her cup. "And I want it to stay good before I jinx it by saying too much. You know how it goes—tell people, suddenly the whole thing collapses like a cheap tent."
You narrow your eyes, flicking ash off your cigarette with a pointed look. "People? Are we people to you now? Damn. And here I thought we made it past that stage."
Aecha just shrugs, a mischievous smile playing at the corner of her lips.
"It’s not just that, though," you go on, leaning forward. "It’s like you're actively enjoying this whole mystery-man act. Like you want us to suffer trying to figure out who he is."
"Maybe I do," she says, taking another sip. "You two make great detectives when you're desperate."
Chul groans, flopping onto the couch. "Great. So now we’re just part of your little game."
"You’ve always been part of my little game," she says with a wink.
"You see how little she thinks of us?" you say, shooting Chul a look of betrayal.
Chul nods with theatrical disappointment, letting out a long, dramatic sigh as he leans back in his chair. "Our own goddamn roommate. Best friend, even. And we’re apparently not worthy of a name."
"Ugh, it’s not like that," Aecha groans, setting her mug down with a soft clink. "It’s just… complicated, okay? You’ll understand when you meet him."
You raise an eyebrow. "Yeah? If we ever get to meet him. At this rate, you’ll be married with two kids before we even know his star sign."
"It would be nice to know who we’re meeting at least," Chul adds, more gently now. "Y’know, in case he’s a serial killer or a tax evader or something."
Aecha snorts. "He’s not a serial killer. Or a tax evader."
"That’s exactly what someone dating a serial killer would say," you deadpan, taking a slow drag of your cigarette.
"Oh, oh—wait. I have a theory," you say, tapping your fingers against the edge of the small wooden table. It’s sticky. "Ugh. Chul, seriously? Did you skip cleaning duty again?"
"Creative minds don't clean," Chul mumbles, unbothered.
You roll your eyes. "Anyway. Theory time. What if he's, like, a dealer? Or—wait—a vampire baby? Be honest, Aecha. Is your man an immortal bloodsucker with a side hustle in illegal substances? Because if so, I support you, I just need to emotionally prepare."
Aecha snorts into her coffee. "He is not a dealer. Or a vampire. God, what even is a vampire baby?"
"You know… baby-faced. Pale. Broody. Hangs out in corners. Likes antique furniture." You gesture vaguely, like you're describing a wine.
"Still no," Aecha says, but her smile slips just a little. "But I will say... he’s not exactly someone I can just go around telling people I’m dating."
You and Chul exchange glances.
"Jesus, who is he then?" Chul says, leaning forward with his chin on his hand. "C’mon, babe. All this secrecy is exhausting. You’re wearing us down like some kind of psychological warfare expert."
Aecha just shrugs again, lips curving into that maddening, knowing smile. "Good things come to those who wait.”
"Aaand, c’mon, guys," Aecha sighs, blowing on her coffee before taking a small sip. "It’s not like I’m keeping you waiting forever. For fuck’s sake, you’ll be meeting him—and his closest friends—tonight."
Chul’s eyes narrow, a slow, wicked grin forming. Then, in a low, ominous whisper, he leans in toward you. "Imagine they’re a group of human traffickers... and Aecha’s just their charming recruiter."
You snort. "Okay, that’s a little too specific, Chul."
"I’m just saying," he continues, eyes wide with mock horror, "if I end up stuffed in a trunk or smuggled across borders, I want it on record that she brought me to this dinner."
"No, but seriously?" you add, more dramatic than necessary. "I’m telling my mother where I’m going. If I disappear, she will avenge me."
"God, you’re both insane," Aecha mutters, laughing into her cup.
"Insane but prepared," Chul says. "That’s how survivors think.”
The fact that Aecha won’t even tell you her boyfriend’s name is… mildly weird. Actually, scratch that—it’s very weird. She’s never been the secretive type. If anything, she’s the kind of person who gives you the full name, zodiac sign, and three red flags of any guy she’s crushing on—whether it's someone she matched with for five minutes or actually dated for five weeks.
So the silence now? The mystery? It’s not just out of character—it’s loud.
Whoever this guy is, he must matter. Like, really matter. Either that, or something about him makes things complicated. And that? That makes you uneasy.
The idea of Aecha dating an idol has crossed your mind more than once. And honestly, that would be a solid reason to keep things secret. It makes sense. It fits.
But you try not to go there. Because you know. You know how messy it gets when people get tangled up in that world—the kind of dynamic that drains you, strips your privacy, and leaves you more alone than you were to begin with. The pressure, the lies, the heartbreak that's practically guaranteed.
So you don’t think about it. Or at least you try not to. It's easier to joke about vampire boyfriends or underground crime syndicates than to face a possibility that actually makes sense. A possibility that could genuinely hurt her.
Especially with her job—working in the digital marketing team at SM Entertainment—she’s in it. Right there, in the orbit of fame and its gravitational mess. And the odds of her meeting someone who lives in that spotlight? High. Too high.
And that’s what makes it worse.
"Aight, I gotta bounce. My shift starts in 45 minutes and I actually wanna keep this job," Chul groans, tossing back the last sip of lukewarm coffee like it’s tequila.
He gets up, drags himself to the sink, and starts washing his cup with the enthusiasm of a man being held at gunpoint.
"Wow," you say, raising an eyebrow. "Look who finally discovered the kitchen sink."
"I’m only doing this so you don’t go full FBI on me about it later," he mutters.
"That’s called growth, baby."
"Okay, don’t forget dinner!" Aecha calls out as he wrestles with his shoelaces like they personally offended him. "8PM sharp. LaRoy’s. If you're late, I’m telling them you died."
"Relax," he grunts, halfway into his hoodie. "I’ll be there. But just so we’re clear—if this turns out to be some cult initiation dinner, I’m eating first, then running."
"That’s fair," you nod. "Die with a full stomach. Iconic."
"Also, if I get kidnapped, I’m haunting you both. And I’m not gonna be a chill ghost. I’ll whisper embarrassing shit during your Zoom calls."
"Joke’s on you, I already embarrass myself daily," you shrug. "You’d be background noise."
"Love the support, really. Bye, losers."
And with that, he’s gone—probably already mentally composing his resignation letter.
When Chul leaves, it’s just you and Aecha again.
She’s immediately back on her phone, nails tapping out soft clicks against the screen—the kind of ASMR sound that weirdly soothes your brain. She’s smiling. Small, but there. The kind of smile reserved for someone. Mystery Man.
You don’t poke at her this time. Instead, you open your laptop, skimming through the last chapter you wrote, wincing at some of your word choices like they personally betrayed you.
"What are you doing today?" Aecha asks without looking up, but you can tell she’s peeled her eyes away from the screen just enough to look at you.
You sigh. "Writing. Or dying. Depends how dramatic I feel in an hour. I have to finish at least one chapter today or else both my editor and publisher are going to show up at my funeral just to make sure I’m really dead."
"Damn," she laughs, "at least you're being emotionally tortured by something you love."
"Yeah, yeah," you mutter. "I do love it. I just hate the part where I have to prove I'm not a lazy roach every three days. But don’t worry, I’ll be there for dinner. There’s no way I’m missing the grand reveal of Mr. No-Name."
"Good," Aecha says, biting back a grin. "I’ll be with him today. He’s got the day off—those are basically unicorn sightings. I’ll get ready at his place."
You gape. "Wait, so I’m stuck getting ready with Chul? Girl, you know he’s gonna stand in the doorway and trash all my outfit options like he’s a one-man 'Project Runway' judge panel."
"Oh absolutely," Aecha says, nodding. "You should prepare a backup outfit he picks. Just for the chaos."
"He’d probably put me in Crocs and a poncho just to see me suffer."
"And you’d still serve."
You glance up from your laptop. "I would, wouldn’t I?”
"Of course you would," Aecha grins, all smug and mysterious.
And then? Silence. The kind where you’re both in your little bubbles—her giggling at her phone like it’s whispering sweet nothings, and you glaring at your laptop like it just slapped your mom.
You’re trying to write. You really are. But this one scene is being stubborn. No matter how many times you rewrite it, it still reads like garbage written by a sleep-deprived raccoon with WiFi.
Your eye twitches.
Then—RING RING.
"Shit, he’s here?!" Aecha yelps, launching off the couch like she just sat on a ghost. She’s grabbing her purse, her wallet, a random sock, possibly someone’s toothbrush—you’re not even sure anymore.
"Wait, where is here?" you ask, blinking through the chaos.
"Here-here! Like, downstairs-here! Picking-me-up-here!" she hisses, as she smacks on lipstick with the grace of someone who's clearly done this in moving vehicles before.
"Damn, thank god you’re chill about it," you say, watching the storm unfold.
"Shut up," she breathes, checking herself in the mirror like she’s about to accept an Oscar.
She turns to you, one shoe on, purse hanging half open, still looking criminally good. "Okay, I’m leaving. See you tonight, babe!"
"Byeeeeee," you sing, and wait exactly 2.4 seconds after the door shuts before sprinting to the window like you’re in a Netflix thriller.
Full. Detective. Mode.
If she won’t tell you who this guy is, you’re gonna Nancy Drew your way into the answer.
You peek through the blinds—subtle, of course. Very stealth. But all you see is a car.
A very nice car.
A sexy, blacked-out, borderline Batman-looking Mercedes G 63 S.
You whistle under your breath. “Sir, what do you do for a living? And can I do it too?”
The windows are tinted darker than your search history. There’s no way to see inside. Just Aecha getting in, flipping her hair like this is her life now and the rest of you peasants can stay pressed.
The car glides away like it’s floating on money.
You stand there, blinking, brain already spiraling. Rich? Idol? CEO? Cult leader with good branding?
You sigh and flop back down on the couch.
“Good for her,” you mumble. “Eat the rich. Or at least… ride in their cars and moisturize with their money.”
You spend the rest of your day in the most unproductive, soul-crushing spiral imaginable. The kind of spiral where you stare at your laptop for so long, the blinking cursor starts to feel like it’s mocking you. Blink. Blink. You suck. Blink.
You write half a sentence. Delete it. Write a new one. Delete that too. Open Instagram. Hate everyone. Go back to the doc. Stare at the same three words for twenty minutes.
Your brain is soup. Not even good soup. Like watery instant ramen you forgot to flavor.
At one point, you dramatically flop face-down onto the couch and heavily consider committing one of two crimes:
One: Emailing your editor a resignation letter that just says "goodbye forever."
Two: Getting blackout drunk and letting the creative spirits possess you.
Option two is dangerously tempting. Tequila does make you poetic. But… you’re going to a dinner tonight. With Aecha’s mystery man and his friends. The man who drives a car that probably costs more than your organs combined.
You want to be sober. Observant. Ready to judge.
Because listen—if the man owns a Mercedes G 63 S, you know he’s dropping at least a couple hundred on wine tonight. You refuse to let his overpriced bottle taste like grape vinegar just because you had a solo pity party before dinner.
So you wait. Like a sad wife staring out the window for her husband at war. Except the war is Chul’s corporate shift and the husband is your emotional stability.
“Where the hell is he…” you mutter, tapping your pen against your notebook.
You have no idea what you’re wearing tonight. You have no mental energy to figure it out. You need Chul. You need his critiques, his sighs of disappointment, his dramatic gasp when you suggest wearing sneakers.
God help you if he comes home late. Or worse—if he says he’s too tired to help.
You might genuinely cry.
When the door finally creaks open, you let out a sigh of dramatic relief, like a damsel rescued from a burning building.
“I’m baaack!” Chul calls, dragging out the vowels. You hear the familiar thud of shoes being kicked off and keys clattering into the bowl by the door before he saunters into the living room like he owns the place—which, okay, partially, he does.
He takes one look at you, curled up on the couch like a cryptid, laptop half-slid down your lap, face twisted in literary despair.
“You writing?” he asks, already suspicious.
“Trying to,” you mumble, eyes still glued to the cursed blinking cursor.
He squints at you. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“Not at all.”
He flops down beside you with a grunt, grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it like it personally owes him money.
“Is it like… ‘I can’t write because I’m empty inside’ trying? Or ‘I can’t write because I accidentally stalked Aecha’s mystery man via car model and now my brain is fried’ trying?”
You blink at him.
“Both.”
“Knew it. You’re a menace.”
You groan, sinking deeper into the couch. “He drives a G 63 S, Chul. What kind of man does that? What kind of bank account does that?”
Chul gasps. “A dangerous one. Probably moisturizes with La Mer and screams at assistants named Greg.”
You both sit in silence for a moment, processing the sheer luxury of the situation.
“…We have to look hot tonight.” you mutter.
Chul tosses the pillow aside like it’s a grenade. “I’ll get the steamer.”
The next two hours turn into a full-blown getting ready montage, complete with outfit changes, near-death experiences with the eyelash curler, and Chul nearly setting the apartment on fire trying to steam his shirt.
By the time you’re done, you look like a Pinterest board brought to life. Your makeup is peak clean girl aesthetic—dewy skin, fluffy brows, and just the right amount of highlighter to make it look like you're always basking in golden hour. Your hair is curled to soft, effortless perfection (even though it took 45 minutes and one minor burn), and your white, off-shoulder dress hugs your body like it was custom-made for night.
Chul, on the other hand, looks like he walked straight out of a K-drama. He’s wearing these dangerously good khaki dress pants that somehow make his legs look ten feet long, and a white button-up that he very intentionally left two buttons undone. It’s giving “CEO with a tragic past”, and honestly? If he wasn’t so aggressively gay, you'd have jumped him in the hallway by now.
“Do I look hot?” he asks, spinning slowly.
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Tragic,” he sighs, spritzing himself with cologne like he’s about to go on a date with destiny.
The ride to the restaurant is weirdly silent. You and Chul keep exchanging glances like you’re in a horror movie where the monster is definitely hiding in plain sight. Both of you are too nervous to say anything out loud, like the car itself might snitch to Aecha.
When you finally step inside LaRoy’s, the first thing that hits you is how insanely gorgeous the place is. It’s giving Michelin star meets royalty on vacation. Golden chandeliers, velvet chairs, waiters with actual white gloves. You’re about to comment on it when—
“Wait... where is everyone?” Chul whispers.
And yeah. That’s when it hits you. The place is completely empty. Not a single other customer in sight. Just you, Chul, and an unsettling level of ambiance.
Chul and you exchange the we’re-definitely-about-to-die look.
Then, a pristine-looking hostess materializes out of nowhere like she was programmed to show up at maximum tension.
“Chul and Y/N?”
You both answer in unison, way too synchronized for comfort:
“Yes.”
“Right this way.”
You follow her through the overly quiet restaurant like you’re walking toward your own funeral. You glance at Chul, who is now casually patting down his hair and silently mouthing, ‘We’re so screwed’.
And then—you see her.
Aecha. Sitting at a massive round table like she owns the damn place. She’s already mid-laugh when she spots you two, and her smile somehow manages to get bigger. Like she's been waiting for this exact moment of dramatic entrance.
You don’t know if you should wave or run. Probably both.
And then you see the hand.
That hand—casually draped over Aecha’s shoulder, a silent claim.
You already know where this is going, but it doesn’t stop the twist in your stomach when you finally see who’s sitting next to her.
Jeon Jungkook.
Your breath hitches, and for a moment, you freeze. You don’t even care about the fact that he’s ridiculously good-looking, or how the room feels like it’s just a bit too bright. No. What hits you like a freight train is that if he’s here...
Yoongi is, too.
Fuck.
You don’t even need to look around the table to know. The feeling crawls up your spine like a warning signal, one that you’ve tried to ignore for years, but here it is, loud and unavoidable. The tightness in your chest. The pulse of nausea that makes you want to choke on your own breath.
You can’t look at Jungkook. You can’t.
Because if you do, the truth slaps you right across the face, and it’s one you’ve been running from. Jungkook is just a mess of questions you don’t care to have answered. But Yoongi? Yoongi’s the reason your heart beats too fast, why you’re still tangled in memories you should have let go of.
And then you see him.
Jesus.
The way his eyes land on you is like it’s been years since you last saw each other—and honestly, that's the truth. Two years. Two years passed. The ache that pulls at your ribs, the rawness that floods you, is something you thought had faded into oblivion. You thought you were over it.
But it’s never that easy, is it?
Chul notices immediately, the shift in your expression, the way your posture changes, rigid as though you’ve been frozen by some invisible force. His hand rests on your arm gently, a silent question. But what can you say? What can you explain without laying it all bare in front of people who have no idea about your history with him?
And you know it’s not just the fact that Yoongi is here—it’s that feeling. That damn ache that never really goes away. The past flooding back to suffocate you in this room full of people who have no clue what’s going on in your head.
You can’t breathe.
You’re not ready for this. You weren’t ready to see him again. Not like this. Not with Chul looking at you like he’s wondering if you’re okay.
But Yoongi? Yoongi’s eyes stay locked on yours. No words. No movement. Just that look. The one that says everything, even though it says nothing at all.
It’s like he’s still inside you. Like nothing has changed. You’re right back there, a thousand moments too many.
And it hits you—the final realization that this dinner isn’t just awkward. It’s a damn reminder of all the unfinished business you wish you could bury.
You’ve never felt so out of control.
“Oh my God, hi guys,” Aecha stands up with that familiar sparkle in her eye, wrapping you in a hug that feels tighter than usual. You hug her back, but your hands are clammy, your heart heavy in your chest. The warmth in her smile is real—but you can’t match it right now. Not with everything pressing down on you.
You force a breath as your gaze flickers over the table. You skip him. You skip Yoongi. On purpose.
Your hand finds the hem of your dress, discreetly wiping off the sweat as you steel yourself to be polite. Presentable. Normal.
Jungkook stands to greet you, that signature sweetness etched into every corner of his face. “Hey, I’m Jungkook,” he says, extending his hand. He doesn’t know. You see it immediately. There’s no recognition of your history—only curiosity, maybe a spark of interest, but nothing more.
You shake his hand, offering a small smile. “Nice to meet you.” Chul introduces himself too, and Jungkook lights up, immediately vibing with him, which helps, a little. The rest of the guys are friendly, laid-back. They smile, say their names, nod politely. It should feel normal.
But then.
He stands.
And everything slows.
“Min Yoongi,” he says evenly, his tone smooth and familiar in the worst way. He extends his hand, and for a moment you freeze. You think about ignoring it. About pretending. But that would draw too much attention—especially with Aecha watching so closely.
So you take it.
Your name slips from your mouth like it doesn’t belong to you. Like it’s a line from a script you’ve forgotten how to feel.
His skin is warm. You wish it wasn’t.
It lasts no more than a second. But when you sit down, your whole body feels altered.
Chul’s next, his handshake with Yoongi stiffer, his eyes avoiding yours. You don’t need to ask to know—he’s silently panicking. He knows everything. And you’re both trying to act like nothing happened, like Yoongi and you didn’t ruin each other once and then vanish from each other's worlds.
Namjoon watches. Quietly. Sharp eyes missing nothing.
You wonder if Yoongi gave him the full truth. Or just enough to keep him quiet.
Either way—this dinner is going to suck.
You settle into your chairs, side by side like you're bracing for impact. On your right sits Kim Taehyung, draped in luxury like it's a second skin, sipping water like it's champagne. On Chul’s left, Yoongi is already sprawled in his chair, legs stretched out like he’d rather be anywhere but here.
Honestly? Mood.
You flick your eyes at Chul. He looks like he’s debating whether to throw up or chug the complimentary sparkling water. No in-between.
“Sooo,” Chul finally speaks, voice artificially light. “Give us the story of how you two met. Like okay, you’re dating him,” he points a thumb at Jungkook, “but you work for SM, not HYBE.”
Aecha beams, clearly ready for this part. “It was during a promotional event the guys were at. I was there handling digital strategy for EXO, and Jungkook was invited as a guest and—”
“She was holding an iPad like it was a weapon,” Jungkook cuts in with a laugh, eyes crinkling. “I was just trying to ask where the restrooms were, and she looked at me like I was trying to hack the mainframe.”
“I did,” Aecha says dramatically. “He walked up all shy like, ‘Excuse me—’ and I was like, ‘Do not distract me, I’m in the middle of an algorithmic miracle.’”
“Which turned out to be a TikTok schedule,” Jungkook deadpans.
“Hey. That TikTok trended for three days. I saved Baekhyun’s brand.”
They’re laughing. Everyone at the table joins in. Except you.
And Yoongi.
Taehyung leans a little closer, eyes twinkling. “So what about you two?” he asks innocently, gesturing between you and Chul.
“We’re not together,” you and Chul say in perfect sync, too quickly, like soldiers trained for battle.
“Oh,” Taehyung blinks. “I mean—okay.”
“Yeah,” Chul coughs, “I’m very gay and she’s very… emotionally unavailable.”
“Thanks for that,” you mutter, shooting him a glare.
“What? You are.”
“Okay but you once cried because the guy you liked didn’t like The 1975.”
“Because he had no taste,” Chul hisses back.
Namjoon snorts into his glass. Yoongi remains silent. You can feel him, though—his presence heavier than anything on the menu. He hasn’t looked at you once. Not since the handshake. But you know he’s listening. You know.
Aecha smiles brightly. “Isn’t this nice? Everyone vibing already!”
You glance at her, then at Yoongi’s shoulder half a meter away from yours. You're practically inhaling the same air and pretending he’s a stranger.
Yeah.
Nice.
Totally vibing.
“So,” Aecha starts, swirling her wine like she didn’t just drop a social grenade, “What’s everyone getting? The truffle risotto is apparently divine.”
You reach for the menu like it might shield you from the tension building beside you. Yoongi still hasn’t spoken. Still hasn’t looked at you. It’s like sitting next to a ghost you used to let touch you.
Chul nudges your knee under the table. You don’t look at him, but you know he’s silently asking if you’re okay. You’re not. But you nod anyway.
“I’ll probably get the steak,” Jungkook says. “Haven’t eaten properly all day.”
“Of course you haven’t,” Taehyung mutters. “You only drink iced americanos and chew gum like it’s a food group.”
“I’m a busy man.”
“You’re chronically late.”
“Still busy.”
Yoongi finally speaks. “Get the steak rare,” he mutters without looking up, “They overcook everything past medium.”
His voice. It slashes through the air like a knife dipped in nostalgia and regret. You freeze for half a second. Just half. But Chul notices.
“Ohhh, steak boy speaks,” Taehyung says dramatically.
Yoongi doesn’t respond. Just drinks his water.
“So, Yoongi,” Aecha smiles, “still working on that solo album?”
He nods once. “Yeah.”
“How’s it going?” she asks sweetly.
“Like a root canal. But with synths.”
The table laughs. You don’t. You remember what he sounds like at 3am talking about chord progressions and bridges like they’re living things. You remember that look in his eyes when he finished a song and asked you to listen first. You remember a version of him that smiled at you across a messy bed, not across a dinner table full of other people.
You sip your wine. You need something stronger.
Namjoon clears his throat. “So, Y/N,” he says, forcing a new topic, “Aecha said you’re a writer?”
You blink. “Uh, yeah. I write romance.”
“Like… smut?”
Taehyung leans in, curious. Too curious.
Chul coughs loudly. “Not just smut.”
“I mean… a little smut,” you admit, shrugging, because what else are you gonna do? Lie?
“That’s dope,” Jungkook grins, nodding. “That takes guts.”
Yoongi still doesn’t say anything.
“I read one of her books once,” Chul announces, like he’s proud. “Couldn’t look her in the eye for a week.”
“Because you read the scene,” you mutter.
“Oh, you know I read the scene.”
“Wait,” Taehyung interrupts, eyes wide. “Do you base your characters on real people?”
You open your mouth to answer, but before anything leaves your lips, Yoongi suddenly stands.
“I’m gonna smoke,” he mutters, already walking away before anyone can respond.
Silence follows in his wake. Chul clears his throat.
“I’d say he’s always like that but… he’s not.” Jimin sighs into his wine.
You stab at your salad like it insulted your lineage.
And Aecha, bless her clueless soul, just smiles and says, “Maybe I will get that risotto.”
When Yoongi comes back, the conversation is already flowing. The wine’s been poured (maybe a little too generously), the bread basket is on its second refill, and you’re three laughs deep into a story with Jin and Taehyung.
You didn’t dare follow him outside. Nope. Not a chance. You weren’t about to chase a ghost into the night like it’s some 2014 Tumblr breakup playlist.
So you stayed, committed to the bit, committed to pretending your past isn’t three chairs away and brooding in black. Well he was smoking outside. But you get the point.
And now? You’re vibing.
“Wait, you’re telling me you were the one who wrote Dear Me?” Taehyung says, eyes wide like you just told him you invented bread.
You nod, sipping your wine like it’s a mic drop.
“That would be me.”
“NO.” His jaw is dropped. “No no no. That book ruined my entire week. I didn't leave my room. I didn't eat.”
Jin leans forward dramatically. “I read that one. I didn’t come out of my room for three days after that. Why is it so fucking sad?”
You grin. “It’s called talent. Look it up.”
Jin places a hand over his heart like you stabbed him. “Do you thrive on making your readers cry?”
“I mean…” You shrug. “A little. It’s character development. For you, not the characters.”
“Twisted,” Taehyung mumbles. “You need therapy.”
“And yet here you are, emotionally wrecked and asking for more.”
“You’re dangerous,” Jin points at you. “You’re like one of those hot witches in fantasy novels who curse people with heartbreak and then look hot doing it.”
You raise your glass. “Cheers.”
That’s when you feel it—him.
Yoongi slides back into his chair, and even though you don’t look at him, you know. You know from the slight shift in the table. The way the energy dips by ten degrees. The way Chul subtly straightens up like he might have to go full bodyguard in two seconds.
“So,” Namjoon says, like he’s stepping between a lit fuse and a barrel of gunpowder, “Yoongi, did you smoke the entire pack or just half?”
“Depends,” Yoongi replies flatly. “Did the conversation get better while I was gone?”
“Oh,” Jin grins, “way better. She wrote Dear Me.”
Yoongi stills. You don’t look at him. But you hear it in the pause. The inhale. The weight of a book title that he knows isn’t fiction.
“That book,” Jin continues, oblivious, “is basically emotional waterboarding.”
Yoongi takes a slow sip of his drink. “Sounds familiar.”
Your hand tightens around your glass. So we’re doing this. We’re being subtle.
“It’s fiction,” you say brightly. “Totally made up. Not a single shred of truth in it.”
Yoongi finally glances at you, eyes sharp. “Right. Fiction.”
Taehyung, bless his heart, frowns. “Wait. Is this about that scene with the voicemail? ‘Cause that—”
Chul loudly coughs and drops his fork.
“Anyway,” he says, “Jungkook, how’s your dog?”
Jungkook blinks. “Uhh… he’s good?”
“Great. Cool. Let’s talk more about that.”
The table dissolves into messy conversation again, everyone just a little too loud, a little too animated. You finally risk a glance at Yoongi. He’s looking at you, of course.
And beneath the casual disinterest, his eyes say it loud and clear:
You really thought I wouldn’t recognize myself in your pages?
You take another sip of wine and look away.
You were the one who told me to write what I know.
“Sooo,” Taehyung sings, one eyebrow cocked and eyes glittering as they dart to you. His voice alone is dangerous—smooth and teasing, the kind that could talk you into trouble without breaking a sweat. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
You pause mid-sip, arching a brow. “Umm, I’m pretty sure Chul already mentioned my emotional unavailability.”
Across the table, Chul snorts. “That’s an understatement.”
“Maybe,” Taehyung leans in a little, resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his palm, “we can work on that one.”
You blink. “What, my issues?”
“No,” he grins, wolfish and playful. “Your availability.”
Hoseok doesn’t look up from cutting his steak, but his fork slows. “Taehyung.”
“What?” Taehyung says innocently, eyes still trained on you. “We’re just talking. I’m curious. I like to connect with people.”
“Yeah, well maybe let her breathe before you start undressing her with your eyes,” Jimin mutters, sipping his wine.
“Oh please,” you roll your eyes, “let him. I put effort into this dress.”
“Exactly,” Taehyung points at you. “You wore it for a reason, don’t lie.”
You lean back, smirking. “I wore it for the free wine, actually.”
Yoongi mutters under his breath, “Still desperate for the buzz, huh?”
You don’t even look at him. “Still pretending like you’re too good for anything fun, huh?”
There’s a pause. A weird pause.
And then Jungkook narrows his eyes between the two of you. “Wait. Hold on. You two know each other?”
Namjoon’s knife slips and scrapes against his plate with a loud screech. Chul straight up drops his fork.
You blink slowly, forcing a tight-lipped smile. “Define know.”
“I knew it,” Taehyung leans forward, eyes wide with delight.
“No, no, no, it’s not like that,” Chul jumps in, hands raised like he’s waving off a scandal. “They… uh, they were in a workshop together.”
You shoot him a look. A “really?” kind of look.
Namjoon nods way too fast. “Yeah. Yeah! Like two years ago. They had a, uh… poetry workshop?”
“Poetry?” Jin asks, clearly unconvinced. “Yoongi?”
Yoongi just stares blankly at the table like he’s counting down the seconds till he can leave.
“Yep,” Namjoon barrels forward. “Modern poetry. Tuesdays and Thursdays, 8 a.m. Real intense syllabus.”
“Exactly,” Chul laughs awkwardly. “Like, Emily Dickinson, Rupi Kaur… very deep.”
“I dropped out after three weeks,” Yoongi says flatly.
“Oh,” Jungkook says, squinting at him, then at you. “And you stayed in?”
You nod, cheeks warm. “Loved every second of it.”
Taehyung’s trying not to laugh. “Okay, sure. What was your favorite poem?”
You deadpan, “The one about heartbreak and regret.”
Yoongi mutters under his breath, “Original.”
You snap back, “At least I read something.”
Chul loudly clears his throat. “So, um, wine! Should we order another bottle?”
Namjoon nearly slams his glass down. “Yes. Definitely. Someone flag a waiter.”
Taehyung hums, still eyeing you like he’s crafting a sonnet in his head. “Tell you what—if we survive this night, I’m taking you out. No emotional unavailability allowed.”
You raise a brow. “And what if I ghost you after?”
He smirks. “Then I’ll write a sad poem and hope it gets published. Sound familiar?”
Jimin jumps in, glancing at Chul. “So what is going on with you two, huh?”
“We’re roommates,” Chul replies, deadpan.
“Roommates who get ready together for dinner like it’s prom night?” Yoongi mutters, not even looking up from his glass.
“Dude. I already said—I’m into men. I like penises. Hope this helps.”
The entire table erupts.
Taehyung nearly falls out of his chair laughing. Jin bangs the table. Namjoon mutters, “I needed that level of honesty today.”
Jungkook wheezes, “I’m framing that quote.”
Meanwhile, you're crying from laughter and embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands. “God, Chul, you’re so dramatic.”
“I’m not dramatic, I’m just tired of being confused for your boyfriend when I’m actively fantasizing about Park Seojoon,” Chul fires back.
Jimin, without even looking up from his plate, goes, “Honestly, mood.”
Jin wipes a tear from his eye. “Okay, fair. Penises. Got it.”
Taehyung raises his glass toward Chul. “To penises.”
Everyone clinks their glasses—except you, still dying inside.
“So,” Namjoon says, pointing his chopsticks at you like they’re a lie detector, “are you working on something new?”
You freeze mid-sip of your wine. “Uhh… kinda yeah.”
“Okay, so that’s a yes, but it’s going terribly,” Jin interprets, nodding sagely.
You sigh, dramatically collapsing back in your chair. “It’s like… my brain is a hamster wheel. Except the hamster died. And now the wheel is just creaking ominously in the wind.”
Taehyung gasps. “That’s so dark. I love it. Can I be the dead hamster?”
“Please,” you deadpan, “be my guest.”
Namjoon chuckles. “So it’s writer’s block?”
“Big time. Like, I’ve stared at a blank document for so long, I think it’s starting to stare back.”
Chul chimes in, “I found her today whispering ‘just one sentence’ to her laptop like it owed her money.”
“It does owe me money,” you say, poking at your food. “And dignity.”
Aecha grins. “Have you tried turning it off and crying?”
Yoongi mutters, “That’s my approach to life, honestly.”
“Oh my god, same,” you say, raising your glass toward him.
Taehyung, ever the opportunist, leans in with a flirty glint in his eye. “Maybe you just need some fresh inspiration.”
You raise a brow. “Are you volunteering?”
“I mean…” he shrugs, smirking. “I do look good in tragic love stories.”
“Tragic is right,” Yoongi mumbles under his breath.
Namjoon laughs. “Okay, okay—can we please get a live reading if she ever finishes it?”
You scoff. “Only if you promise not to cry.”
“I make no such promises,” Namjoon says, holding up his hands. “According to Tae and Jin, you write pain too well.”
Taehyung leans in again, this time resting his chin on his hand, eyes twinkling. “I’m serious. Write something hopeful. Like a tortured writer meets a charming stranger in a too-fancy restaurant. Sparks fly. Banter ensues. Maybe a little—” he pauses, eyes flickering to your lips, “—tension.”
You chuckle, but you feel the heat creep up your neck. “What are you trying to do, cast yourself as the love interest?”
Jin jumps in, laughing. “Please, the man’s been auditioning since the appetizers.”
“Can you blame me?” Taehyung says dramatically. “She’s hot, she’s funny, and she writes angst that emotionally ruins people. I’m practically in love already.”
Yoongi’s fork clinks a little too hard against his plate.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow, sensing the shift. “You okay, hyung?”
Yoongi shrugs, not looking up. “Just didn’t realize we were casting for a romcom tonight.”
“You wanna audition too?” Jin grins. “Could be a love triangle.”
“I don’t do love triangles,” Yoongi mutters, swirling his drink. “Too messy.”
Chul snorts. “Says the guy who practically invented emotional mess but ‘make it music’.”
You glance at him, curious, but Yoongi doesn’t take the bait. Instead, his eyes flicker up and lock with yours for a split second—just long enough for your breath to catch.
Taehyung doesn’t miss it, and he grins wider, leaning closer to you. “Well, if it were a love triangle, I’d fight dirty.”
“Oh my god,” Chul groans. “This is officially a Wattpad fic now.”
“Shut up,” you say, biting your lip to hold back a smile.
Taehyung winks. “I’ll be waiting for my cameo in chapter five.”
Aecha leans forward, swirling her wine lazily. “Yoongi, didn’t you say you’ve been dealing with a block too?”
Yoongi gives a slow nod, jaw ticking slightly. “Yeah. It’s been rough. But, you know… it comes with the territory. It’s part of the process, unfortunately.”
You glance at him, eyebrows raising slightly as he continues.
“I’m not really in a rush, though. The next album isn’t coming out until next year anyway. D-Day’s still pretty fresh. Still got some breathing room.”
Aecha perks up instantly. “Oh my God, D-Day! We were obsessed. The three of us actually had a whole listening party when it dropped. Like, wine, snacks, full breakdowns of lyrics... tears.”
“Mostly Chul’s tears,” you chime in, smirking.
“I stand by them,” Chul says dramatically. “'Amygdala' had me pacing the hallway like a divorced man in a drama.”
Yoongi chuckles, soft and genuine. “Happy to hear D-Day landed.”
“And by ‘landed,’ he means it sucker-punched us in the gut and left us on the floor,” you mutter.
“Good,” Yoongi says, a tiny smirk playing at his lips. “That’s the goal.”
For a second, his eyes flick to yours. And something lingers there—quiet, unspoken, and just slightly bruised.
You don’t look away. Not yet.
“We actually went to the concert too,” Aecha says, casually lifting her wine glass.
Jungkook gasps, clutching his chest like she just betrayed him. “You didn’t tell me about this? You attended my hyung’s concert without me?”
“You didn’t even know me back then, Kook,” Aecha laughs, nudging his shoulder. “It was, like, peak fangirl era.”
Yoongi raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You were there?” he asks, looking at all three of you—but his gaze lands and lingers on you.
Your stomach flips. “Yeah, we were,” you say, carefully meeting his eyes. “It was… incredible.”
His expression softens, just a little. “Huh. Didn’t expect that.”
“We cried,” Chul announces dramatically, raising a hand. “Like, real tears. Especially her.” He jerks his thumb toward you.
You shoot him a look. “Chul, please.”
“I’m just saying,” he shrugs, grinning. “Some of us may or may not have said ‘he’s a genius’ in the middle of the second chorus.”
Yoongi’s lips twitch, that almost-smile threatening to show itself again. “Good to know I had such a poetic impact.”
You smile faintly, and something about the way he looks at you—like he's trying to read a secret you never meant to share—makes your throat tighten just a little.
Yoongi takes a slow sip of his drink, eyes still on you, like he’s trying to decide if he should say something or let the silence speak instead. He goes with the second option—until Taehyung interrupts.
“So, Y/N,” Taehyung leans in, smirking, “did you fall in love with him before or after People Pt.2?”
You snort. “Definitely after. Before that, he was still hiding behind metaphors.”
Yoongi’s mouth quirks. “You think I hide behind metaphors?”
You glance at him, heartbeat hitching just slightly. “You live behind metaphors.”
A beat of silence passes. His eyes don’t leave yours. “And yet you still showed up.”
You want to roll your eyes, but it’s too sincere to dismiss. “Yeah, well… good lyrics deserve to be heard. Doesn’t mean I know the man behind them.”
Yoongi leans back in his chair, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Maybe you did.”
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˚₊⋆。°✩₊ /whisper: I love you

summary: You survive another shift at work, witness a thirst trap-induced server meltdown, and meet the guild’s mysterious silent tank—all before the raid even starts.
word count: 2.7K
tags: fluff, modern setting, mmorpg, online friendships, light humor, voice chat banter, slice of life, gen z slang, SMAU!!
notes: lowkey forgot i mentioned that choso and you where matching pfp's so the mc's pfp changes mid convo.. please pretend it doesnt im too lazy to redo it LMAOO
credits: @strangergraphics-archive for dividers
➽ CHAPTER TWO
"Thirst Traps & Tank Buffs"

➤ YOU BARELY REMEMBER FALLING ASLEEP, but you do remember logging off. Saying good night to everyone in the VC before closing discord. The light from your monitor flickering off as you turned your pc off. Everything just had you buzzing with excitement. Being invited to that guild, the raid clear, Gojo's laughter every time you wiped, and Choso never leaving your side. You don't think you've had as much fun playing Sins of Valor as you did tonight.
You carried that high the next morning you woke up.
You did regret staying up way too late last night, but that didn't stop the buzz in your body. You got out of bed way too quickly for someone who hates waking up in the morning. You threw your work uniform on and rushed out the door to your bus stop.
Your phone buzzes with discord notifications, but you don't check them until you get off the bus and inside the café, where you work. You pull out your phone in the break room while you check the messages in the new discord you were invited to.
There was a flood of @'s and replies to his announcement in the general chat. Some names you recognized from the raid last night, while others you didn't. Last Save Point wasn't a huge guild per se, but it did have a decent amount of people in the server. You smiled and sent out a quick thank-you message before tucking your phone into your apron pocket and clocking in for the morning.
"You seem extra giddy this morning. What happened in Sins of Violence last night?" Your coworker Nobara asks.
She started a few months after you and is still in high school, but she honestly carries herself like an adult. Working afternoons and weekends, balancing work and school.. somehow. You're still not sure how she does it. At first, you two didn't talk much, but you had your first real conversation when you were explaining a frustrating raid night to a now ex-coworker who played the game casually. Nobara, who didn't really play any other games besides The Sims and Mario Cart, was obsessed. Listening like it was a drama.
“So you died because your tank refused to take aggro?” she asked, jaw slightly dropped. “Yep,” you said, wiping down the espresso bar. “Instant wipe. Whole raid gone.” “That’s so toxic,” she said, dead serious. “I’d uninstall the whole game.”
From then on, Nobara would always ask about what's going on in your game.
"It's Sins of Valor" You corrected, "and uh, nothing much. Just got invited to a new discord.. and a guild. Cho and I also cleared that raid we've been struggling on, finally."
"Woah, that's huge! You've been mentioning how Cho and you have been looking for one, right?" Nobara replies quickly. You nod your head in reply, grabbing a clean rag and wiping down the tables while you chatted.
"Yeah, it was so cool. They invited us after we completed the raid with them." You explain.
Nobara starts wiping all the cups clean, "Sooo, you have to tell me about them then! Are they weird? Are they hot? Are you the main character in a drama now?" She wiggles her eyebrows at the last part like she already knows the answer.
You chuckle, pushing chairs into place at the front tables before heading behind the counter to help with prepping syrups and drink mixes for the day. "No, nothing like that. If they were weird, I wouldn't have joined."
"So you admit that they're hot?" She fires back immediately.
You laugh again, shaking your head. "I didn't say that either! I don't even know what any of them look like, only their characters."
Nobara lets out a dramatic gasp, "That is peak fan fiction energy."
"It's real life, not a story"
"Says the girl who got recruited into a guild after showing off her cracked gaming skills," She teases with a hip bump.
You shrug, "Okay, maybe it's a little like a story. For you, at least."
Nobara then sets down the cup she is wiping and turns around to fully face you, leaning against the counter like she is ready for some tea to spill, "Alright, Who's in the guild. I want details"
You laugh but give in. "Alright. Full party from the raid. There were eight people, including Cho and I." You start counting on your fingers, trying to recall who was all there. "Okay, first off. Satoruwu aka Gojo. He was the Raid leader. He is a celestial, plays a broken ranged DPS class and pulls aggro before the tank like.. constantly."
"So, basically a walking disaster."
"Exactly"
You raise another another finger, "Then there is Nanam1e—that’s Nanami. Super serious. Zero patience. I genuinely can’t tell if he enjoys the game or if he’s just here out of obligation."
Nobara nods her head excitedly.
"Off-tank is Dokt0rShok0—Shoko. She’s chill. Like... maybe too chill. Every time we took a pause between wipes, I swear I heard her snoring."
“Oh my god. Do you think she’s an actual doctor?”
You shrug. “Honestly? Kinda wouldn’t be surprised.”
"Then there’s Tea4T1me, Utahime. She’s one of the healers. She was super nice—after the raid. But during? She was micromanaging everyone like she was running an elite military unit." You joke.
Nobara lets out a laugh, "I'm sure someone has to step it up."
"Next up is GetLowGeto aka Geto. DPS. Had, like, all the boss guides and drop rates open mid-raid. Knew every mechanic before it happened. Also, constantly giving unsolicited advice—and plays a hot female elf. I didn’t even realize it wasn’t actually a girl until halfway through."
Nobara’s eyes go wide. “I totally forgot people still do that.”
You laugh. “Right? It caught me off guard.”
You pause, trying to figure out how to even begin describing the last member.
"Okay, lastly we have OniBabe69.. aka Toji. I.. I don't even know where to start with him."
"Hot mess?" Nobara asks
You wince. "Worse. His character is hot—like, genuinely—but he’s pretty much shirtless, plays a Demon DPS, and just charges in before anyone says a word. He either top DPS’s or dies immediately. There’s no in-between."
"Oh my god. I’m in love."
You cringe. "Don’t be. He moans into the mic when he crits."
She gasps, instantly horrified. "Jail. Straight to jail."
You both burst out laughing as you return to your morning tasks.
"So yeah," you say, wiping down the counter. "That’s the raid team."
Nobara slides next to you and gently bumps your hip with hers. "You’re really in for something with this crew, huh?"
You smirk. "I already know."
She grins. "You better give me every update. I want drama. Romance. Betrayal. Fashion."
You laugh. "What is this, a fantasy reality show?"
She winks. "Exactly. And you’re the main character."
Near the end of your shift, Nobara looks over at you. The café is dead, just leaving the two of you to finish up your closing tasks. She leans over the counter, watching you mop the floor and stack the chairs up on the tables.
"You know, Yuji and Megumi started playing last week after I told them about your adventures." You blink before looking over at her.
"Seriously?" You respond
"Dead serious. They’re terrible—like, dying-in-the-tutorial-level terrible—but they’re obsessed. Won’t stop talking about it."
You snorted, setting the mop aside. "That’s wild."
"I know! I was actually surprised they wanted to play," she said, hopping off her stool to grab some towels from the back. "They’ve been completely glued to this shooter game lately. Neon Six? Neon Riot? Something with colors and guns."
You knew the game she was talking about. Choso played it occasionally.
"Anyway," she went on, returning with the towels and placing them on the counter for the openers tomorrow, "I told them I’m an honorary party member until I can actually install the game myself."
"Oh?" you raised a brow, amused. "What’s stopping you?"
She gave you an embarrassed look. “Need to order an external hard drive first. My laptop is already screaming every time I open Chrome, so I’m pretty sure SoV would murder it.”
You laughed as you headed behind the counter to grab the keys for the front door. “Don’t worry. I’ll carry you through the starting dungeons and quests.”
Nobara smirked, following you to the front. “You better!"
You both then left, and you locked the doors, ending your shift at the cafe. You gave Nobara a wave and told her to get home safe before making your way to the bus stop. As you waited for the bus you opened discord to check the messages in it.
You let out a laugh as you see Nanami start typing, this was obviously going to start some sort of argument. It all seemed to be in good fun, though. The bus arrived, and you quickly got on, sitting down at your usual spot. It was empty around this time, only a few other people spread out inside it. As you look back down at your phone, you see Nanami has replied.
The chat goes silent while they wait for Toji. Then suddenly his message pops up as a spoiler. You have to click it to see the image, so you of course do.
Yeah, he definantly has abs.
You almost find yourself at a loss for breath as you look over the image. Toji is standing in the bathroom in front of a bathroom mirror, towel slung low on his hips and his phone half covering his face.
His black hair is damp and still sticking to his forehead. There are water droplets all across his skin indicating that he just got out of a shower. His jawline is sharp and dusted with a faint stubble. His eyes are barley visable behind his phone but you can tell they are dark, and his expression is a smug smirk.
And those abs?
He's got the stomach that people die for. Carved, Defined. There is even a scar that runs across his torso and one that peeks out from his hips. His arm is flexed just enough to show definintion but not too much. This man knows what he is doing.
You tried to hold back your laughter on the bus as you read all the messages on your screen. Soon another messaged popped up on your notifications. A smile spread across your lips as you read the username.
You quickly replied, sending him a selfie of yourself on the bus. Then as soon as it sent the stop for your bus arrived and you quickly rushed off of it. It’s been a long time since heading home felt this exciting—probably not since high school. You reached your apartment door and fumbled with the keys for a second before finally swinging it open. Stepping inside, you locked it behind you out of habit, then made a beeline for your room. Your bag hit the bed in one motion as you all but launched yourself into your chair, already reaching to power on your PC.
Logging into SoV was like second nature, your fingers flying across the keyboard as you entered your username and password. Your summoner spawned right where you left her, beside the koi pond at the guild house. Choso was already logged on waiting for you.
His avatar was sitting beside the water, his face lit by the floating lanturns in the cherry blossom tree beside the pond. When you appeared he quickly stood up and walked over to you without saying a word.
Then a trade request popped up.
You accepted it.
You recevied: Foxflame Earrings
Tiny red tassel earrings appeared in your gear inventory. Their color matched your mask perfectly. You grinned behind the screen as you clicked on an emote in game, sending Choso's character a kiss with a heart.
ch0s0 whispered to YOU: thought they matched your outfit You whisper to ch0s0: they're perfect.
Soon you hear your discord blowing up with notifications and you quickly open it to see an @ in the discord server. Everyone is getting ready for another raid it seems.
You quickly slide into VC, expecting everything to be chaos but it was surprisingly...chill.
"Hey" Gojo said, "Look who finally logged in, we were about to send a search party."
You chuckle in reply and roll your eyes, "If anything im early. You said ten mintues.. its been less than two." You tease back. You hear Gojo let out a soft chuckle before hearing the notfication sound of someone sending you a party invite.
satoruwu has invited you to join the party!
You accecpted immediantly. As you look around, you notice Choso is gone from your side in game, probably to prepare the the raid. Your eyes then scan the party and look through who is already here.
★Tank★ cr1tB4by ★Healer★ Tea4T1me ★DPS★ OniBabe69 ★DPS★ satoruwu ★DPS★ YOU
"Soooo... who is cr1tB4by?" You ask, raising a brow. "He wasn't here last night."
"He was supposed to be... but his power cut out right before the raid.. again" Utahime answers with a sigh.
"Again?" you ask
"Yeah. His setup's cursed or something." she adds with a sigh.
Toji chimes in, "I think his router’s just a cursed spirit at this point."
You laugh. "Okay, but seriously. Who is he?"
"No idea." Gojo says. "We don't know his real name. So we just call him Crit."
"We do know some details about him though! Like he is still in high school. He's a mute. Doesn't talk but always joins VC. Muted the entire time." Utahime explains.
"But he types in chat?" you ask
"Only uses macros during fights," she says. "They’re custom, too. Super detailed. Timing’s insane. Honestly? He could probably solo half the mechanics if we all dropped dead."
"He's our go too healer on raid nights, but he does also play tank when Nanami flakes out on us." Gojo adds on.
"Interesting..." You reply.

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yknow what? Ive had half an hour to sit on it
I'm doubling down, I'm trippling down. if Mrs Flood is a preexisting doctor who character?
THATS IRIS WILDTYHME BABEY
The whole vibe is SO IRIS. The 4th wall break is SOOOO IRIS. She is having a little holiday, doing fun runs, getting into spats with neighbours, having a laugh day drinking at christmas. She's got the bus in a garage somewhere. Its our Absolute Queen I'm calling it
#that or she's a new character im telling you#Iris wildthyme#this is my new cryptobrax#doctor who#dw spoilers#iris wildthyme#dweu#church on ruby road#15th doctor#mrs flood
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It seems there's a new lawyer in town!!!
#I think she's one of the most underutilized characters ever I will DIE on this hill#she can hear people's feelings that is the COOLEST concept ever#you get people who can hear thoughts a lot and that's cool but hearing FEELINGS is such a sick and unique concept#AND SHES A LAWYER#THATS THE COOLEST CAREER YOU COULD GIVE SOMEONE WHO CAN HEAR FEELINGS THAT OPENS DOORS FOR SO MANY GOOD STORIES#I'D LOVE IN AA TO PLAY CASES AS HER WHERE YOU HAVE TO WORK BACKWARDS FROM PEOPLE'S EMOTIONS TO FIGURE OUT MYSTERIES#IT'S A WHOLE NEW SIDE TO THE EVIDENCE#AND SUBTLE HIDDEN FEELINGS KEEP GUIDING HER AND PPL JUST CANT KEEP UP WITH HOW SHE WORKS... STUFF LIKE THAT WOULD BE INTERESTING#WHY ISN'T IT UTILIZED WHY DO WE JUST HAVE PSUEDOSCIENCE MINIGAME#ATHENA IS SO LIKEABLE AND CHARMING AND FULL OF LIFE TOO#PLEASE CAPCOM#I LOV E HER PLEASE#GIVE US A CRAZY MOMENT WHERE SHE TAKES PHOENIX ASIDE HALFWAY THROUGH A CASEAND TELLS HIM HIS CLIENT WAS JUST ELATED AT THE SIGHT OF A CORPS#OR DO IT IN THE GAMEPLAY WHERE THE PLAYER SPOTS IT IN THE MOOD MATRIX#omg yeah actually that'd make me shit my pants that'd be so cool#proper ghost trick moment#THERE'S SO MUCH COOL STUFF YOu can do fuck okay sorry there are so many tags now#can you tell I got feelings abt this character I LOVE HER so much Im in love w her tbh and she's also so me#ace attorney#athena cykes#my art#have a good day thanks for looking at my art haha
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yeah so this was insane
#i feel like too many people reduce this interaction to jason being like ‘lol same’#but idk :/#this chapter is from jason’s pov#and leading up to it he’s like ‘people keep walking on eggshells around me bc of the the michael varus stab wound’#and he hates it so when he goes on deck to help out with the storm#everyone’s like wtf except for percy#and jason states how much he appreciated percy not treating him like a sick kid#and i feel like it’s echoed in this sentiment where jason could say so many things like#‘you should never feel that way’ ‘im here if you need anything’#but he doesn’t make percy feel alone in his desire to just…. end it all#which ik for some people that doesn’t work but you’re not a character in hoo and percy is dealing with so much guilt#and he can’t tell annabeth bc she’s a main aspect of that guilt#and he doesn’t wanna guilt her more and he feels ashamed and when he describes this he feels weird for feeling it#so having jason this tough guy be like ‘yo i understand it bc i felt the same way#that’s gotta mean a lot to percy#also insane how jason who also struggles to display vulnerability#allows it in one of few times in this moment just so percy this guy he’s supposed to be jealous about#feels comforted and not alone in his guilt and shame#and also it’s just insane how jason’s wanting to kay em ess does not get talked about AT ALL#and just seeing his mom and the pressure of new rome getting to him#like this scene is insane and i’ll never shut up about it#also ignore me i’m just finishing my reread of hoo that took all summer#jason grace#percy jackson#pjo#ashla.txt
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disgusting
summary ⎯ after a long day, all you want to do is relax with your boyfriend.
tags ⎯ gn!reader. tooth-rotting fluff. ONE minor innuendo. basically alhaitham is in love.
tana's words ⎯ hi guys sorry for the mini hiatus but i'm bored and i am going to write this very quick and very simple drabble just bc
"why do they always have to run?" you complain as you settle onto the couch that alhaitham was quietly reading on. "i mean, it's never gonna do anything. like, we are the matra. we can catch up to you at any second, but noooo, running will most definitely allow you to evade us," sarcasm dripped from your voice.
alhaitham puts down his book and turns his attention towards you. earlier that night, when you arrived home, you barely even greeted him. now, alhaitham is not one to get clingy due to the fact that you didn't greet him with as much affection as usual, but he was missing you quite a bit (not that he'd ever let you know that), so he was concerned.
the affection you had given him prior tonight was a chaste kiss on the lips. it wasn't much, but it still meant a lot to him, whether he showed it or not. tonight, you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. ridiculous, alhaitham is well aware, but it still raised some concern within him. your actions meant you probably had a stressful day, which made alhaitham want to know more.
when did he start finding himself enthralled with your very essence? there was no switch to define when his feels for you developed to more than just friends. only a heavy beating in his heart when he was around you. only a feeling of airiness in his chest when he spoke to you.
"what happened today?" alhaitham asked calmly, being the complete opposite to your frazzled antics while describing your hectic day. to help you relax, he began to rub his hands up and down your thigh. you melted into his touch instantly, letting out a deep breath.
"oh you know. the usual research fraud. wasn't even that bad actually. he was probably going to get like, what, two months of suspension and eight months of community service? better fate than most. but instead of surrendering, he chose to run all the way from sumeru city to gandharva ville!" you ranted, throwing your hands in the air to indicate your frustrations. "and he even tried to hide. from the matra. from me! like, you're cornered like a deer here, might as well surrender and make it easier for everyone else."
you rubbed the thigh that didn't occupy alhaitham's hand, "also, i'm sore as hell. all that running from sumeru city to gandharva ville and then all the way back has me spent. i feel like i'm not gonna be able to walk for days."
alhaitham lightly scoffed in response. you were tough, one of the matra's best at that. alhaitham could also think of instances where you couldn't walk, yet pulled through for the next day (ignoring his advice to stay home). however, he wasn't going to comment about that at the moment.
his gaze never left you the entire time. alhaitham was so incredibly focused on your face, studying you and focusing on you like a researcher would, hoping to never let something as brilliant as you go. his eyes traced the movement of your mouth every time you groaned; the way you squeezed your eyes shut when you raved about another frustration; the way your hands moved sporadically through the air.
again, when did go from simply observing you to essentially admiring your every move? and why is it so easy to do so?
"hey," you dragged out the word and poked his cheek. "were you even listening to me? or were you just gawking at me?"
alhaitham is snapped out of his daze, refocusing back on your words. well, he was always focused on your words. just not at this moment. "of course i was listening," alhaitham rolls his eyes teasingly, "if he ran all the way to gandharva ville, maybe he had more to hide. why else would he go through all the trouble? or maybe your face scared him so much he felt he had to run far, far away."
you rolled your eyes, "very funny, acting grand sage. are you trying to get involved in matra business now?"
"quite the contrary," alhaitham countered, "just wanted to get involved in my partner's life. is that a crime?"
"yes," you replied instantaneously. "you'll be arrested now. hope you know that you're getting the life sentence," you grinned, grabbing his wrists and placing them by your hips. you were caged underneath him, smiling wide as ever.
alhaitham finds it hard to not smile back at your antics. most of the time, he tried to keep a stoic composure to keep people away and hide his intentions. but with you, he finds that it all melts away, leaving it only you and him and nothing but bliss.
you were the first to break the silence, "so... were you actually listening to me or were you just making inferences based on what i was saying earlier?" your voice was nothing above a whisper, letting it be known that it was only you and him in the house.
"'course i was listening to you," his voice matched your soft tone, words filled with sincerity and admiration, "how could i not with a voice as sweet as yours?"
and that's when you lose it. you lose it for two reasons: alhaitham was teasing you and you knew that during your entire rant you sounded anything but sweet. malice and exasperation flowed through you as you spoke about today's events. alhaitham was simply pulling your leg, the bastard.
but, that did prove that he was listening. only he would be able to distinct the way your words moved through the air, tainting it with annoyance and irritation. only he would know.
you shoved alhaitham off of you, sending him back to the other side of the couch. "you're disgusting!" you giggled and shoved his shoulder, "i've had enough of you. i'm going to bed," you grabbed a pillow from the couch and shoved your face in it, hoping that alhaitham wouldn't be able to see your blush.
but of course, alhaitham sees through you yet again. "okay. i'll see you soon," he picked up his book and continued to read, knowing that you'd be next to him in a matter of seconds. if you weren't in the matra, you would have had a fulfilling career as a researcher with your curiosity.
"what are you reading?" you rest your head on his shoulder, peering at the pages. you let the pillow that you were holding go, now discarded to the side as you moved towards your boyfriend.
alhaitham closed the book to show you the title, which you read out loud, "remarkably bright creatures. taking a break from nonfiction?" you turned your head to look at him. that feeling alhaitham had in the beginning of your relationship came back, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. no matter how many years you two have been together, alhaitham thinks that he will never be able to shake off the feeling of being in love with you.
"needed to replenish my pallet," he shrugged simply. his vagueness made you even more curiouser, alhaitham's goal in the first place. you could chalk this up to him trying to engage your interests again, but really, alhaitham just wanted your affection. as stupid as it sounds, alhaitham is a man who (at the end of the day) just wants his partner's touch.
you let out a hum and move closer towards him. you had your knees raised up to your chest, reading the words alongside him. your arms were touching, your head almost leaned onto his shoulder.
once you found yourself fascinated enough with the novel, alhaitham took this as his chance to get you closer. he grabbed your waist and pulled you into him, now so close that he could feel the air exhale from your nose. you, too distracted from the words in front of you, didn't seem to pay any mind.
"'as a general rule, i like holes,'" alhaitham began to read from the book, causing you to subvert your gaze towards his face, "'a hole at the top of my tank gives me freedom. but i do not like the hole in her heart. she only has one, not three, like me. tova’s heart. i will do everything i can to help her fill it.'”
"you know," your fingers dance along the bicep that you've curled under, "this octopus reminds me of a certain someone. impassive on the outside, yet he cares about others on the inside."
"comparing me to a sea animal now? i'm surprised you've hit a new low," alhaitham teases you. he accepts your compliment by kissing you on your jaw.
"shut up!" you swat at the same bicep you were just relaxed under, "if i was really comparing you to a sea creature, you'd be a sea lion. cute on the outside, but horrible on the inside," you exaggerated.
alhaitham smirks, "you think i'm cute?"
you immediately notice where you've went wrong. you can't hide your flustered expression from alhaitham this time. you wouldn't be surprised if the bastard planned this. "i also said you were horrible."
"but you also said i was cute," he retorted as if he was boasting.
"emphasis on was. maybe not anymore," you couldn't help but smile at your response.
alhaitham pressed a kiss to your temple, "really? not at all?" he raised an eyebrow as he looked down into your eyes. they say eyes are the window to the soul, and alhaitham is one to think that it is true. he didn't really believe it before he met you, but now, everytime alhaitham looks at you it's as if he can understand everything you're trying to say based on one gaze.
alhaitham was already leaning forward when you decided to kiss him, like he knew that it was coming. cocky, you wanted to think. but you know that's not the truth.
alhaitham knows you so well that it's disgustingly endearing.
hi guys!! sorry i've been away for so long. my writer's block has been so bad and it also doesn't help that i've began my six-week volunteer program as well as other work. i'll try to regulate updates to be asap, but i still dk bc of my crazy schedule. hopefully i'll be able to update more often, but until then!
#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗)#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#alhaitham#alhaitham x reader#alhaitham x you#al haitham x reader#alhaitham fluff#tell a friend to tell a friend... SHES BACKKKKKK#for now at least idk my schedule is hella wild rn#i hope i got his character right bc im fairly new to writing abt genshin#haven't played that game since 2021
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#did i get it right this time?#hashirama senju#tobirama senju#got inspired by my favorite tf artist who also loves these guys apparently#i was drawing them in my new style and then my old style from when i used to draw them a lot started creeping in#im fighting muscle memory dawg#ehhhh this is more right than last time. hmmmmmm#im still trying to feel out the characters. idk you guys tell me#muscle memory but the muscles are atrophied and wrong so theyre misguiding me#i showed my brother the one thats a nrt fan and he asked me who these characters were OK buddy#ok fine ill go sleep this off and get jumpscared tomorrow#i recommend you see seafood_pie on twitter with my whole heart. she drew hstb back in august 2023
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WELL it took me a year but i finally finished no doubt in us 👍🏼
#no doubt in us#plops these into the fandom puddle lmao hi! 👋🏼#liang bu yi#ari art#you can tell i did xu yu first bc she looks the sloppiest. im sorry queen 😔 i mean empress 😔#also jinming's skin looks. off. i tried to fix it earlier but i saved the layers already and it kept looking too grey. im srry prince 😔#AAAAAAAAAUGH i actually dont really like how these look tbh i think drawing new characters for the first time is my least fave thing to do#ALRIGHT ALRIGHT im done. i want some chocolate 🍫
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Ada Wong & Leon S. Kennedy: The History [ Resident Evil 4 (2023) ]
#crimson's gifs: resident evil#Resident Evil#RE#Resident Evil 4#RE4#Resident Evil 4 Remake#RE4R#RE4MAKE#Ada Wong#Leon S Kennedy#Leon S. Kennedy#Leon Kennedy#Leon Scott Kennedy#Aeon#AdaLeon#LeonAda#Leon x Ada#Ada Wong x Leon S. Kennedy#Pairing: Keeping Score#im ngl to you please look at all the other Aeon footage ive previously edited in its full on youtube#from the 1998 og to fucking re2 remake and tell me you don't see how out of character their interactions in 4r are#Because I swear to god ive been working with their entire history of footage for this series for the past couple DAYS and its just mental#I ranted about Leon last set but its also Ada whos undergone a crazy fucking out of character streak too#Calling Leon a dog and shit is NOT how shes treated him at ALL in any other instance#Like in the og again shes outwardly caring and concerned for him in SW and the base game. She does NOT talk about him like that#Even in their later interactions like re6 shes still outwardly worried for him#The only piece of media that comes even close to that type of characterisation would probs be Damnation and even then#The whole movie segments with them is just dark flirting while on the job and theyre both in kinda bad moods so in there it makes sense mor#In RE4 its a reuniting after 6 years on BOTH sides. I loved Ada's new seperate ways and the bond she had with Luis but they massacred#How she and Leon treated each other and it makes me mad
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Gunman Joe is most likely a hologram and is probably controlled by one of the inventors to stilt the other's progress (and probably not whoever Eggmuffin is, as it appears on top of their building and would probably dissuade Layton and Luke's efforts to connect to Eggmuffin). The voice is probably a voice changer of sorts. I don't think this is the main antagonist though.
The background art is GORGEOUS. And VERY American. I forgot to mark it down on my bingo sheet. SNAILMOBILE AND OSTRIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
how much are you guys betting that the purple fog is doing some psychological horrors (JOKE)
music bangs as usual RAAAAAAAAAAGH
Ok... I think what was originally making me feel gloomy about the models is solved after seeing the puzzle solved (heh) animation, and I feel a bit more hopeful. The models we see here only have one form of shading as opposed to the NWOS switch teaser or the puzzle solved animation. This game IS early in development so now that makes sense. I mean it looks bad but I think it'll improve. And if not I'll do it myself. Plus the shading in the switch teaser is purple-hued and the shading in-game that we see here is black, which is USUALLY a sign it's still being tweaked around in the background.
The fact that they're STILL aiming for 2025 makes me worried though... The game definitely needs polishing. Realistically delaying it would've been expected at its current stage, but persisting in a 2025 release gives it about a year and a third. Of course Level 5 is known for delaying things all the time so they could just be like "gomen minasama 2026" but... I feel like if they are persisting in a 2025 release... mm... After all of that, the trailer was nice but a bit worrisome. It's obvious now that they're still in development and it's not the final look though! One thing that comes to mind is the crusty Desmond model we saw wayyyy early on in AL's development;
Like. There's still time. I would be especially surprised if the don't at least add a bit of texturing to some of the models (like the texture-baked shaking in luke's hat or desmond's hair). I'm less pessimistic about the 3d model style now especially with its siblings looking as peak as it is (inazuma eleven, decapolice, etc)
That being said, I can't say much about what I'm hoping for until we see the TGS (did you guys forget about TGS /silly), though if it IS coming out in 2025... I hope to god it's like. December or something. I really don't want this to be rushed and with how it looks right now I wouldn't exactly be happy with it. In fact if there is 2d cutscenes I can totally see them saving it up for TGS too just to have something new and exciting rather than the same information we've already seen. Concluding, things are going smoothly, models are still developmental-looking, and I have mixed feelings but it's slowly bouncing back to positive all because of crusty desmond png
#bram.txt.exe#professor layton#level 5 vision#nwos#vision spoilers#professor layton spoilers#also i dont know how to tell you this but it was kinda obvious that we werent going to get flora#i put her on the bingo sheet since everybody in the fandom wants her to come back but... I REALLY dont think its gonna happen#if anybody is going to come back it'll either be des or emmy. des because he's not a woman (considering level 5) and emmy bc she has reason#(traveling the world as a photographer for the world times iirc)#trying not to be biased here as I am the des fan but he's more likely imo... but thats IF they bring back old characters. Which...#Unlikely I think although I'm praying for it#I can see them do it to get the older fans excited but thats the thing; theyd really only bring them back to point and be like guys LOOK!!#in a perfect world descole winning first place on popularity and saying a new adventure awaits and having an incomplete arc would mean smth#but im not certain or hyping myself that its gonna happen
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you: nicholas alexander chavez, the actor from ryan murphy's recent work
me, a mama's girl and daytime tv viewer:
#text post#general hospital#nicholas alexander chavez#spencer cassadine#sorry i'm still not over my shock at this lol#i remember asking my mom MONTHS ago (she follows general hospital news online) 'hey wheres spencer i havent seen him in awhile?'#'oh his character died off. the actor is doing some netflix show where he plays a murderer'#and you have to understand. i dont consume anything to do w true crime. but to my 63-year-old mother. ryan murphy doesnt exist#so bc of just how self-contained the archaic institution of network soap operas are. i just. idk i didnt assume it was a big role#it didnt register to me that it was the sequel to the dahmer show. is what i am saying. and i never thought about it again#mommy made it sound like he might be coming back bc soap opera characters fake-die all the time#and so i put the thought out of my head until completely independently i was watching a video about monsters: menendez being flawed#and i was like. going absolutely insane w how familiar he looked i was like 'ok i know that man cant be too famous but i KNOW him'#'i know him from something and i know him WELL from something. like whatever hes from is iconic to me'#and then the video creator said his name and i was like THATS INSANE WHERE DO I KNOW THAT NAME??!?!??#it's a name i read in the credits but probably never thought in my head at all bc sorry he's just spencer to me#so i googled it and i was gobsmacked. i was like MOM DIDNT SAY he was gonna be in THIS SHIT!?!?!?#i also do lay my life down on the defense that the cinematography of a prestige netflix drama makes him less recognizable to me#who knew him best under cheap soap opera lighting in basic back and forth dialogue shots. like#i have to be honest i never cared for his looks on gh bc he just kinda looked like too perfect. like he looked like a mannequin#i see it now though i get it#i get why he's very fan editable to the true crime girlies i get it#not that it matters. im just in mourning bc it never occurred to me the spencer era was over. i actually liked his character#i cant tell u why bc he wasnt all that distinguishable from all the other basic dramatic character archetypes. idk it was a good performanc#i cant explain to u what makes a soap opera character distinct while still being completely generic (they all are)#i also liked his relationship w his girlfriend in the show it was cute. he was evil but they were sweet#nicky please come back. im begging u. as your only general hospital era fan who is your age#i dont wanna watch monsters menendez i reeeeeally dont
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ina in dav would look more like this i think with her hair tied up. she looked way too baby next to mori so i gotta make her look older too
#idt ina wears makeup tho. or she only wears a little amount#i gave her makeup in dao since it was supposed to be her wedding anyway. but outside of that i dont think she'd wear them#but im like 🥰🥰🥰 hellooo warden commander tabris it's incredibly in character of her to fuck off and join a new group thats intending to#save the world i fear. also in character for her to not tell them well actually shes a warden commander and she ended a blight 20 years ago#but it happened in the south so she didn't think it was relevant here LMFAO. the moment mori comes in mori is like now why are YOU here#ina is just like oh hey girl how's kieran#shut up about dav.
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So what kind of gay people are in this game?
#is my question whenever i join a new fanfom related to video games#life is strange#rdr2#sadigail#sadie adler#charthur#stardew valley#mario#sonic the hedgehog#splatoon#splatoon 2#splatoon 3#anyways I always got gay vibes from the characters#the last of us#ellie x dina#tlou#apex legends too tbh#so#apex legends#hehhe the second time i posted smt on my hyperfixation tag#COD#call of duty#kingdom hearts#tell me if you have more games#im gonna do#alter apex legends#as a tag for that shes now confirmed ace!!!#cookie run kingdom#for my friend lmao#titanfall 2
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Writing Qimir starter pack:
Head tilts
Asking questions instead of answering
The occasional smirk and/or inappropriately timed smile
#being about 8k into writing qimir's pov i prefer writing osha but dont tell him that lol#he's... a very interesting character to write because looking at the show#we get more personality traits from him than actual “info”#whereas with osha you can pretty much just look at the situation and that informs her character#perks of being the protagonist i suppose#but yeah#probably why she's easier to write too#for qimir's backstory i pulled inspo from vernestra's books and [redacted] to create context#but it's still all very new#which is crazyyyy this fic has more plot than ive ever written in my life#like it's going to be long enough to be a novel#i think it's partially because this is the first fic that's complex enough to be this long that ive committed to#and also i read so much last year#and im so convinced that changed how i write#ive learned so much about plotting a longer story though and it's awesome#flythepost
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I keep seeing fanarts of ppl's OC's being on the ship, so do you think that if there was 6st crewmember (specifically, another woman) Anya would've been more safe? Like, someone to actually call Jimmy's begaviour out, someone Anya might wanna trust? Is there a possibility something might have changed (even if a little) or it would not have mattered at all?
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I feel like the game would make it part of the commentary on where she would believe and help Anya but still be sort of dismissive? Like the whole “don’t waste time crying and being scared keep going and move on, don’t let him win”. It’s supposed to be positive and reinforcing but sometimes it does more damage in those times of mourning and grief, it feels patronizing, like you don’t understand what you’re going through but they do. Even if they did call out his behavior it’s still on Curly to act and while another voice would help, it’s still 4 against 2 on guys that don’t get it until they have to vs women who always have to.
I don’t mind mouthwashing OCs but I do get a bit bored as they tend to be borderline saviors or like Jimmy aligned. They are either more complicit than Curly or just Jimmy haters for no reason, outside of what the creators know about what he did to Anya. I am never irked by OCs but in a story like mouthwashing you really need to think about what your character adds to the commentary, especially if they are there during the crash. It’s nice to have like characters on Anya’s side more whole heartedly and interesting to see characters who placate Jimmy but sometimes it’s one note.
I can’t and don’t want to police peoples OCs it’s never my intention when I comment on trends I notice, but I do feel like the way people make their OCs interact with these two characters and especially Curly, really show a grave misunderstanding of the narrative and these characters as people vs roles in the story. Still, I know people just make up characters for fun and that’s fine. Great even, but I guys I’m focusing more on OCs that are supposed to have those serious dynamics. My favs tend to be pretty-Tulpar or post-Tulpar au OCs.
The inevitably of the crash is on Jimmy. He did that not because he wasn’t stopped but because all his means to kill Anya were taken. The gun, the axe. Even if Curly did strip him of his co-pilot privileges and try to keep him contained there’s only so many people. An extra body helps but they have jobs they have to do, he’s the only one steering the whole ship and Jimmy would likely have an out: food, bathroom, etc. He’s not new and if he couldn’t crash the ship directly, who’s to say he wouldn’t sabotage something else? A clunker like the Tulpar wouldn’t take much. An extra person helps but it’s just another thing that prolongs what a person like Jimmy is willing to do to shirk responsibility.
It’s more than just needing someone to stand up to him and think that’s what is missing when it comes to inserting a character into the mouthwashing setting.
#like again most people treat Jimmy like a misanthrope and he’s not and the way he’s just evil/rude to everyone all the time just isn’t real#like he’s snarky and rude but it can’t be 100% of the time like hes not going out his way to instigate#he’s the type to say shit and hope it stirs the pot like Daisuke likes him at first#thinks he’s a bit of a jerk but he likes him like unless you specifically make a character he’s dislike he’s not just gonna be#readily antagonistic to strangers or at the get go#not to mention it’s not just about Anya needing a friend but someone with the power to do something#a point in why she confides in Curly is he’s the captain she’s not just gonna tell the only other woman just because it’s still personal#not every girl tells their friend or another woman especially if they are new and they don’t know how they react not all girls are#girls girls some can be just as toxic as the men they are being confided in about#the nuance of the situation is not solved by having more people who actively hate jimmmy if anything it would make him escalate further as#clearly has issues with how people perceive him and being liked like another woman who hates him that’s gonna do something crazy in his mind#I think it’s interesting when OCs explore another side of the pre established dynamics as Jimmy uses each remaining crew member to fill a#something Curly provided for him and represent his dynamic with Anya and being an abuser I just feel like a lot is being missed out on#and it’s mainly cause people don’t want to make OCs that aren’t great people like it’s okay to have a grey mediocre OCs in situations like#this its realistic and helps you write more grounded characters like idk i like the ocs but eh im not like a super fan#I really should make an analysis on Jimmy cause people hate discussing him and his character is being really misunderstood#like not saying she’s innocent or an excuse but just not getting how he is supposed to work like he’s no dick fucking dasteredly#he’s a shitty guy who gets shittier like he ain’t start out an avengers level threat#mouthwashing#💀 anon#mouthwashing game#ask#anya mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#mouthwashing oc#now I gotta make an oc just to prove myself but I can’t draw#so maybe not cuz what’s the point if I can’t explain the fly drip
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thought I was getting over the hsm era but I've just been struck with inspiration for an au and now I might have to write it. Have I written fic in the last 3 years? Nope. Have I ever written fic over 1000 words? Also nope. Do I now think I can totally plan and execute a multi chapter au for a fandom I have been in for less than a month? For sure
#was creating a sharpay evans spotify playlist cause i love her and all my favourite girlies get character playlists and i added popular#cause im just on another level of understanding her and it sparked the idea for like an au where gabriella sings with sharpay and not troy#at the bew years party and theyre so super gelphie coded#wnd then i was like wait wicked came out in like 2003 thats just qbout plausibly long enough for them to do it as a school show#so yeah au where the school show is wicked and sharpay is mad cause theres no girls she deems good enough to lead with her#and she sings with gabriella at new years and they hit it off cause they sound good together#and then when they see each other on the first day back sharpay is like wait this is perfect you HAVE to audition and like takes her in#and theyre gelphie core irl as well as literally being them in the musical TELL ME IM MAKING SENSE#THERES A VISION#hsm#high school musical#sharpay evans
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