#wonder if my roommate can hear me typing on my laptop rn for this and is like wtf she doing

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[wovenstarlight]

YWBK update: chapter 26 + liner notes

yesterday will be kinder has updated! you can read chapter 26 here, or start from the beginning here

as always, commentary below the cut

Yoojin🐉😊

watch this space....

In preparation for it, Han Hyunjae temporarily requisitions Yoojin’s laptop and combs through the internet looking for photos of the Hunters that he thinks his family should know about in advance. He goes down one too many internet rabbit-holes, takes way too many screenshots, transcribes a summary of the notes in his future diary, then painstakingly puts everything together into a neat little presentation for them.

picture HHJ reading his fifth article wondering where the sung family heir has disappeared to and being like 👁️👁️👁️👁️

had a little giggle to myself about “future diary” that phrasing was definitely on purpose. will exclusively be referring to it as this now

“Right,” he starts, clapping his hands together, after Yerim’s been sent off to play with Hohyoung.

LHH is so much of a background figure.... i want to see more of himself but he likes his privacy.... he’s got his girlfriend and his baby sister and yoojin who’s wormed his way into his good graces by way of Living In Same House but that’s kinda it....... he’s always lurking in the background instead of showing up on screen. come here hohyoung oppa i just wanna talk

Even if Yoojin’s right, Han Hyunjae still has to protest. [...] But he can’t keep it up when Jiyeon looks at him like that.

KJY has the world’s best Stern Mom Voice and Disappointed Mom Glare and to her great delight they work even on fellow adult HHJ. she will use this power For Evil

The other S-ranks are Moon Hyuna, leader of Breaker Guild, and Bak Mingyu of Hanshin Guild.

OK FOR THIS PART I STRAIGHT FORGOT ABOUT HANSHIN GUILD AND I WAS COUNTING UP ON MY FINGERS LIKE WAIT... IF YERIM WAS THE EIGHTH KOREAN S-RANK WHO WERE THE SEVEN BEFORE HER.... (for those curious they were 1. sung hyunjae, 2. han yoohyun, 3. moon hyuna, 4. song taewon, 5. bak mingyu of hanshin, 6. choi sukwon of MKC, and 7. yoon kyeongsoo of soodam. but. i forgot about the last three altogether.)

“Oh, blond guy,” Yoojin says, unimpressed. “Yeah, I’ve seen him on the news and stuff.”

Top 10 Funny Yoojin Moments (I JUST THINK IT’D BE REALLY FUNNY IF HAN “HAVE I MENTIONED IN THE LAST 5 MINUTES HOW HANDSOME SUNG HYUNJAE IS” YOOJIN DID NOT GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT HIM IN THIS TIMELINE....)

Han Hyunjae takes a moment to double-check that he really doesn’t have Noise Resistance (L), and looks back in time to see Yoojin rubbing at his eyes and glaring at the screen. 

HEHEHE...... A SECRET TOOL THAT WILL HELP US LATER

“Hyunjae-yah,” Jiyeon says, looking at the photo of Sung Hyunjae on screen, “this man looks—” “LIKE A PIECE OF WHITE BREAD,” Yoojin bellows. [...] “HYUNG THINKS HE LOOKS GOOD? [...] Oh, god, he kinda does, [...] but like, in a trashy romance novel cover way.” [... Jiyeon] gives the computer screen an assessing once-over. “He looks like the models in cologne advertisements.”

this part of the chapter was planned waaaay back in august 2020 and i actually crowdfunded these descriptions from the s-class server dshblksjdfkblsdfb. the original suggestions (thanks to server members for these):

“bland whitie potato with a slap-on seme personality”

“tacky valentine’s day/mom’s cologne advertisement”

“the face of the dude on the cover of all my mom’s trashy romance novels”

and tbh HYJ does think he genuinely looks good but like, disgustingly good, you know... also Hyung Likes Him so [19 gun emojis]

also me handwaving moment of mild homophobia because like. jiyeon doesn’t know yet AND homophobia is a thing in this world BUT i don’t really wanna do, All That (we already did it with HYJ once), so.

“Do S-ranks get rich?” Yerim asks as she enters, because apparently everyone’s coming for his life today. Han Hyunjae closes his eyes and lies down on the bed while Yoohyun calls out an affirmation over his head. “Then I think— oh! He looks nice!” He cracks open an eye just in time to see her nod. “I think ahjussi should marry him for the eye candy and the money.” She beams very wide. Han Hyunjae closes his eyes again and tunes out the loud conversation going on around him. And wishes, not for the first time, that he’d picked literally any other name when he first got here.

yerim says gay rights cuz she’s like 12 rn and she straight up does not really care. but says it in, like, the most frustrating way possible.

sometimes you just need to lie down even as the world keeps throwing shit at you. just lie down and nap for a little bit. especially when the shit in question is the alias regret you had literally back in chapter one of your 25+ chapter story. this is gonna come back to bite you in the ass Very Fucking Soon babe!!!!

You Oh this is like the 17th one I got wrong I swear this course is trying to kill me

me, flicking on that EPSON brand projector,

(i have. been having a Time of it.)

[Yoojin🐉😊 called you (21:35)]

that’s minutes and seconds babey... you can pretty much guess the content of call from context :(

well, uh. most of call. some internal plot and Realizations happening right at the end of those 21 minutes, 35 seconds. namely:

Yoojin🐉❤️

:-)

or i dunno you can be my roommate and we can both leech off my rich and prosperous baby brother!

[extremely sad voice] heehoo... they... care each other....

YMW’s parents are kinda shit ngl. they care about him, but unfortunately, that does not show through in their care for him, ykwim? if they just paid attention to what he was actually talented at and encouraged him in his efforts.................

well, he wouldn’t have met HYJ in canon. but he would also have been a lot happier!! and YMW deserves to be happy!!!!!!!! YMW fucking rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You When you came with me to drop off Jihui’s standee. 

they finally remembered her name sjfbklsjdfbl

Yoojin🐉❤️ OH right i was talking to one of my new commissioners about their piece realized they were an old friend of hyung’s

HEEHOO.... HONKS MY LITTLE CLOWN NOSE yoojin forgot to ask about pronouns but that’s okay they’re figuring that stuff out still

Yoojin🐉❤️ it’s getting late the kids are going to bed i have to turn off the lights 

you can take the caregiver out the role of caregiving but he will still think of his baby siblings as his kids

Part of that is changing his behaviour. Hyunjae and Yoojin sit side by side and watch as Suk Simyeong gently coaches Yoohyun on how to interact with others and present a neutral, if not friendly, exterior.

[same voice as ingredience] neurodivergence.....

try and look them in the eye, or at least look somewhere on or near their face, if eye contact is too much

yoohyun, who’s the type to look people in the eye without blinking until they inevitably look away because then they don’t try that eye contact shit again later:

tbh i kinda made up shit for the Training In Formality section i don’t know shit about being Formal and Polite. hope i got it right :pensive:

“He’s not good with touch,” Hyunjae cuts in. [...] “Sorry,” [Yoojin] says apologetically to Suk Simyeong, crossing the room and gently pressing a hand against Yoohyun’s back. The kid slowly stops rocking and leans into the touch as he talks.

he’s not good with touch, Usually..... there are exceptions :-) every time i think about this being canon i go insane. wow. love and trust and faith.

Suk Simyeong nods understandingly, giving the closed door a considering look. “If that’s the case, perhaps he can take over part of the preparations,” he offers.

SSM who’s frothing at the mouth wanting to know more about this dude who apparently did some killer business deal with the head of Dungeon Task Force who all the dungeon people are gossiping about on their phone calls while they cart around unassuming A-rank businessmen: PLEEAAASEE fucking involve him PLEEEEASE make him involve himself in business with me

Still, Yoojin’s work is fairly repetitive and boring, so Hyunjae and the women pull out a pack of UNO cards from somewhere and start playing while he works, not paying much attention to either of the boys.

plugging my Han/Bak family playing UNO art here, please reblog like and subscribe,

He stares down at Yoohyun’s hair. Yoohyun’s wavy hair sits there judgmentally. Yoojin bemoans his budding career as a stylist and admits, “This… isn’t working.”

i’m sorry sweetie... hair isn’t your forte :( you can still do fashion if you try really hard

(fun fact about this whole scene, yoohyun not being able to straighten his hair until he could control flame resistance is Certified Canon!)

“No, shit, don’t get up.” Yoojin flaps his free hand at him distractedly. Hyunjae and his need to do everything himself, jeez. “I mean, like. The iron is not. Straightening.”

“hyunjae and his need to do everything” says the man who a few paragraphs ago wanted to be hair makeup clothing and management all in one

“Okay, but why is it not working, though? Is the iron not turned on?” Wow. Wow! Yoojin wonders suddenly if Yoohyun ever felt as homicidal towards him as Yoojin’s currently feeling towards his big brother. If he ever had, then it’s frankly stunning Yoojin’s survived as long as he did. “Do you think I’m stupid,” he snaps. “It’s plugged in.” “Yeah, but did you turn it on.” “You know what, why don’t you touch it and see?” Yoojin unplugs the straightening iron for a minute so that he can take it over to Hyunjae, presenting it to him with a flourish. The heat will hold on for the few seconds this takes. “Come on, touch it right now. I dare you.”

zmur put this into words better than i can, she described this part as “the feeling when elder siblings doubt your intelligence”--

“What if you used a regular iron. Like for clothes,” Hyunjae says, completely ignoring Yoohyun. Yoojin hums thoughtfully.

--and this part as “THEY ARE RIGHT TO DOUBT IT !”

“Killjoy,” Hyunjae mutters so only he and Yoojin can hear.

(should doubt your elder sibling’s intelligence too, once in a while. keep them on their toes.)

“HAN YOOHYUN YOU TAKE YOUR HAND OFF THAT RIGHT NOW,” Yoojin and Hyunjae and Jiyeon holler in perfect unison.

parental instinct for particular phrasings of commands

“Flame Resistance,” Yoohyun reads out. “S-rank.” It’s not heat resistance, but it’s pretty close, so it probably still applies.

hum hum the flame skill works on heat as well, huh

Yoojin’s watching Hyunjae idly when the flickers start up at the edge of his vision again. He blinks, rubbing his eyes idly, and looks back up in time to see, just for a split second— 

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE VISION PROBLEMS WAS IT? RUBBING HIS EYES WAS IT??

“Eh? It didn’t? I’ll… I’ll try it again, one second.” Nothing, for a second— but no, there is, pale flashes here and there. Yoojin shakes his head and blinks. They die down, then start up again. Fainter, this time. Why? 

gonna say this here because i accidentally set it up as a Thing there’s. there’s no reason. whether the message shows up or not is pretty much random error.

“Ahjussi has an L-rank skill?” Yerim demands. “That’s so cool!” Jiyeon and Yoohyun and Yoojin stare at Hyunjae in silence as he returns Yerim’s eager high-five. He cowers when he notices them.

these three are already so mad and they don’t know that between S and L there’s SS and SSS. they’re gonna be SOOOOO mad. anyway yerim remains the chillest in the room

“So, say you needed to cauterize a wound in an emergency, and you didn’t have access to healing items or Hunters. You could drop the Resistance there, set it on fire, and just… sear it shut.” Yoohyun blinks, an intrigued look coming into his eyes, and looks down at his own forearm. “That’s true, I could probably…” “Yeah, food for thought, I suppose.” “What the hell?!” Yerim yelps. “Though it’s up to you if you want to try it. I still think your hair is fine as is, we don’t have to—” “That’s horrifying,” Yoojin blurts. “No, I should know how. In case something happens like you said. How do I do it?” “Now hold on a second,” Jiyeon says, voice rapidly rising in pitch.

sometimes i think about how dungeon stuff made yoojin significantly more chill with violence and murder and self mutilation in some cases. and how he comments specifically (i think this might be in a slightly later chapter, possibly unreleased) that people like myeongwoo who don’t have those extra years of immersion in the dungeon culture still reject and avoid violence and killing whenever possible. really makes you think

anyway! i saved some extra commentary for those okay with spoilers. continue reading at your own risk. extra large warning in case you’re skilling

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE BELOW CONTENT!!!! IT DRAWS ON INFO FROM UNTRANSLATED CHAPTERS, POST-170S AT LEAST!

“How many of these people did you personally know?” “Not many!” “So one, then,” Yoojin concludes. “You don’t know that!”

HE DIDN’T SAY THAT YOOJIN WAS RIGHT, THOUGH..............

“Why did you pick his name out of everyone’s! I thought you weren’t in touch with S-ranks. I thought you picked a friend’s name!”

:)

they wanted some kind of bedroom decoration for a family member, counting sheep or something, i forget 

a sheep, for a family member of one of han hyunjae’s old acquaintances, is it

[jojo-daydreams]

Can I get some Jotaro x Reader n/s/f/w? Reader is Jotaro's former college roommate and now about to be smol Jolyne's step-mom and Jolyne is with her mom rn and reader and Jotaro were reminiscing about their college lives and they end up having the sex?

here u go anon!!

i tried my very best ◍´Д‵◍

N// S// F// W// below the cut!

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When you walk into your shared bedroom, you see your fiancé sitting on the bed, laptop in his lap, typing away. It’s a familiar site for you, you’d walked into Jotaro’s room on many an occasion just to relax with him while he worked diligently on whatever Fish Thing currently had his attention.

Smiling, you flop down next to him.

“Whatcha workin’ on?”

He just hums in response, clearly not listening.

You poke his ribs gently, finally getting his attention.

“Good grief, what is it?” He says, sighing as he closes his laptop.

“Excuse you, is that any way to talk to the Future Mrs. Kujo?” You tease.

At that he cracks a smile, eyes softening just a smidge.

“Hmm, when’s she is acting like a child, maybe it is.” He says, reaching over to grab the hand that had just been jabbing at his ribcage. He holds it for a moment, his free hand placing his laptop on the nightstand before reaching back over to gently touch the engagement ring on your finger, his expression unreadable as he stares down at it silently. You wait a few moments, but decide to speak up when he still says nothing.

“Jojo?”

Jotaro hums in response, tearing his eyes away from the ring to look at your face.

“It’s been a long time since you called me that.” He says, and though his tone is neutral sounding theres still a look in his eyes you just can’t seem to place.

You grin. That’s true, you used to call him Jojo all the time in college. The two of you had been thick as thieves back then, or at least, as close to that as someone as stubborn and withdrawn as Jotaro could be. You’d been good friends though, and you’d missed him when he seemingly vanished from your life after graduation- saying something about a ‘Speedwagon Foundation’. You didn’t really realize the full extent of your feelings for him until he was gone, and it’d been crushing for you when you did, only to hear through the grapevine that he was married with a kid on the way.

Your grin fades a bit as you remember that time in your life. It had been pretty rough for you, though you knew it wasn’t Jotaro’s fault and you never blamed him for that ache you’d carried around all those years. Or at least, rationally you didn’t. How was the man supposed to know you were madly in love with him, you’d been his roommate for a bit over two years of your time at college, and you’d never said anything. Sure, the two of you had flirted a bit here and there, but it was never anything serious.

“Why are you frowning?”

You barely manage to keep yourself from jumping as his nearly concerned voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his face was closer now than before and he looked a bit worried, brow pinched, his hands still holding yours warmly.

“It’s nothing.” You reply, flashing him a smile, “Just thinking about… everything I guess. Never really thought I’d be. Well. Mrs. Kujo.”

He tilts his head at your words, eyes searching your face.

“Cold feet?”

You shake your head quickly.

“No! Of course not! I just meant, like, College Me probably never would have guessed it. She’d be surprised I think.” You say with a chuckle. She really would be shocked, in all honesty. You hadn’t thought of him that way back then, or at least you tried not to. You think that you must’ve been afraid of ruining the friendship you two had. You don’t think you would’ve made it through college without Jotaro’s supporting you.

Jotaro looks at you for a moment, eyes narrowing, before he suddenly lunges forward, pinning you to the bed and looking down at you, his eyes betraying a hint of something smoldering beneath his calm exterior.

“Well, College Jotaro wouldn’t be. He’d probably be pretty excited.” Jotaro says, his warm breath ghosting over your face as you raise a brow at his words.

Oh?

“Oh? Is that so?” You tease, batting your eyelashes in a rather over-exaggerated manner.

“It is, he’d probably be mad at me for taking so long. But he’d also probably be happy he finally gets to sleep with his hot roommate.”

You turn your head to the side, trying not to laugh right into his face at that. Something about Jotaro saying that with such a straight face had you giggling, though you try to contain it. Jotaro ignores the chuckles that manage to slip out, and starts pressing kisses along your jaw, entirely undeterred, mixing in a few gentle bites as he makes his way down to the column of your throat, and your laughter turns into soft gasps.

You whine when you feel one of his hands slide under your long shirt, moving up to cup your breast. His thumb drags across your hard nipple and you sigh, your hands curling against the sheets. He teases you for a few more moments, then withdraws his hand, straightening up for a moment to remove his shirt, and with a bit of wiggling and cooperation on your part, he removes yours too, and you’re left in just your underwear.

Jotaro wastes no time once your shirt is out of the way, leaning back down to alternate between sucking and tweaking your nipples. You moan at sensations, just a bit of pinch and then his tongue soothing it over, your legs clench involuntarily, and you’re already embarrassingly wet. You blame it on the fact you think the idea of Jotaro finding you hot back in college has you feeling some kind of way.

You draw in a deep breath, trying to focus on something other than how good he’s making you feel.

“Did you ever… y’know, get off thinking about me just down the hall back then?” You ask, and it comes out weaker and more breathy than you’d intended.

Jotaro stops, leaning back to look at you for a brief moment. But he doesn’t reply, instead grabbing you by the hips and dragging you up the bed a bit more and removing your underwear in a fluid motion.

“Answer me Jotar-oooh” You start to prompt him again but you cut yourself off with a moan when he slides a finger inside you, crooking it and rubbing over that spot that already has you seeing stars.

“Did I ever get off thinking about you? Don’t ask stupid questions. Of course I did.” He says hotly, practically growling it at you, adding another finger and sliding them both in and out slowly. You’re already so wet it’s so easy for him, and the lewd sounds of it combined with Jotaro’s words, his tone, have you blushing madly.

“I would have dreams about you. I’d wake up in the morning craving you. I wanted to kiss you so many times I thought I was going to go insane.”

You moan helplessly, unable to do much else. Jotaro removes his fingers after a few more moments and frees his cock from his pants, lining it up with your entrance, continuing his uncharacteristic dirty talk as he thrusts into you.

“I used to fantasize about eating you out on that couch that we always shared when we watched tv. I can’t even count all the times I thought about bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. Did you really have no idea how I felt, how I looked at you?”

He groans as as he bottoms out, and you feel so fucking full, so fucking stretched, you reach up for him, scrambling to find some purchase. You end up digging your nails into the skin of his back, earning another groan from Jotaro as your hands slide down, angry red lines raising in their wake. Later when you see the marks you’ll probably be embarrassed, but right now you’re honestly not having any coherent thoughts. All you can think about is how hot you feel, how hot Jotaro feels above you, and how good it feels as he fucks you, his hips slapping against yours roughly. You wonder if it’s going to bruise, but honestly don’t really care if it does.

You moan as Jotaro speeds up his rhythm, the bed springs starting to creak. You reach down with one hand to stroke your clit, you’re so fucking close, you just need that last push. Jotaro seems to sense this, and he leans ever closer, and now your bodies are practically entirely pressed together.

“Come for me, I want to hear it.” he says, and that’s enough to push you over the edge. You gasp, moaning his name so loud you’re quite sure the whole neighborhood can hear you, eyes clenching shut as your orgasm hits you.

Jotaro thrusts into you a few more times, helping your ride out your orgasm, before burying himself as deep he can and letting out a groan as he spills himself inside of you, his whole body tensing for a moment. He shudders once, twice, then goes limp against you.

You remove your hand from between the two of you as he relaxes, letting some of his weight rest on you carefully as you both pant, his head dropping to your shoulder. When he pulls out you twitch a bit, you feel kind of empty now, and you can feel some of his cum seeping out, probably making even more of a mess of the poor bed. The hand that had been scratching up his back slides up into his sweaty hair, carding through it affectionately. You’ll worry about the sheets later.

When you finally find your voice again, you speak softly, a sly grin on your face.

“I would’ve really enjoyed letting you eat me out on the couch. It’s not too late for that, really.”

You can hear Jotaro muttering a muffled good grief against the bare skin of your shoulder, and his breath tickles you a bit.

“Insatiable. You’re insatiable. Give me a break.”

“I’m just saying. We do own a couch.”