#<- apologies it's 11 pm and there's a lot in the image

[gootarts]

as of 8/3, the most recently updated version of this post is here (it's a reblog of this exact post with more info added)

as a lot of you know, limbus company recently fired its CG illustrator for being a feminist, at 11 pm, via phone call, after a bunch of misogynists walked into the office earlier that day and demanded she be fired. on top of this, as per korean fans, her firing went against labor laws---in korea, you must have your dismissal in writing.

the korean fandom on twitter is, understandably, going scorched earth on project moon due to this. there's a lot currently going on to protest the decision, so i'm posting a list here of what's going on for those who want to limit their time on elon musk's $44 billion midlife crisis impulse purchase website (if you are on twitter, domuk is a good person to follow, as they translate important updates to english). a lot of the links are in korean, but generally they play nicely with machine translators. this should be current as of 8/2.

Statements condemning the decision have been issued by The Gyeonggi Youth Union and IT Union.

A press conference at the Gyeonggido Assembly will occur on 8/3, with lawmakers of the Gyeonggi province (where Project Moon is based) in attendance. This appears driven by the leader of the Gyeonggi Youth Union.

The vice chairman of the IT union--who has a good amount of experience with labor negotiations like these--has expressed strong support for the artist and is working to get media coverage due to the ongoing feminist witch hunts in the gaming industry. Project Moon isn't union to my knowledge, but he's noted that he's taken on nonunion companies such as Netmarble (largest mobile game dev in South Korea) by getting the issue in front of the National Assembly (Korea's congress).

Articles on the incident published in The Daily Labor News, Korean Daily, multiple articles on Hankyoreh (one of which made it to the print edition), and other news outlets.

Segments about the termination on the MBN 7 o' clock news and MBC's morning news

Comments by Youth Union leaders about looking into a loan made to Project Moon via Devsisters Ventures, a venture capital firm. Tax money from Gyeonggi province was invested in Devsisters in 2017, and in 2021, Devsisters gave money to Project Moon. The Gyeonggi Youth Union is asking why hard-earned tax money was indirectly given to a company who violates ESG (environmental, social and governance) principles.

Almost nonstop signage truck protests outside Project Moon's physical office during business hours until 8/22 or the company makes a statement. This occurs alongside a coordinated hashtag campaign to get the issue trending on Twitter in Korea. The signage campaign was crowd-funded in about 3 hours.

A full boycott of the Limbus Company app, on both mobile and PC (steam) platforms. Overseas fans are highly encouraged to participate, regardless if whether they're F2P or not. Not opening the app at all is arguably the biggest thing any one person can do to protest the decision, as the app logs the number of accounts that log on daily. For a new gacha such as Limbus, a high number of F2P daily active users, but a small number of paying users is often preferable to having a smaller userbase but more paying users. If the company sees the number of daily users remain stable, they will likely decide to wait out any backlash rather than apologize.

Digging up verified reviews from previous employees regarding the company's poor management practices

Due to the firing, the Leviathan artist has posted about poor working conditions when making the story. As per a bilingual speaker, they were working on a storyboard revision, and thought 'if I ran into the street right now and got hit by a car and died, I wouldn't have to keep working.' They contacted Project Moon because they didn't want their work to be like that, and proposed changes to serialization/reduction in amount of work per picture/to build up a buffer of finished images (they did not have any buffer while working on Leviathan to my knowledge). They were shut out, and had to suck it up and accept the situation.

Hamhampangpang has a 'shrine' section of the restaurant for fans to leave fan-created merch and other items. They also allow the fans to take this merch back if they can prove it's theirs. Fans are now doing just that.

To boost all of the above, a large number of Korean fanartists with thousands of followers have deleted their works and/or converted their accounts from fanart accounts to accounts supporting the protests. Many of them are bilingual, and they're where I got the majority of this information.

[note 1: there's a targeted english-language disinformation campaign by the website that started the hate mob. i have read the artist's tweets with machine translation, and they're talked about in the second hankyoreh article linked above: nowhere does she express any transphobic or similarly awful beliefs. likewise, be wary of any claims that she supported anything whose description makes you raise eyebrows--those claims are likely in reference to megalia, a korean feminist movement. for information on that, i'd recommend the NPR/BBC articles below and this google drive link of english-language scholarly papers on them. for the love of god don't get your information about a feminist movement from guys going on witch hunts for feminists.]

[note 2: i've seen a couple people argue that the firing was for the physical safety of the employees, citing the kyoani incident in japan. as per this korean fan, most fans there strongly do not believe this was the case. we have english-translated transcripts of the meeting between the mob and project moon; the threats the mob was making were to......brand project moon as a feminist company online. yes, really. male korean gamers aren't normal about feminism, and there's been an ongoing witch hunt for feminists in the industry since about 2016, something you see noted in both the labor union statements. both NPR and the BBC this phenomenon to gamergate, and i'd say it's a pretty apt comparison.]

let me know if anything needs correction or if anything should be added.

[ravendruid]

Be In My Eyes - Chapter 20

You can read the previous chapters here or on AO3. Summary: After being "forbidden" from going to the bar by the girls, the boys decide to have their own celebration at home, but as the night goes on, conversations change to more serious topics.

Vax’ildan had never been a heavy sleeper, especially during the years since he and his sister Vex’ahlia ran away from their father’s house, so it was surprising that the loud music and cheering in the living room hadn’t woken him up earlier. He had no idea when the other guys had started partying, but the bright light of his lock screen showed him it was past 11 pm, which meant he had been asleep for hours. It was to be expected since he had been exhausted from a chaotic week of midterms, but Vax never thought he would sleep through Scanlan’s lousy rendition of dumb pop songs or what Grog deemed were heavy metal roars. He considered staying in bed for a while longer, ignoring the others. If they weren’t aware that Vax was awake, they wouldn’t try to convince him to join them, but as soon as Vax heard Grog sing the first lines of Bad Blood, he knew his sanity had to be preserved, and if Percy wasn’t going to put a stop to it, then he had to do something. 

Vax had seen a lot of weird things in his life (he had seen a lot of disturbing things, too), but nothing prepared him for the image of Grog standing in the middle of the kitchen holding a spatula as a microphone while singing Taylor Swift in just his underwear—a pair of soft blue boxer briefs with yellow rubber ducks. The music came from the speakers plugged into his laptop on the dining table, where Vax could see a playlist running. Craning his neck into the living room, he saw Scanlan and Percy playing Mario Kart on the TV, each missing a few articles of clothing. 

“What the fuck is going on?�� Vax mumbled to himself. 

Just as confusion settled in further, Scanlan screamed victoriously, standing on the couch and screaming at Percy to ditch another layer. Percy, who Vax knew from experience was a bad video game player, rubbed his face in desperation and tried to argue with the short man that he didn’t have much more to remove. In fact, as he got up, Vax noticed Percy was only wearing one sock and his underwear. How Scanlan had let him go by removing just one sock as a layer of clothing was a mystery Vax never wanted to solve.

“Vax!” Grog’s scream brought everyone’s attention to him. 

Fuck. Vax stumbled away from the shadowed corner, obviously not hiding as well as he thought and tried to smile at his roommates.

“Hey, guys. What’s going on?”

“The girls won’t allow us to go to the bar, so we’re partying at home,” Grog explained. 

“Can you believe the audacity?” Scanlan protested.

Vax shook his head, feigning offense with the others. His eyes landed on Percy, sitting behind Scanlan, who looked like he cared just as much as Vax did.

“Sorry if the music was loud,” He apologized.

“That’s alright.” 

“Wanna join us, Vax?” Grog asked, handing him a beer from the fridge. Vax shrugged and took it, crossing the kitchen into the living room.

“I was kicking Percy’s ass at Mario Kart.”

“Excuse me,” Percy interjected. Vax could tell he was tipsy but not incoherent yet. “We kicked each other’s ass.”

“I kicked yours more,” Scanlan pointed at the pale man’s almost naked figure. In comparison with Percy, Scanlan was almost fully dressed. For some reason, he had opted to take out his socks and pants, leaving his shirt on instead. 

“D’ya wanna play, Vax?” Grog asked, sitting on the floor and grabbing the blue controller.

“Sure. Ready to lose?”

“Oh please,” Grog snorted, handing Vax the red controller.

It’s not that Vax was bad at video games—scratch that. Vax was terrible at video games. Even worse than Percy, who was now fully clothed. In his defense, though, Vax didn’t have many opportunities to play during his childhood and, especially, none during his teenage years. 

“Shit,” Vax cursed, looking down at his body. He was only in his underwear after getting his ass repeatedly kicked by Scanlan, Grog, and even Percy twice. 

“We should probably end it here,” Scanlan saved him. 

“Scared of what you might see, Scanman?” Vax teased the shorter man, wiggling his eyebrows. Scanlan shrugged in response. 

“Nah. It’s midnight and I’m tired of this. It’s not as fun without ladies, if you know what I mean.” He looked at Vax up and down before he continued, “Not that you’re not a handsome fella. But we have nothing more to drink and I’m still thirsty.” 

“But the girls–”

“Since when are they our bosses, Grog? The bar is a public place. They cannot decide who goes there.”

“But Pikey–”

“Please don’t tell me you’re afraid of Pike, big guy.” Vax teased. He had no intentions of leaving the house, but he still had fun poking the bear.

“She’s scary sometimes,” Grog replied. 

“You can stay home if you want, you coward,” Scanlan teased, grabbing his jacket and heading for the door. The last word seemed to affect Grog, who promptly puffed his chest at the short man. The height difference between them was comical.

“I’m no coward.”

“Then let’s go. You two staying?” Scanlan turned to Vax and Percy, who nodded at him. “As you wish.” 

Just as the door closed behind Scanlan, Vax and Percy heard the poor imitation of a chicken clucking, leaving them to chuckle and finish their beers in silence.

—

“Percival,” Vax called to his roommate, returning to the living room from the kitchen with a half-eaten sandwich. It wasn’t until his stomach grumbled louder than a freight train that he realized he hadn’t eaten anything since lunch.

“Vax’ildan,” Percy copied his serious tone.

“How’s Keyleth doing?”

Percy scoffed in a combination of disbelief with amusement.

“Really? I didn’t think you cared about her well-being anymore.”

“Of course I do. Things are just… complicated right now.”

“And who made it so?” Percy leaned into his seat, staring Vax straight in the eyes. Ice blue peered through the glass of his round golden spectacles, freezing Vax from the inside out.

“Please, Percival.” Vax didn’t bother trying to hide the desperation in his tone.

“Alright,” Percy leaned back, crossing his legs and his hands on his lap. His gaze was fixed on Vax’s, still cold and angry like he was holding a sharp knife ready to stab him in the heart.

“Keyleth is confused. She is hurt. Deeply hurt. She was already confused about her feelings, and suddenly, you started ignoring her.”

“What do you mean?”

Percy hesitated for a moment. He didn’t want to break his best friend’s trust, but this situation had become beyond absurd. Vax and Keyleth’s lack of communication brought them where they stood, and if they were both too stubborn and scared to talk about their feelings for each other, things would only worsen.

“Last weekend, she told me she was confused about her feelings for you. She was scared that you only saw her as a friend, and it would ruin your friendship. And I, the fool I am, told her she had nothing to worry about. That you were head over heels for her,” Percy paused to laugh. “Clearly, I was wrong.”

“You weren’t,” Percy saw more than heard the shame in Vax’s eyes as he spoke. “I’m in love with her. Keyleth doesn’t deserve someone like me, Percy. She deserves someone better. Someone who will treat her well. I’m not that person. I’m… I’m useless. All I do in life is bring pain and darkness to those who love me, and I don’t want to drag her down with me.”

“Is that why you pulled away from her?” Percy’s voice softened. He related so much to Vax’s feelings. If only his roommate knew that’s how Percy felt about Vex’ahlia…

“It was a mistake.”

“Yes.”

“She’s even more hurt. Did you see how much weight she lost? Fuck. If anything happened to her, I would have never forgiven myself.” Vax rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“There’s no use crying over spilled milk, Vax’ildan. Just do better. You can still fix this.”

“You think so?” A flame of hope ignited in Vax’s eyes.

“If you ask me, I think Keyleth has had feelings for you for a while. I don’t think she was aware of them until recently, and with everything that happened, I think she’s even more scared that you won’t love her back, and that’s why she’s not accepting it. She’s in denial.”

“What do you think I should do?”

“Talk to her. Tell her how you feel. Show her how sorry you are for hurting her.” Percy paused to observe Vax. He looked stressed and scared. His chest was rising and falling faster and his eyes darted everywhere, as if Vax was looking for a place to hide or a swift exit. But above all, Percy recognized the curve of his shoulders over his body as Vax tried to make himself as small as possible. “Be patient. It might take her a while to trust you again.”

“I love her. I would wait all my life for her.” Vax brought his knees to his chest and let his head fall between them. Even if he tried to hide it, Percy could still hear the sharp, labored breaths he had learned to associate with an impending panic attack.

“It’s not me who you have to tell that to.” Percy moved on the couch, trying to get closer, and patted Vax’s shoulder. “Take a deep breath now,” he instructed.

Vax raised his head slightly, only enough for Percy to see the scared glint of a brown eye darting back and forth. He took a long breath in and out and gestured for Vax to do the same, but the other just stared at him with the same fear and anxiety. 

“Everything will be alright, Vax.” He tried again, rubbing Vax’s back. This time Vax breathed with him, faster at first, but then slow until his breath became steady and relaxed.

“Good?” Percy asked. Vax nodded, eyes dropping in embarrassment. “First time you have a panic attack?”

“No. Been a while.”

“It’s alright. You’re safe here. Everything will work out well in the end. You’ll see.”

Vax nodded and curled up on himself, falling into silence.

“Percival?” Vax finally broke the silence after ten minutes.

“Yes?”

“What’s the deal between you and Vex’ahlia?”

Percy’s first reaction—much to Vax’s delight—was being taken aback by the sudden question. His second reaction, however, was everything Vax had expected and more. His cheeks turned pink, then a redness that spread to the rest of his face and down to his neck. His eyes bulged wide open in fear for the fate his answer might bring, but overall, the main emotion was embarrassment. 

“I–we’re—” Percy stammered, dragging himself away from Vax. “—just friends.”

“You don’t sound very convincing,” Vax smiled. Percy was shocked to see that it wasn’t a teasing smile. Vax was being sincere.

“It’s complicated.” Percy mirrored his words from earlier, making Vax chuckle.

“You like her,” It wasn’t a question, Percy realized. “Just… don’t hurt her, please? I would hate to break your kneecaps if you did.”

Percy laughed lightheartedly, but there was doubt in his eyes, “Here I was thinking you would do something worse than that.”

“I might.”

“You have nothing to worry about, Vax. She would never be with a guy like me.”

“Now that’s where you’re wrong, Freddy.”

“Freddy?” Percy combed a hand through his messy hair with a cocked smile.

“You are exactly her type. Dangerous, mysterious… I bet you have a tragic past, too.” Vax leaned down on his seat with a burning hatred in his eyes. “You have seen death and pain. Like recognizes like.”

“Yes, I have,” Percy confessed, dropping his hand back onto his lap. 

“Just don’t do something stupid like get my sister pregnant and leave her. If you do, your kneecaps will be the only thing left in one piece. Got it?”

Percy swallowed hard as cold sweat dripped down his spine. He had no reason to believe Vax was serious, but something inside him told him he should heed his words.

“I would never do something like that to her—to anyone, really. I promise.”

“Rich people like you make a lot of promises they can’t keep, de Rolo.”

For the second time that night, Percy was taken aback by Vax’ildan’s words. He took a moment to mull over what his roommate said (had he really threatened to kill him if he got Vex pregnant and left her?) and the message hidden between the lines. Not only did the twins have experience with death and suffering, but from Vax’s tone, they had been at the hands of someone wealthy. Someone bad enough to get a poor woman pregnant and leave. Could it be—?

“Worry not. Even if I were Vex’ahlia’s type, I would never act on my feelings for her. She deserves someone better. Someone who will bring her happiness. I’m not that person, Vax. My life is surrounded by darkness and suffering, and I will not be responsible for adding more pain to her life.”   

Vax stumbled back as if he had been hit in the stomach. Percy’s words rang true in his heart (had he not professed almost the same thing just minutes before, after all?), yet he had trouble believing them to be true. Not in the sense that Percy was lying, but that Vax couldn’t accept there would be someone in the world who would bring his sister more pain and darkness than their father and the bastard who drained her joy for his own ego.

“Look at us… We’re two idiots digging our own graves, aren’t we?” Vax asked, half-jokingly. 

“Yeah,” Percy chuckled. “Yeah, we are.”

[tele-caster]

Journal.-

11:37 PM 11/2/2022

I have known for my entire life that I hate myself. I seriously just dont know from where I get this anger. Something I can tell you that for sure I am confident, well, sometimes... At this very age of 24, going out is a problem.

I have the craving of going out but when it finally happens its just like, earth please swallow me, or getting under a bus because of being nervous of peoples bloody opinion.-

I smoke weed like hell, drink like a fish, and work like a donkey. And guess what? At this very age of 24 Im still wankering about a lot of stuff and, basically stuck. I for sure have passions and vocations, but a fucking job wont allow you to grow outside of THEIR OWN COMFORT ZONE, its like if you belong to them and then the salary just bloody fucking sucks mate, now fuck that fam!!

So, going back to the anger, and hating myself... NICE upbringings as a child, got to travel, had great schools, amazing sports permofance and excelling, sociable, and just innocent you know... Thats how I could call it? Because at that age of course your dont know shit about how the real world works, things like investing, finance, communication, business funding, image developing, personal mentality growth, goal aspects and so much more. It's just bloody bullocks weird to imagine that sometimes you think you doing things right and then encounter to understand, find out, seek and study how actually the " real " sauce on this so called thing Earth we call.

Might say additionally, that to me this is a nefarious, impulsive, full of disgrace, unholy and unhearted place to exist in and live on. Let's just analyze what the fuck this is... if you provide focus to your dreams, goals and ambitions you're a fucking freak, but working for someone for 40-50 years without ever having a break and conciously complaining about it... Isn't being freak and fucking weirdo? Like common fam, don't get fucking stupid 'ere.

My parents where somehow present here and there... I would say Dadda was more present than Mamma to be honest. Apparently my father was more calm and my mother more aggressive. Toward the many years that have gone by I've just gathered knowledge and experiences that taught me how to act, think and feel and it was all by myself. And, that's  what I think its fucking mad and nuts fam.-

How cold you leave a child to deal with his emotions alone? Anger, fear, neglection, denial, abuse, bullying, negativeness, opression and worst of all... Hate. Mother " used to be like this " says she always, but I know the story already. An apology fixes everything, right? To my belief, parents aren't those who give only creation and birth to a creature, is more than that. Father represented more; calmness, chillness, softness, mentality, approach, laughter and love.

Quite a combination for the creation I am right? Left one thing, right the other. Yup, sounds like me though matey, sound like me. From all aspirations, goals, dreams and ambitions I have, I seriously can't decide wether the fuck to do from all of them, wel... Right now aspiring to modelling and fashion desgining ( which is going great and amazing so far ) but I know I can get further than this... I love psychology, and investing and business too.

However; my personality outside something and in the inside it's just something else. People that get to know me really profoundly do know this and specially women. I think I've adopted a lot bad things, attitudes and feeling towards the world in many ways because of the describes aspects before from my parents and unbringings. Worked their asses off, busted their heads and bodies so they could give me everything I had from tip to toe my lad. So yeah, totally understand the fact they were doing that in order to provide and that's why sometimes they could and sometimes they couldn't...

Be there... Football matches, Science Fairs Expos, School Theatre Night, Head Masters Office when getting expelled or suspended from school, detention, parents request and even birthday's. Soo much anger, deception, depression, neglect, fear, impotence, stress, frustration, sadness and the worst of all... Hate. Even with my father being who he was this was what I felt as a kid... Everywhere... School, Friends House, Movie Theatre, Park, Playing football, going out with " friends ". Have a friend who kind of knows me well, you know, profoundly; he stated long time ago... " It's like if you have a demon inside and an angel outside, you have a battle that no one can help you ".

12:19 AM 11/3/2022

Continue...?

[valenshawke]

Weekly Writing Report - May 27, 2022

May 27, 2022

So… yeah. Lots of things took unexpected turns.

Fanfic

Clare and Miata Meet. Word Count as of 3 PM Pacific: 32,573. Words written since last report 1,932. Word Count continues to be slow but I wrapped up more scenes and ended up thinking of a few more. As for the timing of this fic, I need 1-2 scenes at the 3 month point (no improvement in Miata’s behavior) since I have the 6 month point (still no improvement)… arc (I guess?)... settled. Maybe a scene for month 7.5 (slight improvement). The arc for month 9 is settled where Miata shows massive improvement at times, and regression at others, the conflict between her desire to grow close to the warriors and especially Clare versus her desire for self-punishment and death because of what happened with Clarice. The event which sets up… something big later, which I didn’t plan on, and is a source for Miata and Clare to bond and change Miata’s relationship to the other warriors under Clare’s command. Honestly, I might need scenes for months 9, 10, and 11 that show this weird improvement and regression and Clare getting more and more frustrated. Huh… maybe I can use the words she used as a child to Teresa. The same pain… Actually, that would give me a segue into Clare explaining who Teresa is and that she is only a quarter Yoma… Huh, that would probably blow Miata’s mind since Miata sensed Clare as “very strong” when they first came into close proximity to each other. I haven’t written any outlines yet, but just having this little progress report is sort of a planning document as well and this is helping me resolve plot points… Amazing.

Clare apologizes to Miria. Outline Status: 18.25 pages/9,260 words. What? I mean, WHAT?! What happened here? I initially planned this to have MAYBE three scenes. I’m outlining scene FIVE and I cannot have anything less than SEVEN SCENES. And an 18.25-page outline?! This fic has caused a lot of world-building discussion amongst the family to work out many of the things Yagi never addressed. Popular subjects Sunday night included: Are there clocks? (Still up for debate, I’m leaning towards, “No.”) Why did Yagi draw the currency (beras) as sticks or rods? (Apparently, the Spartans used rod shapes for their currency so it’d be harder to steal). Is there a moon? (Yes, found a few images). Would there be enough raw materials to have some manufacturing, i.e. is blacksmithing a viable option? (It’s going to have to be, Raki is a blacksmith in my post-Canon world). I also inadvertently set up something else and something honestly huge just thinking, “Oh, wouldn’t that be cool if the event I wrote about in the above fic was actually this?” This is why I hate my brain.

Miria’s nightmares. It’s Monday. Maybe I’ll work on it before Friday. Maybe I’ll start outlining that fic just because outlining the above fic is WORKING OUT. Yeah, it’s Friday and I didn’t do shit with this fic this week. It would seem my current limit is three writing projects at various stages.

“Original”

The Vampire Story. It’s Monday, so I need to do something by Friday. Breakup the world by territory, settle on the number of Kindreds, have them all basically be the same structure with divisions in each. Corporate structure would work. Huh, maybe I should use something like Monsanto… given my job involves monitoring the ag sector and I started using agriculture metaphors years ago… Huh… Need to research Big Agro and Ag Chemicals. And, as of Friday, I also did nothing but write this blurb.

Transhumanism: As of Monday, I still need to brainstorm at least. We’ll see how it goes by Friday. Tuesday update: Uh… my pitch to myself turned into 1700 words as of 5 PM. I might try to workout the whole story and move straight into outlining. More research is needed, but… WHAT. As of Friday, I’m at 2,176 and now I’m beginning to respect the revision process more. I let the story stew for a bit longer and there’s just a lot of gaps and two options I have for the main character. Neither of which are terribly original but what is original anymore? But there are flaws in both that I’m not sure I can reconcile. That said, part of my problem is I need to be able to SHOW how the world is completely oppressive, and there’s a resentment therein among some groups, and others just trying to survive. What it basically comes down to is, the pitch is fine as it is, but I need to sit down and write the world-building. Which is generally NOT how I’ve ever done things, but that’s the point. Do something differently.

Other Writing Things.

Multitasking: Getting slightly better since I’m actively working on three projects (Shhhhhhhh, about my original work). I do think of what Seanan says about writing (for those of you that know me and are rolling your eyes, get bent. She’s my favorite writer and she calls me a friend so I’m allowed to put her on a pedestal) “You’re training for a marathon and not a sprint.” Logically, I know the more I practice, the better I’ll get. It’s just a question of staying motivated and making the time. The former isn’t always in my control since my depression can and will rear its ugly head. I need to be more vigilant when I’m falling into that abyss.

I guess the realization that planning is actually important. Laying out a story idea and word-building, for me, seems to make the writing easier. I know some writers (Looking at you Norihiro Yagi) write stories by the seat of their pants and I have tried and it’s probably done more for me NOT to write. At my job, I’ve really taken to the statement, “Preparation is the key to all battles,” and it's served me well. The creative process doesn’t have to be some vague, “Go and create.” Maybe that does mean outlining/planning everything. Breaking it up into different phases might help the actual writing process if I workout most of the story. Of course, I won’t be bound by an outline/plan if the stories would be better going a different route but… this seems to be working?

 So ends this week’s report.

[echioceras]

first day of napowrimo (using @mercuriian's prompts)

[ktheist]

life is yours

muses. professor!fiancee!namjoon x reader x fiancee’s friend!past life husband! expecting father!yoongi

genre. reincarnation au. college au. pregnancy au.

word. 1.7k

x

you loved min yoongi, you’d die for him.

and died for him you did. when the traitors came for your king, you’d leaped in front of him and took a swing of the treacherous sword. history books portrayed him as the king who went mad. the king who slayed hundreds of lives in one night and ruled for fifty more years as a tyrant.

what are histories if not painted with a tragic romance?

they said it was because of you he went mad. because he lost his queen, his breath.

a few hundred years later, he’d found her again. at the age of twenty-seven and you, twenty-two.

his girlfriend was pregnant with his baby and you were professor kim namjoon’s student-turned-fiance.

“it’s funny, you know,” you took a whiff of the cigarette and breathe out through your mouth, “we can walk out of our current relationships and ruin everyone’s perception of us, or we can just lead the life we’re living like we didn’t remember anything.”

yoongi squints his eyes as he stares up at the sun. lips tucked downwards, as though telling the universe that after one lifetime too many, he’s unimpressed.

“or we could just run away,” he recalls the flames of the torches of that night - not as bright as today’s sun but just as mocking, “forget about everything and run away.”

“you make it sound so easy,” a laugh escapes your smoke kissed lips, “it’s not as if the people we’ve known and loved are fake, faceless puppets.”

this life is just as real.

though it would’ve gone much different if you’d met each other sooner.

yoongi taps the pointed corner of the invitation card on his palm. it tickles but it’s nothing compared to the burning sensation as he held onto the handle of the sword despite it grazing his flesh.

“how far along is she?” his girlfriend, you mean. 

walking into namjoon’s office - the office you’d snuck into a few times too many but felt utterly alien - you saw the porcelain, snow-kissed complexion of your king. all at once, the memories hit you like a rain of shards.

and in each, individual shard, you see the images of your first step, first drawing, first embroidery and the first time you met yoongi. an arrogant boy whom you pushed into the koi pond.

the same boy who smirked at you the whole time during your engagement ceremony while you squirmed in your seat, scheming a runway and an apology at the same time.

and the man who strutted into the room, plopped on the left side of the bed and bade you good night on your first night as a married couple.

it was until three months later, that you trapped him under you and confronted him about it.

you thought yoongi, the crown prince turned king, had a lover. but he loved you too much to hurt you. they said you’re supposed to bleed on your first time. you laughed until your stomach hurt because you were happy beyond words that your husband was abstaining himself for you and not going around fucking a lover behind your back.

not even a year later, you caressed your stomach and giggled to yourself, thinking about yoongi’s stone cold expression turning pink and speechless. that night, the rebellion happened.

your last memories was of him holding you in his arms and calling out your name. 

in this lifetime, your first memory of him is watching him smile a familiar smile that screamed awkwardness as namjoon relayed their youthful tales.

that was, until he got to the part where yoongi’s about to be a father.

all of a sudden, there’s a knot in your stomach. it twists and tightens until you feel like you’re going to puke if you didn’t excuse yourself, saying something about calling your mom that you’d be having dinner with namjoon and letting the two men catch up.

“ten weeks. we’re ten weeks pregnant,” he sucks in a deep, agonized breath - and from the way he’s gazing up at the sky with his hands on his hips, you don’t think he meant to hide his afflictions.

the way he refers to himself and her as ‘we’ makes that knot all the more painful.

“i was a seven weeks pregnant,” you smile softly to yourself, gazing down at your stomach as if you could feel your baby from your previous lifetime.

you shouldn’t have said it.

should’ve just kept quiet.

but-

“they told me you were eight weeks in,” the soft, breathless tone that comes from yoongi is  what makes your heart beat again.

as if you’d come to life. as if min ___, the queen of joseon had come back to tell her king the one thing she wished to say. the one thing she wished for.

a family.

“taeyang. i was going to name him taeyang because he was going to be the sun of the dynasty and bring peace to the nation,” you laugh and it’s the choked up sound that you make that makes you realize you’re on the verge of crying.

“never thought i’d be talking about histories and dynasties with anyone - i hate history,” the confession slips out of you like you’re talking with an old friend. someone you trust wholeheartedly. someone you know you can confide in. 

yoongi was your friend, your lover, your king.

“come with me. i have a savings account, we can start anew somewhere, we can have what we couldn’t have back then.” he turns to you and looks at you in the eye. 

“what about your baby?” you ask because you know it’s meant for his future family.

“i’ll send child support every month,” he says.

“your parents?” you ask because his mother was a concubine and the king barely remembered his name out of the names of his many children.

in this lifetime, from the way namjoon candidly told the story, you know they love their eldest son as much as he loves them.

“they’ll adore you,” he says.

“no one’s gonna love a homewr- ah,” you hiss, dropping the cigarette that was trapped between your fingers until it burned your skin.

“___,” a familiar, deep but less gravelly tone reverberates against the walls as namjoon comes jogging at you like you’re a kid who just bruised her knee.

you study his face and yoongi’s eyes burn holes in your head.

from the way he meets your gaze and gives you ‘your fingers almost got burned and you’re looking at me?’ you think it’s safe to say that he didn’t hear what you were saying.

“i’m fine, i just burned my fingers because i got too engulfed in yoongi’s stories about how you two met,” you laugh at how namjoon’s inspecting your fingers more attentively than a doctor would.

“another reason to include in the long list of reasons not to smoke,” your finacee chides.

“that was my last,” you announce in a higher pitch than your usual voice - and that’s how namjoon knows you’re half-joking, even when you- “i promise.”

“anyways,” you place the injured hand on his chest to distract him - the way yoongi’s jaw tighten doesn’t go past you, “i talked to my dad because apparently my mom was cooking and couldn’t come to the phone and he said to tell you to bring me back before curfew.”

it’s the way namjoon freezes underneath your touch, his eyes blinking once and his soul retreating far back into his subconscious that makes you giggle.

“i’m kidding.”

only then, does he breathe again.

“my mom wasn’t cooking, she was watching her favorite show,” you say again.

it takes a split second for namjoon to put two and two together and tenses up again. as if he feels your father’s hardened gaze behind him. your father didn’t take it too well when you introduced your professor as your boyfriend who proposed to you a week before.

“it was nice meeting you, yoongi, we look forward to see you at our wedding,” you extend a hand, the playful smile reserved for namjoon, now directed at your king.

the king whom you died for. and the king who you’re telling to live his life, as you’ll live yours.

“wouldn’t miss my best friend’s wedding for the world,” he smiles, his hand grasping yours and you thought you’re going to combust from the electrifying sensation that runs through your veins.

but it’s only short-lived. 

you pull your hand away and he summons his back to his side.

he turns to namjoon and gives him a pat on his shoulder, congratulating him again but this time, with a lingering stare before walking past the two of you and towards the parking lot.

“professor, i’ll get my purse from your office and we’ll be good to go.” you say absently before skipping to the opposite direction of where yoongi was headed.

with each step you take, you hear your heart breaking. just like the pieces of your memories that rains down like shards of glass.

you wonder if you’ll make it through this life without dying of a broken heart.

“i thought we fixed that?” namjoon murmurs behind you, just as you sling the strap of your purse over your shoulder.

“hm?” you turn to the man leaning against the doorframe, observing you with a crease between his brows.

“you called me professor again,” namjoon mumbles almost as if he’s sulking.

and your heart warms at the tender sight of a grown man acting like a child. you’re reminded of the reason you fell for kim namjoon. his gentle nature was the opposite of yours yet he laughed at your jokes like he laughed off your flirtatious advancements.

he told you he saw you as a student and lent you his scarf when he saw you shaking in the cold while waiting for your uber. the next time he saw you, at 11 pm before the library closes, he offered to drive you home even though his was in the opposite direction from yours.

“namjoon,” you say his name, a smile tucked on your lips as you wrap your arms around his waist and his arm that had been crossed over his chest instantly makes it way around you, “thank you.”

“for what?” his eyes light up like a christmas tree, dimple digging into his cheek.

“for choosing me,” you stand on the tip of your toes and he meets you halfway for the kiss.

and you loved min yoongi, you died for him.

you love kim namjoon, you choose to live the rest of your life with him.

x

note. so like, the title - technically, it’s like oc saying “my life is yours” to both yoongi and namjoon but in different lifetimes :D

[ripperdaddy]

the viktor vector romance path + ending we deserve

Disclaimer: This is definitely something I came up with in my head. There will be a few instances that are solely made up so it can tie in with the “story.” This is purely fictional; something I wished happened if there was a possible Vik romance 🥰 This is based on my general knowledge of the game & Vik’s life. All gifs + images are from my own personal play through, but wouldn’t be possible without the help of the Appearance Menu Mod, found on Nexus Mods by the creators, MaximiliumM and CtrlAltDaz. And the shirtless Vik mod by the lovely samsnak ♡

It would start after completing the Paid In Full quest where you pay Vik back the eddies you owe him.

I feel like realistically, the general player would have to be at least halfway through the story to have collected enough eddies. I would say that a good point in the story where we can begin the romance is that you’ve already established a connection to Alt and have dealt with the VDB’s.

I think it would be a short side quest like River’s. Vik already plays a big part in the story overall on his own, so I don’t think it’s necessary to make his “side quest” too long. His romance would just be an addition to the ending.

And as much as I would love for him to be a bisexual option for both male/female V, if we’re sticking with the game’s standard with limiting partners to only one kind of partner, he would only be romance-able by a female V with a feminine voice.

V: Finally scrounged up enough eddies to pay you back in full.

Vik: Hold on to ‘em just in case - you need ‘em more than me.

V: I’m not taking them all the way to my grave, Vik. Here. And.. thanks again for doing so much work on me ‘thout ever seein’ an enny.

Vik: That’s what friends are for.

Then, there is an additional option for dialogue to trigger the romance path.

V: Friends? I think you’ve been in and out of my body more than anyone else I’ve hooked up with in Night City.

He laughs, with a coy smile. “Well, can’t argue with you there. Why don’t we take some of these eddies and grab a drink. You know, to celebrate. Catch up on old times. Haven’t seen you round here much lately, kid.”

You agree to meet at the El Coyote Cojo tomorrow evening.

You meet around 9 PM and you are welcomed by the sight of Pepe and Vik at the bar.

V: Nice choice of venue.

Vik: Thought you’d like it. Haven't been here since.. well, you know.

V: I miss him, Vik.

Vik: I know, V. Me too.

You immediately take a seat and tinker with a few dialogue options, where you can either have a sweet moment talking about Jackie or some surface questions to ask, like how he’s doing, what kind of drink he likes, etc. But it all winds down to Jackie anyway, where Vik confides in you about his past. Judging by how Vik was so affected by Jackie’s death, and V’s (if you chose the suicide ending), you can tell that he has lost a lot in his life, and keeps his circle very small.

You then achieve an even closer, more personal relationship with him. But, ultimately nothing happens other than the usual, wait 24 hours in game for a text/phone call from Vik to head into the next stage. At least now, you have established the foundation for a future romance.

Halfway through the 24 hour period, you get a text from Vik thanking you for the lovely evening. No reply needed, as he calls you once the 24 hour mark hits and invites you out for another date.

You meet at Tom’s Diner for coffee in the afternoon. It starts off with him apologizing for being emotional the previous night and asks if you’re open to hanging out again and going down to Pacifica to watch a fight with him.

Vik: Hey, V. I just wanted to apologize about last night. I didn’t mean to be such a downer.

V: It’s okay, Vik. We share the same grief.

Vik: I was going to head down to Pacifica and catch a real good match later on today. I was wondering if you’d like to come along, think it’d be great for the both of us, you know, as a distraction.

pssst even Johnny’s rooting for y’all ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Johnny: Hmm, interesting.

V: What?

Johnny: Never thought you'd be going out with this guy.

V: Vik's amazing. And I mean--we basically owe it to him since he practically saved our life.

Johnny: Don't tell me you're going out with him out of pity.

V: I'm not.

Johnny: I know, I can feel you get all mushy-gushy. It's almost repulsive. Just wanted to hear you admit it.

V: Eat a dick, Johnny.

You arrive before the GIM and blend into the crowd.

V: Nothin’ like watching guys beat the shit out of each other to get your blood pumpin’, huh?

Vik: This is a real good matchup, V. This kid’s fresh, young talent.

V: You miss it, don’t you?

Before the fight begins, Vik shares a story about his time in the ring and coming in second in the Watson Boxing Grand Prix.

There’s some extra fun options in the dialogue, you can bet some eddies on who’s gonna win, or side with him. The fight ends, and you two head outside.

Since you’re already out in Pacifica, you head over to the boardwalk (where you would ride the roller coaster with Johnny) and he starts telling you about the last days of his boxing career and how he transitioned from the sport to being a ripperdoc.

You both share a sweet moment with each other, reminiscing about old times and talking about V’s future with the relic. This is where I would see Vik confessing how he feels about you, mentioning how grateful he is for Jackie introducing you to him.

The evening ends and Vik asks you to give him some time to try and dig up some footage from his storage and have you come over to watch. You can kiss him then wait another 24 in game hours before the last quest. Halfway through, he texts you and asks you what you’d like for dinner. You can opt for pizza or chinese.

I haven’t seen or read anything about how or where Vik lives. If I overlooked something, please let me know! But for the sake of the story, let’s say he does actually have his own place that’s now introduced in the game. Personally, I think he has a typical bachelor pad, like a really nice apartment. Not too far from his clinic either. He looks like he would just walk to work. Vik definitely has a lot of money, but he’s so humble I doubt he would choose to live lavishly. As mentioned in the beginning, he typically just “sleeps nights” ever since he was over “being a legend” so I’m guessing his lifestyle is very routine. He goes to work, goes home, sleep. Seems unlikely he has a place like the Peralez’s. It would probably be just the same as V’s but decorated to his taste.

The evening comes and you are over at his place. He’s dressed in just a white undershirt, no exo-glove. You get to know more about his family, how he grew up — scanning things around his place. Then he plays some footage of one of his fights for you, while you two have a conversation and share a beer. As you two sit on the couch, you get close, then have an opportunity to kiss him.

then this is where da sex happen hihihi (ノ・ω・)ノ

The next morning you wake up and you two have a heartfelt conversation about where this is going. He already knows your situation, so I would assume he is very accepting and supportive. And with Vik, he seems like the kind of guy who would still want to be in your life and keep the friendship the same way despite no longer being together romantically. So it’s official. He’s your man 🥵 !!11!1!

Like how River gives you the “fuck the police” tank top after sleeping with him, I think Vik would give you his Night City Devils t-shirt that provides you with a significant amount of armor or some kind of cyberware upgrade that makes you invulnerable for a brief moment while using your hands to fight enemies.

Note: I was thinking of Vik giving V his boxing glove necklace, but because it's part of his character's appearance in the game, I don't think we would be able to essentially "take it" from him - unless he gives you a replica as a keepsake. Which I think would also work.

If you successfully romance, during the rooftop scene near the end of Nocturne OP55N1 (despite Vik’s disposition of him telling you to take matters in your own hands and being a little closed off), you still have an option to reach out to him when Johnny advises you to call a loved one.

V: Hey, Vik. I just wanted to say, thanks for hanging with me, until the end.

Vik: Quit talking like it is, V. Just do what you need to do.

V: I mean, think of it. It’s like I’m heading into the last round of this whole thing.

Vik: Well, in that case.. remember—keep your hands up, guarded at all times. It ain’t over just yet.

V: Heh.. I can feel it, just a few more punches.

Vik: Now look at you - the new welterweight champ of Night City.

V: Thanks, coach.

Vik: Last piece of advice from the coach's corner. Just.. be careful, kid. Remember, I’m with you.

Okayyyy, soooo I’m not the biggest fan of how CDPR gave us two of the same endings (Path of Glory). The only difference is that Rogue’s life is spared. I would have assumed that not only would we get to keep Rogue around, things should have played a bit more differently for V if we took the route of going solo against the corpos. So let’s tweak it.

This specific ending; it should be after getting through Don’t Fear The Reaper where you single-handedly manage to rip through Arasaka by yourself. Johnny goes back to Alt & Rogue is still alive. Yes nobody dies!!!

(honestly this ending can apply to any love interest you choose)

Vik and V are now living together in a lavish penthouse, entertaining an upcoming merc to do their work for them (which is now the current POV of the player.) You were recruited by Rogue at the Afterlife, who told you to visit this couple for a real, preem job.

They give you some vague details about the gig and go on for a brief moment about what you will be doing and what you should expect. Vik emphasizes to you that it’s important you get what they need because it’s for his wife, V, as her life depends on it.

As Never Gonna Fade Away is playing in the background, they tell you to break into Arasaka HQ.

Then the game officially ends.

[peaxhcringe]

Rocks and Stars

Pairing: Kuroo x reader

Genre: Fluff (slight NSFW towards the end???), friend to lovers trope 

Warnings: N/a

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Stargazing with Kuroo

A/N: I want to thank my friend @socialxcatastrophe​ for helping me write the end when I got stuck and for proof reading this.. go read her stuff that she’s posting today because she is an amazing writer.  Enjoy this bit of cringe and bad writing As usual if there is anything wrong or messed up let me know. Enjoy!! 

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The TV echoed softly in your room, the cringy reality show playing quietly, as light filled your dark room. You  were laying on your bed, your back resting against your headboard as you held a large stuffed animal in your arms. Your eyes watching the TV screen, a bored look etched on your face as you took in the rather awkward show. It was a Friday night, and here you were watching shitty TV and cuddling with a stuffed animal, while your friends were all out practicing for a game or studying. Your eyes shifted from the TV to your black phone screen, waiting to see if it would light up with a notification. You brought a hand from your pillow to your phone, tapping on the screen to check your messages between you and your friend Kuroo, hoping maybe he had texted you. 

Your eyes blinked quickly as they adjusted to the brightness of your screen, eventually clearly seeing the white messenger and only seeing your last text to him 

Hey, do you wanna come over tonight? 🥺 

The text hadn’t been read yet, a soft groan leaving your lips as you lightly tossed your phone back onto the bed, your head laying back against the headboard with a thunk. You let your eyes close, only the soft lulling of the TV filling your senses as your body began to relax, your shoulders falling and your arms loosening their grip on the stuffed animal you held in your hands. 

thunk 

thunk

thunk

Your eyes slowly opened as a soft thunk rang out in your room. An eyebrow raising as you hear the soft sound again. 

thunk

thunk 

Sitting up, you begin to look around your room trying to find a source of the noise. You lay the stuffed animal on your bed, as you move off the mattress, a small creak filling the room. The carpet of your room is soft against your feet, as you begin to walk around trying to find a source of the now almost constant thunk. The soft light of the TV illuminates the floor, allowing you to be able to not trip over anything that might be laying in your way.

As you pass by your window another small thunk sounds, your head shoots towards the noise just in time to see a small pebble hit the glass and fall back to the ground below. Your eyebrows raise in question as you slowly step towards the glass, your hip grazing against your nightstand. Taking a deep breath you turn your gaze to the ground below, noticing a dark figure standing beneath your window. 

Your eyes widen in fear, your heart beginning to race as you notice it step closer to the house. Your eyes follow it as the porch light shines over the figure, the image of your best friend Kuroo now in your vision. Letting out a sigh, and placing your hand to your heart in relief you grip the window and push it up with a small squeak, before leaning out over the edge. 

“Kuroo what the hell?!” You yell, watching as his heads turns up towards your window, a smile stretching across his face 

“Come on! I wanna take you somewhere” He says simply, a hand waving me down 

“Kuroo do you know what time it is?” You ask, not even sure of the time yourself, although last time you checked it was around 11:30 pm 

Your eyes take a moment to glance over at the red numbers that streaked along a black digital clock that rested atop your nightstand, the numbers 12:37pm being displayed. 

“Does it matter? I wanna show you something, we don’t how much time, so hurry up” He says, waving to me once again before turning around and heading off sidewalk, probably in case my parents woke up and decided to check out who was yelling 

You rolled your eyes before closing your window, and moving to grab your phone off the bed. You think for a moment to change clothes, as you were only in your pajamas, but shaking your head as you glance at your figure in the mirror you rush out of your room and head downstairs. Quickly, you slip on some shoes before walking out, the cool autumn air hitting your skin as you walk up to Kuroo, the wind lightly blowing through his hair. 

“So what’s so important that you had to come throw rocks at my window?” You ask, following behind him as he begins to walk down the sidewalk

He smiles at you as he slightly turns his head just enough to catch a glimpse of you in the corner of his brown eyes. 

“Be patient kitten” He speaks slowly, a smirk etched onto his face as your face heats up  instantly from the nickname. 

Although you both weren’t dating every now and then he’d randomly use either “kitten” or “doll” when speaking to you. You weren't sure if he did it on purpose just to fluster you, but knowing Kuroo that was most likely the case, being the natural flirt that he is. Although he was a big chemistry nerd he did have his flirty moments, making sure to fluster you by calling you nicknames or even lifting his shirt up in the middle of practice letting you catch a glimpse of his rather well-built chest.  

You only had known Kuroo for around 2 years, and only just recently joined the team and helped out with being the manager. Over the years you had begun to get quite the big crush on him, you weren’t really sure why the chemicals in your brain decided that the rooster haired looking cat man had to be one of your biggest crushes, but to be honest you weren’t really complaining. 

The walk to wherever the hell he was taking you was rather silent, the two of you just enjoy one another’s company and the soft breeze of the air as it licked across the exposed skin of your arms, goosebumps slowly rising. Kuroo’s steps began to fall slower as you neared an overhang that overlooked part of the city, the bright lights of the shops and street lamps illuminated the entire area allowing the city to have an almost angelic glow. 

“Over here” Kuroo spoke softly, lightly taking your hand in his before walking to a clear patch of grass that had a couple of dandelions sprouting from the ground “Come on, sit down it’s about to start” He continued excitedly

You watch as he plops down on the grass, before taking your hand and lightly pulling you to sit next to him. The grass felt soft against your skin as you moved to where you were now sitting with your legs crossed, your hands resting softly in your lap. 

“So, what are we waiting for exactly?” You ask looking at him, still having absolutely no idea why you were here

Kuroo’s hands were placed behind him on the grass as he leaned back against them, his head tilted back as his eyes scanned the night sky. The sky was clear, allowing every star to shine brightly and for the moon to almost shine down upon you both almost like a spotlight. 

“Patience” He says softly, letting his eyes fall closed for a moment before they look back to scan the sky 

You let out a soft huff, as you tilted your own head up towards the dazzling sky, your eyes catching a couple constellations that hung brightly in against the dark background. 

“Hey,” You begin, lifting your arm and mixing Kuroo’s softly “Which constellation is that?” You ask, lifting your hand up and pointing towards the W shaped constellation with five brightly stars out lining it. 

A soft laugh leaves Kuroo’s throat as his gaze turns to your pointed finger, his body leaning closer to yours as he tries to get a better idea of where you were pointing. His warm breath blew against your arm, the goosebumps disappearing only to return as a gust of wind blew past you both. 

“I’m good a chemistry, not astronomy” Kuroo spoke with laugh, before turning to you with a smile on his face “but luckily for you I just happen to know that constellation”

You rolled your eyes as he moved to sit up straighter, his leg brushing against yours as he crossed his legs. 

“Well? What is it?” You ask, turning your head towards his, only to meet his dark brown eyes 

“Well, that constellation there is called Cassiopeia. It’s just above the Big Dipper” He explains, lifting his own hand up and pointing below the constellation to another own that was shaped like a pot “then the one next to the Big Dipper is the Little Dipper” He continued, moving his finger to the smaller looking constellation

Your eyes followed his finger, as he continued to explain the stars that displayed in front of you. You tried your best to listen as he soon enough began going on tangent, but almost everything he said seemed to go in one ear and out the other. 

“-oh and there’s the” 

“Kuroo, for someone who said they didn’t know much about constellations you seem to know a lot” You spoke with a laugh, watching as his head turned towards you 

A blush ran across his cheeks as he laughed softly, raising a hand to the back of his neck.

“My bad” He apologized, “I got a little too carried away”

Raising a hand, you softly patted his shoulder before looking back towards the sky, silencing falling upon the both of you. Your eyes begin to close as another soft gust of wind blows over you, letting goosebumps rise against your skin. Your head falls back, while you place your arms behind you so you can lean against your forearms. The soft rustling of the grass from your movements fills your ears, before everything once again falls into a comfortable silence. A yawn escapes your mouth as your tiredness begins to slowly catch up with you. 

“Tired already? What are you 60?” Kuroo laughs, noticing your sleep state 

You lazily turn your head towards him, your eyes barely opening as you speak 

“It’s almost 1 am Kuroo, I would already be asleep right now if you didn’t drag me out here” 

“Technically, you willingly tagged along so therefore this is your own fault” He corrects, a smile on his face as he lifts his hand up, motioning as he talks 

“Yeah yeah whatever” You mumbled waving him off, letting your weight rest back against your arms “Can I lay in your lap?” You ask randomly, letting your head lul to the side, your eyes closing again as you wait for his response 

This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve ever asked to lay in his lap, in fact you ask all the time. At a glance you wouldn’t think that his thighs were comfortable, but that’s where you would be very wrong. Somehow his thighs were the most comfortable spot to lay on, almost more comfortable than some of your pillows. 

“That tired huh?” Kuroo asks with a laugh, making sure to tease you like he does every time 

Wordlessy, you open eyes, glaring at him before he lifts a hand and places it on your shoulder 

“Come on” He says, pushing you shoulder lightly letting you know that you can lay down 

“Thank you!” You say quickly, moving your body against the grass. 

The dewy grass feels wet against your skin as you move to lay down on it, your clothes becoming slightly wet the longer your body rests against it. You lightly let your head fall against Kuroo’s thighs, one of his hands instinctively moves to your hair letting it flow against his thighs. Your face faces up towards the sky, Kuroo’s jaw slightly in your vision as he leans his head back. Silence surrounds you both again as you begin to relax against Kuroo, his calloused fingertips running through hair, lightly pulling the strands through his fingers. Your eyes scan the night sky, tracing out every little constellation in your sight. A plane flying overhead catches your eye, as the blinking red light slowly moves across the dark sky

“Where do you think those people are headed?” You ask, thinking out loud, your eyes staying locked on the moving plane 

You feel Kuroo move beneath you as he turns his head up towards the sky, his eyes catching the plane that yours were locked on. With a shrug of his shoulders he begins to speak 

“No idea, maybe to go see family” He answers, his hand still slowly pushing through your hair as he continues to speaks “or maybe to visit someone special” 

You scoff at his statement, rolling your eyes, before looking back to the sky. Your hands move to rest against your stomach, your fingers lightly playing with the cloth of your shirt.

“Well if you could travel where would you go?” You ask, turning your gaze to Kuroo’s face only to be met with the view of his jaw and his adam’s apple 

A soft blush crosses your face as you take in his appearance. Although you were only met with the half of his face you almost knew exactly what he looked like, his eyes closed and a smile on his face.  Every time he was able to drag you out at night, you both always ended up like this, with you laying in lap and his head up towards the sky, letting the wind blow against his face. 

“Not sure, I like being here. What about you?” He asks, tilting his head down, your eyes meeting

Your heart jumps as you meet, the moon somehow shining in them. Your eyes look around his face, as smiles down at you, his cheeks lightly tinted red from the cold wind. 

“I- well I’m not sure” You answer, your head moving to the side as you stare up at him

His hair gently swayed as a soft gust of wind blew past, some pieces falling gently against his forehead. Without thinking, you lifted a hand and pushed the fallen strands away, bringing it back into the mess that was Kuroo’s hair. 

“Y/n” Kuroo begins, his eyes falling to your lips before back to your eyes “Can I kiss you?” 

Your eyes widen at his question, your heart instantly beginning to pound against your chest. A hot blush rushes to your face as he continues to stare down at you, his hand stopping it’s twirling of your hair, as he waits for a response. 

“I-” You begin, shocked at how out of the place the questioned seemed 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like and it wasn’t the face you didn’t want to kiss him, because damn did you want to kiss him at least once, but it was how randomly he asked. You’ve known this rooster haired man for years and you’re used to his weird questions, but this has been the first time he’s ever asked anything like this. 

Does he like me?

Why did he ask? 

What’s happening?

All these questions kept popping into your head as your eyes continued to stare into his. The stars sparkled behind him, framing him like a picture as the constellation he named ‘Cassiopeia’ had moved behind him. The moon shone down against the both of you like a spotlight as you swallowed, your mouth becoming dry. Your crush, since you were 9 just asked if he could kiss you. Were you dreaming? This was something you wished for when you were little, but now that it's actually happening you didn’t know what to do. 

“Hey, nevermind, don’t wor-” 

As he began to speak you quickly sat up, placing your soft hands against his cheeks, and looking him dead in the eye. Your eyes scanned his face, from his eyes to lips and back to his eyes again. Your tongue shot out of your mouth licking your lips as his hand placed themselves on your arms. Taking one deep breath, you lean forward, pressing your lips against rather soft ones. Just as quickly as it began you pulled away, the taste of apple lip balm resting on your lips as you licked them. Kuroo’s eyes were just as wide as yours, a part of him actually shocked that you kissed him, not that he was complaining or anything. Letting out a sigh, your move to let your hands fall from his face, only for him to pull you back into another kiss. One hand moves to his shoulder as he kisses you, the apple lip balm easily being tasted against your tongue.

“Apple huh?” You say with a laugh as he pulls away, a smile crossing your face as you watch his face heat up 

“Oh shut up” He laughed, letting his hand fall to your waist as your rolled your eyes 

You both sat there looking at one another, stars seeming to blink rhythmically against the sky. 

“Again.” Kuroo whispers, his eyes turning darker as he pulls you on top of him. 

Your flushes bright red as he takes your chin in his hand, forcing your eyes to meet. 

“Please…” He continues, his eyes showing want as he looks at you 

Without a second thought you press your lips against his, your arms placing themselves on either side of his head, and onto the dewy grass. He lips press harder against yours as his hands slowly move from your face slowly down against the curve of your body before finally resting, placing themselves against the fat of your thighs, giving them a slight squeeze. 

He softly pulled away, his lips turning into a smirk, “Wow, God Y/n you bring a whole new meaning to chemistry because fuck I want this connection.”

Your eyes roll in disappointment before bringing your lips back to his, his smile engraved upon your lips. One of your hands moves from the grass to his chest, holding yourself up as your body is pressed against his. Your other hand stays cemented to the grass, gripping it just a bit as you try to deepen the kiss. 

“Kuroo…” You whisper, pulling away his brown eyes meeting your e/c ones, “ I like you” 

You watch as a smile appears over his face, a soft chuckle vibrating against your chest before he speaks “I like you too, Y/n.” Your smile back, before leaning down and putting your face in his neck, embarrassment starting to take over. Kuroo laughs again, his laugh ringing in your ear as his hands never once leave your thighs, making sure to give them a soft squeeze every now and then. 

Who would’ve thought that your Friday night would end up with you in your now boyfriend’s arms, looking up at the sparking constellations as they shone brightly against the darkened sky. Your eyes stared into his, as you sat up, your mind falling further into your thoughts as you lifted a hand to his hair, lightly pushing a couple strands away from his face. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, placing his head in between your neck and your shoulder, placing a soft against the skin

“You.” Your face lights up with a smile as his body chuckles against you. 

His lips move up to your cheek, pressing a soft kiss there, before you both look back up at the night sky. You’ve never felt happier than in this moment with Kuroo. The cool wind blowing and the soft grass pressing into your legs as your body was pressed against his.

[joheun-saram]

right here (jhs)

Summary- “That’s the thing about dating your best friend, when you break up you not only lose your partner, you lose the person who would console you too.”

word count- 4.1k

pairing- college!hoseok x reader

rating- pg15

genre- angst, childhood lovers, college au

warnings- drinking, marijuana use mention, mentions of sex but no explicit descriptions

a.n- i’ve been obsessed with keshi’s song right here and so this fic was born. i love hobi and i hurt writing this. s/o to @papillonsgf for reading it and easing my worries 🥺

Feedback much appreciated! 💕 An ask goes a long way... to my heart.

gif is not mine! :)

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March 8th, 2:04 am

Y/N: I know it's random, how you've been?

March 11th, 11:26 pm

Y/N: Do you remember 'bout this band you said you listened to?

March 16th, 1:17 am

Y/N: I miss you, Hobi :(

March 16th, 3:43 am

Y/N: Hope life is treating you better...

Hoseok watched across the room as you sat in Taehyung’s lap. Your hand was on his chest as you laughed at a joke while his hand laid on your bare thigh, caressing right where your skirt ended. Hoseok’s drink tasted bitter as he scrolled through the messages you had sent him last month. 

He didn’t know why he was so held up on you still. It had been over three months since you broke up but every time you messaged him it was like his heart somersaulted in his chest. He had taken Yoongi’s advice to ignore your messages, in fact, Yoongi had suggested blocking you altogether so Hoseok could have some peace and move on but every time he tried to block you something stopped him. He could never bring himself to do it. It was like every atom in his body revolted against it.

You had dated for two years and even before that, you had been best friends for six years. Now you were a shadow in his life, always there in the background but he couldn’t feel you anymore. Ever present, but he could never catch you. He missed you. He always missed you but it seemed that you were happier now with your new guy. As he watched you cuddling cosily with Taehyung, he was sure that you weren’t even aware that he was at this party.

“I love you, Y/N. Please. I’m only saying this because I love you.” Hoseok maintained his tone despite how angry he felt at your actions. You had just casually told him you were flunking another class as you dressed up to go to another party. He couldn’t believe your cavalier attitude. You had been doing that a lot lately - going out with your new friends and getting wasted beyond your limit. This was how it always went. You’d go out and then come home late, stumbling into bed giggling, your breath reeking of liquor as you cuddled into him. He’d let it pass for months but he could see you disappear. He had tried to convince you to turn it down a notch time and time again but it always ended in the same ugly fight.

“You don’t control the people you love!” You snapped at him from where you stood in your shared bedroom, jacket falling off of one shoulder.

“I’m not trying to control you… Baby, please! I just want you to do better.” He went over to you, fixing your jacket as he cupped your face. He wanted you to understand how much it hurt him to see you this way. You shrugged him off, moving backward.

“Oh just because my grades suck, I’m not doing good?” Malice painted your tone as you raised your voice.

“You know that’s not what I mean, but this is not you. Showing up drunk to class? Staying all night at frat parties? That’s not you!” He matched your volume. He needed you to see that he was not the enemy. He wanted to shake some sense into you.

“Well, maybe you don’t know me, Hoseok.” Your eyes narrowed at him and he felt his heart sink. How could you say that to him? The ice in your tone running through his veins.

“I’ve known you since we were twelve!” He ran his hands over his face in frustration.

“That doesn’t give you the right to tell me how to live!” You poked him in the chest as your anger flared further.

“Please baby. Just talk to me. What’s wrong?” He softened his tone as he clasped your hand poking him in both of his. He knew you. Despite your words, he knew you. There was no way you were suddenly a party animal. There had to be something wrong.

“I just want to enjoy university, is that too much to ask?” You pulled your hand away from his harshly. He didn’t know what he was doing wrong but your anger fed his.

“And blacking out each night is enjoying it?”

“I can’t do this. I can’t have the same fight every night!” 

“Then stop. Stop fucking throwing your life away!” He couldn’t help how his voice broke at the end of the sentence. He could never control his emotions, especially when it came to you, and anger fuelled the tears that threatened to escape his eyes.

“Fuck you Hoseok. Fuck you! I’m done!” You pushed past him as you made your way towards the front door.

“What do you mean you’re done? Where are you going?” He grabbed your wrist as you neared the door, tears freely flowing at seeing your face distorted in anger. “Stop. Talk to me.”

“I don’t want to talk to you. I never want to see you again.” Your voice was cold, almost formal. No hint of emotion whereas Hoseok was a bawling mess. He always hated how in control of your emotions you were compared to him.

“Y/N… You don’t mean that. I love you.” He pulled you into a hug and whispered into your hair, holding on for dear life. His heart was racing. He couldn’t lose you. He didn’t know who he was without you. How could you look him in the eye and tell him you never wanted to see him again? Did eight years mean nothing to you?

“I love you too but I can’t do this anymore. You’re suffocating me.” You pushed him off and he could see the tears in your eyes, betraying your carefully put together facade.

“Y/N… please don’t do this.” He pleaded, holding your hand before you harshly shrug him off again.

“Bye Hoseok. I hope you find someone you don’t have to lecture.” You opened the door as you gave him one last withering look before heading out.

“Wait! You can’t just end us like this!”

“I can and I have. I’ll move out tomorrow.” And with that you were gone, disappearing into the night, while Hoseok crumpled to the ground, sobbing, unsure how your relationship had gotten to this point.

Hoseok walked into the kitchen. He needed something stronger than beer. He spotted a bottle of tequila on the counter, thanking his stars that the frat hosting this party was one that provided alcohol. As he poured himself a generous shot, Namjoon appeared slinging his arm around his shoulders, clearly tipsy.

“Hobi! Are you doing shots without me?” He gasped mockingly as he poured himself one too. Namjoon and Hoseok didn’t used to be particularly close but after his breakup with you, both men had bonded over their broken hearts. Namjoon’s girlfriend had cheated on him a few months before and it became a tradition for the two of them to drink in his apartment together. In fact, the only reason Hoseok was here today was that Yoongi had insisted that the two of them take their drinking outside of his and Namjoon’s shared apartment and try to find someone else to get over their heartbreak. He was sure it was only because Yoongi was annoyed by how loud they both got and he needed some peace. He had been roommates with Yoongi in first-year and he felt bad to impose on his friend almost every weekend so he agreed to let Namjoon drag him to this party.  Little did he know that you would be here tonight too.

“Never Joon! I wouldn’t betray the heartbreak boys!” Hoseok tried to muster as much excitement as he could, his smile half-hearted and not reaching his eyes. Fortunately, Namjoon didn’t notice as the two took three shots back to back. The sting in Hoseok’s throat felt welcomed, like antiseptic on a bad wound. 

“So you know how the best way to get over someone is getting under someone else?” Namjoon questioned, his eyes glazed over, as he looked over Hoseok’s shoulder. Hoseok responded in a hum, barely paying attention as his thoughts clouded over and replayed the way Taehyung’s hands caressed your body. He wished he never saw you tonight. Going from seeing you every day to not seeing you for three months had been terrible, but not as terrible as seeing you in his arms. Before he could delve further into his pain, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned to see a pair of women, one already going into Namjoon’s arms as she pressed her lips to his, and the other introducing herself to him. He barely heard her name and after still not getting it for a second time, he decided to not bother. 

He didn’t want to make new friends, didn’t want to get under someone else as Namjoon had so eloquently put it. He just wanted you. She was persistent though, flirting aggressively, taking his disinterest as a cue to work harder. As the shots caught up to him, he just let her. Let her push him against the wall of the kitchen, let her kiss his lips, his neck. Let her run her hands under his shirt. He kissed her back after that but as he closed his eyes, he saw your face. He kissed her harder hoping the image went away but it grew stronger, the memories of you whimpering under him, memories of you laughing as you came. God, you always giggled as you came and he was so weak. The montage of your once happy relationship haunted him and he felt a strong pang of guilt. This girl deserved better than to be imagined as someone else. He needed to get out of here.

Mumbling an apology, he pushed her off himself and grabbed a beer before going to the backyard. It was quieter there, the majority of the partygoers too stoned to be chaotic, the music inside pouring out in a blur of bass and treble. He found a spot on the grass next to a tree as he sat down to compose himself. That girl, whatever her name was, was the first person he had kissed after you, and suddenly he felt an onslaught of emotions. A lump formed in his throat as he remembered your first kiss, after a similar party, when he promised himself that you would be the last person he kissed.

“Shhhhh! We’re gonna wake up Yoongi!” Hoseok giggled as he stumbled into his dorm room and you followed closely behind tripping on the shoes strewn by the door and falling onto him. He wished he was as suave as the guys on tv and caught you but instead he stumbled with you crashing on the floor in a puddle of hushed laughter, your head on his thigh.

“Let’s go to your room before grandpa yells at us.” You snickered as you got on your feet, pulling Hoseok up with you. The two of you walked slowly to his room, changing into sweats and tshirts, before collapsing on the twin bed, his arm under your head. This was a normal occurrence for the two of you. Every time you both went out, you slept over at one of your dorm rooms. In highschool, you would sneak into each other’s bedrooms but the freedom of university made it easier. Lying next to you, Hoseok felt comfortable. Just your presence put him at ease and soon your conversation was dying as his eyes got heavier.

“Hobi?” you whispered next to him making him turn around to face you. You always did this when you were drunk - bargained for cuddles - and as sleepy as he was, Hoseok didn’t feel like protesting as usual, so he put his arm around your waist and pulled you close, his one leg hitched around your hip.

“Goodnight.” He whispered patting the back of your head as he drifted off. What he didn’t expect was for your lips to touch his. It was a soft, lingering peck and it was like he was electrocuted, his eyes flying open. For a moment he thought it was some weirdly vivid dream until he heard you apologize. He had never thought of kissing you before, you were his best friend and he always thought of you as platonic. His platonic soulmate. But as soon as you had kissed him it was like a dam broke inside him, his heart beating fast, his lips tingling, and all he wanted was to do it again.

It was like he was on autopilot, his hand on the back of your neck as his lips silenced your apologies. This kiss wasn’t soft. It was eager, hungry, and Hoseok felt alive. It was like a switch went on in him, the feelings he had apparently repressed for years rushing to the surface at the same time settling him into a haze of endorphins. He couldn’t help grinning against you as your mouth parted for his tongue and he could finally taste you - the cheap wine coolers you drank, the one cigarette you bummed outside the party, and a sweetness that he could only describe as you. He needed you closer, inexplicably closer, as his grip around your waist got tighter, his leg pulling you in further till his knee was almost on the mattress, trying his hardest not to grind against you. 

You moaned against his mouth and he knew he would never forget that sound. How did he go so long without realizing how much he needed you? You were always the smarter one between the two of you - of course you knew before him that he would fall for you. 

He spent the night making out with you and he knew this was it. This was what they wrote songs about, started wars about. This was love. He felt it bloom within his chest, till the branches set each nerve ending alive. He knew everything about you and you knew everything about him and he never wanted to let anyone else in the way he let you in. He didn’t know if you loved him too yet, but he was ready to convince you that he’d never want to kiss someone like he was kissing you right now.

“This seat taken?”

Hoseok felt his heart clench at hearing your voice. He didn’t want to see you in this state. He was far too vulnerable and drunk right now to control himself when it came to you. He didn’t know how he’d react. Without waiting for his response you made yourself comfortable next to him on the grass, your back against the tree as your shoulder lightly grazed his. He felt like his shoulder was on fire, and he moved slightly away from you.

“How’ve you been Hobi?” Your voice was light, airy, as if you had never stomped on his heart. As if you had never left him sobbing on your porch just a few months ago without so much as a glance in his direction. He wanted to scream at you, tell you how you broke him, ruined him for everyone else, but before he could get a word out, you reached your hand and placed it on his. The innocent touch was too intimate, and he felt a tear roll down his cheek. How did the two of you get here, where your hand on his made him want to hug you and sob on your shoulder. That’s the thing about dating your best friend, when you break up you not only lose your partner, you lose the person who would console you too. All he could do in response to your question was just shrug. He felt pathetic. Why were you torturing him?

“I’m sorry for pushing you away,” you whispered as you squeezed his hand and he finally had the courage to look at you. You looked beautiful - the moonlight reflecting off your skin made you glow. His eyes traced your features from the curve of your brows, to how your eyes gazed at him softened, to the slope of your nose, to finally your lips, parted and shiny from your lip gloss. Before he could stop himself, he was leaning forward, crashing his lips on yours, kissing you quick and short, just enough to get rid of the taste of the girl before, just so he could hold on to you being the last person he kissed for a little bit longer. 

It’s when he saw the look of shock on your face that he realized what he had done. Muttering a quick apology, he stood up, ignoring your calls of his name as he walked through the house. He had to leave. He was an idiot. He was an idiot who was never going to get over you. Was this his life now? Watching you from afar, unable to control himself in your presence.

He decided to walk the thirty minutes to your - well now, just his - apartment. He was slower than usual, hoping that the fresh air would clear his mind, but everywhere he looked he was reminded of you. He passed by the ice cream shop where you had your first date and all he could think about was the way you coyly licked the melted ice cream off his fingers and kissed him telling him mint chocolate only tasted good off his tongue. He passed the twenty-four hour tattoo shop where he held your hand as you got your first tattoo at 3 am because you were bored and always wanted one, a little star on your hip. He passed the park where he had found you sulking after your first fight and he picked a wildflower for you, one that he hopes you still have pressed in your favourite book. He could never escape you. When he arrived at his door, he saw you standing there and thought he had finally lost all semblance of reality. That is, until you spoke.

“Baby, are you okay?” The pet name made his heart ache as he looked at you in alarm, realizing that you were actually there. He couldn’t do this. He stumbled back, almost tripping off the porch.

“Y/N… please. I can’t do this.” He pleaded, but he was helpless as you held his hand and guided him into the house, easily navigating him to his bed. You took off his shoes as he laid there, not having enough strength or courage to ask you to leave. He missed the way you would take care of him and he let you even if it's the last time. You didn’t say much as you tucked him under the covers, slowly caressing his hair and arms as he liked so he could fall asleep. This was cruel and he told you as much as silent tears escaped him, your quiet apologies echoing in his head as he fell asleep.

He woke up with a start, blinking at the sunlight that fills his room, groaning as his head ached from the hangover. He thought about the vivid dream he had of you putting him to bed and he couldn’t help but grimace at how pathetic he had become.

Startled was an understatement as he noticed you sitting in the desk chair next to his bed. Your were legs propped on the corner of the bed as you snoozed uncomfortably, your head bent at an odd angle. He noticed the bin next to his bed, right where his head would have been, and the bottle of water with painkillers on the nightstand. It reminded him of the times he had done the same for you and his head replayed the memory of when you walked out on him. Why were you back? Did you really miss him too?

He saw you stir and before he could lie back and pretend to be asleep, you were up, your eyes staring into his. You both sat there in silence just looking at each other. It had been so long that he had forgotten how your eyes could drown him, pull him in inexplicably deep.

You reached for him and before his brain could process it, he was reaching back, muscle memory leaving your fingers intertwined. That was when your facade broke for the first time in months and Hoseok could see a blackened tear that slowly trickled down your face. His eyes followed its path down your cheek as it lingered on your jaw before dripping on to your chest, darkening a spot on the red dress you wore. A few more followed its journey, before you were sobbing, loud cries that seemed to wreck your soul, and Hoseok was weak, pulling you into his chest and letting you use him as a makeshift kleenex. He didn’t know how long you both sat there, you crying on his chest, him holding you tightly, wishing he could stop your pain despite whatever you may have inflicted on him.

By the time you calmed down, he still couldn’t let you go, walking with your hand in his to your once shared kitchen, setting the kettle on. He still stocked your favourite blueberry tea even though he hated the taste. You spoke first after what seemed like hours.

“I dropped out.”

This was not what he had expected. Despite your numerous fights about schoolwork, he still liked to believe he knew you. It was your dream to study art, travel the world to visit galleries, with visions of curating your favourite exhibits. He still remembered all the times you would drag him to the local gallery, waxing poetic about inspirations behind modern art pieces. He never cared much about visual art but your passion had him holding onto every word. He could still recite everything about the history of the impressionist movement and its influences on your favourite artists. He knew that even if you were failing, you wouldn’t just give up on your passions.

“Our family business went bankrupt and so I can’t afford it. It was either this or our house.” Your voice was calm now, even monotonous, as if you had just expelled all the emotions earlier. He let you talk. Let you tell him about how your father had insisted they sell your family home and move to a studio so he could still supplement your tuition. But you could never do that to your family, have them sacrifice their home for something as silly as your childish dreams. Life had brought you to your knees, and you mourned your loss through parties and friends who encouraged your vices. 

Hoseok had a hard time processing - he thought he knew everything about you, but you were right that night, maybe he didn’t know you as well as he hoped. He racked his brain for any sign of the misery you spoke of, other than the late nights and he came up empty. To think, he’d been wasting time in the dance studio, with his hobbies, when he could have been helping you. 

He felt torn, he felt sad, he felt guilty, but all he could say was “Why didn’t you tell me?” Why had you hidden this from him when he could have lightened your load. He could’ve helped, taken out a loan from his parents, worked a part-time job to help you cover your bills. He was in love with you, didn’t you know that he would’ve done anything to help you? Would still do anything to help you.

“For once, Hoseok, I didn’t want to depend on you. I wanted to do it by myself, for myself.” Your voice was small, almost timid, but your eyes held your convictions. They softened as he squeezed your hand, and you apologized once more, almost pleading him to understand why you had to spend the last months alone, why you couldn’t be honest, but you didn’t need to say much he already understood. He knew you. 

He stood from where he was sitting on his stool and closed the distance between you, pulling you into his arms haphazardly, one around your head and other around your shoulders. He squeezed you tight as if he could meld your bodies together, take away the hardships you faced through osmosis. He didn’t know what you expected of him, but all he could do was hold you close, and when you looked up at him, cupping his cheek, he kissed you. He took his time, slowly reacquainting himself to the lips he craved. He didn’t know if the tears he was tasting were yours or his but all he knew was that you were here. 

And as you whispered an “I love you” on his lips, he knew that no matter how broken you had left him, for you he’d always be right here.

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I hope you liked this angsty piece, for more fics of mine check out my masterlist

[astralalmighty]

it's 11 pm, one hour until my birthday, and I'm feeling like talking about some of my ocs from a spy novel I want to write:

Dominique Bouchard:

Black, French woman

she/her

Mid 20s

6'5"

Very warm and loving, if socially awkward

Doesn't know what to do with strangers

Small talk is a different form of torture for her

Stims a lot, cannot sit still, has a million fidgets toys and can never keep track of them

she usually ends up biting her nails and ripping the seams out of her clothes

She loves soothing, step-by-step things like baking

Is very buff and big and could take down a horde of bad guys without blinking

very soft and sweet with the ones she loves

loves pet names and calls her partners every endearment under the sun

very shy

if you hurt someone she loves, count your last minutes wisely

if you hurt her, she'll apologize to you

knows every tumblr and meme reference to date

has a very loud and brash laugh, which she's very insecure about

usually dresses very masc, but likes to play around with femininity

Kwasi Mohammad:

he/they

6'0"

mid to late twenties, he's at least a year older than Dominique

biracial (Black mother and white father), Quebecois

very friendly and charismatic

very colorful and bold

loves painting his nails and tropical shirts

unafraid to do anything

talkative and the life of the party when he wants to be

messy and chaotic, but his organization methods make perfect sense to him

he hates having to work with people he doesn't know well, because it inevitably means he has to explain that his desk isn't a mess, he knows exactly where everything is at all times, even if he can't see it

exact replica of Daveed Diggs

constantly smiling, which people often mistake as pacifism

will kill you for hurting someone he loves

if you hurt him, he shuts down and goes pretty quiet

he likes to think he's good at hiding when he's upset, but everyone can see through it

loves things that keep his blood pumping like parkour and skate boarding, but despises competitive sports

he just wants to have fun

hyperempathetic, which he loves about how he can sympathize with people and understand how they're feeling, but it gets very overwhelming at times

Wachiwi Sevenstar:

Indigenous woman

she/her

4'9"

short

just short

she hates it

very sassy and sarcastic, but she knows when she's welcome to speak, having been raised in a strict environment

very kind and well-meaning person

works very hard to be a good person and show the world she's more than what they see, but that means she can get hung up on what other people think of her

obsesses over her image to other people, often to the point she forgets to be herself

however, this is very useful when she needs to go undercover

impeccable fashion sense

knows the ins and outs of high heels like the back of her hand and every way to disguise a weapon as a shoe

loves fashion and designing outfits

mad seamstress

could whip up a dress out of nothing in a day

Rigel Chen:

Asian-American transman

he/him

5'8"

cool, collected, clever

very much the strict and serious type

takes him a while to loosen up with people

major trust issues because of his poor parental figures

once he's relaxed around you, he's very talkative and engaging

loves to go on tangents about his passions, and loves loves loves when you rant to him in return

secretly a softie

very orderly and organized, especially in his head

he likes to think things through to a T before they happen, and he absolutely despises when his schedule gets messed up

the early bird of the found family

however, he overthinks things to an extreme and will always assume the worst case scenario

it could literally be the most bizarre thing ever and he will think it's true

loves reading and writing and will spend days in a library if they didn't kick him out

always says "the book was better"

If you're curious, Dominique and Kwasi are married and government spies. They're sent to take down Rigel and Wachiwi--who are a assassin couple going through a pretty rough spot--and the four of them try to kill each other. They end up realizing that the criminal organization Rigel and Wachiwi worked for holds a pretty dark and gruesome secret, which they ally together to take it down. Everyone ends up catching feelings and they end up in a poly relationship

[mysticpetals]

Hello! I've been thinking a lot about those theories involving Jake maybe being kidnapped or caught by Government gangs on next episodes, so I would like to ask you to write a oneshot Jake x MC with prompt 16 ("Are you hurt?" "No" "Then why are there bruises all over your face), please? 👉👈 Love your stories and hope you have a nice week :)

Hello and thank you for the compliment! Since I'm working on a oneshot with similar plot, I hope you don't mind that I made this as a drabble :)

••••••

You were relieved that after everything that happened with Lilly, no one was badly affected and it was taken care of. Although you still got annoying messages from Duskwood residents, you could handle them. You were more worried about Jake who's identity leak might prove to be a big problem.

You'd messaged him everyday after that, knowing that a reply from him will sooth your worries that he was okay.

Matrix jumped on your bed as your phone pinged with a message notification and you looked at the unknown number, thinking it to be another harasser. Rolling your eyes at yet another attempt, you were prepared to give them a piece of your mind, when you were stopped by the photo that they sent.

A man was tied to a chair, bloody and bruised. You couldn't make out his face clearly but you had a bad feeling. Below the image was a message.

Unknown [8:09 pm]

Stop what you're doing or you'll end up like your hacker friend.

Biting back a gasp, you quickly messages Jake, asking if he was safe. The reply came after a minute or two.

You [8:09 pm]

Are you hurt? Are you safe?

Jake [8:11 pm]

No, I'm not.

Everything's fine. Why?

You frowned at his text. Why was he lying to you? Was this even Jake you were texting?

You [8:12 pm]

Then why are there bruises all over your face?

With that, you sent him the picture that the unknown number sent you. It showed that he had seen the image but he wasn't typing a reply. Another minute passed before your phone lit up with an incoming call from Jake and you almost dropped your phone in surprise.

With trembling hands and a racing heart, you accepted the call.

"Hello?"

"Jake," you answered, voice shaking slightly.

"I've wanted to hear your voice for so long," he confessed and you bit your lip to contain your smile.

"Me too," you said, and then remembered the picture you recieved.

"Jake, you're not okay. That's you in the picture, isn't it? Please Jake, tell me."

He sighed, as if resigning himself to the fact that you won't be swayed from the topic so easily.

"That was me, yes." He confessed and immediately got bombarded by questions from you. It made him feel warm that someone cared so much about him, after being alone for most of his life.

"It's okay. Some friends got me out of there and I'm at a safe place now. They can't track me here," he said.

"Why would you pretend that everything was okay when I asked you?" You asked, voice filled with disappointment and Jake frowned.

"I didn't want to worry you."

"Jake," you sighed, "you have to let people in. I know you don't trust easily but I thought we were finally past that."

"We are! I mean I do trust you!" He hurriedly explained, "I just want you to be safe and as far away from all this as possible."

"I appreciate that, Jake. But I'm already involved so much. At this point, keeping me in the dark is going to do more harm than good," you said and Jake quietened, contemplating your words.

"You're right, I'm sorry," he apologized and you laughed a little.

"You don't have to apologise. Just keep me in the loop next time, okay? And take care of your wounds," your voice took a stern edge at the end and Jake felt himself smiling at the other end.

"I will. Thank you so much for caring," he said.

"Always." Came your answer.

[yurimother]

'Goodbye Volcano High’ Writer Responds to Backlash Over Article Containing NSFW Cartoons Depicting Minors

This article contains content that may be disturbing for some audiences. Please read at your own discretion.

Goodbye Volcano High, a narrative-based adventure game from KO_OP, was announced during Sony’s Future of Gaming event on June 11. Many people, including myself, were excited by the announcement, as the game features a non-binary protagonist, Fang (voiced by Lachlan Watson) and promises a story full of LGBT representation, with studio director Salemm Dabbous tweeting, “This game is queer as [f***]” following the reveal.

However, some fans on Twitter are expressing outrage after discovering that Goodbye Volcano High’s narrative director and writer, Kate Gray, used to write about porn and sex in video games on video game website Kotaku and in one article had included NSFW images depicting underage characters. The story in question, “Animated Video Game Porn Could Be A Lot Sexier And Less Gross,” was uploaded to Kotaku on September 24, 2019, and appears to be the last article Gray published on the site.

In the article, Gray describes how she and a friend set out to watch bad computer-rendered videos of fictional characters engaging in acts that would never be described or even imagined in the source material. She goes on to graphically describe graphic content from the videos of characters from Harry Potter, The Legend of Zelda, and Pokémon.

When the article was first released, it received backlash due to the explicit computer-rendered images from the videos included with the article. Many quickly criticized showing the images, which included characters who are. in the source material, underage, such as Ash from Pokémon and Hermione and Draco from Harry Potter. Others still found the written content objectionable, with one user, afriendtosell, commenting:

You hit us with a depiction of underage sex in more than two cases right off the bat (arguable for the LoZ characters; not arguable with the HP or Pokemon characters) and the payoff for that immediate, even if it’s tagged as NSFW, punch in the face is....what, exactly?

However, some seemed to believe that the situation was being blown out of proportion, as the images were of animated characters, not real people.

Kotaku quickly responded to the backlash. On September 24, 2019, at 5:25 pm, roughly three and a half hours after the story was released, all pictures were deleted from the article. Stephen Totilo, Editor-in-Chief wrote in an editor’s note:

This story, part of our regular coverage of the intersection of sex and games, originally included screenshots from several porn parodies with a note that they were Not Safe For Work. We’ve since removed those images. While the intent of this article was to provide a snapshot of the kind of gaming and geek porn that’s out there now, it’s clear in retrospect that, in terms of the images and the analysis you expect from us, we made a mistake. Readers are understandably uncomfortable about these kinds of depictions of characters who are often depicted as or thought of as teenagers. I am, too and apologize. We can do better, and we will. - Stephen Totilo, Editor-in-Chief

The article, with the editor’s note and no pictures, remains on Kotaku.

The article was quickly resurfaced on Twitter after the Goodbye Volcano High reveal on Sony’s stream. One tweet by Twitter use @BluestRose430 gained some traction where they expressed their concerns, writing “everyone’s like ‘wow cool non-binary main character’ as Kill Bill sirens go off in my head.”

Kate Gray responded to the criticism and addressed the Kotaku article in a thread on Twitter (full transcription at the bottom of the article). Gray expressed regret for not addressing the article sooner and acknowledged that she made mistakes in the article, “The article, the pictures, and my uncritical opinion on it, were all grave mistakes.“

Gray goes on to make it clear that more than anything, she regrets hurting people through the article, saying, “I regret a lot of things about that article, but the fact that it hurt people is my biggest regret of all.” Gray writes that she has now stepped away from journalism, although it is not clear if that distancing was due to the backlash the Kotaku article received.

Gray concludes by attempting to reassure readers about Goodbye Volcano High:

For GVH, we have consultants, diverse ideas and backgrounds, and we care so much about what we make. We are all committed to representing our queer and marginalised identities in a way we want to see in games, and representing and uplifting players.

While Gray’s statement has few responses at the time of writing, most people who read her remarks seem to be praising her for the way she addressed the controversy, and some noting that it is not the first time the internet has brought up someone’s past to criticism them. However, the article is relatively recent, as it was published in late 2019, and many people remain understandable upset and concerned about Goodbye Volcano High.

Personally, while I certainly am not thrilled by the content of the Kotaku article and think writing and publishing it was an abysmal choice, I firmly believe that people can grow and change. There is nuance in the situation and, to me, it is apparent that Gray meant to cause any harm. I still plan on reporting on Goodbye Volcano High, and I still look forward to its release, knowing that there are many talented individuals and consultants on the development team. But, I want to turn the question to you, the readers. Let us know your thoughts in the replies and on Twitter @HolyYuriMother:

1. What do you think of the controversy? Are you upset by the Kotaku article? Having read Gray’s apology, do you feel different and believe that she has grown since then?

2. Does the controversy at all affect your feeling about Goodbye Volcano High? Did you plan on purchasing the game next year, and does this story change your decision to buy the game?

Kate Gray’s response:

In this thread, I'm going to be addressing the Kotaku article about Harry Potter that I wrote and was published in September 2019. I will not be posting it here, but please be aware that this thread will be addressing potentially triggering and upsetting content.

First of all, I am sorry for staying silent on the matter. There is no excuse for it, and I am so sorry for leaving you in the dark, thinking that my silence meant that I did not care.

The article, the pictures, and my uncritical opinion on it, were all grave mistakes. No excuses and no "but"s. It was poorly-thought through, careless, and ugly, and it hurt people.

I regret a lot of things about that article, but the fact that it hurt people is my biggest regret of all. From the bottom of my heart, I am sorry. I hope you can trust us with GVH, but I understand if your hurt makes that hard.

I should have known better. I try to be thoughtful and careful in my work, and this was neither of those things. I want to stand up for people, not cause them pain.

I have since stepped away from journalism, and have made sincere efforts to learn from the experience, to become the kind of person who never makes those mistakes. I am far from a perfect person, but I never wish to hurt people like that again.

For GVH, we have consultants, diverse ideas and backgrounds, and we care so much about what we make. We are all committed to representing our queer and marginalised identities in a way we want to see in games, and representing and uplifting players.

*Note: Due to the explicit nature of the Kotaku article “Animated Video Game Porn Could Be A Lot Sexier And Less Gross “ we are unable to quote directly from it or link to it. Additionally, for obvious reasons, we are not displaying the pictures that used to be included in the article.

[pinky-the-elephant-room]

Auctum

AN: I swear my blog isn’t an All Might blog, I just love him a lot ok?

Warning: Explicit smut between All Might and Fem reader. Oral sex. Mutual pining and jealousy.

Prompt: Pro hero are auctioned off to lucky bidders for a date.

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              Y/N nervously chewed and picked at the skin on her lips. She watched as the excited crescendo of crowd noises riveted in the festive atmosphere. Were they really about to do this? She spared a hesitant glance at the muscular hero besides her. All Might looked majestic, cool, and collected, everything that the symbol of peace represented. But Y/N knew better. She worked with him for decades, she could spot the beads of sweats and the way his fingers shook from sheer nerves.  

“We can do this. This is for a good cause. Cheer up, All Might!” she weakly croaked. Well, that was just pathetic. All Might seemed to visibly shrink into himself. “Besides, this is for the underprivileged kids! They need your help.” Now that did the job because All Might stood up taller and clenched his fist.

“You’re right just like any villain. I can defeat any obstacles thrown my way.” he wholeheartedly cheered. Suddenly high-pitched screams erupted in the auditorium as swarming women noticed All Might standing there. “Except for maybe this.” He gulped.

Y/N felt bad, she really did. When the local youth charities asked for All Might’s participation, she thought that they would ask All Might to come in, sign a few autographs, and pose a few times as he donated a generous amount of yen. But NO.That wasn’t what they had in mind. What they had in mind was to auction All Might out for a date. So, here he was donating time to become an eligible bachelor and accompany a lovely lady on a date.

Y/N couldn’t help but joke. “Hey, maybe now you will have the time to finally date just like everyone else.”

However, it completely backfired on her as Y/N felt the fit of jealousy bubble in her. She waited years for All Might to notice her, year after year, day by day until all the hope had seeped out and left nothing but bitterness. Still her stubbornness couldn’t leave the one person who needed her support more than ever. Especially after her brother separated himself from All Might after delivering the grim foresight of his death. Yes, she was Sir Nighteye’s sister. Only a year younger with a quirk of psychometry, the ability to know the past and present of an individual by touch. Truly they were the two prodigy sidekicks that helped All Might create the dynasty and legacy he had today. Her nii-san would support All Might with strategies on the battlefield, while she did the heavy duty of managing Might tower and creating a trustworthy support system for All Might. Her duties even now were more managerial than battlefield related.

Even as her relationship with her nii-san deteriorated due to Y/N refusing to come work for him, she still continued to do her best in supporting All Might. All the while hoping and praying that the flame for All Might would finally breathe its’ last breath.

Y/N clenched her fist and forced herself to chuckle at her joke.

“Maybe I’ll participate too just so I can get the day for you to finish your paperwork.”

All Might sheepishly agreed and rubbed his neck. “I’ll do anything to escape this.”

An auction manager approached the two and directed All Might towards the auditorium as it was about to begin. Y/N watched as All Might walked away and made her way to the seating area like all other spectators. She hesitated when a volunteer handed her a number paddle but took it and sat near the corner of the stage. Y/N watched as dozens of pro heroes were auctioned away at hefty donations. Hell, even a wild wild pussycat member participated. Finally, the main event was revealed as everyone erupted into pandemonium when All Might stepped onto center stage in his hero garb. The auctioneer banged their gavel and requested everyone to settle down. Y/N watched in stupefied confusion as the fast rate of donations built from 100,000 yen to 340,000 yen. She even tried to raise her paddle a few times to be drowned out by the massive amount of people outbidding her.

“The bid to beat now is 450,000 yen. Anyone else? Going once- “the auctioneer called out before Y/N interrupted.

“500,000 yen!” Y/N yelled out as she stood up.

All Might swiveled his head towards the familiar voice and was stunned to see Y/N in her dignified pencil skirt and suit waving around her paddle.

Y/N felt her heart thud when she made eye contact with All Might, seeing the shock in his face she gave him a small smile. It took a minute, but he returned it before facing back to the audience.

However, just as she made the bid, she lost it quickly as others steadily started outbidding her. Y/N could only watch in a panic as the money started climbing higher and higher more than whatever was lying around in her bank account.

She watched in devastation as the final bid that won was “106,080,000.00 yen” from a pudgy older housewife who excitedly jumped up and down in celebration of her win. The auctioneer thanked everyone for their generous donations and stated the Pro heroes would shortly make their way to their intended dates.

Y/N got up from her seat and returned her paddle to go find All Might before he went on his date. He stood around in the back of the auditorium, talking to fellow pro heroes. 

She apologized for the interruption with a bow and said, “sorry All Might I couldn’t rescue you but, in my defense, you don’t pay me enough.”

All Might waved his hands around frantically. “It’s fine I’m just happy that you even bothered to help. It probably won’t be that bad. She seems like a nice enough lady. Besides I heard she’s already married so she’s just a fan who wanted the opportunity to meet me.”

Y/N’s jealousy was replaced with amusement as she watched the mentioned boisterous older lady interrupt their conversation and whisk All Might away for their date.

“Right now?” All Might said as his gigantic self was dragged away by a woman half his size.

“No time like the present, All Might-sama.” the lady giggled.

She watched All Might be dragged out until she could no longer see them. Y/N sighed and checked the time. It was barely 6 PM, plenty of time for her to head back to Might tower and finish up any lingering work so she wouldn’t have to work during the weekends. Nobody spared her a glance as she left the auction and hailed a taxi back to Might tower.

Y/N stretched as her sore neck got the respite, she needed from hours of bending and pouring over mundane paperwork. She checked the time on her smartphone, and it displayed 11 PM in neon lights. She cracked her knuckles, getting immense satisfaction from the loud cracks. Just as she was about to get up and photocopy a case file, a knock on her office door interrupted.

“Come in!” she called out.

In came the emaciated form of All Might in a baggy shirt and jeans.

Y/N just stared at him in surprise not expecting him to visit Might Tower at this time especially after the no doubt exhausting date.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming here.” Toshinori gave a weak chuckle and a small bow of his head.

“Forgive me. I had to leave my date because I was running out of time. I left saying that I had a heroic emergency, but I can’t do any hero work in this form so I thought I would finally help you catch up on that paperwork.”

Y/N shook her head. “Any company helping with paperwork is welcome in my office. No need to apologize.”

She looked him over, examining him for exhaustion. “But are you sure you should be here? Maybe you should get some rest.”

“Iie, I’m fine just mentally exhausted from listening about different luxury brands of shoes.”

Y/N giggled, the mental image of All Might carrying shopping bags while the older woman shopped was mind boggling.

Y/N brought out the immediate files she needed his signature on and offered him a chair at her desk. The two of them continued their work in comfortable silence, talking occasionally about routine topics.

“Y/N, can I ask you a question?” Y/N hummed an affirmative under her breathe as she skimmed through files.

“W-why.. Why didn’t you leave with Sir Nighteye when you had the chance all those years ago?”

Y/N stunned out of her mind as she wasn’t expecting that question, put her file down and faced Toshinori.

Looking him straight in his cerulean, blue eyes she said, “because you were at the brink of death with no hope. I couldn’t leave you when you clearly needed support. Besides the argument was between you and nii-san, it didn’t involve me, so I wasn’t going to leave you behind.”

“Thank you for your support. These past years with my injury have taken a toll, but I’ve only made it this far because of your help. I really appreciate it Y/N-chan.”

Toshinori opened his mouth to say something more but hesitated and then continued to fuss with the paperwork in front of him. Y/N looked at him in confusion and waited for him to say more, but he continued to sign the various files in front of him.

“It’s not a problem. It’s my job as a sidekick.”

She shrugged, letting it go and figured if he had more to say then he would do so on his own time.  The two of them tag teamed for a while, shifting around various paperwork getting more done in 2 hours than she had in weeks. Finally seeing the clock hit 1 AM, she decided to have mercy on All Might.

“I think this is a good dent on the pile of paperwork Might tower has. I’ll have to kidnap you one of these days and make you do this again,” Y/N said as she packed away the files in the cabinet. Just as she was getting ready to close for the night, Toshinori asked, “why did you really bid for me today?”

Y/N was lost for words, not expecting another question to leave her speechless. “O-oh, you know for fun? It’s not like I was expecting an actual date out of it.”

Toshinori sent her a small smile that gave her heart palpitations. “I wouldn’t have minded going on a date with you.”

Y/N stepped back hesitatingly. “Don’t say that to me. Don’t give me hope.”

“Hope for what?” He stepped closer towards her.

“I’ve wanted for so long and you’ve never…” Y/N couldn’t finish that sentence as she looked everywhere but at Toshinori.

“I have to go. I have an early morning tomorrow…. And I have to go- “she stepped around him in a hurry to be anywhere in this room, to be talking to anyone about anything except for this.  Just as she was about to pass, an arm grabbed her and pulled Y/N back.

She almost stopped breathing due to the close proximity of her and Toshinori’s face. She could see the gauntness of his gentle face and the brilliant shine of his blue eyes. He brought a hand to softly brush against her cheek before pulling her in. Her breath hitched as finally their lips connected. They stood there just lip locking; eyes open not knowing what to do. Y/N finally getting over her shock, grabbed Toshinori by his shoulders and pulled him in closer. She closed her eyes as she slowly responded and savored the taste of him. Getting the reaction he sought, Toshinori grabbed her hips and tilted his head sideways to get the perfect angle. She granted him entry to her mouth and groaned in appreciation as he took his time to explore every inch. The two kissed for what seemed like hours, Y/N slowly moving backwards as she responded to his dance of licks and swirls with her tongue.

She eventually collided with the desk as Toshinori trapped her against it.

“All this time I thought there couldn’t be anything. But if I don’t try, then it’ll be a missed opportunity I regret for the rest of my life,” he said as he kissed her again.

Caging her body with his thin but tall frame, he grabbed her neck as he continued to plunge into her mouth and devouring her harder and faster.   A need for oxygen left her lightheaded and she pulled away, that didn’t deter him from moving to her neck and leaving a trail of hot kisses. Finding a spot, he liked, he bit it gently before sucking deeply and leaving a mark on her body. Y/N panting harshly, couldn’t keep from squirming in place as the ministrations sent tingles straight down to her pussy. She could feel the wetness in between her thighs that was building up, and a particular harsh bite to her neck caused her walls to twitch. Y/N couldn’t stand it anymore, so she grabbed his hands and placed it on her center. She watched as his eyes widened knowing that he could feel the effect he had on her.  Grabbing her thighs and hips he made her sit back on the table. Slowly, he rolled up her gray pencil skirt until he flipped it over on her stomach. Toshinori always wondered what she had under that skirt and now he was going to find out. She had on a plain, cream panty that he quickly discarded on the floor. He slowly circled her lips, feeling the moisture gush out of her. He groaned feeling her so turned on by him in a matter of minutes was doing wonders for his insecurities. Toshinori slowly inserted his pointer finger, letting her get used to its size before giving short thrusts. He added a second finger that he thrusted in tandem together. Y/N could barely keep herself together as she couldn’t believe what they were doing on her desk. Toshinori removed his fingers and tasted the fluids covering his fingers. The salty, tangy taste instead changed his mind to getting his appetite sated by her only.  

Maneuvering her by grabbing her hips to his eye level, he laid his tongue flat as he caressed her pussy with it. Letting out a moan and feeling his eyes roll back, he held her tight as he made a meal out of her. Y/N underneath thrashed helplessly as she felt his warm tongue imitate what his dick could do. Sucking lightly at her clit, he inserted his finger back in as he set a languid pace. Y/N decided that she needed a just a bit more to reach her pleasure, hurriedly unbuttoning her blouse so that she could push her bra cups down. Feeling her vaginal walls constrict around his finger, she circled her nipples till they stood at attention before she rolled them in her hands. Toshinori licking up the last of moisture near her opening, lightly bit her clit which overwhelmed her as Y/N arched off the table. He continued to thrust helping her prolong her pleasure, he waited till she calmed before removing his fingers and holding her down tightly. Y/N looked at him in confusion in the haze of her pleasure as to why he was holding her down when she came already. She finally realized why when he dove his face back into her center and resumed eating her newly released fluids like a starving man. Y/N twitched uncontrollably as her vagina reacted to the extra stimulus, she tried to push him off, but he held her steady.

“Oh god, Toshi please stop. I’m begging,” she sobbed as her eyes watered from the intense pleasure. Nothing she did deterred him; her second orgasm engulfed the remnants of her first one as she spiraled out of control.

Y/N started seeing visions of a young Toshinori being introduced to an even younger Y/N. She saw him being enamored by her. She saw him watch her as she grew up, year after year, pining for a girl who was his sidekick’s sister. She saw how he had convinced himself to let her go to keep her safe, even more determined after his injury. But the older he got, the less convinced he was of his convictions. Y/N couldn’t help the tears as they came pouring down her face. She sobbed out the relief, knowing that he really did love her just like she did him.

Toshinori finished up, giving her final kitten licks before letting go of her hips. He straightened up to find Y/N just sobbing her heart out. Giving her kisses on her head, he tried to frantically calm her down.

“I’m sorry my quirk it activated while I was..-“

Toshinori shushed her with a quick kiss to her lips.

He asked as he interlocked their fingers together and pressed a kissed to it. “It’s ok what did you find out?”

“That we were both idiots yearning for each other,” she said as she hiccupped while trying to calm down.

“I guess I have a lot to make up for, don’t I?”

Y/N chuckled and agreed.

“Yes, but do you think you can start at my apartment? This desk isn’t that comfortable.”

Toshinori hopped off of her and they straightened their disheveled selves to look presentable before continuing their enjoyable night till the break of dawn in the comfort of Y/N’s bed.

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

OMG. I love your work. I am gonna be completely honest Axia Bloodsparrow is just so intresting. Please could do some sort of hc for her if you have time. Thank you

Axia isn't one for romance or dating. Period.

What you'd get with her is probably more of a mistress/servant situation. She'd keep you bonded to her not because the law says it, but because it's easier for her to keep you close that way. She'd treat you well, though, make sure your needs are cared for, even if she seems cold towards you at first. And yes, you will fear her a little knowing what she's capable of... but she won't use it against you.

When she notices your attraction to her, though... she'll get seductive. Running a hand over your arm, leaning just a little too close while whispering so her breath brushes your ear, deliberately sitting in a way that shows off her decolletage...

Your first time will be after a particularly stressful day for her, when she heads back to her room to relax. You'll follow and see her resting in an armchair, sighing, eyes closed... until they cut to you, the eyes of a hunter, and she beckons you on her lap with a single finger. She lets you choose whether to come over or not... and yet, she knows you won't leave.

Don't expect her to be gentle, she has a lot on her plate being gang royalty / cult leader. You won't be able to walk when she's done with you.

You'll gain the added benefit of having her fuck you when she's stressed or in the mood. She always leaves you a choice. She's not going to use her power over you like that.

Expect to wear a collar marking you as hers. Expect her to use her magic vines creatively. You'll learn what she likes, and she will learn your body and see how quickly and often she can get you to scream for her.

She will bring you along to gang meetings and the like to show you off. Humans are rare, and she owns one. It's a show of power, and you'll always be positively railed into oblivion afterwards.

She'd take care not to get attached to you, and she would be able to mask any of that fairly well... but, you being her servant, you'll notice some changes in the way she behaves around you. Like... this little hint of friendliness in her tone. A word of praise instead of an acknowledging nod. A soothing lick on a fresh bruise on your body. Giving you a treat once in a while, and more and more range to the binding spell. Being allowed to sleep in her bed after she fucked you, and occasionally even waking up to her still in bed.

She won't admit she's growing fond of you. What she will do, however, is take you out quite often and say it's to discuss plans (which you'll do for about half an hour). You might learn a few more things about her, even if she's absolutely secretive about her past.

She will kiss you more often. Be gentler when she touches you (although you'll still get that rough sex), involve you more in her plans, acknowledging your opinion and thoughts. She'll share her concerns with you, her ideas, and she'll quickly notice talking to you makes things easier. You notice a fond smile on her face when she looks at you, and her trying to hide it.

You fall for her. Seeing all of her layers, every interesting thing about her. But you don't tell her, because you know that it wouldn't end well.

It doesn't end well regardless. The government gets wind of you and quickly decides to wipe your memory – they can't get Axia because she's too powerful, but you're defenseless.

She's allowed a few last minutes with you... and you tell her you love her.

….

What you remember is the surprised face of a gorgeous, powerful looking woman getting smaller before a door shuts. It's a recurring dream, and you feel like you should know her. But you don't remember. At all. No matter how hard you try.

You see a sparrow on the street, and for some reason, her face appears on your mind.

Whatever you do, nothing comes back – until there's a letter in your mailbox, of unknown origin, thick, soft paper, dark red ink, a rose in the same color drawn on the bottom.

“You might not remember me. I know you've been asking yourself questions and I know the answers. Come to the stone statue near the woods at 11 PM. - Axia Bloodsparrow”

You don't know if it's safe, or anything, but if the sender of this letter knows something you don't... you go there, but you bring some pepper spray, just in case.

No one's there when you arrive... but soon after, you hear steps, and the woman of from your dreams is stepping out of the shadows and softly says your name. There's a second person with her you feel you should know from somewhere, but you don't recognize them, which frustrates you.

“I promised you answers... This could hurt a little bit.” The woman says, something that's almost an apology in her voice.

She snaps her fingers, and suddenly, you're held by vines, unable to move... and the woman steps closer, her hand glowing as she presses it to your forehead. The other person summons some kind of sigil, and it feels like thorns enter your mind, pulling something back that was buried deep, hidden away. Suddenly, images flood your head, an endless stream, and you know her, suddenly you remember all you forgot, and it's so much, as if living through all again, but at high speed. The way she ordered you, touched you, talked to you, kissed you...

When you regain your senses, the other person is gone, but Axia is there, crouching before you, cupping your cheek, the vines gone and you on your knees.

“Did it work?” She asks, and then whispers your name again... and you can't help yourself but hug her, pull her close... that's when your confession suddenly comes back as a memory, and you go stiff, a furious blush entering your face.

“Axia- you- I-”

“Shh.”

She breaks the embrace soon enough, helping you back on your feet.

“So, that's settled.”

You nod, still blushing. She chuckles and holds out her arm, waiting for you to take it.

“Will you come back with me?”

It's basically the way she tells you she loves you too. She remembers your confession in all detail, and she wants you with her. Judging by the way she's stroking your hair, she wants you close.

You can only nod, and for the first time, you really see her smile.

Your relationship changes when you're back. You're not her servant anymore, you're her equal – at least, that's the way she treats you. You're a full part of her plans, not bonded, allowed wherever you want to go – apparently, she did some blackmail to get your citizenship – and no one dares disrespect you.

She still makes you scream at night.

And one night, when she thinks you're asleep, she kisses your shoulder and whispers “I love you too.”