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Happy STS, Elli!
Writing about a world other than our own involves choosing some elements of our world to include and others to leave out. In your writing, do any such elements stand out, like a real topic you put in your fictional setting, or a significant everyday detail of our world which doesn’t exist there?
Did anything work its way in without your intent, e.g. sayings or traditions or units of measurement you didn’t consciously include, but noticed later on? If so, did you remove them or leave them in place?
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Happy STS!
I put in whatever I want to be part of the story. If I write about a mixed european forest in fall, picking berries and mushrooms, then because that's where I live (Okok, sadly not IN the forest 😂) and I like it. If I write about some kind of oppression, it's not because I cannot imagine a world without it, but because I want to deal with it, even if it's just by punching someone in the face.
I prefer to put it on a personal level. The temple doesn't care who you marry, but that one person can be homophobic. I have no idea how general medical care looks like (not like my chars get any), but I have that one herbalist being a prick about periods.
As for everyday details of our world - my world is a magic heavy fantasy setting, so pretty much no everyday detail of our modern world will exist there! :D
I try to keep away from common real world traditions - I haven't even decided yet if birthdays exist. I also try to stay away from measurements and the likes, but that's mostly because to me it sounds weird to use meters and stuff in English writing, and you won't find me using miles 😂
I guess in some ways, the worldbuilding falls a bit flat - if food isn't an issue, because magic can help with growing/watering/pests, there should be less poverty, but if I put in government-run soup kitchens, I have no way to let Merry starve 🙄 I don't want to think about taxes and infrastructure, I just wanna cut a blorbo up.
About things that are less obvious, I don't care. I spent years trying to worldbuild a fantasy world, and it prevented me from ever actually writing, and I am over it. I do not care about where words come from. Ok, I won't use "hell" as a curse, but damn(ed) can stay. The name Christine does exist. You can have a tomato. Gold is rare, because everyone knows if I say "gold bracelet" that it's expensive. I don't care I don't care I don't care.
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OZZY HELLO I HAVE GOTTEN MY FRIEND INTO FICTIF AND HER MONSTERFUCKER TENDENCIES HAVE LED HER TO CASIMIR
MAY I HAVE SOME CASIMIR HEADCANONS AND STUFF FOR FRIEND PLEASE THANK YOU VERY MUCH I PROVIDE DOG PHOTOS FOR YOUR SERVICE TO THE FICTIF FANS
Dog tax dog tax dog tax! Yay!!
While I do constantly mourn Last Legacy I wanna take a second to be super sad about Monster Manor. While I'm not much of a fan of the 'shove all the LIs into one route' type of story that all the stories did towards the end, I still really liked it.
Anyways here's some Casimir hcs!!
I mentioned here that Casimir is afraid of heights. I don't remember it being said in the story at all (but it's also been a little while since I've read it) but I Do Not Care!!
He's definitely a morning person. Because of his rocky relationship with The House, it doesn't always provide him with a ton of windows and natural light, so he tries to get in as much as he can. Once you start smoothing things out between them, House does provide more giant windows for Casimir to get light and air through.
Cas,, sleeping,,, in sun beam?? Both in monster form and human form. He also has a pillow or blanket or something to lay down, though.
He'll teach you and Rainer French! Bonus points if you actually already know French, and you can tell him how much the language has evolved. It's pretty melancholic for him.
Rainer (inadvertently) lightens the mood by asking Cas to make toast so they can have French Toast.
That being said, Cas cooks for you all the time even before you start dating!! He's been alone for so long (Mimi nonwithstanding) that he's nearly forgotten how much fun it can be to cook for someone else.
He also tries to learn what dragons eat to make special stuff for Rainer, with mixed results.
After you start dating then he's constantly also baking you desserts and stuff. Loves making things heart-shaped. Always suave about it but when you earnestly thank him he gets a little flustered.
Listen... Listen... Cas has been alone for so long that sometimes he forgets there are other people in the house now... He'll be doing something in the kitchen and you'll come in and ask him something and he jumps a foot in the air. Happens less frequently as time goes on but still.
See,, he's,,, he's still got a 16th century (or whenever he's from) tolerance meter for PDA so like you hold his hand or kiss his cheek or ruffle his hair or something and he fucking dies. Face turns as red as a tomato. He tries to get used to it - especially when you explain how standards have changed and this sort of thing is completely normal - but it's a slow process.
His hair isn't long enough to braid but you can put it in a little bun/ponytail.
His monster fur is long enough to braid though!! You can totally do that. He likes it.
In his monster form, he rubs up against you a lot to get his scent on you. Be prepared for shedding. He always gets you a lint roller once he's human again. Will accept your teasing but might pout a little.
He actually can flirt but if Rainer walks into the room, Cas just completely goes silent and buries his face in the nearest soft surface because Rainer is very innocently and loudly asking 'WhAt'S a MiGnOnNe/MiGnOn??' (feminine/masculine word for 'cute' in French, according to Google)
doescashaveaheat???yeahhefuckingdoesbutthatsawholeotherpostforawholeothertime
#monster manor#fictif#casimir gévaudan#monster manor casimir#fictif casimir#fren asks#monster manor casimir x reader
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Hello @grimaussiewitch!! I have some Pearlescent Moon goodies for you for @mcyt-valentines!!
I have a Playlist.
A painting (its traditional art with minor adjustments for lighting)
And below the cut, a fic.
I hope you have a wonderful day! Happy Valentines!!
The sound of rockets interrupting her cleaning was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Pearl expected Scar, checking in on her progress, or maybe even adding more to the mess. Instead, a very recently dethroned and tomato-covered monarch kicked up dirt with his landing.
Ears pinned back, Ren smiled. “Hey there, dude– Pearl! Miss Pearlescent Moon! How’s it hangin’?”
And Pearl would never have accused the man of being proficient in subtlety, but this was a completely new level of blatant anxiety. “Ren? What’s up, buddy?” She sidestepped, moving between shulkers to continue her sorting, but glancing at Ren as she worked. “If you’re looking for Scar I think he’s avoiding working around his base, and me, by making another fancy bow.”
The dogman’s tail thrashed as he chuckled. “He, uh, actually was the one who told me where you were. Which it great, because I think your base would have eaten me if I tried to walk around without you there.”
“Ah, well.” She shrugged, dropping another stack of diorite in a chest. “It hasn’t eaten anyone, yet. You’d probably be okay.” Pearl leaned over, dropping an elbow on top of a shulker and plopping her head in her hand. “Now what’s bugging you?”
Now he looked downright embarrassed. “Nothin– okay well, lying won’t help.” His nervous chuckle was a sad sound.
“True! Come on, you can tell ol’ Pearl-o anything at all.” Her antennae perked up, a move she knew from experience triggered Ren’s ears to do the same.
It worked. As soon as his ears were no longer glued to his head, Ren looked much more relaxed. His shoulders slumped. “Pearl, I owe you an apology.”
Her head tilted, but she waited to speak.
“I really lost my head with the whole, ‘King’ business.” He smiled thinly at his own word choice. “I hurt everyone, and I don't rightly know how to make it better. And specifically,” his ears drifted down again, though more gently then they had been pinned before, “I know I really hurt you.”
Pearl blinked, wide-eyed. “Ren, do you think I’m angry with you?”
His barked laugh was more strained than it ever should be. “How could you not be? I was stealing your resources! Claiming your hard work for myself!” Ren started pacing, hands moving as he talked. “I made petty laws just to spite you, and I was so angry–” He scoffed, still pacing. “I wanted you dead, Pearl! You and the rest of Soup Group. I was so ready to hurt you and for what? Some pranks? Light teasing? My head was full of hideous plans and awful things I was going to do to you, all over just the threat of a bruise to my ego.”
“Hey now.” Pearl tried not to sound too offended. “We did some mischief that must have done some actual ego-bruising.” Her antennae lifted again, but Ren wasn’t paying enough attention for it to work a second time. “We were very proud of our vandalism.”
He froze and turned to her. “Pearl, ‘vandallism’ is no excuse for me carrying around the head of your basemate as a comfort item.”
She winced, and stood up straight. “Okay, good point.” Pearl started taking careful steps towards Ren, not wanting to spook him. “But we did try to blow you up in your own throne room.”
“A throne built on empty promises and corruptly-gotten-gains!” The roll in his words was more in line with the theatrics one should expect from their beloved Rendog.
Pearl took it as a good sign. “And we swapped the diamonds for emeralds in the Crastle?” She was just a couple meters away now, hands held out to show her intention was good.
Ren huffed. “You were right though, by the rules I established, that was a perfectly reasonable exchange of currency. So I shouldn’t have lost my mind about it.”
“But you did.” She shrugged. “Okay. Apology accepted.” Pearl was within arms reach of her friend.
“And I sent out that hit order on– Wait, what?” His ears stood straight up. "Sorry, I could have sworn you just said–"
"Apology accepted." Pearl smirked. "Did you expect this to go some other way?"
A small sound, almost a whine, escaped Ren. "Well, no. Yes? Maybe!" He dropped his head into his hands and stumbled forward, into Pearl's waiting arms. "Aren't you furious with me?" He bemoaned, the words muffled in his friend's shoulder.
"I was." Pearl sighed and began rubbing Ren's back. "But then I did some minor terrorism about it and I'm okay now. You're not the king anymore, there's no more ridiculous laws, and you've apologized. I think we're all set."
Ren squeezed her around the ribs. "I was prepared to grovel. I'm– well I'm not sure I feel right about dropping it at that."
"Oh, don't be mistaken, my fine, fuzzy, friend. You're not off the hook entirely." She pulled back and fixed a disciplinary gaze on his face. "I'm not mad at you. I forgive you. But you still have things to make right."
“Yes, yes, of course!” Ren’s tail wagged, his sincerity was written all over his face. “I’m cleaning up all my nonsensicals in the shopping district. And I forfeit any ownership of the Crastle or the contents therein. Any diamonds left in there are not mine to touch, but yours– I mean all of yours. The people’s.”
Pearl giggled. “And I’m sure ‘the people’ will appreciate all that. But if I’m totally honest with you?” She reached for his hand and began tugging him towards the disaster that was Scar’s shulker monster. “What we need is our friend back. You say our Rendog is back with us? Come and prove it, starting now.” She pointed to a half-emptied shulker.
“Are you sure you don’t just want me doing your chores?” She had missed his easy, warm chuckle. “I am back with you. I missed you dudes. And I would be delighted and most honored to spend some time with my bestest of buds, doing…” He faltered, peeking into the shulker. “What, exactly, are we doing?”
“Cleaning!” Pearl scooped a stack of fenceposts from the container and shoved them into Ren’s arms. “I suggest you familiarize yourself with my excellent chest system over there.” She nodded to the wall of double chests on the other side of the shulker monster. “I’m gonna make you gossip and chat with me while we get this all under control.” At Ren’s slack-jawed, disbelieving look, Pearl grinned and reached to pat him on the cheek. “It’s not so bad. I’ve done most of the hard part already. Now we just need to put things in their lovely, labeled chests.”
Ren blinked away the shock and shook his head. “Whatever you say, dude. Ren the dog, at your service.” He took the first steps towards the sorting system, eyeing the seemingly endless sea of shulkers before them. “Might even be kind of fun, poking through all of Scar’s things!”
“That’s the spirit! You’ll make an excellent intern to the cleaning lady.” Pearl resumed her rummaging, sorting the remainder of the chest’s contents in her inventory. “Now, tell me, Ren: where the heck are you gonna live if you’re giving up the Crastle?”
Having Ren’s ‘assistance’ really didn’t make the business of sorting go any faster. But it was worth every extra second spent. When Ren hugged her in farewell, Pearl felt warm, overjoyed to have her friend back. Not that she wouldn’t plant explosives in his base in the future. Or that he wouldn’t overperform a role as a tyrannical ruler ever again. But knowing that they were still friends, still able to come together at the end of it all and make amends, was the only thing that mattered.
They’re a dysfunctional family, but a loyal one.
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ft. tenya iida x fem!reader
genre: fluff
wc & warnings: 2k | mentions of wanting to v*mit
premise: thanks to your friend’s magnetizing quirk, you and your not so secret crush tenya iida are stuck together for the next six hours
tenya iida, oh how you were enamored with him. his leadership, his quirky nature, everything about him made you melt into a puddle. but you were merely another face, a general studies student with an average quirk. you felt like you could never amount to anything compared to the hero course students. yet, fate had other plans for you and him.
"(l/n)-san!" your classmate kirumi yamamoto yelled your name across the classroom one afternoon at the end of the school day. you approached her- although, confused- and asked her, "what is it, yamamoto-san?"
"i need some help with my quirk practice and was wondering if you could help me?" she twiddled her thumbs, smiling like a cheshire cat. you pressed your lips together hesitantly before sighing and answering to kirumi, "okay, i'll help you."
kirumi quickly embraced you and grinned, "thank you, thank you, thank you!"
you would later come to regret this decision.
dressed in your gym uniform, you stood in an empty practice field and waited for kirumi to come out. she emerged from the school and waved at you, you greeted the wave and shouted to her, "whatcha need me to do to help you with your quirk?!"
"you're gonna be my target!" kirumi's quirk was magnets, she could make anything organic into a living magnet. your eyes widened at her response and opened your mouth in protest when she shot a beam at you. letting out a surprised scream, you stood frozen with kirumi's quirk pulsing around you. shit, you were a living magnet.
"now, who should i make into a magnet?" kirumi pondered on the thought until she noticed a group of people walking by near the field. kirumi smirked at the sight, tenya iida was in the group. she yelled to him, "hey iida-san, watch out!" before "accidentally" shooting her quirk's beam at iida. iida tried to duck but the beam was too fast, magnetizing poor iida in one blast. your eyes widened with realization and you let out a shout when iida came flying towards you. the two of you crashed into the ground, both disoriented and in pain.
"sorry!" kirumi laughed nervously.
"yamamoto-san!" iida exclaimed, "undo your quirk this instant!"
"yeah.. no can do!" she rubbed the nape of her neck sheepishly.
"w- wait do you mean?" you stammered, scared.
kirumi let out an anxious chuckle, "my quirk lasts for between thirty minutes to twenty four hours, depending on what i magnetize."
panic bubbled in your chest, you were gonna be stuck to iida for upwards to a day!?
"i'll say you guys are gonna be stuck together for maybe.. six hours?" kirumi hypothesized.
"six hours?!" iida was on the verge of passing out.
"sorry! i'll inform our teachers!" kirumi sprinted off, leaving you and iida to your own devices. queasiness enveloped your body, as you fought the urge to puke on your shoes. six hours, suck to your crush? this was a nightmare!
"before we do anything.. do you need the restroom?" iida questioned to you, his face blushing tomato red.
you shook your head, "thankfully, no. how about you?"
"same for me."
you two were in for an interesting six hours.
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hour one - five hours remaining until quirk wears off
you and iida were in iida's bedroom. the teachers thought it would be more suited for you to be under the care of aizawa-sensei and the other pro-heroes specialized with this sorta situation. unable to go two meters without being sucked back to one another, you and iida made the executive decision to remain in his dorm room.
"so (l/n)-san.." iida cleared his throat and gave you an awkward smile, "what's general studies like?"
"like regular old high school," you mused, shifting a little to get more comfortable. iida felt himself getting pulled as a result, much to both of yours annoyance. kirumi's quirk was so frustrating! nothing compared to your simple quirk of water manipulation, a quirk that was a dime a dozen.
"what's it like being a hero course student?" now it was your turn to ask the questions.
"exhilarating," iida breathed out with a smile. he looked so beautiful when he smiled, you smiled in response. he then added to you, "we get in a lot of trouble with villains, though. something that i'm not happy about. they keep interrupting our studies and it's just.. annoying, to say the least."
"i bet," you hummed.
"so uh.. what else would you like to discuss? we got–" iida checked his watch, "–five hours and forty three minutes."
you huffed in exasperation, "good god, this is agonizing."
"hopefully, i'm not upsetting."
"no! you're not! it's just.. it's just.. i need my space," you confessed. iida nodded understandingly and replied, "i understand that. i'll do my best to ensure you're as comfortable as possible while we're stuck like this."
you gave iida's hand a squeeze, "thanks, iida-san."
he returned the hand squeeze with one of his own, his larger hand engulfing your smaller hand.
"of course, (l/n)-san."
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hour three - two hours until quirk wears off
perhaps this was a blessing in disguise. you managed to learn a lot about iida while confined to his dorm room and under the magnetizing quirk. he pursued professional heroism as a result of being from a legacy of hero while you attended general studies to ensure a better future when you inherit your family's florist business. your quirk was good for subsidizing costs at the shop but you needed a better education in order to keep the family business afloat. general studies at ua offered a future for you.
"so iida-san," you plucked a grape off the platter of food iida's friend deku dropped off for the two of you, "if you could have any quirk in the world that's not your own, what would it be?"
"are we playing twenty questions?" iida tilted his head in bewilderment. you gave him a nod and he answered, "well, i have.. i'm a little jealous of my classmate todoroki-kun's dual ice and fire ability. i think it would be interesting to have a quirk like that."
"good answer," you plopped the grape in your mouth and gestured iida to ask you a question. he mulled over his question before proposing to you, "what's your ideal partner?"
you nearly choked on your grape but caught yourself before you could. why in the world would tenya iida ask you that kind of question?
"well.. i.. i, er–!" you adverted your gaze from your crush, "i like.. i like intelligent people who are good leaders and want the best for others."
"interesting, interesting.. what about appearance wise?"
you eyed iida warily, "i don't care too much about appearance but.. i like buff people and i think glasses are sexy."
iida made a mental note of your response, "i hope you find someone who matches your ideal lover one day, (l/n)-san!"
iida, you idiot! you thought to yourself, you match my ideal partner!
"so uh!" you cleared your throat, "next question.. what's your favorite food?"
this banter went back and forth for the next hour or so.
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hour five - one hour until quirk wears off
you were getting exhausted and it was nearly nightfall at the dorms. your exhaustion was noted by iida, who offered you one of his blankets to sleep with. you grew flustered by the offer but nonetheless accepted it. so here you were, back to back with your crush and laying in his bed. was this a nightmare or a dream come true?
you couldn't sleep. i mean, obviously it was difficult to fall asleep in the presence of your crush. you tossed and turned a bit, the magnet pulse keeping you stuck to iida. the glass wearing boy sighed and turned himself around and whispered, "can't sleep?"
you gave him a nod and iida smiled, "what if i told you a story?"
"a story? what am i, a five year old?" you laughed awkwardly. iida frowned, disappointed. you didn't want to disappoint him so you cleared your throat and changed your answer, "you can tell me a story."
"good," iida wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, "my mother would tell me this story a lot when i was little. it starts with a knight and.."
iida went off to tell you the story of a knight cursed to be a beast until he could save a kingdom's princess. it was a story of heroism and sorrow, as the knight failed to save the princess. yet, the princess managed to save herself and in turn, broke the knight's curse with the power of self-forgiveness. you never heard such a tale before so it was definitely interesting to listen to.
"do you feel like you fail at self-forgiveness sometimes, iida-san?" you questioned to your crush, his arm still around your shoulders. god, it felt like the two of you were a couple. iida thought it over and responded, "sometimes. there are times where i feel like i can't forgive myself, such as not being able to avenge my brother for what the hero killer did to him."
you squeezed his arm sympathetically in response, "i'm sorry about it."
"it's.. well, it's not fine but thank you," he answered.
you fell silent, unsure of what to say. you sighed and turned to iida, "tenya iida, can i help you something?"
"sure, (l/n)-san."
"what would you do if someone told you that they liked you?"
"you mean as a friend or romantically?"
"romantically," your pulse quickened and your palms grew sweaty.
"it would depend on the person."
"iida-san.. i know someone who has a crush on you and they're scared to tell you," maybe you could avoid heartbreak if you go with the hypothetical situation.
iida furrowed his brow and removed his arm around you to hold his hands, "someone has a crush on me?"
"yes," a bead of sweat fell from your forehead, "they think you're heroic and sweet and amazing and a true leader. they're just scared to tell you because of the rejection."
"that's understandable," iida nodded. he unclasped his hands and looked back at you, "is that person the one telling me this?"
you gulped, "wh– what do you mean?"
"do you like me, (l/n)-san?"
you adverted your gaze.
"(l/n)-san?"
"i do."
it felt as if a weight had been lifted from your chest at your confession. now, time for the rejection.
"i like you, too."
what? he liked you too?!
"wait, you do? but we barely know one another!" you protested, surprised at iida's reply. iida chuckled and elaborated to you, "it was the sports festivial, (l/n)-san.. or could i call you (y/n)-chan?"
"(y/n)-chan works," you answered.
"well, that was the first time i really saw anyone from general studies perform with their quirks but you.. i saw a hero in you. i remember seeing you aid another student who struggled to get through the race. you helped her all through the race, not caring about winning the race. that was heroic and the start of my infatuation with you," iida explained.
you remembered, a girl had gotten injured and you dragged her through the course. iida saw that?
"then i began seeing you around school and i wanted to talk to you but i never had the chance until now," iida finished with a nervous smile. you let out a soft huff, followed by a laugh. you couldn't believe it, iida shared similar feelings with you. this was a dream come true!
"can i kiss you?” you proposed to iida. he nodded, “you can.”
timidly, you leaned in close and pressed a gentle kiss on iida’s lips. the kiss was tender and sweet, innocent and exploratory.
“wow..” he whispered against your lips, “that was amazing.”
“you think so?” you murmured, your lips still stuck to his.
“i know so.”
“hey tenya– i can call you tenya, right?”
“of course.”
“good, but uh.. i can’t remove my lips.”
iida’s eyes widened and he pulled back, only for your lips to connect together once more. horrified, you realized that you two would be stuck like this for the next hour or so. damn kirumi and her quirk!
yet, this wasn’t a miserable outcome. at least, you and iida confessed to one another. that was more than enough for you.
#bee scribbles#hanimehub#boku no hero academia#bnha#my hero academia#mha#boku no hero academia x reader#bnha x reader#my hero academia x reader#mha x reader#iida#tenya iida#iida x reader#tenya iida x reader#original work
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Yandere Yaku x Yandere Lev
Headcanons
Yaku:
-Aware of the fact that his way of loving Lev is wrong
-He first tries to resist Lev, which is expressed by kicking Lev's ass and swearing loudly about his mistakes
-Spoiler Alarm: He will not last long! I mean, who could resist this cute 2-meter energy ball with those wonderful emerald green eyes and that adorable grin
-Yaku will most likely notice Lev staring at him, but will dismiss the possibility that Lev might feel the same. And in the same dark way than him
-Will not stalk Lev! Yaku would more likely have a small shrine in his room with stuff from Lev.
-writes fantasies of his and Lev's relationship (SFW and NSFW) in a diary that he always carries around with him
-Lev almost read it once, but Yaku stopped him just in time
-Since then he leaves the diary at home
-Yaku will rarely masturbate. Not because he doesn't feel the need to, but because it feels like cheating to him to do it without Lev.
-There are still days when he just can't resist the temptation and does it. But he will still be very careful that none of his fingers come near his hole, because he really wants to wait until he and Lev do it.
-He will often cry after he does it because he feels guilty that he did it without Lev.
-Dildos, vibrators and so on are a no-go.
-Will try to manipulate Lev slowly, not realizing that it's unnecessary, since Lev is already returns his feelings.
-Yaku would only kidnap Lev if it turns out that he has a girlfriend
Lev:
-unlike yaku, is not aware of the fact that his way of loving is wrong.
-He probably just thinks that it is normal to be obsessed with someone. But even if he knew it was wrong, he would simply not care. Yaku makes him feel like the happiest person on earth. So why should he give it up just because the society has decided it is wrong? They would never be able to understand the bond between him and Yaku anyway.
-most likely thinks that he and Yaku are soul mates
-often imagines their future life, such as their wedding, honeymoon, how Yaku would become pregnant with his children, but also everyday situations
-other than Yaku, Lev will stalk!
-Because Lev is very clumsy, he has been caught stalking more often. Both from Yaku and the rest of the team.
-The only reason Yaku still doesn't know about Lev's feelings for him is because he is dense and the rest of the team finds the clumsiness of the two amusing and therefore doesn't intervene
-The only two on the team who suspect that Levs and Yaku's feelings for each other are not healthy are Kuroo and Kenma, but they don't intervene
-Kuroo wants to see the chaos and Kenma doesn't care, because he already knows that it would not end well for him or Kuroo if they interfere
-Lev has a very strong sex drive and will masturbate accordingly often
-other than yaku, he will not think that he is cheating on him, because the more he does, the more he wishes that yaku was there to help him with his problem.
-He will definitely kidnap Yaku! By the time Yaku graduates and neither of them has confessed to the other, Lev will run out of ideas, so he will simply knock Yaku out and take him to Lev's house.
-His parents are usually away on business, so he is home alone
-asking his sister for tips to confess to Yaku. She is also the only one who tells Lev about his obsession with his senpai, which is surprisingly little to her. As long as her little brother is happy, she doesn't care what it takes to keep him that way.
How they become a couple:
-Probably they end up together because Kuroo got bored and to bring some tension into the thing he tells Yaku that Lev is really stalking him because he thinks Yaku will freak out
-funnily enough the opposite is true: Yaku turns red like a tomato and starts to stutter, overwhelmed by the thought that Lev returns his feelings and even goes so far as to secretly protect him out of love on the way home.
-Lev watches the conversation with narrowed eyes from the other end of the gym. He is too far away to understand what Kuroo and his beloved Senpai are talking about, but what he sees makes him angry: his beloved is blushing! At this moment Lev assumes that Kuroo is flirting with his Senpai and already imagines the most painful and excruciating way of killing him.
-But what Lev sees afterwards shocks him even more: Yaku, still blushing, looks directly at him while he begins to smile gently and lovingly
-And Lev's heart stops then and there
-After the training, Yaku asks Lev to stay a little longer, whereupon they wait until everyone has left and they are the only ones in the gym
- There is silence for a few minutes before Yaku leans forward at the perfect 90 degree angle, squints his eyes and yells: "I LOVE YOU, LEV !!! PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME !!!"
-Lev just stands there in shock, before he realizes what his Senpai has just said and pulls him into a tight hug and replies with tears of joy: "I-I li-love you too, Ya-Yaku-san !!"
What happens after that:
-The two live happily together and isolate each other more and more from the outside world, which they don't mind because they just need each other.
-After Lev graduated, they got engaged and got married a year later. The only ones who attended the wedding were Lev's sister, Kuroo and Kenma.
Lev's and Yaku's parents weren't invited as they were homophobic and didn't accept the relationship between their sons. Kuroo was invited because he had helped bring the two together and Kenma was there as Kuroo's companion because the two are a couple
-The two lived a happy life afterwards and also had one or the other child.
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So, this is the first time I've written something like this and it didn't get as yander-like as I wanted it to be, but I finally wanted to write something, especially since I think there are far too few fanfictions out there both parties are yandere for each other and that is a shame, since ships like Bokuaka, Kagehina, Ushioi or Iwaoi have a lot of potential there.
#yandere Haikyu#yandere Haikyuu#yandere YakuLev#yandere Yaku Morisuke#yandere Lev Haiba#Volleyball#yandere#Yaku#Lev#Yaku Morisuke#Lev Haiba#yandere Yaku#yandere Lev
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Don't reject me|2
Genre: Fluff, some mild angst|ManagerAu
Words: 1210
Part: 1 2
The sound of heavy breathing echoed through your ears, flustering your eyes wide open. Out of all the positions capable in such a spacious chair, you were resting on Jungkooks broad shoulder as he inhaled and exhaled through his nose. You scanned over the plane, blackness only greeting you, both glad that you woke up first and that nobody witness you and Jungkook.
You had to admit, Jungkook wasn’t shabby, at all. Sometimes you would subconsciously drown yourself in his countenance, his physical abilities and him as a person, not a idol. But the thought of business only, prevented you from expressing your emotions, persistently reminding yourself that emotions were strictly forbidden from your career. You found yourself commending Jungkooks bloated and lifeless face. Eyes following his jawline all the way to his swollen lips. When was the last time I kissed someone?
2:37AM Jimin: I see you~ ;)
You felt a chill zip down your spine, like in the rare horror movies you watched that successfully scared the living shit out of you.
2:38AM y/n: that’s not scary at all, how can u see me?
2:38AM Jimin: A. Jungkooks TVs on and B. Im sitting next to the two of u ;)
2:38AM y/n: Wat r u still doing up, plane lands in 3ish hours.
2:39AM Jimin: DON’T CHANGE THE TOPIC! I took pics of u two…
2:39AM Jimin: … They’re cute ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Jimin spammed you with all the photos he took of the small moment you shared with Jungkook. Eyes glued to the screen, you noticed a trail of saliva forming from your mouth, onto Jungkooks shoulder. Feeling embarrassed, you removed your eyes from the screen to observe what you selflessly left behind. Your cheeks were burning, concerned what Jungkook would think. Grabbing a unused tissue from your jacket, you dabbed at the substance, praying Jungkook doesn’t feel the sudden pressure.
Jk: “Its ok y/n” -his voice husky from the nap he took.
Y/n: “I’m really sorry Jungkook” you idiot what if its noticeable.
Jk: “Y/n it’s ok, really. Honestly don’t worry nobody will see”
Jungkook softly placed his hand on his shoulder, removing your frantically moving hands. Cute. You weren’t sure if Jungkook was half asleep, but after he removed your hand from his shoulder, he was still gripping on to your hand. You couldn’t believe that such a muscular and manly hand could feel like a babys bottom, soft and velvety.
After you heard faint snores escape Jungkooks mouth, you situated your hands from his, warmth evaporating from your now isolated hand.
Without anything more important to do, you got up to explore the plane. Passing Jungkook was your next mission. After you lightly passed by Jungkook successfully, you went to find Jigaemae, wishing you could find some comfort around your closest friend on board. By squinting your eyes in the dark, you some how hoped it gave you the power to see clearly…It didn’t. After strolling up and down the aisle three times, you gave up trying to find him, heading straight to the toilet suit.
You were so used to being crammed inside a two meter cube that was mainly taken up by the toilet, but instead there was a shower and a bath, with a high tech toilet, you were hands down amazed.
Jm: “What you doing?”
Y/n: “What the hell Jimin!”
Jm: “I saw you walking up and down the plane, so I came to check if you were ok.”
Y/n: “I’m fine thanks, just amazed thas all”
Jm; “I know right, the bathroom is giant”
y/n: “Yeah~~”
Silence interrupted your conversation, slowly becoming awkward as time ticked by.
y/n: “Well, better go before people wake up to find us gone, they’ll think we did..stuff haha”
Jm: “yeah, you should learn to lock the door, imagine what would’ve happen if it weren’t me.”
You trailed behind Jimin like a lost puppy, mentally cursing yourself for failing to recall locking the door. As you returned to your seating accommodation, Jungkook was awake. Just moments ago he was a ball of fluff, fiddling with your hand. But now, he looked displeased, displeased to see you and Jimin leave the bathroom at the same time. All he did was intensely eye you from head to toe, making you somehow nervous.
Y/n: "E-excuse me"
Jungkook sat up in his chair giving you space to slide past him. You weren't sure how you managed it but you fell over your own feet landing on Jungkooks crouch. Painful moans left his mouth, making near by spectators look in the direction of the noise. You got up as soon as you landed, plotting yourself down on your chair flustered by the movement. You silently apologized to Jungkook as he bent over in agony.
Even though you basically crushed his member, he felt oddly satisfied. Sinful thoughts repeated in his hectic mind; unraveling you right there, without care on who witnesses. Involuntarily, your eyes glanced at his member but regretting soon after. It was clearly noticeable, bulging out of the jean material. When you peered at him, Jungkook also mirrored your action but his stare was full of lust. Out of discomfort, you whipped your phone out, avoiding Jungkooks presence.
3:04AM y/n: Mann I'm idiotic 😅😖
3:05AM Jigaemae: I know... Why?
3:05AM y/n: first i droll on Jungkook, leaving a whole pool on his shoulder. AND. Aigoo~ I honestly broke his dik cause i tripped over thin air and somehow landed on him. Help a friend 😣
3:06AM Jigaemae: lol...*walks out of room* shoulda helped me in the airport~
3:06AM y/n: SAVE ME! Seen
Being the incredible friend Jigaemae was, he left you hanging, no signs of replying to your desperate calls.
Y/n: "Fuck you, Jigaemae"-whispering to yourself.
Only Jungkook heard your small rant that you had directed to yourself. You looked out the window, the moon and clouds only in sight. Jungkook mean while, was hungry, starving. He wanted some sort of attention from you, weather it be good or bad. His desperation led to him slapping his hand onto your covered thigh. He didn't even know what he did, until he noticed your reaction. Studying his hand and your face. After a few seconds of realisation, Jungkook reclaimed his hand turning the opposite direction as he burnt up like a grill. What the fuck kook why the fuck did I touch her!
It was indeed unexpected, the flight to Europe felt as if it was a flight to the Moon. You prayed with fervour, pleading that your unusual interaction with Jungkook was kept unprecedented. To avoid the strong sense of awkwardness that hovered above the both of you, you impelled your eye lids shut, letting the music from your earphones hush your inquisitive thoughts.
Once Jungkook heard your muffled slurs and witnessed your chest inflating and deflating he let himself examine you vehemently. Finger on lips, he slid closer to your warmth, inhaling your freshly smelt perfume, lips inches away from yours. Without sign of constraint, he let his lips faintly graze yours, temptation controlling his actions causing him to add more pressure.
JG: "Yah Jungkook-ah!"
Staggered by the increase of volume, you ripped your eyes open, welcomed to the sight of Jungkooks face meer inches from yours...
A/N: Dukin hell this is so dukin chip! This is so bad im sorry for wasting your time...A girl got carried away and is now regretting everything bout this part. Plz leave me wat u think HONEST OPINION...Thank U. p.s that stupid tomato song is stuck in my head!
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