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julzrulz · 4 years ago

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MHA boys with crushes pt.2

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How I think these MHA boys would act if they had a crush on you but make it part 2. Boys being sweeties make me go brr. bruh I'm on a roll, next stop todo and shoji (my baby)!!!

Rating: G (General Audiences, All Ages Admitted)

Pairings: Kirishima x Reader, Kaminari x Reader, Iida x Reader

TW: N/A

Notes: Headcanons, Gender Neutral Reader

───── ❝ 𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 ❞ ─────

blushy blushy boi

really doesn’t want you to know how he feels about you until he knows you feel the same

the bakusquad makes it so painfully obvious, making kissy faces, bothering you about how you feel about kiri, asking if you’re free anytime soon, calling you you guys’ shipname-- and worst part, he can only sit back and watch

poor baby

he becomes very hyper aware over stupid stuff about himself-- like getting super self-conscious if his breath smells, does his hair look funny, everything and anything

overanalyzes everything and anything, what he said, how he looked, any voice cracks

he swears you are so out of his league-- he takes advantage of every second he gets to be with you

likes to spend time with you and makes an effort to touch you when ever he can (of course in a manly™ manner)

like sitting way to close to you, touching elbows while eating lunch, tickles you by surprise, puts his arm around your shoulder, playing with you hair alittle

doesn’t stutter around you often but when you catch him off guard he will quickly become a mess

he rubs the back of his neck and fidgets when he’s around you

likes eye contact with you but sometimes its too much for him.. he’ll get lost in them loose focus and forget what y’all were talking about

really likes to train with you, you complemented his quirk once and now he always wants to use it around you

loves to help you where he can

even if its just holding the door open for you... and you’re at the other side of the hallway

oh god

mimics your body language subconsciously-- smiles when you smile, tilts his head when you do, moves his hands like you do please he’s so cute

cleans up a little nicer when he knows he’s going to be around you

likes when you spend one on one time with him, there’s less pressure without his friends around because they make his crush so obvious to you

he would call you bro by accident and then beat himself up about it-- seriously it keeps him up at night

───── ❝ 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 ❞ ─────

the slickster™

he works to make his crush on you so painfully obvious and make it everybody's problem

lets be real he started making moves on you as soon as he laid eyes on you

he claims there was “an instant connection”

you’re different from all his other crushes, this one was not shallow

usually he would rush in and just flat out ask a chick out, get rejected and repeat

but no he wasn’t going to be rejected from you

he always showers you in praises and compliments because damn shawty kinda fine ahaha

anything from how beautiful, to how smart, talented you are, how cool your quirk is

he really does live to serve your ego

he gets so excited around you he might just short circuit

blushy around you but loves eye contact, god why are your eyes so stunning

always flirting with you non stop, it’s so embarrassing how he does it too, but if it makes you laugh its good enough for him

he definitely preens around you, playing with/styling his hair, “accidently” flexing his arms when he stretches wants to look his best and show it off

he lights up when you walk into class

talks and whines about how he can’t find the “right person” (spoiler: its you) he does this to try and get a reaction out of you and give you an opportunity to flirt back

as much as he's very forward with his advances, he’s always a pinch away from throwing up

always finds a way to relate himself with you, you (for whatever reason) hate apples? well now so does he

is really insecure about going stupid on you-- he only wants you to see him at his best, after all that's what you deserve

becareful with this one he gets his advice from mineta

───── ❝ 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐢𝐝𝐚 ❞ ─────

Another boy I think would be clueless, not because he doesn't understand his feelings or know what a crush is, but because his brain probably goes a mile a minute

he looks after everyone in 1-A so it takes a while to notice you’re the break in the blur

he’s WAY more mature with his crush, iida is a man not a boy

it doesn’t happen too often but when he gets nervous he starts to ramble and its always something big brain that you can’t understand

he likes to spend time with his crush anytime he can-- without being overbearing

you tell him he can call you by your first name and he makes sure to say it so softly, as if it were made of glass. compared to the yelling he always does

you’re a BIG deal to him

he would offer to walk you anywhere you needed to be, craving some alone time with you--to get to know you better and try and gage on how you feel about him

would also offer to carry things for you

is always the first one to stick up for you, even if your in the wrong

he would also slip in a couple gifts here and there but in a discreet way

he wants you to think of him just as much as he does you

oh you need a pencil? welp iida’s got one for you and it just happens to be in your favorite color.. and he “forgets” to ask for it back, now you use it all the time

yes he gets alittle smug when he sees you use it

he would constantly be reminding you of rules and not to break them, it may come off as a nag but rules are there for a reason, to keep you safe, and that's all he wants for you

if you do break any though he always lets it slide

in his eyes you can do no wrong

any mistake you make will be praised by this man. you trip during combat? he’s got you, fail a test? he’ll study with you and say that you’re so much smarter than your grade.

has an over whelming need to care for you, always checking if you ate, drank enough water, got a good sleep

if you laugh at his weird-cute habits like the arm chopping or when he pushes his glasses up he would do it a lot more often-- ugh he loves your smile

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲! ( ˘ ³˘)♥

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tobiosmilktea · 4 years ago

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umpah umpah! smau

↪︎ bokuto x f!reader x iwaizumi

[033] — epilogue!

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a/n: this is definitely not my best writing cause my brain was going brr the entire time i was writing this, but i honestly can’t believed i have finished yet another smau! 🥳 ✨if i’m being completely honest this smau took a complete turn to what i was initially planning,, but it ended up not being that bad. i certainly feel like this smau would’ve been a lot better if i didn’t have school preoccupying me 24/7, but i’m still really proud of this. thank you guys for reading and dealing with this messy, messy smau!! ☺️

a year flew by faster than you had hoped. Two weeks turned into a month, a month turned into six, and six months turned into a year. A lot of things can happen within a year. Hell, a shit ton of things can happen within six months, yet here you were, all glammed up in your best dress at the move premiere of love cemetery.

you hadn’t felt this nervous in ages. the quickening of your pulse, the rapidly beating heart, to your pals that perspired as the seconds ticked on by. akaashi stood by you this whole time as your gaze keeps looking over to the guest list as if it were to magically change if you were too look away for one second. akaashi had been by your side, your moral support and the absolute backbone of your sanity the moment you and the team landed in los angeles a year ago. he noticed everything about you. he was one of your best friends, how could he not notice the way you were suddenly quiet and not excited right now?

he laid a careful hand on the small of your back to comfort you, leaning over to the same list of guests you were worrying about. “are you worried about who i invited again?”

“i’m more worried they’re not coming.” you confess without a single beat missed.

“oh, they will,” he assured you confidently. there was even a rising smirk in his expression when he let go of you, “have a little bit of faith in me will you? i was the one who got you back in touch with them.”

you huff playfully, rolling your eyes as you recalled the strange feeling of isolation over six months ago when you landed in la. it was in no doubt the longest flight of your life, lasting a good fifteen hours if you counted the two hour layover in hawaii due to reckless turbulence (it was one of the scariest flights in your life too). you had read their texts then, drowning in the sudden downpour of emotions when you read their words, i love you.

it almost didn’t seem real. you swore it had to have been the fatigue playing games on you as you couldn’t sleep for the life of you on the plane. yeah, maybe that was it, you excused. you were so desperate for their messages to be a figment of your imagination, you literally tried everything—turning your phone on and off, asking sugawara for eye droplets, and even ignored it until you were back on the plane and landed in los angeles. it had to be fake, please be fake. yet, in the back of your head you knew damn well it wasn’t.

there was a plaguing thought within you, one that’s so destructive and degenerative that you hated the fact you thought this way. but it wasn’t like you could help it. insecurity was a troublesome venom that coursed through your veins everyday and there didn’t seem to be an antidote to your own self-destruction.

you loved them both, but you weren’t entirely sure if you had enough love to give for the both of them, let alone one. iwaizumi and bokuto’s feelings confused you to the core. you broke their hearts, yet how could they still love you so dearly?

you didn’t know the answer nor did you have time to even find it.

the film crew stayed in los angeles for two weeks and filmed over the course of that time period. days were filled with twelve hour shoots and a tight film schedule. being the author of the work itself, you were a major part of the production alongside the director. he trusted your vision and you’d often find yourself staying on set the entire day while kaori and the rest of the ddd team felt like they were on vacation. your only free time during that time was the ten minute holy grails in between takes that you were able to check social media.

you simply didn’t have the time to think about them. and yet they were like haunting ghosts that followed you relentlessly. every time you checked twitter or instagram, you would see every post, every tweet, every story. all of which would send your heart spiraling and tugging.

you missed them. but it wasn’t like you could do anything about it. you couldn’t possibly strike up conversation with any of them after completely ignoring their calls and texts for weeks. you had to have an odd amount of audacity to do that, and you simply didn’t have the guts to do so. if anything, the only lasting form of communication between you and the boys was the ringing notification that you liked each other’s posts.

it was quite the sad reality.

the film set then transferred to new york city, where the next two weeks would be filled with yet another plethora of twelve hour work days. fortunately for you, the rest of the ddd team were pulling a bit more of their weight, helping you on the creative side of things, yet still having the time to do all the fun touristy things whilst in the city.

you could remember the way your heart lit up seeing iwaizumi and bokuto’s names beneath who saw your story. it was a video of you and your team at the lady liberty statue. in it, kaori and yuko were chomping down on gigantic $2 street hot dogs, sugawara was yelling at semi for getting in the way of his film camera, while akaashi was complaining that the wind kept knocking down his green lady liberty hat.

it was strange thinking how fast things can change. within the first week, you were always up for an adventure in the city when the days were filled with work, but as the week progressed, your social meter decreased more and more.

loneliness hit you then. it was a peculiar type of loneliness, the type that you felt alone despite being surrounded by your closest friends and working on your dream project. you figured you were just homesick the way everyone else was getting all ready for a night out going bar hopping while you sat in the living room of your hotel room in your pajamas.

“are you sure you don’t want to come with us, (y/n)?” kaori asked you, concern washing over her slightly as you flickered her a tired look.

you shook your head, a small smile of gratitude melting upon your lips. “no, you guys go on ahead and have fun.”

your friends could only give you a look. they knew why you were being like this and they knew damn well it wasn’t homesickness. semi specifically threw you a look that’s meant to be teasing and oddly persuasive. “it’s been over a month, this can be a chance for you to finally meet someone new!” he exclaimed optimistically.

what was stopping you, anyway? it was clear nothing was, yet you still held yourself back. homesickness couldn’t possibly be to reason for it either. why are am i being like this?

“it’s okay, i’m with akaashi,” you decline once more, “he’ll keep me company.”

“alright then, join us once you feel like moving on.” says yuko with a hint of venom in her tone. you couldn’t blame her for saying that though as it was the harsh reality of it all.

your friends filed out the door, closing it in a thud and once again you felt alone. isolated as if you were in a void of your own silent thoughts that even the loud murmurs coming from the television wasn’t enough to drown out your shallow inhibitions.

the night continued on like this for a few hours. eating snacks in the dark living room with the remote in your hand, flipping channels every five minutes as your running thoughts couldn’t keep your attention span still. it felt like you were missing something, a part of yourself that you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. you thought of all of the possibilities why you felt like there was a void in your heart, yet the only thing you could properly convince yourself on was that you just missed home. but was that really all that you had missed?

you thoughts are interrupted by steps approaching you. akaashi walks into the living room, flicking on the switches and causing you to grimace at the bright lights. your eyes stung slightly as they adjusted from being in the dark for too long.

“where are you going?” you ask akaashi as you noticed his dressed up attire.

“i got done with all the paperwork and emails,” he answers while he fixes the collar of his dress shirt, “i’m deciding to have some fun tonight with the rest of the group. are you still up for it? i’ll wait for you to get ready if you want.”

the thought occurred within you that you should agree. that the possibility of this unexplainable feeling of isolation you were feeling would disappear if you were to just say yes and go. but as self-destructive as you were on yourself, you continued to hold yourself back—hesitant and always second guessing your actions.

you open your mouth slightly, but you ultimately just shook your head no.

akaashi lets out a sigh. he was genuinely hoping you would come around sooner or later. granted, it had been over a month since you guys left japan and he figured you would be over everything by now, but that obviously wasn’t the case. “you might be receiving a call soon... i suggest you should answer it.”

confusion flushed over your expression, giving him a strange look. but before you could even utter a single question to him, akaashi was already up and out the door.

he left you in a wake of curiosity for the rest of the night. it was nearing one in the morning and you still hadn’t yet received a phone call. it honestly sounded incredibly ominous that you grew a tad bit nervous. there were only so many possibilities on who would call, but it would actually infuriate you if akaashi was just joking around. but then again, akaashi isn’t the type to play something childish like that unless it was kaori or semi’s idea. regardless, the thought kept you awake as you eyes practically weighed like cinder blocks at this point.

you couldn’t believe you wait for two hours for a phone call that might not even happ—it shocked you at first, the ringing of your obnoxious ring tone and the buzzing of the vibrations on the table.

furrowing your brows as you reached over, a gasp left you the moment you read the contact name. your slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your shock. your hand shook from the growing bundle of nerves in your gut as you hesitate.

the name ‘kou’ shined brightly against your face, coaxing you to answer as if your thumb wasn’t frozen the accept button. out of all the possibilities on who would be calling you tonight, it just had to be him. it wasn’t like you opposed talking to bokuto. if anything, you had spent countless of sleepless nights wondering if you should finally answer that text of his. yet no matter how many different messages you have typed, none of them ever saw the light of day. a hurricane of stupid conversation starters and ice breakers swarmed in your head, all messy and disorganized that if you didn’t just suck it up and answered, you would’ve probably missed a chance to reconnect with him.

fuck it, you thought as you accepted the call.

“(y/n)!” bokuto called out to you, sending your heart running thousands of miles an hour. it had been ages since you heard your name come out of his mouth, “how’ve you been? a little birdy told me you needed a little company.”

you had to hold yourself back from smiling too much as you could already feel your cheeks ache. you wanted to scoff and perhaps groan at the sudden embarrassment of what akaashi could’ve told him. “bo—” you started, but is immediately cut off.

yet another familiar voice emitted from bokuto’s line, almost as if they were shouting, “you’re supposed to say that i’m here too, idiot!”

the volleyball player chuckles, “oh sorry, iwa-chan! here.” muffles and cups clanking against each other travel through to line to what you assume is bokuto handing his phone over to iwaizumi.

“uh... hi.” his voice sounded deeper than usual.

“hi iwa, how have you been?” you chuckle, finding his sudden shyness absolutely adorable.

“good, good. i’ve uhh... missed you.”

“i do too.”

“yeah, yeah, you miss me most though right?” bokuto’s loud voice thunders through the call.

the juxtaposition of how daftly different they were was something you could never get enough of. perhaps it was at that moment you finally understood your loneliness through their bickering. you were in fact homesick, but the home that you were thinking of wasn’t what you were missing the most. you suppose the home you missed was them. they were your home.

you let out an amused laugh, “right.”

“that’s good because iwaizumi and i should be mad at you for ghosting us for the past month, but we understand since akaashi explained to us already.”

your eyes suddenly widen into saucers, panicking what he could have possibly said. “what did he tell you?”

“everything,” bo sings.

you audibly groan in embarrassment, throwing your head back onto the couch in retaliation. you were glad they couldn’t see how flushed and red your cheeks were right now as they even extended out to the tips of your ears.

“you know it would’ve been easier to say that you love the both of us and didn’t want to choose right?” iwaizumi points out in between your panic.

“exactly!” cuts in bokuto, “besides we don’t sharing you, you know. who knew you were such a prude, (y/n).” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as you couldn’t stop the heat from spreading any further from your face.

now you were really glad they weren’t able to see you at that moment. if they did, you would’ve died from the embarrassment then and there. “give me a break, i was too embarrassed to ask,” you mutter, fearing that they could hear how fast your heart was beating through the call.

“ask what?” iwaizumi teases, “ask if you could date the both of us?”

you were internally screaming at this point. everything that you didn’t think was going to happen, happened all within five minutes and you honestly couldn’t believe it. you were pinching yourself as if you were in a dream, yet no matter how hard you squeezed, this was actually happening. “shut up!” was all you could say.

“even if you did ask... it’s not like we could ever say no to you, (y/n).” says bokuto, his words so enticing that you weren’t sure if you’re heart can handle any more of this.

his words left you absolutely speechless. you honestly didn’t know what to say at this point.

"i’m fine with it and bokuto’s fine with it.” iwaizumi says, “it’s just a matter if you’re willing.”

bokuto then leans forward towards his phone, “so what do you say, (y/n)?”

you swallowed the lump of nerves forming into your throat as the one question you never thought you would ever be asked was right in front of you. and yet you still hesitated despite everything that had just happened. you loved them both, so why weren’t you answering?

a few beats of silence passed before your gained the courage to push out the the very words, “... i’ll think about it.”

“boo! that’s lame!” bokuto shouts.

“i’ll give you guys an answer when i get back home.” you add, hoping to ease the disappointment they were probably feeling at that very moment.

“that won’t be for another few months, though.” iwaizumi deadpans that you could practically see the pout on both of their faces. “but we’ll promise to wait for you, (y/n).”

and so they waited for you to come back home, but you never did. schedules misaligned even when you were finally back home in tokyo. bokuto was getting progressively more busy now that the olympics were coming up and iwaizumi was just as busy, if not busier with the amount of athletes he had to take care of. there was even a constant flying back and forth from tokyo to los angeles for the film, all of which lasted for a few weeks at a time and you swear your couldn’t catch a break.

this went on for months with the only contact between you and the boys were from texting and phone calls that ended up shorter than you anticipated. and now a year had past since you left and this very movie premiere would be the first time you have seen iwaizumi and bokuto for the first time in a year.

this was so ironic how this all played out. you haven’t even realized you already reached the end of the red carpet when an interviewer calls out your name, microphone in hand and a camera pointed directly at your face.

“ms. (y/l/n)!” the woman shouts over the ruckus of snapping photos and other interviewers asking questions to the actors behind you. “there has been rumors going around about your dating life. are you dating msby’s bokuto koutarou or their athletic trainer iwaizumi hajime, who has been getting a lot of attention from stan twitter just recently! could you share some insight on your live life as love cemetery’s creator?”

“um,” you start, not sure how to answer the question as you nervous chuckled, “that’s a secret i’m afraid i can’t tell.”

before the woman could ask you any other questions, you walked away from the carpet and rushed towards the banquet hall. thankfully, akaashi and kaori was nearby and gratefully took your place in the interview without a second thought.

you let out a relieved sigh as much of the noise from the premiere died down as the only people inside the banquet hall were movie critics, the film crew, and other celebrities who were invited. by now, no one in this room would have the audacity to ask you such a personal question which caused weights to fall off your shoulder. you honestly should be used to those types of questions right now as a webtoon author that literally writes romance, but it always catches you off guard when you least expect it. honestly, you were just glad you didn’t slip up.

as a small little reward for yourself, you grab a flute of champagne from the refreshment table, decorated all fancy that you even hesitated to mess up the display. you turn around to face the growing crowd of mingling individuals, talking and laughing amongst each other as you sipped your drink gently. but as you watch you feel a presence on either side of you, both of which sent your heart soaring and a smile to appeared on your cherry colored lips. you didn’t even have to look them up and down to see how handsome they both looked. to think they were all yours.

“so what did you tell that interviewer?” bokuto asks nonchalantly as if he could just get away from a proper greeting. you were surprised he didn’t just engulfed you into his arms then and there.

instead, you opted to play along, “about what?” you tested with a smirk.

“the question about who you’re dating,” iwaizumi adds in from your other side.

you shrug, taking a sip of your champagne, “you guys probably wouldn’t like the answer i gave her.” you could feel the brazen stares bokuto and iwaizumi were giving each other—competitive and oddly provoking.

“she probably said she was dating me,” bokuto hums in response, confidence radiating off him that it caused you to scoff.

“i doubt it,” debates iwaizumi, giving him the same energy. “she probably said she was dating me.”

“actually,” you cut in before the two could possibly start bickering with each other, “i remember specifically saying that i’d thinking about it.”

the boys give you a look, downing their drinks as if they were like the shots they swallowed many nights ago at that bar. it was as if they were trying to win your over again like your feelings had changed since then.

“oh yeah?” bokuto starts, inching closer towards you while iwaizumi rested his arm on the table behind you.

“so what do you think, (y/n)?” says iwaizumi.

they both towered over you, just inches away from your body, but you didn’t cower or back away. if anything there was a playful smirk inevitably resting upon your lips.

now this, was going to be fun.

fun facts! —

sugawara has five rolls of film he had to get developed once they wrapped filming in osaka, each roll is from each city they went to for filming

iwaizumi and bokuto became really close friends when y/n left for la as they bonded over getting ghosted

bc of this,, bokuto posted a pic of him and iwa on his instagram and it got lots of attention that iwa went viral on stan twitter

taglist: (closed!)

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saturno-sol · 3 years ago

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The Brainrot has gotten to me

WELL HERE YOU GO FOLKS (almost) ALL MY NOTES ON WYRMTHREAD (Chantilly/Quezal) both in Canon and in a Happier AU because yes Most put under a readmore because its over 1K long and the very end has some suggestive things because I’m allowed to think like that too so just as a heads up

Anyways here

Canon Codex

Do not establish a relationship outside of a blooming interest in each other that gets nipped in the bud due to...yeah cries

So let us not delve too deeply into Canon rn, and sadly since the plot absolutely needs Chantilly gone to progress we turn to HAPPIER AUS!!!!! :DDDDD because I drove myself deep into brainrot and aoughhhhghhhghhhhghh

Songs I associate with canon because music is good-

I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE by Tyler the Creator

Mr Loverman by Ricky Montgomery

Rest Easy, I’ll See You Again by Cuco (the title is a LIE)

Pain by Pinkpantheress

La Gata Bajo la Lluvia by Rocío Dúrcal

The Night We Met by Lord Huron (thank you Jaxx)

Noche No Te Vayas by Los Tres Caballeros

Better Timeline AU!!!!

Placeholder name but honestly it might stick because I’m too lazy to think up of a better one hghfdnkj, am open to suggestions tho

Basic Premise of this AU: Through some magic fuckery or whatever, Chantilly is allowed out of the Troupe and decides to tag along with our funky wyrm gal because nowhere else to go/hrnng big lady pretty. They actually do start going out and it turns out hey! They like each other, like a lot.

They like each other so much that they get married and bam, WyrmThread real

This is great because not only is my otp now canon and alive, Fuego (and later on Lune when Fuego adoptskidnaps them into the family) now has both parents! And they love their kids sm like damn do not get in between them else you want to get yeeted to Unalive World.

In this one, the motivations for [REDACTED] have now morphed into somewhat the same way in terms of being dealt with but now we got the lacey boy to help Quezal do [SPOILERS], fight [SPOILERS] and help complete [SPOILERS] and help establish her empire. (I’m sorry but I am not revealing any important Codex spoilers yet)

“Will you be the Malfina to my Connecticut Clark?”

Girlboss and Malewife, except they’re both still murderous and would happily see you to your grave if you intervene with any of their plans. I’ve given Chantilly throwing knives :) because he deserves to be dangerous.

He deserves to look cool!! With knives!!! Fighting alongside his wifey!!

Of course NKG fucks off when Chantilly leaves the Troupe but I love to think of him being akin to a disapproving in-law (“Really Chantilly?? You run off and marry some wyrm that didn’t even have a kingdom to begin with? Have the standards of the Nightmare Vessels deteriorated as time went on?”)

Chantilly is somewhat concerned that Fuego is much more, for lack of a better word, feral than a regular Grimmchild would be but he doesn’t regret the decision to have him. He loves his bitey son even if he scratches through fabrics like water.

And Quezal enjoys having another person to coil around and snarl at anyone that gets too close to them. It does take a while until they’re like velcro due to her issues with touch being equated to violence (Thanks dad /s) but once she overcomes that fight or flight response she absolutely does not let go of him.

Burrowing into a dark place and nuzzling until he smells like her makes Wyrm brain go brr. And since he isn’t a wyrm there’s no instinct yelling at her to maim him if there’s no babies to take care of/mating season passed, he in her eyes is harmless. Even if they both know different, at least in her brain he is just a lil guy, no threat to her.

Chantilly loves all the attention he’s getting from her, absolutely will allow her to carry him off and coil up against him as long as he can work on sewing while she broods over him.

He’s naturally warm and for a wyrm that needs outside heat to regulate her inner temp like a snake he’s like a hot water bottle, world cold husband warm.

Happby family can these Queers be HAPPY PLEASE

Love languages!!!

Quezal once she gets comfortable with physical stuff likes to nuzzle and bite :) but not to draw any hemo or cause harm, just to hold in mouth. She also likes to do acts of service, making sure that her husband is wont for nothing and doing little things like sharpening his knives for him.

Chantilly loves to gift-give! Usually things he made by hand.

“Quezal pls let me make you pretty dresses and outfits please you would so look good in teal”

He likes kissing a lot, smoochies for wife and cuddling is great for him too, as long as he can sleep with his chest unobstructed he’s good

They both love showing each other off

“Look at my partner they’re the fucking best ever, none of you bitches can compare to them.”

When the empire is finally formed and Quezal takes her place as Empress she offers the title of Emperor to Chantilly

He declines, Royal titles are just not his thing and he feels uncomfortable with them, so instead he goes by the title of “Lord”

His duties consist of assisting with any paperwork Quezal doesn’t want to deal with and being eye candy (/j but also not really he loves being shown off esp in new outfits)

He also deals with nobles that aren’t too pushy, the ones that do are quickly steered towards Quezal. And usually after a meeting with her they learn better than to try to smart mouth either of them.

Family Notes!

Chantilly’s the one to go to if you need advice and soothing comfort

Quezal’s the one to go to if you need someone beat the fuck up and also advice but in the no nonsense way.

She also comforts but it's not in the way that Chantilly will delicately soothe the pains away, she tells you how it is but will hug you and tuck you into bed if wanted.

On the other hand, Chantilly is the one Fuego and Lune go to if they want to do something crazy or stupid and know that mom won’t say yes.

He dresses them up in poofy outfits (see the clown costume I’ve thrown on Fuego as an example) and shows them off to Quezal

“Look my dear! Aren’t they the sweetest things you have seen!”

It is very funny

SONGS I ASSOCIATE WITH THIS AU

Meet Me At Our Spot by WILLOW

First Love/ Late Spring by Mitski

I Hear A Symphony by Cody Fry

She’s My Collar by the Gorillaz

My Kind of Woman by Mac DeMarco

New Light by John Mayer

Vivir by Jardin

coffee by Miguel

Never Getting Rid of Me from the Waitress Musical

WARNING WARNING

Ok next few am going to be a bit suggestive so stop here if you’re not into that but

I’m debating on if they’d have more children than Fuego and Lune and if so, how many HDJFJKSJ (thinking of twins named Arco and Iris because Arcoiris means Rainbow and I kind of like that and I’m also a sucker for twins)

Listen, they’re both switches but most if not all the time Quezal’s the one topping. The man is submissive and breedable what do you expect HDJFJS

s i z e D i f f e r e n c e

Chantilly is a sensual romantic and loves a lot of buildup while Quezal just wants to get on with the good stuff, they make it work with communication and understanding each other :)

They’re both capable of carrying so if they did have more kids I’d imagine they’d take turns on who’s turn it is to be eggy. (And I have so many thoughts about how they’d treat each other while pregnant but HHHHFJFJFHHHF too embarrassed rn waagaghgg)

These two love each other very much and I love them.

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holygoddessofvictory · 4 years ago

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So listen, I was buying a slurpee today then I heard THE ANTHEM OF TOH from the other isle and me being an idiotic fangirl went running to the other side of the 7/11 isle. And there I saw a cute girl. Damn great hair. Really nice shoes. Just staring at her phone watching (what I assumed) the toh animatic.

I, in that moment lost all my wits and my brain went SHE MUST BECOME MY FRIEND, tried to walk over when two girls and a guy showed up from around the isle corner and snatched her phone away.

My social anxiety went over me so I turned and walked away when I heard them go "Why are you watching this? Maria are you lesbian?!"

I, just very fresh from the AMA a half dozen hrs back, didn't know what got into me. I literally just turned and threw my slurpee at the trio and everyone in the store just gaped at me. When I realized what I did I just...

Hwhsbsodnndis WHAT DO I DO?! WHY DID I DO THAT?!?! i was panicking in my mind but my heart was like my slurpee, my fandom, HOW DARE YOU?!

So half way my brain went brr I just said. Oops!

And that's how I got banned at 7/11 today. Btw Maria and I are friends now!!!

#toh #the owl house #owl house #me #seven-eleven #slurpee #I must've been possessed or something #didn't regret it tho #YEET #little miss perfect #should I feel bad?#well I did get banned at a 7/11

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thepuckishrogue · 6 years ago

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Javier Escuella x GN!Reader in: “Miss me?”

NSFW ABCs || J is for ‘Jack Off’

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ Previous: A Million Little Ways || I is for ‘Intimacy’

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↠ Requested By: No one, naturally. ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: NSFW, obviously. ((MINORS BEGONE!!)) ↠ CWs/TWs: None ↠ Total WC: 2.1k (exactly! round numbers make the brain go brr, lmao)

“Miss me?” you ask on a purr, nails gently raking over the lowest reaches of his abdomen. His breath hitches at the motion before puttering out into a shaky sigh. “You know I did, cariño,” he tells you as he nuzzles his face against the line of your neck. “But what’re you doing back so soon?” “It’s a long story, an interesting one too, but we can get into that later. Right now I’d much rather enjoy my welcome home present…”

↠ In which Mister Escuella indulges in a little self-loving while his amor is away only to be reminded that reality is always better than imagination.

Jack Off || The Masturbation Headcanon™

Javier sees masturbation as more of a maintenance type-deal than anything else. He has the great misfortune of having a high sex drive, but also nearly crippling trust issues. Everything that happened with his lady-love back in Mexico has left him low-key fucked up in that aspect. He finds it hard to give his heart away, and for him if his heart isn’t in it neither is he. The thing he had with Abby was a one off; again, she was someone he was fond of and that he could trust, but the whole deal showed him that the whole ‘friends with benefits’ life ain’t for him. He’s a monogamous creature by nature and when looking for a relationship he wants something real and enduring.

That being said he doesn’t have an issue hooking up with working girls and the like as he views that as more of a business transaction than anything, but actually forming a real and meaningful relationship with someone he cares about? Oh-ho buddy is that a whole goddamn thing and a half—but that’s a headcanon for another day.

Back to the chicken choking.

Anyways, he mostly does it to help keep his urges in check, but that doesn’t mean it’s not something to be enjoyed. If he has the time he’ll tease himself a bit, edging himself a few times before finally giving in to his need to cum. Side-note: he hardly ever plays with his own balls as he’s usually too focused on the main event, but he actually really loves it so by all means indulge him! Right, so anyways—if he has a s/o he’ll imagine that it’s their hand/mouth/cunt/ass clenching around him instead and that always takes him to the edge much faster than anything else will. But if it’s a person that he’s pining over or one who has already rejected his advances he won’t fantasize about them as he thinks that’s v. disrespectful. They’ve not given him leave to think of them in that way, so he won’t—not actively, at least. He can’t control his dreams or what makes him pop a boner, but he won’t rub one out to them.

Good Guy Javier Escuella. I trust him.

“Miss me?” || WC: 1.7k~

💦 Tags: Needy Javier is needy. This is as close to him being a sub as I’ve ever written him lol. Other than that there’s nothing of note. As the prompt suggest, Javi rubs one out to the disjointed memories of his lover only to find them there in the flesh and all to ready to lend a helping hand.

In a tent that is far too empty for his tastes, Javier finds himself relying on his imagination in a way that he hasn’t had to since you had become his amor.

Though you’ve been together for a while now you’ve not really been apart for an extended period of time. It’s not that you’re one another’s shadows per se—you both understand the importance of space and individuality—but when it comes to missions you tend to do them together. This is partly by design (neither of you are exactly comfortable with the idea of not having each other’s back), and partly just because you work so damn well together. But even with all of that there are still some jobs that require your duo to split, thus his current situation.

Eyes squeezed shut, he imagines phantom lips gliding like water over the head of his cock and down further still until they’re nestled down around its base. Javier’s hand follows their path, the thick ooze of pre that coats his shaft making things all the easier, but right now he’s trying to forget that it’s his hand that’s at work– Hell, that it’s a hand at all.

Yes, if he keeps his mind just fuzzed enough he can almost convince himself that it’s you that’s tucked between his legs—pretty lips parted around his cock, wet and warm and oh-so-willing to do whatever it takes to please him. Your cheeks hollow beautifully around the thick length of him as you bob up and down at that maddeningly perfect pace that always leaves his hips straining against the instinctual urge to rut. He doesn’t want to gag you, not unless you want it–

But you do want it, don’t you, baby?

Yes, in this fantasy you’re begging for it, with those sweet, dewy eyes of yours and hands that dig into his skin with a desperation that matches his own. And so he gives it to you. His hips buck up into his willing palm (your hot, pliant mouth) in hard, quick thrusts. Lids flutter and eyes roll as he clamps his free hand over his mouth in an attempt to dampen the needy moans that are pouring out of his throat. Making his pleasure known to the world when he has you writhing along with him is one thing—and a thing gladly done at that—but doing so when he’s getting himself off is just sad, honestly.

He’s close now, so damn close, and his hand unconsciously focuses more on the leaking tip with every pass. Little licks, comes the hazy thought, right at that spot—Joder! Sí, sí eso es todo…

The logical half of his brain knows that it’s impossible for you to be sucking him off while also lapping at his head like a kitten, but that part is buried down deep, lost to the fog of lust and want and blood that thrums for more-more-more. He works himself well, but god it would be so much better if it was your hand or mouth or fuck your greedy little hole squeezing around his dick—he doesn’t even care which at this point, he just wants something of yours touching him in the way he needs most. ((Fuck! Yes, yes that’s it…))

His mind goes blurry with images now. There’s not enough blood left north of his crotch for him to make sense of most of them, these half remembered echoes of dalliances past creating whispers of sensation that drive him ever closer towards the edge. Just a few more strokes, the tightening of his muscles tell him, and you’ll be there—and yet despite this he stills his hand. He wants this to last, just a bit longer, wants to cum so hard that he falls into a sleep deep enough to be dreamless. He wants, needs, this reprieve.

He’s never thought of himself as being an overly clingy partner but this latest mission you’ve undertaken has him reconsidering his stance. If it were just the physical he’s sure he could deal, but it goes far beyond that. The days you’ve spent apart from one another have stretched long and weighed heavily on heart and mind both. And what’s worse is that you won’t be by his side again for at least another day. If he must endure another night of too vivid dreams that leave him grasping for someone that isn’t there he just might stab someone.

His body revolts almost violently against the sudden lack of friction though the denial that trails it leaves him shivering. His cock twitches impatiently while his stomach muscles seize and his heart stutters over itself—odd sensations to be sure, but not entirely unpleasant, especially when he knows what they’re leading up to. Still, it’s an adjustment and the balance of keeping himself on the right side of his arousal turns the simple act into an endeavor that’s just shy of being a step beyond what he’s willing to endure. As he tries to reach this equilibrium he silently curses Hosea and the scheme that apparently requires his love’s expertise. If not for this damned con he would be inside of you right now instead of rutting against his own hand–

“I can’t say I’m happy to have walked in on the intermission, but it is nice to know that I’m not the only one you like to tease.”

The much loved name of an even better loved person passes Javier’s lips in a strangled gasp as his eyes snap open. The day’s failing light combined with the tent’s thick material makes it impossible to see any details, but he knows that silhouette, has admired the dips, curves, and planes of your frame for far too long not to. As you draw near you smile and he finds himself gasping for a different reason. It’s as if a boulder has been lifted of off his chest allowing for him to breathe properly for the first time since watching you ride out of camp. The sentiment softens from its initial sharp playfulness into something warm and gooey as you come to nestle into his side—right where you belong, where you would always be if he had his say.

You pepper his face with sweet little kisses, all the while telling him how much you missed him and dammit if that doesn’t go straight to his dick. Of course you notice the effect you have on him right away. Lips linger against flushed skin only to part around teasing nips as you trail feather-light touches down his chest to his stomach.

“Miss me?” you ask on a purr, nails gently raking over the lowest reaches of his abdomen.

His breath hitches at the motion before puttering out into a shaky sigh. “You know I did, cariño,” he tells you as he nuzzles his face against the line of your neck. “But what’re you doing back so soon?” ((sweetheart))

The old conman’s plan isn’t supposed to reach its culmination until tomorrow afternoon so your being now means that something has either gone very wrong or very right. Given the gang’s recent strain of luck the later isn’t all that likely, but it’s hard to care about outcomes when you’re finally, finally gripping his cock. He pants heavily as you stroke over him a few times, with the sound echoing so loudly that he almost misses your reply.

“It’s a long story, an interesting one too, but we can get into that later. Right now I’d much rather enjoy my welcome home present…”

You release him then and he damn near whimpers at the loss of contact. Your replying smile is indulgent as you lean in to kiss him deeply. You assure him that you’re not going to leave him wanting—that you’re going to give him everything he’s been craving for five damn days now—as you move so that your chest is pressed firmly against his back. He revels in the closeness, shivering once again when teeth graze the shell of his ear. All the while a hand that is blessedly not his own wraps around his length and begins to pump and it’s perfect. It all becomes too much far too quickly and within a couple of minutes he’s rutting against your palm like a man possessed. He can feel his end rushing towards him with a speed that’s almost frightening, and while the urge to just give in to the bliss is strong he really wants to make this last, just a little while longer, but…

But then a honeyed voice is telling him to cum, to fall apart under these loving ministrations, and it’s just not in Javier’s nature to deny his amor, least of all when the request is as lovely as this.

His release hits him with all the force of a rogue train. His groan is long and drawn out as he bows forward, heedless of the thick rivets of cum that shoot up onto his chest. Murmured praise and practiced hands stretch his pleasure out longer, and when he finally comes back down he’s content to nestle himself against you in full. Even in the haze of his afterglow you’re still so sweet to him, stroking his hair and telling him how beautiful he is when he comes for you like that; your words wrap around him, burrow into him to settle themselves within the depths of his heart.

This is a total reversal of your usual roles, but he finds that he needs it. You may have only been apart for a few days, but he’d be lying if he said they weren’t some of the worst of his life. He missed you, yes, but the worry was so much worse. Knowing there was nothing for it he’d done his best to ignore it all, and for the most part he’s succeeded, but now…

The hollow ache in his chest comes back full force only to be soothed away with cuddles and kisses and promises to keep him close and you’re as good as your word. Limbs tangle while breathes become shared things and fingers intertwine. You stay this way—a pair of beings wrapped up so fully in one another that there is only a singular ‘we’—until the dawning of a new day calls you back to your duties once more.

Up next: Keep Quiet || K is for ‘Kinks’

“We paid good money to get in here, might as well poke around a bit, yeah?” Clearly he’s looking for something specific, though when you question him about what exactly that something is he just smiles that little smile that has been the prelude to trouble many, many times over the years…

↠ In which Mister Escuella and his amor make their own fun at the Blackwater Grand Theater.

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