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eupheme · 2 months

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— sugar, sugar

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wolverine/logan howlett x neighbor!f!reader

rated e - 6.5k

tags: asshole friend!wade, (sorta soft) roommate!logan, baker!neighbor!reader, flirting, mutual yearning, immature humor, a reference to while you were sleeping, wingman!wade and the worse way to meet someone, light angst, oral sex, swallowing, fingering, v. light ass play, unprotected PiV, appearance of The Claws, what’s a refractory period, sorta audible voyeurism (brief/humorous)

a/n: includes spoilers for deadpool & wolverine (which omg I loved - what was your fave cameo?)

Your eccentric neighbor Wade may drive you a little up the wall… but, you’re willing to put up with him if it means he’ll introduce you to his new, grumpy-looking roommate.

“You gonna introduce me?”

You’ve cornered Wade in the apartment’s laundry room - the door to the front-loading washer hanging open as he holds a bundle of red fabric up to his chest.

“You think this will wash out?”

The suit in question looks like it had been run over by a truck and then set on fire, with the rips criss-crossed in the leather and the numerous charred holes scattered across the chest.

“Definitely.” Your eyes flicker down, and then back up, “So, will you?”

He bundles the suit up - flinging into the back of the washer, the laundry basket still tucked under an arm.

“Really? Not even ‘hello, Wade’? ‘Looking good, Wade’?” His voice pitches up, imitating yours, “Does our friendship really mean nothing to you?”

You wouldn’t necessarily call Wade Wilson a friend.

In fact, he’s honestly the worst neighbor you’ve ever had.

Loud, obnoxious. Persuasive - the first night you met you had been banging on his door at three in the morning, yelling at him to shut up as music and a caterwauling voice blared through the shared wall.

Ten minutes later you were playing the drums on his late night session of Rock Band, using a banana and a wooden spoon in place of sticks. Only for Althea to stomp out of her room and shut everything down, scaring both of you out of your skins.

But sometimes, you think - remembering the times he came through for you, a shoulder to cry on, helping him this slump he’s been digging himself out of - he might just be the best, as well.

And maybe that was friendship, after all.

You sigh, leaning against the row of washers. Eyes flicking over him, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“You do look good, Wade,” There’s a tilt of your head, the smile widening, “Glad you lost the toupee, that really wasn’t your color.”

“Ah, ah. Repurposed,” He chides, cupping his crotch, “You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve missed-”

“Ew, stop.” Your face scrunches, a hand covering your eyes as you shield your vision, “Will you please just answer my question?”

He throws a handful of shirts in the washer, “Which was...?”

Your head shakes - a hand on his arm as you reach for a glint of gold in the pile of clothes. Cringing as a handgun appears, held gingerly between thumb and forefinger as you set it on the side table.

“Good call,” He nods, “Dry clean only.”

You can't help a laugh then, even as your hands brace on your hips, “I want to meet your roommate.”

He frowns, “You’ve met Blind Al.”

“Jesus, Wade. Not Al." A hand waves, " I mean Mister Tall, Dark, and Brooding.”

You’ve seen the stranger in the hallways a few times in the month since he’s moved in. Scruffy and scowling the first time, a silent shadow behind Wade’s endless chatter.

But in the weeks following, that look had softened. You’d stopped by twice with cookies to welcome him, but every time you’ve just gotten Al.

Not that you dislike Al, that’s not it at all. She’s sweet enough to you when it’s not 3 a.m. or if Wade doesn’t have her annoyed half to death.

But you certainly weren’t harboring a crush on her. Maybe even secretly hoping that maybe the new neighbor will get a little lost and end up at your door, instead of his new place.

“Ooh,” The syllables draw out - detergent flung in, before he’s leaning against the washer too, facing you. “Yeah, Logan. He's great, got a mean ‘Hugh Jackman’ vibe, just without the singing. You’d like him.”

Something like hope flutters in your belly, but then he’s raising a finger - wiggling it at you, “Just one question though. What’s in it for me?”

That has you scowling, “What do you mean? You owe me. I covered for you when you had that barqueue in the stairwell.”

“God, that was great sausage.” Wade groans, thinking back, “Mmm, but I think Peter covered for me.”

“Who do you think got Peter?”

“Well, I don’t remember seeing you.” He shrugs.

“I was right-,” You pinch the bridge of your nose between thumb and forefinger, a sharp exhale of breath, “Fine. If you do this for me, I’ll do that thing you keep asking me to do.”

Wade gasps gleefully, “You mean you’ll make the triple decker-”

“-chocolate caramel cheesecake chimichangas. Yes.” You finish with him, arms crossing over your chest, “You’re lucky you heal fast because that should put you right into a food coma.”

“Right. Lucky me,” He smirks. A second as he thinks, before he snaps his fingers, “I’m having a little get-together tonight! You should come. Was gonna invite you anyway.”

The pounding in your head ratchets up at the thought that all this could’ve been avoided.

“Logan sleeps on the couch, though,” He adds, sagely, “So just letting you know that if the two of you decide to get your fuck on in my bed, according to the state of New York I am legally allowed to join you.”

“Thanks for the warning,” You grimace - even if you’re certain that cannot possibly be true, “But I do have my own apartment.”

“Oh, right.” There’s the faintest edge of disappointment in his tone, paired with a sigh.

You give him a sideways look, then.

“I saw Vanessa leaving yesterday. Things getting better?”

He sobers at that, eyes moving towards the sliver of a window. The glimpse of the street outside.

“Yeah.” Wade manages, “Yeah, I think so.”

There had once been a flicker of something. In-between your annoyance and exasperation, there were tendrils of tenderness. Long snuffed out, when you had seen just how banged up his heart was. How it’s always belonged to another.

You had gotten over it. Gotten to a place where seeing him now, like this, makes you smile.

“I’m really glad to hear that.”

He smiles, then.

“Thanks. Me too.”

“Hey, hold on.” Wade darts in front of his roommate, a leg kicked up high to block the doorway, “Where are you going? You can’t go out.”

Logan scowls, an arm already shoved into his leather jacket, “Sure I can.”

The blow against his shoulder might move a lesser man, but Wade’s fingers just grip the frame even tighter, “But I promised-, I got a friend that wants to meet you. There is some really important shit at stake here. I can’t let you go.”

An eyebrow cocks, “Can’t? I think we both know how that would go if you tried to stop me.”

It would be easy to get into this right here and now, but his suit is still in the dryer and he’s not about to spend another hour cleaning up blood.

“Wait, wait, wait,” He throws a hand up, “Aren’t you listening to me? A girl wants to meet you. She’s hot, she has a job, and she has an apartment. You’re only one outta three there. Can’t you see what a good opportunity this is? This is totally in your favor!”

Logan scoffs, his tongue tucking against his teeth. Hesitating for just a second, but it's enough that Wade knows he’s got him.

“I’ve met your friends,” He eventually acknowledges, “They’re good folk and all, but there isn’t anyone there I’d like to ‘get to know better’, yeah?”

“You haven’t met this one. She lives next door.”

The pause stretches longer this time. Dark eyes dart out into the hallway, and Wade can practically hear those rusted gears turning.

“Apartment 16 or 18?” Logan finally rasps, his arms crossing.

Oh, he’s definitely got him. Just call him Wade Wilson, New York’s own personal Cupid. New life goal - get his friends laid.

He nocks a mental arrow - aiming, and then firing with his answer.

“18.”

Another beat passes, and then a sigh.

“Alright.” The leather sleeve slips from his arm, drooping in his fist.

“Five minutes. That’s all I’m staying.”

Wade’s fist pumps.

Bullseye, motherfucker.

The apartment is packed and it’s been well past the allotted five minutes. Logan’s been nursing a beer for the last fifteen, eyes flicking over the people he’s grown to know well.

Offering a tight, half-smile when the big man claps him on the back, followed by Opposites Attract. Almost tempted to find that damn dog, just to have something to do.

Or maybe, just bail all-together.

Starting to think this was all an elaborate prank. Some fucked up aspect of this Earth, unknown to him until now.

He’s too old for this shit. If he heads for the bedroom now, he might make it out the fire escape before anyone notices.

Logan is still entertaining this new thread of thought until he hears his name - called out over whatever fuck-face bullshit boy-band music Wade’s been playing.

Ambiance, his ass.

The muscles of his crossed arms flex. Catching the way his roommate hauls a girl across the floor - the look of panic on her face as she tosses a container onto the nearest surface.

Wade hadn’t been lying, after all. It was Apartment 18 - that was about as much as he knew about you.

Other than the color of your eyes. The smell of your perfume in the hall. Your hair, your schedule - waking in the mornings to hear your door opening at 5 a.m., five days a week.

A baker. A damn good one, from the bits of cookie he’s snuck when no one was home.

Had never thought to introduce himself, because he’s been through all this before. Knows better than to reach out in the first place - still nursing the old wound of heartache, one that still flares to life in his chest.

Better not to hope, or even think, at all.

You stumble when he lets go, and Logan’s hands only curl tighter. Afraid to touch, now that you’re so close.

A pretty young thing compared to him. This was a fucking stupid idea, his eyes darting away as Wade claps, his hands spreading wide.

“Logan,” Wade’s tone is cordial, as if discussing the weather, “This is our neighbor, Sugar. She bakes a mean penis cake and likes emotionally unavailable men.”

A dejected sigh as he regards you, “Which is why it’s never worked out between us. I am just too available.”

Penis cake?

Logan shoots you a sideways look, an eyebrow cocked. Caught off guard by this unexpected intro, and it seems you are the same - gauging by the way your mouth drops open.

Your face swimming with regret, as you hiss, “Oh my god. Wade. It was one time. Why do you have to put it like that?”

Wade’s smile widens, his tone still innocent, “Just skipping over the ‘getting-to-know-you’s, so you can know if you’re compatible.”

Already pivoting to face Logan with a little wink, his own scowl already deepening. Something like nerves flickering to life - as he wonders if this will all be over before it ever begins.

“And this is Logan. He’s from another Earth, is two-hundred years old, and has a metal dong.”

Jesus Christ.

Logan’s teeth grit, before he snarls, “It’s not made of metal-”

Out of the corner of his eye, catches the curious dip of your gaze. Past the folded twist of his arms, the flannel, down to his thick belt buckle.

A knock rings out then, interrupting him from any further clarification.

“Ooh! Door,” Wade thumbs over his shoulder, “Go on now, we’ve got some good energy going here. Sugar and spice, I love it.”

A spin on his heel, and he’s leaving them alone. Silence a lingering companion for a long moment, before Logan turns.

“Nice to meet you.” He seethes, jaw working as he shoots daggers at Wade’s back. A hand extended - he’d manage that much at least.

Waiting for you to make an excuse and run, but all you do is fit your hand into his. Soft and strong and a near perfect fit.

Logan doesn’t touch people much anymore unless it’s a hand around a throat, or claws buried deep into a chest. Had almost forgotten what it was like, even if this meeting is close to his own personal version of hell.

“Nice to finally meet you, too.” Your smile is wry. Hands still clasped a moment longer, until he’s withdrawing.

Your hands shove into your back pockets. The tilt of a head as you regard him, and he lets his eyes meet yours.

They’re pretty, like the rest of you. Captivating even, if he could use such a word, and Wade’s words ring out in his head.

She wants to meet you.

He’s wondering if that’s still true. Maybe you’re wondering the same, with the way you look at him.

“So,” You begin, awkwardly - another unconscious flick of your eyes,“How does-”

“Uh-uh.” Logan’s head shakes. He’s picked up a couple things living with Wade. Never used to be a bargaining man, but he has to admit it has its uses.

“If you wanna know, you gotta go first.”

He hates you.

He must, with the way he’s scowling. Thighs spread wide as he sits on the couch you had gestured to, fingers in a vice grip around the bottle. No doubt plotting a dozen ways to ditch you the second he can.

Who wouldn’t, with a meeting like this? You could kill Wade, cheeks burning as you sink into the worn cushions next to him.

That is, until your knee knocks against his. The muscles in his thigh flexing - but Logan lets it rest, instead of pulling away.

“You gonna-?” His voice is gruff, a low rasp that makes goosebumps raise across your skin.

“Uh, sure.” Your fingers twist, “Which part did you want to hear about?”

His eyebrows lift. Those dark eyes beneath, almost a hint of amusement in them.

“Right,” The little laugh that bubbles from you is self-conscious, “Well, I don’t really like emotionally unavailable men, they just have a habit of finding me.”

His voice is low, “How would Wade know that?”

“Mm, how would he know about your-?” Your eyes flicker down for the third time, and he shifts.

“You first.”

“Alright.” You huff, but you’re smiling now. Some of your discomfort easing.

Logan is even more handsome than you had thought. You like the way his eyes dart away, only to come back and linger.

It’s starting to make you think that maybe it’s not dislike that has so much of him hidden away. Maybe it’s just been a long time since someone tried to peel any of him back.

Maybe he’s as nervous as you are.

“Well, he’s had to scare an ex or two away.” You shrug, “He only knows because I told him. And the cake, oh-, that was him, too.”

You turn then, to face him. A shoulder brushing the arm he has thrown across the back of the couch, a flicker in his eyes as you get comfortable beside him.

“Well, Wade had gotten ripped in half a couple years ago,” You nose wrinkles, a wave of your hand, “And it all like, has to grow back, right? It’s so creepy.”

Logan grimaces at your explanation, and you wonder if he understands. You think he must - you had thought he was like Wade, in some ways.

Different. Special.

“Well, he uh, finished growing everything in,” You make a sweeping gesture over your lower half, “And the next year to celebrate his dickiversary, he ordered a penis cake from my shop.”

“His… dickiversary.” Logan repeats slowly.

The heat is back in your cheeks, but you nod, “Yeah, because it like, it came back and all. And he paid in cash, I couldn’t say no.”

There’s the smallest twitch of Logan’s lips, and it feels like a victory.

“Right. What flavor was it?”

Your smile widens with relief, “Strawberries and cream. It was so good. I’ll have to make it for you sometime.”

A second before you cringe, adding, “I mean, a normal one. Not…”

He hums then, close to a laugh.

“Sure. You do that.”

You smile, letting your shoulder bump his, “And with that… I think it’s your turn.”

The bit of humor in his expression flattens. A searching look thrown your way, before he inhales a breath.

Setting it free.

“I’m a mutant.”

Logan waits there, as if expecting something. You only nod, thinking of the ones you know. Colossus, Ellie, Yukio, Domino. Wade.

“Wade said you were similar to him. I had assumed-” You encourage, waiting.

“Right,” He seems relieved, some of the tension ebbing, “My powers are regenerative, like his. But unlike him, I have these-”

There’s the jerk of his wrist, and three sharp metal claws sprout from between his knuckles. Your gasp is caught in your throat as you cling to his flannel shirt - the surprise bleeding into worry.

They glint in the light, as his fingers flex.

“Adamantium instead of bones. All of me is like this.”

The claws sheath themselves inside him again. His wounds smoothing over seconds later, as he scrubs his knuckles across his jeans, wiping away blood.

Offering out his hand, after. Letting your grip unwind from his shirt, and press against his skin instead. Feeling the tendons in his hand, his wrist. The skeleton beneath utterly unyielding, a weight to his limb that is so unlike your own.

“Metal…” You trail off, as pieces click into place, “I get it now. So does Wade really think there’s like, an actual bone-?”

Logan huffs again, “Guess so.”

You laugh then. A thought sobering you after, as a fingertip drifts up to the dip between his fingers.

“But doesn’t that hurt?”

It makes you wince to even think about it. Much less how casually they sprung from him, no different than breathing.

He shrugs, and it’s heartbreaking.

“Doesn’t even phase me anymore.”

“And, the two hundred years,” Another facet you put together out loud, “You’re still alive because you keep healing? Will it be that way forever?”

His hand flexes in your grip.

“Not forever. Apparently my powers will run out, at some point.” His eyes meet yours, “The Logan in this world is dead. Wade pulled me from another.”

Your brow furrows - always trying to keep up with the snippets that Wade has told you across the years - stories about time-traveling and mutants and even how he came to be. But this seems too deep. Surely Logan must be joking.

“Another world, huh?” You ask, head tilting - trying your best to roll with it, “Won’t they miss you in yours?”

Only now does his face falter. That sharp mask cracking, as his hand pulls from yours. Resting again on the back edge of the couch - his answer low and rough.

“No. I don’t think so.”

Another jolt racks through your heart. You don’t know him know him yet, but you already can’t believe that could possibly be true. Your fingers fan out, hovering - before it folds into a fist.

“Well then, I’m glad you’re here.”

He doesn’t reply.

The room is darker now, dim with the setting of the sun. Street lights outside pouring in a golden beam that cuts across his face.

His eyes are hazel, you can see that now. A fading rim of green spilling into the brown, beneath the near-permanent furrow of his eyebrows.

Yours caught in the glow of the flamingo string lights that curl out from the kitchen, stapled to the walls.

He breaks the silence, the words coming slowly.

“Let me ask you one more thing.”

“Sure. You know some of my worst secrets already.” You smile, a shoulder lifting.

His hand twitches, where it rests near your shoulder. The tip of a finger ghosting against skin.

Just the slightest brush but it feels like it radiates out, lingering after.

“Why’d you tell Wade you wanted to meet me?”

His voice is still low, rough. But it’s lost that sharp edge. The combination has your stomach tied up in knots, suddenly more nervous that you’ve been the whole night.

Surely he must know?

“Well…” You hedge. It’s your turn to look away, but then there’s the brush of his fingers again.

“Because I did want to meet you.” You admit, “You, you seemed like someone I wanted to get to know. In whatever capacity you’d like.”

“Is that right, Sugar?” Logan husks, and the nickname sounds even sweeter on his tongue, stealing your breath.

All you can do is nod, as his eyes darken.

Voices rise behind you, ripping you out of this little bubble you’ve found yourself in. Nearly forgetting just how many people are here, how many eyes have been glancing your way since you’ve arrived.

“Not strip poker Wade, please.” The rough rumbling plea of Colossus’s voice rings out above the others, “You never wear anything under the suit-”

You didn’t even realize when he had changed, but he had - patches of bare skin on his ass showing through the holes. Your nose scrunches, before you turn back to realize that Logan’s eyes are still on you.

Dropping when your tongue peeks out to wet your lips - your words coming out in a soft hush.

“You want to get out of here?”

You want him. You can only hope that he might just want you, too.

The corner of his lip twitches.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

It’s strange to have someone like Logan in your space. You can remember the last time you’ve wanted someone here.

His fingers still entwined with yours, from where you had reached back for him. Leading him through the dim corners of the room.

Thinking you had made it, only for the rousing cheers to rise when you had cracked the door open to slip through.

His grip tightening when you made to tug your hand free, in an urge to press it against burning cheeks. Letting you fumble with one hand, to open the lock next door.

It’s quieter here. A low echo of the music next door, as the darkness wraps around you again.

Here, his fingers move, but it’s only to skim up your wrist. To tug you between him and the front door, until your back presses against it.

His nose brushes yours as he steps into your space, your lips already parting. Holding himself there for a moment, inhaling the scent of you as his arm braces above your head.

Leaving you to be the one that closes the gap. The tilt of your head and the press of your lips against his.

A rough hum when your arms wrap around his neck, fingers buried in his hair. His hand gripping at your waist, pulling your hips against his.

Tugging and pushing. A messy path from the front door through the small living room - a mirror-image of the apartment next door.

Through to the bedroom, wandering hands and the brush of his tongue against yours as he deepens the needy kiss. Until his knees are hitting the edge of your bed, and he’s letting you nudge him back onto the mattress.

He brings you with him - your hips cradling his as you settle yourself astride him. Hands flatten against his chest as you rock down - drawing a rough, mumbled “fuck”.

Grinding yourself down where he’s hard, the curve of his cock straining against his jeans. Letting your hands follow, as his own cup your ass. Squeezing, before slipping to press the heel of his hand against the seam at your clit.

You moan into his mouth, as your fingers curl around him. Eyes blown wide when you pull back, scooting your hips down.

It’s here that he comes back to himself.

Going tense as you fit yourself between his thighs, fingers at this belt as the other still cups him.

“You shouldn’t want this.” He rasps, those eyes glinting in the dark, “A man like me. You know that, right?”

Propping himself up on an elbow, so he can see your expression. So you can see the way his jaw grits, nostrils flaring.

It’s a warning, wrapped up in silk. A last ditch effort to scare you away - knowing that once he has you, he won’t want to stop.

Your fingers slow - his zipper half-undone, baring skin and a dark shadow of hair beneath.

The other pulling away, “You want me to stop?”

He catches your wrist, jerking your hand back. His hips bucking into your palm, grinding himself into your touch.

“The last thing I want to fucking do is stop.” It’s almost a growl, “But on my Earth, I-”

You sigh then, impatient, “Logan, this Earth isn’t all that great either. I lost five years of my life to the blip.”

He frowns, not understanding - but your head shakes as you continue, “I’m tired of being too scared to take chances. I’ve been trying to live each day to the fullest, and I’d like to end this one with you.”

And out of everyone - Logan knows a little something about second chances.

“Yeah,” He manages - the grip of his fist leaves you, “Yeah, okay.”

"Thank you,” You answer primly, just as you finish yanking the zipper down.

His hand beats you in the race to ease himself out, fingers curling around the base. You can’t help it - you inhale a breath at the sight of him.

Heavy, with the way the flushed tip bobs in his grip. Thick enough that you’re already wondering if you’re going to be able to take him.

The huff he makes turns into a groan as you start small - engulfing the leaking head with your lips. The first inch turns into another as his hips lift, feeding his cock into your waiting mouth.

Only when he’s halfway inside you, bumping against your throat, does his hand drop. Letting you replace it with your own - squeezing, as drool slicks up his shaft. Your head bobbing in time with the twist of your fist.

That brief hesitance is quickly forgotten. Fingers brush at your cheek, curling around the base of your head as he guides you.

Leaving you eager for more. Another hissed groan when your mouth leaves him, your hand loosening as you strip your clothes away.

“Oh fuck yes,” He coaxes, when he realizes what you’re doing, “Let me see you, baby.”

Your shirt and pants left to pool on the floor. A second of boldness as you unclasp your bra next, leaving you in your panties as you focus on his cock again.

A bitten-back moan when your tongue slips across his swollen shaft - an low throb between your thighs as you rub them together, clenching around nothing. Resisting the urge to slip your hand beneath the hem to ease the ache.

Instead, your keep your hands on him. Goosebumps raising as your nails scratch against the deep v of muscle at his hips. The others working him into your mouth, as he slowly comes more undone.

His hips flex with each bob of your head, lips parted as he pants. The words a rough mumble, becoming almost desperate.

“That’s it sweetheart.”

Another moan when you take him deep, hollowing your cheeks as you suck, “Oh fuck, gonna fill that pretty mouth.”

His hand cups your jaw, holding you steady as he bucks into your mouth. Those dark eyes fixed on you in wonder, all that pretty skin bared for him to touch, to taste. He’s mesmerizing like this - the weight of gaze. Jaw slack with pleasure, eyes aflame.

You did this to him.

It sends something warm flooding through you, as his eyelashes flutter. The tipping back of his head, muscles ticking in his cheek as his teeth ground down.

A sound still slips between them, as he floods your mouth with the next flex of his hips. Pulsing between your lips as you swallow him down, a choked sound ripping from his chest when you cup his sack to gently squeeze out every last drop.

Logan melts into the mattress after, an arm thrown over his eyes as he catches his breath. His gaze focusing on you when he feels you squirm - dark, and hungry.

A lithe stretch of muscles as he moves - legs easing from beneath you.

“Hands and knees,” He commands, head tipping towards the bed next to him, as he rolls off. Kicking off his jeans as you listen, watching over a shoulder as the flannel and white tank underneath joins your clothes on the floor.

Your eyes widen at how toned he is - muscles rippling, the bed dipping as he fits himself behind you.

His broad hand at the small of your back, pushing your torso down against the mattress. A pleased hum then, fingers trailing just along the elastic edge of your underwear.

“Could smell how much she needed this.” The tips of two press against the damp fabric between your thighs, making you gasp, “Even next door. You want it that bad?”

It should be embarrassing that he could tell how much you desired him, but at the moment all you can think about is him touching you more.

“Yes,” You agree, “Please, Logan.”

“So fuckin’ polite,” The fingers withdraw; but only so his nose can replace them. A ragged inhale, just before his tongue drags against your clothed slit.

A groan against your skin as you cry out, before a finger hooks around the fabric, baring you for him to taste.

The heat of his tongue flattens against you - lapping at where you drip with need, a rough rumble in his chest.

“Sweet, too.” Another flick of his tongue, “Your name. ‘s fitting.”

You can’t manage words. Only his name, muffled against the sheets as your fists twist in them. Back arched as you resist the urge to grind yourself against his tongue, as it flicks against your clit.

It’s messy, how he eats you. You don’t think you’ve even had someone take you like this. Hungry, desperate even, as he devours you. The rumble of a groan against your cunt as his tongue delves inside you, stretching you open. Letting your slick smear into his beard, with how close he presses his mouth.

That need inside you thrumming. Winding tighter as he yanks your panties down your thighs. His palm flattening against your ass, holding you open as he licks you from clit to hole, then higher. Humming as you squeak, when his tongue flattens against your tight rim.

A thick finger nudging against you then, as his tongue dips back to your clit. There’s no resistance as it slips deeper, into slick walls that clamp down around him. It’s what you needed - that little bit more.

Unable to help rocking into the crook of his finger now. Whining when a second joins it, spearing deep and curling. Dragging against your walls, loud and wet and filthy with each plunge.

Your whimpers only grow louder. Needier, as his lips wrap around your clit. Fingers pounding deep, stretching you out. Leaving you babbling, your words slipping together.

“Don’t fucking stop.” Tears prick at your eyes, each breath a rattling gasp, “Oh my god you’re gonna make me come-”

He has you gushing, with the next flick of his tongue. A pleased groan as he feels your pussy tighten around his fingers, hearing the wail that is muffled into your pillows. That sharp pace slowing, his thumb replacing his tongue to draw your orgasm out until your legs are shaking.

His fingers sticky when they pull from you, only to slip between his lips - tongue curling around his knuckles, sucking them clean.

It leaves you floating above yourself. You can’t remember ever coming this hard, even by yourself. Only the tintest thread of disappointment as you drift, and it’s only that you won’t get the pleasure of his cock filling you tonight.

You would’ve liked to see what he can do with the rest of him.

Perhaps you can convince him to stay until morning.

But he moves behind you, instead. His knee pressing against yours, spreading your legs further. The rhythmic shuffle of skin against skin, as his hand slips from between his lips to fist around his cock.

“Tell me I can fuck you.” It’s not a plea, not with the harsh rasp of his voice. But it’s as close as you’ve heard, as he swipes the tip against your leaking pussy.

Smearing your slick on him, teasing at your waiting hole.

You don’t know how he’s hard again, but at the moment you really don’t care. Not sure if you’ve ever felt a need like this, your back arching further as you present yourself to him.

A twist of your neck, so your eyes can meet his.

“Fuck me, Logan.”

He groans, broad hands squeezing at your ass. Slipping up to sink his fingers into the flesh at your hips. Holding you steady as he lines himself up.

Your breath held, when you feel his cock start to breach you - muscles stringing tight.

“Relax, sweetheart,” He grits out, though not unkindly, “You can take it.”

Trying to hold himself back from filling you with a single thrust, with the way you’re already gripping him.

Easing himself into your heat. Two inches forward and then one back, and with each one you think you’ll feel the press of his thighs against yours. A low whine as your cunt makes room for him, that sharp stretch as it feels like he’s reaching into your belly.

Feeling full when he finally is flush, the weight of his sack kissing against your clit. His shoulders following the curve of your back, as a hand slips up to plant next to your head.

“Feels fucking incredible,” It’s mumbled against your skin, almost as if it hadn’t meant to say it.

“Mm,” You grin, your face tipping up to his, “Should’ve met you weeks ago.”

He smirks, a low sound in his throat as his mouth presses to yours. Starting a slow rhythm that drags his cock against your walls. Slipping until he’s halfway out, only to sheath himself again. Pushing the air from your lungs as he flattens himself, knees digging into the bed as your thigh spread wider - forcing him deeper.

It’s almost too much.

You hand shoots out, reaching. Wrapping around his wrist, nails biting against his skin.

It feels like he’s surrounding you. Each thrust a heavy weight that presses you into the bed. Splitting you open, until all you can do is squirm beneath him.

That pressure in your belly building again, as his hips pound. His breath, hot and panting in your ear as he chases his own end.

“Fuck, Logan.” You sob, “Harder-”

His tendons flex under your grip. Knuckles pressing flat against the sheets as he makes a rough sound in his throat.

Those claws unsheathing with his next thrust. Punching down into your mattress. Anchoring as he loses himself to the feel of you beneath him.

How tight and wet and warm you are, your arousal still sweet on his tongue. Fighting the urge to sink his teeth into your throat, as everything tightens up inside him.

“Sweetheart.” It’s a warning, rasped out.

“Come in me,” You whine, “Wanna feel you.”

He does growl then, at the thought of filling you to the brim, until he's leaking out of your pretty little pussy. Hips snapping faster, pinning you to the bed as he ruts into you. Each squeak of the bed paired with the sharp rip of fabric as his claws dig in.

Feeling how your body strings tight beneath him, how you clench down in anticipation. Wanting to feel you once more, before he gives in to his own desires.

“Come on, baby,” It’s hushed, murmured against your skin, “Fuckin’ give it to me-”

The sharp point of a canine scraping against your skin, his groan rough and throaty in your ear.

Your fingers work down to wedge themselves between your thighs. The tips brushing where you’re speared open, before circling your clit like his tongue had.

He has you mindless. Fucked out - that soft glow from your earlier orgasm shining bright as he tips you towards a second.

Burning at that tightly wound thread inside you, until the ends fray, and then snap.

It has you coming with his next thrust. A wail ripped from you as he buries himself deep, feeling the way your pussy clenches down around him.

Fingers still swirling, drawing out the deep pulses that fan out from your core as your toes curl, vision going hazy.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” He rasps, those sharp thrust slowing to a sloppy grind, “Make a fucking mess for me, there you go-”

Panting, as he groans. Another roll of his hips before he’s coming with you - teeth bruising skin as they sink into your shoulder. The sound he makes is broken as he spills into you, muscles clenching with each pulse that paints your walls.

Marking you thoroughly with teeth and come, the saw of his hips slowing until you both finally go still. A breath finally caught.

Blissed out, when he rolls you both to the side. His thighs still mapping yours, cock still notched deep. A thick arm thrown across your waist, his breath ragged in your ear as he catches his breath.

Your fingers drift, as you bask in your afterglow. Dipping into the rips in your mattress, knuckle deep.

There’s a grunt as you wiggle, the words low in your ear, “I’ll get you another, sweetheart. Just lost control for a moment.”

The thought doesn’t bother you as much as you’d think. In fact, you wouldn’t mind if happened again.

Only as your imagination runs wild, do you hear the muffled moan from the brick wall behind you.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

Dramatic and drawn out, paired with faint rhythmic noise.

A beat - before you hear mumbled protesting. The voice of someone talking with their mouth full, “No. Back the fuck off Peter, I’m not going to share.”

Eating. The fucker was eating his end of the bargain, ear pressed to the wall.

The next louder, “Alright, pay up everyone, Operation ‘Get Sugar Some Sugar’ was a success!”

You grimace, eyes rolling. Logan grunts behind you, the words mumbled out sleepily.

“Wish I could sew that goddamn mouth shut.”

There’s a faint “they already tried that!” before Logan’s fist bangs on the wall, shutting him up.

But you can’t help the smile. Your fingers fitting between the ones that rest just below your breasts, squeezing.

“He’s not so bad,” You admit, “Wade, I mean.”

Logan groans, “Don’t say his name while I’m fucking you.”

“You’re-” You start - but then you can feel him.

Still hard - as his hips cant slowly against yours. Your joined hands slip up to cup a breast - as his lips press against your neck, stubble scraping you skin.

“Again?” You breathe, disbelieving that he’d be up for a third time - your hips rocking back to meet his. The sound lewd with how he drips from you - but it only has him grinding himself deeper, “You sure you’re two hundred?”

“Regenerative powers, sweetheart.” Logan husks, the flash of teeth with a knowing smirk.

“Can’t say it doesn’t come with perks.”

I used to have the biggest fucking crush on wolverine, haha - so fun to watch a new movie with him!! 👀💕 thank you so much for reading! And please me know if you'd like to read any more for him! (like more one-shots,etc!)

#phew this got away from me - i can't remember the last time I wrote this much in 2 days #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #wolverine x you #logan howlett x you #wolverine smut #logan howlett #james logan howlett x reader #xmen x reader #logan howlett x fem!reader #logan howlett x f!reader

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May you do anything with Lord Raiden pleeease? nsfw, sfw, angst, headcanons, ships oh my god, im will glad anything 😹 You’re the best!

Rain, Rain, Go Away

A/n: *slowly cranes my neck around to look at you*

Aaaanythingggg?

Plot: You stay at Raiden's place to wait out a storm, and things get st(cr)eamy.

C/w: smut, fluff reader gets scared, Lao tries to be a wingman (it goes as well as you think)

"It was a dark and stormy night." Raiden ominously says, flashlight casting shadow over his face. "Hm, How original." Kung Lao briskly jokes causing you to chuckle dryly at Raiden's attempt at a story. Raiden sighs defeatedly as he sits the flashlight beside him and slumps over. "Well, do you have any ideas?"

It was at some point late in the night. A thunder storm had caused all the electricity to go out so it was you three huddled together around a few candles, the light that warded off the darkness around you. You've been at Raiden's place many times, but seeing it at night, during a thunder storm with all the power off, it made you a little nervous.

The rain outside fell down on top of the roof giving a strangely soothing sound, which was the. Disturbed by occasional thunder claps. It got so bad that you were too scared to go out in that.

The darkness combined with the sto had scared you a lot. Embarrassing, you know, but you were just scared that you couldn't fall asleep. So Raiden insisted on you all staying up a little bit late until you felt comfortable going to sleep, much to Lao's protest. Yet here all were.

"Maybe, we could play a board game or something." You say, pulling out a lighter to light another candle. "Fine. Truth or dare." Lao asked, side eyeing you. At this, Raiden's head pops up and his eyes fall on you. "Lao, we both know you get carried away with this game." Raiden gave his friend the most stern looks he can give, but Lao just shrugs. "And when I do, I always get carried in the right direction too. So you two in?" You and Raiden look at each other for the answer. "Only if Y/n's okay with it." Raiden stares at you causing you to blush a little. Thankfully, it's hard to tell thanks to the candle light. "I-I'm okay with it."

"Great! Now, Raiden, I dare you to stand on your head." Lao looked over at Raiden with an exited grin. "Wait, aren't you supposed to ask us the truth or Dare first?" Kung Lao rolls his eyes in an cartoonishly exaggerated manner. "Fine, Truth or Dare? You pick dare? Good! I dare you to stand on your head. Happy now?" Raiden shakes his head as he and you stifle a laugh, you don't want to encourage him.

And the game went on as the storm raged harsher and harsher outside. Raiden had Lao to tell the truth, if he actually forgot his wallet or lied to get Raiden to pay Madame Bo. He did in fact lie. You asked Raiden to truthfully tell you if he has full control of his powers. He doesn't know how powerful he can get, but the amulet sometimes lets him send future messages to his past self, but he's not sure when he'd ever use it. Lao dared you admit who you thought was the hottest, with a sigh you gave a list of movie stars and singers you thought were pretty cute, including Johnny Cage. "And me, right?" "You're not a celebrity, Lao." This caused Lao to rear back and gasp to show that he's offended. "You don't consider me, the Great Kung Lao, descendant of the great Kun Lao, a celebrity? How could you, Y/n?"

"*Sigh* Alright, alright, I think you're pretty cute to Lao, Happy?" At this Lao, now satisfied, happily laid onto his back and rested his hands behind his head. "Very." You try to hold back a laugh as you roll your eyes. As you do, you can't help but notice that Raiden is staring at you hopefully, like he's wants you to say something to him. "I think you're pretty cute too, Raiden." You say, turning to him.

Raiden's eyes widen in shock and he avoids your gaze, it's hard to tell from the candle light, but you can swear that he's blushing. "Alright, it's mine turn again." Lao said as he sits back to face you both. "I dare you two to make out." He says, not showing a sign of hesitation or shame. This time, both of your eyes widen so big that it might even pop out. "What!?!" You gasp. Raiden shook his head in disbelief. You both couldn't believe what Lao just said, all you could do was stare at him dumbfounded.

"What? A dare is a dare. Or are you both...Chicken!" At this, Lao made a clucking sound to mock both of you. "By the Elder Gods." Raiden sighs as his face falls into his hands. You also sigh and look away from him. Even though you were still in shock at what Lao dared, you noticed your face was getting hot. You were blushing again. You looked over to Raiden, his face was covered, but you swore you could catch a hint of blush on his face.

The thought of kissing Raiden, no, making out with him, made you feel hot all over. You never did anything like that before, the same can be said about Raiden. You felt your lips tingle, you don't want to encourage Lao anymore, but you have had a crush on Raiden for the longest. Whenever you were around him you were reduced to a pile of giggling and blushing, you're surprised that you got this far being next to him. He has things about where his calm nature make you feel so safe and peaceful around him. Raiden's peaceful spirit was a strange contrast from Lao and all of the other people he was friends with.

"What? Are you really not going to do it? C'mon, the way you two have been looking at each other, I thought you'd jump at the chance." Raiden raised his head from his hands to look at Lao. "You always go too far, I knew this was a mistake." He said in a stern disapproving voice. "Yeah, And I don't even like Raiden like that." You quickly pip up defensively. You're lying of course, you don't understand your feelings for Raiden and why he made you feel so nervous.

Raiden looks over to you as you say this, there is a glimmer of hurt in his eyes. You immediately regret saying this. Lao raised his hands defeatedly. "Well, excuse me for trying to have some fun." You sighed and shocked your head in disbelief, hoping that neither of them how painted red it was with blush.

You all try to move on with the night, but things aren't the same now. Now, there is a tension between you and Raiden, worse than it was before. It's almost painful to watch, and Lao is sick of it.

"Where are you going?" Raiden asked as Lao grabs a candle and rises to his feet. "To bed. You two can feel free to carry on... whatever's going on between you." The idea of being alone with Raiden made you panic. You were already a blushing and nervous mess in front of him with Lao, fears of what you'd do, how you'd embarrass you, how you'd make Raiden like you less and other such thoughts rab through your head. You watch as Lao walks into the dark, the dim candle he held with him is swallowed while by the dark.

You and Raiden are officially alone.

It is here now that this story divides into two possibilities:

Possibility #1: You and Raiden confess your feelings for each other and cuddle *fluff*

Possibility #2: You and Raiden fuck *smut*

#mk1 #mk scorpion #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat #mk fanfic #mk x reader #mk x y/n #raiden mk1 #mk raiden #raiden x reader #raiden #kung lao #choices #decisions decisions #request

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pumpk1n-writes · 2 years

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~ Masterlist ~

🌺 ~ smut || 🌸 ~ fluff || 🍄 ~ angst || 💐 - requests || 🪷~ series

Scream (1996)

Billy Loomis

🌺 Jealousy, Jealousy Is The Venom In My Veins {finished on 3/19/2023}

➥ in which Billy Loomis sees Stu flirting with you and decides to show everyone that you belong to him {ft. jealousy, smut, marking, bottom!reader, reader being a little shit, stu also being a little shit, stu being a wingman, not an established relationship}

🌸💐 Stuck In Purgatory {finished on 3/21/23}

➥ in which the reader and Billy get in an argument and they flinch. Billy makes it up to you in the best way he knows! {ft. Fluff!! G/N reader, lots of hugs, kisses, and cuddles, your wonderful author sleeping on the highway tonight, a teensy bit of death and murder, reader was in a past abusive relationship}

🌸💐 Don’t Make Me Leave {finished on 3/25/23} || Part Two

➥ in which Billy and the fem!reader are best friends and he accidentally gets her pregnant. {ft. pregnancy, fluff, mentions of sex}

Stu Matcher

💐 Supposed To Be Safe {Finished 3/24/23}

➥ in which the reader comes home to a bloodbath, and their big brother at the center of it all {ft. big brother Stu, Billy is protective of the reader, mentions of blood and ✨murder✨, poor little traumatized reader}

💐 Oops? {Finished on 3/26/23}

➥ In which the child!reader suspects Billy and Stu as the new Woodsboro killers and starts snooping. Fortunately, what she finds instead is much much better than murder! {ft. mentions of serial killers, child!reader, fem!reader, Big Brother Stu™}

Sidney Prescott

🌸💐 Take Care of You {Coming Soon!}

➥ In which Sidney’s younger sibling barely escapes the Woodsboro Massacre and turns to their older sister for comfort.

Poly!Ghostface

🌺🪷 Tell Me All About The Dark Places You Hide {Part 10 out now! - last part}

➥ in which the reader figures out that their best friends are the infamous Woodsboro Killers and decides to help them. {pt 1; pt 2; pt 3; pt 4; pt 5; pt 6; pt 7; pt 8; pt 9; pt 10}

🪷Venom In Her Kisses {Coming Soon!}

➥ in which the boys decide it would be a good idea to try and seduce the fem!reader and try and win her over to their cause. Unfortunately for them, she’s already decided to figure out who Ghostface is — by any means possible.

Shadow and Bone

The Darkling

🍄🪷 Sweet Sweet Little Lies {Coming Soon!}

➥ in which General Kirigan finds someone more powerful than Alina, and possibly even more powerful than himself. Someone much more willing to help him achieve his goals.

🌸💐 In Your Head {Coming Soon!}

➥ In which the reader arrives back at the Little Palace bloodied and scared, and is comforted by none other than the General of the Second Army himself. {ft. mentions of war, mentions of blood and gore, flashbacks to the battle, fluff}

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

🌺 Strike A Match {Finished on 3/26/23}

➥ in which the reader is afraid of the dark and JJ comes up with an idea to distract you. {ft. established relationship, fingering, aftercare, little bit of fluff, nyctophobia, JJ being his adorably cocky self, slight overstimulation, praise, hair pulling, marking, no use of y/n because it makes me want to scratch my eyes out, use of love and darling}

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

🌸 Sweet Disposition {finished on 3/28/23}

➥ In which Morgan and Garcia lock you and Reid in a room so you realize that the feelings you both harbor for each other are, in fact, mutual. {ft. Fluff}

The Sandman

Dream of the Endless

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rosemaidenvixen · 3 months

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Little bit of background on some of the name based symbolism I've got going on in the sunshine au.

First is Jim. His name means supplanter, as it was derived from a character in the bible who stole his brother's inheritance by impersonating him. This is emphasized by Jim being a Junior, he's literally a replacement for James Sr. The irony here is that Jim is a far improvement from his father, he's kind and selfless where his father is petty and selfish. Jim may be a supplanter but he's a welcome one.

Going further into this, I've left it ambiguous whether "Lake" is Barbara's maiden name or one they got from James, so the reader can interpret it whatever way they want. But I really like the idea that it was James' name first, but Barbara and Jim stole it and made it their own. Dr. Lake is Barbara's professional nom de plume, James spent ten years whining about how the world screwed him over while Barbara became a professional in that time. And like I said, the younger James Lake is a vast improvement over the elder.

James has become redundant in every sense of the word.

Next up is Mary, her name is also biblically derived and means bitterness (among other things but bitterness is what I decided to go with). But Mary isn't bitter, she's fiery and passionate. These things make her who she is and what drives her forward.

Toby, short for Tobias, means god its good (a lot of bible names here apparently) and most of the time Toby strives to live up to this. He does is best to be the best ever wingman and sidekick. He doesn't need the spotlight himself to be happy, he's glad to support his friends. But even he can get angry and upset sometimes, especially with his friends choices. He learns that getting mad at the others and criticizing their choices doesn't make him a bad friend.

And these last two might be the most on the nose when it comes to ironic symbolism.

Claire means light and bright. But while her name evokes light Claire wields the powers of shadow and darkness, struggling not to sink too deep into the darkness herself more than a few times.

Darci means dark, and not only is she the opposite of Claire in her name, she contrasts her in that her arc will be learning about wielding the power of light. But just because Darci's a warrior of the light doesn't mean she won't struggle with her role just as much as Claire.

Because light isn't purely good any more than darkness is pure evil. Hence why team Trollhunters has both a champion of light and darkness. True balance involves both.

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #jim lake jr #claire nuñez #toby domzalski #darci scott #mary wang #sunshine au #between daylight and darkness #behind the scenes #director's commentary #rmvspeaks

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Raises hands in the air triumphantly. I did it. I went through all 150 pages of the Souyo tag on Ao3 and I only got my heart broken three times.

Observations:

-GOD can you believe that this archive goes all the way back to 2008. Wild.

Once the date reaches about 2014 things get really horny. So much untagged and unrated smut. So many tags just not used. I forgot how little people used to tag or describe their fics. I never thought I would see the term "shounen ai" again but alas such is the Fate of those who delve into deep dark histories

People were really fucking mad about Yu Narukami becoming the canon name. Souji 🤝 Akira. History repeats itself.

top tropes in no order: Yosuke, professional Yu interpreter. Yu having weird little ticks & Yosuke obsessing over them. Yu, unable to function without his special little guy (A fool and his magician right?!) "Chie: Please stop the psychic bro shit and tell the rest of us what you are planning PLEASE for the love of GOD-"

audio sensory issues Yosuke hhhhh. When he comforts Yu by giving him his headphones nnnnhhhhh *screams and cries and slams hands into ground*

Yosuke's Junes Dungeon. Enough said.

I genuinely thought that Rise would have been depicted as bitchy or mean but like I must have been really lucky with the ones I picked to read because wingman Rise is actually insanely delightful and I love her.

Shadow Yu stories actually fucking Rock. There were some stinkers but like in general it was a huge helll yeaaahhh when he pops up. fav takes are when Yu has issues about the concept that he never got to face his shadow.

that being said "most popular ship in the p4p/youske tag is shadow yosuke x yu" *sage nodding* they're right

Yosuke gay panic fics are dime a dozen but damn they're like potato chips I can't stop eating them. num num num. Well yes he does go into excruciating details about how wonderful and amazing his partner is and yes I love it please break him in half.

Bonus points for YU gay panic too. As a treat. Yu as a guy who has his shit together is all great and all but it's better when that all gets rocked and shuffled up.

Star!Yu as a grey kitten mascot is everything I wanted and more.

ME, WEARING A TATTERED ROBE AND TOUCHING THE SCORCHED GROUND "Community: badbadbathhouse": Something bad happened here.

11/5 COMFORT FICS ARE THE BEST AND I LOVE THEM yu is always tehre for the yoosk and him stepping up to be there for yu is so good.

#Digit's P5R Tag

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books read in 2024

⋆ ⭒˚.⋆ january ⋆.˚⭒ ⋆

one dark window (the shepherd king #1) by rachel gillig

the murder on the links (hercule poirot #2) by agatha christie

pageboy by elliot page

house of sky and breath (crescent city #2) by sarah j. maas

rogue protocol (the murderbot diaries #3) by martha wells

cult classic by sloane crosley

malibu rising by taylor jenkins reid

the beauty of your face by sahar mustafah

exit strategy (the murderbot diaries #4) by martha wells

animal farm by george orwell

everyone in this room will someday be dead by emily austin

carrie soto is back by taylor jenkins reid

a court this cruel & lovely (kingdom of lies #1) by stacia stark

the rules do not apply by ariel levy

poirot investigates (hercule poirot #3) by agatha christie

yellowface by rebecca f kuang

every heart a doorway (wayward children #1) by seanan mcguire

house of flame and shadow (crescent city #3) by sarah j. maas

* · ✦ · * february * · ✦ · *

beautyland by marie-helene bertino

bride by ali hazelwood

network effect (the murderbot diaries #5) by martha wells

fugitive telemetry (the murderbot diaries #6) by martha wells

faebound (faebound #1) by saara el-arifi

the raven boys (the raven cycle #1) by maggie stiefvater **

.✦.· *. march .*· .✦.

interesting facts about space by emily austin

penance by eliza clark

the book that no one wanted to read by richard ayoade

pride and prejudice by jane austen

unlikeable female characters: the women pop culture wants you to hate by anna bogutskaya

the shame by makenna goodman

greta & valdin by rebecca k. reilly

✷ · ✶ · ✧ april ✧ · ✶ · ✷

this spells love by kate robb

out on a limb by hannah bonam-young

gwen & art are not in love by lex croucher

a lady's guide to scandal by sophie irwin

the friendship study by ruby barrett

the boyfriend candidate by ashley winstead

the pumpkin spice cafe by laurie gilmore

business or pleasure by rachel lynn solomon

how to end a love story by yulin kuang

this could be us (skyland #2) by kennedy ryan

the honeymoon crashers (the unhoneymooners #1.5) by christina lauren

we could have been friends, my father and i by raja shehadeh

how to stop time by matt haig

how to fake it in hollywood by ava wilder

with love from cold world by alicia thompson

funny story by emily henry

love radio by ebony ladelle

old flames and new fortunes by sarah hogle

just for the summer by abby jimenez

don't want you like a best friend by emma r. alban

love interest by clare gilmore

the exception to the rule (the improbable meet-cute #1) by christina lauren

worst wingman ever (the improbable meet-cute #2) by abby jimenez

with any luck (the improbable meet-cute #5) by ashley poston

last call at the local by sara grunder ruiz

happily never after by lynn painter

the ex talk by rachel lynn solomon

i kissed shara wheeler by casey mcquiston

the love wager by lynn painter

morning glory milking farm by c.m. nacosta

will they or won't they by ava wilder

.　° * ☆ may ☆ * °　.

when the sky fell on splendor by emily henry

on earth we're briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong

blizzard by marie vingtras

bright young women by jessica knoll

the age of magical overthinking: notes on modern irrationality by amanda montell

the flatshare by beth o'leary **

⋆ ˚.⋆ june ⋆.˚ ⋆

not in love by ali hazelwood

the way of kings (the stormlight archive #1) by brandon sanderson

words of radiance (the stormlight archive #2) by brandon sanderson

. · ☆ . july . ☆ · .

edgedancer (the stormlight archive #2.5) by brandon sanderson

blue iris: poems and essays by mary oliver

woman, eating by claire kohda

oathbringer (the stormlight archive #3) by brandon sanderson

a novel love story by ashley poston

chlorine by jade song

how to read now by elain castillo

please stop trying to leave me by alana saab

beautifully broken life by catherine cowles

the god of the woods by liz moore

edgedancer (the stormlight archive #3.5) by brandon sanderson

the dead and the dark by courtney gould

a most agreeable murder by julia seales

the murder of roger ackroyd (hercule poirot #4) by agatha christie

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁august ݁. ⊹ ₊ ݁.

the bluest eye by toni morrison

more, please: on food, fat, bingeing, longing, and the lust for "enough" by emma specter

the ministry of time by kaliane bradley

system collapse (the murderbot diaries #7) by martha wells

emily wilde's encycolpedia of fairies (emily wilde #1) by heather fawcett

emily wilde's map of the other lands (emily wilde #2) by heather fawcett

catalina by karla cornejo villavicencio

roadside picnic by arkady strugatsky and boris strugatsky

reading goal: 93/100

add me on goodreads !

#kate's reading log #books read in 2024 #2024*#feel free to blacklist 'kate's reading log'!

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I thought it was obvious that Shoto and Fumikage are best friends, but this really takes the cake 🍰

MHA spoilers

Chapter 371 (sort of)

I'm not gonna say anything, just look

There's something up with these two, hear me out.

Ever since the school festival it seems like they've only grown closer,

which is understandable, considering all they've been through together.

But they're low-key close like bros now.

I mean,

Just l o o k .

Literally using each other as arm rests on the couch like it's nobody's business ☠️

Both on the front lines in the first war? Understandable.

Light and darkness

Darkness and light

They're bros or they're homies, you can't convince me otherwise. Denki wants to impress Jirou and Tokoyami's his wingman 💅✨

But seriously why are they always seen right next to each other, Horikoshi please explain. Is it a safety precaution in case Dark Shadow gets out of hand? Are they secret boyfriends? DnD buddies? The world may never know.

#myheroacademia #bnha manga spoilers #tokoyami fumikage #manga spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha #bnha spoilers #kaminari denki #denki kaminari #fumikage tokoyami #bnha theory #mha 371 #bnha 371 #for the record #this is 99% a joke

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namichanth · 2 years

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❤ = favorite

Go to dc/dp masterlist

Twins AU

Batman's Cape

Dead By Starlight

Endless Road to Rediscover

Ghosts of the Past

Green never looked so sad before I lost you ❤

King Daniel Aidan Phantom of the Infinite Realms

Schrodinger's Danny ❤

Surprise, it's twins

The Bat Trap ❤

The Lost One

The Ghost of a Shadow Heir

We Don't Have To Dance

1(800) Adoption Papers NOT needed! Its a two for one special! ❤

Jason adopts Danny

A ghost and a vigilante walk into a bar...well actually it's an alley

Don't Leave Me in the Dark

Imprint

The Son of the Red Hood

The Boy King and the Dark Knights ❤

Wayward spirits are better together

Danny adopts into batfam

The Strange Case of Danny Fenton-Wayne

Dead on Main

Danny Fenton: Dead and Loving It

going batty

I Don't? Work Alone

Like Betta Fish Do ❤

Phantom's Robin

Rooftop Express ❤

There Are Two Kinds of Eldritch Beings, Those Who Are DTF And Those Who Aren't

The Heart of the Matter

The Ghost King's To-Do List

Dead Serious

Artificial Wingman

Press Heart to Subscribe ❤

Their second chance

Dick x Danny

Holding Me Now in Hand

Brain Dead

and the universe said

Against All Odds I've Made It Far Enough To Become A Nuisance

Batman, Meet Team Phantom

Bureaucracy is not exclusive to the living

Don’t Leave Me Behind, (Like I Have Been Before)

Ghosts Don't go to High School ❤

Ghosting

GLXY:PSSNGR

Is it a bad idea to work with your (unknowing) father in law?

Lay Low and Graduate

Pearls and Pomegranates

Tim Drake's I.E.F (Invisible Eldritch Friend)

To Love and Be Loved

Project "GH05T" ❤

Project Cardinal

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Ah, Sunflower ❤

BatCat Spectre

Batman, Meet Team Phantom

Be careful what you lie about ❤

Childhood... Friend?

Concession to Realism

Crash Course

“Crime, Love, and Ghosts. AU”

death echoes

Ghost Kings and Gotham Bats

Ghost in the Morgue

How (Not) to Get Adopted by Bruce Wayne: An Incomplete Guide

i found him, he's mine now

If You Give a Bat a Burger

Insomniacs Anonymous ❤

Knight of the Boyking

Life on the Farm

Like and Survive- Phantom’s Guide to Young Hero Survival

My Best Friend, Danny

Of Kindness and Empathy

Robin's Egg ❤

Secrets The Grave Holds

Shrodinger’s Bat ❤

soul bound

Team phantom and the trip to Gotham

The curious case of D. Grayson

The Ghost King just wants to sleep (but he's too workaholic)

The Ghost King (of Miscommunication)

The Ghost of a Shadow Heir

There Are Two Kinds of Eldritch Beings, Those Who Are DTF And Those Who Aren't

Vertical Limit

Voices That They Left ❤

Wayne's Haunted Mansion

We're Longing for Daylight

What was lost, found again ❤

When the Ghost King moves to Gotham City

Who's Old Now? ❤

You Look Like You’ve Seen A Ghost

30 Days of Kidnappings

#Namichanm.list #dp x dc #dc x dp #DPxDC

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 1 year

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I love your latest drabbles! I kinda want a longer look at the dark ghost n soap sandwich... Like I need more context, how's they get there? Why'd they change their mind? Whose shitty safehouse are they going to? I'm invested 🤩

But actually I was gunna ask if you wouldn't mind some headcannons? Cuz dark 141 got me thinking... What if you were an operator dating another operator and they were "KIA" (on a mission with the lads or not...but definitely not due to an enemy 👀) and when you tearfully tell them they're like "noooo/sarc 😮 I'm so sorry love 😩 (insincere look at the camera 🤩😂)"

LMAO dark!141 eliminating the competition

Oh don’t worry I will definitely be writing more for dark Ghost and Soap 😎 they have me in a chokehold rn

My thoughts are with it that reader is part of a family that essentially have one foot in politics and the other in a pretty big crime ring (not really sure what kind rn but that can be accounted for). Essentially readers family have been told that they can choose between giving the military something or having their other family members ‘disappear’. Big surprise readers family are like pfft, try your best and now Ghost and Soap have been sent to totally murder you.

Though little does anyone know, they scope you out for a day and watch you for a while, and in the process of coming up with a way to make your demise into an accident, they both causally discuss the idea of just making you literally disappear instead. Soap’s been making comments about how sweet and obedient you look and Ghost has been talking about how small and pliable you’d be underneath him and then they get the joint lightbulb idea of just taking you for their own instead of killing you off…cause that’d be a waste right?

So instead they carry you off to a retired safe house site, one that’s not been used in decades, and burn your house down in their wake. I’m sure in between emerging from the shadows and deciding to take you they managed to find a body that was close enough to yours 👀

And viola, you’re legally dead while in actuality you’re being looked after by them ✨💕

Also omg I welcome headcannons for sure!

I almost think Gaz would be perfect for this because he’s normally so fiercely loyal and he’s a dedicated team man, so if we flipped it and made him a secret obsessive that would do anything to secure you then… 👀 ouf the potential

He’d be the goofy guy you normally made jokes with and tried to unsuccessfully wingman into dates at the weekend. You’d go for drinks and spend most of your free time, when your partner is away, hanging out with him and would always be so confused that he never seemed to have anyone he was interested in. He always kinda irked your partner, but you figured it’s just because they were different people and naturally didn’t vibe.

Though the day he comes back from a mission hat in hand, hiding a secret smile when he holds your sobbing form…that’s the day your partner finally uncovered the full extent of Gaz’s thing for you, and they paid for it with their life.

#dark!141

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fzzr · 2 years

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Uncontroversial Opinion: Toradora! is Perfect, Actually

Toradora! is the greatest love story ever told. It is Perfect In Every Way That Matters. This is a rant about how implementation can outweigh originality.

Characters

The romantic comedy is at least hundreds of years old as a genre. Toradora!'s core cast of five each fulfill a critical role in that formula.

The character archetype of the love interest who starts off hostile and softens over time is as old as the romcom itself, if not older. Anime and manga have had romcoms with such characters in them for generations. Today, the "tsundere" is almost inextricable from the very formula of anime romantic comedy, with examples as far as the eye can see. Toradora! came out in 2008 standing on the shoulders of those many giants. Taiga "Palmtop Tiger" Aisaka was the fourth to debut of the quartet of tsundere characters voiced by Rie Kugimiya in four consecutive years. Shana, Louise, Nagi, and Taiga, the "Four Tsundere Wonders," redefined the short and spicy female protagonist we know so well today.

Taiga, I would argue, did so the most. She's a lot of character in a small package, but doesn't actually take any of her traits too far. She's passionate, but doesn't just explode with emotion any time anything new happens. She doesn't always immediately recognize her own feelings, but she is always capable of at least some introspection. She sometimes acts spoiled, but she's not dismissive of others who help her. She is full of very relatable tension when trying to expose her feelings, but she doesn't let it paralyze her. She is capable of feeling the sting of social hostility but can also push past it and deal some in response. Toradora! doesn't just tell you why someone might love Taiga - it makes you fall in love with her, so when a character does you don't need any explanation at all.

Next let's talk about the male anime romcom protagonist. Typically unpopular and a bit different from those around him, he serves as the self-insert character for the target audience to imprint onto as he does something on the spectrum between "find true love" to "wake up each morning with his face in at least one bosom". Ryuuji Takasu is tall with the dark messy hair typical of his ilk. His poor social position comes from the delinquent look he inherited from his father. Of course, he's actually an all around nice guy who takes care of his mother and considers his worst nemesis to be the mold caused by the shadow of the giant apartment building next to his house.

No protagonist can go it alone, and the main guy will always have a loyal companion in the "bro character". Best friend and wingman, you can rely on the bro to help the protagonist on his way, though not always in the way he wants. In this role, Yuusaku Kitamura is the social glue of Toradora! Popular and respected by all, he keeps Ryuuji from total social isolation. He also unintentionally brings Ryuuji and Taiga together, as she enlists Ryuuji's help to act on her crush on Kitamura.

The 'com' part of romcom requires a certain amount of chaotic energy, and the wound spring of Toradora! is Minori Kushieda. Consummate Genki Girl, when Minori is in motion even a brick wall of social expectations can't slow her down. Everyone loves Minori, but Ryuuji's crush on her is the window through which we see her at first. There is a lot more to her than what we (or even Ryuuji) see at first. She might be the smartest of any of them, certainly on an emotional level. Somehow managing to both wear her heart on her sleeve and keep it under lock and key, Minori is also the hardest character in the show to really understand.

One character type to go: I don't know if there's some established name, but I call them the "Interloper." Typically the last major character introduced, they serve to knock the show off balance. In shows about shenanigans, they will be a source of chaos, an instigator. In shows that are going places they are often the catalyst, the one who nudges the story over any bumps that keep it from rolling down the hill. (These are not mutually exclusive.)

In Toradora!, that character is Ami Kawashima. Professional model, instant school idol, mean girl or klutz depending on the audience - Ami as introduced is designed to be hated. That doesn't last long, within a few episodes we peel away enough layers of the façade to start to understand her. Ami fulfills her role as Interloper flawlessly. She needles Taiga, using levers like her looks and childhood friend status with Kitamura. She flirts with Ryuuji, which confuses him and raises Taiga's hackles in a whole other way. She enables the beach, school festival, and Christmas arcs, each essential in their own ways. Toradora! is about Taiga and Ryuuji first, but it doesn't work without Ami.

Plot

I could rave about the series episode by episode, but instead I'll pick just one. Toradora! launches with one of the strongest first episodes I've ever seen. It spends a few minutes setting up Ryuuji's home and social life, introduces us to Kitamura and Minori, and puts him torso to head with Taiga all in under 8 minutes. That first encounter ends with Taiga wordlessly delivering an uppercut in retribution for how I called her short back in paragraph two. While this is their first meeting, it is not the true meet cute. Nor is their next encounter, where Ryuuji catches Taiga in the middle of "remodeling" their classroom, after which she assaults him when he takes his bag to leave.

No, the moment that launches the show and when their relationship is set in motion comes that night, when Taiga breaks into his house and assaults him with a wooden sword. Her motive is to cause just enough brain damage for him to forget about finding the empty love letter to Kitamura she mistakenly put in Ryuuji's bag. The result of a combination of shenanigans and oversharing is an accord: they will help each other get closer to their respective crushes. On the way out the door, Taiga tells Ryuuji to patch the hole she left in the wall with the envelope from the love letter. The episode wraps up with Ryuuji cleaning her apartment and making her breakfast the following day. The initial dynamic is thus established: Taiga acts as though she still considers Ryuuji beneath her, even as we learn about her vulnerabilities through the ways she depends on him for help.

Haha I tricked you, that dynamic lasts barely one episode. Toradora! is always moving. Sometimes it's faster, sometimes it's slower, but it's never spinning in place. The five principal characters are never static, nor are their relationships. Sometimes a turning point will be a conversation in the middle of an episode about something else, and sometimes it's the climax of a multi-episode arc. Other times you can't identify a phase change at all - you just look back and find that things are different now.

There's more to Toradora! than the romance, of course. The secondary theme is family, specifically relationships with parents. Both Taiga and Ryuuji have absent fathers, due to estrangement and mortality respectively. Over the course of the show, the way they think about those relationships changes. Their relationships with their mothers are not as distant, but they also prove malleable and important to the evolution of both characters. This thread is not disconnected from the romance, either - those changes prove critical to the final act.

Music

Toradora! has two opening themes and two ending themes, and they're all, guess what, perfect. They're catchy as hell, with on point lyrics. The animation is fun, with barely any reliance on footage from the show proper. I'm not here to break them down, so once again I'll give a single example. When Ryuuji patches his wall with Taiga's empty love letter to Kitamura, he does it by cutting out a piece in the shape of a sakura blossom petal. This serves as a symbol of the beginning of their relationship. In the second opening, there's a moment showing him putting it back in place from peeling away. This reinforces that symbolism, while additionally showing how that relationship is being reinforced with time. There's also an insert song at a critical moment of the story which will leave you in awe, but I don't want to go into it for spoiler reasons. Just know that it acts as a cultural touchstone among my friends for how an insert song can be used.

Conclusion

Toradora! is the nth entry in a flooded genre. Its characters all fit established roles in that plot and are built out of well-defined tropes. The plot beats are all standard issue: Intro, pool, beach, festival, Christmas, school trip, late-breaking twist, ending. The art is consistent, but conventional. It seeks neither revolution nor evolution.

No, Toradora! is the go-to example of how much of a difference execution makes. The soundtrack is consistently excellent. It has solid gold characters. The plot is free of cul-de-sacs and dead ends. Every obligatory shenanigan moves the plot forward a little bit. Not everyone gets what they want, but everyone lands in a place that makes sense. It's satisfying. It's electrifying. It's both fun on the surface and full of layers to peel away.

Score: 10/10. Toradora! is Perfect In Every Way That Matters. It is the greatest love story ever told.

Recommendation: There is no one who should not watch this show. I just wrote way too many words about why, come on.

Comparisons

Saekano was the reason I re-watched Toradora! in the first place, and that rewatch was what re-convinced me that Toradora! has no equal. The characters of Saekano are mostly assigned tropes at introduction as well, and they sure change a lot, sometimes drastically. Both shows have the destined love interest referred to in the title ("Tora" for Taiga and "Heroine" for Megumi) so while the journey does take you many places the ending is never truly in doubt. There is no question that Saekano acknowledges Toradora! as an ancestor.

The way Toradora! truly beats out Saekano is the ending. Both of them feature the obligatory last minute will things fall apart twist. Toradora!'s is connected to the theme of family, and Saekano's is connected to the theme of artistic fulfillment. In both cases, the choice of the character who follows the divergent path does so in demonstration of how they have changed. The problem with the Saekano one is it barely feels like a twist at all, instead being a token roadbump. The Toradora! one is truly heartwrenching, and the way it resolves will show you just how deeply the relationship on screen has become a part of who you are.

Final Word

I only had the one comparison for Toradora! because I haven't yet reviewed enough things on tumblr. You can expect many more things to receive Toradora! comparisons in their own reviews soon. Now, go watch Toradora! My mom put it on her Netflix watch list after a single episode, you really don't have an excuse.

#toradora #anime #tsundere #romance #if she's not from the tsuntsun region of japan she's just a spicy love interest #taiga #aisaka taiga #ryuuji #takasu ryuuji #yuusaku kitamura #minori #kushieda minori #ami #kawashima ami #anime recommendation #original post

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peacehopeandrats · 2 years

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For Your Consideration

This year was a small year for me, so I will be throwing things down kind of quickly, sorted by year. I want to thank everyone who commented and left kudos on these. I'm putting them up for consideration in the @the-chipped-cup-awards because of you.

How To Date A Librarian - A good fit for: Best Rumbelle Secret Santa, Best Date, Best BFF/Wingman

The Monster In The Storm - A good fit for: Best Missing Years, Best Gideon, Best Drama, Best Family

In The Shadows Of Others - A good fit for: Best AU - Based On Other Media, Death, Hurts So Good,

So You Want To Build A Sex Room - A good fit for: Best Kink/BDSM, Best Missing Years, Best Storybrooke

The Angel And The Devil - A good fit for: Best Golden Lace, Best One Shot, Best PWP

A Full Imagination - A good fit for: Best AU - Based On Other Media

Unconventional - A good fit for: Family, Best Missing Years

Wounds and Scars - A good fit for: BFF/Wingman, Best Trope, Best One Shot, Best Hurts So Good, Best Comfort

Warming The Chill - A good fit for: Best One Shot, Best Short Fic

Series I worked on this year that could be considered for Best Series:

Growing Up

Golden Dreams

Those We Left Behind - A good fit for: Hurts So Good, Death, Best Remix

Beauty and the Beast - A good fit for: Best Dark Castle, Best Storybrooke, Best Remix

The Oldest Door - A good fit for: Best Dark Castle, Best Storybrooke

War In Pieces - A good fit for: Best Storybrooke

Forgery - A good fit for: Best Detective Weaver, Best Afterlife Fic, Best Drama, Hurts So Good, Best Novel Length

Granted - A good fit for: Best Afterlife Fic, Best Dark One Rumple, Best Dark Castle

Lost and Found - A good fit for: Best Date- Overall, Best Storybrooke, Best Missing Years, Best Wingman/BFF

Return - A good fit for: Best Gideon, Best Missing Years, Best One Shot

Once There Was A Wish - A good fit for: Best Dark One Rumple

The Tent Of Infinite Adventure - A good fit for: Best Missing Years, Best Gideon, Best Belle, Best Rumple

Welcome To Storybrooke - A good fit for: Best Storybrooke, Best Gideon, Best Baelfire/Neal

One Lover, Many Dreams - A good fit for: PWP, Best Golden Lace,

One Word, Many Meanings - A good fit for: PWP, Best Woven Lace

Mountains, Streams, and Magical Things - A good fit for: Best Novel Length, Best Storybrooke, Best Missing Years, Best BFF/Wingman

Pop Ins - A good fit for: Best Missing Years, Best Family

The City That Never Sleeps - A good fit for: Family, Best Missing Years, Best Crossover

Snow Bunnies - A good fit for: Best Dark Castle, Best Storybrooke, Best Belle, Best Mr Gold, Best Dark One Rumple

Arson - A good fit for: Best Detective Weaver

Leaving Storybrooke - A good fit for Best Missing Years, Best Storybrooke, Family

There are way too many of these to link individually, so I will give you the link to the series in case you want to go read something.

If one of my Monthly Rumbelling 2021 fics stands out in your memory, please consider nominating it for Best One Shot or Best Short Fic.

Fluff

Family - Bouquet, Journey, Carousel, Wilderness, Balloon, Mobile

Comfort - Illness

Smut

Kink/BDSM - Shop, Stroll, Wax

Romance - Sunshine, Stacks, Home, Teeth, Memory

PWP - Sunshine, Morning

Angst

Death - Morning, Gift, Carousel, Piercing

Hurts So Good - Gift, Waiting, Received, Ritual, Road, Field, Recovery

General Awards

Best Dark Castle - Tea, Choices, Delivery, Storm, Garden, Fantasy, Steps, Ingredients, Frost, Maid, Marble, Memory, Wild, Spy, Blast

Best Storybrooke - Sent, Meal,

Best Missing Years - Bouquet, Journey, Ruin, Dressing, Carousel, Wilderness, Falls, Logs, Teeth, Balloon, Mobile, Accidents

Special Categories

Best Golden Lace - Stroll

Best Woven Lace - Morning, Wax

Best Woven Beauty - Gift

Best Afterlife - Reunion, Morning

Best AU Original - Wild

Character Awards

Best Belle - Tea, Hunters, Sent, Garden, Visitor, Road, Fantasy, Steps, Falls, Frost, Maid, Meal, Marble

Best Lacey - Stroll, Wax

Best Dark One Rumple - Tea, Choices, Storm, Garden, Visitor, Ingredients, Frost, Maid, Marble, Memory

Best Mr Gold - Received, Fire, Meal

Best Weaver - Piercing, Depths

Best Baelfire/Neal - Steps

Best Gideon - Museum, Stacks, Wilderness, Balloon, Mobile

Best BFF/Wingman - Fatherhood, Healing, Game, Overnight, Lunch, Blankets

#fyc #chipped cup awards #chipped cup #cca #rumbelle #ouat #cca 2023 #chipped cup awards 2023 #for your consideration

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autoacafiles · 1 year

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Meet Bomb-Burst

Full Name: Bomb-Burst of House Tepes

Date of Kindling: Mon: 08/ Del: 24/Stellar Cycle: 1480AH

Favourite Colour: Dark Colours, Silver

Hobbies/Likes: Horror Movies, Making Movies

Dislikes/Fears: Shadow Raider, Losing His Dad/Roulette

-Bomb's love of horror started from his mother's old collections. Since then he's become obsessed with them, and tried to share them with all his friends.

-Some theorise that their shared love of horror is what brought Bomb and Roulette together. No-one's really sure, and not everyone likes the "luck theory", so right now it's the best they've got.

-Because of some quirk of his genetics, Bomb-Burst can run on less sleepmode time compared to other Cybertronians. In fact, he's never slept more then half the time of his fellow students, thus he's been known to leave his room after awakening and go for a walk around the Plaza / the halls of Lodestar / any large area around where he rested last. There have been reports of a being similar to his pretender shell stalking the woods of Acadeimos in the night, which some have come to believe is merely Bomb-Burst keeping himself occupied.

-Ever since learning about Misfire's crush on Dunecircuit, Bomb-Burst has volunteered to be Misfire's wingman when it comes to talking to her. This has ultimately lead to Longshot being Misfire's counter-wingman just to fact check the stuff Bomb is telling Misfire, and shut Bomb down whenever he suggests watching a horror movie.

#Extra Information #Bomb-Burst #Meet the Cast

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housecity101 · 6 years

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Overnight

Hey, I actually managed to write a new fanfic for y’all! It’s the second MHA fic I wrote (the first being a Toko and Dark one-shot back in June), and this time, it’s on one of my favorite OTPs :)!

A cute, simple Tokotsuyu one-shot I wrote that it pretty long but the experience in reading it might be a good one for any of you if your interested. If there is anything that feels off, please let me know. I don’t mind any criticism since I’m still learning to do better with my fanfics, as long as if the criticisms are not embarrassments or anything there off.

If you don’t want to read it here, then read it on FFN or AO3!

(FFN | AO3)

Enjoy :)

Overnight

Nighttime had slowly approached the school.

It was calm, peaceful, and even a bit cool outside. Not even a single villain attack in sight. A relief to most of the students and teachers.

It was already time for bed for most of the students. Bakugo decided to sleep early before all of them, seeing how he had a pretty crappy day. Nobody knows why so they decided to at least do the same as well so he wouldn’t be disturbed by them outside.

So far, things were normal as usual. The students freshened themselves, put on their best pajamas, and head over to their rooms to sleep or do a few other things...

12:45 A.M. on the clock. Everyone was still asleep.

Except for only one.

It was no secret that Tokoyami was a night owl. Most of the time, it happens mainly due to his quirk Dark Shadow acting up during the night. Not to mention having nightmares to top it off. This happens to him every night since he was a young boy, but thankfully it didn’t happen all the time. When it occurs, he would sometimes calm himself by drinking warm tea or listen to soft music.

Nowadays, he has been slowly getting a bit better from his routine. Sometimes he would read his favorite book and poems and even study late at night a few times. Recently, he’s been doing his best to catch up on his favorite horror anime on the streaming sites.

He had been doing it at this hour, binging to catch up with the recent episode. Dark Shadow would join him in a few occasions, eager to watch what was going to happen.

Right now, the two of them were on the bed, watching an episode from the laptop. Tokoyami was laying sideways with his pillow holding onto his head while having one of his arms rest on his waist. Dark was right behind him, his head on his host’s neck just to snuggle on it for a bit. They did also had at least one or two snacks with them, consisting of apple slices and chips they brought at the small market. The volume was lowered so that nobody from outside would hear them. Tokoyami was going to watch it with his headphones on, but since Dark wanted to watch too, he had no choice.

He want to at least watch the recent episode next, but it was getting late for him anyway. Not to mention, he started to make a yawn. It’s becoming a little too much now.

When the credits rolled, he soon shifted himself up into a sitting position and moved the laptop to his upper thighs. “Well then, I guess we could end it here for tonight...” he said softly, exiting the page before closing the tab.

This made Dark Shadow jump up in surprise. “W-what!? Oh come on! Please? Can we at least continue!? Besides, it’s Saturday right now! It doesn’t even matter!”

Tokoyami sighed. “Although I do wish we could, unfortunately we have wasted 5 hours of our curfew so far. Just give it a rest.”

“But we haven’t made it to the new episode yet! Just a lil’ peek!?”

“I said no, Dark Shadow.” Tokoyami said, his voice getting a bit tense out of irritation.

Suddenly, Dark Shadow managed to make a cute pout to at least make him change his mind.

It did.

“Very well, I guess we could watch one more.” His host smiled a little. His quirk would never say no sometimes. “But first, I need something from the kitchen.”

Dark Shadow smiled in anticipation. “Can we get more of those chips!?”

“You literally ate the entire bag we’ve gotten while I only took some.”

“That’s because I was hungry!”

“Of course you were...”

The way to the kitchen wasn’t that long. Tokoyami does rest in the second floor so it’s simple for him to reach the first floor. Walking through the hallways, he noticed how silent and dark it was, but rather dim due to the small lamps. He could still hear a few snoring from inside his dorm mates’ rooms. Taking the elevator, he reached down to the main floor.

He certainly does not want to be caught by Mr. Aizawa or the other teachers roaming around in the hallways. He, along with a few students, have been lucky to succeed in that feat. But for now, it was best to stay low until the coast was clear…

Once the elevator doors opened, he exits himself into his needed location.

The main room was peaceful for the most part. Though it felt a bit eerie due to it being in deep silence. There were a few lamps on, especially the television for some reason, as it was slightly muted. Someone must have forgot to turn it off. Aside from that, it didn’t really scared Tokoyami that much. He reached over to the coffee table where the remote was laying as he turned off the TV before making his way to the kitchen.

“Sooo, what do you even want anyway?” Dark Shadow asked him, peaking out from behind a bit.

“I just needed a water bottle, that’s all.” Tokoyami answered.

“Then can I still have those chips from the pantry?”

The teenage goth sighed. “No, Dark Shadow. Remember, we cannot waste more of the snacks like that. I’ll get you one of the apples stored in the fridge instead.”

“What if I have a slice of those apple tarts instead?”

“You know those are for Sato, right?”

“Well this is coming from the guy who sneaked in for a slice the other time.”

This caused his host to wince in embarrassment as he snickered for a bit. “I-I said not to mention that again!” He cried, his voice slightly loud than before. “You even almost revealed it to everyone!”

“Yeah I know. The look on their faces when they thought you stole it was priceless!” The shadow demon laughed again.

“Oh silence you, or else I’ll get the matches.” Tokoyami threatened softly. He almost wished that his quirk didn’t talk at all.

They then ceased themselves for a moment as they made their way to the kitchen. But as Tokoyami made it to the entrance, he nearly gasped.

There, standing inside the kitchen, was Tsuyu, who had opened the fridge to get something. She hadn’t seen him yet and Tokoyami at least hope she didn’t. It would be a bit embarrassing for him.

It was an odd secret that he actually harbored a crush on her.

This all started when he saw her during the school’s entrance exam, and introduced himself a bit to her during the official first day. But while Tsuyu was fairly sociable, he wasn’t that much at all. This means that he wasn’t able to properly talk with her for a while until the final exams, where he managed to get full interaction with her. After that, he soon started to bond with her a bit more, going out together with their friends or helping her study with literature assignments.

But while it was good for Tokoyami, he cannot contain his flustered emotions everytime he gets close to her.

He didn’t really talked to her from all week, wanting to at least plan on how to properly see her again.

But now, this was a bad time.

He was standing right at the entrance while she has her back turn. Why must she be this cute? With her cute hair, her cute frog pajamas, her cute shorts, her cute slippers, her cute butt—

“Ribbit?”

He immediately froze once she turned around.

Once she did though, she soon sees him by the entrance, causing him to blush.

This stayed like this for about ten seconds. The crow-headed boy didn’t even know what to say, he was too embarrassed to say anything…

‘Go on! Say somethin’ to her!’ He heard Dark Shadow in his thoughts.

‘Well, what do you suppose I should do?’ Tokoyami shouted at him, getting mildly annoyed.

Before he heard him answer, he heard his crush calling out to him. “Tokoyami-chan?”

He went back to reality to face her. It was only now or never. He cannot mess this up so pathetically.

“G-good evening, Tsuyu-chan...” He finally spoke up, at least stuttering for a bit. “What brings you here at this time of night?”

“Oh,” Tsuyu picked up something from inside the fridge as she showed it to him. “I was just getting some gelatin for a midnight snack.” She answered, giggling a little while getting a plastic spoon.

“Ah, I see.” Tokoyami said. He has to note that for another time when going out with her. “I just came here to get some water.”

The frog hybrid looked at him after getting the spoon. “You aren’t able to sleep?”

“Y-you could say that. But it’s not that serious this time.” He then walked inside to get to the fridge. “The last few nights were rather calming enough for me and Dark Shadow...” While looking for the water bottles, he thought about something before asking her. “You have trouble sleeping as well?”

“Mm, not really, ribbit.” He heard her answer from behind. “Sometimes, I would get a few weird dreams, and other times, I would think about my family...”

“I understand.” He nodded slightly, lowering his head a little. “I miss mines as well...” He said softly before reaching one of the bottles. “But you shouldn’t have to feel depressed as much. You still reach out to them?”

“Of course. They would usually call me if everything’s alright. What about your parents?”

Tokoyami’s eyes widened a little from that question. He wasn’t able to call them all week. He needed to remind himself to call them tomorrow. He was sure that his family are worried about him. So instead, he made a slight lie. “T-they’re doing fine...” Tokoyami soon got out of the fridge and headed towards the shelves. He knew that he has to get more chips in order to avoid Dark’s whining.

“So, why are you up tonight, ribbit?” Tsuyu asked him, already taking a bite off her gelatin snack.

“I-I wasn’t doing anything in particular...” He said, blushing slightly. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell her about his little binge-watching time. She might be too tired from that.

However, his thoughts were interrupted by a certain shadow demon coming out from his back to reach the cabinets. “Man, you really should loosen up sometimes...” After receiving his favorite chips, he turned to Tsuyu and made a friendly wave. “Aiyo, Tsu-chan!”

This made Tsuyu’s cheeks pink as she giggled. “Hello, Lil’ Shadow.” She watched him lower down to her as she rubbed his head affectionately.

Tokoyami blushed for a bit while making a small smile at the moment. Seeing Dark Shadow interact with his friends or family in general was fairly normal, but he actually finds it amusing to find some people liking his living quirk.

“You still didn’t answer my question, ribbit.” Tsuyu said, eyeing on Dark while rubbing his head. “What were you doing during the night?”

“Oh. Well, I was actually watching an anime that is a favorite of mine.” Tokoyami finally answered, trying not to look away from her.

“Really? What is it about?”

“A story of a group of normal civilians being turned into vampires during the Middle Ages.” The goth teen smiled a little. “Truly an engaging watch.”

“That sounds cool, ribbit.” Tsuyu smiled, not noticing the small blush on her friend’s face. “I’m not surprised that you’re into vampires too.”

“W-why yes…” Tokoyami stuttered again, looking away a little. “They’re actually one of my favorite monsters.”

He didn’t really know what else to say at this point.

He would at least talk more about their lives at the moment, their hobbies, or whatever, but he was too nervous to say anything. If he went and blabbered something to her, it would be nervous gibberish. It was best to maybe end it here and go back upstairs until he turned to look at Dark Shadow at the moment. While his crush wasn’t looking, he made a little sly smile when looking at his host.

By the looks of it, he definitely knew what he was going to say.

“Hey, Tsu-chan, you should watch it with us!” He told Tsuyu as Tokoyami instantly blushed.

“Ribbit?” The frog girl wondered.

An embarrassed Tokoyami immediately reeled Dark Shadow back inside of him once he shook his head. “Let me please rephrase what he said.” He cleared his throat. “I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind spending time watching the show with me…t-that is if you are in need of more rest.”

He waited patiently for her answer as she smiled rather cutely. “Okay.”

Her friend made a small blush. He was instantly forming shades of red at this point. “Are you sure you won’t mind?”

“Not at all, ribbit.” Tsuyu said. “I don’t actually feel tired right now, so I don’t mind watching an episode with you. Have you caught up with the series?”

Okay, so this might go smoothly. “I’m actually up to the second season at this point. I have yet to watch the episode that had just came out.”

“I actually didn’t see it yet. So I guess it’s fine to watch it with you, ribbit.”

“Then I suppose that we should go bac—“ Tokoyami was going to finish until Tsuyu interrupted him.

“Wait,” He turned to her, who looked shy for a bit. “Is it okay if we can watch it in your room?”

Tokoyami felt like he couldn’t move from where he’s standing.

His room? His room that is completely decorated with everything a goth person would ever dreamed of? Was she really honest of wanting to enter in there?

I mean, he’s not a complete jerk, but he doesn’t feel comfortable of his classmates entering his room, aside from Shouji, Koda, Jirou, and sometimes Izuku. Everyone else? It would just be embarrassing. He took note of this ever since the dorm room competition happened. It was a night in which he wished to forget.

He was about to ask her why before she explained. “It’s because my room is pretty messy at the moment and I have to clean it up. I know you’re still unsure of everyone entering your room because of the contest, but I won’t judge you, ribbit.” She gave him a reassuring smile. “I bet it’s really cool just like how you are.” She even made a slight, pink blush.

Tokoyami felt rather nervous but appreciated of that sentence. He just didn’t know what to say. “I-I appreciate it. If it’s really what you want, then I would accept it.”

“You’re welcome, Toko-chan.” Tokoyami just stared at her for a moment. Lord above is she so cute…

Tsuyu then decided to leave the kitchen first right before throwing the gelatin cup away. She made a quick glance at her friend, making a small croak.

If Tokoyami wanted this moment with his destined lover to be perfect, then he must put his best effort into it.

Otherwise, it would be deemed as a failure.

He soon followed her as the two of them walked by the hallways together. While walking, Tokoyami soon heard Dark Shadow’s voice.

‘You’re welcome, by the way.’ He said, snickering for a bit.

‘I am not sure if I should thank you or hate you for this...’ His host responded in his head.

‘Oh trust me, you will!’

He just hoped to the gods above that Dark Shadow wouldn’t dare not to ruin this chance.

Once they entered the elevator, Tokoyami and Tsuyu waited for a bit once they were levitated up.

The crow headed boy kept his thoughts to himself at the moment before looking at his crush, and then at one of her hands.

He was close by her, so maybe he could hold her hand?

It’s not like he never did this before. He had done it with her on several occasions when they were out with friends. But that was it. It was more of a friendly thing than a romantic one.

So, maybe this time, one wouldn’t hurt? Would she even mind at all?

He was starting to feel nervous by what he was doing, but he shouldn’t be. It’s just hand holding, nothing too intimate…

While she wasn’t looking, he slowly moves his hand out to catch hers.

Gently.

Gently…

Almost there…

A loud chime was heard as the two have reached their destination.

Tokoyami mentally cursed himself for not being given a chance. Probably the next moment he might get it. Maybe he could at least talk to her for a bit? I mean, he did had thoughts about her entering his room, for certain reasons.

“T-Tsu-chan,” ‘Goodness that was so hard to say…’ “I was wondering if you are really certain of going into my room. I don’t want any of the teachers or our classmates seeing us in this position.” He said, stuttering a bit while blushing.

“It’s alright, ribbit.” Tsuyu answered. “I’m sure nobody would be able know that we’re still up. Besides, it’s just nice to spend more time with you.”

This made her friend a bit flustered, but soon regained his normal stance. “I suppose that is fair. I-I do apologize for not speaking to you in a while.”

“It’s okay. You had to study for assignments, ribbit?”

“Hmm.”

Finally, they have made it to the door.

Tokoyami felt like quivering with worry. He wouldn’t mind letting her in his room, but he was still unsure of her reaction. Would she like it? Would she be disgusted at it? It was up to fate to decide what to do…

Grasping his hand on the doorknob, he slowly opened it, allowing Tsuyu to enter first. “T-this is what my room looks like...” he stuttered.

His crush came inside to look and was a little surprised.

Most of the room was dark, minus a few lamps of candles shining inside. Every item inside was like a goth’s collection. The posters, the hanged coats, the chair, the strange-looking dear skull, and that sword. She didn’t know what to say, but she knew Tokoyami too well.

“Wow...”

Tokoyami moved away from her a bit, moving his head down. “I understand if it’s a bit too much, but...” He was too embarrassed to say anything.

But then, he heard her spoke. “I think it looks really cool.”

“E-eh…?”

Tsuyu walked a bit further inside, admiring how it looks. “I really like how much you put into this room, ribbit. How long did you had to renovate this?”

“It actually took me about an hour...” Okay, at least she loves the room. Tokoyami made a sigh of relief.

But that was immediately ruined when Dark Shadow appeared. “He even did the same to his own bathroom!” He encouraged Tsuyu to come inside while opening the bathroom door.

“Dark Shado—“

It was too late once she took a peek inside. It was a bit more lighter than the main room, due to the purple lamps on the walls. The walls were painted black and his tub had a few candles around it.

“It looks kinda relaxing. You must have done a good job in fixing your dorm, ribbit.” Tsuyu complimented. She didn’t really wanted to look at it, but her interests were peeked.

This caused Tokoyami to once again blush lightly. Thankfully, she wasn’t able to spot it due to the room being dark. “Thank you.” He then cleared his throat. “Well then, since you are here, you could make yourself comfortable while I set up the episode. Would it be alright for me to set up more lights in here?”

His crush shook her head. “No need, but I have to wonder how you can manage sleeping like this, ribbit. Wouldn’t Lil’ Shadow be ok in something like this.”

Tokoyami nodded as he sat on his chair for a bit. “It’s actually not that hazardous...” He moved it up to reach for his laptop as he began his business. “As long as there is enough lights inside, then there is nothing to worry at the moment.” He then forgot to ask her something. “Ah, where are my manners? Where would you like to sit? I believe I have some cushions stored inside my closet...”

Tsuyu looked at his bed for a minute. “I could sit on your bed if that’s alright.”

That nearly made him faint. “I-if it’s what you want, be my guest.”

With her permission granted, she gently got into the bed and admired how strangely comfortable it is, almost like her own bed. She couldn’t help but rub her hands on the feathery, black blankets. She soon noticed a familiar item from her left. A little night light that looked like a white skull plugged in. “Ribbit? Isn’t that the night light I gave you before?”

“Why yes.” Tokoyami soon got up with his laptop and went over to his bed. A-adorable...even laying on my own bed she is so innocent-like…

“Hey, are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna play the video?” Dark Shadow spoke up, growing impatient.

“I will, don’t mention that so loudly.” He whispered to the shadow demon as he heard him snicker. He really hoped that he won’t interfere…

He walked close to the bed as he faced Tsuyu. “Do you want me to hold the laptop?” “I could hold it actually.” She folded her legs together while sitting before receiving the laptop which showed the video. “Where are you going to be, ribbit?”

“I will probably be in the bed as well, beside you.” He said, feeling a bit tense when thinking about it.

Tsuyu moved for a bit rather cutely, so give him some space. “You can jump in.”

Feeling ready, Tokoyami gently got in the bed, deciding to lay down behind Tsuyu. He reached his head on the pillows and moved a bit so he could see the video. He was the exact position as he was from before, and he didn’t mind it. It was actually relaxing.

He watched silently once Tsuyu pressed play and watched the episode. He could tell that she would enjoy it. She was just too cute sitting like that. Too much for his black heart…

He soon heard her ask him. “So this is how the episode starts off?”

“Yes. They would give out a flashback as to how the vampire spread came to be.” He nodded. “One of the intriguing arcs so far.”

“That sounds pretty cool, ribbit.”

Tokoyami can’t help but smile a little while watching her. He felt something moving from his back as Dark Shadow popped out and rested on Toko’s shoulder to watch the video as well. He was still tensed that he would be saying something embarrassing in front of his host, but so far, he was calm as well.

In fact, he was grateful that this evening was calm, despite some minor issues.

He soon felt something once again as he sees Tsuyu moving down to him, giving him a rather cute giggle.

He responded with a small blush as he attempted to brush it off.

But for some reason, he felt a bit tired. He doesn’t wanna sleep yet. He has to watch the episode with Tsuyu to guide her…

One minute in, and his world became pitch black.

“Tokoyami-chan?”

Tokoyami soon woke up from his slumber after hearing Tsuyu’s voice. Rubbing his eyelids, he gained some vision and looked over his alarm clock.

1:41 A.M.

That’s how long he was out for? 20 minutes?

“Are you feeling alright? I just finished watching the episode, ribbit.” Tsuyu said as she got up to put the laptop away.

Toko hummed in response as he sat up on his bed. He still feels tired, but is at least gaining some energy to wake up for a moment. He watched her laid it on his desk before walking back to him.

She sat down beside him as she started a conversation. “I was actually going to wake you before, but I noticed that you needed a little rest, ribbit.”

“Ah, as I noticed.” Tokoyami said, turning away slightly. “I want to know, how was the episode?”

Tsuyu smiled. “It was actually pretty good. I actually managed to watch the first two, so I’ll binge on the rest maybe tomorrow.”

This caused the goth teen to smile back, though of course, it was small. “I am glad to hear that. It does get more interesting during the rest of the season. I would suggest if you could watch it with me...” He blushed. “I do not want you to feel scared while viewing.” He lightly stuttered.

“Eh, it’s okay, ribbit.” Tsuyu responded. “It wasn’t that scary actually...” She then looked at the clock “It’s actually getting pretty late, so I should head back. Unless...”

Tokoyami remained silent, wondering what she was about to say.

“Would it be fine if I sleep in here with you?”

His face became red once she asked him. He was too speechless to say anything.

Sleeping with Tsuyu? Together!? In his own room of all places!?

“I mean, I don’t mean it that way of course.” He heard her continue. “It’s just that since I don’t feel like going back all the way to my room, I guess it’s fine to sleep in here, ribbit. Are you okay with that?”

“I-I...” Tokoyami got out of his trance and tries his best to respond. “I-if it’s what you want, then fair enough. My only concern is that we might be caught by someone. But I’m sure that might not be the case...”

Tsuyu made a smile. “Ribbit, thank you Tokoyami.”

Her smile...too precious… He thought to himself, trying to rid of his blush.

“Do you have like a sleeping bag or something for me to sleep on?”

He then remembered the cushions as he winced. “Unfortunately, I do not have any at the moment so you might have to...t-to sleep on my bed...” Tokoyami was this close to losing himself. He cursed in his head for not getting any cushions in case of something like this happening.

Tsuyu on the other hand made a blush. She was a little nervous of sharing a bed with her friend. But then again, Tokoyami wasn’t something like a certain rat. He was respectful of her without any signs of perversion. While she would be slightly careful, she was completely certain that it would be fine for the both of them.

So, she spoke up. “i don’t mind sleeping with you.”

And now, he was slowly heating up. “G-good.” He coughed a little, shivering about what he’s going to do. “I-I’ll need to use the bath first. I won’t be long.”

“Okay, ribbit.”

The goth teen went straight into his bathroom to clear his head. He turned on the lights, wanting to wash his face and not loose his head, but a quick leak would be fine too.

After doing his business, he rubbed his face over his towel. “Lords above, what have I just done?” He moaned in distress.

Dark Shadow appeared from behind him, grinning. “You just invited a girl to sleep with you, that’s what!” He said in amusement.

This really didn’t made his host better. Goodness, he was lighting up so much lately. “You are clearly not making this better, Dark Shadow...” He rubbed his eyes in annoyance.

“Well, you know this could be the right time to tell her you know!”

“Ah!” He gasped before turning away. “I simply cannot. It’s just not the right to do so.”

“Oh come on! You’ve been with her for what!? A year I guess!? It’s the perfect time anyway!”

“Don’t speak too loud!” Toko hissed at him in a whisper.

Dark rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just put on your big boy pants and do what you gotta do. Oh, and if you monologue while trying to confess, I will tell her before you do~!” He said teasingly.

Toko scoffed. “As if you would.” He watched his quirk go back inside him, snickering. He then sighed as he exited the bathroom.

He hoped to god that things will go well.

As he exited, he returned to his room and spotted Tsuyu sitting in his bed while being covered a little with the sheets. She was just too adorable. He couldn’t take it, but he must be at least confident.

“There you are. I was getting kind of worried, ribbit.” She said to him.

Toko tugged his arm once he walked up to her. “My apologies. I had to freshen up before my slumber.”

She nodded. “That’s alright, I understand.” She moved over to make some room. “Are you ready to go in, ribbit? Or do you want to do it the other way?”

“T-the other way, if your must.” He couldn’t look at her a little.

Tsuyu then got up and allowed Tokoyami to enter his bed first. He slowly got in, covering his body with the feathery sheet. He relaxed a little, admiring his bed’s own softness, he felt the bed getting heavier once he watched his crush coming in next to him.

As she got on the bed, she soon took a look at the bird-headed boy as he did the same.

It has been at least thirty seconds filled with silence, and the two of them stared at each other awkwardly, slowly blushing over what to do next. They would at least prepare to sleep, but they thought of maybe at least having another conversation. Tokoyami felt his body getting flushed by the second, while Tsuyu moved her fingertips to her lips. This was starting to get embarrassing.

After staring , the two turned away, not sure when to look at the other.

Suddenly, Tsuyu finally broke the silence. “So, how are you feeling, ribbit?”

Tokoyami gulped slightly and answered. “I am doing well, actually...” Feeling like it, he moved his head to face her. “I do apologize again for not having any cushions with me. I do not meant for you to feel this way.”

The frog girl turned back to see him. “It’s okay, I actually don’t mind it like this.” She then smiled. “I rather be close to you, ribbit.” She giggled lightly.

Goodness… Tokoyami simply hummed in response. He was trying to come up with something else to say.

“You know, I’m actually really glad that you get to be one of my best friends, ribbit. You seem like a level-headed guy and yet, you’re actually really sweet. And I appreciate that.”

He watched her giggle as he was taken back by that compliment. Being told a sweet, caring person, not only from his family but from the girl he likes, feels so good to him. It just feels...good.

“Even after the finals when we paired up, you didn’t mind if I wanted to spend time with me or help me study. For a guy who claims to be a calm, serious guy, you’re actually a good person to be around with, ribbit.”

This.

This seriously killed his heart.

All of the compliments she’s giving him was too much, but then again, he adores it deep inside himself. He doesn’t want to say anything as he wants to think of something, but he feels the need to respond. He clenched the top of his shirt as he gasped, nearly startling the frog girl. He made a small chuckle.

“You do not need to say that about me...” He said, moving his eyes towards his hooded jackets. “I feel like it’s personally ruining my image.”

Tsuyu gave him a playful pat. “Well, I actually find you cute, ribbit~.”

Tokoyami blushed and tried to contain a chuckle. “You, as well...” He placed his hand over his beak. Did he just said that in front of her?

Now Tsuyu was the one who was taken back, making a small croak while slightly turning away.

“W-wait!” He sat up from the bed, clearing his throat. “I meant to clarify that I...”

“You don’t need to be afraid, ribbit.” She managed to laugh a little. “But I appreciate what you said.” She blushed while looking at him.

Tokoyami took a moment to look at the clock.

1:50 A.M.

Now it was getting more later than before.

Is it that time to tell her about his secret? It might not be the appropriate moment to do so, since it is already a few hours past their curfew. Not to mention, he and Tsuyu were getting a bit tired. But then again, Dark Shadow did mentioned that it’s a moment not to waste. He wasn’t even sure how to confess! Should he just say it the simple way with three words or his way in all of his poetic tone? It was a difficult decision, he could feel that it was already ten seconds passed. Knowing what to do, he made a soft sigh.

This was it…

“Tsuyu...” He began. “T-there is something I have to tell you.”

His crush’s eyes widened a little as she sat up as well. “What is it? Is something wrong?”

It was now or never…

Taking a deep breath, he continued. “...Ever since I have entered U.A., I had kept an aura of darkness deep inside my heart. And while I did encountered a few positive events, it was not enough to change that. That is, until I encountered a pillar of light which shines though my aura.” He clenched his chest when his heart was beating from being so nervous. “This light has led me into a path of goodwill and kindness, making me feel so much of it’s warm positivity. If this had never happened, I would have never went through that route...” He then faced her, his beak getting red. “And the one who helped me through was you, Tsuyu...”

“Tokoyami-chan...” Tsuyu’s cheeks became red over his speech.

“That is what caused me to develop these emotional thoughts of you. You showed me how to not shy away from others with such friendliness, I don’t even know how to properly thank you.” He continued. “I’ve been building up such ways to say this, wondering how to put this in the right time… That is why, I shall speak out the honest truth to you in my heart...I...I-I...” Tokoyami started to stammer, not knowing how to finish.

‘Oh come on! Just say it already!’ Dark Shadow shouted in his thoughts.

He panted a little before he finally spilled. “I love you!” He cried, not to loud to wake his fellow roommates.

Everything in the room became silent. Too silent.

The goth teen had to relax himself for a moment. He actually did well with his confession, but he doesn’t know how she reacted. He slowly turned to her, seeing her surprised by this revelation, nearly quivering her mouth. She didn’t know what else to say.

He waited for her to respond but then he realized. Maybe, it might have been too late for him…

“I-I see...” He lowered his head. “I understand that maybe you do not share the feelings I have. Whatever reason it may be, I will accept it...” He chuckled sadly. “I guess it was foolish of me to…” A slight pause came from him, he decided to stop from there.

“Wait, Tokoyami-chan!” Tsuyu called out, touching his shoulder. She watched him turn back in confusion. Once he did so, she moved her head closer to his and set a kiss on his cheeks. “I love you too.”

Tokoyami gasped by what just happened.

Tsuyu actually likes him.

And she kissed him...on the cheek!

He could hear Dark Shadow laughing excitedly from this. Tokoyami made a small chuckle of relief, rubbing his eyelids for a moment. “So it seems that you do share the same way...” He said softly.

Tsuyu giggled and held him closer to her. “Of course I do, ribbit.” She nuzzled on his head rather cutely. “I wouldn’t really turn you down like that, silly.”

“It is so amazing. How can you ever love someone like me? A person who’s shrouded in darkness?”

“I told you already. You’re just a sweet caring guy underneath.”

“Tell me though, when did you realize that you had developed feelings for me?” Tokoyami asked her, guessing that it might have been during the final exams where they had the most encounter.

Tsuyu moved a finger to her chin, trying to remember. “I think...I think it was actually the sports festival.” She smiled at that memory.

He was surprised to hear her answer. “How so?”

“I mean, I really loved the way of how you were so calm throughout the games. Being so smart and level-headed, I thought you were cool out there. But I was disappointed that you lost to Bakugou.” Tsuyu explained, almost frowning at her last sentence.

Tokoyami made a smile. “Well, I knew too well that I was going to lose to him, given the complete advantage against my quirk. But being third place isn’t that bad of a position.”

“Now how did you got a crush on me?”

“I actually developed my feelings when I first entered the school.”

“Really?”

He hummed in response before continuing. “While we did introduced ourselves for a little while, I was certainly impressed by your efforts during our training. I did felt worried about you and the others when the villains attacked, but heard that you defended yourself against them.” He closed his eyes, making a small smile. “I am sure that you will be considered a great hero in the future, I believe so. That is one of the many things for why I adore you.”

“Thank you, Toko-chan.” Tsuyu croaked happily, smiling while her cheeks were pink.

Tokoyami did the same as well. Her smile was something he also admired from her.

“Yep. And he also loves your butt too!” Dark Shadow appeared, ruining their peaceful moment.

And this is where Tokoyami’s sudden anger is released.

“Dark Shadow…!” He growled, attempted to put him back inside of him. Reaching for the flashlight was enough to send him back in. He quickly turned back to Tsuyu. “I am sorry for that outburst of his! What he just said was not true!” He stuttered, his face getting red by the second. How dare he tell her about his own secrets in front of him?

Tsuyu blushed before laughing again. “If that’s true, then I’ll accept it, ribbit.”

Tokoyami sighed in relief. He’ll deal with Dark Shadow later.

For now, he laid his back against the wall as Tsuyu scooted over to snuggle next to him. The two relaxed themselves as they leaned on each other comfortably while getting used to the silence in the room. A minute later Tsuyu spoke up.

“So, does this means that we’re a couple now, ribbit?” She asked her new boyfriend.

Tokoyami thought for a moment before answering. “If so, then of course. However, I wish not to tell any of our fellow classmates about this event.”

Tsu tilted her head. “How come?”

“Then I’m sure they would bombard us with questions we might not be able to answer, especially from Ashido and Hagakure.” He nearly shivered at that thought.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. Besides, they are our friends of course so they would give us privacy.”

Checking the clock again, Toko stretched his arms for a bit, allowing Tsu to stare at a bit of his biceps. “As much as I would love to continue, time has unfortunately made us endure our conversation. Perhaps tomorrow would be fine enough...”

“Toko-chan...” His girlfriend stopped him from laying down.

This caused him to sit back up and look at her. “Yes, my dear?”

She flustered for a bit. “C-can I kiss you?”

Tokoyami’s eyes wide as he started to blush. “I do not mind at all, but I must let you know. My beak is nothing ordinary from a normal bird’s. It is actually rather soft to k...k-kiss it.”

“Are you feeling nervous, ribbit?”

“That is false. I am just making sure that I would perfect my first kiss...”

His new girlfriend made a giggle as she held both of his shoulders, pulling him a little close to her own face. “It’s kinda easy, ribbit. Don’t worry, I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

He was still nervous, but he at least built up some courage to make this moment count. He hold onto the waist of her own stomach and looked straight into her eyes. He moved one of his hands to touch her cheek to get a good close up of her. Her face was so soft and angelic, he could even spot her lips being somewhat of a light pink color. It was simply cute.

Positioning himself, he closed his eyes and pressed his beak to her lips, hoping that it won’t stick them. Thankfully, Tsuyu didn’t felt something pointing out as all she could feel was his soft warm lips.

The two of them locked lips for a bit, slightly moaning over the sensation. Tokoyami had never thought of what a kiss would feel like, and now that he’s having his first one, it was definitely worth it.

They finally stopped, catching their breaths for a bit while smiling at each other.

“So how was it?” Tsuyu asked teasingly.

“It was wonderful, my dear.” Tokoyami finally felt a lot better after experiencing that.

Tsuyu chuckled and placed another kiss on his cheek. “Maybe in the morning, I could make you some breakfast, ribbit. Before everyone else comes in.”

“I rather you and I could make some together. It would be such a delightful blend to our own meals.”

She nodded. “I don’t mind that at all. Also, is it alright to call you by first name?”

“Fumikage is alright.”

“What about Fumi-chan~?”

This caused him to blush. “M-maybe when we are alone.”

He heard her make a small laugh as he smiled back. He then laid down on his back, resting his head on his pillow while pulling up the blanket. He shyly motioned his new lover to rest with him as she agreed in silence. She gently got on top of him as she moved her head on his upper chest. She can’t help but giggle when she felt it, making her boyfriend blush.

“So you did manage to work out.” Tsuyu decided to tease him for a bit. “Can I get to see it, ribbit?”

Tokoyami moved his head away, trying to stop blushing. “I will think about it...” He doesn’t want to start making out too early. Perhaps at the right time, he will.

Tsuyu laughed lightly before kissing his beak. “I love you, Fumi~.”

Tokoyami smiled once more and shared another kiss. “I love you too, my dearest...” He whispered.

The two then cuddled together as they finally went to sleep.

Tokoyami wasn’t sure how this sudden change will continue, but for now, he was clearly happy to finally connect with the one he loves.

And to this day, there was no dark aura in his heart…

During the night, while the newly-formed couple were still sleeping, Dark Shadow appeared from Tokoyami’s back, staring at the two.

“Well, it’s about time.” He whispered, actually happy for Tokoyami.

He decided to rest too before an idea popped in his head. He grinned sneakily at what he was planning as he grabbed one of his host’s hands resting on Tsuyu’s hair. He carefully moved it down all the way to where her backside was and let it touch there.

Once his mission was done, he snickered quietly before returning to his host.

Tokoyami will definitely thank him later.

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