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The Waxed Floor Dilemma by @superhiro

thaaank you! ;; i had fun with this one. something lighthearted this time ndfjkgh

198 - “We were meant for each other.”

He heard more than he saw Goro take a rather big blow before the motion that sent him flying back actually became visible from the corner of his eyes. Worried, Akira turned and watched as his back hit the wall before he crumbled down to the ground with a frustrated growl, which was admittedly his first mistake.

“Joker, watch out!” He heard Futaba’s warning, but he wasn’t fast enough to act right after; second mistake down and counting.

Listen, I still don’t know how any of this works, but I must - MUST - recommend the works of the ever so talented @superhiro ( who happens to be my girlfriend, by the way, shh just let me brag for a hot sec ), because I can absolutely never get enough of Sarah’s writing! To say her characterisation is flawless would be an understatement, and to call her language merely brilliant an insult, and no, I am not biased, thank you very much! I’m not much of a fanfiction reader, for reasons of time management, easily computer-screen-triggered headaches, trying to avoid subconsciously copying the ideas of another writer, and being quite protective of certain character portrayals, but I’ve adored @superhiro‘s fics since well before we got together. She writes a flawless Todd and a marvellous Dirk and manages to pull off every single supporting character in so effortless a fashion I’m often left completely bewildered by her talent, so --- long story short, go read her stuff! 

It's Late And I Can't Help But Need You 3908 words, very fluffy, sweet as sugar, Brotzly.  Dirk finds himself struggling to fall asleep and decides that there is only one remedy in the world that could possibly help him -- to show up at Todd Brotzman’s flat in  the middle of the night and also snog him silly. Please read this if you’ve always wanted a sweetness-induced cavity. Love confessions, cuddles and exclusive kissing privileges, what more could you want? :)  Even If You Cannot Hear My Voice 62794 words (holy shit, man. holy shit), Brotzly, hurt/comfort, cw for character death (though at least it’s temporary ...) and a certain amount of emotional and physical whump, but also, I have been promised, lots of fluffiness to make up for it.  The fic that has killed me just as efficiently as it’s killed ... well, I don’t want to put out any spoilers. Fact is, if you like suspense, cases gone terribly wrong, desperate not-quite-boyfriends ready to sacrifice everything for each other, hurt (lots of hurt. lots and lots of hurt. these words will personally break into your bedroom and stab you about a bazillion times.), horrible separations, Todd Brotzman nearly losing his mind (again), love defeating even the greatest enemy, and suitably dramatic reunions, then this should be your go-to to get you through the winter months. Please note that I have not yet finished reading this fic because I’m a wimp and have only so many tears to shed, but perhaps you’ll prove yourself a stronger person.  How to Work Through Sticky Situations (Both Figurative and Literal) 3366 words, Brotzly, light-hearted and silly, lots of fluff and actual sweetness, definitely good for a bit of a chuckle after the above fic ripped out your heart !!  This was written for last year’s spook fest and I’ve re-read it several times, because it’s simply one of the dumbest, but also most gorgeous little ficlets in the world. So cute it’s going to haunt you regularly even a year later. I don’t want to give too much away, but I am going to tell you this much: Todd Brotzman. Dirk Gently. Thirty pies. What could go wrong? Everything.  What it Means to Love You 9812 words (ridiculous, given that this was supposed to be a short one), Brotzly, demon hamsters, love confessions, amazingness.  Written for the DGHDA Valentine’s thingie, this amazing fic is dedicated to ... oh, modesty forbids me from saying it, but this story certainly holds a special little place in my heart. Todd finds himself faced with the problem of having fallen in love with his best friend (maybe. probably. definitely? come on, buzzfeed quizzes would never lie to you), and obviously, the epitome of emotional stuntedness and dorky awkwardness ensues. It takes a lot of fretting, frantic conversations, demonic rodents, dark magic and a brush with death, before ... pffft. As if I’m going to tell you. Go read for yourself. 

21:…on a place of insecurity.

It's not that Todd's self-conscious about his height. He isn't. And fuck you for thinking he is because he's a perfectly good height and he can still kick your ass with it. Whatever, point is, he's not self-conscious about it. Anymore. But it would be nice- in a totally objective, non self-conscious way- if people would quit pointing it out. He gets it, okay? He doesn't need constant reminders from assholes on the street that he's below the national average. Cute little nicknames like 'short stack' and 'bite size' and 'small fry' can fuck right off and die in a corner. Helpful observations about it- as if he somehow managed to forget about his tragic shortness that morning and needs a reality check- can go screw themselves. And not that it's not nice to feel wanted, but he'd ditch bars and any amount of self-grooming in an instant if it means never having to deal with some six-something asshole looming up in his space and enjoying the fucking ego boost. It's either a joke or a fetish or a fucking power trip for people and he's fucking sick of it. But he's not self-conscious about it. So if his face looks red right now, it is not stupid vapid embarrassment. He's not some high school wallflower with a bad haircut. It's anger. Righteous anger out of principle. Anger he's perfectly entitled to because- "No! Fuck- fuck off, it's not a fucking invitation for- just, no. No."Dirk gapes at him, eyes wide as saucers. "Um- beg pardon?""You know, you fucking know what you did," Todd seethes, crossing his arms protectively. "And you know what? You're not such a tall guy yourself, so you can take that condescending b.s. and stick it up your a-hole. You can't just do shit like that- and in the middle of the goddamn office, I have... rights!"Dirk's starting to look at him like he's grown an extra head. "I... All I did was kiss your forehead."

To use a Dirk turn of phrase, he was wildly aware. “Well, don’t.”

Dirk looks a little hurt, and Todd would’ve felt pretty bad about it if he didn’t also look bewildered as if Todd’s being the unreasonable one. “But… you’re my boyfriend.”

“Well, that’s not blanket permission.”

“Yes, granted, but… I’ve certainly kissed you in more compromising places, wouldn’t you say?”Todd averts his eyes, face hot. He can’t even explain it- it was a pretty sweet gesture, for all intents and purposes. He likes that they don’t have to second-guess themselves anymore, but… “You didn’t even have to angle your head,” he grumbles, picking at his sleeve self-consciously as he ducks his chin.

He can’t read Dirk’s expression from his viewpoint, but he can hear the cogs clicking in his head in the silence. “Ah.”

Cheeks burning, Todd mumbles something vaguely dismissive and turns to go hide his face in some paperwork- god knows that’s the only way shit gets done around here. But Dirk’s hand catches his sleeve, smoothing down the rumples of his own nervous fiddling as he tugs him back around to face him, tilting his chin back up with his other hand.

Dirk cocks his head, eyes flickering in that curious way of his across Todd’s face.

And then, before Todd can make any sort of retreat he bobs forward to plant another kiss on his forehead.

Todd rears back, spluttering. “Hey-!”

Dirk beams, utterly unapologetic. “Couldn’t resist. Never can.”

He catches Todd’s hands, twining their fingers loosely by his hips. “I’ll stop if you really want me to. But I wasn’t trying to be condescending, promise. I just like that I can just-” he rocks forward again, bestowing another playful kiss without so much as a stoop or stretch of his neck- “and kiss you. I don’t even have to think about it.” He does bend his neck then, just to bring them forehead to forehead, eyes fluttering closed with a little sigh of contentment. “It’s like you were made for me.”

And even with indignant rage and deep-seated insecurity still coiling in Todd’s gut, even with his skin still tingling with the impressions of surprise kisses, when Dirk meets his eyes with warm, shining honesty it knocks the wind right out of his sails.

Motherfucker.

Tried to see if I could draw Karmi’s version of Hiro’s superhero form in that episode Issue 188 (they have no superhero names, Fred needs to get on that). Ignore that grey outline. Stupid me drew it on the background layer. Don’t be stupid like me.

Then I thought, why not draw Hiro himself in the Karmi style. Hard to do because Karmi is way better at drawing then I am, and stupid me drew a side view and sexy anime eyes are harder to draw in the side view. Don’t be stupid like me.

Also, Karmi’s Superhiro looks older, whereas my Hiro looks younger and rounder.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Send Me A Platonic Touch, And I’ll Write You Something Based Around My Oblivion Verse~

Korbin stands in front of the large oval mirror with a considerable frown upon his face. He knows well enough that Lachance had planned for this evening for over a week, and had went out of his way to work out every possible detail – even down to taking precautions for the weather, as well as finding locales that were far away from any known places where they once took contract work –  and that he was incredibly, even to the point of being uncharacteristically, excited to show his youngest brother the pure definition of a true night on the town.

And although Korbin – who was far more content with simply choosing to spend the evening in their shared penthouse, eating their fill of bad food and staying up late with bad comedies and loud laughter, until they gave into their exhaustion – was never truly the type of man who found joy and pleasure within high class theater, or restaurants, or any other such ‘richy’ things as Lucien did… he did know that these things made his brother happy.

I've actually only seen the dub as of yet and I clicked into sub after I heard Todoroki's concerned "MIDORIYA" to see if the sub had this much emotion in it and it totally did. Maybe the sub voice is even better but I still think there is plenty of love and concerned with the English VA

@superhiro

I am so happy to hear that! 

We just finished season 1 last night and I was starting to get a little concerned. The English Todoroki in season 1 is Anger and Disdain™ while the Japanese Todoroki in season 1 is more Bitterness™ and it was making me sad because whenever I rewatch the sub with people I can hear how sad Todoroki is in season 1 and I feel like Deku. “He was just so sad I had to do something!”

But if he’s full of love and concern in season 2 then I’m all in! Awkward loving Shouto who communicates by saying “Midoriya” in different ways is a huge part of my BNHA aesthetic.