#All it takes is practice to draw this silly hotdog!

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The Argument - A YDKJ x Vs. Void Crossover Fanfiction

Notes: I’ve been thinking about how A.C. Void and Cookie would be friends… And so, I decided to write a fanfiction of them arguing about something stupid. I need a break from drawing but I still need to update this silly little account, so here we are!

This is simply a funny fanfiction I wrote out of boredom, so don’t take it too seriously please!! Thank you and hopefully you enjoy this fic :]

Tags: You Don’t Know Jack, Vs. Void, AC Void, Cookie Masterson, Crossover Fic, Cookie and Void are friends (i guess), Cookie uses Any/All pronouns, This fic is not meant to be taken seriously, Arguing, The ‘Is a Hot Dog a Sandwich?’ Debate, Author Has Some Regrets, Cursing

It was a normal day in Chicago.

It was a slow day at You Don’t Know Jack Studios, so everybody was pretty much relaxing and enjoying themselves. The host of You Don’t Know Jack, Cookie, was simply scrolling through his phone in his office, while his friend Void (If you could even call him that…) was sitting next to him, thinking deeply about something.

It was… Surprisingly peaceful. The two weren’t really talking to each other at the moment, just doing their own thing. In fact, the only audible sound was the air conditioner going off in Cookie’s office.

Well, that was until Void finally decided to break the silence.

“Y’know what, Cookie? I think I can finally say this without questioning it,” Void said in a confident tone.

Cookie didn’t stop scrolling through her phone, but she did look at Void when he spoke.

“Hmm? What are you talking about?” Cookie questioned.

“I’m just gonna hurry up and say it—I think that a hotdog should qualify as a sandwich.”

Cookie’s head immediately shot up at this comment, making them face Void directly.

“W-What??” Cookie sputtered.

He couldn’t process what Void just said. It was illogical! It was insane! It was unbelievably stupid! Cookie began to feel that his head started hurting trying to even remotely understand why Void said that.

“I said what I said. A hotdog should qualify as a sandwich.” Void continued.

“No, you see— A hotdog is a fucking hotdog. Not a sandwich, Void.” Cookie rebutted in a condescending tone.

“Okay, but by definition, isn’t a sandwich a food that has two slices of bread and ingredients in between?”

“Well, yeah but—”

“See that? You just agreed with me. A hot dog is a sandwich, is it not?”

“No, before you interrupted me, I was going to say that sandwiches have multiple components in them. A hotdog has only the fucking hotdog—”

“Don’t hotdogs have toppings on them sometimes?” Void questioned Cookie.

Cookie had to pause for a second before replying.

“W-Where are you going with this—“

“Hotdogs have toppings on them. Ketchup, mustard, relish, cheese, chili… So on, so forth. And guess what? Sandwiches have toppings, too,” Void smugly stated to Cookie.

Cookie was practically flabbergasted.

Did someone just actually prove Cookie wrong? It was totally absurd. Cookie was always right. Well, at least that's what she thinks.

It wasn’t normal for Cookie to be proved wrong… It was so confusing that it almost physically hurt her. Well, that was until she thought of something…

“B-But, aren’t sandwiches supposed to be vertical??” Cookie desperately countered.

Void just gave Cookie a doubting look as a response. But after doing that, Void then started to think about it for a second.

“Okay… But, with that logic, subs aren’t sandwiches either, aren’t they?” Void smugly stated to Cookie. “I bet you would hate having to admit that, wouldn’t you?”

Cookie just sighed heavily at Void’s smugness.

“Y’know what— Fine. I’ll admit it— Not all sandwiches are vertical. I guess… But, I will say this— Have you ever even seen a sandwich store sell hot dogs before, Void?” Cookie confidently stated.

“Now that I think about it, no, I haven’t—”

“So hot dogs aren’t sandwiches!” Cookie insisted.

Void just scoffed at Cookie’s desperate attempts at proving him wrong.

“No Cookie, sandwich stores don’t refuse to sell hot dogs because hot dogs aren’t sandwiches— Sandwich stores refuse to sell hot dogs because they’re just a bunch of cowards.”

Cookie just looked at Void with a look of pure annoyance. They then pinched their eyebrows together out of frustration.

“Goddamnit, Void… Okay, how about this— A sandwich has two pieces of bread. A hotdog has a bun. One. Singular. Bun.” Cookie exhaustedly countered. “And by the way— I don’t wanna hear you say ‘With that logic, a burger isn’t a sandwich’ because a burger has two pieces of bread.”

Void’s eyes widened out of surprise. He then turned around away from Cookie to try and hide his very visible anger. His ego had just been terribly damaged and needed time to recover.

“Stupid freaking gameshow host… Thinking that he’s better than me…” Void angrily muttered under his breath.

Cookie was actually surprised to see Void like this. Usually, Void would just brush things off when someone hurt his feelings, but seeing Void getting frustrated over a petty argument was… interesting to say the least.

“What’s the matter, Void? Can’t handle being wrong, can you?” Cookie snarked.

“Shut up.” Void suddenly fumed. “A hot dog is still a sandwich, by the way.”

Cookie just chuckled at Void’s ridiculous comment. “Yeah yeah, sure it is…”

[thereaderinsertlady]

🎃🎃🎃 could I request a king dice x reader? :00 maybe smth spicy, like they dress up for halloween and reader thinks dice looks very attractive in his costume? this uh. may or may not be inspired by all those vampire dice drawings out there lmao. doesn’t have to be full nsfw or anything if you don’t want!! :]] happy halloween month!

Yeah, I'd love to write that for you! Here's the link on ao3 and I hope you enjoy~

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King Dice x Reader - A Small 'Treat' (Smut!)

You hummed patiently as you waited for King Dice to put on his costume, swinging your legs back and forth while sitting on the couch.  

He never told you about what he was going to wear, but you still felt excited regardless. Was he going to wear something a bit... revealing, for Halloween? Or, perhaps something more silly, like... a hotdog costume? You’d love to see him in a hotdog costume... Oh, or could he want to wear something more simple, like... a cape over his normal outfit? You weren’t sure, but the mystery certainly excited you.  

You heard a quiet grunt coming from your bedroom, and you slowly raised your brow. Was it... Was he having a hard time putting on his costume? Was it something tight-fitting? You’d love to see Dice in something tight... 

Slowly, you lowered your bottom lip into a pout when more grunting noises came from your room. “KD?” You called out, “Are you alright in there? Do you... Do you need help with anything?” 

The grunting noises paused for a moment... but a long sigh came afterwards. “I’m... having trouble fitting the buttons through the holes in this button up shirt,” he admitted. “It’s... quite irritating...” 

“Would you like me to help you?” You offered with a shrug. “I’m sure it would be a lot easier for me to do it instead.” 

King Dice paused for a very long moment, probably thinking... before sighing once more. “Sure,” he said, tired of trying to do it himself, “If you think you can do it, then... sure.” 

You slowly shuffled over to the door, gently opening it and peeking inside.  

King Dice was standing by your bed with a hand-held mirror nearby. He... seemed to be dressed as a vampire of sorts, and... the mere sight of his shirt mostly open made your heart do backflips in your chest. 

“Um...” you couldn’t help but stare at him, “So, what did you want from me again?” 

King Dice rolled his eyes and let out an amused chuckle. “I need you to button up my shirt... please.” 

You smiled sheepishly, moving up to him to do as such. With shaky hands, you began to button up his shirt, trying not to stare at his chest for too long. It took you a while, but you did manage to button his shirt up with... some difficulty. You got it done, and that’s all that mattered.  

King Dice let out a pleased sigh, smoothing over his shirt before picking up the cape part of his costume, draping it across his shoulders and tying it near his neck.  

You watched, unable to take your gaze off of him. He was just... so incredibly handsome in his costume... 

After a while, he seemed to notice you staring, raising a brow. “Something the matter?” He asked curiously, and you flushed brightly. 

“U-Um, no! Nothing— Nothing is the matter!” You said while laughing nervously. 

“Mhm.” He didn’t seem convinced. Slowly, he moved closer to you, putting his index finger under your chin. “Something’s the matter. You’ve been staring at me an awful lot... and you’re blushing.” 

You felt your soul practically evaporate. You bit down on your bottom lip nervously. “I-I... I’m sorry for staring... You just look so handsome, KD... I really like your outfit...” Bravely, you placed your hands on his chest. 

King Dice hummed, unable to stop himself from smiling. “Is that so?” He said, watching as you flushed even more. Weakly, you nodded. “Hm... well, I think you look rather stunning as well, dear...” 

“R-Really?” 

His smile widened. “Of course... Of course...” He leaned in to smooch your lips. 

You softened like an ice cream Sunday on a hot summer day, gently clutching at the front of his shirt. You kissed him back with vigor, closing your eyes while leaning into him.  

King Dice held the back of your head, deepening the kiss further before placing his other hand to the back of your hip.  

You sighed, relaxing significantly, and slowly reached down to fiddle with the front of his pants. 

He... blinked, pulling back a little. “Y-You want to...?” 

You gave him a weak smile. “I’ll be quick, I promise. I just want to give you a small... ‘treat’ before we head out.” 

King Dice softly huffed at your mild joke, but wasn’t given the chance to respond when you gently groped his crotch. He let out a pleasurable groan. 

You began to gain a bit of confidence, taking a moment to grope and massage between his legs some more. You gently pushed down both his pants and... rubber ducky-print underwear with mild ease. 

“Cute,” you commented on his underwear while wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock.  

King Dice let out a soft moan. “I-I’m glad you think so? I... oh...” 

You smiled, slowly jerking him off.  

As you continued the action for a few good minutes, you watched as his face slowly changed from hesitance to one of pure ecstasy. He became increasingly vocal, moaning and writhing under your delicate touch. And, as you listened to him, you realized just how much you liked hearing his voice. 

King Dice stiffened, and as you were about to ask what was wrong, he proceeded to cum onto your poor little costume.  

...You lowered your bottom lip. “Dice...” 

He panted for a moment, staring at the ceiling before looking down at you— before wincing. “Oh... my apologies...” 

You lowered your bottom lip further, and— and began taking off your costume.  

King Dice stared at you with large eyes, starting to get a bit flustered himself. “I-I— what are you doing?” 

“You, mister, ruined my costume,” you said with a pout. “And now... you’re going to make up for it!” 

“...Okay? What would you like me to do?” 

You... gave him a cheeky smile. “I think you know the answer to your own question, KD.” 

He... couldn’t help but smile back, and with that, he spent a good portion of the night ‘making it up’ to you. 

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Klaus Hargreeves x Powered Reader

-Watch and Learn-

Warnings: buffoonery ensues, fun times

This gif is beautiful and represents the reader v well.

Masterlist

Do you realize shoplifting is bad, yes. Are you about to do it on a dare, also yes. You see, Klaus has been up to no good recently, you put it up to his desperation for your complete and undivided attention.

For about a month you were over in Australia visiting an old friend, and your poor Klaus was left all alone to fend for himself, for 30 whole days. You were honestly surprised that your apartment didn’t burn down, or look incredibly trashed with random street cats walking around it.

Amazingly enough, everything was intact, but oh man did Klaus miss you. For the first day he wouldn’t even leave your side. The two of you laying on the couch and Klaus couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Not that you minded, he was needy and very handsy that night. So let’s just say, no movie watching was happening.

But back to your current situation, here you are outside a high end clothing store, and you’ve never been more ready in your whole life.

“Remember the goal Y/N, some shiny bracelets, sunglasses, a pricy pricy shirt, and something special for, muah.” Klaus purred sweetly in your ear trying to throw you off, but you remain unflinching and determined.

“Piece of cake, this will be a record haul.” You tell him with a mischievous smirk as he grins back at you.

The two of you casually walk into the store, you’ve put on your long blonde wig and dark sunglasses to better conceal your identity if things did in fact go south. Klaus didn’t try much to disguise himself as he walked in looking like some carefree wanderer, but then again, he’s the distraction.

He walks to the nearest group of employees and begins an over dramatic display of fascination for a certain hat that is laying a top a mannequins head. You make a beeline for the jewelry, finding your prize and nonchalantly sliding them into your inner jacket pocket. Easy money. Next you practically glide over to the sunglasses, looks around you before snatching your favorite pair, ripping off the tag and placing them casually into your coats inner pocket. Yours now.

You scan the store for the shirt isle, easily enough your eyes land down an isle to your left where you let out muffled snort. Klaus now has dark glassed Harry Potter looking specs as well as a fancy cowboy type hat. All in all he looks relatively good, like a sexy desert traveler who’s about to steal some hearts. A smile forms onto your face as you briefly watch him keep up his dramatic act of being the best shoplifting distraction you could have asked for.

Turning back to the pricy isle of shirts that altogether probably cost more then your car, well that is if you actually payed for it. You continue forward, your eyes scanning over the silk and leather fabrics, over ones encrusted with jewels and animal fur that you’re hoping is just fux fur. Your keen eyesight finally stills onto a gorgeous Gucci sweater that practically screams take me. You glance up and find where the nearest security cameras are, spotting them, you pull your attention back to the task at hand. You run your hands down the sleeves and swiftly tug, the sweater comes off the rack and makes a quick descent towards the polished tiled ground.

As sly as a fox you kneel onto the tiled floor, picking it up and sliding it into your coat where it’s completely hidden from any prying eyes that might not be minding their own business. With a smirk you stand up, taking the empty rack and calmly sliding on a new sweater that you found at the local thrift store, that’s been patiently waiting for its next clothing rack. You turn down the isle watching Klaus sweet talk an employee who seems to be under his little spell. You can’t help it when your jaw clenches in subconscious jealousy, you know it’s all for show but still, only you get that adorable smile and emerald eyes that at least they can’t see due to his current fashion statement.

Shaking those thoughts away, you ground yourself again to what you and Klaus actually came here for. Now to find something special for your man, scanning over the brightly lit store your eyes widen in excitement at the beautiful jewel encrusted golden snake necklace that only queens of Egypt should be allowed to possess. You coolly walk over to the necklace, your nerves racing in a bustle of excitement as you make it to the glass case that surrounds it. You shift your eyes once to the left and then once to the right, surveying the area for any intruders. No ones in the nearest proximity due to Klaus’ amazing ability to draw in a crowd practically anywhere.

“Oh and look at you, Klaus is gonna love you, not as much as me but hmm you are one beautiful snake.” You whisper to the glimmering metal hiding behind the stores attempt at a security precaution. Reaching out your hand you simply use your power and defy the laws of what humans should be able to do. Your hand phases through the see through glass where you promptly pick up the dazzling trinkets made for royalty. You silently stick it into your bra and turn around, making your way down the isle and towards Klaus and his crowd of high end retail workers.

You walk past him and give him a wink, he takes the subtle hint, says his goodbyes and trails after you towards the doors. You slow down your pace so he can catch up, a sudden arm slings over your shoulders as he kisses the side of your cheek.

“My dear you would not believe what a bunch of kiss-asses those guys are. Enough to match Luther honestly.”

“Well you seemed to be handling them just fine from what I could see.”

“Huh yeah, they thought my tattoos where interesting.”

“They did, didn’t they.”

“Ohhh were you...were you, gettin a lil jealous Y/N?”

“What? Jealous of a couple of blonde bimbos, you need your eyes checked babe.” Klaus lets out a laugh as he opens the stores door for you. You avoid eye contact, your frustration slowly building until he reaches for your open hand. The contact and the way that he leans into your side instantly calming your agitation once again.

“Alright fine. That was admittedly mean and unnecessary, and yeah okay I was a tad bit jealous...but come on Klaus. You make me feel things.”

“Aww Y/N you’re so cute, my little thief. So watcha get?”

“Oh some of this some of that. I’ll show you when we get back to the apartment. I’m gonna have to come back later and destroy the security footage.”

“Oh right, that silly thing those pricey stores like to do. Security cameras.”

“Ruining fun for burglers since they were invented by some paranoid prick.”

“Eh they have their uses.” Suddenly his attention snaps over to a hotdog vendor further down the sidewalk, “Oh hey, you want a street sausage...and I’m not talking about mine..ah Jesus Y/N I was kidding don’t hit me.”

“Klaus.”

“You have a strong arm. It was a serious question before you assaulted me.”

“Babe we have stuff that’s worth more then the building we live in. We should just go home, we have leftover Thai in the fridge.” Klaus abruptly halts the both of you, shifting your body so he can rest his hands on either side of your shoulders as he looks deeply into your eyes, his face shifting into a pleading expression.

“But my tum tum is grumbling...listen to it Y/N...it says feed me or I’ll die of hunger.”

“Wow I didn’t realize you could speak stomach. Klaus you are truly full of surprises.” You deadpan with lack of facial movement but a low sigh coming from your parted lips.

“Do not antagonize me woman this is serious.” He gives you the biggest and most adorable puppy eyes, trying with all of his might to sway you to the dark side. You roll your eyes as a smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. His eyes go wide in excitement, knowing he’s won you over with his usual Klaus charm.

“My lovely lady, you are a gem among the city sewage.”

“Thanks Klaus. You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

“That’s what I do babes.” Replies Klaus with a quick kiss to your lips before he drags you over to the vendor, that admittedly smells quit delicious if you’re being honest. He orders a simple dog for the both of you, actually paying for it himself to your great astonishment. Then he slathers his in toppings as you select a few of your own, then it’s through the city park to reach your apartment. The two of you and your concealed stolen goods, walking casually down the parks walking trail as you both happily munch on your hotdogs.

“Maybe I have too much on mine.” You have a look at Klaus who’s face is smeared with ketchup and mustard as he fumbles with is already messy napkin while you take another bite from your own hotdog in an attempt at concealing your laughter. “Seriously Y/N, it’s all over my face now, I’m a mess.”

“That’s what she said.”

“Ben don’t laugh..” Whines Klaus with a pout as he glances over at you who’s definitely losing your shit. “Okay fine, it was pretty funny.”

“You walked right into it. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Well Ben’s about to pee himself if you’d like to know so good job at that.”

“Thank you thank you I’ll be here all night.” You bow to no one in particular as Klaus finishes off the last bit of his hotdog. You hand him your napkin as you throw your dirty ones in the nearby trash can. Klaus doing the same, now looking much less of a mess, both on his face and hands. He swiftly catches up to you and practically throws himself onto you. You stagger to the side as his full weight begins dragging you downward towards the wet pavement, oh no you are not about to have his lanky ass get you all dirty. As a witches cackle escapes from your mouth you use your phasing abilities and a second later your idiot boyfriend has fallen onto the cold cement. He lets out a yelp as his hands reach out to catch his fall, he does a little tumble before sitting on the ground, a annoyed huff leaving his lips.

“Eww Y/N I was in you.” Whines Klaus as he picks himself up once again, you cross your arms and bite your lip in amusement.

“You didn’t think so this morning.”

“That was very different.”

“Yeah well your fatass was about to send me into the dirt. I happen to like this coat and would prefer to keep it looking snazzy.”

“Your snazzy can kiss my buns, I’m going home and then I can be in you...but not in that way.” He quickly adds as he reaches out for your hand, you gladly accept his appealing invitation and just like that the two of you make your way out of the park and towards the apartment building where some fun times await.

[stellarspecter]

Poorly timed confession + in vino Veritas, Alex/Willie/Luke

i was trying to decide who is doing the confessing and honestly every possibility is gold

there’s the obvious one where willex is already a thing and luke has had a crush on both of them for ages now and one night at a party with their friends, willie and alex are drunk enough that they’re one of those couples just making out on a couch and luke is sitting near them and he’s drunk enough that he forgets to be polite and look away and he thinks, “god, you’re so hot, i love you,” and then they both look at him and he realizes that he said that out loud. whoops! it ends well, though, if waking up the next morning in between them is any indication.

there’s the one where none of them are dating, but alex and luke have been dancing around each other for honestly years now, and everyone is just waiting for them to get their shit together. they’re with friends, a few drinks in, and willie is just so tired of watching their bullshit that he literally grabs them, positions them in front of each other, and commands, “now kiss!” alex is startled and flustered and starts stammering, but luke just stands there and processes it for a second before pulling alex in and kissing him silly. willie is struck by it. he didn’t really think this far ahead, to what would happen if they actually did it. when they break apart he slings an arm around each of their shoulders, kisses their cheeks, and cheers. alex and luke are understandably confused, but they go with it, and the three of them have a nice long talk the next day.

there’s the one where none of them are dating, but alex is such a disaster gay, alright, he’s had a crush on luke for forever and that’s fine, he’s used to that, but now he has a crush on this cute skater guy too?? it’s just unfair. they’re at a party celebrating something idk and luke is so overcome with happiness that he turns and kisses willie full on the mouth, leaving alex slack-jawed as he watches. luke sees alex watching and grins, coming up to him too and fully dipping him as he kisses him. they break apart and alex, stunned (and very drunk) says, “i love you.” luke smiles and says it back and kisses him again, then swings him up out of the dip, and oh that isn’t good for alex’s stomach. he makes eye contact with willie and says “i love you too, don’t worry” and then runs to the bathroom. he doesn’t actually end up throwing up, to his relief, because then he wouldn’t have been able to kiss his new boyfriends as much as he did. luke does often bring up that their first kiss almost make alex puke, though. he finds it very funny.

and there’s the one where they’re at a holiday party, and someone had thought it was a good idea to hang mistletoe literally everywhere. well, maybe it was, because throughout the night, alex, willie, and luke get to kiss each other many, many times, and then they get to act like it’s totally normal to kiss your bros. as the night wears on and the alcohol keeps flowing, the kisses get progressively more intense, starting out with a peck and leading up to willie and luke frenching in the living room. they separate, and luke says, “you’re great.” 

willie replies, “you’re great!” he gasps. “oh my god, you know who’s great?” 

“who?” 

“alex.”

luke gasps with him. “oh my god, you’re so right. we should -- we should find him and tell him that we think he’s great.” willie nods. luke continues, “sometimes he doesn’t think he’s great, you know? because of - of anxiety.” he hiccups. “but he is! we have to make sure he knows.” luke grabs willie’s shoulders. “willie, we have to make sure he knows how great he is!”

willie puts his hands on luke’s shoulders. “we will, we will, we just gotta find him.”

luke nods and then rips himself out of willie’s grasp, practically running through the party on his way to find alex. willie laughs and runs after him, finally catching up in time to see luke barrel into alex and squeeze him in a hug.

”alex! alex alex alex! you’re great.” luke draws back and cups alex’s quickly warming cheeks in his hands and stares into his eyes. “you know you’re great, right?”

alex chuckles nervously. “uh, sure?”

luke nods sharply. “good.” then he leans in and kisses alex, just to make extra sure that he knows he is loved. “you’re great, and awesome, and wonderful, and -- and --”

“and amazing!” willie adds from beside them.

“and amazing,” luke repeats. “and i know that you don’t always think that about yourself, but you should, because you are, and i love you, man.”

alex looks bewildered in his arms, eyes darting between luke and willie. “o...kay? i, uh, i think you’re pretty great too. both of you.”

“aw thanks, bro,” luke says, hugging him close and nestling into his chest. willie comes up behind him and kisses alex too, the heat of his body warming luke’s back.

“you’re great, hotdog,” he whispers in the space between his lips.

“what is happening,” alex murmurs back.

“does it matter? we like you,” willie says sweetly. 

“i think it does matter, actually --” alex starts, and luke groans into his shoulder.

“aleeeeex, just let us love youuuuu.” willie and alex make eye contact and dissolve into giggles.

“alright, alright, sure,” alex agrees, and one of them shifts their weight and that makes all of stumble a little and then alex takes a step back and trips and they’re all falling down. luckily, they collapse onto the ottoman and not the hardwood floor. they lay there for a second in a tangled pile of limbs before cracking up even more. the people around them give them strange looks, but none of them care. they’re right where they want to be.

[nightowlfandom]

Katsuki Bakugou- Cruel Prankster (Part 2) FLUFF AS FUCK

REQUEST FROM PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE!

This is dedicated to a special reader who has informed me that if this doesn’t get a part two, they’d be very sad and I can’t have any sad people on my watch, it’s just not right, SOOOOOOOO HERE WE ARE You know who you are and this is for you! 

I wasn’t planning a part 2 but I did this last minute especially for you reader person!

Also if you’ve requested, and haven’t seen it up yet. It’s still in my drafts, and I’ll get to it, I swear! Are you really for the cutest, most fluffy, most heart vomit filled imagine you have ever read! ARE YOU!?!?!?

READ PART 1 HERE!!

Leggo!

...

You walked through the halls, clutching your books to your chest. No one had really gotten over that incident and it was still the talk of the student body. People had noticed how you weren’t as cheery or bubbly. You were just kind of there, you smiled politely when people would say hi to you, but that was it.

“Hi Y/N!” Izuku smiled in your direction.

“Hi Izuku.” you smiled politely, continuing to walk down the hall. You had just wanted to get to the library. You didn’t really want to be bothered. You couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss with Bakugou and why he had done it. You could still hear his voice in your head too. You were sort of distraught in a way too.

First he drenches you in who knows what, then he brings you a lunch box and then claims to not care, but then says your quirk would suffer as if he did care, then the fool kisses you.

“Why are boys so stupid.” you huffed, walking into the library. You found yourself a nice little corner. You had gotten a pass to get out of classes today in preparation for an exam you had, which meant you had the entire library to yourself all day. (idk if it works that way but just pretend peeps)

You sat down with your books and opened them all, preparing to submerge yourself in your studies. It was a good thing too, this meant you could also avoid Bakugou with ease. 

Meanwhile...

“Where’s Y/N?” Momo whispered to the group of girls she was sitting with.

“I heard she got out of classes today to go to the library and study for a huge exam.” Mina replied. “She’ll be out of class for the day.”

“This means must a lot to her. I asked her if she wanted to eat lunch with me today and she told me-...do you mind?” Uraraka raised an eyebrow at Bakugou who seemed to be listening a bit too hard.

“What did she say to you?” Bakugou demanded an answer.

“She said she’d see if she could make it, but she didn’t want to bump into a certain someone on the way.” she scoffed in reply. “She would like to keep her focus without another incident.”

Bakugou scoffed, people were still talking about this! He had made another lunch box for you, but knowing the type of person you were, you’d probably hide.

Bakugou racked his brain, why did he kiss you! You of all people! He questioned why he even made that stupid lunch box in the first place. If you weren’t such a brat, none of this would happen! ARGH!

...

It was lunch time and you had decided to take Uraraka up on her invitation to have lunch with her. Of course you didn’t pack your own lunch, so just sitting to have a nice chat would do. You waved over, grabbing her attention.

“Hey Y/N!!” your friend waved you over. “I’m glad you made it. We saved you a seat!” The other girls at the table waved, obviously glad to see you.

You smiled your usual big smile and began walking over to them, only to feel something grab your hand and pull you to another table. You were surprised to see it was Bakugou pulling you along.

“Hey! Woah!” you whined, watching as everyone stared in confusion. You were sat down on one of the benches and a lunch box was set down in front of you. Bakugou sat across from you without another word.

“Eat.” he said, making you raise a brow.

“Any reason why you’re pulling me away from my friends?”

“OH SO I’M NOT A FRIEND?!”

“I don’t know.” you replied flatly, pushing the lunchbox back towards him. “I don’t know if you know this but we aren’t exactly great pals.”

“Stop being difficult! I know you didn’t eat all day, stupid.” he pushed the box back towards you. “So not only is your stupid quirk gonna suffer but you’re also gonna fail that exam!”

“How did you know about my exam?” you asked. “I didn’t tell you that.”

“Nevermind how I know. I’m not letting you leave until you eat every last bit!” he pointed accusingly. “Stop neglecting your health stupid!”

“If it will get you off my back.” you sighed, opening the box. You were welcomed by all kinds of good smells. Bakugou watched intently as you begrudgingly picked up the pair of chopsticks and picked at the first thing you saw. 

“I’ll be right back.” he said quickly, getting up. He soon came back with a bottle of fruit juice, which weirdly happened to be your favorite. “Here, it’ll help you focus more.” he mumbled as he got out his own lunch...which looked burnt to a crisp.

“You aren’t eating that, are you?” you raised an eyebrow. It looks like you cooked that in a volcano.

“Hey! The burn makes it healthier!” he said defensively. He grabbed what you thought was an...egg? Maybe a pickled cucumber? Whatever it was he ate it, and obvious tried not to act disgusted. “See! Delicious!”

“Or deadlier.” you mumbled, pushing the lunchbox towards him. “Here, take some of mine.”

“What?! N-no, stupid!” he retorted. “I made it for you!”

“Yeah, you also made way too much, there’s no way I can finish this alone.” you rolled your eyes. “Plus I saw your face scrunch up when you opened that box.” you laughed. 

“s-shut up! T-thanks...I guess.” he mumbled, before digging his own chopsticks into your lunch box. He picked up a rice ball. You smiled in victory picking up your own rice ball. You took note of the cute little face on it. 

Bakugou knew you had a thing for drawing cute faces on everything you owned, while it was very stupid and childish and a total waste of his time, he kinda wanted to make you you appreciated the lunch he made, so he took the extra time to match it to your personality.

“They’re sharing her lunch! That is so cute!”

“Are they together?”

“Bakugou and Y/N, talk about polar opposites.”

“Didn’t he pull that really mean prank on her, why are they sitting together?”

“I heard Bakugou likes Y/N.”

“Ooh mine!” you picked up a piece of carrot before Bakugou could reach for it.

“Hey! I was gonna get that!” Bakugou whined.

“Snooze you lose, time bomb.” you stuck your tongue out. You didn’t see it, but Bakugou shook his head, quietly laughing at you...in his head of course because why would he smile in front of you. “My carrot.” you mumbled. 

“...So how are your studies.”

“...Fine.” you replied, looking up. “I’m nervous...about this exam.”

“I’m sure you’ll pass, your one of the smartest.” Bakugou said casually. “Stop doubting yourself, stupid!” he said a little too fast, as if he had to remember to say that.

“T-thanks Bakugou.” you replied. He had never sounded so nice before, you weren’t sure what it was but it felt...more important hearing it from him.

“Don’t even think about touch that omelette roll.” you warned as Bakugou reached his chopsticks for the last thing in the lunch box, other than the bed of lettuce.

“You already had one!” he shot back. “So it’s mine.”

“Nonono because you hogged most of the seaweed and ate both of the octopus-hotdog...things” you trailed off, sounding silly.  “This is mine sir!” you pointed at him. “I will fight you for that omelette” You challenged.

“Fine! But next time you’re bringing lunch. I’m tired of cooking for you.”

Okay he was lying, he actually didn’t hate seeing you enjoy something he made, it kinda made him wanna make more things for you. Only out of pity because seeing you in a bad mood made everyone sad...yeah that’s it.

Instead of retorting with a smart ass remark...you giggled. “Sounds like a plan.” you gave a thumbs up, skipping off. “I’ll make sure to make it super tasty.”

“You’d better!” he mumbled.

You smiled in victory as you stood up.

“Wait!” Bakugou stood up after you and approached you. He tilted your face up and leaned down towards you. He quickly leaned you and gave you a super quick peck.  “I-I’ll see you around....THIS DOESN’T MAKE US FRIENDS, GOT IT?!”

“Y-yeah...totally.” you nodded, reaching your fingertips to touch your lips.

...

“BAKUGOU!” You bolted down the hall. You needed to tell someone the good news, anyone! Knowing your luck, it would be the last person you’d expect to bump into, which turned into the first as of late.

“Argh what do you want stupid!? You’re pounding my ear drums!”

“I PASSED!” You began jumping up and down. “I passed my exam!”

“I don’t know why you’re so happy, I told you that you would!” he barked back. “Stupid...” he rolled his eyes. He wouldn’t admit it, but it was kind of cute seeing you get all giddy.

“I know but-”

“But nothing! I said you were one of the smartest in the entire class stupid!”  he rolled his eyes. “Why are you so annoying....congratulations I guess.” he mumbled.

“Oh yeah, and as promised!” you announced. “TA-DA!” You held up the lunch box you had promised you’d made. “That lunch I promised!” You held out the box towards him. 

“Oh, so you finally hold up your end of the deal!” he rolled his eyes. “Come on.” he held out his hand. 

“...What??” you raised an eyebrow, staring at his had as if you’ve never seen a hand in your life.

“What does it look like!? We’re eating together! ...Now shut up and take my hand” Bakugou rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand, practically dragging you through the halls. You followed him as Bakugou’s hand tightened around yours.

“Are Bakugou and Y/N together?”

“They have to be!”

“She could do so much better!”

“Are you kidding, Bakugou’s threatened any guy who walked towards Y/N since she transferred here.”

Everyone watched and you gave Bakugou a pair of chopsticks and how he rolled his eyes but took them anyways. It made them wonder how you were able to forgive him to quickly or how he was able to put aside that weird short-lived hatred for you that no one understood why he had in the first place.

“Do you think they like eachother?”

“No way.” 

“ARGH! you idiot!” Bakugou yelled. 

“See, he’s gonna-”

“Why are you so messy!” he sighed, grabbing a napkin and wiping the side of your mouth. “Geez, you’d think to be so graceful you’d at least have table manners!”

“Sorry.” you felt your face heat up as Bakugou wiped the side of your mouth.

Definitely, he definitely liked you.

(PART 2, DUNZO!! I HOPE THIS MADE YOUR DAY KIND REQUEST PERSON! I HOPE YOU AREN’T SAD ANYMORE BECAUSE I DID THIS JUST FOR YOU!! 

Okay what do you BNHA lovers want more, confessing to Todoroki, being the new kid in class, or Izuku confessing to you, I have no idea,

 I just don’t want my entire blog to be kpop stuff so even if you don’t like BNHA, I write for a lot of other animes too so just let me know [extra points if its Fairytail, Diabolik Lovers, Attack On Titan, or Naruto because Kakashi can have some of this...ya dig? Older men in anime bring out my inner hoe, I am so sorry about but not really)

[jj-lynn21]

Ch 1 When we were just a little Lass and Lad

This story came from an idea @grandpa-sweaters had from a picture of Gustaf Skarsgard looking like he could play Bert from Mary Poppins. I very much agree.  

Ch 2 destination cloud 9

ch 3 Somewhere on Cloud 9

Ch 4 where ever the magic may take us

ch 5 The End is just the Start of a New Beginning

Warning: Just a bunch of whimsical fluff to start off.

Ch 1 When we were just a little Lass and Lad

It has been a while since you have believed in magic, has it not? I bet it has. But somewhere deep down you still feel that sense of whimsical energy you had as a child. Let that child-like curiosity follow me in to the Long Ago. You might say, “but the long ago is a time, not a place Ms.”

I assure you it is a place. A wondrous place where any wonderful thing starts. A wonderful thing like my beginning. You may have heard of me in some story that probably exaggerated some of the times I helped the Banks family, my family. I am Mary Poppins. And I shall explain everything.

Where to start, where to start? Oh yes, a long time ago where many things of a whimsical nature start. I was more created than just born as most creatures are, I suppose. The first daughter of the land to magical enough parents who taught me not everyone would appreciate my perfectly positive personality. Half the time they could not understand my cheery disposition.

When it rained, I was happy the flowers, trees, and other plants were getting the drink they craved. Plus playing in puddles was quite a fun time even in your most fantastical dress. When the sun was too hot for some, I was happy to let it tan my porcelain skin to the golden color of bronze. Of course, I was liberal on the sunscreen on the daily. All the seasons and all the weather just nourished our little place in the universe.

I very much annoyed some people but not Bert Alfred. Oh, he can inspire a whimsical song out of anyone. Happy-go-lucky, satisfied, charming, friendly, kind, imaginative, energetic, funny, zany, easy-going, artistic, intelligent, insightful, optimistic, empathetic, endearing, heroic and I need to take a breath. He is my everything. Oh Bert, always my first love although my parents insisted it was of the puppy variety. I suppose it was the fact our talents complemented each other so well.

Bert was able to do anything really. A unique Jack of all trades. But we fell in love in his chalk drawing. Even as children when we met on my stoop while our parents discussed whatever whimsical notions, I was intrigued by his chalk drawings full of more than they appeared. At least when I came around. They did fret the first time we ventured into the unknown.

Flashback

“Hi,” A shy precocious eight-year-old Bert smiled sitting beside Mary.

A seven-year-old Mary giggled, “hello, I’m Mary. And you are Sir?”

He takes out a small box of colored chalk from the pocket in his button-up shirt. “I’m Bert,” he tittered before kneeling on the sidewalk starting to create a scene. He thought her white dress and parasol was cute but he was to shy to tell her.

Mary kneels beside him watching his every stroke. “Oh, I do enjoy the circus. Have you ever really been? Uncle Albert took me to one once.”

Bert shook his head no, as he continued to add a red and white tent behind the lion on a pedestal with the tamer close by urging the lion to sit pretty. He stood when he was finished moving his closed mouth back and forth in contemplation. He looked to his new friend Mary, “Would you want to go with me?”

“Oh dear Bert, could we?” She smiled excitedly. “When shall we go? Will your parents take us or will mine? Will they even say yes?...”

He laughed, “You sure do talk a lot, Mary.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, “I certainly do not. I am practically perfect in every way. Just ask my parents.”

Bert chuckled, “I’ll take your word, Mary. We can go right now. All we have to do is…” He looks down at the drawing. “Hold my hand.”

Mary takes his hand in amazement and wonder.

“You think, you wink, do a double blink, you close your eyes and jump.” Bert and Mary jump on the painting and giggle loudly.

The adults look out the window at them and laugh. They are so glad their children are having a whimsical time together. They go back to planning the every few centuries excursion to London. You must be an adult to go on these adventures so the children will be entrusted to take care of each other. Which they have always done in Long Ago. The majority of the caretaking done by the ones more closely to adulthood.

Mary straightens and looks to see if anyone is watching, I guess if we are not gone for long, I will show you how its done dear Bert. My Aunt Iris showed me but said we must keep it secret. Can you keep a secret Bert?”

He nodded yes, “My Aunt Tilly was the one that took me on my first adventure. I must have done something wrong.”

“No silly,” Mary giggled. “It is just a girl thing. Now take my hand. Its off to the circus we go. One, two…three.”

They jump into the chalk drawing. The lion roars and they run behind the tamer that is drawn like the cartoon character Goofy and acts like him also.

“By garsh, are you young ones alright,” He asked scratching his head since he didn’t see them there a second ago. “Whoa, there Mr. Lion. We have guests you see.”

The lion bows to them with a smile of acceptance.

The tamer walks over and pats him on the head, “good boy. How about some lunch.”

The lion nods full mane rustling enthusiastically.

“I’m Flaky Frank.” He bows to the kids cordially. “We have popcorn, hotdogs and cotton candy in the tent. And the big show is about to start if you two would like to like to join?”

As they walk into the tent a rhinoceros in a colorful suit is at a small booth, “Tickets for the show, get your tickets. Show starts in five minutes.”

“I’m Mary and my friend is Bert,” She said politely. “We would like two tickets please?”

“Sure thing, Lass and Lad.” He smiles. “And where are your guardians on this most auspicious occasion.”

“I am his guardian and he is mine, so we both have a great guardian you see,” She answered proudly.

“I see,” he nods and gives them tickets. “Better get a seat. It is about to fill up quickly.”

As soon as they sit balancing popcorn between their legs, cotton candy in one hand, and a hotdog in the other, the other seats in the bleachers do fill up quickly as in immediately with a variety of characters. Lions, tigers, bears, elephants, trapeze artists and tightrope walkers entertained, and everyone clapped. As the kids walked out of the tent thunderstruck. The rain started dripping. Then it started pouring.

“Grab my hand Bert,” Mary held her hand out to him.

Bert took her hand. Then he came nearer hugging her protectively. As they held each other shivering in the rain they were back in front of her home. The rain pours, lightning struck, thunder roared, and they were surrounded by their parents and other adults from The Long Ago.

End flashback

But soon it was forgotten by all but me and Bert. Bert just got more handsome as we grew up together. He was very popular dating many women including Mavis, Sybil, Prudence, and Gwendolyn to my chagrin. 

But being practically perfect in every way I ignored my feelings that some might have considered jealousy.  All the while I kept my eye on that silly boy, for his own good of course. It had nothing at all to do with his growth spurt and chest that looked like a nice place to rest your head on a summer’s eve. 

Flashback

As she prepared to head home she thought, That boy is just plane…

“Hey, Mary.” He acknowledged as he exited the college library seeing her astride her pink bicycle with her basket full of fairytales.

[enkisstories]

Just like them (part 4)

Still November 16, 2038 Capitol Park

Daniel was standing slightly hunched over with his back against a lantern post. In Raj’s worn out sweater that was a few sizes too large for him and his expression switching erratically between stiffling back tears and radiating searing hatred, the deviant was looking just like another homeless taking a breather between… whatever it was that homeless humans were doing.

The android’s gaze went over Capitol Park; he was taking in the scenery, but feeling nothing. Maybe history had been written at this place, or at least events  that had prepared history getting written had occurred here. But even so, what did history mean to Daniel no-longer-Phillips? It was in the past. Like his old life.

All the places inside me that used to be wolf are empty and the stars haven’t filled up them yet.

The quote had come unbidden to Daniel’s deviant mind. The line came from one of Emma’s favorite animated movies, a fantasy flick about elves that had blood-bonded with wolves to survive on a hostile world they had crashed on in their magical palace. The movie had been all the rage in 2037.

Stars…

Daniel raised his head. A few determined stars were piercing through Detroit’s urban dust cloud. They were flickering as if uncertain if winking out wasn’t the better option.

Yeah, suckers. I have no idea why I’ve come here tonight either.

The idea had been sound, though… One couldn’t go through life in an old sweater of one’s downstairs neighbor and playing a video of the past in one’s head all the time. Striving for redemption meant you had to devote your life to making the world around you as positive as possible, not to make yourself feel as miserable as possible. That sounded uplifting in theory only. In practice no one told you how to achieve those feats. No one ever told you anything. Alone… always alone. Alone with the anger. Anger at the Phillips family. At himself. At the cruel fact that “the Phillips family” and “himself” had always been two different things and that he just hadn’t gotten that. A good chunk of Daniel’s anger also got directed the Rasoya family’s way. The humans had donated some old clothes and pocket money, but then sent Daniel out to “live” and “get it over already”.

Easy to say for them! To the world three months had passed since the kidnapping and the human family was wondering why Daniel hadn’t made any progress at all since then. How hard was it to understand that he had spent those months deactivated? That no time had passed for the android? From Daniel’s perspective his first encounter with Connor had happened the day before yesterday. And, come to think of it, the second one, when Connor had interrogated the PL600 about Jericho, felt like having happened yesterday. The third had occurred only this morning, at the DPD! That were three Connor-moments in as many days!!!

Three days ago… three days ago John had still been alive.

I didn’t want to kill you. Why couldn’t you, I dunno, just dodge my shots? Is that asked for too much?! Yeah, right, like everything. You never lifted a finger for me. And then you died on me, leaving me in this mess…

And that was when the music started, a guitar being played near the center of the square. At first Daniel thought he was imagining the music notes, but then a voice rose up to accompany the guitar player:

Timmain – shape-shifter, your people are exiles / wandering aimless, your people are lost. Hated and hunted, with fear their companion / chilled by the rainstorm and pierced by the frost…

So that was why the deviant had thought about the wolf/stars quote just a few heartbeats ago! Because he had heard the artist strumming their guitar in preparation for this song, without really becoming aware of what his audio receptors were picking up. Now that he was paying attention actively, a quick analysis of his digital memory told Daniel that the song was sung by the very same artist who had performed it for the movie. She was right here and quickly drawing a crowd. Daniel noticed a few androids mixed into the humans. The amount of shoving and getting shoved was pretty equal between both species.

Another PL600 was waving with two hotdogs he had just purchased. From out of the crowd a woman and boychild emerged. They were holding autographs. Great care was taken not to spill fat on the signed pictures when the hot dogs were exchanged for the papers. After the autographs had gotten stored and the humans were holding their sausages, the PL600 put a bubble gum into his mouth so that all three of them were munching on something. And then they took the child between them and walked away, chatting and laughing, as if they didn’t have a single care in the world. And then…

…then Daniel pushed himself away from the lantern post and walked past the family of three, elbowing the android as he went by.

The PL600 turned around and opened his mouth. His human partner dragged him away, muttering: “Let’m. Haters gonna hate, is all.”

What have I done? Why did I...? I didn’t want to hurt it! It did nothing to deserve an attack. It was cherished. No, not “it”. He! What the hell is wrong with me?!

Standing there dumbfounded, Daniel heard the other PL600 lament: “But I thought all the haters had left Detroit during the evacuation! That the hiding and the fear would be over! I mean, it’s been a week since Markus … Uh, silly me. A week is nothing, right?”

Not for humans, but for us. Humans… those lucky buggers are near eternal.

Oh, yes, Daniel of course knew all the talk about thirium being an incredible power source and how android batteries were good for a hundred years or more. And that was true for the happy community of voltaic cells, unfortunately by the time it had reached the end of its life, the battery would have passed through many android bodies, because those weren’t built to last. CyberLife had wanted to sell the newest models, after all. Even before getting shot, Daniel had felt the first age related ailments: scratches on his chassis that had accumulated over time and glitches in his software. The situation inevitably would become worse, especially with CyberLife having dropped support for the PL600 model.   Just like cars, some androids didn’t even survive their first year, but with care they could become as old as twenty, with lucky individuals surpassing even that milestone. It wasn’t fair, but pondering the unfairness of CyberLife’s business plan served to distract Daniel’s mind from the unfairness he had committed himself just now.

“I’ll be back with you in a jiffy!”

That was the singer’s voice, coming from out of the shambling heap made of human bodies.

“But for now let me see to those who are too shy to push forward! We’re all packmates, after all!”

And with these words the singer moved through the crowd towards the fans that were standing at its very edge. In fact, she was standing right next to Daniel all of a sudden and brandishing her pen.

“Uh, sorry, but I don’t…”

“Don’t have a picture to sign? No biggie! We’ve been told how tight money is for many in this city, that’s why my manager brought enough photos to pass around.”

The photograph the singer produced didn’t show her in a costume or anything related to the movie, it was a simple headshot in front of a grey background. The sheet of paper wasn’t even layered to project the signature it was to receive above it either. It was just an old-fashioned 2-D picture.

Clever bastard, that manager, dishing the cheap stuff out to the penniless as to not make the actually paying customers grumpy, Daniel thought, while out loud muttering something about having seen the elf movie with “his girl”. The bitch must have glimpsed my LED (that Daniel had to keep as another of those pesky parole terms), and is now making a big show of sisterhood with an android. That’s all there is to it! Maintaining her public image! She’s not really being  nice to me.

“Want me to sign this for her?” the singer asked. “What’s her name?”

“E… Emma.”

“Your girlfriend?”

“Uh… no. I… hate her? I’m not sure. I mean, I don’t want to hate her, but she sure does hate me now. There’s no other possibility.”

“Girlfriend, check”, the singer nodded wisely. “Been there, too, you know.” The artists flashed the android an encouraging smile before turning to the next fan. The crowd started pushing and shoving again, moving across the square like a lazy, content gelatinous cube. Daniel got moved along until the mass ejected him near the CyberLife store’s near-empty window. A few blood bags and replacement components were up for sale, but no androids anymore. Or at least not for time being. In the future… who could tell!

Daniel carefully stored the autograph in his oversized sweater’s front pocket. He might forget about it or it might become an anonymously sent Christmas present. That, too, remained to be seen.

(to be continued)

Timmain - The calling: At 8:27 here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W9NPlbTyU40

[arkhamknxghts]

Oop I got carried away anyways jaykyle headcanons

•Kyle does his best to be the Santa that Jason never had don’t @ me

•Jason: I want to cut my hair I want a change

Kyle: I support you I’m going to dye my hair

•Kyle: “which safe house are you at im omw”

Jason: #4

Kyle: where’s that one

Kyle: nvm just meet me at the bank

•late night movie theaters Jason falls asleep against his shoulder and is laying down in his lap if the seats are connected

•Kyle: wtf I only have $3.77 in my bank account

Bruce or Jason overhearing and so Kyle wakes up with $3,003.77 in his account

•Jason: Bruce did an okay job at being my father figure we can share I guess

Kyle: sure I’ll put your achievements on my mom’s fridge im sure she won’t mind

*puts jason’s drawing of a flower on it*

•Kyle picks up photography and filmmaking so he tried to film everything him and Jason do together.

*first kiss, first sober kiss, first night he spent over, first roadtrip, first date*

•Jason drives during the road trips because he’s calm and collected while driving and he reactions to bad drivers near him quickly

•Kyle to Jason at 1am at a gas station: I love your bags

Jason: I appreciate it

*kyle kissss him under each eye and Jason flinches*

•Kyle snorts and Jason cries when they find something hilarious

•Jason: so Alfred taught me how to make bacon and eggs without setting something on fire in kitchen here’s some breakfast in bed

•Bruce always reminding Kyle that a part of him is still going to be protective over Jason despite Jason’s history “so don’t think that just because he… doesn’t mean I will…”

•Hal was trying to find a reason to dislike Jason but he sees that Jason and Kyle get along so oddly that there’s nothing plus him and Jason bond over their love to annoy Bruce

•he still annoys them both about protection tho

•Hal: is Jason that good of a fuck that I have to deal with bats even more now

Kyle not understanding what “of a fuck” means: yes

•Kyle coming home to a load of take out food that Jason ordered

•Forehead kisses for you

•Kyle’s phone storage running out because most videos on his phone are of Jason doing some silly thing like dancing towards the camera at a party or other video shots he wasn’t done editing (his favorite is that one time Jason was getting frustrated at putting up furniture but Jason looked so good in Kyle’s shirt and messy hair it makes Kyle homesick when he watches it), up close to Jason covering his eyes, (this one was early in their relationship) Jason smoking and looking sideways at him with glassy eyes, Jason looking at Kyle with these sleepy googly eyes and Kyle will look at the photo with so much pride and another is Jason with a butterfly on his face which took 5 years off of Kyle’s lifespan

•Jason: can I

Kyle: YOU MADE IT FLY AWAY AGAIN DAMNIT

•Jason is comfortable crying in front of Kyle, Kyle reminds him that he loves him with snot and big tears and all

•Jason brings Kyle back a picture and a souviner from every country’s iconic structure

Kyle starts to tear up

•Kyle “I brought you a rock” Rayner

Jason “this is the best thing anyone has ever gotten me I’m going to sleep with it for the next month” Todd

•Kyle brings back books and other materials that aren’t on Earth back to Jason because he know Jason loves learning more about anything there is to learn everyday

•Kyle knows that Jason has the curiosity of a child, that’s what makes Jason so fun to be around with

•Kyle doing the upside down Spider-Man kiss with Jason when he comes back if he’s still wearing his green lantern unfirom

•on Jason’s bad days, Kyle will cook or turn the radio on at a soothing volume for Jason to feel a little better

• when Jason still doesn’t get out of bed Kyle will just spend the day with Jason’s silent form by watching tv and covering them both up with a blanket

•Kyle: do you want to get up? We can try to look up ways to make your explosions even bigger

“No thanks” in a soft voice

“Okay just get your rest tomorrow can be a brand new day”

“Thanks”

•he reminds Jason that he doesn’t need to go anywhere when it’s his death anniversary and of course its understandable to still be upset about

•Jason will force Kyle to take a break at times or just to let himself go

•convo on the couch with the rain pattering outside the window ”I miss Alex, her birthday is coming up” “I’m sorry” *7 seconds of silence* “do you want to talk about it?”

•Kyle: this piece is trash

Jason: our definitions of trash are very different

•Jason: so I found this frame for you

Kyle: you mean stole it?

Jason: no one else grabbed it

•Kyle: wtf he teaches me something new everyday

•Kyle wanted to do a cheesy ice skating date and it was fun and games until he found out that Jason is practically an ice skater mid way, leaving Kyle to throw snowballs at Jason from the sidelines because he sprained his ankle when he fell

•Jason carrying him to the apartment because “it’s only 6 blocks away I’ll be fine”

•Kyle: can you teach me how to shoot a gun

Jason: cAn yOu TEacH mE hOw tO sHoOt a gUN? What the fuck no

•Jason: can you take me to Oa? Dick wants to visit

•Kyle: cAn YoU tAkE mE tO oA? Hell no

•early in their relationship they exchanged nothing but drunk kisses at all the celebrations or parties like they were that annoying couple that took almost every fucking place to sit because they were just making out so no one really knew if they were together because they seemed like they already were ???

•Kyle makes fun of Jason when he’s driving because he’s overly cautious unlike Kyle who drives with one hand on the wheel at all times

•their first date or kiss or the fuck they refer it to was the first time they got together was some kind of mess. It wasn’t planned at all. It started from going to the cave for a meeting, Kyle asking Jason what’s to eat around Gotham, Jason taking Kyle to his favorite place and next thing you know they’re having a deep meaningful conversation in the back of one of the cars they borrowed from Bruce’s and they started to make out, Jason and Kyle had an argument of whose place is closer and they ended up going to Kyle’s hotel. Jason told himself he was going to leave early in the morning but that bitch was so tired from last night he stayed in until 12 and then they were like oh btw I always had a crush on you

(Thus is where Kyle’s first photo of Jason happened, when he was laying in bed still asleep, messy hair and all)

•weird conversations with no context like:

•”I’ll bet you that I can play the violin for $15”

“It wouldn’t even surprise me that this point”

•Jason while giving a foot massage to Kyle: your feet are the only feet I’m willing to touch

Kyle: good don’t foot massage cheat on me

•kyle: yeah he almost looked like he was never mind I’ll just sketch it out hold on

•Jason: does your facial hair grow out faster in space?

Kyle: I don’t know like *deep sigh* like it can

•*off key singing when making dinner “will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful I know you will I know you will I know that you wil-“ “you don’t know me” from across the room

•Kyle has an hour long video of Jason lip syncing Moana word to word

•everytime bruce and Jason have a small argument Hal would act like he’s Jason’s dad. “Hey lad do you want to bat with me?” “Do you want to catch a burger with me?”

Kyle: that was supposed to be me what the hell

Kyle: I JUST THINK ITS FUNNY THAT

•Bruce: this is what we’re not going to do

•Kyle: Jason get your father figure or whatever you try refer to him as he keeps talking to my mom about a Wayne industries job

•Kyle out of no where: we should go skinny dipping

Jason: WE SHOULD

Kyle: babe stop yelling I’m right here

•Kyle washing the blood out of Jason’s hair when patrol or a mission goes wrong while Jason tries not to fall asleep

•Kyle hyping up Jason whenever Jason changes anything ranges to “why are your fingers fat they look like hotdogs sometimes” “you don’t see me asking why are you the way you are though”

•”add that to our sex playlist” “ok”

“please drop me off here I’ll just call Bruce or Alfred to pick me up”

•Jason sleeps better with Kyle, like Kyle is willing to wake him up at a reasonable time depending when he comes back and will try his best to stay up until he comes back from patrol

•All I’m saying is that Kyle helps Jason and Jason helps Kyle

•Bruce once walked in on Kyle decorating Jason’s hair with shampoo, he just silently closed the door

•Jason is very proud of Kyle like he tries to find time to talk someone’s ear off about his boyfriend. He treats the stories of Kyle without the ring with just as much pride as the stories of Kyle with the ring

•every birthday they try to make their gift/surprise bigger than the last one for an example Jason thought that putting fireworks outside the window and he somehow manipulated it to catch on fire when the window is open so he thought this was a good idea

•Kyle somehow managed to get his hands on C4, gunpowder, and tickets to the aquarium

•I’m not saying Jason appreciates s the color green because of Kyle after hating it since his robin days but that’s exactly what I’m saying

•told Kyle that he green reminds him of Kyle not just being of the lantern gig but because it reminds him of how warm and hopeful it is like him

•their dynamic and timing of the relationship is perfect with each other because they’re not around each other so much where they get annoyed of each other quickly

[kitanoko]

A sequel requested by @foxxhunter44: “A one shot where momo and uraraka is a big time cosplayer and hides from the rest of the class until she runs into Todoroki at a convention with midoriya. So she tries to avoid him all day (have momo and uraraka get into cosplay from them wearing Todoroki and midoriyas hero suits)” PART ONE ENJOY! Its around ~3.5k words so its a longer read this time. Click ‘Keep Reading below’ !

“Yaoyorozu-san, I think there’re more kids that want pictures with us!” Uraraka squealed, face brighter than Aoyama’s usual demeanor, and pointed at a crowd of young children behind Yaoyorozu dressed in rain boots with dainty yellow hats, stealing glances at them once in a while.

15 minutes deep and these partners-in-crime were already the spotlight of the convention. Though, Uraraka and Yaoyorozu should really consider how awkward they’d be if they were caught.

The former Vice President of Class A crossed her fingers at the thought unknowingly.

“I really don’t think we should be taking so many pictures with them,” Yaoyorozu started, rolling her left shoulder slightly and stopped at a comfortable crack of her joints. The strap of the thermoregulator was really beginning to annoy her.

“But even if these pictures were to be published, they can’t even tell it’s us,” Uraraka did a semi-twirl with a pivot of her heels, red sneakers squeaking against the pristine floor, as if to say ‘can you deny how great our costumes are?’ and Yaoyorozu giggled.

“True. I think even my mother would praise us with our ingenuity.”

To be frank, it was Yaoyorozu’s idea to dress as Todoroki for this year’s ‘Hero/Heroine Appreciation Convention’ held in Hosu. In midst of the incident with the Hero Killer years ago, the city had decided to hold the dedicatory event as a way to remember the victims and to show the importance of recognizing the true meaning of what a ‘hero’ or a ‘heroine’ really is.

It was an annual event with many cosplaying as their favourite heroes.

And one of Yaoyorozu’s favourite heroes was the one and only, Todoroki Shouto.

She didn’t want to go alone however; so when Uraraka agreed (with such enthusiasm that one would think that this bubbly girl wanted to go all along), Yaoyorozu was thrilled beyond words.

The black-haired girl recalled asking her friend who she would dress as and immediately, without a moment’s hesitation, the Uravity heroine replied ‘Deku-kun’. Yaoyorozu smirked.

She knew Uraraka had something for him. Call it a lady’s intuition.

The week before the convention, the two girls had pulled their hair thinking of how to make their costumes. Their only option was to use the pictures of them in recent magazines, and after hours of scrutinizing their costumes in their old yearbooks while taking notes,  Yaoyorozu was able to create exact replicas.

It was pivotal that the former Vice President create costumes that would fit them like a glove.

The group of kids behind them was now speeding towards them with their parents calling at the back, and Uraraka waited for impact.

“GOTCHU DEKU!” A tiny girl with pigtails screamed and she squished herself against Uraraka’s leg, causing the latter to stumble a step behind her.

“HEY NO FAIR I WANT DEKU TOO!” Another girl cried out, cheeks as full and red as fuji apples, and she too hugged Uraraka like her life depended on it.

The Uravity heroine patted both of their heads as their mothers rushed to apologize at the inconvenience.

“Miss, I think you look really good as Shouto.”

Yaoyorozu’s eyes darted away from Uraraka and looked down. A boy with a baseball cap stood there, tugging slightly with his chubby fingers at the side of Yaoyorozu’s pants.

“Thank you, all of you kids are simply adorable!” Yaoyorozu beamed.

“How did you get your hair to be two colours like that? How did you draw the scar?”

Uraraka stifled a laugh. “This boy is asking the real questions.”

“Well,” Yaoyorozu began, taking a deep breath as she side-eyed Uraraka, “like my friend here, I’m using a wig. And for the scar, I had to use lots of face paint for it.”

The girl crouched down at eye level with the little kid, “You seem really interested in my costume.”

The kid’s eyes sparkled with imagination. “Ya! I want to dress up as Shouto for next year! He’s so cool!”

With a wide, toothy grin, Yaoyorozu nodded at the kid’s words holding more than a modicum of truth.

“Of course! Shouto IS really cool! Have you ever met the real Shouto?”

“Yea! Just now!”

Realizing what he said, Yaoyorozu forced a nervous nod and from the corner of her eyes she could sense Uraraka’s unease.

This was bad. Really bad.

“And do you mean just now as in….?” Yaoyorozu tried to pry some more, back slouching forward closer to the boy and he twisted his body towards the food court beside them.

“There, near the hotdog stand! Hero Deku was there too! I think they would like to see how cool your costumes are!”

Oh, no no no no no. This was not happening AGAIN.

At least not until they had a chance to get back at the boys for making a fool of themselves years ago! Fine; maybe they did sort of pull their own leg that time.

“Why don’t we take a group picture and leave these nice ladies to their day,” one of the parents suggested and she fished out her phone from her Kate Spade satchel. Probably from this season, Yaoyorozu had thought but she had to mentally slap herself. This was no time to be thinking about fashion lessons from Uwabami-san!

“1,2,3, SAY CHEESE!”

“CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!!!!!!!” The kids spat out and Uraraka felt her throat turn dry.

“We have to get. Out. Of. Here.” Uraraka muttered through gritted teeth, still smiling for the second or third shot. At this point, she had lost count how many photos they’ve already taken.

The parents and the children waved their goodbyes after deeming their photos Instagram-worthy and the two were left to their own devices again.

Yaoyorozu clicked her tongue, and in a rather low whisper, she said, “Uraraka-san, I think you’re right earlier. Our costumes should be good enough to fool them. Todoroki-san and Midoriya-san would have no idea if we keep our distance. Plus have you seen ANYONE recognize us?”

“Are they really that oblivious? I feel like they would see through it by our voices!”

“Okay then we won’t talk. Simple.”

“But our body language…..everything, I just feel like we’re digging our own graves! They know us so well. I mean, we were in the same class. We practically saw each other 24/7!”

Maybe for you, Yaoyorozu wanted to say, Todoroki-san and I absolutely do not spend that much time together. Well I guess we did eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. On most days. And we did used to study a lot together….there’s also the time when Todoroki-san—

Her thought was a whirling machine on its own.

Uraraka gave her friend a shit-eating smirk as if she knew what she was thinking and Yaoyorozu instantly focused elsewhere.

“Anyway,” Yaoyorozu cleared her throat, noticing another crowd of overly zealous children heading their way, “let’s just keep ourselves out of attention, if we can. That way we wouldn’t be as conspicuous.”

Uraraka nodded, scratching irritably at the itchy green wig she had on her head, the other hand smoothing the edge of the green hoodie. The girls exchanged glances, shifting their positions, both knowing they had to walk fast and stride towards the busy gift shop to hide before the kids could get to them.

They could hear the music blasting through the speakers and see the idle curious touching the displays with ‘please don’t touch’ signs plastered in front as they darted to their escape, when all of a sudden, the kids that were presumed to be targeting them ran past the two faster than Bakugou could spit out “motherfucker”.

“I guess we’re safe!” Uraraka rejoiced. The two heaved in relief, exhaling just when two figures caught their utmost attention.

Speak of the devil.

“Deku please sign my teddy bear!”

“I want Shouto to hug me!”

“NO, I WANT DEKU TO HUG ME.”

“Okay, Sarah we talked about being nice, remember?”

“But Papa, Billy is taking Shouto all to himself!”

Dark blue coloured flannel , a plain v neck tee, with the signature deadpan stare. Todoroki was bent down, accepting a bag of gummies from one of the petite girls. Was that a genuine smile for the kids? Yaoyorozu was quite eager to see more of where that smile was coming from.

Deku was on the outskirts of the crowd, already carrying one kid on each arm, tongue stuck out and making silly faces for the camera. The kids on his arms looked ecstatic, as if they won a lifetime supply of Reeses pieces and more.

The girls heard more of their conversations.

“Are you good friends with Uravity girl? She’s my other favourite heroine.”

Midoriya put down the two kids and quickly became flustered, hands hiding his shaky lips, “We-we are! Of course!”

“But best friends? Like the type of friend who you want to be with forever?” The asker of the question pulled a lollipop out of her pocket. “If you answer me, I’ll give you this.”

Was Midoriya that easy to bribe? And by a kid?

“It’s nice of you to offer me a lollipop, but please keep it,” Midoriya started, resting a hand at the back of his neck, face beet red, “Uravity and I are the best of friends. There’s no one else that can replace her. But I haven’t seen her in a while. I guess…I miss working with her.”

True. After graduation, only a few get-togethers were organized. It was only during certain missions were they able to really see each other, and most of the time, they would be too busy to catch up on each other’s lives.

Hearing such honesty caused an indescribable, nonplussed singe deep in Uraraka’s gut. She had missed him too.

“And who’s your favourite heroine?” Todoroki asked a girl who was snuggled in her mother’s hold. It looked like they had been having a pretty good conversation for a while now.

Yaoyorozu’s ears perked up at the sound of his voice. The warmth of his husky tone had been forgotten and she didn’t know how much she yearned for it until now.

The little girl thought for a second and gestured with a wave of her hand at a poster exposed behind a column.

Yaoyorozu felt her heart pound a few beats faster; it was a giant image of her representing the UA Alumni Counsel. She didn’t even realize that it was there on full display in all its glory.

Todoroki’s lips tugged into a warranted grin.

“Creati, huh.”

The little girl nodded fervently. “Shouto, you know Creati?”

“Yeah. She’s someone I admire. I guess you and I both like the same heroine.”

Li-li-like?!

Did he just say LIKE?

Her arm swayed a little at his words and felt her right hand clench hard on the zipper at her chest.

“Yaoyorozu-san, are you alright?” Uraraka eyed her with concern and Yaoyorozu mumbled a confirmation, feeling a hit of tunnel vision.

The girl beside her began toying with her green wig before speaking.

“You’ve got to be joking!” Uraraka’s eyes were as round as her slacked mouth. “What the heck are the chances that Deku-kun and Todoroki-kun are here? It’s like someone’s playing a prank on us!”

Yaoyorozu sighed and grabbed both of her friends’ shoulders, forcefully spinning her around.  The red Nikes Uraraka was wearing were untied and she herself was aching to fix the zipper on her white rubber boots but that seemed monumentally unimportant at the moment.

“We have to surmise the situation,” Yaoyorozu said, suppressing her nerves, “There’s an exit a few steps away. Keep calm and carry on. We’ll just take it in stride.”

How many of these expressions does this girl have? Uraraka was itching to ask before being urged towards the doorway. This was a habit that the former Vice President would often get called out on when she was anxious. Almost everyone knew that she would spew out random idioms whenever she was embarrassed.

“LOOK, THERE’S ANOTHER SHOUTO AND ANOTHER DEKU!” A voice shouted behind the two and they didn’t dare look back. These kids were too observant for their own good.

The two began shuffling forward faster, dodging an elderly woman here and a convention staff there before a strong hand tapped Uraraka’s shoulder. They froze.

“Hey your costumes are great! How’d you make them look so real?” Midoriya started, hand dropping back to his side. By the sound of it, he still had no idea who their real identities were.

Uraraka was facing downwards and so was Yaoyorozu.

Nonetheless they knew this was the end of the line.

“If you don’t mind, Shouto and I would love to take a few pictures with you. Only if you want to of course.”

Biting her lips, Uraraka turned around. This was the first time Midoriya and she had been this close in proximity in the past half a year.

He seemed baffled.

“You two look…familiar,” he began, eyebrows knitting together, “do I know you?”

Yaoyorozu and Uraraka reverted their gazes towards each other, and finally the former spoke.

“You’re too naïve! We definitely don’t know each other.” Yaoyorozu tried to lower her voice and mentally tapped herself in the back for being so steady.

Except here comes Todoroki Shouto and he was her only weakness.

“I think we should go now, sorry, no pictures today!” Yaoyorozu fixed her thermoregulatory strap and pulled hard at Uraraka’s arm.

Abruptly, her feet stepped on Uraraka’s loose shoelaces and slipped, losing traction as the Uravity heroine tripped on her own leg, both falling over, almost knocking down the faux-Lemillion in front of them.

“Ow,” Uraraka winced, one eye closed as she felt a brush-like material fall over her head as she began to stand up.

Shit. The wig.

The brunette noticed her friend still lying on the ground. She was also wigless, thick black hair glossing over her shoulders, petrified as the boys reveled at what just happened.

Todoroki was the first to make a move, arm extending over at Yaoyorozu’s lying form which was less than comfortable.

She was speechless, but she accepted his hand.

Silence. Except for those around who whispered something along the lines of “hey is that Creati and Uravity?” “I’m not sure but it looks like them?”

Todoroki still hadn’t let go of her hand.

“Yaoyorozu, I knew it was you when you called us naïve.”

She sulked.

“I hope you didn’t hurt yourself,” Todoroki sounded quite genuine this time around but something told her he wasn’t finished.

“I’m fine, I was just clumsy and stepped on Uraraka-san’s laces.”

“So it wasn’t the heaviness of the thermoregulatory as I suspected. It looks very real. Good job.”

Yaoyrozu wanted to roll her eyes but felt her conscience reminding her about manners, and choose to bite her bottom lip instead. She indicated at the metal add-on of her costume, “I made this with a thick sheet of aluminum so it’s not a bother at all.”

“I see.”

Yaoyorozu huffed at his teasing smirk which was oddly captivating. Todoroki reached over to smooth out a piece of hair behind her ear, and she pursed her lips in defeat.

“I still kept the picture of you in my hero suit back when we were in the dorms,” Todoroki stuck his hand out of his pocket holding his phone.

Oh she knew what was coming. She was not going to be tricked again!

“What are you doing Todoroki-san?!”

“Hoping I could convince you to take a picture with me.” He said straightforwardly, and focused on the glint in her eyes. In response, she wrinkled her nose annoyingly.

“No way, not unless…” She tapped her chin a few times and he waited. “Not unless you dress up with me to next year’s convention.”

“That isn’t something I can promise you. One year away is quite far.”

Dammit, he’s right. It would be unreasonable of her to ask for that.

“But I will say yes for now. For a while now, I wanted to meet you but I think I had gotten the wrong number. Every time I text you, it wouldn’t send.”

Yaoyorozu gulped.

“I changed my number and I forgot to tell you, my apologies!” She replied sheepishly. Had she been missing out all the chances she had for Todoroki Shouto to ask her out for coffee or whatever he had in mind?

Stupid, stupid Yaoyorozu! Why didn’t I text him first?

She put her arms behind her and he said, “That’s alright, just remember to give it to me this time.”

Midoriya on the other hand was fanatical over Uraraka’s incredible costume and makeup.

“I swear those freckles are on the exact places. And wow the material is identical? This…is crazy!”

He stepped closer to study her face though he took a step back immediately when he realized how awkward he was being.

“Well, I did take around 4 hours putting this together with Yaoyorozu-san,” Uraraka announced, sounding proud, “it’d be sad if we didn’t at least have most of the details correct.”

The green-haired boy darted his eyes away as if wanting to tiptoe around the topic, but in the end he insisted.

“I think I’m just surprised, but really happy, that Uraraka-san chose to dress up as me.”

The girl began chuckling heartily, “and why would that be? Deku-kun had taught me so much! You’re not only the role model of these kids but for me as well!”

At that Midoriya’s infamous ramblings set off. “Urarakasanyou’retoonicetome, IfeelthatIstillhaven’tprovenmyselftoyouand—“

“Relax, Deku-kun!” Uraraka slapped both of her hands against his flushed cheeks and he snapped back to reality. “You haven’t changed one bit!”

Except for maybe being taller than me by a whole foot.

“I guess I really haven’t changed much.” Midoriya guffawed. “And that’s a good thing?”

“Yupp, that’s a great thing!” Uraraka beamed.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Todoroki barged in, causing Yaoyorozu to hold in a giggle, “Could you take a picture of Yaoyorozu and I.”

Way to ruin my moment Todoroki-kun, Midoriya thought. Nevertheless, he took the phone and helped them anyway.

At this point, the passersby would occasionally take pictures of the four, but opting to not intercept their conversation.

In front of the phone, Todoroki was as oblivious as ever, holding onto Yaoyorozu’s shoulder with a tight grip, as if she’d fly away if he hadn’t.

Uraraka could only silently cheer for her flustered friend who was squished between Todoroki’s iron fist and his rock hard chest.

“Uraraka-san, let’s take one too… to….commemorate?”

“Sure!”

Midoriya scoffed at how nerdy he just sounded but oh well. People use the word ‘commemorate’ on a daily basis…right?

“Stand closer together,” Todoroki deadpanned as he aimed his phone at the two, and Midoriya shifted one millimetre closer to the girl beside him, acting as stiff as a boulder.

Uraraka quickly pulled him to her by his waist, “Come on, Deku-kun!”

Yaoyorozu gasped at her friend’s boldness. Something she had to remember to learn from Uraraka.

Right before Todoroki snapped the photo, Midoriya flipped her bunny-eared hoodie over Uraraka’s head, making the latter squeal a little.

“Take a look at it,” Todoroki handed his phone to Uraraka and the green-haired boy followed suit, still waddling over like he just did the impossible. “If they aren’t good then I’ll take some more.”

Yaoyorozu walked over, amused at Midoriya’s distance.

“They’re cute, aren’t they?” She chortled, voice low in a whisper, and Todoroki ran a hand through his hair, looking incredulous at the couple in front of him.

“Yeah, I guess so. But my sis thinks we fit well too.”

Did she hear him right?

“Huh?”

Todoroki crossed his arms and repeated without hesitation, “My sis, Fuyumi, says that we fit well too.”

Yaoyorozu nodded, “AH! Midoriya-san and Todoroki-san do fit well! I agree!”

He saw her subtle attempt at fixing the zipper at the front of her navy costume and he kept his eyes forward.

“No, she meant you and me.”

“What?!”

The black-haired girl accidentally zipped it all the way to her neck and choked at that moment.

“Todoroki-san and I ?!”

The boy watched her as if she had lost the intelligence that she was so famous for.

“Yes. Us. You and I. Is something wrong about that?”

He seemed worried at her reaction and she shook her head without delay.

“Of course not! I agree! In fact, I think so too! Re-remember that commercial we did for Vidal Sassoon?”

Oh god what was she saying? She was making a fool out of herself!

“Yes I remember.”

Yaoyorozu gulped at the way he was concentrating on her but continued, “Well, my mother loves it! She recorded it and everything, I guess my point was—“

“I hope we can do more commercials together too. Shoots. Stuff like that. I think I can get that arranged.”

Todoroki sent her a reassuring glance and Yaoyorozu felt her toes go numb. He was like her Achilles heel.

He closed his eyes and clicked his tongue.

“Or I could just send our pictures just now to the studios.  I’m sure they will find you in my costume a smashing hit.”

“NO, YOU WON’T!”

“It was a ruse, Yaoyorozu. I thought you’d be smarter than that.”

She playfully punched him in the shoulder.

“Gees, don’t scare me like that again!” Yaoyorozu replied, voice high, and he watched her as she puffed her cheeks in annoyance.

Todoroki relaxed.

It was always entertaining to see her all riled up like this, and if it meant anything to her, she was the only one who could unravel the lighthearted side of him.

[80smikewheeler]

Bonfire Night Headcanons

• In one chilly November month in the early 80s, Mike, Will, Lucas and Dustin, are in a History class at school, taught by the ‘ever so boring’, Mr Whelan, as Mike calls him. They aren’t paying much mind to the lesson and what Mr Whelan is saying, as History has never really been a subject that the boys relish in or excel at. Lucas and Dustin are usually the only ones who are sometimes, intrigued by the more ‘interesting’ topics they cover, such as; The American Revolution, or sometimes, Army and Military History-Lucas especially loves this type of History. But for the most part, the topics are usually dull and uninteresting to them-Will often sneaks out a bag of crayons from his backpack and begins sketching away behind his taller friend’s-(Mike’s) back. Mike is usually half falling asleep, and is only snapped back into reality, when Dustin plays silly, yet entertaining jokes on Mike, as he starts drifting.

• However, one year, whilst the boys are all slouched around a table in History- Mike’s sleepy and sluggish movements, sending Dustin slowly into a slumber; Mr Whelan announces that they will be studying a new topic from outside the ‘normal syllabus’: The Gunpowder Plot that took place over in England, on the 5th of November 1605. This certainly sparks the boys interest, as Dustin and Lucas immediately lift their heads up, from the cold, wooden tables, to look at an old, worn out, Mr Whelan, with a slight gleam of excitement and curiosity in their eyes.

• After a couple of classes on the subject, they’re all instantly curious and excited to look into it more- especially Dustin and Lucas, who eventually end up spending their afternoons sprawled out in the school library, hidden amongst many heavy, dusty, and ancient text books.

• After spending what seems like an enternity to Will, in the school library, Dustin and Lucas come up with an idea, that they excitedly pitch to Mike and Will. They suggest that since they’re all so interested in it, and have learnt that over in England, they have; ‘Bonfire Night’, to celebrate this event, with lots of firework displays and bonfires of course- they could hold one in Hawkins, as something that the whole community could get involved in, and they figure that; although it’s not a tradition celebrated in the US, it could be just a fun thing to do, and something a little ‘cultural’ to take part in. They all agree and seem pretty excited about it, so decide to ask their parents about it.

• After the boys each tell their parents about the idea and how greatly they’re interested in the topic itself, it’s agreed that since it’s ‘educational’, and they are all so passionate and excited about it, they will allow them to hold a Bonfire Night in Hawkins, with the help of themselves, Nancy, Steve and Jonathan, and of course; Chief Jim Hopper.

• Since Dustin and Lucas are the most excited about the actual explosives and fireworks themselves, the both of them team up with Steve and Hopper to shop for the ‘coolest’, and biggest fireworks available. Steve and Lucas look for the loudest, and ‘most badass ones’ together; while Dustin makes it a personal quest of his to find the most colourful and vibrant ones, knowing that his little, artistic, best friend Will, will appriciate it greatly-since he just knows that he’ll want to sketch them and be completely mesmerised by the explosion of colours in the night sky, like Will’s very own; night sky canvas.

• When it comes time to pay, the boys all end up giggling somewhat, because, Steve and Lucas have typically picked, ‘loud’ and ‘crazy’ fireworks, while Dustin has gone for the most ‘spectacular’ and ‘kaleidoscopic’ ones. -Also making sure to pick up a packet of sparklers on his travels around the shop, claiming that ‘if they weren’t going to have sparklers at their Bonfire Night, what would be the point in any of it?’ Steve laughs at this, saying, “Ah, I bet he just wants them so he can write ‘rude’ words in the air!” To which, Dustin begins to smirk at, knowing full well, that Steve has him sussed.

• Meanwhile, over at Mike’s house, he and Will enjoy making life sized, ‘Guy Fawkes dolls’, to use for ‘Penny for the Guy’. They use old pillows and discarded bedsheets from Karen’s airing cupboard, being sure to check with her first that they are usable-wanting to avoid being shouted at for using, ‘the wrong ones’.

•Mike bundles them all together, and carefully arranges them, in the shape of a person, which he then hands over to Will, to paint their faces on, considering Mike knows he’d be hopeless, at trying to paint them, feeling that his talented, best friend, would do a lot better job than he could.

• Will takes great pleasure in this task, often giving them, ‘silly’ faces, complete with long moustaches and shaggy hairdos, to which Mike can’t help but giggle at this, and praise Will for the amazing job he’s done.

• Every so often, they stop for breaks in between; stuffing and arranging the pillows and bedsheets; and painting the faces onto them, for a snack-which Joyce insists on giving them, even after Mike has complained to Will many times, that he thinks, ‘his stomach may explode!’ She brings out warm milk, and cookies- knowing it’s her son’s favourite.

• They sit and snack for a while, chattering amongst themselves, and the conversation turns to how talented Will is at drawing and art in general. Mike telling him, that his pieces belong in museums and art gallery’s, they are that good. Will’s cheeks begin to burn, and turn the darkest colour of crimson, which he’s glad his mum didn’t see-since she’d go on about it, all night, after Mike had gone home-knowing of her son’s, little, adorable crush on his best friend, and this only embarrasses little Will further. However, when Will nervously looks over to Mike, to see if he’s noticed his change in colour, he sees that Mike is looking down. When he asks Mike about why he looks displeased all of a sudden, Mike sighs in a way that really makes Will feel a small pang of sadness; as Mike admits, with a heavy weight in his voice, and his shoulders slumping, that he wishes he was good at something like Will was. Will fiercely INSISTS,with a passion in his eyes that Mike is beyond talented at many things, such as his enigmatic and compelling storytelling skills, and that he is the most; caring; amazing friend, in all of the world to him, to which Will suddenly feels warm and fuzzy, at seeing a little glimmer of light, emerging it’s way out of his deep, dark brown eyes, and a widening smile, glazing his, peachy-pink lips. Mike instantly feels better at his best friend’s remarks, in a way that he realises, nobody else can ever do. He smiles again, at the thought of this, and nudges Will’s shoulder, in thank you, and playfulness-both of them feeling an unusual, warming sensation in their stomachs as Mike did so.

• Afterwards, while they are waiting for Steve, Dustin, Lucas and Hopper to get back from the store; Karen and Joyce decide to bake gingerbreads in the oven with the both of them, as a way to pass the time, and have some fun, while doing it. Mike and Will decorating them with the most vibrant food colourings and icing sugars, creating a ‘firework effect’ on the tops of each of the gingerbreads, to eat with the others when they get back.

•Will ends up getting flour on his nose, which Mike thinks is the most adorable thing in the world, and when he tries to wipe it off Will’s nose-gently licking his finger and rolling his jumper over his hand, to scrub it away; Will thinks that he is trying to put flour on his nose, rather than take it away, flinching back from his friend’s grasp. This erupts into a small, flour fight in the kitchen, between the both of them, with both of them, chasing each other around the kitchen, pelting flour at each other playfully. As much as Karen and Joyce try to shout at the mischievous boys to stop, at seeing the state of the kitchen, they both can’t help but burst into fits of laughter about it all, when Karen accidentally gets ‘lightly sprinkled’, by one of Mike’s throws-everyone suddenly freezing for a moment, as Will slowly turns his eyes to Mike, giving him the ‘ohmmm’ look and trying to control an outburst of laughter. As soon as the four of them are broken out into fits of laughter in the kitchen, over the sheer mess of the place, the others come back from their shopping trip- with Dustin immediately dropping the carrier bags on the floor, with a thud, and running in to join in the flour fight. However, on doing this, Dustin slips on the shiny, waxed floor, that’s practically snowed in with flour, and soon the entire house is in states of uncontrollable laughter. Mike thinking that if anyone walking past the house, can hear all the laugher that is coming from inside, they probably would call the police or something!

• Nancy, Steve and Jonathan all venture out into the woods on the foggy, eery afternoon, to collect firewood for the bonfire.

• Steve, being the natural joker that he is, picks up a smallish, but slightly pointed stick, creeping up behind an unsuspecting Jonathan, and lightly prods him on the bum, saying ‘boop’, in a girlish, high-pitched tone, as he does so. Nancy falls into a barrel of laughter at this, jokily shouting, “Steve!” in a playful manner. Jonathan laughs too, and jovially pulls Steve’s jumper over his thick head of hair, and the two end up playfighting in the woods. Nancy rolling her eyes at how, ‘immature’ they both are. They collect a large haul of firewood and lug it back to the Byers for the bonfire.

• In the final preparations, Joyce decides to take the boys shopping for marshmallows, to make s’mores with, and allows them to each pick out a selection of ‘goodies’ at the supermarket, to snack on while watching the display, making sure to purchase plenty of hotdog buns and burgers for the night, since the boys’ ‘little’ Bonfire Night plan, has turned into something that the entirety of Hawkins has heard about, and have decided to join in the festivities, over at Hawkin’s Middle School, whereby, some persuading from Mr Clarke to the headteacher, the school agreed to let them hold it on the sports field, out back.

• Dustin is sure to steer Joyce in the right direction of what type of food they should get, and what would be the best snacks and goodies to buy, in what he calls, his, ‘expert opinion’. This gives Joyce a good giggle to herself, and she agrees, practically getting dragged around the aisles, by an eager and excitable Dustin, insisting that everything they come across is a ‘must have item’!

• The boys end up having a shopping trolley race, switching their teams up for a change-with Mike and Lucas on one trolley together, and Dustin and Will on the other. They take turns in who pushes who, drawing twice-resulting in a ‘tiebreaker’ race up the aisles of the shop, crappy running towards the end of the shop at crazy speeds. -Will’s head, bobbing up and down violently, as Dustin puts all in his effort and force into powering the trolley.

• They get halfway down the aisle, when they are suddenly cut short, by an angry memeber of staff, shouting at them, after Dustin accidentally, crashes Will into a stand of toilet rolls, bringing the entire display, tumbling down-each roll bouncing off the top of Will’s head, causing him to make a ‘hilarious’ sound as each one falls, forcing Dustin to snort, as he tries to hold in his unstoppable laughter. Will isn’t hurt, and they all find the entire thing, absolutely hilarious, as Joyce pulls them all out from the shop, before they can do any more damage. Dustin still insists that if they hadn’t of run into that toilet roll stack, he definitely would of won.

• When it’s time for the display to begin, everyone gathers on the sports field outside and some of the smaller kids, sit on the squelchy, dewy ground beneath them, as most of the adults and teenagers occupy the stands. Everyone eagerly awaits the show, as they sit in almost, pitch black, as Hopper, and a few teachers check that all the safety precautions are in place.

•Dustin can’t take the tension and suspense anymore, and ends up starting a chant in his row, that soon causes everyone else to join in too, chanting, “Why are we waiting?!” Mike and Will find this hilarious and can’t join in the chant too much, without stuggling to breathe for air, from laughter at Dustin, managing to engage a full sports field of people, even adults, in a childish chant.

• Nancy and Jonathan help to serve out refreshments to people, offering up handmade boxes of popcorn to people, crafted by a very talented cook, Karen Wheeler. Nancy remembers eating her mother’s homemade popcorn as a child, when her and Mike would watch movies together, and insisted that she serve it up at the event.

• Will loves the pretty colours of the fireworks, as they burst and fizzle in the night sky. At first, when he hears all the loud banging noises, he is initially a little nervous and scared, jumping a little, when he hears the first few pops and bangs.

• Mike notices this and without drawing any attention to Will, slowly slides his hand down to Will’s and clasps his sweaty palm. This makes Will feel instantly at ease, the minute Mike grabs hold of his hand, and he begins to feels better, enjoying the fireworks, and the accompanying feeling of butterflies in his stomach as he feels Mike’s, reassuring warmth on his fingertips.

• Mike feels Will gently squeeze his hand in gratitude, and Mike edges his head a little to face Will. He catches the reflection of the fireworks, in Will’s sparkling eyes-illuminated in pink, green, blues and yellows, which really emphasise Will’s own emerald green eyes.

•Mike can’t help but stare at this captivating light show in his best friend’s eyes, and doesn’t even realise he is staring so deeply into Will’s eyes.

•Without even realising it, Mike whispers under his breath, ‘pretty’, and Will hears this-not quite believing that he’s even heard it at all. His heart begins racing so fast and so loudly, that he can almost hear it in his ears, as he turns towards Mike to ask him what he is talking about.

•Mike suddenly zones back in to where he is and his surroundings, immediately feeling a worrying, burning sensation in the pit of his stomach at what he has just said to Will, and realising that Will is now looking at him, in his proriffial vision, meaning only one thing…he must heard it…

• He tries his best to shrug it off, and act as though he has no idea what Will is talking about, when he questions him about it. However, Will, in a state of unexpected bravery, leans in, when he’s sure that everyone is distracted, watching the fireworks, and lightly kisses Mike’s cheek, sending Mike’s cheeks into the most dark, but prettiest shade of pinky red. A huge smile covering his lips, and his heart racing like crazy, over what has just happened.

• They hold hands for the rest of the night, and neither of them want or attempt to let go of each other.

• After the display is over, everybody starts to pack up, and herd towards the exit, chatting about how amazing and magical the night was, and what a good idea it was of the boys, to do this.

• Joyce goes to start clearing and decluttering the place, but Jonathan notices how, tired his mother looks, after spending the entire day, running around, helping the boys set everything up for the night’s event. So, he insists that she go and take the kids home, and treat herself to a hot bath, and relax, while he clears up-with the help of Steve and Nancy.

• After they finish clearing up-Nancy, Steve and Jonathan, head back in Steve’s car, with Steve and Jonathan riding up front, and much to her annoyance and grumbling, Nancy in the backseat. Steve tells Nancy that the reason why Jonathan is sitting in the front and not her, is because he has, ‘killer’ taste in music, and so has to sit upfront, to control the tape deck, playing his mixtapes as they drive along. -Nancy is initially annoyed at this, muttering under her breath, but not long after, they are all bopping their heads along to, ‘Should I Stay Or Should I Go?’, to which Steve absolutely, INSISTS, that they have it on repeat.

• Not long after, Steve drops Jonathan and Nancy off, arranging a ‘jam-out session’ for both him and Jonathan, as he’s stepping out of the car, for over at Steve’s house, where they both ‘rock out’ to Jonathan’s mixtapes together, and Steve enjoys teaching Jonathan, how to play the electric guitar.

•When Nancy hears about their plan, she asks if she’s can come along too, to which Steve responds, “Sorry Nance, it’s strictly a guy’s thing!” Nancy showing her playful annoyance at how close the two have recently got, by reminding them, that not so long ago, they were tearing chunks out of one another, but insists that; them being, ‘bosom buddies’ now, is a lot better, than previous.

• All the boys go home after the Bonfire display, thoroughly having enjoyed their magical night, and take some Polaroid’s that Jonathan and Mike took of the fireworks, in to school to show an amazed Mr Clarke, telling them it was an brilliant idea, and that Mike has a real knack for photography, absolutely should really consider taking it up, as a hobby.

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A strategy i know artist use is showing the process.of a drawing ,to literallly show the sketchs of a ilustrations. It gives you material to show while you take time to work either on a new proyect or finish the current . Theres a saying that a book have .

"People love to see how hotdogs are made"

Believe it or not people like to see the process of something. As messy as it can be .

Another option is indeed uploading old works .Those who didnt get the attention due to being covered by otber works or just because you like it.

Anothet thing you can do is show a bit per day . Whit this i mean you can share small things of your work.

Silly sketches .a picture of a pen on a sketch .markers test . A head practice .and i mean you can show literally anything , chossing on what information you would like to keep and what you would like to share. Even a silly conversation about one of you oc works, of course ,dont show to much ,neither too little

But also remember ,being presents all day can get exhaustin ,is neither about taking a wild year, or a week ,take one day or 2, 30 minutes or 3 hours ,to rest ,to eat and drink, to reestablish your body health, this doesnt meant you'll lose peopel interest but that your recharging for the next proyect

Hope this helps

my hand is still being a bit of a fuck up lol but it is slowly getting better luckly but just question really quick (feel free to ignore this if you want XD)

it is hard for me to stop wanting to upload art everyday coz I don’t want to feel useless but I do think uploading less will be really good for me so I can more easily work on bigger things~  but I don’t want my posts and art to get lost with this change~ will it be a good idea if I start to reblog my art for different time zones so it will not get lost or you all will just find this annoying? lol (like for example if I upload art in the evening so to reblog it in the morning)