#hoh wild answers

[houseofheroesau]

hello Links!! (i suppose this question is to any of you XD)

favorite season?

Time: Winter, I suppose, if I have to choose. There's something serene about the quiet stillness that snow brings to the world.

Sky: Autumn. I love how colorful the leaves become! I like spring, too, but it tends to make my allergies act up a little.

Wild: Don't really have one. Though in winter, snow makes for excellent shield surfing... Then again, nothing beats roasting food over a campfire on a cool night...

Twilight: Hmm...probably winter. It's not a good time for farming, but there's nothing like running through a snow-covered forest as a wolf. And being covered in fur, I don't get cold!

Warrior: I'd say spring. I'm not a fan of the cold, and the humidity messes with my hair. And the bugs...eugh.

Wind: Summer. All the cold months can kiss my-

[officialhouseguest]

kinda wild that when jag thought they had fewer numbers he wanted to throw the HOH but now that he finds out more people are on board he wants to play. it’s like when you do all the math wrong but still get the right answer.

[bharv]

all of them for the durgetash asks >:) (i'm just kidding. actually 1, 11, and 13)

Thankyou! Answering these durgetash creator asks

Your hottest Durgetash take. The kinda heat Gortash had to endure in HoH. (But be respectful about it fellas, this means everyone)

I've got this one multiple times so I'm going to keep answering this until I run out of hot takes lmao but hot take number one is that they cannot ever, ever truly be a couple in the way a couple realistically functions. The moment they find any true accord they have failed their gods and their purpose and will be disposed of. I think I really push the line of intimacy with them, and even think sometimes I go way too far.

11 already answered!

13. What's your personal favourite flavour that you find yourself gravitating towards? Not necessarily what sort of stuff you publish or smth, but what you personally consume like a starving man in a desert and rotate in your brain? The kinky shit, the domestics, the gore and horror attached to them, star crossed lovers vibes?

My personal favourite is when it's two immovable forces meeting each other and clashing head on. @lamortwrites Labrys and Gortash is probably my favourite ever because it's that kind of absolutely deadly meeting point of egos and one-upmanship that I go absolutely nuts for. Yeah, they have sex kind of, but it's the push and pull of the violence they inflict on each other that drives me wild. They're in a war, not a romance. They're in an obsessive spiral that taps into both of their most base needs and I ADORE it. When I first read it I was so absolutely wild for it and just posted on here in the wild before I found Ais!

[itsytinyspiders]

(Part 14)

Masquerade!

Oh, is that another wild Albert I spy?

I think this is the first time one of the main cast members participate in the transition dances.

And he’s not alone!

I’m not sure if this is a change or not, but how did Albert convince the Prince of Wales to make the “Lord of Crime” the main event? I have questions, Lord Moriarty, so many questions.

Speaking of changes, it seems that they changed the killing mark from a splash of wine to a piece of red cloth, which would be more visible to the audience. I find the change a little ironic, because I’m pretty sure the only reason Irene managed to pretend to have been killed as well was that red wine on a black suit is hardly visible, especially from a certain distance.

Albert’s “Hoh?” gets me every time. Love that the actor made this his little quirk, but now I will be disappointed if I got into Morimyu and there are no “Hoh?” to be had.

Also interesting how Irene hands over a glass of wine to Albert. It can be interpreted as a gesture of goodwill, though Irene could have easily poisoned the glass. Of course, both of them know that she wouldn’t – otherwise Irene would not have accepted the invitation in the first place.

So far, if I were to name one thing I love about plays, it’s certainly the scenes that can be added in the background. In scenes like this one, where the main drama is a conversation between two characters, having supporting actors play out the hustle and bustle downstairs serves as a reminder of the setting. And in productions that have a bit more humor, the supporting actors can perform an entire storyline only visible to those who pay attention.

Irene here is visibly high-strung as she waits for Albert to give his answer. Naturally, she is not portrayed this way in the manga or the anime, as Irene is a skilled actress who can maintain a mask even in times of stress. However, theatre does lend itself to exaggerated expressions and emotions to get the point across to the audience.

Albert on the other hand is just chilling. “Oh yes, the government never had the intention of letting you live, how unfortunate…”

Got a secret

Can you keep it?

Swear, this one you'll save

Better lock it in your pocket

Takin' this one to the grave

-- Secret, The Pierces

Irene: What are you planning to do?

Albert: To change the world through crime. From the roots all the way to the top.

(And then he just struts stage right with overturned wine glass still in hand!)

I also want to applaud the quick costume changes thus far. After the last picture, they skipped to the Moriarthree’s discussion about the contents of the document Irene stole. The discussion lasted barely a minute and Irene is onstage again, now in her signature blue dress and blonde wig.

Love how they created the feeling of an explosion, not only with the lighting, smoke and sound effects, but also by having the 221B actors bring out some random furniture and lay them on the ground – as if the force of the explosion pushed them back.

Look at this smug, smug man. Even the lighting decided to let him have this victory.

As much as I understand Irene’s concern for Sherlock’s safety, especially after the scare she just had, a part of me just wants to laugh.

Irene: You can’t look! The government will never stop hunting you down!

“The Government”: Ah, Sherly. What did I tell you about women again?

The moment Sherlock pulls the document out of the envelope, Albert emerges from the shadows and onto the upper floor.

The Moriarthree spell out the implications of England’s involvement in the French Revolution as the 221B group (plus Irene) digest that information.

Can we just appreciate the fact that we can tell the two Moriarty brothers are only surrounding the document in spirit?

And again, the lighting!

How fitting it is, that when Irene reveals her motivations, the entire stage is dyed purple, except for the white spotlight on her.

And here!

You can see Sherlock realize that Irene is lying when she says that the government will forgive her and ensure her safety. I’m not sure why Irene’s spotlight turned green here, other than to highlight that there is something wrong with her (but why green?)

And John’s realization later too, after Sherlock tells him there’s only one person in London who would want the document and be able to protect Irene.

Also, William just being there unobtrusively in the background as Sherlock confirms that Irene is going to make a deal with the Lord of Crime.

And this shot as Sherlock figures out a plan to save Irene.

[ardenssolis]

@grandordergirl said (inbox):

"Thank you for answering my question, Rider, but..." A small laugh cuts off her appreciation. Cana tries to cover her mouth, lest more than just a small giggle ends up spilling out. "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry. I don't mean to laugh at you or your answer, I promise. I suppose it's just the thought of... Mm, I'm not sure if C-" Her sentence abruptly cuts itself off. Her entire form freezes, the sudden tonal whiplash even gaining the attention of the sphinx cub in her arms. A look of wide-eyed horror washes over her expression. Cana suddenly snaps back, attempting to hide it all away with a smile. "Ah, I'm sorry, I think I almost said something completely incoherent. Regardless, I'm not sure if anyone really even feels that way about me. Perhaps not impossible but... Just the thought was a tad funny to me. That's all." (She said too much and now regrets everything. Please spare her, Ozy.)

     HOH? WHAT WAS THAT? Did the name of Cana’s crush nearly slip from her lips? Ozymandias grinned widely, leaning forward a little with obvious mischievous intent. ❝You are not sure if…what, Cana? I believe you trailed off near the end and I was unable to properly understand you.❞ Oh how his mind was going wild with the many, many possibilities of who this mysterious individual could be. Did they and Cana’s eyes meet across a room? Did they save her from potentially being mauled by a wolfman? Did their fingers touch when they were reaching for the same thing in the cafeteria line? All those thoughts made it very difficult to keep a straight face, and so try as he might, in the end he burst into a fight of laughter, his head thrown back so that the sound could ring like a thousand bells. ❝Ahahahaha! So I was right! There is someone who makes that heart of your flutter like a butterfly’s wings! I had merely guessed, but I suppose hiding such things from me is impossible when you make it so very obvious with your questioning.❞ Heh, he had ‘hit the nail on the head’, as they said nowadays.

     To be expected.

     ❝When you talk to your mysterious source of infatuation, do you stumble on your words? Lose track of what you were saying? I am most curious about all the details, so do be sure to tell me everything.❞ He was just teasing. Cana would probably die on spot if he actually made her do that, but oh how fun it was to see her become flustered!

[so-very-small]

my dream is to be a flying-solo, self reliant borrower, but also i can’t live without modern medicine and would die if i was tiny. yes we exist 🥰

[iguessilovebakugou]

Kill the Lights and Kiss My Eyes ||  Domestic!Bakugou x Wife!Reader [ +18 ]

I’ll be honest, I’m still so confused what HOH!* is, but...fuck, I know what domestic smut is.  I guess it’s finally time I take the fucking plunge, baby. 

Congrats Anon - this is my first smut drabble. I hope you're happy.

CW:  NSFW, Oral, Cunnilingus, Rough Kinks:  Lip biting, body worship, powerplays, Bakugou on his knees, Rougher Sex Word Count: 2.8K Pairings:  Pro!Bakugou x F!Reader

“So moving forward, I really think we should start having the clients be aware of the changes before they even get to that portion of the contract.”

“I agree.  I think that way, we’ll have ample time to inform them of the changes to how we handle their business.”

“Nng, Katsuki what the fuck?”

“Do you think we should create a contract specifically for this change?  I think that might be best, that way they can’t say they never heard about it.”

“P-Please, I...I’m in a-”

“That’s probably a good idea.  Mrs. Bakugou - what do you think?  Is that something you could do?”

He had been a terror the second he got home...and he had only been home for all of 2 minutes.  

He had been gone on some sort of mission for an entire month.  The first week was fine, the second wasn’t so bad.  The third?  The third was torture.  He would never say it, never admit it out loud, but he missed you.  It was subtle ways - to mask the fact that you were all he could think about those past two days.  Letting you know what time he would be arriving, complaining the whole ordeal was taking to long, and in the moments where he could - calling you and just letting the silence hang around you.  Getting as close to you as he humanly possibly could.

The moment you heard that door open, you knew Katsuki would be...unruly, but this was...okay, it wasn’t entirely unexpected.  

“I think her connection went down again.”

It happened a lot actually.

His nails drug down the skin of your thighs, leaving bright and angry pink marks until they his hands gripped your pelvis.  With a yelp, you were tugged further down into your office chair - which was already pretty damp with his affections.  You were left a groveling, mewling mess as he continued his attack.  The knew position gave him ample room to lavish your clit with more attention, running the tip of his tongue over and around it in circles before diving back inside you.  You tried to get a word out edge wise, but the moment his tongue slid against your walls, you were done. 

“Fuck...fuck, babe.”  A shiver shot up your spine as his tongue pushed further inside you.  It reached as far as it could go, lapping at the very core of you.  Each movement drew out the most desperate of cries.  He had only just begun and already you were quickly dissolving into a pile of rather pathetic whimpers as you curled around him.  "Please, I...I’m...”

“Mrs. Bakugou, can you hear us?”

If you didn’t respond, they would grow suspicious.  You could get in trouble, you would have to try and explain why your connection only every had a problem on the days your husband got home.  You reached, desperately for the spacebar on your desktop, trying to let them know you were in fact still there.  

But Katsuki’s hand shot out, quickly abandoning your thigh and snatching your wrist.  He didn’t pull away from you, refusing to slide his tongue out from inside you.  You looked down at him, through lidded eyes.  Another moan, fingers gripping the arms of your work chair when you felt the growl in his throat, felt the words he was trying to say against your lips.  They sent shockwaves up to the top of your skull and curling your toes.  You looked down at him through lidded eyes, desperate for some semblance of reprieve.

Don’t answer it.

“...ah.”

Fuck Katsuki Bakugou.  Fuck the fact he knew just how to touch you, to melt your will just enough to mold you into whatever shape he desired.  If he wanted to touch you, wanted to drive you over the edge at this very moment, who were you to deny him that?  Without another moment’s hesitation, you reached over your chair and grabbed the cord connecting your computer to the outlet.  With a grunt, you yanked, tugging the plug out of the wall and sending it scattering to the wooden floor with a Thud!

The voices from your meeting stopped and the screen behind you went dark.  The only thing keeping your office lit was the sun, which was already starting to nestle behind the trees of your backyard.  Katsuki paused, only a moment to watch what you were doing.  His expression, while cautious, seemed...surprised.  His eyes glowed in the light, his panting now more pronounced that the voices of your superiors weren’t droning on above it.  

You swallowed, harshly.  Your mouth was dry and your tongue felt like cotton.  It was still hard to breathe, still hard to think - no hope for any sort of long winded sentences.  But he had stopped, watching you now, and waiting - for you.  He had been so terribly awful, but you could see the patience nestled in his face.  He wasn’t going to make a move until you spoke.  

Your voice was low, deep in your chest as your fingers found their way into his wild, blond hair.

“If you’re gonna fuck me - then fuck me. ”

It wasn’t a just an invitation - it was something that he loved almost as much as you:  a challenge.  His eyes turned more wild and with another guttural noise, his lips curled up into a smile.  

“You’re gonna regret asking.”

If you had any doubt left in your mind that he was telling the truth, it was swiftly quelled.  Katsuki shut his eyes and pushed back against you.  Your chair - propelled by the sheer force of him - went crashing back against the wall.  The action yanked a gasp from you as his tongue was forced further inside you, reaching a new depth you hadn’t expected.  And then it was gone.  Still, his mouth refused to leave you, his lips now wrapped around your clit.  You felt empty, only for a moment - until two of his calloused fingers slide in deep and curled, rubbing your warmth quick and tight.  

You cried out, wrapping your legs around his shoulders to draw him closer.  To keep him right where the two of you wanted him to be.  No longer inhibited by some meetings about contracts that didn’t matter, you let your cries be heard.  You threw your head back against the window, resting it there while and moaned to your hearts content.  Your neighbors would hear surely, but let them.  It shouldn’t be a secret that your husband knew how to unravel you, that the man you loved had memorized every tiny spot that turned you into a puddle at his touch. 

Katsuki’s eyes never left your face.  You could feel him watching you.  And when his fingers curled up further, tugging at your core - fireworks erupted.  It wasn’t enough to send you over the edge, not just yet, but it was enough to draw your back up straight.  Your fingers tightened around his hair, your legs wrapped tighter around him.  “Keep...that...again...please.”

You could feel him chuckle against you.  The whine came from you, even before he drew his fingers back.  His tongue was drawn over the top of you.  In another breath, his lips wrapped around your clit.  And he started there again.

In moments like this, Katsuki never played fair.  You were certain half of what he did was to torture you, while the other half was because he liked watching you squirm and wiggle under his touch.  He would never say it out loud but you knew he adored seeing you like this, knowing full well no one else in the world got to see you such a begging, needy mess.  It was his little secret to keep.  And he was so very good at keeping secrets.

He deserved to be rewarded for it.

He didn’t expect you to reach out.  He didn’t expect your fingers to trail under his jaw bone, to pull him up and away from you.  For a moment, he snarled, not wanting to budge from his position.  But then he felt the urgency and, albeit begrudgingly, he lifted his head.  His eyebrow was cocked, his eyes narrowed and his glistening lips curled into a sneer.  “What?”

You gripped him by the fabric of his shirt, tugging forward and up to meet you.  The steadfast resolution to bring you to climax quickly faded as you pressed your lips to his.  A chaste kiss at first, soft and sweet.  One more, drawing him into you...

Your teeth found his bottom lip, gripping it and tugging it back, nipping hard enough to break the skin and draw a drop of blood against your tongue.  You smirked at the sharp intake of his breath, the way his body tensed at the action.  For as much as he knew how to unravel you, you equally knew the little notions that could ruin him.  The right places to touch him to make his knees buckle, to make him chase you for more.  And - like clockwork - the moment your fingers slid down his abdomen to run over the rise of him, Katsuki’s entire being shivered, his body leaned into your touch.  

You had been with him long enough to know when the façade was crumbling to the ground.  You could feel him twitch under you touch, feel the pulse of his desire.  His hands against your thighs gripped you just a bit tighter, his skin grew a bit hotter, his kiss was just a bit deeper.  

The groan you had elicited from Katsuki’s chest was intoxicating.  You could feel the rumble underneath your skin, crawling up your veins and fogging your thoughts.  The existence of you was his drug, just as he was to you. 

You took advantage of his parted lips, sliding your tongue against his.  He reciprocated in his own way, immediately fighting for dominance.  The chair slammed back against the wall, but this time you were prepared and so was he.  You slipped effortlessly out of your chair and into his lap.  His hands, calloused and rough, gripped your ass to pull you tight against him.  He grinded up against you in abandon, grunting softly against your lips.  His hands on your ass squeezed, making sure to hold you taut against him as he desperately rutted against you.  

The waiting was turning into madness - and judging by how quickly his hand reached for the hem of his pants - he readily agreed.  It was difficult for him, fumbling with the buckle and edging the fabric down over his hips.  You almost laughed, and would have if his mouth hadn’t captured yours before anything more than a gasp could escape.  

And then you felt it: the head of him, dripping with want, press against your entrance.  One final time, you felt his eyes on you.  Behind his grunting and growling, behind his shaking fingers, he was asking.  Making sure this was okay.  If you were alright with this.  

In response, you pressed down against him.  “Please,” You begged, just a whisper in his ear.  You felt him quake beneath you.  “Fuck me, Katsuki.”

He drove up into you and the force of his weight inside of you - although familiar - always drew a cry.  Katsuki paused, only for a moment, each breath he took shaking.  In that moment, there was nothing but the weight of him inside you - every glorious inch of him.  The world was empty - save for the two of you in that office.  You opened your eyes, taking him in.  The wild blonde hair, the rough skin dotted with sweat, the way his shoulders rose and fell as he tried to contain himself.  As he tried to keep himself steady and not rut into you like an animal.

He wanted to make sure this lasted as long as possible.  There was no telling when he would be dragged away from you again. 

Your fingers ran through his hair, gently holding it to tug his face out from where it was buried in the nape of your neck.  Gently, you peppered kisses over his face - across his forehead, over his eyes, on the tip of his nose.  There was a moment his hips bucked, to try and reestablish who was in control...but it faltered quickly.  He soaked in every ounce of affection, relished every gentle touch you bestowed upon him. 

His voice, so quiet and ragged when he finally spoke, was not a surprise.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

You huffed, your lips against his temple, dragging against his skin.  “Then ruin me.”

He was up in a flash.  A moment later, your back was against the desk as his mouth resumed its assault on yours.  It was smart - seeing as you cried out in absolute ecstasy when he began to pound into you.  

As promised - Katsuki was most certainly trying to ruin you.  Your hands scrambled, your fingers wrapped around his arms, gripping him as he began to pound into you.  There was no hesitation - each thrust was deliberate, their soul purpose to drag each and every lewd noise from you that they could.  And they did.  While he refused to pull his mouth from yours, that didn’t stop you from moaning, gasping and mewling every time his cock buried itself inside you.

The sound of his hips hitting your ass with such force was almost enough to drown out the sound of the desk skirting across the floor.  You paid no mind as the pictures lining it’s edge went clattering to the floor and shattering upon impact.  You paid no mind as your phone - buzzing away on the other side - sliding off the desk as well.  You tried to keep your mind straight, to try and stay grounded.  But you couldn’t - Katsuki was too much.

His thrusts grew faster, less timed, erratic as he drew closer and closer to his breaking point.  You finally opened your eyes, looking up to see him staring down at you.  The smirk on his face was a perfect blend of frustrating and heart pounding.  You greeted it with your own smile.  “F-...fuck, babe...”

“Beg for it.”

You grunted when his hands joined in, slamming you down against his thrusts.  You gritted your teeth, swearing again.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck...” You gasped when he did it again...and again...and again.  

“Beg. For. It.”

Each word was accentuated with a thrust.  Each thrust was accentuated with a cry of pleasure.  God he knew he was going to get his way.  He knew that no matter what, you wanted the same thing as he did.  He was just going to torture you until he heard you admit it out loud.  

Just for him.  Only for him.

“I...I want you to...Fuck, Katsuki!”

“What do you- ah...”  His hips refused to slow as he let out a grunt.  He lowered his body down, pressing his chest against yours and trapping you between him and the desk.  His lips found their way to your ear, his voice low - barely above a growl.  “What do you want me to do?”

He knew what you wanted him to do.  “I...I want you to...”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, your face burying itself against his shoulder.  Your mind was staring to go blank as you dissolved into a mess of curses and moans.  But he wasn’t going to stop until you answered him.

“Cum...I want you to...cum...”  

“Where?”

“Fucking damn it, Katsuki!”

“Where?”

The heat inside you was unbearable now.  The pleasure was forcing all logical thought out the window.

“I...just...”

You weren’t going to last much longer at this rate.

“please...”

And judging by the absolute bliss in his eye, he wasn’t going to hold out much longer either.  

“I-Inside!  Cum inside me!!”

You allowed the pleasure to crash over you - the pent up frustration from Katsuki being gone for so long, the undeniable desire for him to touch you, to fuck you, to love you like only he could.  With a final cry of his name and the arch of your back, it all went white.  

You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he rode you through it.  You’re still gasping for breath, the fog he lost you in starting to clear, when you realize his teeth are against you neck, muffling the .  You can feel him erupting inside of you, grunting as he fills you.  

The two of you are panting, sweating messes; your office is in an even worse state.  You’re a tangled mess of limbs, of gentle touches and dragging nails and...

“Fuck...”  He breathes, letting out another breath.  He doesn’t speak again until he’s lifted you up off the desk, weakly lowering the both of you down onto the floor.  You kiss him once more before he slips out of you, which he happily reciprocates.  He pulls back, looking down at you, his crimson eyes flashing.

“I fucking missed you.”

So...first smut....I hope you liked it - cause like...fuck bro...

I drank tea and burned through 3 different candles trying to write this and I’m still not like...super okay with it.

Send me more smut asks - I need to get used to writing it. 

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

No more waiting around: Part 2.

[Future Foundation Getaway Camper, 7:08pm]

*sigh*

That was a pretty hefty sight, Bossman. You all good?

Yeah, I mean, I guess? Nothing’s really wrong if that’s what you mean.

Let me guess...You’re feeling pretty worthless too.

Is “worthless” not a bit of an exaggeration?

Maybe but...I don’t feel especially good...

It is pretty rough...They were clearly in a spot where they needed help, and yet we had to turn them down.

I...feel like we betrayed their trust.

Makoto, we had just met, and not only that, but we were at each other’s throats right before. Whatever trust we DID have, it was shaky at best.

Yeah...Maya gave us a bit of a stern speech before we left. I didn’t expect that out of her, but she did have a point.

I wanna help, but I trust Kyoko with my life more than I trust MYSELF with it.

No, Kyoko WAS right...We can’t just pick a fight with someone so powerful on a whim, especially given how tight our spot is. Even if we had the Future Foundation at our disposal, it would still be difficult to defeat someone in such a position as Emila Feng.

In that case, have a gander at these.

*Kyoko comes back into the camper van and drops a huge stack of papers onto the table.

Woah! That’s a lotta papers!

Four photocopied all these sheets for me. I think it would be best if we could take a look through them, since we don’t really have an awful lot else to do.

UUGH! Homework? Peegh...

Come on, let’s just look. No one said we have to come up with a definitive answer today.

I would rather play a board game.

Then go play a board game. We’ll do this by ourselves if we must.

Fine...let’s split these up then and cover a different basis. I’m gonna take this one.

Ah, those files are in regards to Fang Inc’s. market deals and the people they sell off.

The trafficking case? That’s an odd one. I thought you would pick something else, like the ranking authority list for the company. Or the weaponry analysis.

That’s more Togami’s turf, so I’d rather leave that to him.

Very well.

Besides, if these documents detail the victims and the contracts that were signed as part of purchase. There may be some record of the buyers here and let’s just say...

What I wouldn’t give to get my hands on them...

Kuripa...you’re scaring me...

Just ignore the wild boar for a moment. Unless you have something else to do, pick one.

I’ll pick these one’s about unregistered income source. I may not be that smart, but I know a lot about money.

I’ll take the weaponry analysis then. I wanna see if there’s any point in commonality between the company’s weapons and Zetsubou’s weapons, and see if there’s any weakness we can exploit.

Hm...That just leaves the war market and infrastructure history. Hina, would you like to take the latter. The former may be a little tough to stomach for you.

Hoh...Gladly...I doubt I’ll be much help in this, but I’ll definitely try...

I thought you said you didn’t want to do this?

Well, not when everyone’s doing it! Let me be SOMEWHAT useful!

Hehe...

So what do we all have so far?

Nothing key so far...

Going in with the mindset that Fang Inc. could bribe their way out of any price, it’s hard to find anything that they couldn’t shut the media up about with money.

Capitalism is the core foundation of American Society. Money equals power here more than anywhere else.

At this point, I’m not really scrolling through looking for buyers. I’m just making a game out of seeing if anyone in this book has the same surname as us.

Heh. I’ve already found a Hagakure. And a few Hina’s here and there.

Oh, cool!

Do we seriously have nothing concrete?

Not concrete, but Hina and I did actually notice something.

What’s that?

The weird thing is, it’s not a clue based on what we have. It’s based on something we DON’T have.

Look at this. These photocopied papers have the page numbers on them, so Hina and I were trying to put them in order. But we’ve noticed something for both of our files.

There’s a large gap of files missing from both our sheets. About 5 or 6 pages, and they seem to be around the same area.

Let me see...

*Kyoko takes a look at both the infrastructure gap, and the unregistered income source documents. Sure enough, as Hina and Hiro point out, several pages in a row are missing.

That can’t be right...Did Four slip up?

I’m not sure...Kaiden in particular seemed to be very astute and careful compared to the other hooligans in that band. With such a large gap, I can’t imagine she left out an entire profile.

Unless she did so on purpose?

What? Wh-Why would she do that? Everything else is here, so why miss out just that one on purpose?

I do have a theory, but to put it in simply terms...Assuming that the missing documents aren’t a result of an accident, whatever case is missing here is probably very personal to Four, and likely personal to the rest of the Freedom Foundation as well.

What do you mean?

Makoto was the only one with me at the time, but something peculiar happened while we were down in the Freedom Foundation’s underground base. After we exchanged words with Maya for a little bit, I figured out her true name and identity. It didn’t come up again in conversation afterwards and we all just forgot about it.

But I kept it to myself on purpose, simply because I didn’t want to stir conflict or mistrust between our two groups.

Wait, so you knew who Maya was before you even met her?

Given our recent discussions, I had a feeling...Then we met everyone else in the group and I was sure...

Maya Canzanilla, Four Kaiden, Hunter Rosenhall, Kouji Ito and Leona Vasquez...the 5 of them...are the missing Ultimate students from Freedom Academy.

They’re ULTIMATES!?

Just like us!?

Maya’s reaction was all I needed to confirm that it was the truth. She looked panicked. But yes, it is the case.

Maya, Hunter, Kouji and Leona are all first year students. Four is a second year.

W-Wait what? If she’s a second year, why was she in the same class as them?

I don’t believe I said that.

But she’d HAVE to be! Freedom Academy only ever had one registered class, and they never even attended the academy!

Not to mention, you didn’t bring up Oliver at any point. Are they NOT a student?

There is something they’d said back at the cafe that piqued my interest. They mentioned that they tended to flowers and did gardening as a hobby.

Ok, so...what does that have to do with anything?

One of the students registered for the first year of Freedom Academy students was an Ultimate Botanist, which I believe Oliver may be. Their name was never actually stated on the official public domain.

Of course, there’s a lot of that which could be solved via the missing records, but I think Four is intentionally withholding them from us...

And I believe that she has a good reason to. 

You think so?

One thing I can say for certain is that regardless of whether they’re lying to us or not, the Freedom Foundation, despite their quirks, are wholesome and good-hearted individuals. If they are keeping a secret from us, it’s for one of two reasons.

Either they want to protect us from the truth, as finding out could potentially harm us...Or they’re protecting each other, fearful of what we may do if we find out what really happened back at the academy.

There is a chance of course, that I’m wrong, and there is some morbid vendetta behind those guys...But I will withhold judgement for now.

Damn, these guys are way more mysterious than I thought-

*CLATTER!*

Kuripa!?

Woah, wh-what’s wrong!?

*Everyone suddenly jumps, as Kuripa lurches to his feet, and subsequently bashes his knee on the table, knocking over his drink.

HEY! HEY! WATCH THE FILES!

*Hiro and Byakuya scramble to gather the files before Kuripa’s drink can ruin them.

What is wrong with you!? Why would you-!?

...!

...?

!!!???

!!!???

!!!!???

!!!???

!!!???

We’ve got a biiiiiig problem...

*Everyone’s hearts stop, as Kuripa flips the file he has on hand around, and shows the face of the captive person on it.

SUBJECT 210407 NAEGI, KOMARU

[simpz-art-stash]

Twisted Instinct [LMK]

Summary: Mac offer’s Fang a means to survival. Day 3 - Twisted for Starsfic’s prompt list!

“Run” Those words were the first and last she’d heard as her heart practically drummed in her ears as she worked to keep a steady pace, all the while hauling ass through the woods she was in right now. She could practically feel the shadows bearing down on her, looking back might as well have been her end as she kept her gaze ahead. Leaping bounds across streams and swinging under branches low enough to give her any push. But of course she’d never make it to the boundary, even with that sliver of promised green at the end. Because she knew, In that you can’t outrun your shadow.

Suddenly something snared her ankle and caused her to clash and tumble against the ground, rolling down a slope until she hit the trunk of a thick tree where she finally came to a stop. A pained cry escaped her as she tried to make sense of her rattled brain, all the while something flared up her leg, forcing her to come to a lot quicker than she’d like. Something snapped nearby and her breath hitched, that adrenaline still in her veins as she tried to drag herself up. Only to cry out again as her foot twisted from under her, forcing her down again. A small whimper escaped her as the white spots in her eyes danced along the grove she’d been trying to reach. So close yet so far… Another noise, a shift in the shadows, and her heart quickened. ‘Move, MOVE!! MOVE!!!’ That instinct of flight and fear overtook her mind as she tried to push herself ahead. Going so far as to drag herself onto her knuckles and limp on all fours, anything to reach that boundary. Of course if it had been that easy she wouldn’t have made the mad dash there in the first place and left herself such a ragged mess. It was never that easy, especially not when he was involved.

Macaque always did like to take his time after all…

Just as it seemed like she’d almost made it,  her goal within reach by a few feet, something collided with her back and sent her right back into the earth. And she was left to struggle under the weight with a frantic cry, trying to push them off but to no avail. “Gotta be faster than that kid.” They tsk’d. Sounding disappointed. How dare he...she was the fastest cloud racer in the west!! She’d soared past plenty before, how dare he mock her for trying to escape the very thing no other possibly could but him??? “N-not..fair..” She grunted, wheezing and spitting out dirt. “Hoh? Not fair??” Something pressed into the dip between her back, forcing another cry out of her as something shoved her head into the ground as they reared their ugly mug close to her’s. “Life’s never fair lil peach..you should’ve learned that by now.”

Tears pricked her eyes as she let out a small whine. Bracing for the inevitable conclusion that would come from it all. It was a long time coming after all, especially after how she’d fought him before...it had left quite a brittle bridge between them, burnt and cracked with very little to repair. Smashed by her hand of course, as he had pushed her to…

That night had been one she’d never forget, having summoned a spark of her Dharma for the very first time in order to defend against Macaque and save her father from that horrid demon prison he had ensnared Wukong in through her kidnapping.

The look on Macaque’s face had been priceless to her as she’d beat him at his own game of surprises. Even as she screamed with rage over his betrayal to her trust, all the while watching him slink back into the shadows while her father consoled her...it hadn’t felt anywhere satisfying to her having lost what little connection she’d had to her Uncle Maca that day.

Never again however had she looked back across that bridge he’d clearly wanted no part of owning his share of…

And yet here he was, back to finish the job she never did.

“Just make it quick…” She didn’t have the boldness like her father did to stare her executioner in the eye. Then again there were many things she didn’t have of his. The strength to lift mountains and carry the weight of many on his shoulders, all the while speeding across the lands at a moment's notice. No hesitation, no fear, just the spirit of a warrior who knew how to finish a fight faster than start one. She was nowhere near those things...strong and quick, but not as much as one needed to be to avoid the wraith of a vengeful Macaque.

Just as she’d been anticipating the strike to do her in, a chuckle escaped her captor, and a flutter of something she couldn’t quite grasp squirmed restless in her heart. “Now why would I go and do that?~ When I’d much rather take it slow…” He laughed. Suddenly that weight pinning her down removed itself and she found herself staring up at that same face that had once stared up at her.

“You’re never going to become strong if you keep to the path you’re on right now...look at you..can barely limp to save your life.” His golden gaze still held that embedded fury in it. It practically made her shrink with it bearing down on her. “How much longer do you think it will be until someone stronger comes along and takes you down huh?” He squatted himself down to her level, squinting. “You call yourself a hero but you can’t even save half the people you want to…” That got a rise out of her, flashbacks to villages swallowed into the flames of greedy pillagers and demons alike. Where she was but all able to save a small handful of people from the wraith while doing all she could to defend herself from it all… “You’re never going to become his successor if you keep on that peaceful little path he raised you on…” He sneered, “You want power...you need to learn it from someone who won’t dance around you with a mercy coated fist. Your old man might be strong, but he never taught you how the real world works. Just how to sit around and pick the seeds out of fruit.” Macaque to her had always been a grungy old monkey who kept to himself and just messed with her because he had nothing better to do. Sometimes he offered up little tales of the past, even told a few mean spirited jokes but she’d seen him almost as family despite the way he shielded himself from the world. From her... “And you can?...” Fang glanced up at him, unsure in her tone. The two exchanged a brief bout of silence before he was the first to look away and stand himself up. “If that’s something you think you can handle..” He quirked a brow down at her.

Now she understood. The taunts, the occasional bouts of sparring whenever her father wasn’t around. Even when he’d stolen her away at the sake of getting back at her dad… He was just testing her, just like he was now. Only now her dad wasn’t around for her to say no.

Right then he seemed to turn away, not waiting for her answer anymore as he began to pace off elsewhere. And she realized her chance was fleeting, “W-wait!..” She called, trying to pick herself up to follow, but her ankle forced her to stumble and lag.

“It’s just a twisted ankle, walk it off. Unless you’d rather be left behind…” He warned.

And that was the first lesson she learned.

That it was every monkey for themselves when it came to the wilds.

[splendidlyimperfect]

Ooooo if you’re still doing the sentence starter thing can I request: “ i can’t believe that asshole said that to you .  it’s not true, you know.” And “you want me to punch him in the face ??” Please??? With Natsu comforting Gray???

this took a while, i can’t remember how long ago this was submitted, time is fake, i’m sorry <3 i hope you enjoy it! 

read my lips

rating: teen and up pairing: gray/natsu tags: modern au, established relationship, covid fic, coffee shops, hard of hearing character, sign language, ableism, audism, emotional hurt/comfort, me projecting on gray as usual

**tw for ablelism/audism (ableism targeted at Deaf/HoH folks) and an instance of the r-slur

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“I don’t care what Lucas says, Han shot first.”  

Natsu emphasized his point with his sewing needle, shooing away Happy when he tried to bat at the thread.

“I’m not disagreeing with you,” Sting insisted from the other end of the video call. “I’m just saying that he did kind of invent Star Wars.”  

Natsu rolled his eyes at his cousin as he nudged Happy away from the laptop. “Yeah, and he suggested Darth Icky as a Sith name to the game devs for ‘The Force Unleashed’, so it’s probably time for him to just, y’know, not be involved anymore.”  

Continue reading on AO3

Sting snorted, shaking his head as he tied off a knot on the back of his embroidery and flipped it over to study the design. He sighed, holding it up to the camera so Natsu could see the uneven stitches.  

“I don’t think I’m ever gonna get this,” Sting complained. “Yours looks so much better.”  

“I’ve also been doing it for years,” Natsu pointed out. He was about to say something else when the front door slammed open, bringing with it a red-faced Gray who looked like he was on the verge of tears. He kicked off his shoes, tossing his mask into the laundry basket at the door and throwing his bag on the floor.  

“Hey, love,” Natsu said, waving his hand to get Gray’s attention. Gray shook his head, refusing to look at Natsu and storming into the kitchen. Natsu frowned. Gray had been in a good mood when he’d left that morning, and he’d texted Natsu only an hour ago – on my way home, gonna pick up coffee, love you <3 

“Everything okay?” Sting asked.  

“No, I gotta go,” Natsu said, setting his embroidery down and giving Sting a concerned look. “I’ll text you later, ‘kay?”  

Sting nodded. “Hope everything’s okay. Love you.”  

“Love you, too.”  

Natsu nudged Happy off his lap, then headed to the kitchen, where Gray was aggressively washing his hands. Eventually he turned off the water but stayed where he was, head down and fingers gripping the edge of the sink.  

“Gray?”

He didn’t answer, so Natsu reached around the corner and flicked the lights a couple times. Gray sighed, grabbing the towel and finally turning around to face Natsu.  

What’s wrong? Natsu signed. Gray’s cheeks were still flushed, and he refused to meet Natsu’s gaze. 

I can’t fucking understand anyone, he signed eventually, looking like he was going to cry. Natsu frowned and Gray added, With masks on. I can’t read anyone’s lips and I feel so stupid.  

Natsu’s heart ached at the defeated look on Gray’s face. He stepped forward and reached out for Gray’s hand, which was balled into a tight fist. It took a few seconds, but eventually Gray sighed, letting Natsu slip their fingers together.  

“I just wanted a coffee,” he said out loud. His voice was tight and on the edge of tears. “The barista kept asking me something and I couldn’t hear her, there was too much background noise. It’s all just… sound. I didn’t understand. She had to write it down and people were staring, and I felt like an idiot, so I just left.” 

Natsu ran his fingers over Gray’s, bringing his hand to his lips and kissing it.  

“It’s so frustrating,” Gray said quietly. “Everyone thought I was stupid.”  

“I’m sure nobody thought—”  

“They did.” Gray’s jaw tensed. “The guy behind me thought I couldn’t hear at all, but he was so fucking loud. I heard him laughing, telling his friend I was…” Gray’s voice broke and he quickly rubbed at his face with the back of his hand.  

“C’mere, sweetheart,” Natsu said gently, pulling Gray close and wrapping both arms around his shoulders. Gray leaned into the embrace and pressed his forehead to Natsu’s shoulder.  

“He said I was retarded.”  

Natsu froze at the words that were muffled by his shirt. “What?” he tried to pull back to look at Gray again, but Gray wrapped his arms around Natsu’s waist and kept him close. He was trying his best to hold it in, but he was definitely crying now.

Natsu held Gray tighter, protective anger filling his chest as he ran his hand up and down Gray’s back. “I’m so sorry,” he said against Gray’s ear. “I can’t believe he said that to you, that’s horrible.”

Gray didn’t say anything. Natsu could see him biting his lip to keep back the tears and the soft sounds that came with them. He sighed, holding Gray as close as possible and pressing his cheek to the top of Gray’s head.

“I love you,” he murmured as he ran his fingers through Gray’s hair. They stood like that for a while, and eventually Gray’s shoulders stopped shaking. He sniffed and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

“Hey,” Natsu said gently, pulling back and making sure Gray could see his lips. “You know what he said isn’t true, right?”

“I…” Gray swallowed and looked back down at the floor. “It’s just so frustrating. I get so embarrassed and I feel so stupid.”

Natsu shook his head, nudging Gray’s arm and switching to sign.

First of all, that guy is an idiot and a terrible human being, and if I ever see him, I’m gonna punch him in the face. Secondly, you’re not stupid. You’re one of the smartest people I know. You know four languages, you can build computers from scratch, and you can code faster than humanly possible. You know every single piece of lore from World of Warcraft – which is ridiculous, by the way, but adorable.

Gray’s lip quirked up in a tiny smile.

There’s nothing wrong with you, Natsu continued. No matter what. Doesn’t matter if you want to wear your hearing aids or not, if you want to talk or sign, or if you need extra time understanding people.

Gray sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “I know. It just sucks.” He exhaled loudly, then looked up at Natsu. “I’m sor—”

“Don’t you dare apologize.”

“But—”

“Look, I know we’re Canadian, but apologizing for someone else being an ass and calling you a slur isn’t allowed.”

Gray laughed and the sound relieved the anger and frustration in Natsu’s chest. He studied Gray’s face for a moment – the deep blue of his eyes, the tiny scar on his forehead, the barely noticeable dimple on his left cheek.

“What?” Gray frowned at him.

“You’re pretty,” Natsu said simply, leaning in and kissing Gray’s nose as a pink flush spread across his cheeks. “And I love you.” Before Gray could attempt to deflect the compliment, Natsu added, “Do you still wanna get a coffee?”

Gray’s expression shifted into something uncertain. “I can just make it here.” He gestured to their coffee machine, but Natsu shook his head.

“That’s not what I asked. Do you want to go out and get coffee?” Gray gave Natsu a suspicious look and he laughed. “I have an idea,” he said, gesturing to the door. “C’mon, let’s go for a drive.”

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Natsu made Gray drive. He gave directions that lead away from the house, across the freeway, and into the neighboring suburb. The roads were unfamiliar but Natsu navigated them from his phone, clearly looking for something specific.

“Where are we going?” Gray asked again. He glanced over at Natsu, who just grinned at him and pointed out the window. A Starbucks sat in the middle of the shopping complex on the right side of the road.

“Do the drive through.”

“There’s tons of Starbucks back in New West,” Gray said, frowning as he flicked on the signal and pulled into the parking lot. “Why’d we come all the way out here?”

Natsu didn’t answer, just gestured to the menu screen as Gray pulled up to it. He looked at Natsu, ready for him to interpret whatever the barista said, but was surprised when the screen lit up instead. Someone with long, dark hair appeared on the screen, dressed in a green apron and giving them a warm smile.

Welcome to Starbucks, how are you doing today?

Gray’s eyes widened as he watched them sign, and it took him a moment to realize that they could see him.

Good, he replied quickly, hoping he didn’t look too confused. Um. You?

I’m great! What would you like to order?

Gray stared blankly at the menu for a second, then remembered he always got the same thing. Doubleshot on ice, please? he replied. Grande? Natsu poked him and he batted his hand away. And a Java Chip Frappuccino.

Awesome, see you at the window! The barista smiled and waved at him before the video switched off and the screen returned to normal.

Gray managed to hold in his tears until they had their drinks and were parked in the lot. He quickly wiped at his eyes with his sleeve, trying to hide his face from Natsu.

“That was Rogue,” Natsu said gently, reaching over and pulling Gray’s hands away from his face. “Sting’s new partner.”

Gray swallowed, trying to push down the lump that blocked his throat. “They can… they know sign.”

“Yeah.” Natsu brushed Gray’s hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ear. “Sting was telling me about them earlier – their little sister is Deaf so they’re pretty close to fluent in ASL.”

“Oh.” Gray stared down at Natsu’s hand in his, trying to figure out how to explain the complicated sensation in his chest. The frustration and embarrassment from earlier were gone, replaced with a deep sense of relief.

Natsu nudged Gray as he let go of his hand, and Gray looked over at him.

You’re not stupid, Natsu signed, balancing his drink on his lap. You’re smart and funny and gorgeous, and I love you so, so much.

Gray stared him – wild hair and bright eyes and the wide smile that Gray had fallen in love with so many years ago. “How do you do that?” Gray asked softly. Natsu raised an eyebrow. “You always know how to make things better.”

“Making you happy is my superpower,” Natsu said, grinning as he took a sip of his drink. “Now, y’know what you can do with lips besides read them?”

Gray raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Kiss them.”

“You’re such a dork,” Gray said, shaking his head and laughing.

“You love me, though.”

“I do.”

Gray leaned over the console and pulled Natsu in for a long, slow kiss. Natsu’s hand brushed through his hair and he leaned into the touch – into the way that Natsu always felt like home.

“Mm.” Natsu hummed happily as he pulled back and pressed their foreheads together. “See, this is why I make you feel better – I get kisses when you’re happy.”

“So you’re not just being altruistic?”

“Not entirely. I may or may not have ulterior motives.”

“And do those ulterior motives happen to involve clothing?”

“That’s entirely up to you.”

Gray laughed and brushed his nose against Natsu’s, then pulled him in for another kiss. He tugged lightly on Natsu’s hair, biting gently on his lower lip and tasting chocolate on his tongue. Then he pulled back and smiled, setting his coffee in the cup holder and putting the car into drive.

“Let’s go home and find out.”

[houseofheroesau]

And one for wild

Five minutes.

They left him alone for FIVE MINUTES.

[bbplayhouse]

ITS TIME FOR THE NEXT HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD COMPETITION!

Grey, as outgoing Head of Household you are not eligible to compete.

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Today you’ll be playing: Who said that?

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Here's how it works: We have went through all the confessionals and gathered one quote from every evicted houseguest. From Alex to Captain. The player who matches the most quotes to the most correct houseguests will win the Final Four Head of Household!

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Here are the Quotes

1)  "All of (Team Name) is very fun and interesting though, and now that there's an alliance chat for us I feel like we're really gonna gel."

2)   "(insert houseguest name) is okay so far I feel like I know him from some where but dont rememebr oops"

3)   "Who would I vote for in an elimination? We are just eliminating the white men"

4)   "who to showmance, there are lowkey so many options."

5)  "So like, at the start of the game I was like on top of my social game but then I dropped off the planet for two days"

6)   "So I'm a fucking moron is the first problem in the plan that I had, but that's a surmountable problem"

7)  "This has been a fun game, hopefully I get to come back. Well... I don't know"

8)  "Apparently I tied for first place, which was wild and crazy"

9)   "I didn’t expect to see a wand play especially right as Alex was leaving!!"

10)   "the way this house is quiet as hell I want to scheme but I feel like nothing's happening"

11)   "Honestly this just means I shouldn't win HoH til F6 since I now am in am alliance with everyone but if I do win then oops"

12)  "im betraying alliances why am I evil ? please then gaslighting ppl into thinking I’m not I’m going 2 hell"

13)  "And POV is a challenge I have never won in my entire ORG career."

14)  "its an interesting alliance yea, I doubt it will work"

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The houseguest with the most correct answers will win the Head of Household Competition!

[ziracona]

hoh I'm really sorry friend but you got Talbot's backstory kinda muddled. Some things you stated that he did, he didn't actually do for the reasons you stated. He didn't experiment on killers just for fun -- he ran from them. they hunted him. he experimented on them to find a dosage right for himself. he also didn't experiment on an animal for fun. it was dead. Vigo apparently talked about escaping and it had to do with serum. Its why he injected himself after tests. He wanted a way out.

I’m going to answer this in two parts since it’s stated in two. First, friend, I am going to have to operate on the assumption that you have very very strong feelings about Talbot and assume everything said against him is pretty much the same after a glance or something like it, because I never once said he experiments on the killers for fun. I said the Entity I think lets Talbot experiment on other killers now that he is one too as “punishment for them and fun research times for Talbot,” not that Talbot experiments on them for fun. I think he does enjoy doing his scientific research, but that aside, the above is just a description of the Entity’s reasoning in letting him do that/its POV.  I certainly never said he does it ‘just for fun’. In fact, I explicitly stated his motivation for becoming a killer was to attempt to protect himself. I have to assume you didn’t really read my post at all, or perhaps got it confused with another. I know my shit. I read up. Though it is true I say ‘animals’ when, while he canonically experiments on both rats and crows, only the one rat happened for sure before he moved on to the Trapper. Although, that’s kind of worse... Again though, I never once said he did any of this for fun. I know he injected people to see what the serum would do, in a very reckless and poorly thought attempt to escape the realm. I explicitly mention this. Perhaps you are confused because I describe him as torturing people, and he’s not just doing pain for fun--this is because torture is not limited to only pain inflicted on someone out of cruelty or a desire to manipulate them. The dictionary definition of the verb, to torture, is “To cause intense suffering. To torment”. And he absolutely tortures killers, survivors, and reanimated realm animals alike as a means to his own ends. Also, the Entity has not erased all his memories--I know the archives has some memory deterioration lore added, but much of what he did to others happened well before any of that began, and explicitly some of his own addons mention things he explicitly remembers. The Entity did of course leave him to suffer in the void, with is a form of torture, and used the medical affects of blight itself to help manipulate him. Unfortunately, being hurt yourself doesn’t excuse you from the responsibility of what horrors you inflict on other people.

For part two, I am sure my answer is coming off as a bit abrasive. I appreciate the apology, but yes, it is rather rude. Even without the lack of attention to detail. Let me try to say this more fairly though, because I don’t know you at all, and in all likelihood, you’re a very nice and decent person who doesn’t mean anything by this, and simply has deep feelings about this character. Also, this isn’t all directed just at you, but to some degree at everybody who has sent me one of these in the past, or will in the future, which I am very tired of. I am going to quit answering most of them from here on.

First of all, I understand feeling deeply about a character or topic. I understand being frustrated or even hurt when you see opinions that distress you, or seem unjust compared to what you believe. That’s natural, and even sweet. And I am all for talking about how you feel and think and why, and leaving that in the tags so other people might hear what you have to say. Even for messaging people to see if they want to have a discussion with you. It’s endearing when people love things and want to fight for them. I only describe Talbot as more interesting than many of the others, because I was not asked specifically about my sympathy level, and it doesn’t factor high in importance to me where he is concerned, but you’re not wrong that Talbot is more sympathetic--or, at least, depending on interpretation, much more capable of being written sympathetic while adhering to canon--than many of the other killers. That said, he’s also--completely in line with canon--interpretable as pretty monstrous. I don’t think I necessarily paint him heavily either direction. Simply I personally feel fairly little sympathy for someone who commits the kinds of dehumanizing acts of scientific research torture on war prisoners without a second thought, ignores the consequences of his actions, and so quickly casts his humanity aside when in tribulation. He devolves from someone who could have changed and been good, to a man who is a horrific monster and cares only for him self, with no lines he will not cross (his own words, and pre-killer even). And to some people, that is tragic. To me, I feel little kinship for the man he was before, and am simply disappointed in him for failing so easily and completely. I can see why someone might interpret his character quite differently, but my take is just as valid in line with canon, and it’s mine. 

I don’t mind people telling me their thoughts, and I don’t mind reading takes in the tags. And again, I very much understand the desire to stand up for something you care about if you feel it is wronged. But that’s not really what you’ve done here, messaging me on anonymous. To the best of my knowledge, I have never even interacted with you before. You didn’t open a discussion with me; you talked down to me, and you decided to argue with me about a topic I did not invite anyone into debate with myself. I am not an opinion blog, or a discussion blog. I am a personal blog. But still, you were discontent to not go into my space and try to scold me about my own opinions as a stranger. And you did all of it on anonymous, where there is no tag attaching anything you said even to your online persona, and no way for me to even be assured of you seeing an answer, or entering any dialogue with me. Which means that the goal, subconsciously probably since I know nothing at all about you and have no reason at all to think you’re anything but a decent person who is a bit carried away today with love for Talbot Grimes, but still the goal, was never to have a dialogue with me in the hopes maybe I would see and like your reasoning and we could talk about something we both have an interest in. It was that you felt so entitled to dictate someone you don’t know’s opinion about something they disagree with you on, that you felt compelled to leave a missive instructing me to correct my wrongs in my inbox. 

Which, well, is rude.

This is probably a bit more, uh, ‘icy’? Than is totally necessary. I really am not angry at all; I understand you probably had no real ill will towards me doing this. I just have this happen a lot, and I am tired of it, so I want an easy frame of reference to link back to for why I find this behavior rude and cowardly and an unasked for nuisance--badly intentioned consciously or not. I truly am sorry if this makes you feel bad or distressed to read, especially if you’re a younger fan. I truly am not mad at you--and I do not at all think or mean to imply you are a bad person. Everybody is occasionally thoughtless. It’s not remotely representative of character. But please don’t keep doing this to people who aren’t interested in a debate. And if you believe in something enough you want to take the discussion to someone else, sign your name to it. If you feel enough conviction to make something someone else’s problem, make it your problem for real too. I’m truly not mad though, and wish you the best.

(and my ‘if you are annoyed by this or any of my other personal opinions and desperately want me to read your thoughts on anon about that’ requirements below the cut)

It’s literally not worth my time to read anon hate or people upset I don’t like a serial killer, so if you for some wild incomprehensible reason really feel a need to see me read that and answer to you instead of just delete and/or block without a look, then either leave my $5 on my Kofi, or get used to knowing I didn’t even read it.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I have to actually get paid to not file that shit under ‘I’m not paid enough to deal with this’. 

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Loving the sailors while hating the beach (White Demon’s Love Song, Part 3.)

Series description: A new job was what the reason you found yourself on a lonely roadtrip on the western coast, ending up in the woods of Olympian Peninsula. Yet a sudden car malfuction was what cause your unplanned stay in Forks. To your surprise, there was a lot of sinister things going on under the veil of fog.

Part summary: As you spent another day with the mysterious man who invited you to stay at his place as a sign of his selflessness, you started to notice that Forks really is a strange town. And on top of that, that Jacob might be hiding something.

A/N: NCIS Forks be strong in this chaper, oh boy. 

Tagging: @missdictatorme​

Word count: 4.2 K

Twilight playlist: ✨ Twilight Crackheads ✨

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The night fell on Forks slowly, almost as if it was lurking around for some time before covering the streets. For some time, you've been sitting in a super-small cubbyhole named the 'Administrative office'. Administrative up your ass, you barely didn't knock off the brooms you've been sharing the room with. It shouldn't surprise you that you were falling asleep while writing small numbers into the boxes. You've also picked up a few phones - for such a small town, there was a lot of cars just suddenly breaking down. But Jacob sometimes even took small jobs around in the smaller towns around forks - like La Push, Beaver, and Sappho.

It wasn't even nine hours when you were snoozing with your head in your palm because you've simply fallen asleep. Also, it was weird to see Jacob walking around the whole building, checking on the heating - as if he wasn't turning the heating on in such cold. It was summer and the city was still cold as hell. And this mechanic wasn't turning on his heating system? What kind of crazy he was? The man has woken you up after ten minutes, sending you to bed - yet you didn't know that he didn't walk to bed that night. As soon as he heard snoring coming out of the visitor's bedroom, Jacob made sure the door to the small flat were locked before he ran into the woods. It was time to check with the other guys - Jared and Paul, two of his friends from Sam Uley's spent their whole day on the northern route, trying to find out something more about the unwanted visitors of Forks.

At first, the werewolves weren't entirely sure if there was any vampires close at the moment. If it wasn't just some... Re-awakening of the spirit animals. That was until two days ago - now, the whole packs have transformed once again. Every night Jacob had turned into a wolf, he growled sadly when he realized there was someone he hadn't heard before - first, it was Quil alone. The man was confused, as most of them. Both of them were praying for Quil to be the last. But he wasn't - Embry and Seth coming right the night after Quil's turning. Leah was the last to join. In the meantime, Sam's pack turned at once as well. It was just like five years ago.

'Welcome back to the game, chief.' - Seth's happy and joyful voice started to talk inside Jacob's head. As he was getting closer to the manger of the Calawah river, he could hear two other wolves joining him. It was Embry and Seth - rest of the pack got their tasks the last night and went on a watch and tracking the vampire pack. Jake could hear most of the things Quil and Leah told them. - 'We know they are here. We captured the smell...' - The leader mumbled to Seth, running along the river. They weren't sprinting because there wasn't a reason to do so. Quil nor Leah hadn't smelled the rotten tomato stench the whole day, as if the vampires had suddenly disappeared into the thin air.

'Don’t worry, Jake. We'll take all of them down.' - Embry answered from the other side. Dear Lord, Jacob almost didn't notice that Embry is there, even if he knew that he's coming. He could be so quiet at times. - 'I'm silent like death, yeah, suit yourself.' - Embry answered Jake's flow of thoughts, making a few pampering sounds. This was how the wolves were laughing. To some, it could sound almost horrifying, but it made Jacob giggle as well. Giggling, when the boys were in their animal forms was a wild combination of growling and strange throat sounds. - 'Yeah, but admit, it's strange. No stench, no track, we can't find them. It's like playing blind man's buff.'

The vampires seemed to be poking around in the woods as if they were trying to find a blind spot. Maybe they already did find some. But Charlie, when Jacob was calling him earlier, didn't report any missing person. Yet all of them were sure that as soon as the vampires find the smallest cranny in the defense, it will go down. As soon as they smell a chance, it will go down. At last, this half of the pack was on the meeting point. Sam was already sitting there, watching Jacob approaching the estuary of the Bogachiel and Quillayute rivers. - 'Keep it down for a moment, alright, boys?' - Jacob asked Embry and Seth, who were waiting in a respectful distance. Embry was almost always quiet and Seth, even though there was a huge grin on his face, knew better than talking to alphas communicating. - 'I have news from Quil and Leah. They were walking the trail up at Calawah. What about your people?' - There was no greeting needed - the russet wolf simply shook his head at the bigger, black one. - 'Nothing. It's like searching for a ghost.'

Jacob had to say, that even if he wasn't in Sam's pack anymore, he liked that Sam kept it simple - no matter what happened, Sam never gave anyone too complex orders. - 'Nothing on our part of the territory as well. We will be trying to search through the North, there's lesser of us. Would your pack take the South?' - Jacob planned on trying to search through the whole Northern region, up to the Ozette Lake. There was a lot of tricky canyons smaller rivers, pounds and the vegetation was thick there as well. There was a suspicion that maybe, this time, this group of vampires was hiding next to a water source. He already had experience with the leeches hiding in the sea, why wouldn't they bivouac in a lake? - 'Sure. I'll send Jared and Brady to Hoh Ox, Lucas, and I will go a bit western closer to Oil city. We'll gather here in the morning and give all the information to Seth so he can tell everything to the morning patrol, okay?' - Without answering the question, Jacob and the rest of his small pack got up, running through the ice-cold waters of the river.

Most of the night, it was quiet and calm - sometimes, when the silence was too long, Seth started to throw in some jokes. Most of them were pretty cringe, but some made Jacob snicker under his breath. It was almost time to regroup and set to the meeting point when the whole pack felt it through Embry's eyes. The fur on the back of his neck stood up, his whole body tensed, and growls unintentionally escaped through his tests. Just as he saw a woman standing on top of one huge cliff, looking down on him, the pack tried to get to Embry's position as soon as possible.

The animal wasn't holding anything back - as soon as it saw the woman, it sprang forward to kill her. But she just leaned her head to her shoulder, furrowing at the sight. It appeared as if she wasn't even taken away by seeing such a huge wolf. Based on the stench, she realized this wasn't just some wolf, but she hadn't even flinched. - 'Embry, don't!' - Jacob cried out just when Embry made his way onto the cliff, trying to take the cold woman down. Yet just when the wolf almost caught her ankle in his mouth, she jumped down while still studying every move the animal made.

She wasn't supposed to attack, no. Her posture was strictly curious, careful - the woman might tease them a bit, see how they react, but she surely wasn't about to strike back. She was a scout, sent there by her pack to study the animals. Sam's pack might've encountered another one. - 'Back off, Embry. She's just playing with you!' - Seth, who realized it as well, called out. - 'He's right. wait for us and then we'll try to chase her down!' - Jacob yelled at his friend and jumped onto the lake's beach, circling at the woman's back. It didn't take too long until Seth slowly walked out of the woods on the other side. The woman was quietly scanning all of them and Jacob's size certainly did surprise her. Embry was huge - but Jacob was even bigger.

'We won't catch her, no matter what we do. She isn't going to attack.' - Seth realized and started analyzing her back. At this, the woman smiled and started to lean her head just like Seth was. The pack was still closing on her, but as soon as she would feel threatened she'll simply run away. - "Interesting." - She mumbled and closed her eyelids a bit. - "We don't wanna hurt you. We won't be attacking you or your packs - we just want free access to the city, that's it." - The woman cried out. A terrifying grin appeared on her face for a second as the thought she might succeed. The deep growling came from everyone's mouth at the same time, giving her exactly the answer she needed. - "So you have chosen death. I'll tell it to the others." - And with that, she disappeared. As if she wasn't there, as if she just disappeared into the thin air. The wolves watched each other. The scent didn't lead them too far into the woods, it was as if the woman was just a dream.

Forks, 9:00 a.m.:

You were sleeping in the bed, safe and sound. Your mouth tasted disgusting, and you had a slight headache - you didn't even want to see your damn hair. Even if you knew it was just a lie, the room felt too warm for a moment. For the first time during your road trip, you weren't feeling cold. Lazily, you searched for your phone and read through the news and such. Then your eyes flought to the clock - oh Lord, Jacob had to open the workshop already, hadn't he? And there you were, laying in the bed, covered in a thick blanket.

Never in your life before, you had dressed as quick as you did that morning. Just when you wanted to run into the bathroom, as you opened door to your room, you heard snoring shaking every piece of pottery. With a straight face, you looked at its source - it was the man himself, somehow puzzled on his small sofa - his hands and one of his leg were laying on the ground, his hair was way messier than yours and also, the blanket was too small for someone like him. Jesus, he must've come back so late, you didn't even want to stop yourself.

As you were tiptoeing around the sofa, you noticed something - his feet. They were covered in soil and needles as if he was walking around in the woods barefooted. What was he doing late, in the woods, and barefooted? Was he searching the best location for a grave? Was he checking out his secret killer case hidden in the woods? With risen eyebrows, you locked yourself in the bathroom. At first, you thought he was just working late. That was it. But the soil on his feet made you insecure. Quickly, you brushed your teeth, combed your hair, and sneaked out of the flat. For a moment, you were thinking about walking to talk to Charlie.

While standing in front of the back door, you were biting on your lower lip and tried to figure out what to do. But in the end, you closed the door again and walked to the 'Administration office' to work on another part of the messy paperwork. Dear Lord, Jacob was bad with bureaucracy. In this, he was honest with you. Sometimes, you couldn't even read what was written down on the paper - so you were re-writing the text and sums on a fresh document while lamenting about his messy handwriting. Jacob came in barely half an hour after you. Yet the man was so quiet he almost gave you a heart attack as he stood in the cubbyhole's doorframe. - "Morning to you too." - The man grinned at you when you finally realized he's standing there and yelled out loud for the God's sake. - "Am I looking that bad?" - The man looked all over his body to see if there was something wrong. He was now looking way better than when you saw him laying on the sofa.

His hair was put into a man bun once more, he changed his clothes and presumably took a quick shower. You didnt know what was hiding under these socks. - "I just... Didn't hear you coming. I was really into reading your 'Volkswagen repair... Re-hair..'. Fuck, I can't read it." - With that, you sighed and tried to figure out the hieroglyphs once again. Jacob grinned at your attempts and drank a sip out of his mug of coffee. Silently, you looked him in the eyes - there were deep, black circles. Well, you weren't surprised. Sleeping on that sofa must've messed with him. Yet even the color in his face seemed to be fading away. - "Man, you have coffee?" - You cried out instead of asking him weird, personal questions. - "Uh, I don't wanna break it down to you... But most people have coffee at home or at work. You want some?"

And he brought you the promised cup - along with a slice of apple pie from Mrs. Peterson. Nothing seemed to be wrong. Jacob was working on his cars, humming most of the songs playing on the radio, while you finished the first few months of that year's paperwork. With an overly concentrated face, you categorized the papers into files, thoroughly writing the months they've containing. That was it for the most part.

Sometimes, when your ass started to hurt, you walked around the workshop, and once, you were so courageous that you took your jacket and walked into the freezing Forks. You never walked too far - but dear Lord, wasn't it cold? The mist wasn't supposed to come out of your mouth in August. It couldn't be more than 46 degrees outside, Jesus Christ. And Tacoma was even more on the North.

You've discovered a few peculiarities on your way. There was a real good looking steak restaurant, a library, and a local high school... Which didn't look like high school at all, in your opinion. For the locals, it was clear as a day you weren't from Forks - mainly because anyone who was from the North wouldn't be shaking because they felt cold. The more courageous ones even stopped you, mostly the older women living in the town just so they could brag about talking to the new girl in town. However, they were respectful and nice, always laughing at your attempts to joke.

"Huh. I was thinking about searching for you. I thought you might've frozen somewhere." - Jacob hummed from under the car he was working on at the moment. It looked like an old minivan. Oh, you'd like seeing me freezing somewhere, might as well get your goal easier, huh? You thought to yourself. You also noticed that the radio was playing the Sea Wolf song (which you've heard at least ten times since you arrived at Forks) and that Jacob knew every word of the song. Well, he couldn't be considered a singer, yet this was slightly against your care of this huge man being a killer. What killer would be singing a love song so blatantly? - "I just met some lady named Karen Newton? She was nice, but I couldn't get out of the conversation, dear Lord." - "Oh, old Mrs. Newton? She's super nosy. What was she asking you about?" - Suddenly, his face appeared from under the car as he was searching for his rug. - "The basics, I guess. Why I'm here, what's my name, how old I am... She seemed very happy when I told her how old I am." - Throughout the small talk, you've taken off your jacket and sat on the 'Administration office's' chair while looking at Jacob drinking a whole cup of super hot coffee. His eating and drinking habits were making you a bit uneasy, but whatever.

"Dear Lord. I'll tell you why is that." - The man sat on his small chair as well, looking back at you. - "She has a son named Mike. And she's trying to find him a girlfriend... Again. Do expect the boy suddenly appearing here soon." - Oh. Okay. So she wasn't just nice... She was trying to figure out if you're good enough for her son. Mrs. Newton didn't seem to be thrilled by your career choice, but her eyes started to shine when you answered her question about having a partner. - 'No, I'm single.' - You told her. That was a misstep. - "But, worry not, even though he's not on my list of favorite people, most people say he's a nice guy." - "Unbelievable!" - A squeal came out of you as you started to laugh from the bottom of your belly. - "I'm here one day and you already think about who I should date. Oh God, that's why I don't like small towns!"

Jacob smiled into his mug. He hadn't seen someone laugh so hard for a long time - and honestly, it was nice to take some time off the vampire-hunting thing to think about stupidities like dating and such. - "I just think that two weeks is a lot of time. This seems like fun." - The man mumbled and climbed back on his small assembly bed. You couldn't understand how the thing could be still standing on its small wheels under his weight, but you weren't wrapping your brain around it too much. - "I also saw a pretty dope steak house like... Five minutes from here." - Okay, this was interesting. His head appeared from below the car once again. - "Do I look like I'm looking for someone to date? No, thank you." - With that, he disappeared again, leaving you to sit there with a subdued expression.

This was straightaway rude. There was the cold, annoyed man once more. And yes, it almost ruined your day. Jacob just flipped at least by 180° in front of you, showing you the fed up man once again. It was the mysterious Bella, wasn't it? Also, who was asking him out on a date? There was a cool-looking restaurant near the workshop and you didn't want to cook all the damn time. Dear Lord, you were in the temptation to spit something about split personality disorder, but you just sipped your coffee to keep your mouth shut. - "All I'm saying is that instead of sitting there the whole time and cooking all the time, we might at least consider take out." - Well, you were firing in the same tone as he was. Under the car, he muttered out a few curse words. The man realized he might go too harsh after you.

It was just... It sounded like a date proposition, to be honest. And there was a lot of going on for Jacob at the moment - the stress of shifting again, a vampire hunt... And to be honest, he still didn't get over what happened with Bella - so even though you didn't have any idea about who the hell she was, you were right in this. - "Sure. Take out sounds good." - Jacob told you when you were sitting in your cubbyhole once again, continuing to do your job.

The rest of the day was more or less quiet and calm - Jacob finished the minivan and started to poke around with your Beetle, at least until an old man came for the car. As you got to know when he introduced himself, this was Mr. Newton and Karen's husband. When he realized who you were, he started to apologize for his wife and the bunch of super-weird and awkward questions. He promised you that in any case, his son won't be asking you out just because Karen liked you. No way in hell.

It was that evening when Jacob finished half of the first step with your car - he cleaned most of the inside, mainly around the engine, and started to make a specific list. Said list was meaningless to you since you didn't know jack shit about cars. But Jacob seemed to know what he was doing, so you just continued with doing what you were doing. When the Sea Wolf were playing for the seventh time, that day alone, you were already sure about every word in the chorus. You were singing it along with Jacob.

When it got late, it was time for you to perform a subtle observation of Jacob's behavior. Around the same time as the previous evening, you pretended that you're sleepy as hell - and told him you're going to bed. And since you got to the bed, after a proper hot shower, it was the waiting game from that point on. You've been pretending that you're sleeping and you did so for such a long time that you almost fell asleep for real. But creaking of the floor made you aware that he ended his work in the shop. For a moment, it seemed that he's listening if you're sleeping. After a few pretty convincing snores, you've heard the door creaking again and the door to the small flat locking. With your breath hitched, you tiptoed to the window, leaned your thighs into the warm hearing, and looked from the window - you've heard him locking the garage, so the only possible exit was right under your window.

And he soon came out - he was half-naked, dressed in some torn pants, barefoot again, looking around as if he was making sure that there's no-one who would be watching him. There was a small moment where your breath hitched completely. What in the world was Jacob doing there, without a t-shirt when it was still just 46 degrees there? Quickly, he ran to the woods - and he didn't come out for the whole half an hour you've been looking at the exact spot where he disappeared.

Your throat got swollen as you climbed under the blanket again. Sure, you had the suspicion he might hurt you at some point, but you knew that the fear is irrational for the most part. You've been just freaked out by large dudes since... That happened. This was making you feel very uneasy and unsafe. Who would disappear in the woods dressed like that when it was so damn cold? How long was he just walking around? Or what was he doing in there?

Could he be a killer of sorts? Was this man dangerous? Did he hurt someone before? Bullocks, you stopped yourself. Charlie seemed to be fond of the man. And he was the crown cop of Forks. No way in hell police chief would be in on this as well... Or would he? The terror was making your sleep very bad. You were waking up every half an hour because you had pretty vivid, intense nightmares.

It was at around three in the morning, you've been up for some time, when you heard Jacob walking into the flat, locking the door behind him. He was... Limbing? It sounded as if he had trouble walking straight - he knocked something over on his way to the sofa. When he crashed there, a loud sound made you aware he did so, you heard him whine for a while before he got up again - presumably to put some clothes on. Then, after some time, you heard his body falling onto the small sofa once more. With closed eyes, you've been listening to the whole process and the silence after. After another hour of laying in the bed, not letting out a single sound, you carefully got up. Deep snoring was residing through the few rooms Jacob had in his flat. You've opened up the door carefully, making sure it won't creak and stuck your head out. With a furrow, your gaze scanned the sleeping man.

Again, his hair was let down, the blanket was too small for him and his whole feet were covered in the soil. Did he think you won't notice? As you closed the door, you sighed against your will. There has been something going on in Forks - and Jacob was heavily involved in this. You decided to observe him for at least two days, to make sure he does this regularly and then... What will you do then? As you laid under the blanket again, your legs got cold and you finally realized what you had to do.

You had to follow him and see what was going on.

[spacebuck]

(YES i'm the same anon 3 times in a row, maybe even 4. I have so many questions I want you to answer, sue me) Favorite headcanons? Ideas you haven't been able to put in a fic yet but really, really want to? (Mine currently being hoh!Steve. Want so bad!!!)

U DO U BOO ASK ANYTHING U WANT

my fav hc’s are: witch!bucky in any form, that steve has been a kinky lil dom since he was old enough to know what those words meant, steve having ptsd (wild that it isn’t canon ah well) and bucky adopting cats wherever he goes

I would LOVE to fit something like HOH big steve into a fic and I need to make it work, but I also want to do something around like, nat teaching him how to be stealthy or nat and bucky doing some craft together every Friday, something soft

(steadily getting) drunk(er) ama!

[siren1song]

Way Back When

Summary: Hitoshi was not expecting to see an old crush from high school at a corner store at an hour from midnight, but he’s really not about to complain.

Warnings: Minor mention of punching someone.

Pairing: Shinchako (BNHA)

Word Count: 831

Taglist for This: @emo-disaster, @sleepy-sides, @kiribakuandcats

Notes: God it’s so weird writing for this fandom instead of Sanders Sides? But I felt the intense desire to write a rarepair for BNHA I haven’t written before because I was obsessed with Kacchako so here we are.

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Hitoshi had only meant to grab a coffee from the corner store down the street of his apartment. He had a long night of studying and being kept awake by his dad’s cat because he decided cat sitting was a good idea apparently? And coffee would help him stay awake until at least three in the morning and with finals right there he was going to need that.

And then a girl from high school years was walking up next to him to cash out at the other register and Hitoshi had to take a second because fuck he did not expect Ochako to look so good in sweats and a baggy stained shirt. The messy bun and wild bangs framing her face were something he remembered seeing often at UA, but even then he usually saw her with some kind of makeup, the eye bags he was seeing now?

Shit, even with the eye bags she looked… good.

“Is there a reason you’re staring at me?” Ochako asked, turning towards Hitoshi with a tired glare.

He was absolutely not blushing, thank you.

“Uh… yeah sorry. It’s Shinsou? Hitoshi? From high school?” he tried, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly with his free hand.

“Sir can you please pay for your drink and have this conversation somewhere else it’s almost time for us to close,” the tired clerk interrupted just as recognition flashed in Ochako’s eyes.

Hitoshi sighed, paid for his coffee and then took two steps back while Ochako paid for her own items (was that a mini bag of cereal?) hoping she’d actually wanna talk to him because yeah it was nearing eleven at night.

“Sorry I didn’t recognize you before, Shinsou,” Ochako said, giving him a tired smile that had Hitoshi’s heart thumping in a way he refused to acknowledge.

Hitoshi shrugged, popping the tab on his coffee and taking a drink before he answered.

“’S fine, it’s been what like two years? Since we graduated-”

“Outside the store please!” the clerk who’d interrupted them before called, making Hitoshi sigh and wave at them before stepping outside of the corner store with a snort from Ochako.

“So you’ve still got staying up all hours of the night and then crashing halfway through the next day habits?” Ochako asked, tucking hair behind her ear and turning towards Hitoshi with a small smile.

“I mean I’ve gotten better at not crashing, but yeah basically,” he answered, returning the smile with an amused huff of laughter, “but it’s not like I’m through school yet. Maybe I’ll get a full nights rest when I’m out.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, and fuck he remembered why he’d had such a massive crush on her in high school.

Ochako was snarky and tough and she always felt easy to talk to. Plus watching her punch the shit out of Katsuki when he said one wrong thing during finals and she was too tired to hold back had been the best and hottest thing he’d seen senior year.

“Hitoshi I’ve been talking for five minutes and you haven’t processed any of it, are you sure you should be staying up tonight?” she asked, her tone both amused and concern and fuck was it really this hard not to kiss her in high school too?

“I’ll be fine. My dad’s cat is gonna be keeping me up tonight anyway so I may as well have some energy and get shit done,” he answered, looking at his can of coffee, sighing, and then chugging half of it in one go.

The resulting giggle-snort from Ochako was honestly the greatest laugh he’d heard in years.

“Alright well, it was nice seeing you again. I’ve gotta get back home and eat because I just got out of class and I’m drained and need cereal and a nap.”

Fuck, wait.

“Yeah, nice seeing you too, Urar-” she gave him a look, “Ochako.”

Ochako beamed at him, and started to turn.

Shit, no. He didn’t want her to leave yet. Fuck, think of something.

“Uh, you wanna grab coffee some time? At not nearly midnight and when we’re both functioning people?”

Stopping and looking back at Hitoshi, Ochako blinked in surprise before her beaming grin was back.

“Like a date?”

No he was not blushing, thank you.

“Sure, if that’s what you want,” he said, looking away because looking at her grin was making it really hard not to grin back and his smiles could be creepier than his dad’s sometimes.

“I think it’s what you want, Hitoshi, but yeah! That sounds fun. My number hasn’t changed, if you still have it,” Ochako said, making Hitoshi clear his throat awkwardly in response.

Because yeah he kinda still had her number.

“Right, yeah, thanks. Talk to you tomorrow?” he asked, looking at her again and feeling his heart thump in his chest that he was still going to pretend didn’t happen.

“It’s a date! Later Hitoshi!”

Hoh shit, he’s screwed.