#Forensic Heroes

[secretarydamselfly]

Forensic Heroes 5

Forensic Heroes 5 is back with a new cast

myTV Super Hey remember the disaster known as Forensic Heroes 4? Forensic Heroes 5 is back with a new cast! I think Bosco Wong is a good casting choice, he is within the median age of Hong Kong viewers, and the show would most likely make it to other markets because of him. Another plus is TVB has finally try too hard with cinematography. Forensic Heroes 4 was crazy with the office within the…

[alwayslife]

法证先锋不应该都是好人吗？怎么有做梦杀人的，有故意杀人的，有帮人杀人的，有狠起来自己都杀的，这都是些什么先锋，这是冥界卫士。

剧情也太多不合理，塔雅是因为什么理由要求井浩然写谅解书原谅她爸爸杀了井浩然父母的？又是用什么理由把一次交通意外责怪到井浩然身上的？

井浩然无愧是面瘫长官。

[lesinquietes]

Summary: Dynamight can’t seem to focus on his duties with a pretty little thing like you taking your sweet time scoping the crime scene.

Adult!Bakugou x Forensic Detective!Reader

⚠️ fluff. violence.

l Next l

You’re trying to gather a sample of blood for evidence and he’s standing behind you with his arms crossed, jabbing at his teeth with a little wooden pick. When he’s done his idle activity, he tosses the pick in the trash. At least he’s meticulous about keeping the crime scene uncontaminated… for the most part.

“You done yet, princess?”

You purse your lips. If this was the first handful of times he used the pet name, you might have corrected him. It’s clear, at this point, that he doesn’t care to respect your wishes, so you elect to ignore him. Unfortunately, he seems to have a chip on his shoulder.

“Hey. You hear me?”

And you ponder to yourself, who the fuck do you think you are? because never, in your four years of being a forensic detective, have you dealt with a hero who acted like this.

You snap your head around to glare at him. When he greets you with a cocky grin — a very made you look expression — you want nothing more than to throw the victim’s keys at his face. Dynamight. You heard he helped save the world from All For One’s return, years ago, when the world was abandoning hope. You don’t doubt that his involvement is true, but surely his personality should have matured since then.

“Do I look done to you?” You ask rhetorically, latex gloves strapped to your elbows and vibrant eyes hidden behind thick lenses. “It’s only been half an hour.”

Bakugou’s grin widens upon getting a good look at you. You think he’s going to laugh. He’s seems like one of those jock types that still bullies because he never grew out of it. Much to your surprise, he doesn’t do anything of the sort. Instead, he sighs and walks over to you.

Normally, you would tell him to back away from the scene, but the words of caution catch in your throat. His sharp auburn eyes are boring into yours. There’s a spark on amusement dancing in the depths of his irises, though it’s the other emotion that catches your attention: curiosity. Perhaps this blunt hero has some semblance of professional focus, after all.

“Exactly. Half an hour. We could’ve gotten this shit done in five minutes.”

You roll your eyes. Forget what you thought. He just wants to go home. Well, if that’s the case, you can put him to work.

“Make yourself useful and hold this device for me.”

You shove the item into his hand. He grasps it instinctively. You don’t hear any complaints.

While you swab for a solid sample of the victim’s blood, he waits idly next to you, silently studying your process. He observes your craft with respect, knowing heroes can’t do their jobs as well without your role. His younger self — who so visibly struggled with disobeying any form of authority — might have roofed the device after it was forced upon him. He’ll hold onto it for you. At least it looks like you’re being thorough with the case.

But as the sequence goes on, he finds his gaze drifting to your features. He’s immune to a lot of things, but not pretty women.

You catch him when you finish your task. He’s swift to glance away. Oblivious to his fascination, you smirk.

“Didn’t know you were interested in forensics.”

He snorts.

“I ain’t. I’m interested in you.”

And he doesn’t miss how you bite your lips to stop yourself from smiling.

[danothan]

you guys remember when barry said this abt bruce

[diamondcz27]

This scene and the look on their faces look very similar to me and I don't know why. 😂👀

[jaggedwolf]

I keep forgetting that the first Ace Attorney game takes place in 2016 and not 2001, and to me, that makes it even more likely that Ema's "intellectually attracted" comment isn't that this sixteen year old doesn't know what gay people are but specifically that in her head Lana Does Not Date, Lana Has Never Dated Duh

[don-dake]

「你睇下，英文餐牌喔！」

“Hey look, an ‘English’ menu!”

「呢個 ‘chicken to go’ 呢，係咩…外賣呀？」

“What is this ‘Chicken to go’? Do you mean like…takeaway/takeout?”

「我哋唔做外賣嘅！‘Chicken to go’ 即係走地雞！」

“We don't do takeway, it means free-range chicken!”

「噉呢個 ‘Pig red’ 係…」 「‘Pig red’ 我知！豬紅！」

“And ‘Pig red’ is…” “I know! Pig blood curd!”

* Pig blood curd=豬紅 (literally ‘pig red’ in Cantonese)

「噉呢個我知啦！‘Pig under the green’, 豬下青！」

“I know this one: ‘Pig under the green’, pork jowl (meat)!”

* Another literal translation, ‘Pig under the green’=豬下青

「但係呢個我又真係…」 “But this one is really…”

「老細呀！咩係 ‘Albert Yip’ 啊？」

“Boss! What's this ‘Albert Yip’?”

「牛柏葉！」 “Beef tripe!”

* In Cantonese, 牛柏葉 (beef tripe) is pronounced ngau4 baak3 jip6, which…can arguably sound like ‘Albert Yip’! Heh!

《法證先鋒 III》 (2011) 第十三集

This fictitious menu in this series was apparently inspired by a real Cantonese-to-English menu at a hotpot restaurant in Hong Kong. The menu went viral online for obvious reasons!

(pic of the real menu ↓; the real menu has loads more amusing and head-scratching translation faux pas! 笑)

The real menu that inspired the above scene in the series:

e.g.: 「野竹笙」, “Ueno Penny bacteria” anyone? 笑

* A direct and more accurate translation of 「野竹笙」 would be ‘wild bamboo fungus’. I'm still scratching my head to this day, with how the translator arrived at “Ueno Penny bacteria”! Even Google Translate didn't mess this one up!

And I spotted a mistake in the Chinese characters too!

「讓豆卜」, should have been 「釀豆卜」.

But would that have helped the translation of ‘Let beans Bu’ anyway? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ Your guess is as good as mine! 笑

* 釀豆卜 refers to stuffed tofu puffs by the way.

Anyway…to sum up:

「I love ‘Albert Yip’!」

[ramyeongif]

Watching forensic hero 5

[dilebe06]

Drama that i saw in 2023

[vivianstravelblog]

Asian Drama Review: Forensic Heroes 5

Asian Drama Review: Forensic Heroes 5

~ Spoiler Free Hong Kong Drama Review: “Forensic Heroes 5” 法證先鋒V (TVB 2022) ~ REVIEW I have seen all the previous seasons of “Forensic Heroes,” and it has had its ups and downs. I wasn’t sure if I would catch the fifth season because TVB has a current reputation for producing duds. However, I was a big fan of Bosco Wong growing up, and he is the reason why I finished this terrible show.…

[mcntsee]

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

[innocent-diamond-2090110]

Out of curiosity, has K-pop helped you learn Korean in any way? And would you say you're fluent enough in Chinese to provide English subtitles?

RE: Korean — I listen to K-pop & am a diverse multi-stan, but I'm not as "dedicated" as other fans. I read lyrics translations for a better understanding, but I don't always analyze the grammar. I haven't been following K-dramas as closely as I used to, & I usually don't watch entire reality/survival/variety shows unless there's a special segment (e.g. cover stages, memes...). Given that some words sound similar in both Korean & Chinese, my understanding of Korean is probably 25% at best! ^-^"

RE: Chinese — OMG YES, I feel like some English subtitles for some TVB dramas on YouTube are a bit off (not just referring to idioms or things that absolutely don't have English equivalents), but I won't complain because I don't need ENGLISH subtitles to watch TVB dramas (which are 95% in Cantonese). I can read Chinese (both Traditional & Simplified) perfectly fine. A long, LONG time ago, I wanted to contribute English subtitles to Chinese dramas on Viki, but (school) life got busy, so it never worked out. I can provide Chinese subs to English-language TV shows too, if I have time. Anyway, this clip from "Forensic Heroes IV" (episode 25) is somewhat relevant to your ask!

Off topic, but "Michael Ma" (played by Jonathan Cheung) doesn't have a Chinese name at all in this drama, yet his parents gave his younger sister (Emma Ma) a new Chinese name (Ma Oi-Mei) upon her adoption. Like what???

[liketolaugh-writes]

Bruce looking past the fact that (recently adopted) Danny is a powerhouse and recognizing that he has other skills also. <3

Danny is a STEM kid and just as brilliant as his sister, you cannot convince me otherwise

Danny gave Bruce the handwritten list of powers in the morning. Bruce stared at it over his cup of coffee, then gave Danny a flat, somewhat disbelieving look. Danny shrugged sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry,” he said, perching on one of the stools. “I can point out the ones I don’t use if you just want to work on the ones I do. At least I have an idea of what needs improving with those.” Alfred gave him a cup of coffee and a plate of bacon and French toast, and Danny smiled at him. “Thanks, Alfred.”

“We’ll have to prioritize your training,” Bruce allowed after a moment, frowning down at the paper. Dick leaned over to look and whistled. “But all of these will be addressed eventually. You should have at least a moderate grasp of every tool at your disposal.” He looked up. “You intended to work in the lab today, correct?”

Danny nodded, playing with a strip of bacon. “I’ll probably spend most of today making a big batch of phaseproof coating,” he said. “Then I can experiment with mixing it with paint and maybe coat some of your spare weapons in it? That should work for the bo staff and escrima sticks, maybe a set of brass knuckles. But I’ll need to make a different solution for the edged weapons.” His mind wandered, thinking of how he could adapt what he knew of the Bats’ gear to work against ghosts.

“Who’re the brass knuckles for?” Dick asked, raising an eyebrow at Danny. Danny flushed and shrugged.

“Batman,” he said. “You don’t really use a weapon, right?” Bruce grunted. “But phaseproof cloth isn’t something my parents ever really figured out. I can work on it, maybe, but I thought brass knuckles would be an okay compromise for now.”

“Hn.”

“Good thinking,” Dick praised with a smile. “It’ll be easy to add to the utility belt too. Should we ghostproof my main set or a spare?”

“The main, I think, if you’re okay with it,” Danny said, tilting his head thoughtfully. “You probably won’t even notice. But the edged weapons should all be spares. Ecto-treated metal tends to glow.”

“Not great for stealth,” Dick nodded. “Whatever you think is best, baby spook. We have the resources.”

“You’re hyper-specialized,” Bruce noted without inflection, sipping from his coffee. Danny winced.

“Sorry,” he muttered. It was easy to forget that all this was pretty useless outside of Amity Park. Bruce shook his head.

“It’s not a problem. But we’ll need to diversify your skillset. Your talent for chemistry and engineering should expand beyond ectoscience alone.” He studied Danny contemplatively. “Higher education might be beneficial, perhaps a PhD.”

Danny’s eyes went wide. “What? I’m barely passing high school!”

“I had Casper High send over your transcripts,” Bruce said. Danny flinched. “You had a B+ average in middle school, with a particular bent for math and science. You also participated in several advanced extracurriculars, including a junior astronaut program, space camp, and competitive robotics. Further, you clearly have a comprehensive understanding of your parents’ work, which eludes both the Justice League engineers and JL Dark. You had these talents prior to acquiring your powers, and it would be a waste to discard them in favor of your raw combat ability.”

Danny stared at Bruce, open-mouthed and speechless. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d considered even the possibility that he could have a future outside of his hero career.

“…Do you think I could do that and be a superhero?” he managed after a minute, quieter than he’d meant to.

Bruce nodded sharply. “Most Justice League heroes maintain a career outside of heroics,” he reminded Danny, without even sounding like he thought Danny was an idiot for asking. “Aside from myself, there is also a Pulitzer prize-winning journalist, a museum curator, a forensic scientist, and a fighter pilot.”

Danny had known that on some level, but it had always seemed unreal. Practically a myth. “When am I going back to school?” he asked, hardly able to believe that he was suddenly looking forward to it.

“At the beginning of next semester,” Bruce said. “Your parents’ trial should be completed by then. I assume you don’t want to be announced publicly until that happens.” Danny shook his head fervently. “You may need to complete some make-up classes online, but we can discuss that next week.”

“Thanks,” Danny said sincerely. He was talking about a lot more than his re-enrollment.

[lesinquietes]

Summary: It’s your turn to plan a second date. You choose to take him to the beach. As the sun sets and the tide shifts, so do your moods. You’re not the only one who thinks the temptation is torturous.

Note: This will probs be the final part to this series.

Adult!Bakugou x Forensic Detective!Reader

⚠️ mdni. fluff. katsuki is dominant. possessive behaviour. soft smut.

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You decide that your second date will be an evening at the beach. You pack a picnic for the two of you, merely telling him that he better arrive hungry. His reply to your demand draws a gasp from your lips.

Katsuki: for what

You bite your lower lip. You want to flirt back. Should you? Being reserved will let him know you’re serious about dating him. Responding too loose might give him the idea that you’re easy. You don’t want to raise his expectations.

You: you’ll see :)

It’s innocent enough.

You meet him at six o’clock. You’re late a few minutes and you hope he doesn’t think you’re standing him up. Imagine, a pro hero as big a deal as Dynamight, getting soft rejected by an ordinary detective. The fangirls would lose their minds.

You park your car and hastily hop out of the driver’s seat. You scurry into the back, grabbing your knapsack, before slamming all doors and locking up tight. Your legs move faster than you can register, and you almost trip. Fortunately, you manage to collect yourself before you make a mockery of yourself. There are other people lingering around the park, having barbecues with family members or enjoying a romantic evening with their love. The last thing you need is to have that humiliation haunting the back of your mind the entire time.

You hustle up the grassy hill. When you get to the top, you scan the sandy plains. You don’t see him. Perhaps he’s running late, too.

The thought crosses you that he might be the one to stand you up. At least if that happens, no one will know but you. The betrayal will be hard, but you know a thing or two about how to cope with heartbreak. Better now than three or six months down the line, right? As your negative self-talk begins to escalate, you’re glad when the sight of him placates you.

He isn’t on the beach. He’s beside it, atop a bluff overlooking the water. You wave at him as you approach. He sees you from a distance and flashes you a salute. Standing in place by the bench, he waits for you to make the entire trek. You call out to him when you draw closer.

“Hey!”

“Hey.”

He opens his arms for a hug. Although a little surprised at the gesture, you don’t hesitate to receive his warmth. He pulls you close to his chest and holds you there for a few seconds. Your eyes nearly flutter shut. His cologne smells like woodsmoke, driving your senses up the wall with intrigue. Everything about him is so inviting.

When he releases you, there’s a small smile on your face. You can’t stifle it.

“What’s up?” He prompts you.

“Nothing,” you reply sheepishly. “Just happy to see you.”

Being forward isn’t usually your jam, but with Katsuki, it’s simpler to be honest. He seems to be transparent with you. The least you can do is afford him a modicum of trust. It’s not like he’s done anything for you to question his intentions.

Suddenly, you feel his fingers grasp your chin. You perk up. He’s gazing at you with a soft expression.

“Me too.” He confesses. “Been countin’ down the days. My buddy kept teasin’ me about it.”

Gratitude possess your soul. He told his friends about you. That’s more evidence to denote that he’s serious about this — about you.

He keeps you suspended in his grasp for a few seconds longer. You lick your lips. The tension between you is tight. It’s time he fixes that.

“S’it too early t’ kiss you?”

You shakes your head. Normally, yes; for him, no.

He folds his mouth against yours. The kiss is strong and domineering. He mashes his lips against yours and controls your rhythm. You have no choice but to conform. He doesn’t afford you any option but to obey him. You can’t lie; it makes you rub your thighs together.

When he breaks contact, his chest is rising and falling ferociously, as though he’s holding himself back from moving further. You glance behind you. He follows your gaze. You spy people in the distance, shrouded by trees — that’s it. If he wanted to, he could make his way up your neck, pressing his tongue on your pulse and holding it there are your heart throbs. It’s a shame that he can’t do that yet; he doesn’t have that sort of rapport with you. He settles for staring into your hazy irises.

He brushes his thumb over your lips. You smile beneath the digit. It’s a gesture that causes his heart to leap.

“How the hell d’you always manage t’ look so fuckin’ beautiful?” He mutters, starstruck. “I’m a lucky man.”

Katsuki doesn’t recall the last time he was fascinated by a woman. If he had to guess, it was one of his first girlfriends; though, he suspects that was because of his novelty to love. You’re different. The brand of interest he has in getting to know you is anchored by physical and emotional attraction. It’s not the result of a unique encounter, as much as it’s rooted in how well he receives your compelling nature.

“I-it’s really nice out here!” You exclaim, too shy to continue engaging with his flirtation. “I almost didn’t spot you!”

The hero grunts. He can tell that you’re dismissive of your worth. Whether it’s a trait you developed at a young age or something that was instilled upon you, he doesn’t like it. He’ll have to work on getting you to accept his reality.

“Yeah,” he says, releasing you to rub the back of his neck. “Did’j’ya bring a jacket? Gonna get cold when night falls.”

You nod. You packed a sweater at the bottom of your bag. It’s sweet of him to worry about you.

“Cool. I brought one f’r ya anyway.”

Your heart lights up as you thank him. It’s nice to have someone else looking out for you. It conveys a strong ethic of care on his part.

You shrug off your knapsack and reveal your plan to him. He spies a large quilt and several containers of food. You must have spent all morning preparing this meal. He feels bad he didn’t know to contribute. Next time, he’ll have Rikido teach him how to bake your favourite dessert to perfection, and then present it to you when he masters the recipe. You deserve to be spoiled.

He expands the blanket and sets it on the grassy cliff. You place the Tupperware containers on the fabric, along with their respective utensils. Finally, he produces two plates from your bag. Meal prep is complete.

“This looks fuckin’ amazing.” Katsuki marvel. “Didn’t know you knew how t’ cook.”

You laugh. Whenever you worked with him, you either didn’t find the time to eat or ordered fast food. When your life gets busy, you resort to an unhealthier routine. It’s a bad habit you’re trying to kick.

“Hope you enjoy it!”

He digs in. You watch as he takes some of your meal and plops it into his mouth. He hums approvingly.

“Not bad, princess.”

You beam at him.

“Thanks!”

As you eat, you talk about the days in between seeing each other. Eventually, the conversations shifts to what you want in life — your career goals, your aspirations. He reflects on yours before stating his. You’re fond of his ambition. He mentions being a hothead in his youth. You can’t imagine him being worse than he is today, though he assures you he was. He tells you he used to bully his now best friend. It took him years to come around to the idea that Izuku cares about him, that they’re both worthy of each others’ friendship regardless of past mistakes.

When he finishes his story, he’s gazing out at the ocean. The sun is setting. The waves are getting heavier as they crash against the cliff side. Enchanted, you watch with him as the earth’s cycle alters the ocean’s pattern. He cups your hand as you sit, squeezing it briefly. He doesn’t get to enjoy living in the moment very often. You make him face the present in ways he didn’t think were possible. It feels fresh and fundamental.

When the last of the sun dips beneath the horizon, the silence is killing you. Perhaps it’s your full stomach and satisfaction talking, but you want more of him. You give him a quick kiss on the mouth. He blinks; then, he frowns.

“The fuck was that?”

You smirk.

“A kiss.”

“Nah.” He insists. “Not good enough.”

He snatches your wrist and pulls you close. You land on top of him. He leans back to give you room. You don’t dare mount him; it’s too early for that. Instead, you hover over his body, lips mere centimetres from his. It’s a staring contest.

His hand strokes the length of your back. A shiver courses through you. Your nails dig into his bicep as you bend down to kiss him. He grabs a fistful of your hair and keeps you rooted in place, deepening the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth with a thirst for unfamiliarity. You let him. He loves how you taste. He can’t get enough.

You moan when he parts from your mouth, chest heaving and head spinning. He’s abducted the air from your lungs. He gives you a moment to stabilize before diving in for more. This time, he pulls you on top of him. You’re nervous that you’ll be too uncomfortable, but he has no qualms about you straddling him.

You press your crotch down on his. He twitches beneath his jeans. You gasp naively, as though you didn’t believe your actions would have consequences. He wants you. Scarily enough, you’re starting to want him, too.

You grind on his package as you kiss him, permitting him to suck and bite your lips, swelling them to his liking. He wishes he could feel your mouth elsewhere, but he’s not so foolish as to suggest such a thing. This is more enough on a second date.

“Oh fuck, babe,” he growls. “Makin’ me so fuckin’ hard.”

He needs you to know how he’s feeling. His dick is hard and his thoughts are obscured. You have a right to understand the effect your body and mind have on him.

“I don’t wanna have sex,” you pant between his fierce onslaught of kisses. “Please, Katsuki.”

He isn’t pressed that he freaked you out. The teenage version of him, who couldn’t comprehend people, let alone women, would have lost his shit. He would have huffed and puffed and externalized his insecurity. Now, he sees past the confusion and accepts your plea for what it is — to see if he can provide safety.

“I won’t fuck you if you don’t want me to, princess.” He reassures you, looking you in the eye. “Y’hear me?”

You do — in more ways than one. You trust him to stop if you ask him to. He wants you to rely on him, and he’s trying to prove he’s a good man. You decide to accept his answer at face value.

“Y-yes.”

“Good. This okay?”

He lets you stroke yourself over his pants, occasionally glancing up to ensure no one is creeping. The last thing he wants is another scandal. Sure, you’re his woman — and he’s not ashamed of that — but he doesn’t want your debut to be a picture of you, soaked through your leggings, on display for all of Japan; moreover, something about others getting to witness you, in your rawest form, causes a bolt of fury to rise in his throat. He quells the impulsive anger and pours it into his movements. He helps you get off.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, gripping his bare shoulder with your nails. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Y’like this, sweetheart?” He croons, chuckling when he’s met with a desperate mewl. “Yeah, s’what I thought… keep goin’, baby.”

Vacantly, you ponder how this happened. First, you were enjoying a cute date together; now, you’re wordlessly begging for him in a deeply intimate way, praying he’ll lose control and just fucking slip it in.

But he doesn’t.

Dynamight doesn’t lose control.

You stop when you almost reach your peak. Rubbing your clothed clit along his erection beneath rugged fabric isn’t how you want to cum with him for the first time. Just like sex, you want it to be special. You can’t help but romanticize orgasms.

You yank yourself off him, breaking through his arm slung around your back. You feel him go limp, letting you rise. With his permission, you bolt upright, though don’t get off his lap. Your underwear is damp and you’re panting like a dog. You love how he made you feel. You sense a strong chemistry forming between the two of you — one you’re interested in exploring further. Before you dedicate to that aspiration, however, you have to make sure he’s on the same page.

“I don’t want this just to be sex,” you assert. “So if that’s what you’re looking for, we can’t go any further.”

You already feel yourself growing attached. You recognize the need to preserve yourself from the possibility of pain later. Expressing your needs has never come easy to you, but communication is the only way to make a relationship work.

Katsuki stares at you like you have two heads. He’s dumbfounded. He can’t fathom why you would think he isn’t interested in making you his woman. The only reason he hasn’t made a move yet is because he didn’t want to seem too eager. You’re an independent woman. You deserve to have the breathing room to do your own thing without pressure. But if you want to be tied down, he’s happy to seal the deal.

“You fuckin’ joking?” He growls. “Far as I’m concerned, you were my woman the second I laid eyes on your pretty ass.”

His hands spasm. An overwhelming urge to grab your asscheeks and rub your sweet pussy against his thick cock almost ruins his chances with you. He reigns himself in. He breathes a sigh of relief when you finally climb off him, sensing what your presence was doing to him. He can’t wait until he can do as he pleases with you — within reason, of course.

He sits up and dusts himself off. There’s only one thing on his mind. You can’t fault him; he’s merely a man and he can barely contain his budding lust for you. He’s learning to better admire you with each date. Besides, you make it easy when you wear outfits like that. It’s as though you know what turns him on.

“Interested in comin’ t’ my place next weekend?” The blonde asks boldly. “My shitty roommate’s goin’ away with his girl.”

“Sure.” You shrug. “Want me to bring anything?”

“Maybe an’ overnight bag.” He suggests casually. “If y’want.”

You do — and you will — but he doesn’t have to know that yet. You’re willing to trust him. If he betrays you, it’ll hurt. You’re not sure it’s a healthy relationship unless you’re both willing to make sacrifices and compromises, however; you hope he meets you halfway.

“I’ll text you when I get my work schedule.”

He isn’t phased by your dodge. He has a feeling you’ll show up to his place either a little duffel bag. Just in case, you’ll say adorably, and oh fuck, will he ever put you to work. He grins. Yeah. That thought’ll get him through the week.

“Sounds good.”

Together, you pack everything up. Lids are slapped onto Tupperware containers, and ziplock bags are secured. The quilt is scooped up and folded. When it’s all put away, you dust yourself off and get to your feet. Katsuki follows suit. It’s dark out now. Finding your way back might be a bit harder than anticipated. Fortunately, you have him to protect you. As if on cue, he slips an arm around your waist.

“Ready?” He asks.

You notice he has your knapsack slung lazily over your shoulder. You grab one of his idle hands and nod. You wish you could remain here forever, locked in this moment with him; it’s unfortunate that you have to leave. Mentally, you snap a photo of this moment.

“Let’s go.”

[somethingintheforest]

I think a lot of modern Sherlock Holmes adaptations (as in, Holmes in the modern era) miss out by having Holmes work so closely with the police. A lot of people forget that Holmes was one of the original ACAB bitchies in fiction; he did not like the police. Yes, he worked alongside them sometimes, but he often talked about them with open distain. Sometimes he even worked directly against them (think of The Norwood Builder).

Granted this was mostly because the police lacked a lot of the skills they have today, such as forensics, something that Holmes was an advocate for, and tended to draw conclusions that did not fit the obvious facts. This has obviously changed - the police have a lot more resources at their disposal nowadays, but they are not a perfect institution - far, far from it, and if he were alive today, Holmes would have a lot to say about that.

I wish modern adaptations stayed true to the fact that in canon, Sherlock Holmes was the man you went to if you could not go to the police. If you had, perhaps, a criminal record, were homeless, were POC, were queer, were neurodivergent, an abuse victim, reliant on illegal substances, or even wrongfully accused, Sherlock Holmes would be the man you went to, and he would help you to the best of his ability.

Also, Holmes had his own unique sense of justice. Think of The Abbey Grange - a man murders the abusive husband of an old lover, and the wife is complicit. Holmes and Watson ultimately decide to let them go - Lady Brackenstall was being horribly abused, she was trapped in a loveless marriage with a violent husband. Captain Crocker murdered Sir Eustace, freeing Lady Brackenstall and perhaps saving her life. If the police had arrested Crocker, it would be very likely he would be hanged for murder, regardless of the circumstances.

Then there is James Ryder in the Blue Carbuncle. He, after Holmes pesters him, freely admits to stealing the jewel, but Holmes does not hand him over to the police and instead lets him walk free. It was Ryder's first offence, one he was manipulated into committing, and Holmes and Watson see him as a, quite frankly, pathetic little man. Holmes realises that if he were to turn Ryder in, it would destroy his life - he would be 'a jailbird for life'. Ryder committed a crime, but he is no criminal. Prison would turn him into one.

Holmes takes justice into his own hands, and in a way, it turns him into an anti-hero. But I think this a part of what makes him such a loveable, iconic character.

Holmes has created a 'safe space' within 221B Baker Street. I think this would be extremely intresting to explore through a modern lens.

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This is so poorly written as a plot lol