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comradekatara · 6 months

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hello! I’m rewatching atla atm, and I’m on the s1 finale. I was wondering if you’ve ever imagined what an extra northern water tribe ep could look like? personally I feel like they could’ve easily scrapped the great divide and added another ep to this mini arc, after the ep where katara slays paku. I’m just not sure what the conflict would be. a sokka ep would be great, maybe some of his warrior training & socializing with the average nwt man. the way this could contribute to sokka & masculinity & protection I would Die. ofc more time with yue. but anyway, I’m interested in your thoughts

oh this SUCH a good question!! the nwt is my favorite mini-arc in the show (yue being the absolute scene-stealer that she is) and i have always secretly wanted an extra episode set there, whether by removing “the great divide” (objectively bad episode apart from the aang lying stuff which is great) or by simply adding one extra episode to s1 at no cost.

if i could rework those episodes as self indulgently as possible, i would make “the waterbending master” more katara (and kanna) focused and then make the extra episode more sokka (and yue) focused. yue could still be introduced to us and sokka in that episode, but time spent on sokka’s subplot could instead be afforded to flashbacks of kanna in the nwt. we only get very limited glimpses of kanna, in flashbacks or otherwise, and i think seeing more of her, especially in an episode that sheds so much illuminating light onto her character & thematic role as she informs katara, would have been really cool to see. kanna as a child, giggling with baby yugoda as she would later do with hama. kanna at age 16, looking like a slightly older katara, hesitating over her marriage to a younger pakku, ultimately making a difficult choice. katara’s arc in that episode wouldn’t change (i mean, it’s already so perfect), but for the audience, seeing kanna would help contextualize that chiasmus and further move us.

a common criticism i see from detractors of sokka/yue’s relationship is that it feels too rushed, and i agree to an extent, but we also know that they did develop a sincere friendship during the timeskip between “the waterbending master” and “the siege of the north.” we simply do not know for how long that timeskip actually lasted. we can assume that it was a not insignificant amount of time, considering that katara basically mastered waterbending in that interim, but we never actually see that friendship develop, so to some, it can feel cliched and insincere (because they simply do not understand the power of uhaul lesbianism). so on a very self-indulgent level, i would love to see more of sokka and yue’s relationship development, since we are only privy to the most essential beats (which, granted, we can extrapolate from, but im being selfish rn shut up).

an episode where sokka and yue (both separately and together) comprise the a and b plots (and the c plot can be katara and aang adorable training montage) would be really nice to see, especially, as you said, wrt the gender politics of the nwt. it would be cool to see yue directly interact with arnook and/or hahn to provide a starker contrast between the burdens placed on her as a girl/daughter/wife/princess versus how sokka treats her (because that implication is already crucial, but framing it more overtly would be nice). and then seeing sokka in the throes of his “warrior training” being like “i don’t think any of these dudes have ever actually seen battle…” and having to deal with the tension of being denigrated and disrespected as a southerner, but also clearly having more experience than them and being frustrated by their myopia (realizing that not too long ago, he also had no experience, and oh god is that what he sounded like??????? yes.) .. and then of course sokka and yue together, flirting as “just friends” (over pai sho perhaps????) and being in their own little totally platonic rom com world. but sokka and yue’s relationship is obviously very thematically significant on top of just being lovely and adorable, so using that extra space to explore their parallel commitments to their (patriarchal) Duty, the burdens and expectations placed on them, and how it reflects their societies and the role colonialism plays in shaping them. would love to see it!!!!

#dejaentends #asks #katara #kanna #kanna&katara #sokka #yue #sokkaxyue #<- butch/femme uhaulers. to me #YEAHHH BABYYYYYY #this is exactly what is rotating in my mind at all times HOW DID YOU KNOWWWWW #if I wrote fanfiction btw. it would be this

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halfwayriight · 3 years

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You felt the gravity of tempered grace Falling into empty space No one there to catch you in their arms

#linkinparkedit #Linkin Park #iridescent #a thousand suns #Joe Hahn #i wanted to try something but i don't have talent lol #so here's something simple #anyways #my fave lp video #and i won't shut up about it #myedits #*gifs #mylinkinpark #00

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driima · 3 years

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Elysian

Title: Elysian

Pairing: Dabi x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Unprotected sex, mild reference to mind breaking, light cursing, “his toy.”

Note: I have so many drafts that I’m working on and have finally been able to pump this one out xxx. Anyways, expect either some Hawks, Villain Deku, or Shigaraki in the near future

You were indefinitely his. There was no doubt about it.

You were his plaything, his toy, his little mouse. You were there for him to use and to mess with and to take anything and everything offered to you like a good girl, there to cherish and worship him like he was a saint sent from heaven.

You were there to remind him that he wasn’t that much of a monster, that the scars littering his skin weren’t as bad as he made them out to be. He deserves something like you, a petite little thing to woo him when he returned from his missions, to treat his wounds, to pamper him properly.

And he knew you liked to. The way you almost always obeyed without a beat. The way you’d move in to hug him and hold him when he ordered, the way you’d cradle him against you, ushering those oh so soothing words that you did. You’d touch him, please him in ways that none of his other conquests could, sending his mind into a pleasurable spiral anytime the two of you were intimate.

He loved it. Part of him knew that someone like him wasn’t good for you. A bad boy. A bad villain. Someone who’s done atrocious things. He’d almost feel bad when he’d accept your innocent little requests to make him feel good after a long day, those captivating blue eyes watching you as you’d unzip and tug down his pants, placing a sinful open-mouthed kiss onto his throbbing cock through his boxers.

Yet, he doesn’t care. He can’t afford to care. Not when you lay beneath him, a panting and writhing mess as he marks your skin with blooms of red and blue and purple, painting a colorful canvas on your flesh. The best part is, you let him.

You let him defile you. You let him use you. You let him fuck you. You couldn’t help it, not when his deliciously warm lips were brushing along your skin, sending you into a world of ecstasy. You’d whimper when he’d bite down, marking you, claiming you as his own over and over and over. The thought of stopping him has never once crossed your mind.

Especially not when he has you pinned to his bed, his cock nestled so deep into your sopping cunt, his hips slapping against your ass each time he thrusts.

The position was crude. Face down, back arched, ass up. He gazed down at you with those piercing blue eyes, and even in such a position, he couldn’t help but admire the way your hair looked, knotted in curls, streaks of makeup running down your flushed cheeks. You looked like an angel, he thought to himself. One that he most definitely was going to corrupt.

You whined, your body feeling aflame as you rocked under him each time he drilled back into you. Your mind was hazy, every thought trained on nothing but him. His presence. His body. His touch. Dabi was your sole focus, just the way he liked it.

“Shit,” he cursed lowly, his head tilting back when you squeezed him particularly hard. “You like that? You like it when I plow into you?”

“Yes,” you moaned, your words breathy and strained. “I love it! Hahn! I love— oh!— it, Dabi!”

“Again,” he growled out, loving the way his name sounded on your tongue.

“Dabi! Dabi! Dabi!”

You chanted his name like a mantra, the title spilling from your mouth with every thrust. He grinned from ear to ear, agreeing silently that nothing sounded better than you moaning his name. It made him feel euphoric.

And when he leaned down, his chest pressing against your back, you gasped out his name airily when the position made him go deeper. Your walls clamped down on him, your sensual cries and whines sounding like music to his ears. His pace picked up and he ignored the way his bed creaked and jostled with each one of his movements, too lost in his own pleasure to care.

“You’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned in your ear, his lips pressing to your shoulder. “You’re close. I can feel it.”

You couldn’t help but nod in response, losing the ability to verbally answer him. He liked you like this. Too incoherent to speak, only able to babble nonsensically. If it were anyone else under him, he would have found it annoying. But with you? The sounds made his heart swell and his blood feel like embers in his veins. It was perfect.

“Cum for me, little mouse,” he breathed out, feeling your body shudder under his. He could sense it, feeling the familiar way your tight little cunt fluttered around his cock.

When you didn’t cum right away, he assumed that you needed one last push to bring you to release. One hand snaked underneath your body, his warm, skillful digits finding your clit almost immediately and he pressed down firmly. The loud cry of bliss you let out gave him a full body shiver.

The knot snapped inside of you when he played with your clit, the action sending you tumbling over the edge as you came around his cock.

It’s too much, he thought to himself. Your choked moans of pleasure, the rapid twitch of your cunt, your warm body under his. He can faintly hear you babbling his name when he screws his eyes shut. All it takes him is a few more thrusts and a harsh curse to release inside of you, his body stilling to press tightly against yours.

His forehead rests on your shoulder, the room filled with the sounds of both of your labored panting as you tried to catch your breath. He lays against you for a few minutes, relishing in the afterglow of your releases. And then he’s moving, slowly, carefully, his softening cock slipping out of you as he eases his weight off of your spent body.

You whine when he leaves you, missing the stuffed feeling. He shushes you quietly, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your messy hair.

“Let me clean you up,” is all he says as his weight disappears from the bed, leaving you alone for a moment to succumb to your own thoughts.

You hear him return, your head tilting slightly so you can gaze at him. You watch as he kneels behind you, his calloused hands pushing your legs apart slowly. You can’t help but clench involuntarily when the air of his room fans against your abused cunt, the feeling of his release dribbling out of you making you shiver. You notice the way his gaze lingers, his azure eyes locked on your seed-dripping hole.

Silently, he begins to wipe you free of your mixed liquids, and you find yourself grateful for the warm cloth. It was in these moments that you could admire him the best. His sweat-coated body, his soft gaze, the way he was more gentle with you than he usually was. Dabi was someone that was never big on aftercare, however he always made sure to wipe you down and tidy you up a bit.

His eyes flick to yours after he finishes, sharing a silent exchange of words with him. You know what he wants to ask, but you also know that he doesn’t have it in him to utter such questions, so you opt to lift a weak arm for him. He understands, moving towards you, his gaze flicking across your face.

His brows knit slightly and he grips the wet cloth again, making sure he was using a clean section, before wiping off the streaks of makeup and tears from your face. The action makes you smile and you watch as he loosely flings away the cloth when he was done, settling into your awaiting arms.

You tuck your face into his chest, allowing your exhausted body to relax against his. He pulls the sheets over the both of you, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

There were never any words shared between you two after sex. There were never any “I love you’s.” Just silent cuddling, your bodies pressed together tightly as you dozed off.

After all, you were indefinitely his. You knew he was yours as well. There was no doubt about it.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #Boku no hero academia #my hero academia #dabi x reader #dabi smut #dabi #touya todoroki #mha smut #bnha smut #smut #tw: unprotected sex

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE BLOOD Vol.8: Sakamaki Subaru [Track 5+6]

Original title: 掌の上で踊り狂う & 好きなんだろ

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 8: Sakamaki Subaru [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Takashi Kondou

Translator’s note: O o f. Things are getting a little steamy down in the cemetery now. <u< Rejet really loves to allude at something more than just blood-sucking happening with a lot of these earlier CDs. As soon as Subaru tells the MC that they have become ‘one’, my mind instantly went to the gutter. xD Please tell me I’m not the only one.

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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Track 5: Dancing Ecstatically to Their Tune

“Haah...It smells delicious...Haah, haah...Right here? You want my fangs here? Heh...I see. I’ll do as you wish then...”

Subaru bites you.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Hahn...Nnh...Ah...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Ah...Fuck...”

*Gulp*

“I can’t get enough...of your blood...”

*Gulp gulp*

[00:44] “Haah, haah...How ironic...When I suck your blood, I feel as if I’m actually snappin’ back to my senses instead. ...Is this also part of their trap? Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Aah? Your ears? You want me to bite your earlobe as well, don’t you?”

You protest.

“Shut up. It’s written all over your face. Don’t try and fight it still...”

He licks your earlobe.

*Gulp gulp*

[01:37] “Hah...Haah...At this rate, both of us have no other choices left but to give in and dance ecstatically to their tune. ...Seems like you were especially prepared to do so...Haahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Ah...Now that it’s come to this anyway...Let’s turn up the heat a lil’...Hahn...Mmh...Nn...”

*Gulp gulp*

[02:22] “What’s wrong? You seem to be gaspin’ for air...Hehe...Does it feel good after all? Heh...If that’s the only positive about this whole situation then...”

*Rustle*

“I’ll suck from the other side of your neck next...Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Mm...Hah...”

*Gulp*

“Hah...For one...Nnh...Haah...”

*Gulp gulp*

[03:00] “Haah...If you think ‘bout it...The fact I met you, might have already been a trap in itself. Hehe...I even find myself believin’ that.”

You frown.

“...Ah? You want to know what I mean? You know...Don’t you understand?”

You shake your head.

“Che...This is why dense women are a pain in the ass! ...Hahn.”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Get it already? When it comes to you, I’m just soーー (1)”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

[04:00] “Hah, haah...Haahー I honestly no longer give a damn...And all of it is your...your blood’s fault...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Haahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Gulp*

“...Hahー! Haah, haah..”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

[04:40] “Haah...Hehe...You really do have an ecstatic look on your face. Do you like havin’ your blood sucked by me that much?”

Track 6: Don’t You Love This?

“Come on...Where do you want it next? ...I’ll thrust my fangs in any place you like. ...Well, I have a pretty good guess.”

*Rustle*

“Heh...These clothes...”

*RIIIIIP*

“...are in the way, don’t you think? I mean, it’d lessen the impact if I bite through the fabric, right? Gotta make sure my fangs pierce your bare skin...”

*Rustle*

[00:39] “You like it here as well, don’t you? ...Your side...Haah...Taking in your scent has made me thirsty again...”

*Gulp*

“Hah...”

*Rustle rustle*

“Che...They left their mark here as well. ...It pisses me off. ...Fuck!!”

*THUD*

[01:11] “If only I had been there with you...None of this would have happened...! ...Tsk. I’ve got a few screws loose too. What am I even thinkin’...? ...Hah, ridiculous! I shouldn’t get all worked up just ‘cause some other guy had his way with you...Che! Haah...Enough with the chit-chat. Let’s enjoy ourselves to the fullest. ー The two of us. All alone, amidst the dark.

He bites you again.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Hah...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Haahー Amazing...Your blood...It tastes great...”

*Gulp gulp*

[02:20] “Haah, haah...Haah...’More’...? Don’t worry, I know...I can tell...even if you don’t say it out loud...or when I can’t see your expressions. I can feel you after all.”

*Rustle*

*Gulp gulp*

“Mmh...Nn...Hahー! Haah, haah...”

He laps up the blood.

[02:56] “Haah, haah...I can feel both your pleasure...and your strength...It’s conveyin’ to me...I feel as if it’ll help soothe the thirst from earlier a lil’ at least...Haah...”

*Rustle rustle*

“Now goin’ down from your side...”

*Smooch*

[03:26] “Aren’t you becomin’ a lil’ too skinny? I’m afraid my fangs will hit the bone when I bite you.

[03:33] ...Heh. When we’re like this, I somehow stop carin’ ‘bout everythin’ else...I don’t give a damn that this is some underground cemetry. Even if I have no choice but to stay locked up in here...I honestly don’t mind if you’re here with me. That’s how I’ve started to feel.”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Haah...Ah...Haahn...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

[04:17] “...Haah...My head’s spinnin’...I bet you feel the same? Exactly...The two of us have become one right now.”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) His sentence gets cut off here, but since he says おまえのこと or ‘omae no koto’, I do feel like he’s trying to admit his feelings to her. When you confess your love to a person, it is extremely common in Japanese to add ‘koto’, rather than just saying ‘omae ga suki’.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #diabolik lovers more blood #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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annie-mit-ie · 3 years

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Glimpses: Part 6 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter

Summary: The Garden

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Hello there and sorry for the long wait! I wanted to move even further in the story but since this part already has 2.5k, I felt like it would be okay for me to end it here and continue with a new one tomorrow (that I plan to post within the next 2 days). It’s 2.40am, so, as always, if you find any mistakes - keep them :)

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You stare at you screen, mouth gasping wide open. Other than breathing, you don’t feel like you are capable of doing anything at all. Your phone shuts off again and you see yourself in the reflection of the now black screen, a look of disbelief plastered all across your face.

You look at the picture again and admire the breakfast contents for a short while before laying the phone aside to think of a proper response. People always say that you are supposed to wait for a little while, stay mysterious, seem unavailable. But thats just not who you are. She is thinking about you.

Just last week you had read an article about this phenomena and it being a new, additional love language. „This made me think of you“ is apparently the new way of telling someone you like them. Just as that thought crosses your head, you remember Alex is probably still on her phone right now and you should hit her with the news and figure out a good response together. She picks up the call immediately.

“Sweetheart!“ She greets you with a beaming smile, as always. “What’s up?“

“She texted.“ You say and wait for her response.

“Who?“, god, you can’t with this girl sometimes. Why is she so slow? “KATHRYN. She finally texted me!“ You exclaim in excitement, a little too loud.

Alex looks at you with wide eyes, frowning, as she scrunches up her nose trying to comprehend what you just said. “Oh… Ooooh. OH.“

“Exactly…“, you say and smile about her antics. “What are we gonna do now? You gotta tell me because I certainly don’t know!!“

Alex shakes her head. “Well, first of all, you gotta let me know what exactly she said in her message?“

She was right, you totally forgot, putting her on hold, you take a screenshot and shoot it her way. “It’s actually nothing special but somehow it’s very cute at the same time and I really need us to find the BEST response to that.“

The next few minutes consist of Alex pitching short puns to you, cute phrases and just simple acknowledgements, but nothing seems to fit. Especially since you yourself haven’t decided yet if you wanna start of flirty or not. You end up choosing the safest option and type „This looks beautiful! Hope you enjoy! xx Y/N.“ as a response. You aren’t quite please with it but, at the same time, you don’t wanna rush into things as long as you don’t know what was happening.

For a few minutes, you talk to Alex and ask her about her day and all, until she has to pick up dinner for her people - it’s Thursday after all and Thursday nights are family nights. She hits you with a “Go get her, tiger!“ and laughs at your face before she hangs up the phone.

Not expecting a reply from Kathryn anytime soon, you toss your phone on the sheets and lie down on your back to look at the ceiling that is plastered in those fluorescent stick on glow stars - a childhood sin. Just as you are about to close your eyes, the phone lights up again.

“Thanks :-) Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. Lot’s of work related stress. You wanna come over and have a glass of wine in my garden on Saturday.“

Saturday… What was Saturday? You know very well Kathryn has an event going on this Saturday, but maybe you were just wrong. Excited you shoot her a quick response, letting her know it’s all fine and that, of course, you would like to see her again.

Unsure if it is a date or a casual hang out, you decide to already start planning an outfit in your head - just in case it is a date after all - as you walk downstairs to join your mom for lunch.

Saturday morning went by way too slowly as you sort through the possible outfits you came up with. You had yelled at Alex right after having lunch with your mom and the both of you shot outfit ideas back and forth all Friday before you sat down and watched The Goonies with your mom. It’s one of your comfort movies and you were really glad your mom chose it because that meant you didn’t have to concentrate on something new.

She still doesn’t know about the „you and Kathryn“, but not because you don’t trust her enough or anything. No, simply because you don’t know what exactly is happening - so why worry her? The whole situation is weird to talk about with Alex, why would you make it worse by including your mom.

Still, you decided to not lie to her and actually told her that you’ve recently met someone new and you are spending at least Saturday with her. It felt only fair to let her know. Your mother was smart enough not to ask any further questions, though. Maybe she realized that it was still a touchy topic for you - who knows.

You finally decide on what to wear and put on your favorite summer dress. It’s black, flow-y and has sun flowers all over. You don’t really know how long you’ll stay, so you pick out the blazer Kathryn loved last weekend, as well. Sighting, you find your way to the bathroom where you loosely tame your hair and put on some light make up. Just like last time you’re going for casual but not too casual. You look at yourself and smile. This dress really does make you feel beautiful!

A notification chimes through the room - it’s Alex reminding you that it’s about time to go outside so Kathryn’s driver can pick you up. You really didn’t want to have him drive you, but she insisted and since you were invited over for wine anyway, it really didn’t make any sense to take your car in the first place - especially since you’ll have to get home somehow, preferably tonight.

The driver is already there as you leave the house after kissing your mom on the cheek as you passed her on your way through he kitchen. “Good Afternoon, Miss Y/LN“, he greets you politely, as you take a seat in the back of the car.

The ride isn’t too long and you swore to yourself you would pay attention where you were going but the nervousness took over and so you’re spending the time on your phone, texting Alex and making sure your make up is okay and your hair is nicely framing your face.

Kathryn’s driver looks at you through the rear mirror: “Your first time over at Kathryn’s, hm?“

You look up and your eyes meet for a short second as you nod. “Don’t be intimidated by her. She is the nicest person I’ve ever worked for. You’re gonna love her.“ If only he knew. It actually makes you feel better, though. You don’t want to admit it, but you are very much intimidated by Kathryn and can’t wait for the first nervousness to wash down once again.

As you drive up to the house, it looks exactly like what you expected it to look like, while, at the same time, it looks completely different. She lives in the Hollywood Hills, but not where all the famous pop stars live. Her house is surrounded by plants. It looks calm, secure even and not at all like an actress lives in it. The yellow walls are welcoming and warm and the lack of modern architecture is balm for your soul.

The driver offers to open the door for you but you decline and, right as you step out of the car, the front door opens. Kathryn looks at you with the happiest face and opens her arms video to wrap you up in a big hug. “Y/N! I’m so glad you made it! Welcome!“

She looks at her driver. “Thank you for bringing her, Peter! I’ll see you later. Agnes will let you know when we have to leave, please take some time to yourself until then.“ Peter nods and starts the engine.

You look at Kathryn. Her eyelashes are highlighted by the slightest hint of mascara while the rest of her face appears to be completely natural. She is so beautiful. You’re close enough to her to be able to tell she is indeed not wearing any make up. Her hair is halfway up, flowing over her shoulders, and she is wearing a beautiful orange blouse, similar to one she had worn in one of her shows before, combined with blue jeans.

Even as you turn around, her lips don't lose their smile and she puts a hand on your lower back as she leads you into the house. You enter a long hallways that leads straight into a beautiful garden, much bigger than what you had expected. In one corner, there is a seating arrangement consisting of a seemingly quite comfortable corner couch and a wooden table. The rest of the garden is open and full of bushes and trees and you can’t even tell where it ends. A wine bottle in an ice bucket is already waiting for you, accompanied by two glasses, one on each side of the couch. “I like your dress, Y/N.“ Your breath hitches since a compliment was the last thing you would’ve expected.

“Thank you!“, you say with a bright smile, as you blush slightly which doesn’t go unnoticed by her.

She winks at you, “Always, hon.“

Right as you are seated and she gets comfortable on the couch after filling your glasses, the door to the garden opens and a woman with long red hair dressed in all black, who is wearing a headset as she is holding a clipboard, walks towards the table. Her hair, loosely braided and tossed over one shoulder, is decorated by a pair of big sunglasses that are sitting on top of her head. She looks stressed as she looks up from her clipboard.

“Kathryn! I am sorry to interrupt, but I just need to let you know stylists are gonna be here in maximum three hours. You have to eat something before that.” Looking at the wine on the table, she adds: “Do you want me to order pizza or anything for you guys?“

You look back and forth between the two of them as you are trying to figure out who that woman is and what exactly they are talking about. Kathryn nods to every word that’s being said, completely focused on the woman. “Yes, Agnes, you’re right. Thank you. Please order the usual, we will share.“

She shoots you a smile. “You trust me?“ You nod eagerly, and you mean it, even though you are quite picky when it comes to food. Agnes looks at you and back to Kathryn before excusing herself with a polite smile. “Three hours, Kathryn, MAX.“

“Oh SHUSH.“, Kathryn laughs wholeheartedly as she picks up her glass of wine, prompting you to pick up yours as well. “Let me say something: I am very glad you accepted today’s invitation and I am sorry it’s gonna be stressful, but I’m sure it’ll be worth it and you’ll have a great time.“

You look at her confused. “Great… time?“ Obviously you would be having a great time while hanging with Kathryn, but the way she phrases it sounds like something other than sitting in the garden is happening.

“Did I… not tell you?“ Kathryn sets down her drink and scans you with worried eyes.

Your stomach drops for a moment as you shake your head slowly. “Oh silly me! Listen, I have been so busy ever since we’ve met. I got cast for a new movie had to meet with different producers all week and then they told me to attend the awards this weekend, which I thought were only held digitally and I must have totally forgotten to let you know that that was a thing. Agnes and Jennifer do a really good job at organizing things for me, but sometimes“, she taps her head, “this old friend is not doing it anymore.“

She looks really sorry and you have to admit you are very stressed right now and actually you feel like you might panic any moment, but just as you are about to worry too much, she places a hand on your forearm. “I would very much enjoy just spending three hours with you while I enjoy what was supposed to be my day off, but I would also like to take you to these MTV movie awards with me tonight, I you want to tag along.“

You are flashed by the offer and immediately want to say yes, but remember what you are wearing. “But… Kathryn.. I can’t go looking like THIS.“ She looks you up and down, her hand still placed on your arm, and you just know she wants to tell you again that you are beautiful, you can see it in her eyes, in the way she smiles at you. She doesn’t though and that makes you doubt that this could ever be more than just a hangout.

Your thoughts are immediately washed away, as a warm smile is playing around her lips. “Don’t worry about that, dear. After you told me that you are in the middle of your studies and you live alone with your mom, I figured fancy evening wear might not be something that you have currently lying around just like that. So.. we figured something out for you as well.“

She moves her hand over your arm and takes your hand in hers. “You don’t have to come, though, if you don’t feel like it. Don’t worry! I didn’t buy anything. I borrowed them from one of those fancy shops.“ - she didn’t. But you don’t need to know that.

Even though the thought of attending an event like that gives you anxiety, you already know what you want to do and softly squeeze her hand as you nod while a small smile creeps onto your face. “I would love to, Kathryn! Thank you for inviting me.“

It’s time to let go of her hand, but she doesn’t seem like she wants the connection to stop just yet, so, obviously, you don’t end it, either. Instead, you lock eyes with her and stay in position for as long as she allows you to. You don’t know how much time has passed until you catch yourself as your eyes dart down to her lips after she sticked her tongue out for a split second to moisten them.

For a short moment, you feel like Kathryn is getting nervous but this can’t be, can it? To loosen the tension that has built up, you laugh and let go of her hand to grab your drink again. “Let’s raise these glasses to a great night, shall we?“

She joins in and locks eyes with you once again, a sheepish grin on her face, while she slightly raises one of her eyebrows. “Well… I’m certainly glad you’re here with me tonight.“

#Kathryn Hahn #kathryn hahn x reader #Kathryn Hahn fan fiction #Kathryn Hahn x You #groupie #Groupie Au

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HELLO! i’m finally home from work. here’s sherry’s lil intro.. go easy on me it’s 8am. LSKJDLKJSDLKJS. i’m hazy n we should plot pls. thank u ( @duskintro )

sherry was not born a mermaid. she was transformed into one after being dared to swim in an alleged ✨ cursed moon pool ✨ on vacation with her two best friends ( h2o fans wya ). little did she know that it was, in fact, a full moon that night. did i mention that she was 20 when it happened? no? ok. well.

anyway she didn’t think much of it until a week later. she returned home to staten island where she lived with her aunt ( yea i picture a kathryn hahn type of figure ) and had a lil bit of a mishap when a storm hit. the minute rain hit her skin, sherry knew something was off. she was lucky to have popped a tail within the secure walls of her backyard.

for a year, sherry had to learn how to adjust to her new life as a mermaid. she had to be careful around water, watch for full moons, and avoid being hunted. how, you ask? well...

the water was self - explanatory. the full moons were not. the first full moon that affected her happened a month after she was turned into a mermaid. she ended up humming the night away in the lower bay of manhattan, high on moonlight and unaware of how dangerous she could become if left completely alone. her aunt bonnie pulled her to safety that night, explained to sherry that full moons were not her friend anymore. bonnie was a protector of sorts, part of crescent moon guard services. her aunt helped in saving those who needed to be saved and specialized in educating those who had no one else to turn to for help. sherry was... shocked, to say the least, at how much her aunt knew about the supernatural.

the first hunt was terrifying. she took a harpoon to the very edge of her tail ( if u look close enough u can see a permanent tear in a small part of the fin ) and almost got caught. her aunt, once again, saved her by pretending to drown and grabbing the attention of the hunters long enough for sherry to get away. the scar transfers over to her human body, as well. her ankle is scarred from the arrowhead, but she swears it’s from playing darts.

her powers came later. about a year or so after her initial transformation, sherry had finally gotten used to what she was. she enjoyed swimming, loved spending hours scaling the coast of staten island and exploring unknown depths. one day when she was on a date with some random guy she met in a club the previous night, something very... strange happened. they were holding hands when her date SO SUDDENLY pulled his hand away and muttered something under his breath. upon looking at his hand, sherry noticed remnants of a burn mark. she’d singed his hand with a single touch. then she accidentally burned his forearm after not realizing it was her that actually caused the damage.

guess who knew about her abilities!!!! good ol’ aunt bonnie. it was explained to sherry that sherry possessed the following abilities: hydro-thermokinesis, pyrokinesis, electrokinesis, and thermal resistance. a water - bound creature with fire - oriented abilities? cute

sherry wanted to be like her aunt bonnie after that. she wanted to help people, to be educated, to save those who were scared like she was. so she became what her aunt was: an emergency management specialist at crescent moon guard services. she specializes in responding to emergencies involving the supernatural on staten island. whether it’s stopping a hunt or going on a rescue mission or just doing research –– sherry vowed to be there.

she’s more in control now, of course. she still slips up and rarely lets people get close to her in fear of, well... burning them. literally. but she’s got a golden heart!!! her intentions are generally good.

oh and she also singlehandedly shut down a hunt after putting a hole in a hunter’s boat that was after one of her friends. think abt that thank u ( lowkey .. wc ... )

oh here’s her app

( olivia holt. cis female. she/her. can’t be saved by vin jay. ) supposedly SHERRY GRUETER is actually a MERMAID, but i doubt it. they look like they’re 25, though they act like they’ve been on earth for 28 years. i recently saw them at CRESCENT MOON GUARD SERVICES— i think they’re a EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT SPECIALIST there. when dusk falls, you can usually find them heading home to STATEN ISLAND by BICYCLE. ( hazy. 24. she/her. est. )

#dusk:intro #does this suck? yes.#get over it x LKSJDLKJSDL

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Trouble Man

HAHN AU

AN:: Because I ain't like it so rewrite it is. Mitch and Lainey are together, Candace is alive in order for this to work..

Candace tossed and turned in her hotel bed trying to shake the voices of those whose deaths she caused. From Oscar, War and Quincy to Erica and Lil Q. She yelled out in her sleep until she felt someone grab her and her eyes shot open landing on Oliver.

"Stop fighting. Stop. And shut up." Oliver demanded in a hushed tone.

"What are you doing in here? Get out of here! Leave me alone!"

Rolling his eyes, Oliver placed a the handkerchief he held over her mouth only moving it when she stopped fighting. Placing it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he stood from the bed and motioned to the men he'd traveled with.

"Restrain her and put her in the trunk."

Landen scoffed stopping the other two service members. "We don't just do what you say, Oliver. You don't make demands."

Oliver stepped into his face. "Who did Charles put in charge of this when the first person fell short? Who knew that there was a job to get done and played around?"

There was silence between the men.

"I'll answer for you. He put me in charge when you played around." Oliver spoke through clenched teeth. "So do what I said. Restrain her and put her in the trunk. Now."

Oliver glared at Landen a little longer then left the room with his phone to his ear.

On the other side of town, Benny sat in Melissa's house changing her locks. The two of them had just come in from their ruined dinner.

"Benny, you don't need to change those right now. They're not coming here. Lemme clean that cut on your forehead."

Benny shook his head still working on the front door locks. "Nah, ima be aight this needs to be done. You don't know these people like I do, they're coming. And when they do you don't wanna be caught slippin. Aight?"

Melissa sighed, "Benny, it's fine. I'll just call Veronica and get this taken care of."

"Isn't she the reason you're in this mess? You not calling her. That kid that they sent its tryna prove a point and I'm not gon let him use you for target practice to prove it."

"Alright, Benny. But when you're done I'm cleaning that cut and you're getting out of here."

Benny shook his head again. "No, I'm not. I gotta make sure you safe. He looking for me too I'm sure now so when he shows up he can get the rest of the ass whoopin he ain't get in that damn restaurant."

"I see you're not budging so I'll give up but I think you should at least go check on your family."

"I got that taken care of, ima call them. Why don't you go fix us something to drink or something. Relax. I got you."

After receiving his punishment from his family, Mitch went to sit across from Vinny in his booth clutching his side. Vinny took a swig of his beer then chuckled.

"Learn ya lesson?"

"Yeah, Uncle Vinny. So we good now?" He asked wincing a bit.

"Yeah we are but you listen to me no more lying to your family and covering up for this kid."

"I was helping my friend. His family is my family too. I told you that."

"No," Vinny barked, "The Malones are your family, not them. We are. Understand?"

Sandy approached the table clutching the ice back to his head. "He's acting like that cause he's dating that guy's sister. He's been hiding it from us."

Mitch turned to glare at his cousin, "Shut your little bitch ass up before you get beat up again, Sandy! Not the time!"

"You ain't gonna do nothin. Guess what else, Uncle Vinny. He's got a baby with the broad. How you like that, Mitch?"

Mitch got up as quick as his injuries would allow and stood in front of Sandy glaring down at him. "What did I say to you? What did I tell you?"

"That dumbass friend of yours is gonna get what he deserves for what he did and if I'm lucky I'll get that broad and that baby too." Sandy taunted with a smirk.

Mitch threw a few punches knocking the smaller man down before being pulled away, backed into a wall. Vinny stood in the open space between them pointing a finger at each of them.

"Sandy, if you knew how to back up the shit you say, you wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. You just love getting your ass kicked, don't you?" Vinny asked sarcastically.

Sandy sucked his teeth. "Oh everybody has jokes now. Aren't you gonna do something? He hit me and he had a baby with the black kid's sister."

Mitch struggled against his cousin, "Oh shut up, you whiny ass cry baby! You're lucky they're holding me!"

"Shut it, Mitch! Sandy, you get outta here and do what you said you were gonna do and I want it done tonight. If it's not done then I'm gonna do it to you."

"You got it, Uncle Vinny. I'll even get extras for you." Sandy answered with a smirk.

"I swear to God, Sandy. If you do this, I'll take you out myself. And unlike you, I'm not afraid to do it."

Vinny waved Sandy out of the bar then got closer to Mitch letting his nephews know that they could move.

"So what ... you're gonna kill your own family over these people? It's that what I just heard?"

Mitch glared at his uncle, "They're my family too."

"You mean the black girl and the black baby? Right?" Vinny chuckled.

"I mean my best friend, my girl, my daughter, all of them."

"When were you gonna tell us the good news? Our boy's a daddy now. Hey," Vinny called out, "Get him a drink. He deserves a congratulations."

Mitch huffed. "I don't want a damn drink. I'm leaving."

"No, you're not. You're gonna sit here and wait for Sandy to call. And while we're waiting you're gonna tell me why you didn't tell us."

"I'm not staying here while he's trying to kill them. I told who needed to know. Mama Rose. That's it. She loves my girl and my baby, she's gonna be pissed when she finds out."

Vinny's nostrils flaired as he grew angrier. "Mama Rose isn't here! I am! I'm in charge!"

"All you are is a placeholder while the heat dies down. She wouldn't leave this to you, Vinny. You couldn't even defend yourself from a drug addict," Mitch laughed.

"You keep it up and you'll end up dead along with your precious family, you lil bastard."

While they were going back and forth, one of Mitch's cousins sent a text to Mama Rose about what was happening. Moments later his phone rung and he stepped away to answer.

Hanna pulled up in front of her house and hopped off after killing the engine. She chuckled to herself approaching her stoop.

"Well ... well ... well ... look at my babygirl. What are you doing here this late with my baby?"

Lainey smiled bouncing her four month old daughter in her arms. "Tell your Nana that we were at home alone and your daddy wasn't answering so we thought he was here with Benny."

Hanna grabbed her grandbaby and gave her daughter her housekeys. "No, he's not here but I'm glad you two came to see me. I missed yall. Let's go in and I'll call your bug head brother, I'm sure they're together."

The three of them went inside the two story home, the older two engaging in conversation with each other.

Oliver stood in front of Candace in the chair she was tied to squinting at her. He took a moment to clean his glasses and put them back on before smacking the side of Candace's face.

"Come on, get up. I don't have all day."

Candace came to with a frantic gasp as she tried to move around.

"You might as well stop moving, you're restrained and that won't change. Now are you going to be quiet while we talk to you or do I need to tape your mouth?"

"No, don't. I just wanna know why I'm here. What's happening?" She asked fearfully.

Oliver stepped to the side as the door opened and in walked Charles. His signature smile plastered on his face.

"We met again, Ms. Young. Bet you thought you got away, didn't you?"

"Charles ... what ... what are you doing? Is this because I didn't want to come back? I'm sorry. Just let me go."

With his hands in his pockets, Charles walked a circle around the chair she sat in laughing loudly. "That's not it. Guess again, Ms. Young."

Candace sat quietly. "It's because I told you that I'm pregnant? It's the truth, I am."

"Its not about that because I know you're not."

"What? I went to the doctor. Yes, I am. Please. I'm go away and I won't bother you. Just let me and my baby go."

Again Charles laughed. "You hear that, Oliver? Just let me and my baby go," he mimicked, "When we met, I told you two things that you shouldn't have ever forgotten. Do you remember?"

Oliver stood back with an amused look on his face.

"No, you told me a lot of things. I don't know, Charles."

Charles stopped in front of her and leaned down so she could see his face. "I told you that I'm not the one to play with and there's nothing that you can do, nothing you can say and nowhere that you can go that I won't know about. That doctor told you that because I wanted her to. Wanted to see how long you'd keep it to yourself before you used the card you thought you had."

"All of this so I would come back? Are you really that delusional and crazy?"

"No, that's not it. Whether you came back on your own or forcefully you were coming back. I always make good on my favors for my friends. And this favor just so happens to be for a best friend of mine."

Candace started to move around in the chair trying to get loose. "This is about that money I took from Jim? He got you being his bitch now?"

"That's cute," he laughed, "You think that shit that you pulled with Jim is gonna work on me and you're wrong ... its not. I wouldn't piss on Jim if he was on fire."

"Then who? Who asked you to do this?"

"Aah, if I tell you then I have to kill you." He smiled wickedly at her. "Well ... I'm gonna do that anyways so I'll tell you. On a few occasions David Harrington let you know that you had no idea who you were playing games with and that he could make your insignificant life disappear just ... like ... that. And you didn't listen, you took him for a joke."

Candace started to get scared but still attempted to hide it. "Why?"

"Oliver, would you please enlighten Ms. Young with the list of offenses, please?"

Oliver stepped forward. "Gladly, sir. You extorted money multiple times, interfered and toyed with his niece, Amanda's well being, inserted his son into a murder and got his fiancé killed. And that's just what you did to Mr. Harrington."

"Thank you, Oliver," Charles said with a smile, "Now let's talk about the things you've done to other people. You screwed a friend over which caused the death of your son so you killed your son, you're the reason your brother has caused heartache in the past, you're the reason your brother almost died twice, you're too blame as to why Benny had bad blood with the Malonrs, and you're the reason you're mother almost died."

Candace bit back tears. "Why does he care about those things? They had nothing to do with David."

"Since you asked so nicely. David sees the pain you put your mother through and he doesn't like it at all. Your mother, Ms. Hanna, it's a beautiful woman and beautiful soul who didn't deserve the pile of shit you left in her lap. But he intends to clean it all up, starting with you being in Itty bitty pieces."

Oliver removed his suit jacket and picked up the electric hand saw starting it. The tears started to fall freely from Candace's eyes as she looked between both men.

"Please ... please don't do this," she sobbed "I'm sorry, I'll give the money back I'll leave them all alone."

"Sorry won't undo any of the shit you did, now will it? Oliver, she's all yours. Have fun."

"Will do, sir."

Furious, Mama Rose called Benny's phone. After speaking with her nephew she knew it was time to come out of her faux retirement to set some things straight. In that moment she didn't care about the heat on her being hot, she was going to protect those she held close to her heart above all else.

Benny looked at his phone and frowned a little before answering. "Who this?"

"Now, Benjamin, is that how you answer your phone for your Mama Rose?"

"No ma'am," he chuckled, "How you doing?"

"Oh I would be better if half of my family wasn't worthless. Where are you?"

Benny glanced up from his spot on the floor at Melissa, so was handing him a glass. "I'm at a friend's house helping her. You need me?"

"Is it the girl Veronica had Vinny go after? Is it her, Benjamin?" Mama Rose asked urgently.

"Yes ma'am and I don't even wanna know how you knew that."

"You know I know everything. Listen, you need to go to your mother's house. I'm on my way there but I don't know if I'll make it in time to stop it."

Benny frowned, "Stop what? What's going on?"Just as she got ready to answer, another call came through from mama. "This her right now calling. I'll call you back, Mama Rose." He answered her call effectively ending the previous call.

"Benjamin, baby. Where are you and that friend of yours?" Hanna asked laughing. "Your sister and niece are not happy that you're stealing him away."

"I'm not with him, Mama. I'm helpin, Melissa out. I'm bout to head that way though."

"Okay, baby and bring Melissa with you. And can you please see if you can find out where Mitch is?"

"Yes ma'am I will. Be there in a few. Love yall."

Benny finished chaging the locks quickly then he and Melissa left her house headed for his mama's house. Thankfully there wasn't much traffic so he was able to speed a bit to get there quicker. While they made their way to the house, Mitch was glaring at his uncle making a plan in his head.

"You got something you wanna say to me?" Vinny asked.

Mitch shook his head. "Nothing that I haven't already told you. You know where I stand on this."

"And you know where your family stands. There were lots of good girls that hang around here that you could've had. And you have too many cousins around here to be lookin elsewhere for friends. You're just gonna try any way you can to get away from us."

"I never wanted this. Ever. And you know that. The only reason I got as involved as I was is because your ass went and got stabbed so I had to help." Mitch fired back smartly. "You're so mad that I'm Mama Rose's favorite and she understood me not wanting to be apart of this."

Vinny grunted, "I don't give a shit about that."

"Yeah ... ya do. That's why you try do hard to find shit on me."

"You know what ... if Sandy doesn't get that broad and that baby I think I'll do it myself. And I think I'll enjoy it."

"The same thing I said to Sandy goes for you too. I'm not about to play this bullshit game with you or him when it comes to my family. I will kill you and not think twice about it. And if I don't," he smirked, "Mama Rose will. Just like I'm her favorite and she would do anything for me ... she feels the same way about those two. You harm any of us and she'll kill you."

Vinny stared at his nephew as he answered his ringing phone. He put it on speaker and sat it on the table.

"Yeah?"

"Just letting you know that we're pulling up to the house."

Mitch's blood boiled as he listened to his younger cousin talk. "You little bastard ... you better not."

"Shut up," Vinny barked, "Good. You do it and then you get your ass back here. Understand?"

Sandy agreed before getting off of the phone. One of the cousins that worked behind the bar approached their table extending the bar phone to Mitch making Vinny frown.

"What the hell are you doin?"

The cousin shrugged urging Mitch to take the phone. "Mama Rose."

Mitch took the phone and the cousin walked away. When he put the phone to his ear, he stared atvhis uncle.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Do not change your face. You keep whatever expression you have, I want him to think I'm pissed at you." Mama Rose instructed quickly.

Mitch sighed harshly, "Yes ma'am., I understand."

"Good, good. I know what's happening and I'm trying to get there and stop it."

Mitch almost broke and cheered but the sight of Vinny's smug smile kept him from doing so.

"But, Mama," Mitch started trying to act as if he was pleading. "Please, that's my baby in that house."

"And I'll make damn sure they all remain safe. But listen to me. Are you listening?"

Mitch dropped his head a bit. "I'm listening."

"If I am unable to get there before it happens and stop it, whether anyone gets hit or not, I will make sure that those involved are handled. In the event that this happens, I will let your cousins behind the bar know and they will do as instructed. Okay?"

Yes, Mama. I understand but please hear me out."

"I know, Mitch. You did good. I have to go."

The phone hung up before Mitch could say anything. The cousin came to retrieve the phone making quick eye contact with Mitch then walked off.

"Mama, can you make her a bottle while you're in the kitchen? She getting all fussy." Lainey yelled from her seat on the sofa in the living room.

"Yeah, baby but you're gonna have to bring her formula! I don't have anymore here!" Hanna yelled back.

Lainey looked through her daughter's diaper bag for the can of formula. Once she had it, she carried it and her daughter to the kitchen. Benny pulled up in front of his mother's house and quickly jumped out of the car with Melissa. He pulled her in front of him then let them into the house.

"Mama! Lainey! Where yall at?" He yelled frantically as he walked through the foyer.

Hanna laughed a little, "We're in the kitchen and stop yelling."

Benny pulled Melissa along with him, when he got to the kitchen he hugged his sister and his mama then kissed his niece's head.

Lainey stared at him strangely and laughed, "Boy what is wrong with you? You squeezing the life outta us."

"Something is going down, it's not safe." He explained quickly. "Mama Rose called to warn me. I'm sure it's about what happened earlier."

Lainey and Hanna shared a look then looked at him. "What did you do, Benjamin?"

Melissa stepped forward. "He was protecting me, Ms. Hanna. Veronica sent the Malones after me and Benny beat him up so now he's pissed."

The black van carrying Sandy and his cousins pulled up slowly in front of the two story home. Inside Sandy readied his gun but kept fumbling.

"You sure you got this? We can do it."

Sandy glared at his cousin. "I don't need help. I got this. You just sit back and watch. I'm gonna take all of them out."

Oliver finished with his task, set up the disposal and went to get cleaned up before going to meet with Charles. He met the president elect in his home office.

"I take it that it's taken care of," Charles said smoothly turning side to side in his office chair.

"Yes sir, of course. She's being disposed of as we speak."

Charles smiled. "Did you save what I asked you to save?"

"Yes sir," Oliver said proudly, "Packaged, sealed and ready to go."

"Good, good. I want to be in Savannah tonight. I like to deliver my good news in person."

Oliver nodded pulling his phone out. "I can make that happen in the next thirty minutes. If I can ask, sir. May I make a personal stop during this trip to Savannah? It won't take long."

Charles leaned back in his chair relaxing, his smile still on his face. "Somce you did such a good job, I'll allow it. What is the stop?"

"I just wanna check in on a friend of mine. She had a baby not too long ago and I haven't been able to see the baby yet."

"You got a girlfriend and a baby, Oliver? Hiding things from me?"

Oliver quickly looked up from his phone laughing, "No, sir. Of course not. Me and her have been friends for years, nothing like that. She's actually Hanna's daughter."

Charles raised a brow, "Alaina? She anything like her sister?"

"No, not at all. If she was, we wouldn't be friends. She's a good girl who doesn't take anybody's shit," Oliver laughed going back to his phone, "She is definitely her mother's child. She loved to fight growing up."

"I think I'd like to make this stop with you."

Oliver glanced at him for a moment then back to his phone. "That's fine with me, sir. But I have to warn you, she is in a relationship."

Charles chuckled. "I just wanna meet her. Nothing else."

"Yes sir of course. We will be ready to take off in about twenty minutes. I'll have a bag prepared for you. "

"Thank you, Oliver. Let Landen know you and Ramsey will be the only ones accompanying me. He is to stay here and make sure that the house gets packed up correctly."

#hahn au #have and have nots au #i rewrote last nights episode excluding jim/ice queen/mama Katheryn #im gonna do mama katheryn and jim and include mama and david where they should be next time #so ya know...here we are 😂#i hope its better than last night's episode

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mxddyhero · 2 months

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made this lil guy to go on my juza ita bag ^^

#it was my first time making a pattern for a design... i dont think i did too bad !!#though i know where i need to adjust things now... it's a process !!!#gonna try to make torment doll next !!!#shut up hahn anyway

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hahndlewithcare · 1 month

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okay, yesterday was sad day. what if. today I just make fairy buns and actually celebrate.

#i didnt MEAN to be sad yesterday it just happened #the date weighs on me a little #shut up hahn anyway

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foxy-knowledgeseeker · 3 years

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happy ffwf!! what's a character whose pov you've written from that ended up being a different experience than what you expected (maybe good, maybe bad, maybe in-between)? why do you think that was the case? feel free to promo the fic(s) this character's pov is in! (- thinkingisadangerouspastime)

Happy ffwf!!!

This is such a good question, and also so hard for me. I guess just any super minor character I have written for has been a different experience because when you write for minor characters you go into it only with what you know about them from canon (which isn't a lot) and end up filling in the gaps as you write! And I always end up surprising myself as I characterize them. To avoid sounding like a broken record talking about my process inventing a full personality for Haru (as I have done every week for the last several weeks lol), I'll talk a little about a drabble of Arnook's POV that I wrote for a Yue-centric fic I have in the works!

My experiencing writing Arnook was surprisingly nice! I didn't think I would think too much about him when I started brainstorming this fic. It is supposed to be about Yue after all! I even originally intended for this scene to be from her POV, but something started telling me the fic just *needed* Arnook's voice for this part, so I listened to my instincts and switched it around. The end result is something I am really proud of! I ended up giving Arnook so much more tenderness for Yue than I thought I would. I really wanted to lean into those feelings we see in "Siege of the North" when he says he is "so proud...and so sad..." for Yue. I think those feelings really add a lot of depth to Yue's role as this unsung "chosen one" of the ATLA series and to Arnook's role as the wise chief but also loving father.

Anyway, here is the snippet for anyone that is interested! I can't wait to share the rest of the fic with you al!!

Arnook is alone in his study when he hears the sound of the hall door shutting and the light clatter of footsteps on ice that suddenly stops just on the other side of the wall. He peers through the crack of his study door to see a shadow wrapped in a lavender parka and a flash of brilliant white hair. Arnook smiles to himself. Yue could never go anywhere unnoticed, not with that hair. She is frozen in the hall, probably having seen the light of the lanterns coming from his study and making sure Arnook has not heard her sneaking out.

Arnook knows what she must be doing. She has never left the palace without his permission before, and certainly never at night. She has always been a dutiful and mild-tempered daughter. One who never had any need to defy her father because their interests had always aligned. Yue is as devoted to her station as any chief could hope of their offspring.

But Arnook is not a stupid man. He remembers what it was like to be sixteen. To feel the rushing warmth of attraction and the exhilarating feel of getting away with something he wasn’t supposed to be doing. And he has noticed the way Yue looks at that Southern boy, Sokka. And Arnook cannot deny the excitement he offers her, a strapping stranger who has traveled the world, who comes with the status of the Avatar’s personal companion, and who can tell her of wild and varied experiences she will never know herself.

Arnook doesn’t know how long Yue will be married to Hahn before fate catches up with her. She has spent sixteen years with so few selfish moments and an indeterminate amount of time left to be selfish. To take joy where she can. To fall in love. So Arnook decides to let her meet the boy. He decides to let her have this small reprieve of youthful gratification. He decides to wait in his study until Yue thinks she has successfully gone undetected and leaves the hall before he extinguishes his lamps and leaves to go to his bedchamber and his wife. He decides to let Yue go.

I hope you like it!

#thanks for the ask!#ffwf #my fanfic #yuekka #yue #arnook #thinkingisadangerouspastime

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spookyrobbins · 3 years

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dialogue game part #i lost count

1) "what's up with cardio surgeons and their obsession with cutting people's hair?" (tedzona shenanigans)

2) "I'm in an on call room crying my eyes out because I can't stop missing you. But you're not mine to miss anymore, are you?"

3) "and that's how I learned what ghosting is"

4) "you definitely have a type"

5) "I want to Skype Teddy"

"Arizona it's 4 AM in Germany, leave Teddy alone"

6) "why don't you two tell Sofia the story of how you managed to get banned from the local pool?"

7) "remember that picture I sent you?"

"the scan room one?"

"yeah, Bailey almost caught me taking it"

8) "what's going on with you?"

"I think I ate poisoned cookies"

9) "I get cravings when I'm on my period"

10)"you've never witnessed Arizona on pain meds? then you're in for a good time"

11) "that's my high school diary? where did you find it!?"

1) "what's up with cardio surgeons and their obsession with cutting people's hair?" (tedzona shenanigans)

“Okay, so nobody panic.”

“Teddy, do not start sentences with ‘nobody panic’ when you’re babysitting our daughter.”

“Right, yeah, no, that makes sense. I shouldn’t have started with that.”

“Teddy, what happened? Are you at the hospital?”

“Did you put me on speakerphone?”

“No, I thought I’d just fill Callie on the way to the hospital- yes, of course, I put it on speakerphone you led with ‘nobody panic’.”

“Fair enough.”

“Teddy, talk.”

“So, Sofia may or may not have managed to get some gum out of my purse and then she got it in her hair and I sort of panicked and may have cut her hair and then it was uneven, so I tried to fix it but uh, it’s not great, I’ll pay for her haircut or whatever-”

“Why didn’t you just use peanut butter?”

“Gee, Callie, where were you 45 minutes ago when your kid was losing her tiny mind?”

“We’ll be home in 20. It’ll be fine, Teddy. It’s just hair.”

“... so what’s up with cardio surgeons and their obsession with cutting other people’s hair?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Cristina cut my hair once and if her skills are anything to go by, our poor baby is gonna look a mess. Her poor, beautiful hair, ruined by a cardio surgeon. You’d think all that delicate work would… are you even listening?”

“Um, no, I was flagging down our waiter so we could go deal with the two children.”

2) "I'm in an on call room crying my eyes out because I can't stop missing you. But you're not mine to miss anymore, are you?"

“Oh crap, sorry, I didn’t think anyone was-”

“Arizona?”

“Callie? … um, is everything okay?”

“Hm, oh, yeah, everything’s great.”

“Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to… I should go…”

“I see you!”

“Sorry?”

“Bailey had this whole speech about who I want cheering next to me and I see you and now I’m in an on-call room crying my eyes out because I can’t stop missing you, can’t stop loving you. But you’re not mine to miss anymore, are you? You’re just… I don’t know, so fine and normal and encouraging and I don’t even think you care-”

“I don’t care? I don’t care? You’re the one with a girlfriend. You’re the one who’s moved on. You told me I suffocated you, that we both needed to be free. So I let you go, Callie. I let you go and I miss you all the time, but you’re really not mine to miss anymore. You have Penny and you moved on and you’re happy and I made you unhappy for so long, the least I can do is step back and let you move on without having to worry about me and my feelings. So, no, Callie, I’m not fine and I care so much it hurts, like it is a physical ache in my chest that never quite goes away.”

“What?”

“I don’t think I can move on from you. I don’t think I can ever love someone else like I love you.”

“You love me?”

“Callie-”

“No, no, I swear to God, Arizona, if you walk out that door… You said you love me!”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want you to stop… stop protecting me, stop trying to be a good man in a storm, just stop. I want you to actually tell me what you feel, what you’re thinking.”

“I don’t-”

“Please, Arizona.”

“What do you want me to say? That I love you. That I’ve been in love with you for years and I know I’m probably the worst person in the world for you and I don’t want to be selfish but I love you and it hurts and I don’t know what to do anymore. Because I want you to be happy, but I want you to be happy with me and every, every time I see you with someone else, it’s like a little more of me dies and it hurts and I am so tired of being in pain all the time. Because loving someone shouldn’t feel like dying, but loving you and knowing that I always, only ever hurt you, make you miserable, it makes it hard to breathe sometimes and I can’t… I should go… I’m sorry.”

“Wait, Arizona- Damn it.”

3) "and that's how I learned what ghosting is"

“And that’s how I learned what ghosting is. Did you like my presentation?”

“Sof, I think you’re presentation is supposed to be on the history of Halloween in Ireland, not on ghosts.”

“Ghosting, Mommy.”

“I don’t think that word means what you think it does.”

“And what does it mean, Arizona?”

“Stop laughing, Calliope. Just say ghosts, Sofia, not ghosting. Ghosting is something else. Something that immature adults do.”

“That doesn’t make any sense, isn’t ghosting the verb of ghosts? So if a ghost was doing ghost-y things, they’re ghosting.”

“That is technically right, I think.”

“No, it isn’t, Callie, and you know it, honestly. Sof, how about we re-work your presentation and Mama will go pick up dinner?”

“Pizza?”

“Yes, and she’ll even get the really good kind-”

“That’s like ten blocks away, c’mon, Arizona.”

“Shouldn’t’ve laughed.”

4) "you definitely have a type"

“So… that was Eliza Minnick… interesting.”

“Yep. Interesting.”

“What speciality is Carina Deluca again?”

“OB, why?”

“You definitely have a type.”

“I do not.”

“Um, yes, you kinda do. Brunette, kinda intense, speaks another language, doctors. Ortho, apparently. I suppose Carina was an outlier.”

“Oh shut up. Erica Hahn is blonde and well, she’s a bitch and I’m not, so maybe you just like blondes. Mark was blonde.”

“Okay, so we both have a type. But yours is way more specific.”

“Ugh, fine, I guess you’re right. You’re the hottest though.”

“Aw, thanks, babe. You’re not too bad yourself. Ow! Don’t pinch me, Arizona!”

5) "I want to Skype Teddy"

"Arizona it's 4 AM in Germany, leave Teddy alone"

(if there was no plane crash, but teddy still left)

“I need to call Teddy.”

“Arizona, it is 4 AM in Germany. Leave Teddy alone. She needs to sleep.”

“No, no, you don’t understand-”

“Of course, I don’t-”

“She said that I couldn’t skate the entire length of the hospital, she said it was impossible, but I was right and I did it-”

“And you managed to sprain your wrist and now you can’t operate for 4 weeks-”

“It’ll be good for Karev. I’m still calling Teddy. She owes me 20 bucks. But we’re not telling her about my wrist, okay?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Shh, it’s ringing.”

6) "why don't you two tell Sofia the story of how you managed to get banned from the local pool?"

“Why don’t you two tell Sofia the story of how you managed to get banned from the local pool?”

“Seriously, Torres?”

“Calliope.”

“No, no, I think you should have to tell our daughter.”

“It was Mark’s fault-”

“It was Robbins’ fault-”

“You pushed me first!”

“And then you pulled me in!”

“Pfft, I thought you’d be stronger, Mark. And anyway, you were the one who started flirting with that woman, even though she had a very obvious wedding band tan and then when her husband punched you, what was I supposed to do? Let some dude kick your ass?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, fine then, Calliope, next time Mark is getting his ass kicked, I’ll just let him.”

“You didn’t have to make the guy cry, Blondie.”

“You’re just sore because I managed to kick his ass while you were curled up on the ground protecting the Sloan nose.”

“It’s a good nose!”

#the rest will be in a follow up post #just so this isn't insanely long #ask games #no post on sundays #anon

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makersclark · 3 years

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Once, Twice, Three Times a Bad Finale

Episode 6 of Marvel's LOKI series is so discordant from it's predecessors that it might as well have been made by an entirely different creative team, one who maybe heard a snippet of cliff notes about the rest of the show at one time. What it does have a remarkably large amount in common with are the finales of both it's Disney+ MCU sister shows, Wandavision and The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Both series also ended with wet, unsatisfying thumps, opting for easy answers or tidy solutions, or, worse still, when presented with no tidy solutions, shoving one through anyway. Through it all there is a stench of wrongness, like we took a left turn into one of the timelines that has branched off. 'For All Time. Always.' both looks and feels cheap, to start, which is strange for a series with the best-yet production design and value out of all three shows. Every camera angle and shot seems designed to simply exist rather than be a part of the storytelling. Loki and Sylvie walk through a dusty, crumbling manor, but it's all so CGI'd and barely there that it leaves no impact whatsoever. Compared to the thought-out and lived-in TVA HQ, this place feels basically tacked on. Simultaneously over-and-under produced. Or we can take how Jonathan Majors is introduced, for instance, in almost certainly what is supposedly a moment of high drama. It might as well include a long, loud fart FX for all the impact it has. And Majors himself, a rather capable actor, here seems like he came in off the street to casually read lines with only the notes "He's evil" given to him. It's reminiscent of the great Kathryn Hahn's turn from intriguing and mysterious nosy neighbor into incredibly boring, evil laugh-having Agatha Harkness on Wandavision. It's so clearly the wrong choice, and would have to have seemed so to the people working on set, except for the fact that it made it through production unscathed.

Then there's the writing of the scene, which gives nothing for our two hero Lokis to do or play off. Indeed, the two keep their mouths shut for almost this entire sequence (which is most of the episode). They sometimes repeat again and again what their motivations or histories are, for the cheap seats in the back, but for the most part any and all development for these characters is over and done with. If anything, they regress, frightfully fast and with a little more than a lazy handwave. It's telling that even the kiss, though a feint by Sylvie, doesn't feel earned, despite having had a good amount of build up since episode three.

A friend of mine and I were discussing why the Marvel movies always feel like they are missing an essential ingredient, despite all the money and time put into them. He put it succinctly: "They are maximum expenditure for minimal effort." The season finale of Loki really feels like the people involved just decided to call a mulligan and 'finish early for the day, thanks'. You could even describe the entire forty five minutes as one long, distended mid-credits teaser, which is the worse sort of consequence to the attachment and potency those teasers have achieved. This episode doesn't even feel edited well, so haphazardly is it structured.

There's no effort put in to tell stories that satisfy or even come close. Just an on-going "Next time, we'll really getcha!" There must have been so many ways to close off the story of Loki and Sylvie and still achieve this supposedly universe-altering change by the end, but instead we get some truly unbelievably long scenes of exposition (all in a row!), a perfunctory fight, and an almost shocking disdain for what I really did think was pretty solid writing (and certainly performances) from everyone involved in the first five episodes.

Here, we see the way that Marvel self-sabotages better than any production house on the planet. No matter the quality or intentions of the work, like the TVA, it all serves a higher purpose. And that purpose is to keep the machine churning without breaking any of the toys.

#Loki #Season Finale #MCU #Oof

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅱ Vol.6 Yuma VS Azusa [TRACK 5]

Original title: レゾンデートル

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS II Vol. 6 Yuma VS Azusa [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki & Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: I think I have said this before when translating his Bloody Bouquet CD, but Yuma gives the best pep talks. Out of all the DL characters, he really seems the most down-to-earth and reasonable when it comes to both accepting and expressing his emotions. All of the others are conflicted or too stubborn to admit how they truly feel, but Yuma has very little filters and that’s honestly what I appreciate about him. It makes for such a nice change of pace.

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 ll Track 6

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Track 5: Raison D’être

*CRASH*

Yuma enters the room.

Yuma: ...That damn door finally opened up. Listen up...Unlike ya guys, I can’t enter this room through that narrow well. ‘Cause of that, it took me a while to bust inside of here.

Azusa: Yuma...I thought you went to see Ruki?

Yuma: I got kinda worried. That maybe you’d totally lose your mind from the lunar eclipse and that Sow over there wouldn’t make it out alive.

*Rustle*

Yuma: ーー And sure enough. Who said he wouldn’t do anythin’, huh?

Azusa: ...!

Yuma walks up to you.

Yuma: Oi, everythin’ alright? I figured ya might have lost an arm or a leg, but Azusa seems to be the one injured instead. The fuck’s goin’ on?

*Rustle*

Yuma: By the way, Azusa. You’re still spoutin’ that bullshit, huh?

Azusa: What do...you mean?

Yuma: Don’t play dumb. You know, the stuff where you’d ask us to hurt ya. ...Geez, keep that kinda fucked up shit to the bare minimum already, won’t ya?

Azusa: You just don’t...understand.

Yuma: Haahn!?

Azusa: I’m different from you. I’m utterly useless...nor can I ever be of use. On top of that, I’m always...strange, as if someone has taken control of my brain. I thought that I could finally become normal thanks to the eclipse...

Yuma: That’s not true...!

Azusa: Getting hurt...is where my value lies. Right, Eve?

Yuma: Haahー!?

Azusa: That’s the only value I have in life so...Why? Yuma...Why am I jealous of you?

Yuma: Che...I don’t have a fuckin’ clue whatcha talkin’ ‘bout, mate.

Azusa: This is strange...It makes no sense. I want to blame it all on the moon but...When you look at or are hurt by Yuma...This strong anger wells up inside of me...and my chest aches...I feel like I’m going crazy...Bearing the pain is what makes me valid. I’m well aware of this butーー This pain in particular, is hard to endure...

Yuma...! Is the little voice in my head responsible for this as well!? He makes me believe that...Eve belongs only to me. I can’t stop it. Even though I’m so utterly useless...Even though I can never become Adam...Still, Iーー

He looks over at you.

Azusa: I want to keep Eve...all for myself.

*Rustle*

Azusa: I...want you.

Yuma: Honestly, I really don’t get ya. To be blunt, you’re the type of guy I have a hard time dealin’ with. Both now and in the past. ...Anyway, don’t ya think it’s ‘bout time ya understand this? Ruki told ya as well, no? We’re brothers. While we may have different roles to fulfill in the family, there’s no hierarchy between us.

Azusa: ...

Yuma: Try and remember the time at the orphanage. Bet ya can’t forget ‘bout it even if ya wanted to? All of us received the same shit treatment. We were all equally punched and hurt.

Azusa: But...!

Yuma: No but’s or however’s! You’re the only one of us who still clings to the concept of a hierarchy...! Your current life is completely different from the one you led back when living at the wanderers’ camp! ...So gettin’ jealous...or wantin’ to hog the Sow all for yerself...is totally valid.

Azusa: ...! Yuma...?

*Rustle*

Yuma: But ya know, she’s the one thing I can’t just hand over to ya. Desire isn’t somethin’ ya can control through reason.

Azusa: Desire...?

Yuma: It’s the same as wantin’ to eat. Ya can’t suppress it.

Azusa: But...Up till now...I’ve never thought like this...

Yuma: Is that truly so? ...Well, I’m not ya, so I can’t tell for sure whether ya felt it as strong or not, but I guess people just differ? ーー Say...

Yuma suddenly pulls you close.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Isn’t that true? ...Well, I honestly don’t think it’s worth stressin’ yerself out over it. Don’t ya think this lil’ voice in yer head ya keep on talkin’ ‘bout...is actually just yer own feelings speakin’?

Azusa: My...own?

Yuma: Yeah. Ya think way too much ‘bout stuff like ‘bein’ useful’ or ‘the reason behind yer existence’...In reality, there’s nothin’ wrong with ya at all. It’s normal to exist.

Ruki: Ruki and...Kou too? Do they feel the same way?

Yuma: ...Ya better not say that in their faces. You’re gonna get smacked on the head. You’re crazy ‘cause ya keep on restrainin’ yerself. Notice that already. Right here...There’s nobody who would get a kick out of hurtin’ ya...

Azusa: ...T-Then...This pain in my chest can...just stay the way it is...?

Yuma: Ya like pain, don’t ya? Just accept it. ...Besides, if it’s makin’ ya uncomfortable, then try and do somethin’ ‘bout it.

Yuma hugs you close.

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: My bad but...Ya might have to try and steal her away from me. If ya do that, the pain might just fade away.

*Smooch*

Azusa: Oh...Steal? Can I...? Do I have the right to...?

Yuma: Idiot. That isn’t somethin’ ya need my permission for. However, she’s mine.

Azusa: You can’t...Eve...belongs to me.

Yuma: God...Ya really are stubborn after all. But it’s also fascinatin’. Makes it worth takin’ her from ya after all. Mmh...

*Smooch*

Azusa: ...I don’t think I can grow to like this pain so...I need her.

Yuma: I see. Fine by me. Bring it on. Let’s have her decide which one of us she prefers. Of course...

*Rustle*

Yuma: ーー With these bad boys.

Yuma bites you.

Yuma: Nn...Mmh...

Azusa: You can’t, Yuma...She is...mine Eve. Come on, don’t face his way. Look at me...If you won’t, I’ll do this...

Azusa bites you as well.

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

Yuma: Nice expression you’re rockin’ there, Sow...How does it feel to have two Vampires toy with ya at the same time? Hehe...

Azusa: Haah...Eve...Does it hurt? Or does it feel good? ...I’ll make you feel even better.

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

Azusa: Mmh...

*Gulp gulp*

Yuma: Oi, oi, Azusa...With that sorta technique, you’ll only tickle her a lil’. This is what a...real bite looks like! Haahn...

*Sluuuuurp*

Yuma: ...Hahー! ...See? Seems like she feels so good, she’s at a total loss for words. Hahn...Mmh...

*Sluuuuurp*

Azusa: It’s not just about strength...Say? I know where it feels good for you...I’ll pierce you with my fangs exactly there...Haahn...

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

Azusa: Mm...

*Gulp*

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

*Sluuuuurp*

Azusa: Nn...Haah...Look this way, Eve...It feels good, doesn’t it? Let’s...kiss. Mmh...Nn...

*Smooch*

Azusa: Nn...

*Smooch*

Yuma: Borin’...For one, you’ve never been this fixated on her before, have ya?

Azusa: ...Haah...Today is...special. However, when I think about it... I might have actually...been obsessed with her this whole time. I simply didn’t realize...but thanks to the moon, it became clear...Mmh...

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

Azusa: Mmh...

*Sluuuuurp*

Yuma: Come on...Gimme some as well...Hahn...

*Sluuuuurp*

Yuma: Mmh...Nn...Ya better don’t let that guys’ words get to ya too much...Nnh...

*Sluuuuurp*

Azusa: No fair...Yuma...You can’t just hog her for yourself...

Yuma: Shut up! I don’t take orders from anyone!

Azusa: ...Eve...Do you like Yuma’s that much? However, mine are good too, you know...I mean, look...My fangs fit you so perfectly, they can give you the pain you desire at once. Haah...

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

Yuma: Ahn? Bein’ a lil’ cheeky there, aren’t ya?

*Sluuuuurp*

Yuma: Ah...This is bad...I said that but...Haah...It kinda sounds like I’m tryin’ to tell ya to hold yerself back, huh? That’s weird...

Azusa: I don’t care if it’s cheeky or not...I love Eve...Mmh...

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

Yuma: Che...Annoyin’...That kinda sappy stuff isn’t for me.

*Rustle*

Yuma: I’ll use my fangs...to have her confess her feelings for me.

Azusa: I wonder who will achieve that faster?

Yuma: Sow...Say you love me...

*Rustle*

Azusa: Eve obviously loves me more...Right? You do, don’t you? Of course you do...Mmh...

*Gulp gulp*

Yuma: Ah yeah, yeah. Just tell yerself that. ...Come on, Sow. Don’t get distracted by him.

*Sluuuuurp*

The two of them continue sucking your blood.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yuma mukami #azusa mukami #diabolik lovers VERSUS II #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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baegarrick · 4 years

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ZUKKA ADVICE COLUMNIST AU! EITHER sokka as the columnist with a large readership/listenership bc of his elaborate plans to address typical relationship/work problems & zuko asking questions about social situations/making new friends when you've had a troubled childhood & your best friend is your uncle. OR: zuko as the thoroughly unqualified advice columnist (THAT'S ROUGH BUDDY)

yes 👏🏻

idk if it was inspired by this post or not, but if you haven’t seen it you should

finally got this done I'm the slowest actually

as much as I love “thoroughly unqualified zuko” (he’s my favorite dummy), I’m kinda so here for a “sokka’s elaborate plans” au

I’m thinking a little “you’ve got mail” and that post mixed in

so: Sokka is an advice columnist in the college paper. (this is a college au now sorry)

Zuko is one of his roommates (with like, Aang and Haru or something)

Sokka’s column is one of those “ask auntie” anonymous columns, and the name he’s forced to pen under is.... Aunt Wu. Katara and Aang both know he writes for the paper in the column, bc Katara’s his sister and Aang is their oldest friend and he figured it out (the kid is smart), but most of their friends don’t know, mostly bc the paper wants to keep it as anonymous as possible, and also he really didn't plan on staying this long. it was supposed to be one of those easy jobs for a semester until he got an internship in the robotics department, but it’s three semesters and one robotics internship later and he still!! has a job!! (partially because they told him if he quit they would do something unspeakably horrible to him, and also bc he’s..... popular??)

it started out as just a job, but Sokka’s an overthinker. he’s bright as hell, and maybe it’s his engineering brain, but he sometimes misses the obvious sometimes. Half his plans for “how do I deal with this guy who I’m dating who says either the fish goes or he does?” start out “dump him!!!” and then end with “.... actually wait, first of all it’s really shitty he wants you to get rid of a fish??? its a FISH???? it doesn’t even do anything????” and then three paragraphs of both a personal experience (sokka surprisingly has a lot of personal stories that Relate) and an elaborate plan for dumping this guy and then signing him up for like 12 free fish magazines.

He gets really popular, and while some of the questions he gets are weird and kinda over the top (”aunt wu, I’m blind but want to join the wrestling team, how do i tell my parents I’m both gay and stronger than them?”) some are just kinda sad (”aunt wu, my uncle is my best friend, how do I make friends?”). They’re all asked anonymously, sometimes with funny names attached. The latter is from a guy calling himself, “Blue Spirit.”

Anyway. Three semesters into writing this column, he lives with Aang, Zuko, and Haru. He picked Aang, the other two just came with the place (Suki, Katara, Yue, and Toph said “under absolutely no circumstances will we be splitting up so good LUCK boys we’re out.”)

He starts getting questions like, “How do I break the ice with my roommates?”, from the “Blue Spirit” guy, which prompts Sokka to get his roommates involved. He’s not against crowdsourcing. (only aang knows about the job, he tells the others its for school.) Sokka doesn’t really know Haru and Zuko, but like, this is a great way to get to know them, right?

Haru’s chill off the bat, but Zuko’s awkward and fumbling, and a little shy (though Sokka has heard him getting in a shouting match with the TV on more than one occasion), but after they get into it, throwing out ideas, Sokka thinks, you know, this was a good way to make friends with roommates. (he doesn’t write that, exactly, he’s got a reputation to uphold, but he includes “tricking them into hanging out with you by asking about a homework assignment” in the article) Zuko’s in the living room a lot more often after that, and even asked for Sokka’s help on a physics assignment once (ya know, bc Sokka’s super smart), so he thinks the method is tried and true.

A couple weeks of other mundane questions, he gets one that makes him pause. “What do I do if I have a crush on my roommate?” (Blue Spirit). and he thinks, “oh no, the ice breaker worked TOO WELL.” (but, of course, he doesn’t know what to do about this. He’s never had a crush on a roommate before. Aang’s like his little brother, Jet was a creep, and Hahn was the WORST. So he outsources again.)

[”Hey Aang,” Sokka says, hanging half upside down off the couch, “would you date your roommate?”

“Sorry Sokka, I’m flattered, but you know that Katara has captured my heart-- hey!” Sokka throws the remote at him.

“Not me! Just like, in general. Would you date someone you’re living with?”

“Oh, is this advice for your...... thing?” His eyes twinkle, “Or.... do you have a crush on someone I should know about????” (Aang is wildly unhelpful. He says he would date his roommate, no questions asked, but Sokka thinks he’s just thinking about Katara.)

He asks Zuko, next, the first person to come through the door.

“Would you date your roommate, Zuko?” Sokka asks. Zuko looks like he’s a deer caught in the headlights. “I’m asking for a friend,” Sokka says, whenever they ask. This was what had gotten him in trouble with Aang, but so far no one else had noticed Aunt Wu answering the same questions in the paper a week later.

Zuko relaxes, but he doesn’t look much better. “Uhhhh.”

“I mean, not like, us,” Sokka said, “I don’t know if you’re into dudes--”

“Definitely into dudes,” Zuko rushes to say, his cheeks pink all over again, and it’s cute. Sokka can see why dating him might be appealing. Oh no. That’s a thought for later. “Definitely gay.” And then, “I mean.... would you?”

“I don’t know,” Sokka says thoughtfully, looking Zuko over. Before he can think over it, Haru comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered.

Haru just shrugs. “I mean, isn’t your spouse just like your permanent roommate? It’s just like making a commitment really really early.”]

He publishes this in the paper: “What do you want to do about it?”

When he’s typing it up, he thinks about it. There are really two options for having a crush on your roommate. One, you can tell them you like them, or two, suffer in silence. He thinks about it. If he had a crush on someone-- his thoughts wandering to Zuko far more often than he likes-- he would probably do something about it. That’s what he did with Yue, that’s what Suki did with him. He details an elaborate plan with anecdotes about what he did with Yue, leaving out the part that they broke up. Giving her gifts, making her laugh, showing up at her workplace just to hang out for a little while. He details a 12-step plan that involves defeating your rival in hand-to-hand combat.

Of course, none of that would work with Zuko. They once got into an argument over how loud the TV was when neither of them were watching it, so he definitely wouldn’t want Sokka fighting his battles for him.

And then, oh no.

(He publishes the article. He tries not to feel like a hypocrite when he doesn’t immediately ask Zuko out, thinking about what Haru says. It’s a lot of commitment for an early relationship. He’s always the responsible one. For once in his life, he doesn’t go after what he wants.)

A couple months of this, living with these dudes, one of whim he now has a crush on!! thanks ANONYMOUS BLUE SPIRIT, the girl running the horoscopes segment of the paper quits and leaves that segment without an author. cue Sokka, reluctant horoscope writer. (He doesn’t even believe in this stuff!! but does he really believe half the stuff he writes in Aunt Wu?)

He half-asses it the first week. He looks up some bullshit guide to what everything means, listens to Toph describe what she thinks they mean over drinks at the tea place, and then sends it off to be published. He finds Zuko sulking in the living room two days later.

[”My horoscope said I’m going to make everyone around me miserable this week!” Zuko falls back on the couch, dramatically, like it’s a fainting sofa. “With my physics exam next week, I know it’s because I’m going to fail and drag you all down with me!”

“Oh,” Sokka says, stopping in the doorway. “You read those? ...and believe them?”

“Yes?” Zuko says, face a flushed red.

“Oh,” Sokka says, mind going a million miles per hour. “I have to, uh, go do my homework now.”]

The next week, Scorpio gets a nice horoscope about how everything is going to go right in the world and all that other sappy bullshit. Zuko looks better before his exam, and he’s happier. Sokka keeps that in mind whenever he seems Zuko looking a little down.

It’s not until the week before Winter Break that Sokka is forced to confront his feelings, in the dumbest of ways. His laptop breaks, and he asks Zuko to borrow his so he can finish the second-to-final Aunt Wu column. Zuko tosses his laptop over without thinking, from the other side of the couch, and he goes to open a document when he sees one already open.

It’s an early draft of a letter addressed to Aunt Wu, and it’s signed off with, “Blue Spirit.” He looks over at Zuko, who seems to realize what he left open at the same time, and suddenly--

[Zuko pounces, practically leaping into Sokka’s lap to slam the laptop shut. Sokka looks down at him, surprised. The only thing he can think of saying is, “You’re the Blue Spirit?”

Zuko looks more like he’s ready to die than ever, cheeks a furious red, “You read Aunt Wu?”

“Of course not,” Sokka says without thinking. “I write it.”

“Oh,” Zuko says, “that’s so much worse.”

Finally the implication catches up to Sokka, and this time, he feels his face heat, Zuko still sprawled across his lap. “You.... have a crush on your roommate?” Zuko doesn’t say anything. For once, Sokka’s mouth works properly. “Dude, I really hope your crush is on me because otherwise this is gonna be really awkward.”

“Wha--” Zuko tries to say, but Sokka’s leaning down to kiss him. When he pulls back, Zuko looks a little starstruck. “Oh. Yeah. It was definitely on you.”]

(Sokka doesn’t tell him about the horoscopes. He’ll tell him when he graduates, but for now, he likes making Zuko smile.)

#zukka #zukka au

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