#imagine crashing.....meeting the devil. the devil being like fuck no. then actually dying. like where would u go???

[kinghotboy]

no one gets to say i never went for it

all time low; tell me i'm alive

[sirenspells]

Dude pls tell me about ur aus I'm curious as heck wjdjjdnwjdje

Oh god this is such a broad question I have a million AUs nfjfnfjfg, you have no idea of the floodgates you’ve just opened. I’ll try to list them off with a summary of what each ones about. This is going to get so long please beware

P3 Chariot/Fool Swap AU: Pretty standard “Aigis and the Arisatos switch roles” AU. Aigis is a human girl named Aiko who’s the leader of SEES. Minato and Hamuko are two anti shadow weapons who were built around the same time and both join SEES together. Metis and Ryoji also switch roles (and by extension, Thanatos and Psyche as well). Minato is the one who inherits Aiko’s wildcard power during the answer and Hamuko is...not happy about that since she believe her and Aiko were closer.

Pokemon Ultra Moon/Persona Crossover: This is an AU I haven’t posted about in a long time, but it’s basically Pokemon Ultra Moon but with Persona characters. The overall plot stays relatively the same, but little changes are made here and there. Akira can be considered the main protagonist, but Yu, Hamuko, and Minato are also main characters. Yu basically takes Hau’s role, Hamuko takes Lillie’s, and Minato takes Gladion’s. Ikutsuki takes Lusamine’s role so he’s basically the main villain. This AU also has a “sequel story” of sorts that’s based on Pokemon Platinum, where Sunako and Azami (my fanmade femcs) are the main characters.

P5 Robot AU: Akira and Goro are anti shadow weapons. In this AU, Wakaba is part of the Kirijo Group and Shido forced her and some other people to create two personal humanoid weapons for him in secret. Basically, both Akira and Goro were conducting mental shutdowns on Shido’s orders, but Akira slowly realizes how wrong it is and tries to rebel, but Goro puts him in his place and trashes him. By the time he’s discovered in the main story, he’s lost all of his memories and has reverted back to having no emotions, though like Aigis, he slowly becomes more human as the story progresses. Also, Ryuji’s the wildcard and the phantom thieves’ leader.

My Persona rewrite/Frisky’s Persona rewrite: The name isn’t really accurate, it’s the best I could think of and it may as well be true lol. Persona but lots of characters who died get to live (Shinjiro, Ryoji, the Arisatos, Chidori, Zen and Rei), some characters are now Persona users (Shiho, Yuuki), and other random stuff like the water element existing now cause I just want them to use it again atlus please. Also big part of this AU and the biggest reason I hesitate to call it a “rewrite” is cause some of the p3 characters are now the (adopted) parents of some p5 characters. This was the AU’s original point then other stuff got added as it went on lmao.

Shadow Protag Adventures: During PQ2, all of the wildcard’s Shadows decide they are going to work together and cause problems on purpose. They all create their own movie (it’s not really a movie like the other ones but for the sake of the theatre they’re in then yeah) and kidnap the leaders so that the rest of the Persona users have to traverse through their dungeon without their “precious leaders”. The Shadows have the ability to shapeshift and use it to hide their true identities until the very end, using their teammates forms instead to toy with them.

Robot Revival AU: 6 years after Persona 3��s ending, Minato, Hamuko, and Ryoji are freed from being the seal/being sealed and revived into robot bodies. They attend Shujin Academy with Ken and Labrys, and get caught up in the goings on of the Metaverse. They end up sort of becoming a second set of phantom thieves that just explore Mementos (I call them the Shadow Executives but that name might change, it’s more of a placeholder if anything atm), but they do end up meeting the actual Phantom Thieves and joining up with them. Also, Akira’s hometown is Tatsumi Port Island, and he was friends with Minato and Hamuko when they were alive, so the first time he sees them at Shujin he’s like “what the fuck what the fu”

P3 Monster AU: All of SEES are mythical creatures. In this AU, there’s no Personas, and monsters exist, but most humans aren’t aware of their existence. I plan to reveal what monster each member of SEES is as I draw them, but right now they are:

Minato - gargoyle/phoenix (I’m indecisive and I like both of these choices so this AU kinda has two versions. The gargoyle version is probably the one I focus more on, though)

Hamuko - siren

Junpei - demon

Yukari - faerie

Akihiko - dragon

Mitsuru - vampire

Shinjiro - werewolf

And today I casually revealed that Ryoji’s an angel in the tags of a post but is anyone really surprised by that

P4 FEMC/P5 FEMC: Putting these in the same slot cause they’re basically the same concept. Persona 4 and Persona 5, but if they had a female protagonist. P4′s is Azami Narukami, she’s edgy and it takes a bit for her to open up at first, preferring to stay quiet and serious. P5′s is Sunako Kurusu, starts out very shy and quiet but around people she likes she’s very bubbly and cheery. I love them both so much.

Minato is Death: This is kind of like a Minato/Ryoji swap, but with a twist. It’s Arisato twins, but Minato dies in the car crash with their parents, and Aigis seals Death within Hamuko. Due to Hamuko’s grief about her brother dying and wanting to see him again, she subconsciously shapes Death’s human form so that it looks like Minato and how she’d imagined he’d be like if he’d gotten a chance to grow up. Ryoji is human in this AU and was childhood friends with the twins, and his family raises Hamuko after the accident.

Devil Survivor Shadows/Personas AU: A devil survivor au where the Shadows and Personas from the persona series are incorporated into it. Demons are still a thing, and those without a Persona could still potentially fight through COMPs/cellphones, but Shadows are explicitly creatures born from the collective unconscious, and accepting your Shadow gives you a Persona.

Plume of Dusk Minato AU: Similarly to Sho Minazuki from p4 arena ultimax, Minato is experimented on by the Kirijo Group and a Plume of Dusk is implanted into his brain, causing a second soul to be born within him, that being Ryoji. Long after they’ve escaped from the lab, Minato/Ryoji joins Strega, but midway through p3′s story they leave and join SEES.

[mx-in-words]

Minhyuk Drabble

63 with minhyuk? 💖

63. What would you do if you were locked in an elevator with me?

enemies to lovers au for real 

not exactly enemies 

you are both from the same friendship circle 

But the thing is: the SAME COMPANY

AND the SAME TEAM

Which means fighting for the promo and literally everything that can bring your career up.

Your best friend at the office is Yoo Kihyun 

which is Minhyuk best friend too 

It all started when you both entered as staffs 

young and dying to get a job, everything was a competition 

Well, you both became enemies and everyone knows that

But then the meeting of the year came

Which was the one where an intern was going to be promoted

Soo you thought should be you

Minhyuk thought should be him

Of course, you both fight for it.

Imagine, you the devil itself and minhyuk, a perfect demon, every day making each other life hell.

Kihyun, another devil soul appreciate the show tho, who doesn't?

mh: " I would say good morning but then I saw that was you and I don't know snake language"

you: " Oh honey, it's okay, I didn't know your résumé was so poor... Maybe some classes would fit well, also a shower? Trying to help you, honestly"

kh: " Oh the morning burning vibe with a lot of chaos, I don't even have to workship Satan, great"

So it's been like these for some mouths

Until your best friend got seriously sick

And you were the only one who could stay by her side at the hospital.

Which means basically you sleeping 5 hours per day, it's impossible to not see the dark circles right below your eyes and how unfocused you looked.

Kihyun started to notice how bad you were, but you wouldn't admit that you need help.

That day, you stayed the whole night with your friend and didn't sleep at all, so you fuck up with your boss and she sends you home.

Minhyuk, of course, let a note in your desk: " congrats for being so bad working" and that was the last thing you needed today

So you didn't look at his face in the last three days

When he tried to get you, you would just stay quiet doing your work like he wasn't there and he was feeling... Strange.

The BIG DAY has come and both of you looked like trash

So your boss was saying about someone who worked hard, extremely important for the company and... She announced

She announced Sinthia, the girl in the economy department.

Oh... You both souls crashed HARD!!

So as responsible grown-ups, you guys went for some driinksss

Kihyun left early because of his wife ( shownu darling )

And you and minhyuk stayed there... Just drinking in silence

mh: " why did you avoid me the whole week?"

You: " I mean, I should have done this for two years"

mh: " no, I mean seriously, Kihyun was worried and I know I was mean to you... I just, I don't know, we worked so hard... We hated each other so hard for nothing."

you:" okay since we hated each other for nothing I guess you're my colleague now. Well, my best friend is very very sick and I am her only family near so... Some nights without sleep and a lot of nights crying because she is my only family to be honest."

mh: " I am a jerk"

you: " yeah you are but I also was quite though with you so I think white flag?"

mh: " yeah sure"

So you both actually started to talk more

And drink more

And maybe, flirt?

mh: " I have to admit that sometimes when I see you screaming with the clients because they are assholes, I feel very attracted"

you: " yeah I feel the same when you look at the vice, seems like you can kill him with your golden pen or your tie anytime"

mh: " that's exactly what goes in my mind"

He is nice, you knew that your jokes fit his laugh very well and you feel glad to hear it? Are you mad? He hated you, stop

You don't even know where or how you get at the " true or dare but only true" game but

There you were

you: " so, it's it true that you have hook up with Angela in the elevator of James engaged party?"

mh: " God, how do you know that? * Laughs* Yeah, it's true."

you: " interesting "

mh: "What would you do if you were locked in an elevator with me?"

you: " this is not a true or false question"

mh: "But I want to know"

you: "well I don't know, who knows, maybe I would be like Angela and maybe not"

minhyuk eyes lighted a fire inside, you could smell the burning of your body and the sexual attraction hitting the corner and getting there too fast.

mh: " maybe. But I will give it a shot, would you?"

you: " it's better to show you my answer"

With that, you call the bartender, pay your bill and minhyuk does the same, while he was scanning your body.

You walk to the elevator, hoping he follows you, and for your happiness, he does.

You both enter the elevator, the door closes and his mouth is already in yours.

But for your surprise, he was an extremely good kisser, soft, hot and sensual kisses turning you to a mess.

But that was it.

You were too drunk and decided to call a cab and go home. Each one at their own home.

But that doesn't mean that you both don't make out all around while you pretend to hate one another at work.

And things became ... More seriously

So its Sunday morning, Beautiful sun out there and minhyuks is in your bed

Smiling at you, whispering a low " good morning princess" and since then you couldn't help anymore.

You both talked when he appears one mouth after, at your door, saying that he is completely full in love with you.

So yeah, you both demons are dating and kihyun hated it

No, he loves it but it's gross anyway

mh: " I mean, how could I hate someone so sexy?"

You: " I can't blame you, I would like to fuck me either and since you couldn't, it's okay to hate me"

mh: " I guess you being a brat will never change huh?"

you: " oh it depends on you daddy, do you like dirty brats?"

Kihyun: " ugh gross please someone kill me"

[chanbangblog]

ive only felt religion when ive lied with you- 10

A/N: (smut, Chan x reader, Canon compliant, fan/idol)

You fell down on the bed in your room and let the impact knock the air out of you as you stared up at the ceiling. You were back in your room, well, yours and Robyn’s room that apparently neither of you had slept in, what a waste of money that had been for Chris to pay for.

You had texted Robyn, but hadn’t gotten a response. You were mildly worried but not too badly yet, you trusted Jisung, you knew she was safe with him. But Minho was pretty drunk when you left the rooftop so you couldn’t imagine what her night had entailed. You were dying to hear about it the more you thought about it, actually.

You needed a distraction, something, anything to get your mind to stop turning at a million miles per minute. You pulled out your phone, avoiding Youtube this time and went to Netflix, you had a couple kdramas pulled up on there but you didn’t want anything close to romantic. So you went to the horror section and picked the first movie you saw.

You rolled over on your stomach and set your phone in front of you, but two minutes into the movie you realized you were not going to be able to focus at all. Your mind was too occupied, and there was one person in every single thought.

“Ughhhhh!” you screamed dramatically, slamming your phone down on the bed.

What is wrong with me? Why did I do this? How can this end well? This is just like the Avengers, over a billion different scenarios and only one where you could win.

But you didn’t even know what winning was anymore.

Okay so I like him, a lot. But what is the goal here? Do I want to date him? Impossible. See him everyday? Impossible. Why is everything so fucking impossible?

  You really didn’t want to cry, not again, but your thoughts were threatening to overwhelm you. You wanted to call your mom, or a friend or just anyone and tell them what was going on and ask for advice, but you couldn’t. It made the situation just seemed that much more fucked.

Right when you were on the verge of giving in and having a good cry you heard someone at the door.

Robyn walked in in last night’s clothes as well, looking thoroughly exasperated. She typically only looked like this after you started telling her one of your stories or being particularly annoying, so you decided to wait to ask for advice. You made eye contact with her as she entered the room and smiled.

She froze where she was standing, eyes growing wide, “he’s crazy,” she said simply.

“I’m sorry, who?” you asked.

“Lee Minho, Lee Know, whatever you want to call that yahoo” she said, making hand gestures that had you on the verge of chuckling.

“What do you mean? What happened?” you questioned, quickly becoming amused by this.

“What I mean is, after finishing the alcohol that you and Chris so graciously left for him to drink, he started—“ you cut her off there.

“We didn’t leave him anything though?” you said, confused.

“Are you kidding me?! He said Chris told him to drink your alcohol or it would go to waste!” Robyn exclaimed, throwing her hands up.

You couldn’t help it, you were chuckling at this point, “It sounds like he just needed an excuse to keep drinking because you all were trying to cut him off.” You speculated, as it seemed to click in Robyn’s mind.

“The audacity of that man! The nerve! I cannot wait to tell Jisung this!” She said, moving to sit on the bed in a huff.

“Okay so keep going,” you urged her, “why are you so pissed?” You were really invested in this story now.

“Why am I so pissed? Why? Okay, let’s start with the fact that he started a hand stand competition on the roof to see how far each of them could walk on their hands. On concrete! While they were drunk! It was an injury waiting to happen! Then he decided to organize a wrestling tournament with the maknae line, drew a bracket and everything!” you were laughing so hard you had tears in your eyes at this point, just the mental image you were getting from this was hilarious.

“By the time we got him inside and to his room it was 2 in the morning. We put him in bed but every time we would go to leave he would follow us and try to go with us. So we just let him come with us to Jisung’s room because we couldn’t trust him not to wander about the hotel.” She explained, and tears really were falling now, “So we tried to put him in bed in Jisung’s room but he kept saying he wanted to party. He went to the bathroom and me and Jisung were trying to plan how to get him to go to sleep when we heard a crash. We go in the bathroom and Minho had fallen in the floor and was laughing and was covered in shaving cream, he had written ‘lee know #1 rapper’ on the mirror in shaving cream!”

“No! No he did not!” you cried out between bits of laughter, this was the best story you had ever heard.

“Oh yes, I assure you, he did.” Robyn said, looking so unamused, “So we took his shirt off to try to clean him up and he ran down the hall and to the maknae’s room shirtless! And brought them back to our room to do karaoke! They were singing Day6 and GOT7 songs until 3am!”

“Oh my god Robyn, I’m dying, so then did you get him to go to sleep?” you asked, still cracking up laughing at the mental image of drunk Minho tormenting Robyn and Jisung.

“Well, we got some clean clothes on him and tried to get him to go back to his room but he said he wanted to stay with me and Jisung, I was so tired at that point, I just didn’t care. I tried to sleep on the couch but he said he would cry if I didn’t sleep in the bed. So I tried to sleep by Jisung but he said he wanted to sleep in the middle, so I got on the other side and he grabbed me and Jisung and hugged both of us to his sides, said we were in a ‘cuddle puddle’ and passed out.” Robyn finally finished.

“That is…the best story I have ever heard.” You said, laugher coming to an end, thankfully because your abs were starting to hurt.

“Yeah, try living it, he’s like the Tasmanian devil.” Robyn said, waving you off.

“But you stayed and took care of him, that must mean you care,” you said winking at her.

She huffed and crossed her arms, “Of course I care about the little psychopath but I told him, next time me and Jisung are the ones getting drunk and he can take care of us!”

“And what did he say?” you pressed.

“He said okay and that he would,” she added slowly, “and then he went and got me a coffee and served it to me in bed.”

She was blushing, and you were eating this up.

***

Going to a concert after sleeping with Chris was weirder than you thought it would be.

And you already thought it was going to be pretty fucking weird.

You and Robyn spent the day taking a much needed nap and then getting ready for the concert. Chris had sent your tickets to your phone and somehow you weren’t surprised when you arrived to the venue and found out they were P1 tickets.

“Shit this means we get group photo with them,” Robyn had mused.

“That’s sure to be a good time.” You smirked back.

Watching Chris, well all of them really, on stage after being so close with them was so weird. It was similar to the feeling you had at the airport. The feeling of being totally in over your head.

Watching his body rolls, the beads of sweat running down his face, the way his arm and leg muscles clenched. It just had your mind racing back to the times he did this in your most intimate moments. It was a whole new experience, one that left your head swimming.

Hearing him talk to his fans, telling them how much he meant to them, how Stay is his everything, pretty much had you gushing. It was like seeing your partner hold a baby for the first, it pretty much made your heart explode and you melt into a puddle. Because you knew everything he was saying was true, he meant every word, he had such a beautiful heart.

And all of it could be ripped away because of what he was doing with you.

The thought turned your stomach.

The concert, as always, was over too soon and you were corralled like a herd of cattle with other fans into a line for group photo.

“I wonder if they expected us to actually do this part,” you whispered to Robyn.

“Well shit I’m doing it, it’ll be fun,” Robyn whispered back, grabbing your hand reassuringly.

“But won’t it be kind of awkward?” you asked.

“I mean, it would be, but that’s why we make it funny.” She said, smiling.

You liked where she was going with this.

You walked in and there were ten chairs lined up in front of the nine members. Chris was on the far end of the room and his eyes lit up and he started laughing when he saw you. You speed walked over to him, trying not to draw attention to him. The staff was rushing everyone to sit down as you reached him.

Once again you felt that confidence you had felt at the first concert with his eyes on you.

“OMG! Bang Chan! I can’t believe I’m meeting you!” you said as you took your seat, “Can we do a hand heart?!” you moved your hand behind you so you could make half a heart. Chris was so busy laughing at your antics he barely got a word in.

“Yeah no problem,” he said, just before the camera went off he raised his hand to complete the heart. “It was nice to meet you” he said, eyes full of laughter.

“You too,” you said, while being shooed away by staff and you, somehow by an act of god, bit your lip. He saw it and you swore his eyes darkened.

Tonight will be fun.

[taestfully]

Firsts

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Words: 2,455

Warnings: light sexual situations, mentions of sex

Summary: Sex – the three letter word that practicality runs the world – is a topic yet to be discussed with you and your boyfriend, Taehyung.

Request: @lydiana1d said: Hey, could you make one where Tae is all sweet and he asks me if I want to have my first time and all that? Please 😁

A/N: Here’s your Tae imagine! I kind of got carried away with this lol hope that’s okay oops.

Sex.

Sex, sex, and sex.

It was just a simple three letter word. That was it. There was nothing special about the word, really. But why was everyone so obsessed with it?

It was literally everywhere you looked — commercials, magazines, music, and it was even woven into kid shows of all things — and you had to wonder what had driven this world into such a sexually charged frenzy.

Maybe if you had actually had sex you could’ve understood. But alas, there were no erotic and exhilarating romantic escapades in your life. You didn’t get fucked into the mattress every night until you saw stars. You never had the “Big O” that everyone was so crazed for. You were a complete and utter virgin.

It wasn’t like you couldn’t get sex, though. You had a sweet and loving boyfriend, Taehyung. He was everything you had wanted in a guy and more. There were moments you wondered if it all was just a dream, that you were in some other reality that would soon come crashing down. But Taehyung was real, and perfect, and yours. You were coming up on eight months with him and while that excited you, it also unnerved you. There was just one issue.

You and Taehyung had yet to have sex.

Yes, the two of you had never done the dirty deed, had never danced the devil’s tango, had never screwed, fucked, made love, or anything of the sort. That fact really shouldn’t have bothered you, but it did and you were getting more worried as time went on. You blamed your worry on the fact that you were the only virgin in your group of friends and that your friends loved to tease you about it.

You were with your friends one evening, sitting on the floor of your apartment. You all had one too many drinks that night and when there was an excessive amount of booze, things tended to get out of hand. Which also meant the topic of sex was bound to be brought up.

“Ugh, guys, you wouldn’t believe the time I had with my boyfriend the other night,” your friend, Nari, leant against the couch with her arms stretched lazily at either side of her, a gleaming smile on her lips. She usually ended up being the first to mention sex, always informing all of you about the newest news in her and her boyfriend’s sex life.

“Oh, please spill!” Jiyoo encouraged enthusiastically. Jiyoo was always too interested in Nari’s sex life, which threw you off a bit. She didn’t have a boyfriend, but she was probably the most experienced in all things sexual out of all you. It seemed as if Jiyoo lived for anything related to sex.

“Here we go,” sighed Seoyun as she took another swig of alcohol. The two of you shared a look.

“Okay, you won’t believe it, but I came eight times the other night,” Nari shared proudly, biting her lip like she was replaying the whole evening in her head. Jiyoo cooed, Seoyun scoffed, and you looked at Nari quizzically. “It was the most I’ve ever came in one night.”

“Isn’t that a bit excessive, Nari?” Seoyun questioned, a smirk on her lips. “Seems like a lie to me.” Seoyun was always somewhat of a doubter of Nari’s sex tales. She had revealed a few of her sex stories, but after her horrible break up with her boyfriend of three years, she stopped talking about anything to do with romance. She had tried a few one night stands, but those were more Jiyoo’s thing.

“Oh, it’s totally possible.” Jiyoo giggled, brushing off hair that had fallen over her shoulder. “I’ve came several times in one night before. You just got to be with someone who knows what they’re doing, is all. But damn, Nari, eight times? Your boyfriend is an animal.”

Nari chuckled. “He is and sometimes I wonder where he gets his drive from. Like, I’ve never met someone with such passion before, you know?” She sighed happily before looking your way. “Speaking of boyfriends, how are things with Taehyung, (y/n)?”

“Oh, they’re great, actually.” You smiled at the mention of Taehyung. “We’re going on eight months together now.”

“Aw, how precious!” cooed Jiyoo, her lips puckered out. “You guys are so cute.”

“I can’t believe it’s been eight months. I remember back when (y/n) was too nervous to talk to him during our world history class.” Nari giggled as she retold the memory of when you had the fattest crush on Taehyung, the cute boy in your world history class that sat right in front of you.

“It took her getting drunk of her ass to finally tell him how she felt.” Seoyun laughed when you shot her a look. “Good thing he was sober or he may not have remembered anything.”

“You guys know I need a little liquid courage to get me out of my shell,” you reminded them. You remember that evening vividly despite being drunk during most of it. You and Taehyung were picked to go into the closet to play seven minutes in heaven while at a frat party. The two of you were extremely awkward and you downed two tequila shots before going into the closet to dissolve your nerves. You were never a heavyweight, so two tequila shots later and you were spilling your guts to Taehyung while stuck in a dark closet. Nothing physical happened between you, but the two of you walked out holding hands afterwards. Taehyung asked you out on a proper date when he saw you the next day in class.

“Maybe if you’d had a little more of that liquid courage things could’ve gone a little bit further in that closet.” Jiyoo winked at you, a smirk on her pretty lips. Nari and Seoyun giggled.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m pretty sure nothing would’ve happened. He was completely sober. Tae wouldn’t have done anything with me while I was drunk. He’s not a dick.”

“But he has one, and you need to get to it,” Nari demanded. “Eight months, darling. You need to pick up the pace.”

Jiyoo nodded. “I bet you’re just dying for sex, right? I remember when I lost my virginity. Definitely don’t miss my virgin days. Now I can’t imagine not having sex.”

“Dramatic, much?” Seoyun rolled her eyes at Jiyoo’s antics. “Sex is great and all, but make sure you’re ready for it,” she said, the constant voice of reason amongst the group.

“I am,” you said, half sure. “I think…”

“Well get to it!” Nari urged, clapping her hands together.

“It’s not like I haven’t wanted to try, but…I just don’t know how to bring it up. I mean, the furthest Tae and I have gone is making out and anytime things start to get heated, things get…awkward.”

“Aw, first times are always awkward,” Jiyoo replied. “You’ll get through the awkwardness, though.”

“Okay, (y/n), you’ve got this. Just get in there and do it!” Nari patted your shoulder. “Or do him, rather.”

You sighed.

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You were a bucket of nerves the next time you saw your boyfriend.

It was the usual Friday night — a night out for dinner with Taehyung. It wasn’t anything that should’ve made you nervous, but all you could think of was what could possibly happen afterwards when the two of you returned back to your apartment.

You wanted him bad and you were trying to build up every ounce of courage to tell him so. Tonight, you yearned to take that next step with him. You desired for nothing more than to feel his skin on yours and the thought of having him was making your body feel hot.

You heard a knock at your door, the sound of it opening following a few seconds later. “(Y/n?)” Taehyung’s voice rang out through the apartment. Your heart skipped as you ran your fingers through your hair before walking out of your bedroom to meet him. His face lit up when he saw you.

“Hey,” you greeted, trying to hide your nerves with a sweet smile. You didn’t know what it was, but Taehyung looked incredible and the smile he was giving you had breath catching in your throat.

“You look amazing.” Taehyung rested a hand on your side as he leant forward to press a kiss to your lips. It was just a simple kiss, something the two of you had shared multiple times before, yet you felt the desire burn in the pit of your belly. You needed him right then and you began to wonder if you should’ve just shoved him onto your couch instead of going out.

It took you a monent to respond. You saw the way Taehyung quirked an eyebrow at you. “Thanks,” you smiled. “Ready to go?”

Taehyung nodded and took your hand to lead you out the door.

The ride in his car was what could’ve only been described as awkward, at least to you. You sat in the passenger seat, legs closed tight and fingers interlocked on your lap. Your thoughts were running wild and Taehyung was at the center of them all. God, you were losing your mind.

“You’re so quiet tonight,” Taehyung said, breaking the silence. He took a hand from the steering wheel to rest it on your knee...a completely innocent gesture....yet you felt like you had just been set aflame. Did he know the effect he had on you? “Something wrong?”

“Uh, nope, nothing’s wrong,” you lied, smiling to make it more convincing. You made the mistake of looking at him, his eyes on the road ahead. The view of his profile, set in a focused expression, with one hand on the wheel while the other rested on your knee was a sight that had you inwardly screaming.

You wondered if he wanted you like you wanted him.

If he didn’t believe your lie he didn’t say it. Instead, he kept his hand on your knee as he drove the rest of the way to the restaurant. Taehyung had told you he was taking you to a special place tonight, but the sight of the restaurant still had you speechless. It was the place he took you on your first date. You looked up at him with a smile.

“Felt like going down memory lane tonight,” he told you.

You giggled. “How sweet of you.” You wanted to ask him why. You wanted to know what this meant. Your mind was trying to convince you it was because he had something up his sleeve and you were hoping with every fiber of your being that it had something to do with taking you home to finally make love to you for the first time.

Taehyung took you in, the two of you going straight to a table due to him setting prior reservations. “Feels like it’s been forever since we’ve been here.”

“Almost eight months,” you replied.

Taehyung grinned softly, his hand finding its way back to your knee. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

You stared into his dark eyes and you wanted to get lost in them, in him. You wanted to close the gap between you and kiss him, tell him with your body all the things you’ve been dying to say. But you were in public and you had to restrain yourself.

However, restraining yourself became hard to as the night went on due to Taehyung’s wandering hand.

His hand started out at your knee, innocent and still before inching its way down to the hem of your skirt. His fingers played along the skin there and with each passing moment you didn’t know how much more you could’ve taken. You were on the verge of going inane, yet Taehyung seemed nonchalant.

His fingers delved under your skirt and were on course for your panty line until the waiter came to the table. His fingers retracted immediately and it was all you could do to suppress a whine. A soft pink hue painted his cheeks as he dismissed the waiter.

You grabbed his wrist, making him look at you. “I think we should go.”

For the first time that evening there was desire pooling in his eyes. Taehyung smirked. “I think so too.”

It was like a sense of urgency came over the two of you during the car ride back to your apartment. Taehyung zoomed down the streets, one hand on the wheel and one on you. You couldn’t help but feel exhilarated at what was to come once you arrived home. You were finally going to have sex with your boyfriend. You were finally going to get to experience the thing the entire world was obsessed with. It took you mere seconds to exit the car and reconnect with him. Your lips met in a messy clash, his hands attaching firmly to your hips.

You guided him up the flight of steps to your door, somehow walking backwards up them, not wanting to lose contact with Taehyung. When you arrived to your doorway, Taehyung pushed you against it, lips traveling down your jawline and down your neck. You moaned and arched your back to press your body closer to his. “Tae,” you whispered breathily.

Taehyung made his way back to your lips. “I want you, (y/n).” His voice was husky from lust and it had heat pooling between your legs.

“I want you too,” was all you said back to him as you turned the knob on your door. The door opened wide due to the weight of your bodies against, sending the two of you unceremoniously to the floor. The ground was harsh against your back and felt the air leave you when Taehyung fell on you. You coughed.

Taehyung chuckled as he sat up, looking down at you. “Are you okay? That was quite a fall.”

You nodded, coughing again. “Yeah, I am.”

“Good.”

You sighed as your rubbed your face. “Why does this always happen?” you asked yourself more than you asked him.

“What?”

“This,” you breathed. “Every time we try to go forward, something awkward happens.”

Taehyung chuckled at your pout, leaning down to kiss you. “First times are always awkward. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it. I want this. I want you. I’m so ready.”

You smiled, happy. “I’m glad because I want you too.” The two of you smiled at each other for a moment before Taehyung began to lift off from the ground, a hand outstretched to you.

“Now let’s get off the floor, shall we?” You allowed him to pull you up and take you to your room where the two of you spend a wonderful evening together.

Masterlist

[keeroo92]

Crimson Tide Ch2 (V x Reader)

Chapter 2 - The Underworld

Nero

The second Trish had yelled at him upon his return from facing Urizen, Nero had known what he had to do. Leaving Dante behind had felt so wrong, so stupidly fucked up that he knew someone would end up following the legendary devil hunter.

But a small part of him had hoped it wouldn’t be him, had hoped he could still return to Kyrie and resume his life with her.

Stupid… she deserves better anyway.

He ran at full speed back toward the damned Qlipoth, his legs pumping as quickly as he could force them to go, yet even so he knew he wouldn’t make it in time. Dante was too fast, too experienced for him to catch up at this rate. Still, he had to try. A tidal wave of determination flooded his senses at the thought of his newfound uncle being lost, probably dying alone in Hell.

“I couldn't protect Credo. To this day, I hate myself for not having enough strength. But this time is different. I swear! I’m not letting you die!” Nero howled his pledge to the sky, his metal arm reaching out toward where he knew Dante still fought his way inward.

To his utter shock, the glinting steel had shattered, his equipped Overture coming apart entirely as he stretched as far as he could in a desperate bid to reach his uncle. His bewilderment deepened as his arm grew back in a flash of golden light, the skin matching his human arm perfectly as ghostly blue wings had sprouted from his shoulders.

 What the fuck?!

For a split second, he lost focus, but another echoing boom had sounded from above and he remembered why he was here. He could figure out what the hell had happened later; for now he just had to figure out how to fly.

He flapped his new wings experimentally, grinning to himself as they powerfully lifted him off the ground and into flight. He did his best to steer straight up, faltering only a few times as he ascended the massive tree as quickly as he could. He reached the source of the boom just as Dante raised the Yamato high, preparing to cross over.

 Shit! I’m almost too late!

Another surge of determination coursed through him, and he barely noticed the sudden increase in his flight speed in his focus to reach Dante. Nero swooped over the older man’s raised arm, snatching the Yamato easily and landing a few dozen feet away with a smug smirk adorning his lips.

“What the hell?! Nero?!” the grizzled veteran cried in shock.

“Damn straight!” Nero called back, lightly tossing the Yamato from hand to hand. The sound of his voice was strange, distorted and grating. It reminded him of when Dante had been fighting Urizen and transformed; the older man’s voice had been similarly twisted as he called him dead weight. A glance at his body confirmed his suspicion – he had transformed into a demonic form similar to his uncle’s, providing yet more proof of their familial bond.

“Well, I’ll be damned! You do have a devil trigger!” Dante replied with a chuckle. “Now give me the sword and get going, kid. I got this.”

“No way, old man! I’m not letting you go alone,” Nero responded angrily. Dante sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“We don’t have time for this, give it here,” the man in red replied, striding forward to try and take the Yamato back.

Nero wasn’t having it. He lifted off again in flight, keeping the blade out of his uncle’s reach easily. Dante smiled wryly at him and transformed, his body shifting into his devilish form of fire and ash as he launched himself skyward to meet Nero midair.

“C’mon, Nero. I can fly too,” he called out sardonically.

 Shit, I forgot for a minute…

Nero paused for a split second before a crazy idea bloomed in his mind. Out of options, he embraced it instantly and held the Yamato high as if he were about to throw it.

“I’m going with you, or you can spend the next three days looking for this!” he shouted back triumphantly. Dante groaned, his shoulders sagging for a beat before he glared at his nephew harshly.

“Fine, you wanna come along so bad? Fine! It’ll be a new Sparda family tradition! You’re not really one of us until you’ve been to Hell, after all!” he yelled back in exasperation, his arms waving about in a display of his annoyance. Nero rolled his eyes at his uncle’s theatrics but descended alongside him, shifting together once they reached solid footing.

“I’m still carrying the Yamato, though,” the young warrior adds insistently, making Dante bark out a laugh and shake his head.

“Whatever… let’s get this done, kid,” he murmured in resignation.

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Dante

It didn’t take long to cross over, though instructing Nero on how to slice through the fabric of reality had been an exercise in frustration. Dante had struggled to find the right words to describe how to sever the fabric of space and time but in the end Nero had managed well enough.

Dante stepped through the portal first. He blinked a few times, letting his eyes to adjust as he waited for his nephew to join him.

 This ought to be good…

The moment he stepped into view, Nero began vomiting. Dante chuckled, remembering how brutal the crossing could be for those who’d never done it before. He found himself grateful that his nephew had cut his hair so short, thereby eliminating the need for Dante to hold it out of his face as he retched violently.

 Poor kid…

The elder Sparda redirected his gaze to get the lay of the land, maybe pinpoint which plane they had landed on. Unfortunately, he found them in a place he’d never seen before.

The landscape stretching into the horizon was abundantly colorful, vibrant and rich hues decorating every aspect of the area so vividly it took him a moment to uncross his eyes and determine what was what. There was no rhyme or reason to the colorations; it resembled what Dante imagined might be the result of a toddler left alone with a set of crayons.

 Is this… Machea’s plane?

 Eugh.

Machea. One of Mundus’ lieutenants known for his outlandish torture tactics and penchant for over-dramatic speeches, he had been left in charge of this realm after Mundus had taken power so many centuries ago. Clearly, he had molded it to suit his liking.

Dante tried tilting his head this way and that in an effort to tell where the ground ended and the sky began but gained no new insights and instead had to close his eyes to regain his equilibrium. He blinked repeatedly as Nero finally stopped gagging and stepped up beside him, letting out a long whistle as he took in their surroundings.

“What the fuck…”

“That pretty much sums it up,” Dante replied irreverently.

“This makes me wish I was colorblind,” Nero commented in response, and Dante couldn’t withhold his snort of amusement.

“It’s not too bad if you squint,” he added dryly, hefting his blade higher on his shoulder and stepping forward to begin their long walk to the barely visible Qlipoth growing on a distant hillside.

 Why the damn Underworld likes to spit you out miles away from where you want to be is beyond me…

Nero spat off to the side and joined him, his heavy trod an odd comfort in the strange world he found himself in.

 Guess I ought to start telling him what we’re in for.

Dante grimaced at the thought; he’d never particularly enjoyed teaching, but it was out of his hands. Only question was where to start.

“So, Nero… how much do you know about the Underworld, anyway?” he began, testing the waters. Nero grunted in response before using any actual words.

“Nada, just that it’s where demons come from and it sucks.”

 Hoo boy…

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Nero

The walk to the Qlipoth went faster than he thought it would, in part due to Dante’s crash course on the Underworld. Though Nero had already held the older man in high esteem, the depth of his knowledge made him realize exactly how blind he’d been to what he had gotten himself into by coming along.

 Too late to turn back, I’d never hear the end of it. Not to mention Dante still might need help.

“Oh, and you should be able to drink demon blood to stay hydrated too.”

 Wait, what?!

Nero stopped in his tracks and stared at his uncle, waiting for his serious expression to break into laughter, but it didn’t shift at all.

“You can’t be serious,” Nero insisted weakly, but Dante just cringed in sympathy.

“I’m dead serious. Only works because we’re part demon, but it’s better than dying,” he explained. Nero felt his stomach roll at the idea, but he forced the sensation away.

 Anything to get back to Kyrie.

 Anything.

Dante fell silent at last, allowing Nero to process their surroundings fully.

Hell. The Underworld. The Demon Realm.

It stank, like sweaty feet or old cheese. The realm they had entered was bright, far too flamboyant to be intimidating. It was more discombobulating than anything else. The light was blinding, the colors painful to look at in some places. Still, the two white haired men strode onward toward their goal.

The Qlipoth in the distance grew rapidly larger as they approached. It looked about the same as it had in Red Grave, grey and hideous and tinting the sky near the top into an abysmal shade of red. He couldn't wait to destroy the damn thing, to close the portal and end this nonsense. What happened after the job was done, well...

He tried not to think about that.

The few demons that cropped up on the way weren’t impressive, though they seemed stronger than they had been back home. Regardless, they fell quickly to the combined prowess of Dante and himself. Nero couldn’t deny how fun it was to fight alongside his trickster uncle. They worked well together, shooting and slicing through the hordes easily in a contest of expertise. Occasionally Dante would throw a taunt his way, and Nero would respond in kind by teasing the man about his age.

It was the most enjoyment he’d found during battle in years.

They reached the Qlipoth with wide smiles on their faces, but their happy grins cracked and fell away as the reality of the situation slammed back into the forefront. Dante drew his massive blade with a sigh. He glanced back at Nero with a sad look in his blue eyes.

“Last chance to leave, kid. You sure about this?” he asked.

Nero grunted, drawing his own blade in response and lining it up with the tree in preparation. Dante sighed again and shrugged his broad shoulders before slicing the grey mass before him, Nero following suit a heartbeat later. It took hours of hard work, their blades singing with every strike as sweat drenched them, but at long last they cut through the horrible tree entirely.

A harsh scream echoed in the still air as it fell, cracking and shattering against the colorful ground in its dying moments. The two white haired men watched in near silence, only their panting breath accompanying the cacophony as the demonic plant perished at last.

“Right, now we just gotta close the portal and we can retire,” Dante commented wryly. Nero rolled his eyes, slinging Red Queen on his back once more.

“Uh huh… so where is it?” Nero replied.

“No idea,” Dante answered. “Let’s start looking.”

[jerrykatt]

Voltron/Percy Jackson Xover Part 2

Here's part one. I'd recommend reading it before coming back to this.

And so, now we know that Leo was rejected by his mother's family, his own aunt labeling him a diablo, a devil. We know that he was shunted off into the system with little sympathy and even less kindness. We know that the memory of his mother's death haunts his steps like an eldritch phantom. But now another death plagues him with suffocating guilt. The death of the man who chose to be left behind in a firestorm, knowing that his death was mere moments away but willing to face it head on if it meant he could save one small fledgling life.

He didn't remember much in the aftermath, that much was certain what with the shock that set in.

The fire giving one last heaving roar, reminiscent of a dragon's destructive fury. The unnatural explosion of force rocking the building. A woman's silhouette, standing tall and sinisterly pleased with her spiteful vengeance, throwing one last malevolent sneer in his direction before sinking into the earth below her feet.

The ringing in his ears and the ladder being blasted backwards.

Falling and screaming. An unmerciful impact with the pavement and his vision going black.

Waking up in a hospital, alone and unwanted.

It was all too much of a blur for Leo's young mind to comprehend in his traumatized state. But one of the things he did remember, besides the hole in his life where his mother should have been, was finding out the fireman's name. Or at least, the last part of it.

Kogane.

(That's where we see Keith fit into this chapter of Leo's life.)

Like Leo, Keith was also unfortunately placed into foster care. I haven't decided yet on how they meet after the fire. Perhaps they were sent to the same group home? Maybe they ran into each other after running from their respective foster families, sleeping under the same freeway overpasses? Either way, they might've become friends for a short time and then the classic reveal happens - Leo finds out Keith's last name, and ultimately the fact that his father was Fireman Kogane.

Leo can't face him anymore, not with the knowledge that he was reason his friend's father went up in flames. His flames.

He runs. And Keith? Well...

His mother's glaring absence, His father's death, and now his friend's unexplained rejection.

Each cut into his chest like a knife, as sharp as the blade he kept strapped to his belt.

The same blade that gives him a goal. A purpose.

To find his past. To find some answers.

(Anything to distract from the gnawing resentment, the aching loneliness)

So yeah. Keith takes it hard. But this is the perfect place to pause and explain EXACTLY why I chose Krolia to be Aphrodite in this AU. And, ultimately, why I thought Keith being the son of the goddess of love made SO MUCH SENSE. AND ALSO LETS NOT FORGET SEASON SEVEN ADDING MORE SPICE TO THE MIX

Let's start with Krolia. Krolia and Canon!Aphrodite have... little in common when it comes to personality. At least with the depictions I've read in PJO where Canon!Aphrodite apparently approves of her children breaking hearts (It's apparently a rite of passage in Aphrodite's cabin if I remember correctly). And the fact that her negative traits could be summarized in how one of her demigod children turned out (I'm looking at you Drew). Anyways here's where my idea comes in.

Sit up and away from your computer screen and take a look around at the world. Times are changing, standards are being shattered and rebuilt with each passing day. The concept of beauty itself is being torn into different directions. We have people who still prefer the classic hourglass figure, the full lips and sultry eyes, the flawless skin and the soft spoken nature of a damsel in distress. People who want the pretty princess bride, the stay at home wives.

Not necessarily weak in some aspects, but definitely not at the strongest potential either.

Still, it is the usual form that Canon!Aphrodite takes with little difference made when approaching each potential lover.

And on the other end of the spectrum, we have people who are attracted to independence, intellect, and strength. They want someone as either an equal or more than that. They like big biceps and thick muscular thighs.

We especially have people who don't care for what their precious people look like and end up adoring every part of them anyway. These people are muddled in the middle of the spectrum. They want something more raw, more real. It doesn't matter if the person is thick or thin, hairy or bald, or if they're missing a limb or two. A big nose? Bad breakout of zits? Trust me, for these people, it only adds to the charm.

I'd imagine in this turbulent world where opinions of beauty were being bounced around like a particularly ill aimed bouncy ball (one that would more than likely smack you in the face rather than land safely back in your hand), Aphrodite would end up having an identity crisis.

God's and goddesses have a sustainability that is based on mortal's worship and the strength of their domain. Aphrodite had enough mortals immortalizing her presence in art and literature to keep her remembered, that certainly wasn't the problem. Neither was the concept of love. Love was universal, the goddess of love understood that more than anyone. The problem was that Aphrodite's physical form was constantly fluctuating due to her the part of her domain pertaining to beauty being... constantly reconstructed? Stretched thin? I'm not sure how to describe it. All I can tell you is that Aphrodite ran from Olympus as she felt her powers getting out of hand. Maybe Haggar/Gaea and Zarkon/Uranus had planned to amplify the effects of what a changing society can do to a godly being? Perhaps Aphrodite was chosen to be a test subject to see if such a thing could be used as a weapon?

Regardless of the cause, the goddess fell to earth. She crashed outside a certain fireman's house and when she woke, her form had settled into the one we all know and love - Krolia's. Yep, purple skin, dual toned hair, pointed ears, claws, inhuman eyes, the whole package. I'm not kidding. Also I'm pretty sure if she hadn't sustained a concussion (and hadn't been so... pleasantly distracted by Kogane nursing her back to health) she would have screamed bloody murder at her reflection. She's at least grateful that she managed to keep her mile long legs (even if they now had her towering over most mortals) As it is, her powers are temporarily rendered useless because of the strain of her transformation.

Also the panic attack that she had once everything registered didn't help. Thankfully Kogane managed to calm her down, with a soothing voice and gentle rough hands.

Things settle. At first when they make introductions, she mixes up two of her usual aliases "Kristine" and "Olivia" and ends up blurting out "Krolia" instead, much to her horror. And after an awkward minute of panic she also reveals more than what she was intending to bargain for. Oddly enough, the goddess reveals her true nature right off the bat and Kogane takes it in stride just like he did with the whole Canon!Alien issue. Usually she keeps her lips smartly sealed but.... right now? She's doesn't have the confidence that comes with her preferred, perfect yet almost plastic form. She's disoriented and confused and homesick and a little fucked up in the head right now.

Kogane helps her through it. And with him guiding her, she discovers new things about herself, and is reminded of the better parts of who she is and who she could potentially become.

To no ones surprise, they fall in love. And to Krolia's surprise, she ends up WANTING to stay, even -ESPECIALLY- after giving birth to this man's child. His son. Her son.

Their son.

But monsters from Tartarus have always lied in wait. She leaves just like in Canon. Because of one too many close shaves with beasts and traitorous gods alike trying to snatch away her new found happiness and self discovery. She leaves to protect the person she loves most.

Their son. Keith.

((Again I'm on a tight schedule (needing two jobs sucks sometimes) so I'll wrap this up and talk about Keith))

Now you may want to ask why I chose Aphrodite? Why didn't I choose Hades to be Keith's godly parent? It would have matched his basic demeanor, the basis to his character - the loner (also awesome undead powers would've have been a plus!!). Why didn't I chose Ares? Keith is a phenomenal fighter! Why not Zeus? His fighter pilot skills makes him second to none in the skies!!!

My answer is this: Keith has an unfathomable AMAZING capacity to love.

Think about it. Remember that the reason that he rejects people is because he knows just how much he's risking when he's putting his heart into someone's hands. You only see that in a person who's had their heart torn to pieces by the unspoken consequences of abandonment.

Finally, Look at what this guy has done for a dying man. IN CANON TO BOOT.

Look at what he's done for Shiro even back before his feelings evolved into what can be interpreted as romantic, when his relationship with the man was purely platonic in a mentor/student dynamic level. He SUPPORTS Shiro. He doesn't pity him. He doesn't coddle him. He doesn't look at the fact that Shiro most likely has only a few more years left in him before his body breaks down. He sees his friend that has every right to pursue his dream instead of wasting away on a military base that cares more for its fucking reputation than it's actual students (I resent the Garrison for lying about the mission, make no mistake. THEY EVEN TOOK THE SIDE OF THAT SHITTY BRAT WHO MADE SNIDE REMARKS ON KEITH PARENTS!!! WTF?!!).

This is the man that's promised to never give up on him. The one who reminded Keith that, most of all, he can't give up on himself. And Keith? My Defensive, prickly, hold-everyone-at-arms-length son? What does my firecracker boi do?

He takes it to heart. He fucking takes it to heart.

Now fast forward again - we have Keith beautifully beating the crap out of Iverson and other "high ranking" officials who essentially now see Shiro as a liability, as someone who cannot be let free with his new found knowledge on extraterrestrial life. We have him basically breaking multiple laws to get Shiro out and onto to his bike so he could drive them and their Tagalongs to safety. We have Keith running to Shiro AGAIN AND AGAIN. It doesn't matter who stands in his way - Zarkon could suck on a lemon and those wild beasts on that remote planet in 'Across the Universe'? They can Quiznak right off because He will never give up on Shiro. Enough said.

And one last thought. I'm sure you guys have seen the leaked scenes of Keith staying by Shiro's side while he's in the healing pod, his vitals showing that his conscious is not assimilating with Kuron's body. I'm sure you've seen how Keith pleaded with Allura to think of a way to help them. You probably heard Allura regretfully admit that there wasn't anything she could do to help anymore than she already had. You saw Keith in his disbelief, in his grief. You saw him slam his fist onto the healing pod, head hung low wand pleading to the man within to fight. To stay.

"You can't do this to me again"

And miraculously, Shiro wakes.

I didn't plan on giving Keith Charmspeak. I only planned on giving him an IMMUNITY towards other Charmspeakers. And even now I still stand by my decision on NOT giving him such a power. Because it makes this scene, when adapted into my AU, have THAT much more significance. He didn't need any godly gifts to bring back the man he loves, his own voice, rough and raw and full of desperation.... it was enough. It was MORE than enough.

"Keith you saved me." "We saved eachother"

[runwiththieves-blog]

“OMG PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE ABOUT THEM MEETING I AM SO UNBELIEVABLY OBSESSED WITH YOUR STORIES”

It was requested, so here is a lil’ prequel to this oneshot I posted a few days back showing how Harry and Y/N met! It’s pure fluff and drunk Y/N laying on Nick Grimshaw’s kitchen floor with a few mentions of The Notebook because I love DEATH AND DYING. 

SIDENOTE: THERE ARE MENTIONS OF V*MITING, BUT THEY ARE NOT DETAILED AND IT’S LIKE ONE SENTENCE JUST BC THAT’S HOW THEY MET, BUT SKIP THE FIRST LINE OF THE 9TH PARAGRAPH IF THAT DOESN’T SIT WELL WITH YOU. 💖

Harry must notice your presence and you realize your balance must be as off as you feel like it is, because the first thing Harry ever says to you is: “y’good there, love?” And you do your best to nod, giving him a dopey smile as you find your grip on the counter, steadying yourself in your drunken state as you look at him. 

The next thing you’re doing is practically diving for the sink.

You don’t even realize that there’s been someone taking care of you the entire time until you’ve finished and you feel a hand holding your hair back like it’s in a ponytail and another rubbing your back in slow circles. After a minute, you turn to see Harry standing right behind you, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he did it, considering he’s left the party to clean, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are. “Guess y’not so good, after all,” he says, finally, and you’d slap him for teasing you if you weren’t appreciative of the fact that he’s taking a glass from a cabinet and filling it with ice water for you.

or

Nick Grimshaw is Y/N’s bestie and she finally talks to Harry at one of his parties when she least expects it

2k+, fluff

Nick Grimshaw is the devil. That’s something you’re certain of. There’s no other explanation as to how he had finally managed to get you to come to one of his “small” dinner parties. He had practically begged you a million times to ‘just come, it’ll be fun,’ and you’ve always found a way to turn him down without hurting his feelings. Really, you think you deserve an award for how quickly you’re able to come up with excuses (only if the fact that most of them were weak is ignored, though).

See, you love Nick to death; so much, in fact, that you’ve never even attempted or thought about using him for his celebrity to get closer to the likes of the people he surrounds himself with like a lot of his friends do. You’ve expressed how much this annoys you each and every time it has dawned on you that one of his friends are using him, and he’s always dropped them from his circle not long after. You’re a good fucking friend is conclusion you finally come to, except for the fact that you’ve skipped or dipped out of every single party he’s ever invited you to before it really even got started. It’s the one thing about you that bugs him. You’ve been around for years now -- he knows you’re not using him.

So after a twenty minute guilt trip that ended with him pulling a puppy-dog face on you, you had finally just agreed to come tonight. It’s intimidating, sitting at a dining table surrounded by people who are as notable as they are. You wonder if you know their names just because of your association with Nick, or because you’ve always known because there are some real ass celebrities here. It makes you feel small, despite the fact that you’re sat beside Nick and this is his house and his party.

It’s when Harry Styles sits down in the chair opposite you, on Nick’s other side (he’s got the head of the table because of course he does), that you shift around and sit up a bit straighter. You wonder for a moment why you’re acting as if a fucking king walked into the room and sat down in front of you, because it’s just Harry. You know more about him and his misadventures from Nick than you do anyone else here. You know about Harry nearly burning his kitchen to the ground when he tried to be sexy and make breakfast for a girl, in nothing but his underwear, after a night together, for Christ’s sake. What you don’t know is how you’ve never actually met him, considering he’s on the same level of friendship with Nick as you are. That, combined with the thought before that, makes you wonder what all he knows about you. If Nick so openly shares Harry’s secrets and embarrassing moments with you, you know he must do the same to you with Harry. Then again, he’s Harry Styles, and you’re just a friend of Nick’s, no one special -- you work as a receptionist at a fashion PR firm, nothing extraordinary and no reason for you to ever be on his radar, so he may not even know who you are in the slightest.

Those suspicions are proven to be false when Nick says your name and Harry looks right at you. It almost makes you jump, but you’re also sitting next to Kelly Osbourne, so you avoid doing that. “This is Y/N, everyone. ‘M sure you’ve heard lots about her, mostly good,” Nick starts, and his tone is teasing so you know he’s going to give you shit about something. “We’ve been friends for --what, three or four years? Something like that. Never has she been to a Grimshaw DInner Party, though, so please make sure she has a good time tonight. She’s very uptight.” 

You imagine that statement is how you’ve wound up downing drink after drink, and you think you’ve taken a picture with nearly every person in Nick’s house. You vaguely remember kissing one of the girls -- you’re not sure which one -- in a game of ‘adult truth or dare,’ you can’t be one hundred percent sure, though. Not that kissing anyone in this house would be something you’d refuse -- they’re all sort of beautiful, you’ve noticed. Particularly Harry, you decide. It’s really not fair that he’s as attractive as he is, and it only gets more unfair when he tips his head back and laughs. You guess you still haven’t formally met him, so that makes thinking about how pretty he is a little bit easier. Talking to him means you’re either going to love him or hate him, and you don’t want it be the latter and have to pretend for Nick, so unless he approaches you, you think you’ll keep to yourself. 

It’s a few drinks later, you stopped counting them after the third, and while the group is slowly lessening one by one (but usually two by two), there are still a few of Nick’s friends left. Which, of course, includes Harry, but he’s got a trash bag in his hand instead of a drink when you walk into the kitchen to have another (despite what your stomach and your head are telling you). You’ve always heard that he’s the kindest person to ever live, probably, but you’re thinking that it may actually be true. He’s an international popstar and he’s cleaning up Nick Grimshaw’s kitchen while the rest of you are still steadily drinking in the living area? It probably wouldn’t be so cute if you weren’t so miserably drunk. 

Harry must notice your presence and you realize your balance must be as off as you feel like it is, because the first thing Harry ever says to you is: “y’good there, love?” And you do your best to nod, giving him a dopey smile as you find your grip on the counter, steadying yourself in your drunken state as you look at him. 

The next thing you’re doing is practically diving for the sink to empty the contents of your stomach into it. It’s disgusting and Nick can curse you for it later, but it’s his fault. He’s the one who insisted you get absolutely smashed and ‘have a good fucking time for once in your life.’ You really can’t be held accountable. Being hunched over the counter with your face in Nick’s sink isn’t exactly your idea of a good time. 

You don’t even realize that there’s been someone taking care of you the entire time until you’ve finished and you feel a hand holding your hair back like it’s in a ponytail and another rubbing your back in slow circles. After a minute, you turn to see Harry standing right behind you, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he did it, considering he’s left the party to clean, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are. “Guess y’not so good, after all,” he says, finally, and you’d slap him for teasing you if you weren’t appreciative of the fact that he’s taking a glass from a cabinet and filling it with ice water for you. “Here, get the taste out ‘f ya’ mouth,” he says, passing you the glass and you do as he says, taking a few small, slow sips before looking back up at him. “Thank you,” you say quietly, because you’re a bit embarrassed now. You’ve never spoken to Harry in your life, but he’s taking care of you after you’ve literally gotten sick from how drunk you are. “‘S not a problem. ‘M sure you’d do the same f’me ‘f we were ever in the situation,” he tells you, and you wrinkle your nose. “Don’t have much for me to hold back for you, but I guess I probably would,” you say, and now you’re the one teasing him, and you’re laughing together. You think you might like Harry Styles very much, indeed. 

The two of you end up sitting on the floor in Nick’s kitchen, and your head is still pounding despite the fact that Harry had insisted you lay in his lap somewhere around an hour ago. He thought that maybe it’d help, but it doesn’t, but it’s still such a lovely place to be so you don’t share that with him. You just let him play with your hair like he’s been doing since you first settled yourself there. You don’t really know how long you’ve been sitting and talking to each other, but you can see out the window where the sun is beginning to peek through the clouds. The music and laughter coming from the other parts of Nick’s house had died off ages ago, and you had both assumed everyone had either found somewhere to crash or gone home. Harry had offered to take you home, but you were quick to let him know that you were perfectly content right here with him. So, you talk about everything -- your childhoods, your exes, your families, your favorite songs (you both have Can’t Help Falling In Love in your top five), and everything inbetween. You find out that his favorite movie is The Notebook, and you laugh like it’s the funniest thing in the world, because it’s so undeniably Harry. 

Then you wonder how you got to know him so well over the last few hours that you’d be able to make that judgement. “If you’re a bird, I’m a bird,” you tell him, and he just grins down at you, laughing so quiet the sound is hardly even there. “Say you’re a bird,” you urge, quoting the movie word for word, and both of your smiles only grow. “Say it,” and he’s beaming at you, his fingers twisted in the ends of your hair. “’M a bird,” he finally says, and you applaud him. “I’m gonna’ start calling you Noah,” you say decisively, and you can see the faint blush on his cheeks, but you don’t mention it. “’S fine -- didn’t think you wanted t’call me anything f’awhile. Thought ya’ must’ve hated me. Nick swears he’s asked you a million times t’have lunch w’us, and you always say no if ‘m involved,” he murmurs, pushing a bit of your hair out of your face as he smirks down at you. “I’m just weird about my friendship with Nick, s’all. I never hangout with any of his friends, because I’ve seen people use him to network and stuff, and I never want him to think that’s what I’m doing,” you explain, and Harry nods like he understands. “Y’are weird,” is what he agrees with, though, and this time you do swat at his arm, but it isn’t effective at all because of your bad angle. “Think I’d like f’you t’keep me around, though. Y’never even have t’know I have any friends ‘f it means you’ll hangout w’me. And Nick. Or just Nick, or just me. Whatever,” he adds, and it makes you smile once again. 

“Think I’d like that very much, Noah Calhoun.”

“Know I’d like it very much, Allie Hamilton.”

--

You end up spending more time with Harry than you do Nick, and it’s not on purpose, it’s just what happens. You both get shit from Nick all the time about how you can’t live without each other, that Harry acts like he’s properly in mourning if you’re out of town without him, that you should just fuck already and save yourselves all the bad dates you’re going to go through before you realize you’re going to end up together. It’s annoying, really. You and Harry have both said so, but there are times when you think about how you told him every detail about yourself while laying in his lap in the middle of Nick’s kitchen and it makes you wonder if he’s right. You can’t see yourself ever being as comfortable or as happy as you are when you’re with Harry, but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen.

He’s your best friend. He’s going to stay your best friend. 

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Monster from Green Hell

Monster from Green Hell is a Giant Atomic Insect movie – I'm pretty sure that alone makes it MST3K eligible, but there are also some less-than-illustrious names involved.  Although the film was surprisingly not directed by Bert I. Gordon,  it was produced by Al Zimbalist, whose name you may remember reading in the opening credits of Robot Monster. Oooh, and remember Pepe the Latino-Transylvanian janitor from I Was a Teenage Werewolf? Actor Vladimir Sokoloff is in this, too, playing Dr. Lorenz the missionary!  Scared yet?

The opening narration explains to us that before mankind can venture into space, he must find out what exposure to cosmic radiation will do to a life form.  To this end, Dr. Brady and his colleage Dr. Morgan have collected an apparently random assortment of life forms and are launching them into space on board stock rocket footage (some of which I'm pretty sure we've seen before, perhaps in King Dinosaur). One of the rockets goes off-course and comes back to Earth in central Africa.  Six months later, there is panic in the area – although Dr. Lorenz dismisses the stories of 'Green Hell' as some kind of superstition, in the very next scene we see animals at a watering hole being terrorized by a giant mutated bug!

The bugs are hilarious. How do I even describe these things?  They're supposed to be mutant wasps but they look kind of like an ant drawn by a seven-year-old with a microscope, with a bee's wings and a lobster's claws attached just for fun.  They have nostrils. They buzz constantly even though they never fly, their size varies from 'horse' to 'house' depending on the shot, and the film-makers seem a little unclear on which end of the wasp has the stinger in it. The puppets are detailed enough that they would honestly be kind of impressive if they weren't so silly-looking, and watching them eat hapless extras is a real hoot.  At this point the audience settles back with a smile, figuring this movie is going to be awesome.

Then it pulls the rug out from under us.  Rather than delving directly into the scientist's quest to destroy the monsters of Green Hell, we follow them through Padding Hell on the way.  After speaking to a territorial agent who looks weirdly like Josef Stalin, Brady and Morgan sit around in a hotel for a week and then set off on a month-long trek across the stock footage savannah. On the way they are menaced by natives, nearly die of thirst when they find a contaminated waterhole, and then come down with some kind of fever while they sit out a monsoon.  There are a couple of amusing things in this part of the movie, like the incredibly dramatic way the baggage men 'die' when struck by arrows, but that's not what the audience is here to see.  By the time the party reaches the Mission, the movie is more than half over.

They arrive there only to learn that Dr. Lorenz was killed by one of the bugs, so it’s off into the mountains to find and exterminate them.  So now we're finally gonna get some action, right?  Wrong again!  The group does manage to lob a few grenades, but these do nothing to their targets except annoy them, and the heroes end up trapped underground when the angry wasp queen causes a cave-in.  Time for more padding, as they wander in the dark trying to find their way out!  Luckily they discover an escape route before the Mole People can kidnap them... and moments later the local volcano erupts, destroying the hive.

At this point, we realize... we just followed these characters halfway across a continent, only for their story to end in a deus ex machina?  Oh, fuck off, movie!

This is becoming a personal pet peeve of mine, actually – heroes who don't do anything.  There are an awful lot of them in these movies.  Mark English in Devil Doll never did anything. Cabot in Outlaw never did anything.  Nobody in The Mad Monster ever did anything.  Was this some kind of trend? Because all it does, as I've pointed out before, is make us wonder why we bothered watching this.  Imagine if, I dunno, Star Wars ended when the Death Star was hit by a meteor.  That would be really, really stupid, wouldn't it?

A coincidence can be a powerful ending for a story as long as it has a meaning.  The War of the Worlds ends with the aliens dying of diseases to illustrate the true insignificance of human beings.  It works because the protagonist we’ve been following isn’t trying to defeat the invasion, only to survive it.  The Lord of the Rings ends with Gollum slipping and falling into the volcano because the point is that the Ring ultimately destroys itself.  These are satisfying endings to the stories that came before them.  The ending of Monster from Green Hell just looks like the writers ran out of ideas.  The characters stand and watch and observe, “nature has a way of correcting its mistakes”, but that makes no damn sense either.  The wasps weren't nature's mistake, they were created by humans blasting random shit into space for fun!

This is doubly annoying because Monster from Green Hell starts off pretty well.  The exposition gets out of the way quickly, and although we are disappointingly not treated to a rocket crash, it's not long at all before we get to see the monsters causing panic on the savannah.  These are just the right kind of deliciously awful that we stick around hoping to see them again.  Only slowly do we come to realize that we're never going to get what we really want, which is an actual fight between the heroes and the monsters. The grenade-tossing is fun, but it's not a substitute, and then there's the anticlimax of an ending in which we don't even get to see the wasps overcome by the lava – they're merely superimposed on stock eruption footage while the characters watch.  The movie was seventy percent irrelevant bullshit and now it's over, and the first ten minutes or so did such a good job of getting our attention that we feel like we've been tricked. How dare you, movie?  How dare you!

There's also a totally useless romantic subplot with Dr. Lorenz' daughter Lorna – and when I say useless, I mean fucking useless.  Not only does it not add anything to the story, it doesn't even take anything away.  The romance in Terror from the Year 5000 was useless because it wasted time that could have been spent on the actual plot.  The romance in Monster from Green Hell doesn't even get any time spent on it.  We see that Dr. Brady and Lorna have met, and she keeps running into his arms every time things get intense, but one gets the impression that this only happens because somebody went, “oh, wait, we need a girl in this movie” (and she is, literally, the only woman with lines).  Lorna doesn't even get the minimal plot function that would be imparted by needing rescue.  Why did they bother?

There are a couple of things in this movie that aren't bad. It's not too terrible in an aesthetic sense, at least.  Some of the sets are pretty nice: we open on a matte painting of a desert that isn't really convincing but is still very pretty, and the equipment we see the rocket scientists using is not too laughable.  Dr. Lorenz' mission looks convincingly ramshackle, and I like that it's actually more primitive than the native village we see at one point.  The monsters are stupid but a lot of effort clearly went into building them, and there's a fun bit where one of them fights a stop-motion python.  There's a lot of stock footage but it's usually well matched with the stuff shot for the production – we never find ourselves looking at lions on a savannah while the characters are supposed to be in a trackless jungle (*cough*leechwoman*cough*).

There's also a fairly interesting dynamic between Dr. Lorenz, scoffing at 'native superstition', and his liason with the local tribe, Arobi.  Rather surprisingly, the script permits Arobi more dignity than the entire cast of Voodoo Woman put together. He and Dr. Lorenz like and respect one another, but Arobi resents the scientist's accusations of superstition and argues against them quite effectively.  At the same time, he doesn't want Dr. Lorenz going into the area called Green Hell to investigate the reports.  He is willing to go himself, despite his own fear, and reminds his friend, “I'm much younger than you.”  Vladimir Sokoloff and Joel Fluellen manage to give the impression of having known each other for years, and their relationship is the only one in the movie that rings halfway true.

One final observation I have is here is another movie that seems deeply pessimistic about the possibilities for human space travel.  Some of the experimental animals we meet were exposed to cosmic radiation for less than a minute, and yet they still show signs of mutation.  The monsters, we are told, mutated from ordinary paper wasps in a mere forty hours.  That's not even two days, and it took the Apollo astronauts three days to get to the moon – never mind the time they spent there and the trip back!  In the world of Monster from Green Hell, I imagine that the space race was scrapped before it even began, when Dr. Brady and his colleages submitted a report explaining that the effects of cosmic rays on living tissue were far too dangerous and unpredictable to risk manned spaceflight. We'd be trapped on Earth, the stars forever beyond our reach.

I guess it's a better excuse than being too cheap to fund NASA.

If you’re wondering, the reason the title card for this review doesn’t match any of the other screenshots is because the full title of the movie is never on screen all at once.  I had to grab the title from a trailer on YouTube.