#they got rid of the yellow text color

[icespur]

*While the Squad is in a battle* Akiren, trying to warn about the location of an enemy: To the left! Ryuji: Take it back now y'all!

[jefferythejelly]

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[koolades-world]

Oh I thought of something so funny

Can you please do headcanons for both datables and undatable with an MC that has an embarrassing picture of them as their lock screen?

I just imagine them asking to see MC's phone for a moment after they see it but MC knows they're gonna try and change it so they start running and play a funny silly game of keep away LMAO

"MC give me your phone."

"NO YOU'RE GONNA CHANGE MY LOCK SCREEN 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️"

MC is chased around the entire school trying to escape, they have to hide their phone in the end haha

hi! haha, yes of course!

since tumblr got rid of yellow in favor of making it more accessible, i just decided to go custom with the name colors. none of the actual text will be these colors so it's actually readable and just want to differentiate between the characters

sorry this is late! lost track of time talking with friends

this idea is so fun and so cute, please enjoy :)

Mc running from datables + undatables so they don't change their lock screen

Lucifer

the picture on your lock screen is him passed on on his desk surrounded by paperwork. his hair is plastered to his forehead and an empty mug is laying on it's side next to him

he sees your lock screen when he asks you to add a couple dates to the family calendar right after a student council meeting

he doesn't chase you far because people are staring at the two of you but gives the ominous warning that he'll be waiting for you at home. you might need backup...

Mammon

the picture on your lock screen is of him midway through tripping. the timing was perfect and he had seemingly tripped on air

he didn’t even realize you had capture it on camera until he sees a screenshot of your lock screen in the family group chat

he chased you fully around the school and almost changed your background but didn't after you offered him all the cuddles and kisses he could dream of

Levi

the picture on your lock screen is him in his bunny boy outfit, just looking generally embarrassed. he's covering his face with one of his hands and extending the other out towards to camera, trying to cover it

he nearly starts screaming when he seems your lock screen

he begs and begs you to change it back, but you refused since you think it's a cute photo :)

Satan

the picture on your lock screen is of him crying while reading a leatherbound book (inspo from that one card!). he's holding an embroidered handkerchief with a small cat paw in the corner up to his face

when he sees the picture while looking over your shoulder in class to see if you got his message, he's a little flustered

he chases you around at lunch and catches you and successfully changes you lock screen to an embarrassing picture of you instead

Asmo

the picture on your lock screen is of him still in bed. his hair is the messiest you've ever seen and his sleeping mask is askew on his face. you're next to him in bed, and he's holding your other arm

he actually kind of likes the picture but at least wants you to change it to your home screen

when you refuse, he playfully changes you around, and while he fails, he changes it later while you're asleep

Beel

the picture on your lock screen is of him with food all over his face. it's not a rare site, but today his entire mouth is shiny since he was midway through eating a burger

tbh I cannot see him getting super embarrassed, and actually would probably like that moment since the two of you have moments like that all time

he would chase you just to be playful and fun, but instead of wanting to delete the photo, he would probably just want to change your lock screen to a cute picture of the two of you <3

Belphie

the picture on your lock screen is a picture of him asleep with doodles all over his face in black marker. he was given a mustache and various other symbols

he doesn't actually notice right away, but when he does, he whines for you to change it

when you refuse, he shows more enthusiasm than he ever has, and he wrestles the phone from you to change it himself

Diavolo

the picture on your lock screen is him looking very embarrassed in a cafe. he was holding two drinks and was ushering you towards the exit. he had picked up the wrong drinks

he was mortified after that and wanted to vanish, but was too embarrassed to bring it back to get the correct ones

he had fun chasing you because you seemed to be enjoying it, so he wasn't even in it to change your lock screen despite how he felt about it

Barbatos

the picture on your lock screen is of him staring at a piece of china he had just broken on accident. most of his face isn't visible, but he's making the most mortified face you've ever seen

the look on his face when he saw your lock screen...

let's just say that you didn't get very far before he caught you

Simeon

the picture on your lock screen is a picture of him struggling to use a computer. his face is very close to the screen and he's hunched over the keyboard. he keeps looking back and forth between the keyboard and screen, and hunt + pecks the keys

he kind of minded but didn't care that it was your lock screen until you got smug

he chased you around and getting you phone put couldn't figure out how to change it

Luke

the picture on your lock screen is him standing on a stool in the kitchen, and pointing somewhere away from himself with a terrified expression on his face. he just seen an ant trail on the counter

he promptly got mad and tried to grab your phone

unfortunately for him he's short and there was no chase because all you had to do was hold it over your head lol

Solomon

the picture on your lock screen is a picture of him standing over a cauldron that had clearly just backfired on him. his entire face is covered in soot and his hair is standing on it's ends

he actually had an embarrassing photo of you as his lock screen!

the mischievous sorcerer had loads of fun chasing you around and was successful in changing you lock screen

Mephisto

the picture on your lock screen is him sitting on the ground, looking dazed. he'd just fallen off of his horse after trying to show off to you, and he was covered in dirt

he was so bum hurt in and after that moment and can't contain his welling emotions of partial embarrassment of having to relive it, and partial excitement

he chases you around out of sake for his pride but he actually could not catch you before the next class began

Thirteen

the picture on your lock screen is her staring down at the ground after she'd just dropped an entire divider of rhinestones onto the ground. all the colors had scattered around the entire room and mixed

she eventually just used a spell to clean up the spilled gems, but she stood there for a minute processing

she didn't mind too much, but she had fun chasing you around for a while

[lovebittenbyevans]

The Wrong Sister | Prologue

Summary: You and your sister Jasmine don’t always see eye to eye. When she starts to bring her husband Andy Barber around more, you kept a distance from him until things began to change between you two.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Warnings: slight slow burn, cursed words

Author note: I missed writing this series. This series will be a short series and different. Enjoy reading!

Prologue

One missed call from Andy Barber (brother-in law)

You grabbed your phone after you put on your my hero academia t-shirt. You heard your phone buzzing again in your hand as you finally checked to see who kept hitting you up like this.

Andy Barber: I’m outside! Open the door, please

You reread his text message one more time like it was a joke or not. You placed your phone on the nightstand and walked out of your bedroom. You didn’t expect to see him anytime soon since your sister made plans for them tonight.

When you opened the door of your apartment, you saw Andy standing there in the pouring rain holding a duffel bag. “Hi.”

“Hey, can I stay here tonight?” He asked you.

You quickly moved to the side of the door to let him in. “Uh, you and my sister got into it again?” He walked inside taking his shoes off as you closed the door.

He sighed. “Um, kind of.”

You honestly were not expecting to see him tonight most of all. Your heart began to pick up fast as you walked past him. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

It has been a long time since you had anyone staying with you. You can’t even remember the last time you had a guy stay over at your place.

Andy has been to your apartment more than once but only when your family wanted to have parties or get together at someone's house. You needed your heart to calm the fuck down right about now.

You led him to the guest room and opened the door. “Let me know if you need anything.” You thank god you were able to get rid of the yellow wallpaper and paint the guest room wall a nice light green color.

He clears his throat and walks past you inside the guest room. “Just water.” You nod and head directly to the kitchen.

You filled an empty glass cup with water and made your way back to the guest room. A skull mixed with a lion tattoo on his back caught your attention as you were about to hand him the cup with water.

Shit!

“Here you go.” You said making sure you spoke clearly.

Andy turned around with a smile and took the cup from you. “Thanks.”

You nod. “Well, let me know if you need anything else.” You were about to walk out the door when he called out to you. “Y/N.”

“Yes?” You responded while glancing at him.

Sometimes you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. There was something about Andy that had your heart racing fast and you can not see yourself being around him for long especially when Jasmine always tried to be in you two conversations.

His blue eyes locked with yours. “Why have you been avoiding me? I’ve been calling you and texting you for the past week.”

And there it is…..fuck!

For the past week you have not been answering his calls and text messages. He was not stupid. A part of him missed hearing your voice. He wanted to make sure his sister in law was doing okay.

“Uh.” You paused for a second. “What did my sister and you argue about this time?” You tried to change the subject.

You would be lying to yourself that he shouldn’t be on your mind. He was your brother in law for god sake. Your heart shouldn’t be beating fast for a married man. You should not feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Y/N.” He studied you as he tapped the spot on the bed next to him. He missed having real honest conversations with you. He missed seeing you as well.

You sigh and sit on the edge of the bed leaving space between you two. “Did Jasmine say something to you? I know we follow her rules.” He continues to talk.

You rolled your eyes and scoffs. Your sister and her stupid rules she always made up every time she dates or married someone which you have to follow regardless.

“No.” You shake your head.

Confusion showed on his face. “Is it about that day what happened between–” You cut him off immediately. “No, No, No.”

There you go lying again

Andy brows raise. “Y/N, Don’t do that.” He can tell when you aren’t telling him the truth. You were sometimes easy to read.

“Andy.” You said quietly.

That day should have never happened but it did. He reaches toward you and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “It’s ok.”

You didn’t realize how close he was to you. You were pretty sure he could hear the way your heart was pounding.

Exhaling a shaky breath, he leans in close, nose brushing and whispers against your lips. “I want you to have me.” You move your head away before he could kiss you.

“Time to get some sleep.” You got up from the bed and let out a yawn. “Goodnight, Andy.” He was almost hard to resist but you was not going to give in. You walked out the door feeling butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks flustered.

[a-rats-hat]

My own Pinkie Pie clone-who-lived, based on Freako Funtime Icecream Surprise by @captainzigo

She goes by Sprinkle. She uses She/It pronouns as she doesn't really identify with other ponies based on being born from the mirror pool. It is looking for Starlight Glimmer or a pony with a similar power level to remove its cutie mark, as it doesn't like having Pinkie Pies mark. For the time being, she hides her cutie mark under a cape.

She was away from the other Pinkies when Twilight had them gathered for the test. It didn't know where the others had gone and was scared, when it spoke to Twilight, she assumed it was Pinkie, saying something like "Man I'm glad we got rid of all those other pinkies" Which scared it off.

She quickly left ponyville, changing her appearance and covering her cutie mark. It ended up heading to the Crystal Empire and taking up residence as a pastry chef.

Picture ID in Alt text and under the cut.

Start ID. A pony that resembles Pinkie Pie in color. It's hair is chopped short and died black, some pink visible at the roots. She has under eye bags and is wearing a variety of gold bracelets on her front hooves. It has a gold piercing on its ear. She's wearing a blue cape with a darker blue trim and yellow bells hanging off it. End ID.

Start second ID. A pony that resembles Pinkie Pie in color. It's hair is chopped short and died black, some pink visible at the roots. She has under eye bags and is wearing a variety of gold bracelets on her front hooves. She has Pinkie Pies cutie mark, two blue balloons, and one yellow balloon. End second ID.

[eddsworld-the-masquerade]

Blog update: “About” and “Characters” pages rewrite 

First of, happy new year everyone! Hoping this one doesn’t end me for good haha. 

As stated above, “About” and “Characters” pages have been updated with new info, character description, sheets and art (which you see in this post). You’ll need to open the blog in browser in order to view these pages. Keep in mind that it’s all subject to change given that the story is still in early development (I wrote down 1/4 of the script plan so far) and I might get rid of things I feel I can’t utilize properly. 

I’m also opening the ask box again, so if the text inspires you or makes you wonder certain things, you can drop your message there :) I can’t promise I’ll be quick to answer and I probably won’t be able to answer all of your asks but I’ll do my best to read through them all. 

Under the cut is rest of the concept art (and some of my rambling) so I don’t make the post too bloated to scroll through:

Edd’s style is still considered “weird” but in a more obnoxious and bold way. It’s screaming “Look at me! Look at me! I’ll have you look my way like it or not!”. I like the silly thought of him coming to embrace larger suits thanks to his sire. It is comfortable! And one of the kind - if you were wondering for what purpose Edd needs sewing skills, that’s the answer :)  

Tord lost his iconic sweater and scarf. I gotta say I wasn’t sure if bare chest idea would work out but I’m glad I tried it cuz heck yeah it did. Love it or hate it Tord doesn’t give a damn 😎   His fake horns are now slicked back which makes him look like a disgruntled kitten lol And I added a belt buckle, it’s a skull being crushed by a hammer (roughly designed after thor’s hammer as a nod to his origin); it carries a certain personal significance too 

Matt style is still inspired by vintage suits and illustrations but customized for personal taste. Like the vest being asymmetrical, or the suit being more “flappy” and with a big cutout on the back. It’s sort of a way of saying “I might be playing by the rules but I do it my own way”. He is ultimate bishounen now and his power is mesmerizing enemies with that iconic anime stare and sound effects (this is a joke, but a joke I love) 

Tom had it worst XD but also I had the most fun with him. The pale yellow parts on his body are supposed to be bone and um...shell...thing...you know when something spends a lot of time in the water in the open sea and you get it out and it’s covered in those THINGS yeah I can’t find the word but hopefully you got my point hahaha. It was hard to keep him as monstrous as possible but also recognizable but I think giving him the monster tom color palette did the job. Also yes he got scales. And the texture I did on his skin is supposed to be semi-transparent...like jello maybe? he’s hideous and a pain to color and i love him lol

I also did this little relationship chart to explain changes in the well relationships in-group! 

[bokkiesplace]

wdym they got rid of the yellow text color?? that is literally the entire theme of my second account-- that's the entire theme color for sotm

that's literally the theme color for my birthday theme

[blueepink07]

I've seen the collaboration with Milgram drinks and considering that they are specially personalised for each character I decided to find some symbolism in the drink's contents.

Because my last posts had been with Muu, I decided to begin with her. ~🐝

(mentions of suicide, murder! )

Translation: (It was done with some apps so I'm not very sure how good is this translation, but let's hope for the best!)

~Yuzumitsu syrup~🥤(I think it should've been yuzu and honey?)

~Lemon~🍋

~Whipped cream~🍨(the second one looks a little bit like in the photo)

~Honey~🍯

Now let's start!

~Yuzu fruit~

"Yuzu is a citrus fruit that is native to East Asia, specifically China and Japan. It is a cross between a mandarin orange and a pomelo, and is known for its unique flavor and aroma. The fruit is typically small and round, with a thin, bumpy skin that is bright yellow when ripe."

-> "Yuzu has been an important part of East Asian culture for many centuries. In Japan, the fruit has been associated with the aristocracy and the imperial court, and was often presented as a gift to the emperor."

To sum it up, Yuzu is a symbol of wealth and luxury.

This easily links to Muu as she admits that she comes from a rich family and she is often provided with everything she needs in the interrogation questions, but also in voice dramas. Even her second MV in where she is portraited as the queen bee is a good example of her higher status. Funnily enough, to fit the bee theme she is given honey in shape of larvae, which has another similarity with the description below where the emperors received Yuzu as a gift.

->"In Chinese art, yuzu has been depicted in traditional Chinese paintings, particularly those related to nature. Yuzu is depicted as a symbol of longevity and auspiciousness(promising success) ."

Again, because of Muu's higher status, she was meant to have a very successful life, if her murder never happened. She admits having received many model scouting offers due to her natural beauty and her mother's career. Also, a lot of money means that she can pay for her medical needs so, if not for some accidents or some sort, she would probably have lived a long life.

->"People heralded yuzu as a powerful fruit for more than its medicinal properties and its ability to leave your skin silky smooth after a soak. It was also regarded as auspicious due to its bright, sunny color and strong, fresh fragrance. Many believed soaking in a yuzu bath on the Winter Solstice invited health and fortune for the new year. Some even believed the powerful aroma could ward off bad luck and exorcise evil spirits!"

Okay, here a many things that I want to cover up, so I'll make it short.

Medical properties and smooth silky skin can again link to Muu being very healthy and very beautiful. But what I want to point out is the yuzu bath, which is said to ward off bad luck and exorcise evil spirits. Muu often says in her first VD that Rei was a bad person and was the actual cause of her misfortune. This fruit could be a metaphor of her crime, because Muu by murdering Rei (in her pov)she got rid of the source of her bad luck and suffering.

Even the Winter Solstice itself points this out. By the standard definition winter Solstice is marked as "the symbol of death and rebirth of the Sun". Muu is often portraited in yellow colours, so by thinking of her as the sun we can interpret this way: Muu's old bullied self died as soon as she killed Rei and was rebirthed as a more confident person freed of pain.

If Muu were a fruit, I would say that Yuzu will definitely be a perfect choice, so no wonder Milgram chose this fruit for her drink.

~Lemon~

->"The lemon has come to symbolize many — sometimes opposing — ideas, depending on the cultural reference point. Sometimes it is considered a symbol of longevity, purification, love, and friendship, and other times it is seen to be symbolic of bitterness and disappointment. Catholic tradition linked the fruit to fidelity. Because it was imported at great expense to some countries it became a symbol of wealth."

I will not explain again the longevity, purification and wealth part as it will be just me repeating myself. Instead, I will talk about friendship which is an important theme to Muu's character.

I will begin with Muu's views about it, because I think it will be a better introduction.

"Friends aren't like that you know. Rather than using each other for something, we just get along because we're comfortable around each other. That's all."

Muu thinks that friendship means to be yourself without the fear of being judged. To talk happy about silly topics, to express yourself in a comfortable atmosphere, to get along with people that understand you. At the surface, Muu's idea of friendship it's the standard definition. However, if we dig just a little bit, we easily see that Muu doesn't truly respect her ideals or rather she is using this definition to the extreme. When confronted by Es about Haruka's intention to keep her safe, Muu admits that she already knows about it. She is happy, because Haruka wants to protect her from a possible guilty verdict. After that, she explains that she will not stop him from killing himself if that's what he wishes, because according to her "Isn't friendship about letting your friends do the things they want?". Again, just by definition, it is a correct affirmation. Friendship means to help your peers achieving what they want and supporting them on their journey. But Muu takes this definition to the extreme. Friendship doesn't always imply that you should let the person you care about to do whatever they want. This is just negligence. Sometimes they need a reality check or words to convince them that what they want to do at the moment it's not the best choice and should find another solution or simply to abandon that idea.

Muu then ends her friendship talk with an interesting sentence. "Then what is friendship? You're together because it's beneficial for everyone involved, aren't you?"

By theory, what she says is true. Friendship is needed in humans life, because we can't properly live without other persons to interact with. Even if we talk about a connection that it was made simply because you share a class with and you don't want to be lonely or a relationship that actually lasts for a lifetime, they are important for our development.

In Muu's case both her and Haruka are benefiting from their friendship, not only as a way to pass time and keep sane in a magical prison, but also for their own desires. For example, Muu thinks that the most important thing that a friend should do is to listen to what she has to say, something that Haruka is actively seen doing.

(from the interrogation questions)

What's a friend in your opinion?

"People who listen carefully to what Muu has to say."

So Muu seeks people that listen to her and with whom she's comfortable in a friendship. In the second MV the scene where the "bees" are around her could be a metaphor for her wanting to be listened(after all, what a queen says never gets unnoticed), but also in this specific scene she looks the most comfortable around her friend group.

Okay, but what her friends are benefiting from this relationship? Considering how easily they betrayed her trust means that it was never a very deep connection to begin with. That's because what they gained were objects, expensive things. Muu's love language and appreciation is giving things to others. Being rich means that she can afford many items so for her it's not a big struggle. In after pain the text from her phone suggests that she gave her lipstick to one of her friends.

Also, to who she gave something to as a sign of friendship? To Haruka! The hairpin.

Her friendship at school was most likely superficial, based more on materialism, and was never a deep connection like Muu wanted. Despite that her views of friendship seem like the standard definition, because they were taken to the extreme, she didn't realized until too late that her friends were superficial and didn't care much about her.

And even after all this she still wants to see her friends again, meaning that Muu still cares somewhat about them.

"At the moment is there anyone you want to meet?"

"I want to meet my friends, but in the first place there's daddy and mom I think~"

At the same time though, she is disappointed with how everything turned out to play and how easy her friends started to bully her.

"Do you regret it?"

"Mhm, I should've chosen my friends better."

What did lemons symbolise again? Disappointment, bitterness and fidelity. What Muu feels now about her past friendship and the loyalty that she never had truly gotten, but wants to.

Lemon is a fruit that represents very well Muu's desires and it's sad that such a simple wish (friendship) was too hard to be granted.

~Whipped cream~🍨

I will not talk much about this, since there is not much to say.

Whipped cream is used a lot in desserts, sugary things. Usually, it symbolises a carefree attitude and a joyous mood. This could make a reference to Muu's actual state of mind in Milgram, her being one of the only prisoner who is still fine, both mentally and physically.

~Honey~🍯

"Honey symbolises positive things, such as abundance, wisdom, and even the word of God."

I think it is no wonder that honey is an important part in Muu's character considering the second MV.

Her second MV adds information about Muu's murder and uncovers us the revelation that she was once part of the bullying group. So based on the symbolism, we can say that honey represents truth.

But what does honey represents in her MV? Muu associates it with devotion in the lyrics, which makes sense considering the visuals. The first bee scene that we have is Muu being surrounded by other classmates. Almost all of them have a plate with honey waiting for her to delight with the food. Just one of the bees has an empty plate that doesn't get unnoticed by Muu, who with just a slight push, breaks her into pieces.

And not just the visuals and the lyrics are showing that honey means devotion and loyalty.

"She will stop from time to time in the hive, to be groomed and fed by the worker bees called her 'attendants.' They form a circle around her, and will also spread her pheromone through the hive. This queen pheromone tells the bees that she is alive and well."

The scenes from the MV are mimicking the bees in real life. Her friends, the worker bees, by giving her honey, are showing how much they value their friendship. So it's only naturally that the girl who doesn't give her honey (in Muu's point of view) it's like she's wishing for her downfall.

Another thing... (feel free to ignore, because it's just me being annoyed at the bullies) Honey symbolises sweetness in life. I can't shake the feeling that by giving Muu this sweet honey, they are flattering her so they can receive more expensive things. Even the text on the phone seems like the friends are complimenting her too much?

Anyway, back to the analysis!

Also I want to point out the shape of the honey, which are bee larvae. Normally, the queen bee is the one that makes them to assure that the colony is prosperous. Instead, Muu eats them, indicating how her friends circle is slowly diminishing and, in the world of bees, the colony is slowly wiped out.

It doesn't help that Muu's actively destroying the colony by breaking the worker bees into pieces. If Muu and her friend group believe that the respective classmate is treating them badly or "betraying from jealousy", they are cutting ties with that person removing them from the friend circle and target them as the new victim of bullying. A good example is the short haired girl from the thumbnail, which resembles a lot the first bee with the empty plate.

Basically, Muu believes that if a classmate is treating her badly she is being bullied by them, so her deciding to bully them back is a sign of revenge. Her voice drama also implies this assumption.

"You see, if you think that me bullying someone back after being bullied is the natural course of events, then wouldn't it be bad to bully me back again in return?"

To sum it up:

classmate (doesn't value the friendship/does something that Muu and the friend group dislikes) is a bully in their Pov -> they bully back as an act of revenge

Rei is interfering(wants to stop the bullying)-> Muu is the new victim of bullying and is betrayed by her closest friends

Muu thinks the only way to escape is by killing herself -> ends up killing Rei (revenge)

Muu implies that by giving her a guilty verdict we basically are telling her that it was wrong for her to seek revenge. However, it also means that Rei was wrong to instigate the bullying, again, as an act of revenge.

"But if you were like, "I won't forgive you, Muu! Revenge is bad!," then wouldn't that imply that it's also bad for me to bully someone back after they bullied me? Since we've all done something bad anyway, doesn't that mean that I've not done anything wrong in the end?"

And she ends her argument with the fact that she and her victim are even, meaning that she didn't do anything wrong.

Now that we have the bullying part cleared up, let's end this with the last scene from the MV were honey appears.

Throughout the MV, we see that the queen cell above Muu is glowing when she is eating honey. That is the place were all the honey is deposited and is spilled out when the fully developed Muu with wings escapes.

In the first MV the hourglass was used to represent how much Muu could endure the pain until she would've suffocated(literally). That queen cell could symbolise the same thing. When Muu escapes, the honey that was once a sign of friendship and loyalty was now suffocating her due to the fakeness and the betrayal of her friends. She is no longer looking at the spilled honey, and is happy that she can finally break free since there is nothing left in the broken hourglass(not even her three closest friends).

Honey is a good representation of trust and devotion. It showed the truth of the situation, how too much sweetness in one's life could cause someone to "suffocate" in the lies hidden in it (in this case, the false friendship that Muu believed she had).

Thank you for reading! ~🐝

Credits

[heartidylla]

red (tv) — state of grace

javi gutierrez x reader

summary : you meet javi one day in the middle of a road crossing. you leave a strong impression on him, and once he finds you again he asks you a severe question that’ll change your life forever.

warnings : none, enjoy your fluff!

speaking color coding

“” — javi

“” — you

“” — other

tapping your foot rapidly against the pavement as you were in a hurry to get to a very important meeting. you were awaiting for the traffic light to turn so you'd be able to walk fast through them.

the streets were extremely busy as even busier lives were trying to stay on time and get to their destination just as much as you were.

you happily beamed as the light finally turned white and the image of a walking person appeared, allowing you to cross safely. as you were walking, your head was glued to your phone. you were texting at an astronomical pace, telling your coworker that you were just a few minutes out.

that was the soul reason why you didn't see the person walking in front of you until the both of you collided shoulders. you stumbled back a few steps due to the impact.

"ah, ma'am!" a new voice flowed beautifully into your ears, coming from directly in front of you. your eyes met his espresso ones, and they had the same effect on you as caffeine.

you oddly enough felt more energized the second you got the chance to analyze him more deeply. his beach wave hair that seemed to be incredibly well taken care of and it was wild and free, as if the products he used were expensive. "are you okay?" he asked you.

you shook your head to rid yourself from the daze he put you into and that's when your eyes fall onto his light brown stained shirt. "yes, of course. i'm sorry!" you apologized instantly for the stain from his drink, "i was too busy texting my coworker to see where i was going." you explained while guilty showing him the back of your phone.

"no, this is my fault." he smiled apologetically, "i should've been looking. don't blame yourself." he put his hand onto your shoulder as a way to comfort you. you didn’t notice but his body began to tense up due to his informal action, but was able to ease up because it had went unacknowledged by you.

"are you sure?" you raised a curious eyebrow at him. he nodded his head, reassuring you that this is his fault and you shouldn't feel guilty at all. "well, let me at least buy you a new shirt." you pull out a one hundred dollar bill, ignoring his protests. you lift his hand up to yours and put the money within his grasp and enclose it within his.

his eyes widened with shock at the electric touch that occurred the second your hand touched his, and the flush of warmth that flowed into his chest didn't go unnoticed by him either. "please, just take the money." you pleaded with him. when he didn't answer you, you interjected once again. "look, i'm terribly late for the meeting. go buy yourself a new shirt — yellow would look fantastic on you!" you say before letting go of his hand and quickly walking away to get back on your track.

he stood in the middle of the road and watched your fading figure with parted lips, completely appalled by how someone didn't know who he was and how generous you were to have given him one hundred dollars for a shirt that may only cost five at most.

in all honesty, the two of you are completely alone in this world. yes, you both have friends near you and hangout with people on the side. however, whenever you come back to your living quarters it's to a completely empty house.

neither of you really have a home, someplace to return and feel the relief that something — or someone gives off as soon as you step inside. 

your minds change every second as to where you want your life to lead you. you've been alone for so long that you've gotten use to this lifestyle, but would you want that forever?

this isn't some fairytale that spectacular story you'll meet the love of your life that you made up when you were five, this is real life.

if anything, if you started dating now you'd fall in love till it hurts or bleeds or fades in time. that's something you don't want, you want forever. a promise to be that enteral bliss, a place to come back to whenever you need support: a home.

a few hours after the meeting your high heels echoed in the hall as you walked into your works lobby. you noticed the familiar dark haired wavy locks that you'd seen before. "ms, this gentlemen has been waiting for you." the secretary stated as she motioned with her hand towards the young man you'd seen this morning.

he instantly stood up the second he realized you were within the room. "oh, hello!" his lips curved into an innocent, almost embarrassed smile.

"hi." you returned the favor and smiled back, waving your hand slightly as you walked over to him. "i see you picked out a shirt." you stated, looking down at his non-stained shirt. 

"yellow." he replied simply, "i bought a yellow shirt — like you suggested." you looked up once more to meet his gaze, and it was filled with a new emotion: admiration. that alone made you gulp nervously. he certainly did look good in yellow.

"well, i'm glad." you slightly nodded your head, "you look very handsome in yellow, as i predicted." you grin proudly as his tanned skin collides with the yellow button up perfectly.

"i think you'd look beautiful in any color." he mumbled out loud enough for you to hear it — loud enough for him to immediately become flustered over his own slurred words. your face turns a redder tint due to his words or admiration for you. "im so sorry if i made you uncomfortable." he raised his hands defensively, looking everywhere but you.

you begin to lightly chuckle, intertwining your fingers within his spread out ones. "it's okay." you tell him honestly. his tensed body slowly unwinds itself. "if anything, i liked it." you confess, giving his hand a tight squeeze with your fingers.

he takes a deep breath in and out, "i'm glad. i didn't want to push any boundaries you may have." he states, squeezing your hand as well.

"don't worry, you didn't." you reassure him once more, which seemed to be appreciated on his side due to the fact that he softly smiled at you. finally, you introduced yourself by telling him your name.

"i'm javi gutierrez." he tells you his own name.

"nice to meet you, javi." you release his hand from your grasp, and you were lead on to believe that he missed your warmth because his face fell ever so slightly the moment you let him go. "so, why are you here?" you ask him the burning question you had since you saw him sitting in one of the lobby chairs.

"ah!" he seems to have been nervous because he instantly started to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, "i wanted to ask you a question, and managed to see you walk into this building not to long after we collided shoulders." he explained himself, rotating from looking at you to the ground and to the secretary cheering him on from behind your back.

you tilt your head slightly to the side, "oh? what's your question?" you ponder.

"i — well..." he began to curl into his embarrassment, feeling immense pressure. he wasn't ever great with handling pressure or anything remotely discomforting. "would you give me the honor of taking you out on a date?" he managed to get it off his chest before his face became too humiliating for you. "i understand completely if you say no, i just couldn't let someone who was so kind to me slip away without taking a chance."

your heart skipped a beat at his question. javi was a very sweet guy, one of the kindest man you ever met. you never saw someone like him coming into your life, and you too, wouldn't let him slip past without taking a leap of faith. "yes, i'd love for you to take me out." you respond to him, beaming from ear to ear.

after that day, you'd never be the same. you use to be strong headed to everyone you meet, a wall surrounded you in order to keep your heart protected surrounded you.

you were constantly geared up for battle, ready to go to war with anybody who poses a threat to break you down. however, whenever javier was around you, everything would come crashing down.

he pierced the room like a cannon ball, and now everything the two of you knew was to never let go of one another. you held onto him tightly whenever you went, whether that was physically or emotionally.

the both of you were alone up in his room, laying down in his bed. you two were turned to one another, taking in each others features.

everything that happened in the past slipped from your minds and your slates were perfectly cleaned whenever the two of you were together.

his typical chocolate eyes turned a honey shade as the sunlight from the curtains slipped into them. he was resting his head on his knuckles while staring directly at you. his sunkissed freckled chest exposed while the rest of him was underneath his covers.

his fingers pushed back some hair that was seeping it's way into your face, causing you to flush with pink as his touch traced your jawline. he acted as if you were a beautiful sculpture while he was sculpting out every single detail of you and trying to memorize it all like you would disappear from him one day.

"so what if you were never a saint!" you shouted at the top of your lungs as you trailed around the room in circles. an argument — your first argument had started with javi telling you about his past and how he's feeling guilty for not able to love you properly due to your safety being at risk.

he made it clear that he wanted you to leave him and find someone better for you, someone who could give you the world and more than what he ever could.

he sat on the end of the bed, looking down at the floor helplessly as you continued to walk in circles angrily. "i loved in shades of wrong." you directed the attention onto yourself.

you weren't the best person either. you had flaws just as much as javi did. however, you both need to learn how to live with the pain together as mosaic-broken hearts.

you walk to where he sits, calming yourself down with each step until you reach him. "javi..." you call out.

"yes, my love?" he replies, still looking down at the floor. he believes he is undeserving to look at you.

"this love we share together," you begin, putting your hands on both sides of his head in order to gently push his head to look up at you. "it's brave and wild." you softly speak to him, "i never saw you coming into my life, and i'll never be the same if you dare to walk out of it." you continue, his eyes begin to shake as tears fill them.

he's scared — scared that one day he'll wake up and you're not there anymore because of his fathers horrid business. you're his state of grace. he needs you, desires to be by you at all times. you're his breath of fresh air. what the hell would he do if you're not here anymore — and more so because of him.

your voice is the only one that's able to bring him out of the terrors that are filling within his mind, "this is a worthwhile fight." you reassure him once more, smiling gently as he looked into your passionate and determined ones.

after all, love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right. the hands of fate managed to bring you two together, and the ones that will never separate you because you are stronger together than separate. 

his arms instantly snake around your waist, pushing his head into your stomach and slightly underneath your chest, his tears soaking into the cloth of your clothes. "you're my achilles' heel." his heartfelt confession is muffled, but you hear it just fine.

"this is the golden age of something good and right and real." you remind him of the current state of your relationship while running your fingers through his hair.

when he lets you go, you can see him nodding in agreement with you. he takes his place back onto the back, looking up at you with the same admiration he had when he first met you on that busy street.

as you lean down towards him, he begins to lean back until his back meets his bedding. eyes looking into yours that were above him, and finally his adorable smile is back on his face within no time. "i never saw you coming either." he admits, letting his hand roam to the back of your head. "and i'd never be the same if you'd walk out too. all i wanted was for you to be safe, because i love you. i know i shouldn't of pushed you out like that if —" he began to explain his thoughts, and why he said what he did.

"what did you say?" you interjected in the middle of his sentence, lips curving into the biggest grin you'd ever managed to make in your whole life. it began to hurt your cheeks due to the muscles within them not ever being used that much.

javi raised an eyebrow curiously, "what did i say?" he looked at you for awaiting an answer, as if the words slipped so naturally from his mind through his mouth that he didn't even process them himself.

"you said you loved me." you repeated his words, sitting up onto his waist and looking down at him. his hands straddle your own, making sure your not going anywhere.

yes, he’s called you pet names before, but you two haven’t ever said you loved one another. it’s been more like you both have said it in your actions, but too embarrassed to admit it out loud because the moment that you do it becomes much more intimate and you two loved where you were now — before the disagreement at least.

"what?! i’m so sorry i didn’t mean it — i mean i did, but i didn’t want it to come out so suddenly i was really waiting for the perfect moment because that’s what you deserve. i’m so sor—“ you stopped javier’s rapid nonsense of an apology that wasn’t necessary to spill from his mouth by meeting his lips with your own.

it wasn’t hard or passionate, it was gentle. it was the kind of kiss that sealed two people as one eternally. the kind where you take in the others lips, what shape they are, how they taste, their pattern. the kind that sets you up for the future when you need them more at a rapid pace.

you’re the one who pulls away from him first, only a little bit because you plan on indulging yourself within his warmth right after. “javi, i love you too.” you confess to him, and watch as his face brightened as if he had just heard the most exhilarating news in his whole life.

you were there to witness his toothy grin appear on his face because of you and you alone, and that alone made you even more giddy inside too. “i love you so much.” javi revealed once again. this time, he actually acknowledged he said it. he cupped your cheeks within his palms and showered you with kisses all along your face making you giggle due to the fact that his prickly mustache was tickling you.

“okay okay, i know! stop tickling me with your mustache!” you cried for mercy, and obliged after giving you one more kiss onto your lips. you both stare at one another with an equal amount of devotion for one another.

“i say we cut it off.” you ruin the moment to tease javi. you begin to smirking mischievously while looking down at your terrified counterpart. his hands immediately went to cover his glorious mustache, and his protests were muffled by them.

you chuckled at his reaction to yours words. you knew better than anyone that javi’s mustache was off limits. you lean down and kiss the back of his hands that cover his mouth. “i’m joking javi, but you’re reaction was adorable.” you begin to move off of him and the bed to walk towards the bathroom, and the sounds of his frustrated groans follow you all the way.

a soft grin never left your face as you and javi were in this game called love together and forevermore.

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India Lima Yankee - Chapter 14

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 4034

Warnings: Brief mention of death/terminal illness, a little angst

Summary: Juliette Kazansky discovers Maverick is back in town for a special training detachment, but she's more than a little blindsided when her Rooster arrives too. Having not spoken to him for almost ten years after their less than amicable break-up, Juliette can only imagine how the next few weeks are going to play out when she remains head over heels in love with him while he wants nothing to do with Juliette other than to forget her.

Or so she thinks.

Notes: Chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: No Turning Back Glitter and Gold Whose Side Are You On

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Juliette

It felt like recovering from a severe hangover the next morning after crying for so long last night. Juliette would've been content to call in sick and remain in bed the rest of the day, but duty called, mainly in the name of Maverick and her father. Maverick had invited her to training, and when she pointed out its classified status, she received a text from her father a few minutes later stating he'd gotten her clearance. Juliette couldn't fathom why it was so important to Maverick that she be there, be he wouldn't ask her without valid reasoning. Therefore, Juliette rolled out of bed with a Herculean effort and got dressed for the day. She chose a pale yellow dress with three-quarter-length sleeves and paired it with white peep-toes. She hoped the bright color and cute outfit would raise her spirits.

Even after doing her usual wavy hair and dramatic makeup, even after using drops to rid her eye of redness, Juliette could still see the remnants of her emotion last night. The only ones who would pick up on it were her parents, Maverick, and Rooster, none of whom she wanted to talk to about it; Maverick because he had his own shit to deal with in regards to Rooster, Rooster himself because he was the cause of her distress in the first place, and her parents because she didn't want to burden them with such trivial woes as boy problems when her dad had a terminal illness.

Juliette dropped her dogs off at her parents, keeping the visit short before they could ask any questions about her appearance. She made her way onto the base and arrived to an empty classroom. Bewildered that not even Hondo was there, Juliette checked the time and groaned. She'd been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't realized she'd gotten up before her alarm. It hadn't registered with her exhausted mind that it was six in the morning when her alarm had gone off, and she was already walking out the door.

"Nice going, Jules," she muttered to herself, shoving her phone into her pocket. "Real nice."

Figuring the mess hall might be open for a snack or drink, Juliette meandered out of the room and down the hallway. She kept her head down, not wanting to draw attention to herself. Only a handful of people passed her, none of whom Jules recognized and vice versa. Arriving at the mess hall, Juliette found food to be the last thing she wanted. The idea of it made her sick to her stomach, so she opted for tea. Halfway through exiting the mess hall, Juliette thought someone said her name, but with how weary she was, she probably imagined it. Juliette continued walking, only to run smack dab into Coyote hardly a second later. He grabbed her by the shoulders, steadying her.

"Hey, Princess," Coyote greeted, looking her up and down. "You good?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She plastered on a fake, cheerful smile. "I didn't spill anything on you, did I?"

"No, ma'am." He nodded towards her drink. "Is that all you're having for breakfast?"

"Yeah, I'm not a big breakfast person. I like breakfast food, but I'm just usually not hungry in the morning."

"You want to join us?"

Juliette followed his line of sight to where the rest of the pilots sat, including Rooster. He kept quiet, eating his food in silence while everyone else chatted quietly around him. "I'd love to, but I have some work I need to get done before training today. Thank you, though. If I can get enough done, maybe I can join you for lunch."

Coyote nodded and strode off. Juliette exited the mess hall, hurrying along in case anyone got the bright idea to follow her. No one did, but the moment she stepped foot into the training room, Cyclone and Warlock accosted her, the former saying, "Your dad informed me you would be involved in the training from here on out."

Juliette choked on her tea. She only expected to participate today, not for the rest of the detachment! "That's news to me, sir, but I'm happy to help where I can."

"Has he told you anything about the mission?"

"No, sir, but I know you're sending a team of fighters to destroy an unsanctioned uranium enrichment plant, and to do so, they have to fly through a canyon with SAAMs lined above it."

Cyclone and Warlock both frowned, evidently confused how she knew so much without having been told anything. Sure enough, Cyclone asked, "How did you find all that out? Maverick tell you?"

"No, sir, and you wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth."

"Try me," he said, crossing his arms.

"All right. My dad butt-dialed me during the briefing."

Silence ensued for a few moments while both Cyclone and Warlock stared at her with evident disbelief. Finally, the Vice Admiral shook his head. "Seriously, how'd you find out?"

"Juliette," Maverick said, patting her on the back when he entered the room. "You're here early."

"Couldn't sleep. I was just explaining to Cyclone and Warlock what I knew about the mission. They don't believe how I found out."

"Your dad butt dial you again?"

Juliette gave a triumphant 'I told you so' smile to the two admirals. Cyclone sighed in exasperation. "I'm going to go call your dad, make sure he remembers to check his phone before briefings. Warlock, have her sign the NDA." 

The Vice Admiral left, and his comrade handed Juliette a packet. She scanned through all the lines, confirming she understood what she was signing off on. Of course, Juliette already knew what half of it said, but on more than one occasion, they'd added a new rule or line in the NDA because of a loophole she'd found and exploited for her benefit in past years.

Once she signed the document, Warlock left as well, leaving Juliette alone with Maverick. She took a seat at the desk and opened her computer. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes until finally, Maverick asked gently, "I know that look, Jules. What's wrong?"

She sighed, bracing her head against her hand. "It's Bradley. We were doing okay after he had dinner with us yesterday, but when we got to my house, we dredged up the past; I learned he still has feelings for me, he knows I still have them for him, but it's complicated. I learned some things that upset me, I yelled at him for it, and against his wishes, I made him leave."

"You going to be okay today? If you don't want to be here, I'm not going to force you."

"Yeah, I'll be fine. You asked me to be here, and you're more important than my problems with Bradley. I can separate personal from professional. What's the agenda for today?" Juliette inquired, swiftly switching topics. Maverick, recognizing her unwillingness to talk about her troubles, answered promptly. The pilots would be flying through a canyon via simulation on their radar. Maverick offered to let Juliette ride with one of them, but she declined. As much as Jules wanted to, she needed to focus on her proposal and get things finalized on it. 

An hour later, one by one, the pilots trickled in. Juliette, holding her word about keeping her personal issues separate from her professional life, greeted each aviator that walked through the door with a pleasant smile, including Rooster. He returned it with a half-hearted one, and unless she was mistaken, Juliette could see prominent bags from lack of sleep under his eyes. Inexplicable guilt coursed through her. He had intense training to endure, and here she was, giving him unneeded shit because she couldn't move on from the past. 

"Good morning, sweetheart," Hangman greeted when he swaggered through the doorway. "What are you doing here?"

"Maverick invited me again, although, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure why," Juliette replied, glancing over at her uncle. 

He eyed Hangman warily, evidently not appreciating the fact the pilot was hitting on his niece so blantantly. Maverick said, "Because if anyone knows what our planes are capable of, it's you."

"Lockheed doesn't make the F-18s, though," Hangman countered.

"No, but she's been studying and memorizing the engineering and aerodynamics of these planes since she could read," Bradley jumped in from across the room, pride unmistakable in his dark brown eyes. "If anyone can tell us what our planes are and aren't capable of, it's Jules."

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Juliette said, nodding in appreciation at Rooster.

Hangman looked her up and down. "Princess, I knew you were intelligent, but I didn't know you were a genius."

Juliette shrugged. "It's not something I advertise. Gives me an element of surprise."

"I can't wait to discover more of your mysteries." Winking at her, Hangman sat in his seat up front. She couldn't help the upward tug on her lips at his cockiness. The man did not know when to give up, and it was somewhat admirable. However, she directed her attention to Maverick when he began briefing everyone on the mission. Juliette stood to get a better view of the screen. Despite understanding the parameters of the mission beforehand, witnessing the sheer difficulty of precisely what these pilots had to accomplish set her on edge, and the only thought that popped into her head was: Someone's not coming back from this. 

"These SAMs... they're lethal," Maverick admitted, staring at the screen with a haunted expression that only Juliette could see. She'd been young, but she remembered Maverick lost a wingman to one of these SAMs. Judging by the screen, Juliette figured the canyon itself was shallow, and she suspected the only reason this enemy didn't have any anti-air defenses in the canyon itself was that the idea was absurd and dangerous. A pilot was more likely to be killed on their way in than to succeed in arriving at the destination. "But they were designed to protect the skies above, not the canyon below."

"That's because the enemy knows no one's insane enough to try and fly below them," Rooster stated, eerily echoing Juliette's thoughts.

"That's exactly what I'm going to train you to do," Maverick declared, holding Bradley's gaze. The lieutenant looked away, irked. "On the day, your altitude will be one hundred feet maximum. You exceed this altitude, radar will spot you, and you're dead. Your airspeed will be six-hundred-and-sixty knots minimum. Time to target: two and a half minutes. That's because fifth-generation fighters wait at an airbase nearby. In a head-to-head with these planes in your F-18s, you're dead. That's why you need to get in, hit your target, and be gone before these planes even have a chance of catching you. This makes time your greatest adversary."

Juliette shifted on her feet, and something more than just the magnitude of this mission dawned on her. Maverick had experience with every single thing this mission required, and he was the best, if not the only person, who could not only teach the necessary skills to the young aviators but who could also teach them how to survive it. Her dad had to have known this, and she had no doubt in her mind it's why Ice had chosen Mav to teach it.

"You'll fly a route in your nav system that simulates the canyon," Maverick informed, continuing on while Juliette started to spiral about who he was going to send and if any of the pilots who went would make it back. "The faster you navigate this canyon, the harder it will be to stay under the radar of these enemy SAMs. The tighter the turns, the more intensely the force of gravity on your body multiplies, compressing your lungs, forcing the blood from your brain, impairing your judgment and reaction time."

"So for today's lesson, we're going to take it easy on you," Maverick said simply, and Juliette heard the slightest edge of humor in his voice. She pursed her lips to stop herself from smiling. "Max ceiling: three hundred feet. Time to target: three minutes. Good luck."

Maverick proceeded to assign teams, and Juliette watched the pilots stride off, their struts less confident than usual. Well, except for Hangman. Once they were out of earshot, Juliette asked hesitantly, "Can they pull this off?"

"We're going to find out," Maverick said unconvincingly. 

"Mav, they're not you. Rooster has the skill and leadership, but he doesn't have the instinct yet. He overthinks it. Hangman has the skill and confidence, but he's not a team player. Phoenix, Coyote, and Payback are somewhere in the middle between Rooster and Hangman. The others are good, but they don't compare. Not really."

"And you wondered why I invited you here." Maverick stood in front of Juliette, his green eyes boring into hers. "You're my wingman for this. You and your father will tell me how it is, even when I don't want to hear it. You will help me make the decision I need to if it comes to it."

Juliette's chest tightened. "If you send him-"

"I might lose him," Maverick said hoarsely, and Juliette swore she could see the ghosts of his past in her uncle's eyes.

"And if you don't send him, you'll lose him entirely." Juliette let out a humorless chuckle. "How history repeats itself."

"Let's hope it doesn't have the same repercussions." Maverick squeezed her shoulder. "You ready?"

"Always." The two of them faced the screen. Coyote and Phoenix were up first. The pilots who weren't flying joined Maverick and Juliette in the training room. One by one, each pair attempted to successfully navigate the course. One by one, each team failed. Phoenix got 'shot down' by a SAM when Coyote unexpectedly slowed down. Hangman made it to the target, something he proudly pointed out; however, Payback 'crashed' into the side of the canyon, and Hangman failed because of it. Rooster, leading Harvard, was the only one who successfully reached the canyon's end, but he was a minute behind target. Rooster was dead too, and Maverick called him out on it.

"Why are you dead?" Maverick demanded for what sounded like the hundredth time that day. Juliette understood why he phrased the question in such a way, but she could tell the others didn't. They couldn't understand the fear Maverick held of losing any more wingmen. "You're team leader up there. Why are you, why is your team, dead?"

"Sir," Phoenix finally said, her tone thinly veiling her frayed nerves, "he's the only one who made it to the target."

"A minute late," Maverick replied dejectedly. "He gave enemy aircraft time to shoot him down. He is dead."

"You don't know that," Rooster argued calmly.

Hangman rolled his eyes. "You're not flying fast enough. You don't have a second to waste."

Bradley locked gazes with Maverick, a fire in his eyes. "We made it to the target."

Maverick wasn't having any of it. "And superior enemy aircraft intercepted you on your way out."

"Then it's a dogfight."

"Against fifth-generation fighters."

"Yeah. We still have a chance," Rooster said firmly. Juliette clenched her jaw. She wanted to jump in the conversation to back up Maverick but felt her opinion would only exacerbate the situation. She recognized Rooster's rising temper. After all, Juliette had been on the receiving end of it before. She knew the signs.

"In an F-18?!" 

"It's not the plane, sir," Rooster countered sharply, "it's the pilot."

"Exactly!" Maverick snapped. Juliette closed her eyes at the insinuation. The pilots would see his outburst as frustration and annoyance at Rooster's challenging words, but Juliette knew better. Maverick was reacting out of fear, not anger. Of course, Bradley wouldn't view it as that. No. He'd see it as his godfather not believing in him, still, after all this time, and it would only aggravate the young aviator further.

"There's more than one way to fly this mission," Rooster said coldly, and, unless she was mistaken, Juliette swore she heard his voice crack ever-so-slightly. She wanted to comfort him but now was hardly the time.

Hangman rolled his head to glance over at Bradley. "You really don't get it. On this mission, a man flies like Maverick here, or a man does not come back," he said, looking at Phoenix. "No offense intended."

"And somehow, you always manage," Bob replied. He caught Juliette's gaze shortly after, and she cracked a small smile at him, a silent 'good for you.'

Naturally, Hangman acted unfazed. "Look, I don't mean to criticize, but you're conservative. That's all."

Maverick shook his head ever so slightly. "Lieutenant-"

"We're going into combat, son," Hangman continued, ignoring his captain's warning, "on a level no living pilot's ever seen before. Not even him."

Jake looked at Maverick when he said the last line, which made Juliette's blood boil. Her uncle was their best chance at surviving this, and while Hangman seemed to comprehend that, he still needed to be put in his place. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind of how exactly to do that quite yet.

"It's no time to be thinking about the past," Hangman remarked, turning his attention back to Rooster. The comment made Juliette bristle, and she pushed herself off the desk, casually coming to stand beside Maverick. The air had electrified, but not for the better, and she sensed a fight coming on.

Bradley glowered at the cocky aviator. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Rooster-" Maverick tried to intervene, but neither pilot paid any attention to him as Hangman said, "I can't be the only one who knows that Maverick flew with his old man-"

"Lieutenant, that's enough," Maverick ordered sharply.

"-Or that Maverick was flying when his old man-"

Hangman never finished his sentence. In the blink of an eye, Rooster leaped out of his seat, fist flying towards Jake's face. Had Maverick and Juliette not stepped between the two men, and had the other aviators not pulled the two men apart, the scene might've unfolded much differently. Maverick held the two men at bay with outstretched arms. Juliette kept a firm grasp on Bradley's arm and shoulder. She could feel his tense, rippling muscles underneath his flight suit, straining to break free of all the people holding onto him so he could punch Hangman in the face. Juliette never realized how strong Bradley was until he had six people struggling to hold him back.

"Bradley, he's not worth it," Juliette said quietly, praying he'd listen to her through his fury. It hadn't worked the last time he'd been this outraged, but she'd be damned if she didn't try.

"He's not cut out for this mission," Hangman said calmly, his ever-present smirk on his face. "You know I'm right."

"Neither are you," Juliette snarled, more viciousness coming out than she intended. For a brief moment, Hangman's confidence wavered, but he simply shrugged and strode off. She looked up at Bradley, who stared after Jake, murder in his eyes and nostrils flaring. No matter what happened between them, Juliette hated seeing Rooster so worked up. His dad's death was the one topic that never failed to get to him, and Hangman's insinuation that Maverick had something to do with it worsened the situation. 

"You got him?" Juliette asked Phoenix, trusting the female pilot to give an honest answer. She nodded, and an understanding passed between the two girls. Juliette hesitantly released Bradley, but he didn't attempt to move. She turned on her heel and exited the room, ignoring Maverick calling out after her. Jules could see Hangman casually striding through the hallway to the changing room, and she called out sharply, "Lieutenant!"

He turned around. "Hey, sweetheart. Coming to check on me."

"Hardly. What the hell was that about?"

"You mean ruffling ole Rooster's feathers?"

"What did I tell you about antagonizing him? Using me is one thing, but his dad and Maverick? That's a low blow, even for you, Seresin."

"You saw the way he flies. He's not ready for this mission," Hangman said, slightly defensive.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe he's not, but he sure has a better fucking chance than you. You keep flying the way you do, and you'll put yourself at the bottom of Maverick's list."

"And how's that? Fast? Confident?"

"Selfishly," she countered. "All you're doing is proving to Maverick that you're the last person he should choose. You're not a team player, and you're not a leader. You're just someone who's going to get his squadron killed. All those medals and commendations mean nothing when it comes down to what the mission requires. You might be the best of the best, Seresin, but you're not the best for this. So shape up or accept that you won't be going on this mission."

Juliette whirled on him, but she'd only taken a few steps before she added, "You cause problems with Rooster one more time, I can and will have you kicked off this team. I will not have you as an added threat on this mission."

That wasn't actually true, but Hangman didn't know that. Juliette was, after all, the Admiral's daughter, the 'Princess' on base. She wasn't one to throw that title around. In fact, Juliette tried to avoid people finding out, but she would use it to her advantage when required. Right now, an arrogant aviator needed to be put in his place, and judging by the flicker of fear in his eyes, Juliette knew she'd finally gotten through that thick head of his.

She returned to the classroom. Only Maverick remained. The rest of the pilots had dispersed to who knows where. She placed a hand on her uncle's shoulder and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah..." he mumbled, staring at the screen of the canyon in front of him. "Where'd you go?"

"To knock Hangman down a peg or two. What he did was wrong, and I wasn't going to let it fly. It's one thing to get under Rooster's skin about me, but it's another to bring you and Goose into the matter." Juliette braced herself against the desk next to her uncle, staring at the screen. "I know you're scared to lose him, but with what you said to him earlier-"

"I know. Believe me, I heard his voice."

"He still loves you. You know that, right?"

Maverick shook his head. "I'm not entirely sure that's true."

"He does. If he didn't, he wouldn't have lost it the way he did the moment Hangman insinuated you had something to do with his dad's death. Give it time."

Maverick nodded, straightening and crossing his arms. He kept his eyes on the screen, the replays of today's simulations still running. The two of them watched Rooster and Harvard navigate the canyon and make it to the target destination, the only pilots to do so. Maverick sighed. "Do you think he's ready?"

"Almost," Juliette admitted reluctantly. The last thing she wanted to do was have Bradley go on this mission, but she also knew if he could think a little less, trust his instinct more. "We've already seen he has what it takes to pull off the insanity this mission requires. Bradley was the only one next to Hangman who came close to shooting you down. He would've had he not overthought the situation. You just need to get him to trust his gut, not to overthink."

"We," Maverick corrected, looking at her. "We need to teach him. Right now, he's more likely to listen to you than he is to me."

"I'll see what I can do, but after last night, I'm not so sure he wants to be around me either." Juliette ran a hand through her hair, cringing inwardly at the memories. "Listen, I need to get home and get ready for a bachelorette party. Do you need anything before I go?"

"No, go enjoy your night."

"All right, don't think too much about things," Juliette told him, pulling him into a hug. "We both know how bad that is for you."

Maverick chuckled. "Love you, too, Jules. I'll see you tomorrow."

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[bluest-planet]

P3R Thoughts below ✌️

Saw they're making p3r, at the end of the day idc not gonna buy it it doesn't affect me and I already have p3p and FES on the ps2 so like. I'm good this isn't for me obvi but like.

I was not a part of the group who wanted a remake, probably the minority then? Regardless, this remake wouldn't be 'necessary' if they had just done a good job whan they originally ported it to pc. Also, p3 is not that old of a game, comparatively to some of the older entries in the series like p1, and both of the p2 games, one of which we never got in the west. So it's not like it really needed this.

Also; maybe I just like old graphics but I personally am not a fan of the new UI graphic design and change in artstyle. While I understand the artstyle had to change because the original art probably couldn't be upscaled for a new aspect ratio and changed for a better format, it's still sad to see it go. Especially because although Kazuna Kaneko and the other og artists left long before his game, the og p3's style is just as anime as the current, however it was of its time and held that unique style because of that.

It's less saturated, with more shading and less detail. The characters feel flawless, instead of imperfect, they're too clean. The shadows (ironically) were very dynamic in cutscenes in the the way dark and light were used with flatter colors. It's rough around the edges, fitting it's atmosphere. The overworld, while colorful in some moments, largely gave me the feeling of an overcast day. Or like it had less ostentatious and bold obnoxious colors in comparison to the dark hour, Shadows, and Tartarus. It had that nice contrast between natural and supernatural.

Then, with the UI.... Honestly my biggest gripe is with that horrendous dark blue UI text boxes. What happened to that neutral grey? For a game as long as persona 3 is, I would not want to be staring at this highly saturated bight ass blue for hours. It's ugly in my opinion. Gone are the original clock in the corner with green and blues. The blues feel off now. Grey was actually a bigger part of the og color scheme along with hints of yellow. It was sleek and cool. Definitely of the Y2K era; it reminds me of when I first saw SMT 5's frankly messy and also ugly UI. It looks less cohesive.

P3 what started this trend of using a single main color and stylized UI in persona games, so it seems disrespectful to get rid of that original set up when it's the whole reason P5's UI is as praised as it is.

Then you have the camera work, which doesn't seem fixed anymore because they don't have limitations anymore because of hardware, but those original limitations are what pushed the og artists to make intentional and stylistic camera angles that drives the atmosphere of the game. To see it follow you throughout the Mall is just... Weird. But maybe that's just because I'm so used to those fixed angles.

I've been hearing rumors that they took out the neat revolver menu from the battle system which would be really sad to see go cause that's like, so iconic to 3. But I highly doubt that?

But Ig this ends as; games don't need to always be remade bc sometimes they're just, of their time, and remaking them looses the original charm. Again, a good port with some minor quality of life improvement would've been enough imo. It seems to me like Atlus is still feeling the affects of P5's success high, and trying to chase what made it so big in the first place while also not putting in any effort to put in the years of work that went into it. So like. They're pulling a Disney Live action but with persona and smt...

Pretty telling since they're obsessed with dlc and bad ports rn.

[fakefrench10]

I am traveling

Very warm, sunny city. I see a lot of brown and orange and yellow. The sun is bright but not burning. I almost know this place. Giant buildings with incredible details. On my right there was one. I didn’t pay too much attention, because it was similar to other buildings, just way bigger. Now I remember it was not just bigger. The ceiling was like twenty meters. Stairs ended where you couldn’t see. The reception desk was normal size. Maybe it was a museum or university. Everything brown marble with gold and orange and red and green. Sure I saw that stone so many times. In a church? in a castle? museum? London? Berlin? Portugal?

And sure I knew that place. It had weird rotating doors, which is impractical for such a place with the same ideal temperature all year long. I had all the time in the world. Also weird because there was a concierge that would open the door for you. The rotating? I knew the place though. Headed straight to the toilet. I think it had the same layout as my university. My university, I saw it too many times before. On occasions like this. In all kinds of lightings and colors and shapes. Got even lost a few times.

Thought to go to the toilet just in case. I had still a lot to walk. Tourist with a plan. There were no cabins. Just rows of stalls. A lot of blue and white and silver. Light coming in from the windows. Sun. That was the only source of light. Very bright. The whole wall was windows. Old fashioned ones. White frames dividing a window in six parts. Everything was many hundred years old but looked fresh. Started walking on my right. Isles of stalls. One woman was too loud alone in one isle. No doors. I skipped. One was dirty. Further there was a whole family occupying an isle. Didn’t understand the language. Seems they were deciding something while also helping their kids with the toilet. I walked back and to the left from the door. That was the shower area. Actual cabins. Still no doors. Metal sink like vessels, where one would sit in and on a metal sit and shower. Around the sit there were little metal compartments for soap and things. All in positions where one could easily find. It was a big row of cabins like that. All occupied by women looking pretty much alike. My mom’s age. A bit overweight. White, with brown-ginger hair. There was a steam, but all accumulated somehow close to the ceiling. And none on the windows.

I thought, well, I didn’t have to go that badly anyway and just left the bathroom. The steamy bathroom was as nicely warm as the all-stone-everything foyer. On the way out I saw the concierge. He was dressed in a black suit with red outlines in a rope-like knitted fabric. Golden buttons, many of them, going all the way to the neck, to the standing collar. You could still see the white shirt and the tie underneath. Black boots to the knee. A black hat with a shiny leather around it. A Chauffeur hat. An older men. Very fit and neat. The man for the job. But not living for it. He had two days beard on. With my look I let him know I will open the door myself. He nodded and smiled with approval. We nodded and smiled like old friends.

Outside I was busy singing a melody. Of a symphony that just came to me. Was composing it on the go. It was most probably the first movement, the Sonata. It was upbeat. Setting the mood of the piece. I had a feeling I started singing not from the start but from my favorite part. I thought it would have been nice to be a musician and write it down later. It was too beautiful and too late for that.

I got rid of the thought of writing it down, to focus, to not miss any of the moments. The future was not worth it. Every other times, I thought it’d be better to write it down. Every other time turned into a work. A text. A memory. Every other time there was someone in my essence. Someone I was beyond comfortable to have. Every other time there was something in my bloodstream. Something I trusted. This time it was absolutely pure. Out of nowhere.

Outside, suddenly it was green and grey, hilly. I was singing the melody, playing air-piano. And air-organ. And air violin. All at the same time. Walking very fast. Dancing. Actually sliding on my toes to the tact, like a ballerina. Up and up. Hill after hill. Not getting tired. New tons, fresher and more sophisticated just composing themselves on the go.

The houses up the hills looked rich and tasteful. All a bit alike but you wouldn’t mix them up. I don’t remember too clearly how I met this girl. In front of one of the houses. I knew her. I was obsessed. But not out of my mind obsessed. It was a decision to be obsessed. She must have been who I meant when I said ‘’it’s not out of the question’’ the other day, when Ulysses asked me if it was out of question. She had a pretty face. Very clean skin, little nose, smiling eyes. Very large forehead. hair to the ears. Like mine. I thought that house is not her style. Too fancy and too quiet. It couldn’t be hers.It wasn’t.

Don’t remember how we ended up at her place. In city center, where there are no hills. Students area I thought. It was a tiny place. with a bed on the floor. A lot of wood. The floor. The ceiling. Very little furniture. many pieces of bedsheets and covers. All randomly on the floor and the bed. Red and green and yellow and brown. Maybe we had closed the window blinds. It felt comfortable like that. Didn’t even try to imagine what the sunlight would do to the view.

I had one pizza and she had her’s. Looked at the box of mine. Noted the name of the restaurant under the under-10 row on a colorful paper she had. Her’s was more expensive. I felt bad a bit. But really I didn’t care. I was sure. Decided to be sure.We ate each one piece. I thought it was enough to get food out of my head. I started kissing her.

She said ‘wait’. Did some gesture, and now I could only see the front of her face without the eyes, ears or mouth or nose. The rest of the face seemed floating in the air like an animation. Like a ghost. Still had the sensation of having her hair in my fingers a second ago. I continued. She was very thin. Thinner than me. I continued. I thought she liked it. I couldn’t tell. Put aside my ego. I was given the power and had to use it. Show it. Play it. At least in words and moves. At one moment I wished I could see her eyes. Just to see how she looks when I kiss her. Get some reassurance. But then it was the first time and would make me shy a bit. I said ‘I am so ready for you’. That was not the answer to whatever she asked. In fact that was what she should have said to me. I was not able to support my decisions anymore. I kept ignoring those red flags or blue or any.

The next thing I know I am at my parents’, sleeping in front of a christmas tree. Half sleeping. I see how two very big candles fall on the floor and magically get back to their place. The decorations too. It seems someone is animating them. Line turning back the time. But every time the broken decorations and half curved candles on the floor head back to their places in a completely different more creative way. I go back to sleep and think it was a dream. Then it happens again. It’s definitely not a dream. The candles are just playing. I force myself to get up. News on my parents’ tv. Huge flood somewhere in Australia. It’s been raining heavily for days. Cars stuck in water. The reporter is on a roof of one. I saw the girl on a roof of another one. Talking about climate change and helping people. That’s what she does she tells. Goes to places of disasters and helps around. She was all over the news.

My mom comes in with my phone. You know how you can hide your notifications on iphone? I don’t do it. So anyone can see my messages on the lock screen. My mom says ‘I thought you would need this’ and hands me over my phone. She knows I have been waiting for that message. With all the rescuing and television and terrible rain and floods, she wrote ‘Sorry I didn’t answer earlier. A lot is going on’

Not every dream is colorful.

[trumanlilac]

/ / 5 - c h o c o l a t e / /

The headache of last night's good time rolling over was inevitable. Ellie sat up, looking at her phone, and the time. It was seven o'clock, meaning she'd slept the entire day through. She opened her texts.

Holly (29).

Matty (2).

Her heart skipped several beats in her chest, she quickly opened the chat to read.

"Hey, how did it go?" ten o'clock in the morning.

"Are you busy?" twenty minutes ago.

She responded, "I just woke up...lol. It went fine, only person who caught me was Alex. No I'm not busy, why what's up?" Then tossed her phone aside, with a smile so true it became hard to rid. She got up to look in the mirror, the bags under her eyes were terrible, and her with the way her hair looked you'd swear she had survived a twister of some sort.

Her phone's vibration buzzed against the bed sheets. She quickly made her way back to the bed and grabbed it.

"Me and the guys are just rolling around, was wondering if you wanted to come?"

Ellie hesitated, her parents rarely let her out when it was touching dark, since the last time she'd gotten caught stealing when they did. She didn't understand why they wouldn't let it go, she was thirteen years old and it was a pair of earrings for crying out loud. If they'd just given her money, she wouldn't have had to steal in the first place...and she was following that Stacey chick around. She was known for shop lifting all around their private school at the time.

She didn't want to tell him she had to go ask her parents, she didn't want to seem like such a kid. She fixed her hair a bit and headed downstairs to see her parents at the couch playing chess. They were so boring, she never wanted to be in a relationship like her parents' when she got older. Playing chess on their off days and doing work in the offices all the time. It was sickening, they had no lives.

Jean Moore, was a rather tall and lanky woman with dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. She had a large smile, and always wore the color pink. James Moore, was a tall and lanky man, with dark brown hair and green eyes...who both Alex and Ellie had gotten their own from.

"Mum?"

Mrs. Moore turned around, "oh look James she's finally risen." She laughed.

Mr. Moore smirked, finishing off his move and looking up to see Ellie.

Ellie refrained from rolling her eyes, she faked a smile and sat down at the opposite couch. "Mum, uh, can I go out?"

"With who?" She asked, "Holly's not home we talked to her parents and they told us you two went out with Alex last night?"

"What?" Ellie sighed, why would Holly tell her parents?

"You heard me." Mrs. Moore raised an eyebrow, examining the board before her.

"Can I just go? I'm going with some friends from school."

Both her parents looked at one another, "Ellie, it'll be night soon. Your grades aren't necessarily the best, maybe you should consider opening a book instead." Mr. Moore said.

She sighed heavily and stood up, "fine." She headed back upstairs and slammed her door.

She went to the closet and pulled out something to wear, a halter with ripped jeans and her cardigan sweater. "Guess I'll just have to sneak out." She mumbled. She was tired of her parents always securing her and trying to tell her what to do.

In no time she'd be done with school and not need them at all. She wanted more freedom, and to be treated more like an adult than a child. Being the youngest in the household, that absolutely never happened...

"Definitely. Park down the street and I'll be there in five."

She took a deep breath as the message sent.

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The sky hued of yellows and oranges as the sun was just beginning to set, allowing the moon and stars to take over and cast the darkness of night over the city. Ross' car sat parked down the street, as Matty, George and Adam waited for Ellie who they could now see from the rear view mirror jogging up to them, noticing Ross in the driver's seat of Matty's van.

Ross unlocked the doors right away, as she pulled open the ones leading to the backseats. Matty scooted over to the middle, letting her in.

"What took you so long?!" He asked. They all laughed, watching her as she breathlessly shut the door and put on her seat belt.

"My parents wouldn't leave me alone! I had to act like I was going to Holly's house so they could let me be free." She laughed too, sitting back in her seat.

Ross started the car and headed off into the city, in search of a decent place to park for them to smoke.

"You need to just be like mum, dad, fuck you." George leaned over to face her, she laughed and rolled her eyes.

"They're my parents for crying out loud." She shook her head and looked out of the window, a bit paranoid.

"How about we go to that one place, from last time?" Adam asked.

"Oh yeah that's right, the hill, no one was there." Matty added.

Ellie looked at them, "oh...you guys are doing that again?" She asked.

Matty looked at her with a smirk upon his face, "that, as in smoking? Yeah."

"It's just weed." George laughed.

Ellie rolled her eyes, "its just weed," she mocked, "you're gonna get addicted, watch. Like those people they show you in school on the drug education videos."

The car filled with endless laughter, even Ellie couldn't help but laugh at the thought.

Matty rolled his eyes, shaking his head, "you're such a kid."

"I'm not." She crossed her arms, still laughing.

"You don't get addicted to weed," Matty said.

"You're never gonna quit it if you don't stop smoking it," she said, "pretty much like addiction."

The car built up speed as they finally approached the hill, which overlooked the city and provided a clear view to the sunset.

"I can already kind of smell it...who has it?" She asked, looking around at each one of them.

"George." Adam turned around from the passenger's seat.

Ross parked the car and took his seat belt off. Ellie too took her's off, as well as her cardigan sweater. Matty looked over at her, unable to help but notice how attractive her body was in the black halter top she wore underneath it.

Her arms were the perfect tan, he watched her brunette hair sweep over her shoulders as she pushed it all to one side. She noticed and smiled at him, raising an eyebrow. He quickly tore his eyes away, she was too young...he didn't understand how he could look at her in the first place. She looked out of the window, he could tell she too felt awkward about it.

"Alright," George took his seat belt off and pulled out multiple dime bags from under his coat. Ellie leaned over a bit to watch him.

"Wait who has the papers?" Matty asked, he knew, he just desperately needed to escape the moment with words.

"I do." Ross said.

"Alright." He nodded.

Ellie propped her legs up and waited, looking out at the sunset ahead. She wanted to speak, but she didn't. She just enjoyed for a moment, the beauty of it all. She was sure they noticed it too, but maybe it wasn't as important to them as it was to her...being that they were guys and all...older ones at that.

George broke down the weed and took the papers from Ross, preparing what looked like was soon to be a particularly fat joint. He grabbed the lighter and lit it as he held it up to his lips. Ellie watched him, he made it look so easy. He inhaled the smoke, held it in momentarily, and exhaled...the smoke flowing smoothly from his mouth.

He passed it to Matty, who did the same. She watched him too, until he almost looked done and she returned her eyes to the sunset, feeling strange.

He handed it over to her slightly, she looked at it and then up at him.

He let the smoke out of his mouth to speak, "you don't have to if you don't want, just an offer." He said.

She wanted to. If it was as easy as it looked when they did it, and they weren't ready to take a leap off of the hill, it couldn't hurt...could it?

She took the joint and held it up to her lips the way she watched the guys do it, inhaled the smoke, a bit too hard because it led to her choking like crazy. She quickly passed it up to Ross and struggled to stop herself from coughing.

"That was a good one!" George laughed.

Ellie smiled as she finally caught her breath, "does anyone have water?" She asked...but inside begged.

"No..." Adam turned around, feeling sorry.

The joint went around multiple times, and sooner or later George rolled up another. Ellie's tolerance was so low she soon would let them skip her in the passes. It didn't feel like she thought it would, all chilled out and everything like she often saw her brother when he did it...instead everything was just hilarious. She almost couldn't breathe from laughter, and then would forget what she was laughing at in the first place.

"Oh shit..." Ross turned around.

So did the rest of them.

"What?" Ellie asked.

"There's cops down there." He said.

Ellie's eyes widened, she sunk down in her seat, paranoid.

"Well I think we better go," she said, panicking, "serious...you better go." She looked out of the side windows to see if they suspected them for anything. Her parents and her brother especially would kill her if she'd have to make a call from jail tonight.

"The car smells like weed if we drive past them and they do stop us that'll give us away." Adam said.

"Think about what to say if they do come over here." George said.

"Just play it cool." Matty said.

To their relief the cops continued on their way, passing up the vehicle. Ellie sighed, "fucking hell," she looked at them.

"Open the windows and air this bitch out." Matty said, he was almost certain the cops would come to question them on why they were parked where they were, but they hadn't.

Ross rolled the windows down, George took the baggies from his coat and placed them in the glove department.

"I'm gonna go get some air." Ellie said, opening the door and getting out. She looked around, scoping the view. They all followed, as it was better than sitting around and being stuffed in the car.

She looked over to see Matty, though with his large black hoodie draping over his face, she couldn't really see any of him. She walked over to him hesitantly, looking back at Ross, Adam and George.

"Matty, they're not gonna tell Alex that I was here, right?" She asked, still paranoid as her eyes wandered in every direction and she could soon hear her own heartbeat as the high took over.

He shook his head, "I told them not to."

"Why'd you invite me today?" She asked.

"Here you are, asking questions again." He smirked, looking over at her.

"I'm just wondering." She couldn't help but laugh, everything was funnier because she was so high.

He shrugged and waited a moment, "I was bored."

Her heart sank in her chest, that's it? Because he was bored?

"I came, because I wanted to hang out with you." She said slowly.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, she stepped in closer to him.

"Well I wanted to hang out with you too of course, I just meant that sometimes I get tired of being with just guys so much and you're the only girl I can hang out with that I don't feel obligated to impress.

Ellie laughed slightly.

"I mean, you don't feel like you have to impress me, do you?"

She shook her head slightly, lies, a head shake full of lies she hoped he wouldn't see straight through.

"Exactly." He too hoped there wasn't a lie she couldn't see through.

"You guys ready to go?" Adam asked from the car, getting in.

They both turned around and made their way, getting in the car.

"Alright, I guess we can drop you off first, Ross, we're closest to your place." Matty said, taking the wheel. Ross sat in the passenger's side, Ellie, George and Adam in the back. The skies had already gone dark, and the time had flown even faster than it had last night.

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On the way home Matty andEllie had both agreed it was a good idea to stop and at least get some food as their high's hunger took over and the car's only sound brimmed with the growling of their stomachs. They sat parked in the lot, finishing up their drinks. Ellie propped her feet up, looking ahead at Matty from the back seats.

He turned around, laughing, "you know, you can sit in the front now." He suggested, taking the remains of their uneaten food and opening the door to throw it away.

She smiled, "I'm comfortable here." She mumbled, "you can sit in the back now." She suggested sarcastically.

He laughed and got out, shutting the door behind him and coming to the back seats. Ellie sat up, "I didn't really mean it." She laughed.

He shrugged, running his hands through his hair and looking at her as she took off her shoes.

"This is gonna sound so funny but I had the biggest crush on you when you used to come over." She said, looking out of the window.

With eyes fixed on her, he chuckled, "I know."

She turned around and looked at him at last, resisting the shyness that never seemed to leave her alone around him, "really?"

He nodded, "you and Holly always giggled when I walked through the door." He shrugged, rolling his eyes.

"Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed." She laughed, "so, since I'm already embarrassed I have a new question for you." She smirked.

He sighed and sat back, getting comfortable, "there's only minutes before I drop you off, go."

"If all guys want from girls is sex-"

"Oh Gosh." He laughed, seeing where she was going with her question.

"What?!" She laughed too.

"Again, I don't want sex from you, alright." He shook his head.

"That's not what I was going to ask." She sat up, a smile forming across her face.

"All we seem to do is talk about sex...so I thought...I dunno" He laughed, "continue."

He was right, Ellie stopped herself, "never mind." She chuckled, feeling embarrassed.

He sat up and leaned in close to her, stopping at her lips as they brushed against them softly. Everything in him asking what the fuck he was thinking. She looked at him nervously, leaning in. Their lips crashed into one another's.

[xxslurkuxx]

Tumblr got rid of the yellow for text color options. Give me back my piss tint.

[theharrowing]

Boy Blue 💙 29: The feeling is mutual

While going through a painful but necessary breakup, you meet someone who is patient, kind, and understanding; everything your last ex was not.

Or is he?

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💙 Taehyung x Female Reader, Yoongi x Female Reader

💙 word count: 2.4k+ images of text conversations

💙 college au, text message au, strangers to lovers, yandere, hurt/comfort, smut, fluff, angst, slow burn, slash, poly, major character injury & death, graphic violence, nsfw, 21+

💙 warnings: drunken flirting, drunken kissing, infidelity

💙 written parts beta read by @neoneunnajimin

💙 posted nov. 2021 | read on ao3

[...]

[meanwhile...]

When Friday rolls around, you're a nervous wreck. Although you don't think anything would be likely to transpire between you and Yoongi, you've definitely picked up on a hint of flirtation from him. Or maybe that is just how he is? A monotone, disinterested flirt? Your brain moves a million miles, trying to convince yourself both that there is and is not something going on and that you are and are not very interested in seeing where it may go. 

You decide on a black v-neck tee tucked into tight black pants and finish off with a pair of black boots. If the boys have their personal dress code, you don't want to be left out. You tie your hair back, put on some black eye makeup, and find some dangly gold earrings and a matching necklace. You choose gold, so it is not too obvious that you are dressing the part, knowing they will likely be in silver, and you opt to pack your glittery eyeshadows into your purse, just in case.

At 4:45 PM on the dot, there's a light knocking at your apartment door, and you take a deep breath before making your way to open it up, trying not to flounce over too excitedly. Gotta be cool, you think. When you open the door, Yoongi and Jimin are leaning in the doorway, head to toe in tight black clothing, with their signature silver earrings. Yoongi looks you up and down and smirks.

"Dressing like one of the boys today?" he asks.

You feign confusion, shrugging and muttering, "I always dress like this, Yoongi."

Yoongi chuckles. "Sure you do."

"I just have to grab the soju," you say, turning away from them with the door open, which Jimin takes as an invitation, following you into the kitchen.

"Your apartment is super cute!" he says, opening your cupboards just to hum at your choices of dishes and groceries. 

"Jiminah, get out of there," Yoongi grumbles, approaching you. "I can help you carry it? How many bottles do you wanna bring?"

You open the door wide enough to show an entire shelf of soju, to which Jimin shouts, "Jackpot!" 

"Honestly, I should get rid of as much as I can," you remark with a sigh.

"Got a grocery bag?" Jimin beams, and you open a cabinet under the sink where you have stored a handful of empty bags for such occasions. Gently, Jimin packs a grocery bag full of bottles, groaning cartoonishly to show off how heavy it is, making you and Yoongi laugh.

The drive to their apartment is short, and you are surprised by how close they live. It is located closer to downtown, where everything is a little more lively and expensive, and their place is pretty standard, nothing too fancy, with a living room looks hardly lived in. They must have really cleaned up.

"Bathroom is the first door on the right," Yoongi states, pointing to the hallway that branches off the living room. 

You look in that direction, acknowledging the information before kicking your boots off and walking toward the couch. The boys shove the bag of soju into the fridge unceremoniously, pulling two bottles out and heading to the couch with four cups. Before you can ask who the fourth cup is for, a tall, thin man with short platinum blonde hair comes sauntering in. He is dressed head to toe in the brightest colors you've ever seen; highlighter yellow pants and a shirt that is covered in Takashi Murakami’s iconic design of colorful flowers with big smiley faces in the middle. 

"This is our other roommate and bandmate, Hoseok," Jimin says with stars in his eyes. 

Hoseok waves, his eyes becoming crescents as he smiles, and you notice that his lips form a heart-shape as you wave back. 

"Nice to meet you!" Hoseok sing-songs, taking a seat next to you and helping himself to a bottle of alcohol.

"Nice to meet you too," you say, holding your cup to Hoseok with a smile, which he happily takes to fill.

Truth be told, you hardly work on your group projects. The presence of Hoseok derails everything in the most wonderful way as he tells story after gripping, emphatic story, often jumping to his feet and waving his arms in the air. Yoongi and Jimin watch him with wide, welcoming stares, despite knowing all of Hoseok's anecdotes already; you are the main audience tonight.

6:00 PM rolls around before you know it, and you're flushed from the alcohol and dizzy enough to lose your footing and giggle as you make your way to the bathroom for the third time. You watch yourself in the mirror, talking yourself down from feeling your heart race in your chest. For whom it races, you are not even sure anymore; all three of these men are so beautiful and captivating, and at times, it makes you nervous.

As soon as you're out of the bathroom, Yoongi stands with a grin. "Time to apply a shitload of glitter. You in?"

You nod excitedly and point to your bag. "I brought some shimmery makeup, too, if you want to use it!"

"Perfect!" Jimin exclaims, grabbing your purse from the couch and walking toward you, only to link his arm with yours and tug you toward the room at the end of the hallway.

When Jimin flicks on the light, you are greeted with mostly black furnishings and walls covered in band posters and event flyers. 

"I expected your room to be a little brighter somehow," you joke. 

"It is," Yoongi says from behind you. "This is my room."

With this information, you glance around once more, looking for hints of Yoongi in all the various posters, photographs and items strewn about. Jimin opens your purse and pulls out your small pile of eyeshadow jars, then unzips a large makeup bag from atop Yoongi's dresser, inspecting its contents. There is a large mirror on the wall above the dresser, in front of which the three of you stand. 

"Oh, this is the one," Yoongi says as he reaches around you, grabbing a pot of shimmery green makeup that you brought. You try not to notice his cologne, holding your breath as soon as the musky, woody scent fills your nostrils, but you wonder suddenly if it is the intoxication or him that makes you feel lightheaded.

Jimin gleefully paints your and Yoongi's faces and hair with various colors, cooing and humming the entire time. Bright green lightning bolts and deep blue stars line Yoongi's face, and with the addition of black eyeshadow, he is absolutely breathtaking. Jimin has given you large pink and yellow stars and has completed his look with bold zig-zags in swatches of just about every color. Hoseok joins the three of you, wearing a velvet cheetah print jumper that looks like it has time-traveled from the 70s, with dark eyeshadow and black lipstick to make him look like a proper rock star. 

Once you are satisfied with your looks, the four of you head down the street to the venue, which is a short three blocks from their place. It is a DIY space, packed with people who are just as decked out in glitter, and you watch as the boys are greeted by friends, hugging each of them before introducing you. There is absolutely no way you will remember everyone's name, but that hardly matters; everyone goes their separate way until it is just you and Yoongi at the bar.

"Probably shouldn't mix liquors, but they have this whiskey I really like, and it's dirt cheap." Yoongi smiles, showing his gums. 

You feel a flutter in your tummy that travels all the way to your throat, threatening to suffocate you. Earlier, Jimin crimped and teased Yoongi's dark hair and wrapped a shimmery pink choker around his neck, and each time you look at him, you feel at a complete loss for words. How can someone be so fucking pretty?

"I'll have what you're having," you remark, catching the way Yoongi nibbles on his bottom lip, smirking while flagging down the bartender.

The bands are lively and fun, and you have a blast dancing with Yoongi, who you are surprised to learn has some pretty good moves. At times he waves his arms around like they're noodles, and you almost die from laughter, unable to comprehend just how fucking cute he is, and sometimes he hops around like he's on an invisible pogo stick, and his shirt jumps with him, allowing you to sneak glances at his thin, pale tummy. The more you watch him in his element and having fun, the more you wonder if Yoongi might be the death of you. 

You have had three whiskeys, and you are finding it hard to move very far without stumbling, but you do your best, giggling every time you almost lose your footing, as usual. Your dancing has become something akin to swaying and wobbling in place, and Yoongi seems to be in a similar boat. Water would be good at a time like this, but before you can make the suggestion to Yoongi, a voice cuts you from your thoughts. 

"We're gonna slow it down for the last song, so grab onto that special someone," the frontwoman of the current band shouts into the mic. Suddenly you are hyper-aware of your proximity to Yoongi, though you both seem hesitant to make a move. 

The music starts, and it sounds like a classic 80s ballad, full of loud guitar licks and a lot of keyboard. With a heavy sigh, Jimin grabs onto Yoongi's arm and yanks it toward your hip, causing him to stumble into you. You wonder where Jimin had even come from. 

"Don't be a pussy, you guys!" Jimin shouts before taking Hoseok by the hands and twirling him into his arms.

Yoongi clears his throat, slowly grabbing onto your waist with both hands, and you sheepishly wrap your arms over his shoulders, pulling him closer than he seemed to anticipate as he flounders into your grasp. His musk floods your nostrils once more, and you absentmindedly dance your fingers along the shimmery choker, grazing lightly over the nape of his neck. With a shy smile, Yoongi pulls you a little closer, wrapping his arms around you until his head is right next to yours.

"I've had a lot of fun tonight," Yoongi mutters, and your lips tug into a smile.

"Me too," you say, your voice sounding much more breathy than you anticipated.

Yoongi's fingers begin to trace small circles on the small of your back, which gives you goosebumps. You close your eyes, trying to compose yourself as he rocks you from side to side. At this moment, nobody in the world exists but the two of you, and you wish you could stay here for the rest of the night.

Pulling away at the end of the dance feels surreal. Yoongi’s cheeks are flushed, and warmth certainly covers yours, and you are both clearly flustered, smiling nervously and finding it difficult to look into each other’s eyes. It is no longer a question that Yoongi feels the same way, although you think you have always known. 

It takes a while to hug all of their friends goodnight, and get everyone out the door and back into the cold, but before long, you are back at their place, deciding what to do. Jimin is wasted, and Hoseok is not too far behind him, so Yoongi takes Jimin’s keys, and you bid them farewell in front of their building.

"Sure you're good to drive?" you ask, half hoping he might say no and ask you to stay at their place tonight. Of course, you would probably end up sleeping on their couch, not wanting to break any of Taehyung's rules. But Yoongi smiles and insists, and so, off you go.

When you pull up to your place, Yoongi insists on walking you to your door, bragging about how much of a gentleman he is, so you take him up on his offer of chauvinism and lead the way. Once you unlock your door, you turn to thank him for the ride and bid him good night, but instead, Yoongi takes your hand, tugging you towards him and causing you to stumble. 

"I want to kiss you," Yoongi purrs, pulling your hand to his chest and gently grabbing the back of your head. 

You gasp, and your heart begins to pound as every inch of you suddenly feels searing hot. God, there is nothing in the world that you want more than to kiss Yoongi right now, but you say nothing, watching him with wide eyes and mouth hanging agape. Yoongi's tongue darts out, moistening his lips, which you watch intently as if it is your sole responsibility in life to study every intricate movement his mouth makes. 

"Please," he whispers, pulling you impossibly closer, until your bodies are flush in your doorway. 

You know you should not kiss Yoongi right now, but your body betrays you as you lift yourself onto your toes and press your mouth into his, grabbing him by the hip with your free hand. Yoongi groans softly, licking at your lips, and as you open your mouth, his tongue darts inside, flicking around your tongue in deep, salacious movements. A moan leaves your lips and Yoongi grips onto you tighter, pulling out of the kiss with a groan that sounds like a growl.

"I want you," he mutters, and you moan softly, once more as your legs become shaky while tides of arousal whirl around inside of you. Something about this kiss feels so perfect, unlike any kiss before, and you feel completely overcome with guilt.

As you pull away, Yoongi's lips chase yours, panting sticky-sweet breath against your face. His pupils are wide, and his mouth is kiss-pink, shimmering with a beautiful mixture of yours and his spit.

"I'm sorry, but...I can't," you mutter.

Yoongi frowns and presses his forehead against yours before leaving a soft, long kiss against your temple. 

"Taehyung?" he asks, and you nod your head. 

Yoongi sighs. "I thought you weren't a couple."

You squeeze his hand, pulling away from him, watching as his hands drop to his sides. "It's complicated.”

"I understand," Yoongi mutters, leaning in to kiss your forehead one last time. "If things ever become uncomplicated, I would like to be the first to know."

And with that, Yoongi turns and walks away, only looking over his shoulder to send you a sad smile before going down the stairs.

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[myelocin]

the kind that blooms | iwaizumi h.

Synopsis: Hajime thinks of how fragile the moment that love brings can be. 

Genre: fluff, domestic | WC: 1500+

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime

A/N: this is a commissioned piece from @hvnlydmn :D 

eyes in the sun - florist | jewel - adam melchor

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Iwaizumi Hajime counts the amount of times he thinks about the way he loves you in just one car ride to and from the farmer’s market on a Saturday and loses count within minute seventeen.

It’s nice, he thinks. The roads aren’t too busy, plus the nine AM sun that doesn’t burn on his skin feels good. You’re sat in the passenger seat, nursing a cup of something that eases you awake on weekends, and the way your head lolls to the side every time sleep tries to pull you back is a familiar sight to him.

He thinks to himself that he loves you, smiling in the silence, and drives.

Red lights, yellow, then green. Back to red, a turn here, and drive up the road there. His palm flat against the wheel, foot on the clutch, the other either on the brakes or the gas. Hajime likes the feel of routine. He lives not having to think through every movement, to the point of over analyzing the situation deep enough to cease being present in it.

Moments such as this.

Saturdays and you. Your blue, blue, sky blue eyes that completes the palette of the earth to his forest green and emerald irises. The light of the sun at nine in the morning, just soft enough to have him slumped in his seat with his hand in the wheel, thinking that sometimes control truly can flow as easy as this.

The light push of the brakes where the pressure is more than familiar to him, and just the slight turn he makes that feels next to second nature against his palm. By now, Hajime already slows down nearing the speed bumps before he even sees them ahead, only chuckling softly when you’d jostle awake and look around the streets only to sleep again for a couple minutes more.

And he’s in love with you, he thinks again.

You’re the face sketched next to the word love, the photo in his wallet, and the presence that centers him within the swirling mess that’s bound to come with the world. It’s the nine AMs on a routine like Saturday that suddenly has him praising his thanks to every God in the books—even though he never was one for religion in the first place.

At the last turn before the parking lot comes into view, the car jostles you awake. Then you blink at him, slow, just barely squinting at the light that streams in through the car window. Hajime hums his good morning before you even tell him you’re awake, and with one hand, reaches over the center console to squeeze your thigh hello.

You grin. His palm is just the right kind of warm that you’ve always liked, and the volume of his voice when he hums his words instead of sounding them out just enough to remind you how routine feels like this. It’s the sentimentality of the mundane that becomes redefined. Saturdays and nine AMs, painted in the shades of the fruit stalls you pass by hand in hand at the farmer’s market. The aunties that sell you fruit, always winking at the two of you when you’d walk past, and the uncles that always clapped Hajime on the back, telling him he’d found a good one.

He’d smile every time too.

(Because he loves you, he thinks.)

He doesn’t exactly say much, not take much of an initiative to break the silence. Instead, he takes the keys out of the ignition, unbuckles his seatbelt, and sits back. The silence that comes after the click remains with the intention to settle, but it feels nice.

The silence feels nice.

It’s loud outside, a fact that he’s sure of as he catches sight of the aunties unloading cartons of produce from the back of their trucks into their stalls. He sees an uncle from across the makeshift street right around the corner call over to what he thinks is wife, because even if she rolls her eyes at whatever he said, the way he smiles when he turns is a familiar one to him.

“You’ve been smiling a lot,” as a comment Oikawa has told him one too many times by now, but he supposes there’s more than just observation to that. The smile he carries is the manifestation of the love that’s shared. Love, like the inside jokes that he knows still has you snorting in laughter even though they’re a couple years old now.

Rehearsed words where he memorizes the context by heart; an I love you, every day; “I’m home,” then a “welcome home,” as a response from another room in the apartment that’s yours and his. Your toothbrush next to his in the bathroom sink, and a bottle of shampoo whose brand he can remember without having to text you for confirmation when he’s running errands.

So he smiles some more; within the silence in his car, while you sit beside him, still trying to squint through the bits of sunlight that remains.

His eyes catch yours on the rear view mirror of the car and he grins his teasing good morning at the sight of you blinking away the last few remnants of your sleep.

You mumble your hello, voice quiet, and just like that things click into place. The smile on his face remains, and the sounds of the world moving about outside dull in comparison to your voice. There’s a tranquility that’s long settled ever since he found his space in the world with you, and this is it.

This, as your eyes against the sun. The color of the skies and of life, all caught in a single reflection painted in your eyes. The nature of love, of how fragile it truly is made known to him through just a slow blink of your eyes as you sit up, unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to him.

You’re smiling and the word forever is what rings in his mind.

Hajime thinks of the home he knows he can always return to, and the sheets on the bed that neither of you decided to make this morning before you left. The slippers you left by the door are probably flipped over, but it’s home. Love like recognizing the fragility of the moment and falling in love with it. Your wordless exchange of conversation; his hand on your thigh, you offering him a sip of the drink he can just tell has gone cold by now, and the chuckle exchanged that lightens the atmosphere even more.

“I think,” Hajime starts, mirth in his voice as he turns to you afterwards. “I think that Oikawa’s got a good point about some stuff.”

You hum, leaning back against the seat again and following his eyes that trail to the old couple by the stall passing boxes, exchanging words. “About?”

Hajime chuckles again, crossing his arms over his chest. “I remember before we met he was the one telling me that if I got along with him so much then I would loooove you.”

You snicker in response, recalling how Oikawa used exaggerate how alike the both of you are. “And he has a point,” you nod, leaning over to poke Hajime on the cheek.

His shoulders relax, the weight that comes with the world suddenly gone, because in the moment Hajime allows himself to just stay here. The couple across the parking lot is smiling now, and he realizes to himself that when you’re in love, you truly do bloom.

Like the red in his cheeks, and the glimmer of your eyes. The glow of the sun as it rises in the morning then sets at night. The ring that sits on your finger now, and the tenderness that the moment cradles the two lovers in.

“That fucker was right,” Hajime laughs, his voice booming in the little space of your car. The stillness of the moment remains, because as fragile as love is, the kind that you share is unbreakable.

The memory from last night is quick to replay in your head:

Sunsets and wearing his shirt that’s a few too sizes too big. Your arms around his neck, pulling him close, and both of your feet bare against the wooden floor as you sway—to a song unsung, and unheard, but the moment is still so much yours. A call from a mother telling a child to come home a few streets over, and the ice cream truck’s bells ringing as it rounds the corner. You listened to the slow inhale and exhale of Hajime’s steady breaths as he kept his eyes on you and thought that the sounds of your mumbling was melody enough.  

Then, a break in the pattern, in the routine, as Hajime turned to you and whispered a quiet “will you marry me?” that still rings in your ear up until now.

In the present Hajime turns to you again, and remembers that the rest of your lifetime and his was now rewritten into a story as if it’s made for one.

“You’re not gonna regret agreeing to marry me are you?” you hear him laugh.

You shrug, cocking your head to the side and lifting your finger with the ring that reminds him of your forever yes.

“You’re never getting rid of me,” you laugh, leaning in to press a kiss on his cheek.

 He’s warm, he thinks. Warm like your lips on his cheek, and his heart that does somersaults in his chest. The sunshine and the light it brings; cast on your eyes, your ring, and on the dashboard of his car. 

So he thinks about how he loves you, again. 

(And again and again and again and again.)

 -

for a love that’s meant to linger.