#donut n jet

[tempural]

Sketchdump, doodles, some of them instagram ppl's pets :) Sometimes you put on Inkmaster and start doodling the same thing they're drawing.

[onlyangel4]

healing a heart i didn't break. LH44. MV1. SMAU. final part.

cheater! lewis hamilton x reader. max verstappen x reader.

when your boyfriend of three years fumbles, his rival is there to put the pieces of your heart back together bit by bit.

warnings: 14 year age gap with lewis. cursing. cheating.

author's note: thank you for all the love on this series. this is the final part, i'm so glad you all enjoyed it. i will be taking requests for this couple in both smau and blurb/written forms if you want to see more of them or specfic moments between them. i am also going to need ideas for new fics with different pairings so please send me a request

part one // part two // part three // part four

f1wags

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f1wags: is it over between lewis hamilton and a pregnant y/exbff. papparazzi photos captured an explosive argument outside of y/exbff's los angeles home. lewis then left and got straight on a private jet ready for the qatar gp.

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user19: finally, this couple has been completely awful

user23: y/n is thriving and these two are crumbling, we love to see it

f1fan32: war is over

y/exbff

written: yes me and lewis did break up. but we will continue to collaborate for this baby

verstappenupdates

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verstappenupdates: max at a very rare non f1 related public engagment. he was at the london premiere for the new film in the scream franchise. he arrived with y/n who he has become very close to after her break up with lewis hamilton. his jet is scheduled to take off in a few hours for qatar

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user8: y/n has been quoted numerous times saying that the scream films are her favourite. max made sure to make time in his busy schedule so he could accompany her there. that is what my girl deserves.

user53: there are videos of y/n walking the carpet and max in the background just staring. honestly same.

f1fan22: is it toxic of me to think they are together

y/ninsta

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y/ninsta: it's a real scream baby

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alexandrasaintmleux: ferrari red suits you

y/ninsta: shhh don't tell him that

user6: who tf is he y/n, alex tell us what you know

maxverstappen: you know what maybe i do like scary movies now

y/ninsta: see i told you that you would love it. thank you for coming with me

user15: on the day y/exbff confirms that she broke up with lewis y/n posts her going to see the new installment of her favourite franchise with her ex boyfriend's rival. we all know who won that break up

maxverstappen posted a story tagging y/ninsta

written: the only person that will go to a donut shop in full glam after a premiere

f1updates

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f1updates: the drivers arriving to the last race of the season. max verstappen will officially be world champion for the fourth time after this race

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f1fan: the video of max walking through the paddock on facetime to y/n grabbing all the other drivers to say hi to her is the cutest thing

user12: the first last race of a season that y/n has missed in four years. what a sad day.

user43: max verstappen world dominance

f1

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f1: max was going to be world champion no matter the outcome tonight. but he decided to show us all just how good he is by taking the win. what a worthy champion!

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y/ninsta: i am at a modelling shoot and i am sobbing. they hate me.

user39: wishing you were there

redbullracing: that is our boy

user2: him facetiming y/n as soon as he got off that podium was so cute

user1: there better be a drive to survive episode on the y/n situation

y/ninsta posted two stories tagging maxverstappen

story one written: my entire team getting me ready so i can sit and watch max win the world championship

story two: drinking two drinks to celebrate two wins. world championship and p1. let's go baby.

f1wags

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f1wags: is y/n back in her wag era? footage shows y/n at a private airport in paris running over to max and jumping into his arms. and we are pretty sure we saw a kiss as well. we love this couple and really hope that they are together

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user12: lewis hamilton found throwing his phone in a river

user52: that footage is the cutest thing ever. i love them.

user71: oh they are so in love, they have to be together

y/ninsta

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y/ninsta: my boyfriend is the current world champion

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maxverstappen: i couldn't have done it without your encouragment my love

y/ninsta: yeah those midnight facetime calls are the reason you won. not your skill. for sure.

danielricciardo: thank god, i had to stop lando from calling you max's girlfriend in public yesterday. he would have not lasted any longer.

landonorris: mate you said you weren't going to tell her

alexandrasaintmleux: the best double date partners

y/ninsta: so happy to not be third wheeling you and charles anymore

user6: the fact that she never got to say that when she was with lewis i'm so happy for our girl

maxverstappen

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maxverstappen: my girlfriend is a vogue model

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y/ninsta: so obsessed with you

maxverstappen: good because i'm so obsessed with you

alexandrasaintmleux: thank you for looking after my girl

maxverstappen: of course, i would do anything for her

user2: the matching captions. i am so single.

danielricciardo: i took the first three photos, y'all need to pay me

user5: daniel being their personal photographer is the cutest thing

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[justawritterwithideas]

law in pink | s.r

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summary: A case takes them to Massachusetts, where you are reunited with your past and the people who carry it.

warnings: a bit of jealousy on Spencer's part, though overall nothing so far in this part.

this story is spencer reid (season 7) x ssa elle woods!reader

words: 1,185 words.

a/n: after a while, I finally bring you the third part of law in pink, the truth is that I've been wandering a lot about what to write, but I finally found it. I want to point out that this "chapter" will be divided in two or three parts (I'm not sure yet), to reward you for your time. Without anything else to add, thanks for reading.

Working in the FBI field always ended up surprising you.

Not because every day was a new adventure, with new cases that could border on the edge of human sanity, but because it could bring you face to face with people from your past.

A new case had dragged you to Massachusetts, where you saw old faces you recognized on your way to the police station.

The conversation with Emily was what was stealing your attention, and even more so when it was about one of the topics you dealt with the most, besides the criminal code, and that was hair care. You had recommended a new product to the woman and she was talking to you about how good her hair looked, it even looked shinier than usual from both perspectives.

"I know! Plus, it's not tested on animals and their products are 100% natural, it's like a little bit of paradise in your hands." You commented sipping from your coffee, placed your bag to the side as you watched Spencer walk in with a folder in his hands and well focused on it.

It was no secret that after his gift it had caused the two of you to connect a little more than usual, and everyone could tell with the little love language gestures you each had on each side, like how every morning you gave him his coffee the way he liked it because you had memorized them or how he took care to save you a spot next to him on the jet where the sunlight would hit so your skin would get the vitamin D it needed for the day.

You quickly pushed away the chair that was in front of the map the opposite had drawn up and watched him sit down, returning to your conversation with Emily. Spencer thanked you with a silent gesture, causing you to smile as you listened intently to Emily converse about the difference in her hair from week to week.

But, their conversation was interrupted as Derek and J.J were entering the room with a box of donuts.

"The breakfast express had just arrived, ladies... And Spencer." The smell of frying and sugar made you immediately turn to the table to see that they had found just the donuts you had been chatting about a couple of days ago.

"Are those the gluten-free donuts? I haven't seen them in years, they look just as delicious as when I was here." Your voice let out a soft sound of joy, approaching the one glazed with pink and had a flower drawn on top. "These are the best donuts you'll ever taste, and it's also suitable for the gluten intolerant."

The sweet taste of the donut made you stir as you brought a hand to your mouth in surprise, it was as if the past had just slapped you in the face.

You turned in the direction of Spencer, who looked quite immersed in his work.

"Spencie." The man looked up at your call. You brought the doughnut close to his face and smiled, letting the scent of your 'Miss Dior' perfume permeate his nose. "Try it."

"Ah, no thank you. I am at the moment somewhat busy, Y/N..." His hand was trying to push yours away, plus you kept watching him with that look that caused Spencer to give you the whole world. "B-besides! I'm faithful to my chocolate donut with sprinkles-"

"With sprinkles on top... Come on, Spencer, I'm not asking you to eat it all, just taste it."

The tasting-not tasting fight they were carrying on was interrupted when Hotch walked in where his face showed quite a bit of annoyance.

"What's going on, Hotch?"

"The suspect's lawyer is in the interrogation room." Commented Rossi, who simply modulated 'he's a jerk'.

"He's coming to talk to us now." Finished Hotch, who was heading straight for a cup of coffee but didn't quite reach for it when a rather annoying voice interrupted him.

You didn't know if it was your imagination or the memories of that place that made you cough, the smell of expensive cologne and mint made you push the donut away from your hands. You set it down on a napkin, listening as it echoed back to that voice that once spoke honeyed words to you.

"Agents, a pleasure. I'm defense attorney, Warner Huntington III."

Where was the closest place to hide from that character? You thought, but you wouldn't let the man you used to call "teddy bear" get you down at that moment.

" Lawyer Huntington, this is the BAU team. Agent Rossi, Morgan, Jareau, Prentiss, Dr. Reid and Agent Woods."

Your gaze connected with Warner's, who let out a gasp of surprise at the sight of you.

"Y/N... Wow, it's been a while, darli-"

"It's good to see you, Attorney Huntington." You commented as you watched him from your position.

You watched him approach you, plus Spencer's body made it so he couldn't take any more steps than intended, well... Spencer's leg was the one that separated you, as he stretched his legs out, separating you both just enough so that nothing of your bodies would rub together in any way.

A safe distance for both of them, thanks to Spencer.

"You two know each other?" J.J. asked, who watched intrigued.

"We were coupl-"

"We were part of the same Harvard Law generation, actually. We both graduated, but we took different paths." You lied in front of them, and they could read it when Warner's face grimaced.

It was clear that the two of you had a bond that was more than close, but the way you didn't want them to find out was the answer to resolving that which the others had to find out until you decided to talk about it.

"Rather, both of us-"

"Counselor, what exactly is the reason you're here?" asked Spencer, who watched from his position, with that feigned smile you already knew how to distinguish.

"Ah, yes. I was coming to introduce myself as the defense attorney, as well as discuss the legal issues surrounding my client." He turned to look at Hotch, who was drinking from his cup with that face that the situation displeased him. "I'd like to discuss a few things with Agent Woods, since we both graduated from Harvard and have the same degree from-"

"Actually, Agent Prentiss is also a Criminal Justice graduate, you could discuss with her along with Dr. Reid in addition to Agent Woods."

The way Hotch had cut Warner off made you let out a small chuckle, thanking in the direction of the major, who was simply giving you a discreet wink.

"Yeah, right. Three's better than one, you're right." Warner's voice wavered a bit before he opened his mouth again. "Good, then I'll come by later to discuss these details, they're calling me from the firm, excuse me."

Silence immediately settled in the room, but before they could blurt anything out, you immediately turned in everyone's direction and blurted out.

"I have a good explanation for this, I promise."

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a lot of love, alme. ❀

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

You Never Know

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

Genre: very fluffy

Summary: Spencer wants to ask you on a date

***

You check your watch as you walk over to your desk. You thought you were gonna be late but it looks like you made it in earlier than you expected. You've barely settled into your chair when Derek pops his head around his computer monitor.

"Did you go?" He asks. You roll your eyes and reach into your bag for the paper bag half rolled up inside. You drop the paper bag on his desk across from yours.

"Yessss! You're the best mamas." Derek says pulling open the bag.

"What's that?" Spencer asks leaning over from his desk, trying to peak into Derek's mysterious sack.

"Dude there's this bakery in y/n's neighborhood that has the best pastries of all time but you have to go first thing in the morning or like as close to it as you can because first of all once they're out of something they're just out of it for the day and secondly these things are better the closer to fresh out the oven that you can get." Derek explains.

"So you send y/n to buy your pastries before work?" Spencer frowns.

"Well-"

"He doesn't send me anywhere. Sometimes I'm just nice enough to pick things up if I have time." You say.

"Correct." Derek points at you.

"Interesting." Spencer nods.

"What's your stance on donuts Spence? Do you even eat them?" You ask.

"I love donuts actually." He tells you.

"Yeah I guess that makes sense, you have quite the sweet tooth." You hum.

"I didn't realize that was obvious."

"Well, it is to me. I can't say if anyone else here would say the same but I noticed." You say.

"Oh." You barely catch his eyebrows scrunch together before he hides behind his monitor to avoid you noticing the heat he can feel rushing to his cheeks. He's probably reading into it too much that you noticed something like that. You take a sip from your coffee and turn your attention to your own computer. It's a paperwork day today it seems, as you all spend the day at your desks. On one hand, you honestly hate having to spend all day working on reports but on the other hand, no news is good news- theoretically not having a case should mean there are no new serial killers but you all know crime doesn't sleep- so there's a quiet understanding that you're just waiting for the next storm.

Still, it's been a busy few weeks so it's nice to not be jetting off to another state where you'd be arguing with local law enforcement while trying to solve a crime before it snowballs. By the time you're leaving work, you're almost caught up on the pile you'd been too busy to get to and that's sort of nice to know as you pull out of the parking lot.

~

You normally don't stop at your local bakery two days in a row but you figure you should buy something for Spencer after the conversation you had yesterday. So, you get up early enough to run by the bakery before heading in today.

"Y/n! Good morning! Same thing as always?" The bakery owner, Salma smiles at you when you walk in.

"Actually not today Salma, I'm buying for someone else this time." You smile. You maybe should've asked what donuts Spencer likes, but you like to think you know enough about his tastes to guess.

"Someone else? Not your work friend?"

"Not the one you know. A different work friend this time." You explain.

"Do you like this work friend too?"

"Salma I don't like Derek." You scoff. "Not the way you're implying anyway. He's just a friend."

"And this new work friend?"

"I don't know Salma I'm just picking up donuts." You say with a smile that you hope doesn't give you away. The look Salma gives you is enough to let you know she sees right through you.

"Alright, what can I get you this time then dear?"

"I'll take those two. I think he'll like those." You say pointing to the donuts you want through the display case.

"This one is a new recipe you know."

"Is it? I'll take one for myself as well then, and next time I'm in I'll let you know what I think." You smile.

"You have to come in soon then, you know how I value your opinion on new releases!" She says as she bags the pastries for you. 

"Of course Salma. I'll be back within a couple of days most likely, my work friend will get quite huffy if I'm not." You say handing her a ten and taking the donuts from her.

"And you are sure you don't want to take him anything since you are here?"

"Ah he got his sweets yesterday. He can wait until my next visit. Have a good day Salma." You say leaving the bakery. When you get to work Spencer, Derek, and JJ are already at their desks. You can see Hotch in his office as well as you drop your things at your desk.

"Is that what I think it is? Two days in a row y/n you spoil me." Derek spots the distinctly colored bag from the little bakery before you've even said good morning.

"First of all, good morning. Secondly, these are not for you Morgan."

"Not for me?!" He gasps and you roll your eyes.

"Spence, I brought you breakfast." You say dropping the bag on his desk.

"Really? What'd you bring me?" Spencer blinks.

"Donuts from the bakery near my place."

"Oh, the one Morgan really likes?"

"Yeah! Since we were talking about it yesterday I thought I'd pick something up for you." You say.

"And she's left me to starve in the process." Derek proclaims dramatically.

"Oh cut the theatrics. You got donuts yesterday, you weren't even expecting them." You scoff and Spencer chuckles.

"Well thank you for the donuts y/n." Spencer smiles.

"If you like them I'll bring you some more often."

"You're supposed to bring donuts for me though." Derek huffs.

"And today I brought them for Spencer. You get donuts all the time you'll be fine." You roll your eyes.

"This is favoritism." Derek says.

"No more than me bringing you donuts literally every couple of days." You scoff.

"Are you trying to replace me?"

"Replace you!? Morgan- you do realize it's just a donut, right?"

"It's the principle of the thing!"

"Okay, what if I just- don't ask for her to bring me donuts again?" Spencer asks.

"Don't be ridiculous Spence if you want donuts all you have to do is ask." You say.

"I just feel like-"

"Oh, hush. You're so dramatic. Salma says hello though." You cut Derek off.

"Now you're being mean." He gasps.

"Who is Salma?" Spencer asks.

"She owns the bakery." Derek says.

"She knows you?" Spencer turns to Derek.

"She knows I have a work friend that I buy donuts for. So when I came in this morning and ordered something different I had to explain that they weren't for that work friend."

"Salt. In the wound." Derek says.

"Will you relax if I give you half of my donut? It's a new one so Salma wants feedback anyway."

"It's not the same."

"There is just no pleasing you Derek Morgan." You shake your head.

"It's actually very easy, bring me donuts."

"This conversation has gone on too long I'm going to the kitchen." You say standing up and leaving the bullpen. In the kitchen, you pour yourself water from the Brita pitcher.

"Does Morgan really take this donut thing that seriously?" Spencer's voice startles you as you sip your water and you barely avoid choking on it.

"Jesus you move like a cat. No, but he does take getting on my nerves that seriously." You say.

"Oh- well I just wanted to thank you again, for bringing me donuts."

"You said you like donuts."

"I do! But- since I didn't get around to asking for some, it was a pleasant surprise."

"Well that's what I was going for so mission success." You smile. Spencer returns it with a bright one of his own.

"Actually, can I ask you something?"

"Of course hon. Anything."

"Well I was-"

"Good morning Spencer! Y/n!" Penelope greets happily as she enters the kitchen.

"Hey Pen." You smile at her and turn your attention back to Spencer.

"Good morning Garcia." Spencer nods.

"Oh! Y/n! You know that- task you brought to me last week?" She asks.

"Yes?"

"I got a hit."

"Seriously?"

"Have I ever let you down?" She winks.

"Oh you are truly the best there is! I'll be by your office in a little bit okay?" You tell her.

"Alrighty!" She says going, most likely to her office.

"You were saying?" You prompt Spencer.

"Is that important? Because my thing can totally wait- actually I don't think now's a good time to ask anyway." Spencer shakes his head.

"You're sure? Because the thing with Penelope isn't even work related. It is by no means time sensitive if you need to talk about something." You tell him.

"I'm sure, this can wait, it should wait. Now is a bad time I realize." He says. Your face scrunches a bit in confusion as you regard Spencer for a moment.

"As long as you're sure." You say hesitantly.

"One hundred percent. Go." He nods.

"Alright, but whatever it is, don't put it off too long, okay?"

"Promise." Spencer gives you a small smile and you turn to go to Penelope's office, wondering what could be on his mind. It doesn't come up for the rest of the day. You do your work, he does his, and though you speak throughout the day he at no point brings up the million dollar question he wanted to ask you this morning, and honestly by the time you're going home you've kind of forgotten about it. It's not until you're back at your place that it comes to mind again and that's only when Spencer calls you pretty much as soon as you step through your front door.

"You have insane timing, you know you called me just as I stepped into my apartment?"

"It usually takes you approximately 23 minutes to get home from work so I took a guess at when you'd be off the road based on when you left. Didn't think I'd be that on the nose though." Spencer says.

"Well- I hope everything's alright, seeing as you're calling me and we just left work at the same place. To what do I owe the pleasure?" You ask.

"The question I wanted to ask you this morning. I promised you I wouldn't put it off too long. I actually figured it would be easier for me to ask you this over the phone so I called." Spencer says.

"Oh yes. What ya got for me, sweetness?"

"I know that we're- coworkers and this might make things weird or whatever but I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go on a date with me? You of course don't have to say yes and if you don't I promise not to make things awkward at the office - we can just pretend this never happened but I- couldn't just not at least ask."

"A date?" You blink. Spencer wants to go on a date with you.

"Yes. Only if you want to, no pressure. I really don't want you to feel pressured or anything. It doesn't have to be a thing if it doesn't-" 

"Spencer!" You cut him off.

"Yes?"

"If you're going to ask me on a date you have to give me a chance to answer beloved." You smile.

"Oh- right. Sorry."

"I would love to go on a date with you."

"Seriously?"

"Of course." You say. Spencer lets out a relieved sigh that makes you want to giggle.

"Cool." He breathes. "I have to plan. I'll call you once I've sorted everything out. Is that okay?"

"Works for me." You nod even though he can't see you.

"Okay. It'll probably take me a while though so- in case it's too late to call you again tonight, good night."

"Spencer."

"Yes?"

"Don't obsess over making it perfect. I'll enjoy whatever we do as long as we're together. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight." He says softly.

You hang up before you end up dragging out the conversation and also so you can let out a ridiculous squeal that you would never let Spencer hear. You're... giddy. Like a teenager all over again. And you have to force yourself to go about your evening routines as opposed to just waiting for Spencer to call you all night.

***

[neighbourscat]

౨౿ nicholas chavez who visits his black!girlfriend at abbott elementary — he’s startled by the documentary crew, almost dropping the box of rainbow-sprinkled donuts and container of chocolate-chip cookies he’d brought for your kindergarten students; today was move-up day and you asked him if he could use a few hours of his day-off and drop off their treats to congratulate. after he’s given an ‘abbott elementary visitors badge’, he’s dragged through the bustling hallways — walls decorated in brilliant hand-made drawings and banners, the noisy chatter of students, and the hustle of teachers — and into an empty classroom for a confessional; “wha .. what am i suppose to say here?” nicholas asked, adjusting the box of donuts and container of cookies . .. . he blinked into the camera lens, the grin on his face crooked, sheepish, and the look in his eyes that of a scared child.

౨౿ nicholas chavez who spots your classroom, room 220, and hurried toward it — the camera crew and principal ava coleman, heels clicking loudly, behind him — the sound of young laughter, meaningless conversations, and chairs scraping the floor growing louder. the door was slightly ajar, and through the small opening, he could see you — ms. y/l/n to the young humans — standing at the front of room, talking animatedly to your class of kindergartners. your smile lit up the space, and your long, knotless braids swung as you gestured toward the main entrance and exit.

nicholas smiled to himself, watching you in your element. this was the side of you he admired so much — the way you commanded the room full of children, the warmth you exuded when you taught or played around. he gripped the doorknob and- “me personally . .. . i would’ve just walked with me to the gymnasium.” his brown eyes found the camera lens again, letting the crew capture his frustrated expression. “look, there’s still time before those goblins actually start lining up -“ ava pleaded, “i’m telling you - you and i leave now, we can still make brunch at reno’s.”

nicholas stared at the crew again, begging them to do ‘something’, and then down at ava. “who watches these .. things?” he asked the principal, releasing the doorknob — he turned his body to face her fully, showing her that she had his attention .. ava smirked, proud and knowing, flipping back the cascade of jet-black hair that fell effortlessly around her shoulders. “all of america. why? scared to be seen with a woman this attractive?” she finished with a cheeky giggle, brows wiggling while looking into the camera — the confusion on his face has yet to fade. ava: “if you’re worried about being wrongfully perceived, don’t. your face is pretty, your body is tight - if your personality is bleep, the ladies at home won’t care. that’s how it is.” her hands gripped her hips, “you can be the bleep bleep person on the planet, but guess what? if you’re hot, you get screentime.”

just in time, your classroom door swung open — nicholas, relieved, nearly jumped out of his skin. at the sight of jabrieah, your line-leader, peeking out of the door, ava quickly turned on her heels and rushed down the hall and turned the corner in a hurry — the camera angling in on her as she descended.

your kindergartners’ were in their graduation gowns; a vibrant shade of blue, charming and whimsical, and designed to celebrate the joyous milestone of young learners. their gowns were adorned with cheerful motifs, such as stars, balloons, and playful animals, which represented the joy and wonder of early education —

— “donuts! cookies!” malachi; the second in line, cheered, alerting you and the other children. gio; the teacher-helper and aiden; the caboose ripped themselves from your hands and pushed through most of the line to reach nicholas first. and when your boyfriend met your disappointed glare .. his shoulders dropped and he seemed to shrink into himself.

﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

“okay, so, i asked nicholas - my boyfriend - if he could pick up my special order from lulu’s; the best pastry spot in philly, and swing by after the graduation. two nights ago, nic and i thought it would be cute to - to give them something else to look forward to after their ceremony,” you spoke into the camera, warm and bubbly — emphasis on ‘after’. “he’s just an hour early,” you continued, smile slowly falling, “which .. which isn’t so bad, necessarily, but .. y’know .. i had a surprise set in place for my kids. so . .. .” you blinked away and then back at the camera, tongue poking the inside of your cheek.

౨౿ nicholas chavez who helps mr. johnson, gregory eddie, janine teagues, and jacob hill stack the parent chairs away and against the gymnasium walls — making room for the fun festivities. the main camera was zoned in on ava; fixing her patterned blouse ( revealing more of her cleavage ) and watching the muscles in nicholas’ large arms flex and spasm. “that young man is spoken for ava.” barbara howard came into view. “this is your sixth reminder ..” the camera shifted up at barbara and then back to ava as she asked, without hesitation or much care; “be honest. completely. who looks better? me or y/n?”

barbara sighed deeply and gave her a gentle tap on the forearm. “come. come,” she urged kindly. “this way. come help me and melissa with the cotton candy machine.”

౨౿ nicholas chavez who watches tariq temple — like he’s headlining coachella, tariq’s wearing a gold chain that probably has a cartoon character on it, sunglasses indoors, and a loud glittering jacket with “kiddie class of swag” embroidered on the back — abbott elementary’s very own rapper, perform and jump around the gymnasium stage .. with an unsure look on his face. he wasn’t sure if he should move his body or remain still, for the message tariq had been spewing into the microphone was .. highly inappropriate for elementary school students; so wrong, yet undoubtedly catchy.

you, on the other-hand, had been loving it — rocking side to side with the thumping beat. the just-graduated children were dancing with their friends, the big-kids, and parents, tariq’s raps going into one ear and right out of the other.

“y’all, for real — remember when y’all couldn’t even color in the lines? look at you now! first grade's ‘bouta be a breeze .. except maybe the bleep math! yo, don’t let ‘em trip you up with that new bleep-bleep math. trust me, that bleep is’a damn scam!”

the camera zoomed in on you and nicholas; eyes widening in the crowd as you both winced — then, the crew quickly switched the attention to barbara and melissa schemmenti, who were in absolute disbelief, mouths opened and brows raised so high, seemingly stitched to their hairlines.

“nah yo! real talk, first grade ain’t no bleep joke. i heard they got y’all doin’ homework?! don’t be out here messin' with them trapper keepers!” janine stopped the sway of her hips, fully focused on tariq and his nonsense piece — jacob lost his smile, he and gregory too stunned, but ava .. unbothered.

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“ayo, congrats to all the lil’ homies!” the camera crew had met with tariq backstage after his massive performance. “i can’t believe they graduated, like . ..” tariq clutched a hand over his still-racing heart, “they grown now, like for real. been around this school so damn long, i feel like they mine . .. . y’all feel’me?” no response from the crew. “do good bleep, homies!” tariq flashed his signature grin, showing off the gold-tooth plate and giving the camera a wink before strutting out of camera-view, arms lifted like he’d just performed at a sold-out stadium.

[ahotchnersreid]

terffied , aaron hotchner

aaron hotchner x fem!reader <Reader gets scared >.

( word-count ) 1.5k

Hotch has been talking about getting jack all week , Jack is in Atlanta, Georgia with his mother, Hotch gets custody of Jack he leaves to get him this evening..

Waring none really just blurb in current events reader gets scared.

A/n .. I would love feedback an any likes reblogs are really appreciated it thank you

This is my official fic for Aaron Hotchner , This hits home pretty close right now they say write with your heart write about current events in your life I understand if this doesn’t get the attention I’m hoping for with love likes epic , but I’m stepping out of my comfort zone I love Hotch with all my heart an wanted someone to feel this . I don’t know anyways here we go .. so nervous right now

Thanks for allowing me to step out of my comfort zone .

💌My first official Hotch fic 💌

A/n I’m scared ..

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“A Tropical Storm Warning as issued for the following states , Atlanta Georgia Florida Tennessee” , the list kept going , Hotch told the team he was gonna head on to get Jack , You were at home Hotch stops by to see you on his way out to get Jack , He calls you Hey I’m on my way over , Everything ok you say ya he says he’s voice a Little shaken , A knock at the door it’s Hotch , You open the door , You let him in . I know you say you’re heading out to get Jack , You run up to Hotch , He opens he’s arms to give you a hug , you too were not dating yet but he needed to see you before he left , he felt at ease with you . Jack will be happy to see you you tell Hotch as he turns to walk out the door , Hurry back you say safety we need you both home safe you say , I know Hotch says .

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Hotch takes the Jet to get , Jack . He should be up in the air by now you thinking.

You send Hotch a message.

💬.

It’s 2:35pm

“Let me know when you safely land .

You send the message.

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You hear Except Heavy high Dangerous winds , Heavy Rain In the next few hours The news , List of the states again , You mute the tv , Garcia calls You answer Hey you say softly, Hey love she says Everything ok you ask her .? As far as I know , I was Just checking on you , Were at the BAU if you wanna come down , Come to work on my day off you say softly ya she says it beats waiting to hear from Hotch all by your self she applies, Good point you say On my way you say ..

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You check your phone for any messages no messages You sigh, you grab your stuff to head out to work , Garica had a good point you said cause not knowing if Hotch is ok is driving you nuts .

You head to the BAU , you stop to get Everyone’s favorite coffee on the way and you get some Croissants in donuts for everyone. Let’s face when you worry you stress eat .you have all kinds of emotions right now .

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You get up to the FBI building, You head in you got everything in your hands , You get to the lobby in get to the elevator press the six floor to the BAU room , everyone is around the table , playing scrabble , Hey Love Em says hey I brought coffee it’s got each of your names on it , bright Croissants in donuts oh donuts Spencer says he grabs he’s coffee an a donut thanks bestie he says you giggle no problem Spence . You’re a life saver Garica said .

What we playing scrabble JJ says you wanna join , I’ll set this one out you say . Any word on Hotch Em says not yet you say Derek said he should be getting close since he took the jet . That’s what I thought you said , I told him to message me when he made it safely I’m nervous , What if the power lines got knocked down were he landed an he couldn’t let us know he made it ..

It’s 4pm

💬 message to Hotch .

Hey Just checking in , Did you make it in okay?

Derek hey baby girl I’m sure your man is fine , He smiles .

You surge Derek .

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It’s 5pm

You guys are watching the news the jet shoulda made it by now Derek and you say .. A Tornado Warning has been issued for the following, you say damn it they can’t catch a break ..

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📞:Hotch …

Your 📞 : Ringsits Hotch

📞: Hey you say softly, it’s good to hear your voice he said , Are you ok you ask him , Ya were fine .. I miss you Hotch you say miss you to we’ll be home soon , it’s crazy over here the phone cuts in and out you lose the connection . “Damn it you say “. Hey at least we know he’s ok Spencer says .

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You in the team decided to camp out at the office , until Hotch made it home safe . “Derek checks in on you , How you holding up , it’s almost 8pm you guys hadn’t heard anything from Hotch yet since at 5pm , “You should get some sleep Derek points out no You Say raising your head sleeps overrated I’ll sleep when he’s home .

You really care about him don’t you “Em asks you , yes don’t you yes we all do , but you me ,what you say . I think it’s deeper connection with you towards him , you’re into him “Em says , maybe you say but he’s not gonna see me that way , we just become very close you say , I’m not judging Em Says I was just curious I guess .

Garica they would be cute together , I agree Em in Spencer says I think they might be already together without realizing it Derek says . No we’re not you say , JJ come on guys stop teasing her .

10pm

You messaged Hotch

💬: Hotch

Hey , I hope you made it to Jack .

Just thinking about you, please stay safe . The team is at the office.

You in the team had passed out ..

Hotch comes in with Jack , he lays Jack on the couch ,

He heads over to your desk , Rubs your back, Hey Love I made it back home , Hotch you say softly where’s Jack over there on the couch asleep, you smile , you get up to give Hotch a big Hug … I’m so glad you made it home safely, He goes I told you I would ..

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I hope you enjoy this ..

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Love you guys

K 💌

[griffin-girl-r]

Fight for their lives (Part 1)

Created: 05.06.2023

Finished: 06.06.2023

Edited: 25.09.2023

Age: 18

Word count: 4,641

Warnings: Explosion, Poison, Blood, Injuries

Request: Yes (Tumblr user)

Pairing: BlackHill

Summary: After Natasha and Maria are injured during a mission, you need to make an important decision.

Part 2 (AE 1) , Part 2 (AE 2)

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"Why do you both have to leave?" You cried, standing in front of your mothers who were trying to walk in the QuinJet "I deserve an explanation."

"Baby..." Natasha, your Mama, sighed "We already told you. Nick wanted both of us on this mission. That's why."

"Yeah, kid." Maria, your Mom, nodded "We'll be very quick. We promise."

"I don't understand why you don't want to tell me where you're going. She rarely goes out into the field." You frustratingly pointed with your hand toward Maria

"Kiddo, listen to me." Your mom placed her hands on your shoulders "This time I was ordered to go out there and fight by your mama's side on the field. We aren't going alone. The team will also be there with us."

"Which only makes my belief that something's wrong stronger." You pointed out "Please don't go. Both of you."

"We have to, kitten." Your mama cupped your face "Just as Mom said, we'll be back home before you know it and we'll do whatever you want us to do together." She kissed your cheek "We love you so much."

"We love you, kid." Maria kissed your other cheek

Both women pushed past you and walked in the Jet with a hammering feeling in their chests.

You never reacted like this when they had to leave for a mission. Not even when you were a little child.

"She'll be fine." Maria smiled reassuringly at her wife, putting her hand on Natasha's shoulder "She's a big girl now."

"It's not her that I'm worried about." Natasha sighed, placing her hand over her chest

"Then what is it, oh my sweet Russian wife, that is bothering you so much that you became so sad all of a sudden?" Maria sang in a childish voice, trying to put a smile on Natasha's face

"You're such a child." Natasha chuckled tearfully as she playfully slapped Maria's arm "But Y/N is right, Masha. We don't know the details of this mission ourselves. You usually direct the mission from the operational center and get sent on the field only when there's a world threat. Not to mention that we don't even know where we're going. We just know that we have to retrieve a file with important information, nothing more."

"Hey..." Maria gently lifted Natasha's chin with her fingers "We'll be fine, beautiful. Don't you worry. We will safely finish this mission and we will come back to our daughter in one piece. I promise."

"I trust you with my life." Natasha rested her forehead against Maria's

"Umm... We're also here." Clint awkwardly interrupted their moment, getting the couple's attention as he pointed from him to the entire team that had to assist at the sweet moment between them

"Just get a room." Tony shouted "And only then can both of you eat each other's donut."

The couple rolled their eyes at the same time at Tony's inappropriate joke.

"Asshole!" Maria shouted, taking Natasha's hand and walking over to the seats

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You were lying on your bed, just staring at the ceiling of your room when alarms started ringing throughout the entire compound.

"What in the name of Fury is going on this time?" You groaned, quickly standing up from your bed and running downstairs

The sight you were greeted with wasn't the one you expected.

Just as you took the last step of the stairs, your mothers passed in front of you, both lying unconscious on two stretchers, as they were carried to the med bay.

Wasting no second, you got over the initial shock of what you just saw and bolted after everyone, bursting through the med-bay's door with a speed that would make Pietro jealous.

"Y/N, wait." Steve was the first one who tried to stop you from following your mothers inside the OR

"Get off of me, Uncle Steve." You shouted  trying to push Steve's strong arms away from you

"Y/N, listen..." The Captain tried to reason with you but you were having none of it

"Get the fuck off of me, Steven!" You shouted, making Steve let go of you "What happened to them?!"

"Look, kid..." Clint took a step forward "They're going to be fine. Okay?"

"Don't you dare call me 'kid'." You interrupted Clint with a frustrated shout "Only my mom is allowed to call me that. No one else. And don't you dare lie to me by telling me that they'll be okay. I asked a question and I need an answer. What happened to my mothers?!"

Everyone present in the room could see the anger boiling in your eyes.

They could see the way your fists clenched and how your skin was slowly turning from its usual pale color, that you inherited from Natasha, into a shade of dark red.

And in that moment they all stopped and for the first time in your 18 years of life, they all took a good look at you.

But this time they actually looked at you, taking every small detail and feature of yours in.

They could see Natasha's pale skin and Maria's dark brown hair.

They could see how the emerald's dark green met the ocean's light blue in your eyes.

They could see Maria's height and her sharp jawline perfectly mixed with Natasha's beauty spot on the right cheek and her bottom nose.

How Maria's slightly long ears were beautifully combined with Natasha's plum lips.

And thinking about it now, your personality wasn't disappointing them just like your physical appearance wasn't.

Sharp wit, fighting spirit, and fearless soul were the best traits of both Natasha and Maria.

And you inherited all from them.

You are the perfect mix between Maria Hill and Natasha Romanoff.

You are the living proof of the endless love the two women have for each other.

"I asked a question, damn it!" You screamed, pulling everyone out of their reverie "I am waiting for an answer. It's either you tell me or I go inside there and find out myself anyway."

"Why don't you calm down first so we could talk." Wanda tried to reason with you

"I don't need to calm down!" You kept screaming "I need to know what happened to my moms!"

"There was a trap." Steve quickly explained before you got the chance to get even angrier

"Care to explain more in detail, Mr. America's Ass?" You raised your eyebrow at him, your voice sounding less angry and more calculated now

Steve wanted to scold you for your audacity to address him by that hideous nickname but chose not to as he knew that it would only make the situation worse.

He knows that you're just worried and scared.

You aren't being mean intentionally.

Just like Natasha, this was your coping mechanism. Your way of dealing with stressful situations is to be sarcastic.

"Natasha, your mama, was sent to take a file from one room as we, the rest of the team, stayed outside in an attempt to cover her so she could sneak inside unnoticed." Steve sighed sadly "But we were so wrong."

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"Natasha, what's your status?" Steve asked through the comms "Status, Natasha!" He repeated when he got no answer from the redhead

"Hang on!" Natasha shouted after she landed on the hall in front of the room she needed to get inside of

The spy started running to the two guards that were guarding the door and, from a few swift moves, she took them down with the help of her Widow Bites.

"I'm in!" Natasha announced

"Can you move a little bit faster?" Asked Steve who was now attacked by the enemies

"Leave her alone, Steve!" Maria shouted through comms, as a few gunshots were heard as well "She's multitasking!"

"Whatever you say, Hill." Steve rolled his eyes

"Don't talk about my wife like that or you won't be a part of the Avengers anymore when we get back home." Maria threatened as she was focused on shooting down agents

"Thank you, my love." Natasha told Maria, as she started searching through the drawers of a desk "I'll make sure to thank you tonight for protecting me."

"I'll make sure you don't forget your promise, gorgeous." Maria smirked, shooting down another enemy

"Eww..." Clint exclaimed with a disgusted face "We didn't need to hear that."

"Get over it, Barton." Maria replied

"Guys, stop being so dramatic." Natasha interrupted the argument between her wife and her best friend "Look, I have the file and I'm going back to-"

Natasha's sentence was cut short as she suddenly started coughing, sending Maria into an instant worried state.

"Baby? Baby, Natasha, talk to me, beautiful." Maria called worried through the comms "What's wrong, darling?"

"Masha... Masha, I can't-" Natasha coughed "I can't breathe."

"Hold on tight, my girl." Maria took down the last agent before turning around towards the building Natasha was in "I'm coming to get you out of there."

"Maria, stop!" Steve shouted as he started running towards Maria "Tony, what's happening inside?"

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. did a quick analysis of the building." Tony explained "Apparently they released a certain gas inside the room Natasha's in. They're poisoning her."

"I'll get her out of there." Maria tried to push past Steve who was now holding her in place, stopping her from running to Natasha's side

"You know better than that, Hill." Tony landed next to Maria, taking his helmet off "We can't go inside there before knowing what type of gas they released and how it's affecting the human body."

"I don't fucking care about your poisoning effects and research." Maria shouted, completely blinded by worry "My wife is inside there and I'm not just going to sit around and watch how she dies inside there while we are standing here doing research."

"Mia..." Natasha coughed, her voice drained out of all power "Please take care of Y/N. Protect her for me. Tell her how much her mama loves her." She went quiet for a second before saying a few last words with the last strengths the ex-assassin has "I love you, Maria. Forever..."

"I will save you, Natasha!" Maria shouted desperately

The only answer Maria was greeted with was the sound of a body hitting the ground and the commander knew that her wife's body was the one to hit the ground.

She couldn't waste more time or she'll be too late to save her soulmate.

Taking Steve by surprise, Maria quickly sneaked out of his grip and took off running toward the building.

But thanks to his super serum, Steve managed to catch up with Maria in no time, standing right in front of the building's door.

"Hill, stop." Steve held his hands up "You can't go in. I promise we'll save Natasha but you need to wait."

"Rogers..." Maria coldly stated

"Hill..." Steve said as coldly as Maria

"Now open up that door, before I grab you by your hair plugs and bitch slap that smug look off of your face." The woman threatened

"Think about Y/N." Steve tried to reason "Just think about her."

"I'm thinking about her." Maria tearfully admitted "That's exactly why I will go inside there and rescue her mama."

"You won't change your mind, won't you?" Steve sadly sighed

"I would better die by her side than have to live without Natasha." Maria sniffed

"Very well." Captain America stepped aside "But I won't be the one that will explain to Y/N why her mom did what she did."

"She'll understand one day. Just remind her that I and her mama love her more than anything in the world." She nodded

Steve didn't question Maria more as he stood aside with a solemn look on his face.

"I'm coming, Tasha." Maria muttered under her breath "I'll get you out of there."

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"She ran inside after Natasha and somehow managed to pull her out of that room without passing out." Steve continued to explain what just happened not even one hour ago

"Then why were both of their bodies littered with cuts and bruises if Mom had managed to pull Mama out of that damned room?" You cried, tears streaming down your face, unable to control your feelings anymore

"They were caught up in an explosion." Tony finished for Steve "We had to dig them out from under the wreckage."

You angrily punched the wall that was closer to you as you let out a heart-wrenching scream.

It was a scream filled with a mix of worry, anger, and desperation.

Both of your mothers were badly injured and you were left alone without their comfort and guidance.

God only knows how badly they were actually hurt and how much that gas and explosion affected them.

"Y/N..." Wanda softly whispered, gently placing her hand on your shoulder

"Leave me alone!" You screamed through your cries, backing away from anyone's touch

In those moments you only wanted to be touched by your mothers and they weren't there.

They couldn't hug you or wipe your tears away.

They couldn't tell you that everything will be okay as they always do.

"You're not alone, Y/N." Wanda continued "You have all of us."

"I don't want you!" You shouted "I want Mama and Mom!"

Wanda sadly looked down at the floor, just as everyone else did. There was nothing any of them could say or do that would bring you some comfort.

"How bad is it?" You sniffed, trying to recollect yourself

"We don't know yet." Clint admitted

"Okay..." You breathed out with a nod "Okay... Maybe it is not that bad. Yeah? Maybe they're just a bit battered but they'll be fine. Right?" You tried to convince yourself "Right?"

"That's right, kid." Steve nodded

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It has been the most grueling 8 hours of your entire life as you waited for any type of news, good or bad, about your moms.

"How long is this going to take?!" You screamed frustrated, pacing the waiting room for the one thousand time

"As long as needed." Clint sighed, leaning his head back

Just then, the door of the surgery room opened and an exhausted Bruce stepped outside.

Silence fell over the room, as everyone gathered around Bruce in a semi-circle, anxiously waiting for an update on their friends.

"Y/N..." Bruce started with a sad tone of his voice, shifting his attention to you "I want you to be the strong girl that your mothers raised you to be."

Various quiet sobs came from the team as they knew that Bruce's speech could only mean bad news.

"What-" You confusedly started asking but Bruce cut you off

"Just know that they wouldn't want you to be sad about this and that they love you very much." The doctor continued "You are their everything. That's why you need to be strong."

"Bruce, what's going on?" You choked back a sob "Where are my moms? How are they feeling?"

"Look..." Bruce took off his glasses "The explosion didn't do much of a damage. They both have a few broken ribs, Natasha has her leg out of place, which I fixed by the way, and Maria has a broken arm. Both have concussions and different types of wounds but that's nothing a little rest and the right treatment can't solve."

"That's good?" You asked, a small smile full of hope forming on your face "Right? I'm going to take care of them and make sure they recover in no time. I'm their daughter. I'll take the responsibility to look after them while they heal."

But as quickly as hope formed inside your heart, it just as quickly disappeared when Bruce continued to explain, completely ignoring your previous sentences.

"But that gas..." Bruce looked away from your gaze "It was poison." He said tearfully "I'm so sorry Y/N, but they're as good as dead."

"No..." You took a step backward "No. It can't be..."

"The poison already spread through their entire body and I've only been able to slow down that process but I don't have the cure for it." Bruce looked at his friends "They have 72 hours at the most, but their bodies already started showing signs of giving up."

Clint fell back into a chair as Wanda fell into the arms of the first person who was beside her, who so happened to be Steve, and started sobbing.

Everyone reacted to the news that their two beloved friends weren't going to make it.

Everyone except you.

You were frozen in place.

The impact this shocking news had on you, left you reactionless.

"Kid..." Bruce called you again

You slowly raised your head and looked at him with big, empty eyes, waiting for him to continue.

"You have reached the legal age of being able to make your own decisions." He continued "And you are their only child. That's why I need your consent to take them off the life support machines before they end up having a painful death. Do I have your permission to turn off the machines?"

Bruce's words hit you like a speeding train.

How can he ask you something like this in these moments?

God damn it!

You were just told that the two women who gave you your life, who taught you everything they knew, and who did nothing more than idolize you were almost dead and it will only be a matter of time until they actually will be dead and he expected you to just play it off like it was no big deal?

"Can I see them?" You questioned worryingly too calm for the team's liking

"Of course." Bruce nodded "You don't have to give me an answer right away as I know this is a very difficult, almost impossible, decision to make. Just follow me."

You quietly followed Bruce inside the room where he had taken your mothers and conveniently placed their beds together very closely.

"We'll give you some time alone with them." Bruce gently patted your back and quickly exited the room

Once you heard the door click behind you and were sure that no one else was inside the room, you brought yourself to look up at Natasha and Maria, a sob filled with pain leaving your mouth, seeing the state they were in.

They looked so pale, so motionless, so... lifeless.

You couldn't bear seeing them like this.

You were scared to get closer to them just in case you would unintentionally hurt them by doing so.

But you also knew that neither one of them would like for you to keep your distance from them.

They had always loved having you as close to them as physically possible. Always making sure to remind you that being in your presence, was a blessing for them.

Ever since Bruce, alongside the world's best scientists and doctors, discovered a way that allowed women to have a child together without the need for a man, Natasha, and Maria took any risk that was necessary only to have a baby that was theirs.

And much to everyone's surprise, their prayers were heard and the couple was gifted with a beautiful baby girl who became their entire world from the moment they learned they were expecting for the first time.

They have been gifted with you.

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You dragged a chair, that you placed in between the beds where your mothers were lying unconscious and dared to sit down on it.

You didn't want to hurt them but, taking a deep breath, you gathered up enough courage to very gently grasp their hands in yours.

You were holding Maria's hand with your right hand and Natasha's hand with your left hand.

"Hey, Mama." You quietly said, running your thumb over her knuckles "Hi, Mom." You did the same to Maria "I miss you both so much. I wish you would be awake to tell me what to do." Tears welled up in your eyes "I wish I didn't have to choose for both of you. I just want my moms back."

You sniffed away your tears.

Right at that moment, Natasha and Maria needed their girl to be strong for them and you are going to be strong for them.

"Do you remember that time when I was 6 and Uncle Tony accidentally blasted a ball of energy out of his suit at me?" You chuckled, tears still present in your eyes "I'll never forget the looks on your faces when I woke up after being knocked out cold for an entire week. You both were so relieved to see me awake. Although I didn't fully understand at that time what was happening, I do now. I can vividly remember Mama's red puffy eyes or Mom's dark bags under her eyes. I can remember how both of you have treated me with so much gentleness while being careful to not cause me any more pain. You also tried your best to make sure I wasn't left with a scar and you did a pretty good job considering how bad the scar on my chest should have looked like but you both took care to be nothing more than a faint reminder of that day."

The steady beeping of the machines provided you with some comfort as you knew that, maybe, by the tiniest of luck, your mothers could hear you and fight to stay alive.

"I promise that I'm going to repay you for all those kisses, cuddles, sweet words, and care you have showered me with." You looked at Maria's face then at Natasha's "I promise that I will save you both."

You weren't exactly expecting an answer but both your hands have been lightly squeezed at the same time.

You looked down in disbelief at your hands that were still holding your mothers' hands.

This couldn't just be your imagination or a coincidence. Right?

Bruce would call it muscle reflex but you decided to call it a sign that you should carry on with your plan.

"Thank you, moms." You smiled brightly, still looking at their hands "I see that even almost dead you're both still as supportive as you have always been."

A knock on the door got your attention and looking up, you found the team walking inside the room, ready to collect their answer from you.

Your face instantly turned emotionless, not wanting to give away at least one hint about your plan.

"So Y/N..." Bruce spoke up "Have you made your decision?"

"I did." You nodded, looking at everyone

"Y/N, darling, don't rush yourself into making the wrong decision." Wanda pleaded "There's still plenty of time to think about it."

"I already know what I want to do, Aunt Wanda." You coldly replied "I don't want my mothers to suffer anymore. I don't want them to be in even more pain."

"And?" Tony impatiently asked, earning a slap on the back of his hand from Pepper who was sitting beside him

You looked back down at your mothers and sniffed.

"I love you both so much." You whispered "Thank you for being the best moms anyone could ever ask for. I am the one that was blessed to have such loving mothers as you."

And with that, you leaned down and gently kissed the back of Natasha's hand, then also kissed the back of Maria's hand, lingering on both kisses as you knew these kisses would be the last you'd ever be able to give to your mothers.

You carefully stood up, but instead of letting go of their hands, you carefully placed Natasha's hand in Maria's, making them hold hands even in their unconscious state.

Taking a step back, you admired your work and smiled.

You knew how much they loved the reminder that the other was right beside them.

You closed your eyes, trying to linger in this moment before all the emotions left your body and you turned towards Bruce and the rest, slowly approaching them with a determined look on your face.

"I will do what I have to do." You declared

"Y/N?" Steve didn't bother to hide his confusion at your actions "What are you planning to do?"

"Fight for their lives." You explained  "I'm going to fight for their lives just like they did for mine. I'm going to save them."

"Don't you dare do anything reckless, kid." Clint shook his head at you "Neither Natasha nor Maria would want to see you in danger because of them."

"Give me 24 hours." And with that, you ran past everyone and out of the compound

Your mind was filled with only one goal.

To find the cure that will save your mothers.

—

True to your word, you stumbled inside the medbay's door, exactly 24 hours later after you left without any further explanation, and collapsed to the ground.

The team, which was very anxiously waiting for a sign from you, gasped as they saw the state you were in.

You were bleeding from multiple parts of your body and were barely holding on to life but the determination and stubbornness, that were representing the Romanoff-Hill family, were very present in your eyes.

"Y/N!" Wanda gasped, running to your side and falling to her knees beside you "Oh, Y/N, what have you done, sweetheart?"

You didn't have much power left and you wanted to save it by saying only the important things.

So you just lifted your hand, which was holding 2 bottles, up, showing it to everyone.

"What is this, Y/N?" Bruce asked, taking the bottles from your hand and starting to inspect them

"The antidote." You whispered, making Bruce's eyes go wide

"We need to take care of you first, then I'll give it to your mothers." The doctor said, leaning down to pick you up only to be stopped by you "Y/N, we don't have time for games. We're running out of time."

"I know..." You whispered "Tell Mama and Mom that I love them so much."

"Y/N!" Wanda cried "Don't say that!"

"I ain't going to sit around and watch this." Clint growled through his teeth "I won't be the one to face Maria and Natasha if we let something bad happen to the apple of their eyes."

Clint quickly took a step forward, getting ready to bend over and pick you up but Steve stopped him.

"Steve, what are you doing?" Clint teared up

"She made her decision." Steve stated with a solemn voice "As hard as it is for us, we need to respect it."

"No..." Bruce shook his head at Steve, as he tried his best to tend to your wounds "You can't be serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Steve asked "Go, Bruce. Save Maria and Natasha. You asked Y/N to make a decision and she has. Now fulfill it."

Bruce looked down at you "I'm going to save them. I swear." Then he stood up and ran to the room where the couple was in

You smiled contently as your eyes started to close. Your mothers' smiles are the last thought in your head before everything went black.

—

"Y/N!" Wanda cried as she shook your body "What happened to you? I know why you did it but what hurt you like this?"

"How am I going to explain this to Natasha?" Clint muttered, trapped in a state of shock

"We will find out what happened to her, Clint." Steve patted Clint's shoulder

But the question remains.

Now that they have managed to successfully save Maria and Natasha with your help, how are they going to break this news to them, given the fact that it was only a matter of time till they woke up?

How do you break this kind of news to someone?

[mm-275]

MEANINGFUL CONVERSATIONS / SPENCER REID

Request: no

tw: none i think?

you probably would've joined after him, but omg you walked in and he was like omg smash

but he was soooo quiet and lowkey highkey wanted to talk to you, but didn't know how (he did he was just hella nervous)

you thought he hated you cause he would never talk to you

"good morning reid! how are you?"

"yeah 🫠"

EVERYONE could tell spence had a little thing for you except for you

penny made it her life goal to set you two up, and she roped derek in to help aswell

well girls night happens (it was just you and penny) and penny is trying to convince you that no, spencer reid does not hate your guts

"he doesn't hate you y/n! he's just nervous"

"penny i've had more meaningful conversations with hotch than i've had overall conversations with reid" 🧍

so you did have reason to think reid hates you, but derek is working his ass off trying to get him to talk to you (and to hopefully ask you out)

"just... what if she says no? i mean we havent talked, much and she might not even want to hang out as friends..."

"didn't she buy you and JUST you a coffee the other day? and didn't she go out of her way to find out your favorite donut when she bought them?"

"yeah 😔"

he FINALLY pulls his big boy pants up after they finish up a case in new york, and they were staying an extra night cause it was like 10 pm and nobody wants to sleep on a plane.

everybody is leaving the police station and getting in their respective vehicles

you were about to get in with elle, but derek takes your place so now you're happily stuck with spencer.

your palms were sweaty and there was this awkward silence

you finally say something, to be able to (hopefully) rid of all of this tension, and to maybe? get him to not "hate" you anymore.

"sooo... this case was pretty tough huh?"

"yeah, gender really changes the profile. you could get so far with the idea of it being a man but it could end up being a woman and changing the whole thing.."

and he goes on a little rant about a case where they got the wrong profile and it messed them up completely

you were pretty quiet, so when he realizes halfway through that he's been ranting, he looks over expecting to see you ignoring it, but no, you were staring at him, and you looked... interested?

"what happened next?"

he blushed so hard and smiled to himself, continuing his little rant. most people just cut him off, it was a nice change for someone to listen and want to.

thought about that moment continuously, could not get it off his mind, was 100% smiling stupidly to himself while doing things like brushing his teeth and changing.

could not stand it anymore, he HAD to ask you out (this sudden urge of confidence was led on by the fact it was almost midnight)

knocks on your hotel door and is bouncing on his feet, he's so nervous and is now realizing it's so late so he starts to go to walk back to his room when you open the door and he's like 'shit wtf do i do this is so weird'

then he looks like you, and he's rendered speechless. like yes, he's seen you before but you're always in your professional attire, you look so domestic right now and he feels like he's going to melt.

"reid? what are you doing up? are you ok?"

poor baby feels so bad that he's made you worried but you're worried??

"um, well, i don’t know how to say this but doyouwannagooutwithmeplease”

like babe slow DOWN i cannot understand you 😭

“what” 🧍

“do you wanna go to a coffee shop with me when we get back”

spoiler alert, you said yes 🤭

the second he left you called up penny

“wtf do you want i’m sleeping”

“PENNY HE ASKED ME OUT”

“WHAT”

y’all stayed up all night going over it about 20 times (it wasn’t even a 5 minute interaction) and ended up with the same amount of sleep you would've gotten on the jet

thank god the next day is saturday. penny came over at 10 to make you get up and ready for your date at 1.

he shows up in a brown sweater, some boyfriend jeans, and some converse and u were like 🤭🤭

you're so glad penny helped you with your outfit because you guys matched a little bit

you guys order some coffee and food and just talk and hang out

he's so sweet and wants to learn so much about you and you wanna learn so much about him so it feels like an interview at first but you guys then start to flow better and suddenly you guys never want to leave

after an hour and a half you guys leave the coffee shop, but continue to just walk around and talk

he walks you to your car at around 4:30 and hugs you goodbye and you're like what 😨😨 he hates physical contact

its got both you and him all giddy

everyone in the bau on monday can tell that somethings happened because spencer isn't terrified to go near you and you guys are actually conversing

the bau is very relieved because FINALLY you guys can talk to each other and its not awkward

[starset21]

Standard Disclaimer: I only own my original characters, I've done some research but there will likely be Navy/military inaccuracies, and I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may be found is on tumblr and Wattpad under @.itswildflower

A/N: This story is heavily inspired by the hallmark movie of the same title and is very self-indulgent. I'm also trying a different format than I'm used to using so it may change in the future chapters.

Looking for the other chapters? U.S.S. Christmas Masterlist 

Summary:  Kate agrees to go on the Christmas tiger cruise, will she run into the handsome aviator she met at the ball?

Chapter 2: Departure

“Picasso diner's two best customers, the Wells kids, Merry Christmas.” The siblings are greeted as they walk into the dinner they’d been going to since they were kids.

“Merry Christmas, Sharon,” Kate greeted.

“Your favorite table is available. Here you go,” Sharon handed them the menu’s.

“Thank you,” Jackson told her, offering a smile.

“So, Kate, I read that story this morning about the bank president. He's been in here. Seemed like a good guy,” Sharon lamented.

“Well. Goes to show you never really know what's going on with people,” Kate shrugged.

“That's for sure. And Jackson, I saw the photo that you posted of the Norfolk Christmas lights from your jet. That was absolutely stunning,” Sharon complimented.

“Oh, yeah, that was on my night hop last week,” Jackson told her. “As always, thank you for your service. So, the usual?” Sharon asked.

“Semi crispy bacon and hash browns.”

“And a Chocolate donut with coffee for me,” Jackson added.

“Last one. They went fast today,” Sharon told him before heading off to put in their order.

“You are so lucky,” Kate spoke up after a moment of comfortable silence.

“I know. I don't know what I'd do without my morning sugar fix,” he laughed.

“No, I mean, 'cause you love what you do,” she told him. 

“What about you, though? You've loved writing for as long as I can remember,” Jackson’s brow furrowed.

“Yeah. Yeah, I… It's just... I don't know, it's not as much fun as it used to be. Remember when I was in college and I wrote that article about the firefighter who adopted the baby, and it was dropped off at his fire station on Christmas Eve, and he named her Noel?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah, that was such a heartwarming story,” Jackson recalled.

“Now she's ten years old, she's a straight- "a" student, and she just played Mary in her Christmas play, I mean, that firefighter changed her entire life, and… Just wish I could write more stories like that. Especially around the holidays,” Kate told him.

“Yeah, I can understand that.”

Kate looked out the window at the people passing by and sighed. “Maybe I'm just burned out,” she lamented.

“But you had fun at the ball, right?” Jackson asked.

“Yeah, of course. Your fellow Navy people are very nice.” Kate looked at him.

“Did anyone, you know, catch your eye?” he questioned and Kate rolled her eyes.

“Jackson! You are relentless! No! Besides, I mean, come on, you remember what it was like. Every time you and Jordan deployed I was was so worried. I don't know, it's too much for me,” she told him.

“Yeah, but you guys didn't work out because your personalities didn't match,” Jackson pointed out.

“I just don't want to do the military thing. You remember how hard it was on mom,” Kate told him with some finality.

“Yeah, I know,” Jackson sighed. “You could use a break, Kate. Why don't you come on the Christmas tiger cruise?”

Kate shook her head. “No. I told you, I don't want to go, okay, and besides, I have work.”

Jackson deployed his puppy eyes. “The chill of the fresh sea air will help clear your head,” he tried.

“The chill of the air? You mean the freezing air,” Kate laughed. “And honestly, I don't even actually know if I could be away from my phone that long,” she added.

“Maybe that'd be a good thing,” Jackson laughed.

Kate’s phone buzzed several times. “Sorry, it's my boss. Apparently the bank president's brother has now been arrested,” Kate apologized.

“Look, think about it. No breaking news, no annoying texts from your boss. We'll be in the middle of nowhere,” he told her. “And you'll be without mom and me right before Christmas, which is your favorite time of year,” he tempted.

“Okay, now you're just playing hardball,” Kate sighed.

“Do it for us! Come on!” Jackson exclaimed.

“Ohh fine. I suppose I haven't taken even a fraction of my vacation time. So, sure. Yeah. Yeah, okay. I will go on the tiger cruise. I'll just tell Mr. Carmichael he has to deal,” Kate gave in and Jackson grinned.

“Yay! That's amazing!”

Kate put her head in her hands. “Ohh, it's gonna be freezing,” she lamented as Sharon came back with their food.

“Oh, wow, look!” Kate exclaimed as they walked up the ramp to board the ship.

“Oh! Your dad used to tell me that they decorated the ship for Christmas, but I had no idea it was this gorgeous,” her mother fawned.

“Hi, tigers! I'm Jackson, I'll be your cruise director,” her brother came over, dressed in his khaki uniform.

“Oh, get over here! Hey, honey,” their mother opened her arms for a hug.

“Hi,” Kate greeted him, bringing him in to a hug when their mother let him go.

“I'm so glad you came,” he tells her.

“So, where's my little fruity drink with the umbrella on it?” Kate teased.

“Would you be okay to settle for eggnog and a Christmas feast with all the trimmings?” Jackson asked.

“Wells family!”

The family turned to see Ron Kerner approaching them.

“Ron, Thank you so much for hosting us,” their mother greeted.

“It's an honor, Elizabeth. I'm so glad you changed your mind Kate,” he smiled at her.

“Thanks for making it happen.”

“Oh, here he is. Just the man I wanted you to meet. Lieutenant Jake Seresin. One of my finest f-18 pilots, and I don't say that just because he happens to be my son. Jake, this is Elizabeth and Kate. You remember, I served with Sam Wells,” Ron told him.

“Yes, of course!”

“I knew you when you were this high,” Elizabeth reminisced.

“Well, nice to see you again,” Jake told her mother before turning to Kate.

“And nice seeing you. Again. Didn't know our fathers flew together or that you're Wiz's sister,” Jake raised a brow.

“You two know each other?” Jackson, her mom and Ron all asked.

“We met at the Christmas ball,” Jake explained.

“The wine incident,” Kate whispered to Jackson.

“Would you guys like to join us for dinner tonight?” Ron asked.

“Yes, thanks! We'd love to!” her mom exclaimed.

“Great. I'll see you at 1800 hours,” Ron smiled before he and Jake walked away.

“Let's get you checked in, get you to your stateroom,” Jackson took the ladies bags and led them away.

“This is it. Watch your head,” Jackson told them as he led them over to his jet on the deck. Lt. Jackson Wells, "Wizard", was painted on the side of it.

“Someone figured out that dad’s callsign was Merlin and decided to tell, the crew decided to chose something close to it,” Jackson told them.

“Oh, honey, that is so sweet!” their mother cooed.

“Call signs aren't supposed to be sweet, mom. The other pilots choose 'em. But I got pretty lucky. They can call me Wiz any day. He's the whole reason I became a pilot,” Jackson smiled.

“Attention, tigers. The USS Polaris is now departing. Happy sailing, everyone!” The intercom clicked off. 

[venushasvixens]

Chapter 22. Truth and Trust - Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Word Count: 3k 

Warning: angst 

[A/N] so this chapter wasn’t posted onto Tumblr until now (my bad). Enjoy!    

- 

Spike’s side of the bed was empty and cold.

You had recovered pretty well the last couple of weeks, now getting up and walking around on your own. It still ached, but you had managed. Just took some work and determination. Even so, you couldn’t remember one thing during your rest. There was no memory of how you got here. You came back into consciousness in the last few weeks, and it made you wonder.

What did you do during that time besides sleep?

People do crazy stuff when they’re in pain. The situation that pertained you to this thought was Spike. And Jet.

Every morning, you felt a soft kiss on your forehead and the sound of the door closing. Then in the middle of the night, the sound of a door closing, a kiss and the weight of Spike laying beside you. During the day, there was little talk. A communication of tracking bounties and where his location was. But that was it.

Jet was a tad different. He checked on you, asked how you were feeling. But when you asked about your beloved, he would shut the conversation down quickly.

“Out, as usual. Speaking of which, let me do a quick check in with him.” He would reply with a quick smile and a brisk walk out of the living area.

At first, you didn’t mind. In your state, more work had to be put in to keep the Bebop running and the crew alive. But as the days repeated, and the routine continued, you couldn’t help but feel…suspicious.

Of yourself, most of all, but of what you said or did. Spike didn’t take insults to heart that bad, instead having it bounce back with a fist or a witty comeback. Even if you did, you were still going to feel just as bad. If he was angry with you, you would want to know.

“That’s just the way he is, as long as I can remember.” Faye shrugged as you confided in her. “We are busy after all.”

“Yeah. But I can’t help but feel like I did something bad, you know?” You sat in the chair opposite her, watching as she filed her nails meticulously.

“You did get into a fight, that's bad. But not worthy of the silent treatment.” Faye assured you. “I’m sure its all fine and dandy. You’re probably just overthinking the whole thing.”

The footsteps from the kitchen alerted you as you saw Jet ascending the small steps with a mug and donut in hand. “You girls okay this morning?”

“Doing just fine.” Faye mumbled.

“I guess you can say so.” You replied, rubbing your head.

“Everything okay?” Jet questioned. “If you’re hungry, I can grab you a donut, don’t even have to get up-“

“Oh no, I’m okay.” You reluctantly said. “Just a little worried about Spike, that's all. Haven’t seen him at all today. Or much any day for a while.”

“Ah, okay.” Jet nodded slowly, slowly inching away from the living room and up the steps to the hull. “Well! He’s probably just fine. Matter of fact, I’ll call him up as soon as I’m up there, I’d have a moment or two. Scout’s honor, kid.”

You narrowed your eyes. Avoiding the conversation was the last nail in the coffin. “Sounds amazing. Thanks.”

You looked back at Faye, with a questioning glint in your eyes. She shared the same expression, pouting her lips as she delved into the same skeptical energy as you.

The rotating hull was still hard on your legs, giving no mercy. Wincing as you climb from the hull through the entrance to the bridge, your feet planted one by one on the other side. Letting the door shut behind you, you heard the shuffling of Jet’s footsteps as he investigated the noise.

“It’s just me.” You called out, clanking down one step at a time slowly. “Checking in thats all.”

You hissed as the final step put some pain in your leg. Jet turned his head to watch you. “Careful now, can’t be falling apart on me.”

“Too little, too late.” You gave a faint smile as you leaned against the console. Deep in his work, you watched as Jet clinked and snapped in whatever he was doing. Something to keep him busy, always. “How was it out there?”

He took a deep intake of breath. “I'd say the same as usual. Didn’t see any bad guys, sadly.”

“Ah.” You replied. “Give me another week and we won't have to worry about that.”

He nodded his head, still focused on the console board. “Sounds mighty fine.”

As usual, what dissipated your physical pain for the briefest of moments was the burning question at the back of your mind. “You’ve seen Spike today, right?”

“Yeah. Before sunrise.” Jet mumbled out, counting under his breath. You waited until he was finished so as to not interrupt him. In the midst of your suspicions, you still had respect.

“Did he say what he went out for?” You asked.

Jet shrugged. “Beats me.”

In the quietness of the bridge, you took a small stroll to the giant windows. Beaming in was warm light, tingling your exposed arms. A sense of calm before what you were going to ask.

“It's odd.”

“What’s that?” Jet replied nonchalantly, still focused.

“You and Spike are thick as thieves and he didn't tell you where he was going.” You stated, crossing your arms. “It’s suspicious.”

“Well, he does run off now and then. Always does when something is bothering him, or he’s feeling cooped up in this metal cage of ours.”

You nodded. Turning around, you looked down at Jet, who was just staring at the console board. No hand movements, no papers or screens open to work on. Even with his head down, you could see his gaze glaring right back at you.

“Okay.” You finally said. “I won’t keep you from your work. So sorry.”

You walked the opposite side of the console board, taking slow steps. It surely was going to be a pain trying to get out of here.

He nodded. “Be careful getting out- hey!”

The console board powered down, fading into a blank slate. Leaning yourself against the table, you watched a Jet grumbled and cursed under his breath.

“What do you know?”

Jet stood up straight. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You shook your head. “I’m not happy with that answer.”

You both were at a standoff, watching each other carefully. You could see in Jet’s eyes that he was aware. Very aware of your past. It wouldn’t have been so bad if you initially told them. But now that the whole crew was possibly being tracked down at this moment, this was going to be a problem.

And yet, he still didn’t say anything.

“I lied.” You breathed. “But how was I supposed to know that I was tracked? If I knew any sooner, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

“You did.” His shoulders dropped. The disappointment that echoed within you stung. This was the last thing you ever wanted to do to a person that gave you shelter when you needed it most. “But syndicate children make great sharpshooters.”

“He’s disappointed in me, isn’t he? That’s why I haven’t seen him at all.” You confirmed. “Doesn’t want to look at my face.”

“Yes he is. I can’t speak for Spike, but he needs…” Jet trailed off, sighing. “I don’t know what he needs.”

Walking right by Jet, you sat in a chair, contemplating your actions. “He told me all about it, the syndicate he was a part of. All of the stuff he did, the things he saw. I did the same.”

“But you didn’t tell him flat out.” Jet replied, raising his eyebrows. “You let it sit there all this time until something happened.”

“I did.”

You completely fucked up. You deserved to be called out on your shit, your deception to those who trusted you most. You didn't have the courage to even say anything back to Jet, and it was going to feel hard to after this. How badly you wanted to disappear. Or start over fresh, tell them flat out so that you could have avoided this situation.

Jet looked at you, and then at the windows of the bridge. “Hey.”

You glanced up at him with teary eyes.

“You see that spot over there?” He pointed to the main window, a bench planted across for a view. “Over there was the first time I had learned anything from him. Of Spike’s past. Before, he never said anything, not a damn word. Then when our life was turning to shit, it just came out.”

You saw as Jet remimence over the memory, his face deep into the thought. “In that moment, (Y/n), I knew. Your past should’ve defined you, but guided you. You are who you are now. You can’t allow yourself to keep living this lie, or it’ll get you killed.”

The shot that hit you sends waves of emotional calm over yourself. It was a different perspective of what you felt just minutes before. “And I think that's what's bothering him too. To see you go through the same thing he did, it's hurting him bad.”

Ah man, another dagger in the heart.

“If I need to go, tell me.”

“I’m not going to kick you out, kid. That’s the last thing I want to do.” Crossing his arms, Jet’s face softened. “Now I knew this conversation was going to happen sooner than later, and yes it does make me upset. But I am not that kind of person to do that. Now what I want you to do is to talk to him, hear him out.”

“You’re right.” You sniffled. “Even with a hit on your head you still want me here?”

He shrugged. “Had worse on me. For all we know, they may have given up on getting back at us.”

Shaking your head, you bit down on your lip. There was no way in heaven or hell that Jo was going to give up so easily on you. When she wanted to finish a job, it was going to get done regardless. This was going to get so much worse.

“Jo doesn’t give up. Without a doubt in my mind she is going to hunt us until the day she dies.” You felt defeated again. Everything that was together not even two weeks ago was now falling apart. Dumb to think that you can have some clarity in your life for once, you thought. “I really don’t know what to do.”

“(Y/n), you know this person inside and out. You’ve looked into her mind, you've done her deeds. So follow that path and get that brain of yours working.” Jet popped on you. In a sense, this is exactly what you needed. A shove back into reality instead of giving up. Your hole of despair had to be put on hold until you were going to figure out what to do. “To find the solution, you have to look at the pattern.”

You nodded. “I needed that, thank you. But what am I looking for?”

“What you seek. What you've always been looking for.” Jet turned the console back on and refreshed the holo computer. “Use this, it's faster than what I’m using.”

Taking this new opportunity in your hands, you sat in the chair and began searching away. You opened the file that contained everything that Jet had accumulated over the time you were knocked out.

“What did you think of my shades?” You pulled up a picture of yourself.

“Think they look rather cool, real cool.” Jet flashed you a smile, reassuring you of your place on the Bebop, and a bonafide hunter in the system.

- 

Spike set the Swordfish on cruise, debating on if he should bring himself back to the Bebop or not. His fingers hung loosely around the handlebars, and flexed them lightly. He still hadn’t made up his mind. He did forgive you, silently. And in his mind, not out loud or to your face.

Why was this so hard?

He wasn’t good at apologies or sentimental thoughts that were spoken. It was a “sorry” or “my bad”, and they just accepted it as it was. That was the most people could get out of him. But when it comes to forgiveness? It was an easy option to move on and forget it all happened. This was different.

You both weren’t that different, either. You were both songs of the same tune. Was it because he thought he knew everything about you, and now he didn’t, or that you lied until it was too late..? Christ, he didn’t know.

He sighed in frustration as he circled the airspace once again. As usual when he went missing, an occasional transmission from Jet would come every so often. Even if he was mad at Spike, he still had to make sure the angry bastard was still okay. Common courtesy, no matter what.

The last transmission was in the afternoon, a little after two o’clock. But the sky had dimmed well into evening, and there was the faintest bit of light. Nothing from Jet. Or from you.

No transmission from you.

That puts a greater stress on the situation. Did you know that he knows? If he were to return to the Bebop, what would he be coming back to, he thought. Hoping for a calm approach was out of the question had it involved Faye, so this could be different. Tense, but speaking bluntly and calmly. He just want reassurance, quiet, peaceful-

Transmission incoming. The tag read from you.

Spike’s stomach leaped. The beeps grew loud as he contemplated accepting the message. His hand hovered over, quietly debating. Finally, he pressed the button to accept.

“Yo.” It was all he could say.

You cleared your throat. “Hi.” It wasn't hard to hear the emotion you tried to hide in your voice. “Where are you?”

“Umm, I’m out. Somewhere close, though.”

The pause was great.

“Can we talk when you get back?”

“Yes.” Spike answered immediately.  

“Yes?” You replied to Spike, in a way relieved that he was wanting to talk to you. It had gnawed at you for the entire day, and you were so ready to get it over with.

“Uh-huh.” He hummed, hearing the roar of his engine as it accelerated back to the ship. “See you soon.”

You cut the transmission before you could say “I love you.” Didn’t seem appropriate right now, even though you wanted to say it so bad. It hurt to not say it to Spike.

After your confession to Jet, you had been on and off crying thinking of all that had transpired. Your fears came back to one hurtful possibility, and that was separating yourself from Spike.

The tears that poured from your eyes could’ve made oceans and lakes. As best he could, Jet passed you tissues any time a sniffle or hiccup of sadness came from your direction. How long that Spike had known, and was letting it fester inside. Reminding yourself of being responsible for it, it only made you cry even more. But it was your mind that was made up that hurt the most. The many plans you had made when Jet wasn’t looking.

What made this all worse was the research you did make.

Locations, names. All were at your fingertips. Something had to be done about it. But in your busy head, there wasn’t a clear answer as to what to do.

He was going to see you soon. He was going to be here. In front of you, to talk about it. Now it was time to wait a bit more, until the judgment was to come.

- 

As Spike closed the door to the rotating hull, Jet was waiting opposite.

“I have someone waiting on me.” Spike said as he walked off.  

“Sure, but I need to tell you something before you do.” Jet replied, still planted where he was. Stopping, Spike listened.

“I had never seen a girl so in love with someone before until I talked to (Y/N) today. Never experienced it, and probably never will. There’s a lot to lose. Remember that.”

Spike couldn’t walk off fast enough. Even when he was lied to, how fast he wanted to be in your arms and melted into you. But he couldn’t. There was a truth that needed to be shared.

Grabbing the handle of the door to the bridge, he pushed it to the side and stepped in. The illumination from the console lit the bridge, with no other light source. Walking slowly, he gazed longingly at the outline of you looking out into the city. Your soft hair, the curve of your shoulders and hips. He could see you.

His heel clicked against the metal as he took another step. You turned quickly, worried eyes resting on the source of the noise. Finally, he stopped in front of you, hands in pockets.

“I..I need to explain myself.”  

Spike eyes honed in on your down appearance. It wasn’t hard to notice your puffy eyes or red nose. “Okay.”

“I wasn’t honest with you. I lied about who I really was, and my life.” You began. “There shouldn’t be an excuse at all. And..and I think I did it to get away from it all, that way of living. Had I known it would’ve gotten to this point, I would have never..”

You threw your arms around, gesturing to the ship as a whole.

“Every second I spent there was a what if. What if I was going to die today, what if I lost my place with Jo. It was going to kill me if I didn’t leave.” You muttered, wincing at the memory. “Before she could do anything, I left.”

The image of your daring escape from the clutches of Red Jack’s flooded back into your mind. Early morning, with a small wallet full of credits and the clothes on your back. The breeze on your face as your feet carried you to the nearest transport station. An alias given, and finally, out of Yun and away from Mars.

While floating with many other souls in space, you remembered your tears of relief. Absolutely free. You could breathe again without question of loyalty or argument.

Just when you were out, you were pulled right back in.

“Dammit, I should’ve told you. I should’ve told you sooner.” You repeat yourself, holding your body closely. “I’m so sorry, Spike. I truly am.”

At this point, you couldn’t hold in your tears at all. How pathetic you looked, blubbering mess begging for forgiveness. You were beyond terrified of losing his love, losing him. You didn’t want the one good thing that has ever happened to you in your life to leave you.

Through dim lights, you could feel his eyes gaze into you. “S-say something, please.” You begged. Please, I can’t stand this silence.

“You’re right. You should’ve told me from the beginning.” Spike began. “But its…understandable.”

You nodded softly.

“You’re the only person I ever really told about who I was before this.” He said lowly. “Why couldn’t you just tell me?”

“A-at the time, I was living low. Or so I thought.” You mumbled. “I really thought they had forgotten all about me. Who they were looking for didn’t exist anymore. She was just a thing of the past.”

“And they still found her.”

You sat defeated in the double seat at the head of the bridge. “I didn’t try hard enough to disappear.”

Spike sat next to you, keeping a short distance. “You didn’t. But how else was I supposed to see you?”

You huffed softly. It surprised you. In a moment where you thought you were about to lose everything, how simple a sentence could wipe that feeling away.

“If I put a different spotlight on, it would be easier.” You replied back. “Could’ve revealed who I really was sooner.”

“But this is you.”

You glanced at Spike, shaking your head. “No. Its not.”

How you looked in the mirror at yourself after a “situation” that had to be dealt with with Red Jack’s. Many times this would happen. Blood splattered on your face, gun still hot in your holster. Eyes blank as you stared at yourself. The face of an enforcer, a killer. Judge and executioner.

That who you felt you really were.

You felt two soft hands gently nudge your body. Turning you to face him, Spike’s hold on you was still. You didn’t know what was about to happen. You didn’t want to know what he was going to say. It was going to hurt either way.

“Whoever you think is the real you, it isn’t. People change, (Y/N). Sometimes for the better. You took the bigger step to leave the life you thought you knew. It’s hard to do. Most can’t come to terms with the thought.” He stated, voice low. “But you did.”

You nodded.

“I wasn’t honest either with Jet. I wanted to keep what I was a secret, out of sight and mind.” He confessed. “I think that’s why I’m not as upset. It's because I’ve been down the road and I did the same thing. Hypocritical of me to judge.”

“Its going to be hard to forgive me.”

Spike shook his head. “I already have forgiven you. But I need you to listen to me.” His hands trailed from your arms to the frame of your face, allowing you to see him. “I need to trust you. You need to trust me. If we are going to make this work, it has to be that way. No more secrets or lies.”

“No more secrets or lies.” You repeated back, taking Spike’s words to your head, cementing it deep to never forget. “I really don’t want to lose you.”

“You never will.” He replied, kissing your forehead softly. His lips lingered, sending another bout of relief throughout your body. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” You sighed, placing your hand over his.

You both sat on the bridge for an eternity. Silent, except the deep thumps of your hearts beating and a shuffle as you made yourself comfortable in Spike’s arms. There was nothing spoken, but it wasn’t awkward. Nothing needed to be said. Spike held on as tightly as you did.

Your head rested on Spike’s chest. The future brought uncertainty. It still plagued your mind. In the moment where you should’ve felt safe, a pang of dread was in your side. You had to protect your new home somehow. Your home was Spike, but it wasn’t only him.

It was Jet.

It was Faye.

It was Ein and Ed.

You looked up at Spike, not surprised to see the man you loved deep in thought. Was he thinking the same thing as you? Your plan that you put on the backburner was set aflame once more. This home you have, the one you prayed and begged for, was going to be fought until the end. Seeing it, you would give anything to keep it safe.

“Spike?”

“Hmm?”

“If something happens, are you with me? By my side?”

You felt the intake of breath from Spike.

“Until the very end. I’ll always be with you.”

[themculibrary]

Vormir Masterlist

A less than quiet night on Vormir (ao3) - Webtrinsic M, 2k

Summary: Strange manages to locate the soul stones whereabouts, meaning Peter, Tony, and Strange must take the donut ship to Vormir where a sacrifice must be made.

A Long, Long Time (ao3) - TheEyeOfRa G, 3k

Summary: Having returned all the other Infinity Stones to their rightful places, Steve Rogers has one stone left: the Soul Stone. On Vormir, he takes this chance to pay his last respects to a fallen comrade, only to reunite with an old enemy…

Falling (ao3) - AMidnightDreary loki/tony T, 1k

Summary: Tony and Loki on Vormir.

falling. (ao3) - letthesongtakeflight G, 459

Summary: Natasha is falling down a cliff on Vormir. Good thing she’s no stranger to falling.

As she falls, she remembers.

finally (ao3) - buries bucky/natasha M, 116

Summary: James goes back for Natasha.

Find a Life (ao3) - shaneequa peggy/steve G, 1k

Summary: Steve returns the soul stone in Vormir, and nobody read the fine print. (a FixIt! With Natasha coming back from Vormir).

Fitzsimmons Vormir AU (ao3) - mirrorballwritings leo/jemma G, 704

Summary: Fitz and Simmons find themselves on vormir, with the fate of half the universe lingering in their hands.

Hearts We Leave Behind - Vormir Alternate Ending (ao3) - elysianrogue (l_ecrivain) G, 1k

Summary: Clint, his son Cooper and Natasha make their way to Vormir to retrieve the soul stone only to learn one of them must sacrifice themself to save the world.

It's Okay (ao3) - ReconditeAgony T, 1k

Summary: They have stuck together as best friends for years but now, one of them has to make the sacrifice to achieve the ultimate goal. Even despite the solemn matter, they know it'll be okay in the end.

Lay Me Down On A Bed Of Roses (ao3) - The_Mishamigo N/R, 1k

Summary: Peter survives the snap, but can he survive Vormir? And what does that mean for the final battle?

missed me, agent romanoff? (ao3) - nctaliaromanova natasha/tony G, 759

Summary: “What did you do?” Natasha shook her head in feigned disappointment, albeit in relief. “Nothing less than you did.” He replied, giving a sad smile.

My Soul (To Be A Part Of Me) (ao3) - WeAlwaysShare T, 1k

Summary: AU In which Peter survives the snap and he winds up with Tony in Vormir.

Natasha Survives Vormir (ao3) - East_Of_Akkala T, 2k

Summary: Natasha brings news home to the Bartons after the Time Heist. A snapshot of a universe that could have been.

The Last Soul on Vormir (ao3) - DocWordsmith G, 5k

Summary: Vormir: A remote barren planet at the very center of celestial existence within the Universe. And not one other soul to be found. It's almost enough to make Nebula return to the jet and abandon her foolhardy idea. Almost. A one-shot, in which Nebula travels to Vormir, talks to Red Skull, and is faced with an important decision.

Vormir has a Life-Saving Return Policy (ao3) - MalevolentLighthouse G, 100

Summary: Steve returns the soul stone to Vormir.

Vormir: Reimagined (ao3) - fracturedroses T, 1k

Summary: In which Steve and Natasha are the pair sent to Vormir.

we held heaven in our hands for days (ao3) - buries steve/natasha T, 1k

Summary: When Steve returns the Soul Stone to Vormir, Vormir decides to give him someone in return.

What if Peter and Tony Went to Vormir? (ao3) - SpiderFan T, 1k

Summary: In this Marvel Universe, Peter Parker survives the snap and helps the Avengers retrieve the Infinity Stones from other times. Peter accompanies Tony Stark to Vormir and they battle over who will jump.

[broke-bruce-wayne]

Part 2, because apparently tumblr has a limit to how many links you can have in a post. Albums under the cut

Day 101: Broken Machine - Nothing But Thieves (3/5) Day 102: Cheat Codes - Danger Mouse & Black Thought (4.75/5) Day 103: But Here We Are - Foo Fighters (5/5) Day 104: What's Going On - Marvin Gaye (5/5) Day 105: Birdie - Slaughter Beach, Dog (4.5/5) Day 106: Home, Like Noplace Is There - The Hotelier (5/5) Day 107: And In the Darkness, Hearts Aglow - Weyes Blood (4.5/5) Day 108: The Age of Pleasure - Janelle Monae (4/5) Day 109: Rising - Rainbow (4.75/5) Day 110: Wheel - Laura Stevenson (4.25/5) Day 111: Diary - Sunny Day Real Estate (4.75/5) Day 112: Ice, Death, Planets, Lungs, Mushrooms and Lava - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard (4.5/5) Day 113: The Brightest Day - Origami Angel (4.75/5) Day 114: Disraeli Gears - Cream (4.5/5) Day 115: The New Abnormal - The Strokes (4.75/5) Day 116: Nothing Feels Good - The Promise Ring (4.25/5) Day 117: Unison Life - Brutus (4/5) Day 118: Life Under the Gun - Militarie Gun (4.25/5) Day 119: Remain in Light - Talking Heads (5/5) Day 120: Hozier - Hozier (3.5/5) Day 121: Blossom - Frank Carter and the Rattlesnakes (4.25/5) Day 122: The Now Now and Never - What is your Name? (4/5) Day 123: Fountain Baby - Amaarae (4.25/5) Day 124: Souvlaki - Slowdive (3.75/5) Day 125: Astoria - Marianas Trench (3.25/5) Day 126: While of Unsound Mind - Nouns (3.5/5) Day 127: Pity Boy - Mal Blum (4.5/5) Day 128: Bothered/Unbothered - JER (4/5) Day 129: Gag Order - Kesha (4/5) Day 130: DS2 - Future (3.75/5) Day 131: Diamonds and Rust - Joan Baez (4.25/5) Day 132: Live the Dream - Ramshackle Glory (4.75/5) Day 133: The Loser - Gospel (5/5) Day 134: The Ballard of Darren - Blur (4/5) Day 135: In the Court of the Crimson King - King Crimson (4.25/5) Day 136: Goodbye Cool World - Bomb the Music Industry! (4.75/5) Day 137: Mercurial World - Magdalena Bay (4.25/5) Day 138: Expert in a Dying Field - The Beths (5/5) Day 139: The Loveliest Time - Carly Rae Jepsen (5/5) Day 140: Different Class - Pulp (4/5) Day 141: Marquee Moon - Television (5/5) Day 142: Coming Home - Faye Wong (4/5) Day 143: Prince Daddy & the Hyena - Prince Daddy & the Hyena (4.5/5) Day 144: The Whaler - Home Is Where (3.5/5) Day 145: Donuts - J Dilla (3.75/5) Day 146: Knife Man - AJJ (4.25/5) Day 147: Little Girl Blue - Nina Simone (4.25/5) Day 148: Sometimes, Forever - Soccer Mommy (3/5) Day 149: Sundial - Noname (N/A) Day 150: You're Living All Over Me - Dinosaur Jr. (5/5)

Day 151: The Show - Lucky Tapes (4/5) Day 152: Berlin - Kadavar (4.25/5) Day 153: God's Country - Chat Pile (4.25/5) Day 154: Only Constant - GEL (4/5) Day 155: Forever Changes - Love (4.5/5) Day 156: The Nashville Sound - Jason Isbell (5/5) Day 157: Chemical Miracle - Trophy Eyes (3.25/5) Day 158: God Don't Make Mistakes - Conway the Machine (4.5/5) Day 159: No Joy - Spanish Love Songs (4.25/5) Day 160: Marely Barch - Barely March (4.75/5) Day 161: Sultans of Sentiment - The Van Pelt (4/5) Day 162: Hellmode - Jeff Rosenstock (5/5) Day 163: Enola Gay - Asia Menor (4.75/5) Day 164: 5AM - Amber Run (3/5) Day 165: Re-Animator - Everything Everything (3.75/5) Day 166: Hostile Architecture - Ashenspire (4.25/5) Day 167: Guts - Olivia Rodrigo (3.25/5) Day 168: Either/Or - Elliott Smith (4.25/5) Day 169: Electric Century - Electric Century (2.75/5) Day 170: Orange Rhyming Dictionary - Jets to Brazil (4.75/5) Day 171: God Save the Animals - Alex G (3/5) Day 172: The Land is Inhospitable and So are We - Mitski (4.25/5) Day 173: Aja - Steely Dan (4.75/5) Day 174: Preacher's Daughter - Ethel Cain (3.75/5) Day 175: Boxer - The National (4.5/5) Day 176: Cave World - Viagra Boys (4.75/5) Day 177: Cheap Grills - Sincere Engineer (4.75/5) Day 177 Bonus: Crying, Laughing, Waving, Smiling - Slaughter Beach, Dog (4.75/5) Day 178: Unknown Pleasures - Joy Division (4.75/5) Day 179: Make Room - Destroy Boys (4.25/5) Day 180: Night Time, My Time - Sky Ferreira (3.75/5) Day 181: Win & Lose - Chinese Football (4.5/5) Day 182: Sit Down for Dinner - Blonde Redhead (3.75/5) Day 183: Hounds of Love - Kate Bush (4.25/5) Day 184: Moveys - Slow Pulp (3.25/5) Day 185: No Division - Hot Water Music (4.5/5) Day 186: Where the Heart Is - Sweet Pill (4.25/5) Day 187: Javelin - Sufjan Stevens (5/5) Day 188: Curtis - Curtis Mayfield (4.75/5) Day 189: Little Oblivions - Julien Baker (3.75/5) Day 190: Somewhere at the Bottom of the River Between Vega and Altair - La Dispute (5/5) Day 191: We're Not Here to Be Loved - Fleshwater (4.5/5) Day 192: Some of it Was True - The Menzingers (4.25/5) Day 193: Disintegration - The Cure (4.75/5) Day 194: Meth Wax - Meth Wax (4/5) Day 195: Full Collapse - Thursday (4.5/5) Day 196: White Trash Revelry - Adeem the Artist (4.75/5) Day 197: One More Time... - blink 182 (4.75/5) Day 198: Spiderland - Slint (4.5/5)

Day 199: Under Soil and Dirt - The Story So Far (4.5/5) Day 200: Rock 'n' Roll on the New Long March - Cui Jian (4.75/5)

2023 Album a Day Masterpost

I'm going to try and listen to a new (to me) album every day (or at least every weekday), so consider this an open invitation to send me suggestions. Any genre, new or old.

Albums listened to below the cut

Enjoyability in parenthesis

Day 1: you'll be fine - Hot Mulligan (3.5/5) Day 2: Long Lost - Lord Huron (4.5/5) Day 3: Goodnight Paradise - Nightmare Club (4/5) Day 4: SOS - SZA (4.5/5) Day 5: Lies They Tell Our Children - Anti Flag (4/5) Day 6: The Stranger - Billy Joel (3.75/5) Day 7: Battle Born - The Killers (3/5) Day 8: Blue Rev - Alvvays (5/5) Day 9: Rush - Måneskin (2.75/5) Day 10: Axis: Bold as Love - The Jimi Hendrix Experience (4.5/5) Day 11: Rhombithian - Sincere Engineer (4.5/5) Day 12: Reckless - Bryan Adams (4/5) Day 13: Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe in You - Big Thief (4.75/5) Day 14: Let's Start Here. - Lil Yachty (4.5/5) Day 15: Arthur (or the Decline and Fall of the British Empire) - The Kinks (4.5/5) Day 16: Worry. - Jeff Rosenstock (5/5) Day 17: Beat the Champ - The Mountain Goats (4.75/5) Day 18: Ants from Up There - Black Country, New Road (4.5/5) Day 19: Anarchist Gospel - Sunny War (4.25/5) Day 20: Youth of America - Wipers (4.75/5) Day 21: I'm Not Getting Any Taller - Daisy the Great (3/5) Day 22: Future Nostalgia - Dua Lipa (4/5) Day 23: Diaspora Problems - Soul Glo (4.25/5) Day 24: This is Why - Paramore (4/5) Day 25: When the Pawn... - Fiona Apple (4.75/5) Day 26: The Lonesome Crowded West - Modest Mouse (5/5) Day 27: Neveroddoreven - I Monster (4/5) Day 28: Hellfire - black midi (4.75/5) Day 29: Desire Pathway - Screaming Females (4.5/5) Day 30: Sound of Silver - LCD Soundsystem (4/5) Day 31: Let My Children Hear Music - Charles Mingus (4.25/5) Day 32: Dhaani - Strings (4/5) Day 33: Little Green House - Anxious (4.25/5) Day 34: Cracker Island - Gorillaz (3.75/5) Day 35: Flower Boy - Tyler, the Creator (4.5/5) Day 36: The Head and the Heart - The Head and the Heart (4/5) Day 37: Tracy Chapman - Tracy Chapman (5/5) Day 38: See You in Chemistry - Carly Cosgrove (4.25/5) Day 39: Dogsbody - Model/Actriz (4.25/5) Day 40: Low - David Bowie (4.5/5) Day 41: Little Plastic Castle - Ani DiFranco(4.25/5) Day 42: Shmap'n Shmazz - Cap'n Jazz (4/5) Day 43: 40 oz to Fresno - Joyce Manor (4/5) Day 44: Oh Me Oh My - Lonnie Holley (4.25/5) Day 45: Bridge over Troubled Water - Simon & Garfunkel (4.75/5) Day 46: You're Gonna Miss It All - Modern Baseball (4.5/5) Day 47: Eau de VIXX - VIXX (4/5) Day 48: No Thank You - Little Simz (4.25/5) Day 49: Fantasy - M83 (3.75/5) Day 50: Pet Sounds - The Beach Boys (5/5)

Day 51: Moanin' - Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers (4.5/5) Day 52: Fortress - Miniature Tigers (4/5) Day 53: Sick! - Earl Sweatshirt (4.25/5) Day 54: So Much (for) Stardust - FOB (3/5) Day 54 Bonus: Memento Mori - Depeche Mode (4.25/5) Day 55: Close to the Edge - Yes (5/5) Day 56: Come In - Weatherday (4/5) Day 57: The Moon and Antarctica - Modest Mouse (5/5) Day 58: Baby - Petrol Girls (4.5/5) Day 59: The Record - Boygenius (3.5/5) Day 60: Loveless - My Bloody Valentine (4.75/5) Day 61: Mono - RM (3.75/5) Day 62: Glow On - Turnstile (4.25/5) Day 63: Un Verano sin Ti - Bad Bunny (4.5/5) Day 64: Rat Saw God - Wednesday (4.5/5) Day 65: Yankee Hotel Foxtrot - Wilco (5/5) Day 66: Rites of Spring - Tiger Really (4/5) Day 67: American Football (1999) - American Football (4.75/5) Day 68: Boat Songs - MJ Lenderman (4.75/5) Day 69: ...So Unknown - Jesus Piece (3.75/5) Day 70: Leviathan - Mastodon (4.75/5) Day 71: Sawayama - Rina Sawayama (4/5) Day 72: Brave Faces, Everyone - Spanish Love Songs (4.75/5) Day 73: Ugly Season - Perfume Genius (3.25/5) Day 74: Fuse - EBTG (3.5/5) Day 75: Horses - Patti Smith (4.5/5) Day 76: Pushing Daisies - Julie (4/5) Day 77: Get In Losers, We're Going to Eternal Damnation -Forests (4.25/5) Day 78: Lucifer on the Sofa - Spoon (3.25/5) Day 79: That! Feels! Good! - Jessie Ware (4.5/5) Day 80: Exile on Main St. - The Rolling Stones (4.5/5) Day 81: Somewhere City - Origami Angel (5/5) Day 82: El Camino - The Black Keys (4/5) Day 83: Skinty Fia - Fontaines D.C. (4.25/5) Day 84: Maps - Billy Woods & Kenny Segal (5/5) Day 85: Blue - Joni Mitchell (4.5/5) Day 86: Relationship of Command - At the Drive-In (5/5) Day 87: 濡れゆく私小説 - Indigo la End (4.25/5) Day 88: Formentera - Metric (4/5) Day 89: Why Would I Watch - Hot Mulligan (4.75/5) Day 90: In the Aeroplane Over the Sea - Neutral Milk Hotel (4.5/5) Day 91: Chet Baker Sings - Chet Baker (3.25/5) Day 92: Tigers Jaw - Tigers Jaw (4.25/5) Day 93: Ashley McBryde Presents: Lindeville - Ashley McBryde (4.75/5) Day 94: Seven Psalms - Paul Simon (3.5/5) Day 95: Let It Be - The Replacements (5/5) Day 96: The Weird and Wonderful Marmozets - Marmozets (4.5/5) Day 97: Joy as an Act of Resistance - IDLES (4.5/5) Day 98: Pool Kids - Pool Kids (4/5) Day 99: Scaring the Hoes - JPEGMAFIA x Danny Brown (4.25/5) Day 100: Fishmonger - Underscores (3/5)

[tempural]

OC october days 14-23:  Proph & Priest, the Angelraper band, and THE PENETRATORS.  

READ MORE LONG MEANDERING SHIT ON MY PILLOWFORT.

[clanoffelidae]

OH WE GOT ROCKS NOW

I WALK A LONELY ROAD

THE ONLY ONE THAT I HAVE EVER KNOWN

DON'T KNOW WHERE IT GOES

BUT IT'S HOME TO ME AND I WALK ALONE

[callsign-rockstar]

Rulebreaker - R. Floyd x fem reader (pt. 2)

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An ex-aviator has very strict rules with herself about dating pilots. She was still working with them though, and between her job as a flight analyst and strategist as well as being a waitress at the Hard Deck on weekends, she sees a lot of them. One night, however, a specific pilot draws her attention and she is on the brink of breaking the rules for him ;)

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pairing: robert 'bob' floyd x fem!ex-aviator

word count: 4.4k (i'm not sorry)

warnings: none, I think??

requested by: part 2 of a req

a/n: I really keep getting carried away writing for bob, but I still have a part 3 coming. also how cute does lewis look in that picture omg. hehehehe enjoy :)

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Walking into the office on Monday morning had Y/n holding her breath and hoping she wouldn’t bump into the pilot she’d met at the Hard Deck.

She had just had her morning coffee and was scheduled to go to Maverick’s morning brief to the students in order to go over the strategies they had worked on with them. Out of courtesy, she had brought in a donut and picked up another coffee for Maverick on the way to the classroom he was in. She hoped to catch him before the rest of the aviators got there so she would have time to cool down before inevitably seeing the one she could not get her mind off of.

“What a great morning to fly, Captain Mitchell! I brought you a little something to get you started” she greeted him, relieved to see an empty classroom before them both.

“Indeed it is, and thank you so much,” he said with a smile.

The pilots began to walk into the classroom, taking their places. By the way they were arranging themselves, Y/n could begin to tell what each of their motivations and intentions were here. She liked the ones that sat up at the front, ready to tackle anything headfirst. When she was back here as a student, she was one of them, bursting at the seams with anticipation at the opportunity of being in the cockpit of one of those jets.

“Good morning, aviators. For your second day of training, we’ll be maximizing the estimated flight conditions of your mission and using them to your advantage. We’ll begin at the mildest the conditions may look on the day-of and slowly progress until we’ve seen the most extreme it may get. I’m sure you all understand the importance of making the most of what you have in relation to the shape of your plane as well as the conditions that surround you,” said Pete. This was Y/n’s cue to begin speaking.

“Captain Mitchell and I have been working on the best ways to pilot this mission and how to train you for anything you might encounter on that day. My name is Y/n Y/l/n, and I will be working hand in hand with you all from the ground in order to make sure you know what to expect,” she said, looking around the room. That’s when, in the second row, she noticed the guy from the Hard Deck, making her heart race a little and her breath hitch. This was going to be a long three weeks.

“Captain Y/l/n,” corrected Maverick. “She was one of the best students I ever had.”

She just laughed and continued with the lesson.

Once it was over, the pilots were leaving to go get into their planes and take them out for a spin. The software that she had designed for them allowed the ways in which the conditions might be to affect the plane as if they were really happening. She was heading back to her office until she felt a hand around her wrist.

“Y/n, you should really come see them,” said Maverick.

“You’re inviting me to watch the practice?” She asked.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing. You can watch them take off from the runway and then you can go to the tower to monitor them. Come on, it’s really a sight to behold,” he said.

“Alright, Maverick,” she answered.

Saluting the pilots one by one as they walked out into the sun and towards their respective F-18s, Y/n couldn’t help but smile as she remembered back when she was one of them. The mysterious aviator she had taken a liking to smiled at her, and she could have sworn she saw a wink, too.

Maverick was right: this was a show and she was incredibly glad to be able to watch it from a front row seat and in its full glory. She had a pair of headphones on that allowed her to listen in on the conversations the pilots were having, but she wasn’t hearing many words, mainly just noises that G-forces always seemed to coax out of people. She laughed, slightly glad she wasn’t the one having to feel all that pressure.

Once the whole crew was grounded, she went back into her office and got some final work done before heading out for the evening. It was 5:00 and she was ready to just get back to her small but comfortable ocean front home. For her, it was more than enough as she really had made it into her home. 

The drive from the office was pretty uneventful, just the California sun beginning to hide beneath the horizon to go rise for someone else.

Slipping the keys into the lock, she pushed her front door open, she took off her shoes and left her purse hanging on the coat rack by the door. She also put her sunglasses down on the side table she had. She made her way into the bathroom, stepping into the shower and washing the day off of her. Once she was dressed in pijamas, she opened the sliding glass door to her small deck and backyard, listening intently to the crashing ocean waves that were right around the corner.

She then turned on her favorite show and cooked some dinner because she was starving. She was doing everything in her power to get rid of her feelings for a guy she didn’t even know the name of. She didn’t know his name because he hadn’t introduced himself. She could have found out by just asking or even looking at the sheet with the names of the pilots in the running to go on this mission. But not knowing his name was an attempt on her part to make him feel less real, more invisible. 

Knowing his name would turn him into a tangible being, a part of her life. One she really rather ignore. But after trying many times, she knew he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

The next day, she needed to go pick some things up from the Hard Deck during her lunch break as she had no time that week to meal prep and truthfully just wanted some of the Hard Deck’s famous ribs.

“Alright, I’m heading out to pick my food up. Does anyone need anything?” She asked while walking out of her office and as she was walking down the hallway. After a string of no, thank yous, she said goodbye and made her way to the parking lot. The offices had a direct exit to the staff spots but she had decided to take the long way in an attempt to catch the aviators in the air.

The offices were quiet, everyone was out on their lunch break and there were no classes in session for now. She was disappointed to look through the floor to ceiling windows in the classroom opposite the locker rooms and see all the F-18s parked in their hangars. This meant there was no one in the air and she wouldn’t get to see the pilots flying. Truthfully, this was one of the greatest classes she’d seen in a while. Maverick was very critical of the fact that no one was able to finish the mission on time, which also slightly concerned Y/n, but she saw all of their strengths and had a whole lot of faith in them.

She continued to walk, her gaze distracted by the runway. Then, she felt a slightly taller figure bump into her, shaking her out of her daydream.

“I’m so sorry,” the voice said. She looked up to see the very same aviator she had been crushing on and suppressing her feelings for. Shit. 

“No, it was really my fault, I was hoping to catch you guys in the air,” she said, trying to sound as confident and cool as possible. He seemed very nervous and it made her smile internally, knowing she had this effect on him after a quick run in was definitely an ego boost.

“I really need to be heading out, gotta go pick my lunch up,” she said with a smile, attempting to free herself of this conversation as soon as she could. She walked past him and didn’t turn back. She didn’t notice that he turned around to watch her walk away with a small smile on his face. His cheeks were turning red at the interaction, and for now, it was more than he could have asked for.

Once she had made it to the Hard Deck, it was pretty full. People were laughing and having lunch and the ambience put a big smile on her face.

“Hey Penny! Do you know if my things are ready?” She asked.

“They should be, the cooks held out until the last minute to make them so they’d be as hot as possible for you,” Penny said with a smile.

“Perfect! Thanks so much,” said Y/n, starting to make her way to the kitchen.

“Oh, wait! There was a guy looking for you last night. He was here with the rest of the pilots the other night. I just told him you weren’t working that night so unless you tell him you only work weekends then he might come back tonight,” Penny said.

Deep down, Y/n knew who it was. But she desperately wanted to believe that Penny was mistaken. She hoped that maybe Penny had confused him for someone else, that this mysterious pilot wasn’t as into her as she was into him. She sighed, a little worried and then retrieved her food, driving back to the office. Walking up the stairs to get to her favorite place in the office, she bumped into Maverick. 

“Captain! Care to join us for team building in a couple hours?” He asked with a smile.

“Depends on what kind of team building you’re talking about, Captain Mitchell,” she answered.

“Let’s just say it’s a little unconventional for a naval training exercise, but I think you’ll enjoy it. Meet us at the beach at 4:30,” he said with a smirk, leaving her to continue making her way to the rooftop terrace to eat.

The terrace was lonely, but the planes that flew overhead kept her enough company. She contemplated her options and ultimately decided to head down to the beach and have some fun. She wasn’t going to make it exactly at 4:30, she planned taking off a bit early and going back home to change and get to the beach at 4:45.

Once it was 4:30, she drove home. She was both excited to see the pilot she was crushing on and nervous to face him. She kept telling herself to not fall in love, trying hard to convince herself that it was nothing more than just thinking he was hot. There was nothing wrong with that, right? I mean, she thought many people were hot, so why not just one more?

She put on a floral pattern bikini, pulling a short white sundress over it as a cover up. She grabbed a beach bag and put a towel in it along with sunscreen and a couple other things that she deemed necessary. After filling up a water bottle, she walked out of her house, crossed the street, and made it to the beach. She could see a group of people talking about 20 feet away, so she walked until reaching them, seeing the faces take shape. By the way they were breathing heavily and sweating, she assumed that they had been here for a good amount of time before she was here. Probably even before the 4:30 mark. The first one she saw clearly was Maverick, who was waving at her and breaking away from the group to greet her.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you made it, I thought you had decided otherwise when you weren’t here at 4:30,” he said.

“Yea, well believe it or not, there are other things I need to do other than be here, hence me showing up 15 minutes late,” she said with a laugh. The two walked back toward the group and the pilots greeted Y/n, addressing her as captain because they didn’t know any better. To be honest, neither did she. Even though she had gone into the inactive reserve, she had also taken a position within the navy and she wasn’t sure whether she kept her rank or not. But it didn’t bother her at all when the lieutenants addressed her with her rank.

Bob kept seeing Maverick and Y/n together. They were in the classroom having coffee the day before, he talked to her and they were laughing before the pilots went up into the air, he had seen him talking to her that night at the Hard Deck, and they were approaching them together right now. He got worried because he knew they knew each other all the way back to when Y/n was still a student. Even though he felt he had no chance with her anyway, this whole Maverick thing was the final nail in the coffin. He thought they could be together and it would obviously be wrong for him to make a move on her.

The pilots began to play football, a very amusing pastime for Y/n. She was laughing from a chair set up in the sand, her eyes on the ball the whole time. Well, almost the whole time. The truth was that she kept staring at that aviator that she couldn’t quite get off her mind. Even with about 12 shirtless people in front of her, her eyes were still drawn to him. She laughed and cheered for him even though she didn’t know his name. She knew that his call sign was Bob, which she had to admit was a little strange considering the fact that everyone always wants the cool ones. He looked back at her and smiled, nearly running into another one of the pilots because he was distracted.

Maverick came to sit in the chair next to hers when suddenly, the sun was blocked by a certain Vice admiral who wanted to know what the hell the pilots were doing at the beach when they had less than three weeks to the mission. 

“Captain Maverick, what the hell are they doing?” He asked. The Vice admiral was trying his hardest to keep his cool, but Y/n could tell he was furious. Even though she had nothing to do with this, she felt the effects of Beau Simpson’s fury.

“Dogfight football, Vice admiral. It’s offense and defense at the same time,” he answered with a smile.

“Well, who’s winning?” He asked.

“I believe they stopped keeping score a long time ago,” Maverick replied, pushing his aviators up his nose and looking at them.

“And the purpose of this is?” Questioned Beau, starting to understand Mav’s vision and looking at the aviators.

“You needed a team? Well, there’s you’re team,” answered Pete.

Y/n couldn’t help but smile at the way Pete could get himself out of pretty much everything. The vice admiral knew there was no way to talk him out of this, so he just walked away and let them be.

The game restarted and Y/n went back to cheering for her pilot. By now she had pulled her sundress off, only in her bikini and a pair of sunglasses. She was laughing and smiling at all of them, but especially at Bob. 

Somewhere along the way, she was dragged into the game by Maverick. She felt a little bit intimidated, but once she got into it, she was a star. Though the physical fighting wasn’t her forte, she was great at sneaking past people and aiming. She was able to run past Hangman and snatch the ball from him multiple times which was very rewarding considering how cocky he could be. 

They were all laughing and everything was going amazing for her until she bumped into someone slightly taller than her and they were both on the ground in a matter of seconds. The ball, however, crossed the threshold and Y/n technically did score a point, earning a loud cheer.

“I am so so sorry,” she said, not yet noticing who was on the ground with her.

She had landed right on top of him, rolling to the side to make the situation a little less awkward. All that went out the window, though, because she looked at who was next to her. 

“Oh, uh, no need to be! It’s okay, really. I’m sorry, Captain Y/l/n,” he replied, turning red and shooting her a shy smile. Something told her that the red rising on his cheeks had nothing to do with the heat.

“Oh, please, call me Y/n, she said, getting up and extending her hand to him.

“I’m Robert, by the way, Robert Floyd,” he said, taking her hand.

“And your call sign is Bob?” she asked with a giggle.

“Uh, yea,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like it. It’s just a bit unusual, and I happen to like unusual,” she said, sensing his slight embarrassment. The rest of the aviators had gone for a water break, walking towards a cooler Maverick had been kind enough to prepare. This left both Bob and Y/n standing alone in the sand, with the ocean at their feet.

Bob couldn’t help but admire her figure, she was perfect. The fact that her hair was damp with ocean water and that her body was covered in a mix of water and sweat didn’t help, she just looked impossibly good. Her hair was falling out of the ponytail she had put it up in, framing her face. Truthfully, all he wanted to do was kiss her right then and there. But they barely knew each other, and she had only learned his name a mere minutes ago. Add to that the fact that he was still unsure whether she and Maverick were together. 

She wanted to kiss him, too. But it scared her. Once she kissed him, she wouldn’t be able to go back. She contemplated him, his beautiful face, the hair he’d worked so hard to maintain pristine now messed up. But he couldn’t look more perfect. She was biting her lip looking into the horizon, trying to not stare at him and make it obvious that she liked him. This only gave him a better chance of looking at her shamelessly. It was like one of those movies where you’re screaming at the television, screaming at the characters to kiss each other. But they’re oblivious as to how much they like each other and shy away from it.

“So, Cap- Y/n,” he began, correcting himself, “you work at the Hard Deck and Top Gun, huh?”

“Yea, Penny’s kinda like my aunt and I never seemed to be able to distance myself from the navy, even now when I’m in the inactive reserve. I just love everything to do with it, so I decided to work as a flight analyst and strategist instead of being up in the air all the time. I work weekends at the Hard Deck to help Penny out and because I just love it,” she said with a smile.

“That explains it,” muttered Bob under his breath, realizing that the reason he hadn’t seen her at the Hard Deck was that it wasn’t on the weekend..

“What was that?” asked Y/n.

“Oh, nothing, don’t worry about it,” said Bob. He was working up the courage to ask her on a date, but he felt very unsure. She seemed like such a confident person, like someone who knew what she wanted, and he honestly hoped the she would just make the first move.

“Tell me about yourself, Bob,” she said, hoping to get a feel for how he really was. He seemed like a really nice person, but she wasn’t willing to let her guard down after her experiences with pilots. She knew that it was unfair to put them all in the same box of being arrogant and eventually being bad people, but it was what seemed to work for her.

They made their way back to where the rest of the pilots were, grabbing sodas of their own while Maverick ran back to where Penny was and talked to her. Then, the group played for another 45 minutes and admired the sundown together.

“Never gets old, huh?” Said Y/n with a satisfied sign.

“It really doesn’t,” answered Bob from beside her, looking at her with a smile. She smiled back, turning around promptly after to head back to her house. Her figure was fading and getting farther away. She waved from afar and yelled her goodbyes while Bob watched hopelessly as she walked away from him. He waved back and sighed in defeat, regretting not having asked her out. In that moment, he decided he would be at the Hard Deck every weekend to talk to her.

Over the next few weeks, she saw him walking through the doors of the Hard Deck at 6:30 sharp, usually staying for hours leaning over the bar whenever she was attending there and sitting at the tables she frequented the most. Y/n was always the first one to take his orders and help him out so she had an excuse to talk to him.  Honestly, she was still unsure as to how this would turn out for her, but she decided to take a chance on him. It had been a long time since she’d dated a pilot or even thought about a relationship with one, so maybe things had changed. She really had warmed up to him, he showed up every Saturday and Sunday night and they had really gotten to know each other through those encounters. Plus, they saw each other a lot at the Top Gun offices and whenever she showed up as Maverick’s special guest to go over the strategies with the students. 

“Good evening, Lieutenant Floyd,” said Y/n as her favorite customer sat at the bar.

“Good evening, Captain Y/l/n,” he replied with a smile.

“Sunday night, before a mission, and you’re still here,” she said, amused at his dedication.

“What can I say? I wanted to come see my favorite waitress slash ex-aviator before I left,” he said, looking into her eyes with a gaze that she could barely resist.

She had quickly learned his favorite drink, so she prepared it for him, putting it right near his hand, fingers brushing with his. It kicked her heart rate up a little bit, and she smiled to herself. 

“To getting picked for the mission and making it out alive,” he said, raising his glass while still looking at her.

She sighed, remembering the other reason she was so reluctant to date pilots. There was an obvious danger that came with the profession, and it did make her nervous to commit to something that she could lose so easily. With a smile she nodded and went back to attending the other people at the Hard Deck. Over the course of the three weeks Bob had been coming to visit her, she had also gotten a taste for his clothing style. At first, it was the predictable outfits like polos and light colored pants, or colorful button ups, but tonight he was wearing something that was definitely out of the ordinary. His black leather jacket was hanging over the back of the chair and a couple buttons of his white shirt were undone. The change was definitely not unwelcome, in fact, Y/n could barely keep her eyes off him.

It was starting to get late, and though Bob would usually stay until much later, tonight was different. He had to be awake very early the next day to be transported to the carrier and whatnot, so he was getting ready to go.

“Well, Y/n, I better get going. Don’t wanna be too tired tomorrow morning,” he said. Deep down, he didn’t want to leave, he wanted to stay forever in the Hard Deck, even when everyone was gone and the sun rose over the horizon one more time. He would have given anything to stay with her, to have the world progress around them and leave the two frozen in time together. 

“Ok, Bob. Hey! Good luck,” she said, grabbing his hand without giving it too much thought. They smiled at each other and things were just right for a moment, eyes conveying the words neither of them could say.

He was walking out of the bar, and life was going in slow motion. She wanted to run to him and confess that she liked him. She wanted to tell hime everything and go with him wherever he was.

She was thinking hard. 

I shouldn’t. Should I? Maybe it isn’t such a bad idea. Maybe I should. 

He was already outside, on the sidewalk. Her mind suddenly cleared.

I have to do this.

She ran out of the Hard Deck and Bob was walking away like a ghost into the night.

“Bob!” She yelled. He turned around, a little bit confused, but his expression quickly changed when he saw who it was. This was it, she was making her move. And he was not about to let this moment go to waste. They met each other halfway, right by the side of the building. The moon was high in the sky and the waves were crashing on the sand behind them.

“I need to do this, for myself, for the sake of living with no regrets,” she said, steadying herself and taking a deep breath.

She looked up at him and leaned in for the kiss she had been wanting ever since the first night she saw him. He was shocked for a second, he couldn’t believe his luck! And then, he kissed her back, putting his hand on her face and his other arm around her waist.

They eventually separated, gasping for air and laughing a little. Their foreheads were leaning against one another.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to do that,” he whispered into the night. She smiled and pecked his lips one more time.

“That, my dear lieutenant, was for good luck,” she answered with a smile.

“Now you really oughta get going,” she said, trying to get away from him before she said anything she could potentially regret.

“If you say so, captain. I’m going to miss you,” he answered, pulling away from her. 

While his fading figure walked away, she stared and only hoped he would come back to her in a couple weeks.

“I’m going to miss you too,” she said. But only the night heard her, as it consumed her whisper and wisps of wind whisked it away to a place she would never know.

[presidentbungus]

sniper

sniper's always been a lone wolf, always always, all the way back to primary school, when he would look around outside of himself and see his supposed peers beating each other to shit in the courtyard. the inevitable conclusion that he was different didn't take long to reach. when he came down from the old oak that overlooked the blacktop where wrestling matches ran out their horrible course every recess, he'd be swarmed by kids lookin' to teach the runt a lesson, or kids wondering why he did nothing but sit on his own and feel sorry for himself--or, on the worst of days, when everybody else was focused on each other, nobody would come at all. obviously he decided there was nowhere for him to fit in. what else would he think? whatever great force that willed him into being for its own sadistic pleasure decided he would be alone, forever, and that's just fine. nothing to be done about it. so he honed his aim in his slingshot, bouncing rocks off kid's heads and stomachs to start fights on the playground, and he filled the cavernous hole inside of him with the sun and the dust and the harsh, violent beauty of the outback, which to be honest had captivated him from the start. his dad taught him to shoot when he was twelve and maybe there was no going back after that. if there was no place for him among others, there certainly was under the simmering heat, crouched in the shrubs with a camp splayed out behind him, firing into the distance. no time or reason to think, just feeling. like all the dust and the sun and the blood became part of him, and he became a part of it, and the haze he went into when he went in never really shook until he left. he dropped out of high school as soon as he could--his parents didn't like it, but to hell if they could stop him, and he spent three long years out there, only stopping by a rest stop or two every few months to resupply.

one blazing day, swinging by a petrol station to get some beer, canned food and a few dozen rolls of powdered-sugared mini donuts he was stopped in the back by a bloke who told him he could make some real good cash putting those shooting skills to use on something a little bigger than game. and he didn't ask questions--partly because he hadn't really held a proper conversation in weeks, and partly because for just a second he had a flash of an image of him finally being able to send a check or two home to his parents so they could finally get that patio extension or skylight or whatever they'd been harping about for the better part of a few years. (he considered himself above it by now, but he still had two homes--the one in the outback, and the other decaying little shack where the only two people in the world he wouldn't kill sat playing go fish and waiting for him to make something of himself). turns out killing people actually ain't that hard--a little extra care where you nest, sure, but at the end of the day it's still just point-'n-shot. even when his work took him out of australia, on rumbling vans and jets with complimentary full-stock bars, that hole inside of him had no chance to empty--he just turned around and replaced home with work, and money, and all the breathlessness of the hunt. the haze never had much time to lift, and at some point a switch clicked for him that he would do anything to keep feeling like this. in the moment, no past or future, just--perpetually taking a shot, adrenaline searing through his entire body. no time to look inside, at everything eating away at him. only outward. a simple part of something unimaginably greater. why had he not been doing this all along?

and, of course, a job goes awry once in a while--shot twice in the leg, once in his right foot, left bleeding out in the street under familiarly blistering sun, and he was arrested with his (illegally obtained) rifle swung off his back, and then he was laying on a bench staring at the ceiling of his jail cell with a crutch leaning against the foot that still throbs with agony every time he thought about it.

the window in the cell, a tiny barred slat near the ceiling, only really let in enough light to cover most of his face if he knelt in the middle of the cell. the guards that pass by must've thought he was praying, or something. maybe he was crazy. the light was warm and it felt like home, and he didn't really want to acknowledge that he was once again alone with himself, once again trying furiously to recapture a fleeting glimpse of what was--hiding in memories and brief feelings from the truth, the steep dark inevitability of everything, stalking along the edges of his mind.

when the shelia in purple swung by with her little contract preaching about a way out, sniper remembered that shitty petrol station--the bloke in the trucker hat, rifle swung heavy across his back, where everything started. he didn't have to think for a second.