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section-chief-prentiss · 2 months

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Love Story

Summary: You and Emily both propose on the same day during your vacation.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss/Reader

Word Count: 1986

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You closed your eyes, letting the salty ocean air fill your lungs. One arm rested on the balcony railing outside the hotel room you shared with your girlfriend, Emily, who was fast asleep inside.

In the two years you’d been with Emily, this was the first vacation you’d taken together, and you couldn’t resist the idea of watching the sunrise at least once on this trip.

So you’d dragged yourself out of bed, still in your pajamas, and stood at the edge of your balcony, waiting for the initial whispers of sunrise to appear. Emily had never been an early riser, so you knew better than to wake her.

When you opened your eyes, you could faintly spot, where the sky kissed the ocean, hints of orange and yellow. You were so mesmerized by the sight that you didn’t hear your love walking up behind you until she spoke.

“Hey, you,” Emily said, wrapping her arms around your torso and setting her head on your shoulder. “What on Earth are you doing awake at this hour?”

You giggled. “I wanted to watch the sunrise. You can go back inside; I’ll come back to bed after.”

Emily nestled deeper against your shoulder and hummed. “I’m okay right here.”

As profilers with the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit, time off wasn’t easy to come by—especially for two of you at a time.

Fortunately, the team’s caseload lightened up in time for you to take a week off, right around your second anniversary, and with it being January and miserable in DC, your destination was an easy choice—Hawaii.

Emily, ever the world traveler, knew of an amazing resort on the beach in Oahu, so you left the planning in her hands.

You had your own agenda for this trip. And today was the day.

As the sun rose higher, yellows and oranges won their battle against the dark blue sky, making way for light blues and pinks.

The air was humid, and getting warmer with the sunrise, but you had never felt so content.

“It’s beautiful,” Emily murmured. You nodded in agreement.

You knew after three months of dating that Emily was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. But you only got one chance at a proposal with your dream girl, so planning proved to be more difficult than anticipated. And while you considered your BAU team your family, you knew that if you told any of them, the secret would be out within an hour. So confiding in them was, unfortunately, not an option.

As soon as the trip was booked, you knew this was your opportunity. Buying the ring was easy; you’d both known what you wanted and had openly discussed it almost the entire time you’d been together. Hiding the ring was harder—you had to move it every few days in case Emily decided to snoop.

She always had a sense for secrets and sniffing them out.

You blamed yourself for falling in love with a profiler.

“What do you want to do today?” Emily unwrapped her arms from you, and as soon as her touch was gone, you missed it. She took her place next to you, leaning against the balcony railing.

With vacations being so rare for you both, you’d decided together that you didn’t want to plan too much and overbook yourselves. Instead, you made a few dinner reservations and left it at that.

“Seems like a good day for the beach,” you said, nodding at the so-far empty beach below you. It wouldn’t be that way for long, you knew. But you weren’t in a hurry.

“Whatever you want,” Emily smiled. “But first… back to bed?”

You took your girlfriend’s hand with a smile of your own. “Whatever you want.”

***

Some time later, you and Emily were perched in lounge chairs on the beach. At first, you weren’t sure if you remembered how to relax, but laying back on a chaise in your favorite swimsuit next to your favorite person in the world—you remembered.

Your only request when Emily planned this trip was that one of your dinner reservations was on your second night. The first night you knew you’d be too tired from the travel, but you wanted to propose at the beginning of your trip so you could spend the rest of your time off celebrating.

But the more time you spent on the beach, the more you started to look at your phone, wondering how early was too early to start getting ready. You wanted to look nice but not so nice that you’d make Emily suspicious, and finding that balance wasn’t going to be a short endeavor.

You opened your mouth to ask what time your reservation was—even though you’d engrained the time in your memory—when Emily spoke up first.

“We should head back soon if we want to make our reservation,” she paused. “If that’s alright.”

“Is it that time already?” you asked, forcing nonchalance in your voice. To aid in your ruse, you glanced at your phone for the tenth time in the last half hour. “Yeah, let’s head back.”

You tossed your towel around your waist and headed back to the room in a comfortable silence.

Your hair took longer than Emily’s to style, so you mutually agreed to let you shower first—fighting the urge to ask Emily to just shower with you, but you couldn’t afford the time you would lose—and took the time to run through what you wanted to say when you proposed.

Your reservation was early enough that you hoped to walk back on the beach during sunset, and that’s when you would get on one knee and ask her to be your wife.

It would be perfect; you were confident.

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You paused in front of the full-length mirror, appraising yourself. Your hair was curled and half-up—the beach was windy earlier, and you didn’t want to be eating your hair when you proposed. Your makeup was light, and you’d decided on a black romper. You’d packed a few sun dresses just in case, but you didn’t want to flash anyone when you got on one knee.

How did people do this? Your palms sweat just thinking about what was coming.

Across your body, you had a simple black bag, just big enough for your phone, wallet, and ring case.

As soon as you’d dressed, you’d thrown the bag over your shoulder and kept it close. The last thing you needed was Emily throwing her phone in your purse—something she often did, as she didn’t usually like to carry her own bag—and stumbling across the ring box.

But when your beautiful girlfriend stepped out of the bathroom—her raven hair curled and bangs perfectly styled, dressed in a skin-tight red dress that took your breath away—she had a similar black cross-body slung over her own shoulder.

In hindsight, that should’ve been the first clue of many. But you were too preoccupied with your own secret to pick up on hers.

“Stunning,” you breathed, leaning forward to kiss your love.

“I know you are,” her mouth smiling against your own, “but how do I look?”

You giggled, heart bursting. It took all of your willpower to not take out the ring box right then and get this whole thing over with.

But she deserved a proposal more special than one in a hotel room, so you bit your tongue.

“Ready to go?”

She nodded. “Ready when you are.”

You laced your fingers through hers and followed her out of the room and through the hotel’s doors.

“I thought we’d walk, take the scenic route, since we have some time,” Emily said. “The beach will take us right to the restaurant.”

Your heart skipped a beat. If you took the beach on the way there, would she think twice about you requesting the same on the way home?

No, you thought. What she’ll find weird is if you say no right now.

So you swallowed your panic and pressed a smile across your features. “Whatever you want, love.”

She squeezed your hand and took the lead.

“Are you having a nice time?” Emily asked. You weren’t sure if you were just projecting your feelings onto her, but did she sound… nervous?

“I could stay here forever,” you answered. “I don’t know how we can go back to winter in DC after this.”

“You’ll be ready to get back to work by the time vacation is over,” she said with a wink. “I know you too well.”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you sang. “I think I could stay here forever with you and be perfectly happy.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

You opened your mouth to suggest honeymooning here, but caught yourself before you gave yourself away completely.

Instead, you turned to stare out at the water. “It’s a beautiful view.”

Your walking slowed before coming to a halt, both of you admiring the crashing waves lapping not far from your feet.

“It is,” she said.

You turned to find her eyes boring into yours and flushed.

“The two years I’ve spent with you have been the happiest of my life,” Emily said with a sincerity that stilled you. “I never knew I could love somebody this much until I met you.”

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes. Emily released your hand, and you contemplated reaching for your purse. Was this the moment you’d been waiting for?

“I feel the same way,” you said, fighting the lump in your throat.

“I’m not always the most eloquent with words,” she admitted, patting at a stray tear in her eye. You chuckled, thinking of the times she couldn’t place what she wanted to say and started mumbling in other languages until she figured it out. “But I need you to know that you’re my everything. My love, mi amor, mon amour, amore mio, moya lyubov…”

She trailed off, reaching into her cross-body and pulled out something she concealed in her hands. You frowned.

“I know you love it when I speak French,” she said with a mischievous grin, kneeling down before you, on two knees instead of one, due to the dress she wore. “So, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, veux-tu m'épouser?”

You froze. You knew what that sentence meant—it was one you’d looked up online and practiced relentlessly in the mirror to get your pronunciation just right for your proposal, as you knew French was her favorite language.

When you didn’t answer, she translated, “Will you marry me?”

Tears poured from your eyes. When you opened your mouth to answer, a laugh bubbled up instead.

Now it was Emily’s turn to frown. “Love?”

Once you started, it was impossible to stop. You fell to your own knees in front of her, laughing and crying in equal measure. Her eyebrows furrowed in concern, but you held up a hand.

“You had to beat me to the punch, didn’t you?”

“I don’t understand…” she said.

You reached into your bag, procuring your ring box, clearing the tears from your face with your free hand. The rest of your speech was moot now, but you couldn’t let the French you learned go to waste.

“Emily Elizabeth Prentiss, je t'aime de tout mon cœur, et pour toujours. Veux-tu m'épouser?”

Emily gaped, glancing from you and the ring in your hand to the ring in hers. In the blink of an eye, her own face was covered with tears.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Me too,” you whispered.

You exchanged rings, not even taking a moment to admire the fact that, of course, she got you the exact ring you wanted, before throwing your arms around your fiancee and pressing your lips to hers.

When you finally pulled away, you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face.

“We’re not making our dinner reservation, are we?”

“God, I hope not,” she breathed before pulling you in again.

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sissylittlefeather · 4 months

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How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 7

A/N: PHEW this is a tough series to write, folks. But I promise if you hang on to the end, you won't be disappointed. This is another chapter in my time travel/soulmate AU with Elvis and a fem!reader. I hope you all like this chapter. Please don't give up on us. It's gonna get so gooooood.

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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, angsttttttt

Word count: ~2.5k

Will he ever see you again?

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You sit in your bed staring at your left hand and the diamond ring nestled there on your finger. Jeff is asleep next to you snoring quietly. You knew the proposal was coming, since you've been together for almost a year and a half, but now that the ring is on your finger there's only one thought in your head: you have to tell Elvis.

Even though you ended on difficult terms, you feel like you owe it to him to let him know that you're okay and that you can live the rest of your life without him. You know he can and will live the rest of his without you. You're not sure why, but a single tear escapes and slides down your cheek. You haven't seen him in 2 years and pushing him through the portal was the hardest thing you'd ever done. Would he even want to see you? How on earth would you make a portal to get back if he hates you?

Still, you have to risk it. Something is telling you that you need to let him know. Whatever the thing is that binds you together is screaming at you to try to find him. You pull your phone out and start doing research to figure out where he is in the spring of '62. He's filming Girls Girls Girls.

"You okay, baby?" Jeff rolls over and notices that you're awake.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just... I need to go to Hawaii."

"Hawaii?!"

"Yeah. Just trust me. I'll be back in a couple days."

"Whatever you say, babe." He rolls over and goes back to sleep.

There's a distinct squeezing feeling in your chest and you hate to admit it, but you miss Elvis.

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Elvis gets back to his hotel room at the Hawaiian Village in Oahu after a long day of filming and lays on his bed fully clothed. Out of nowhere, you enter his mind. He's tried so hard not to think about you over the past two years, but when he's especially tired, he just can't help it. The same old wondering about whether he'll ever see you again hits him and he wants to cry. After the way you literally shoved him away last time, though, he's pretty sure you won't come looking for him again. Still, he says a quick prayer that you're okay, wherever you are, and squeezes his eyes shut so that the tears that have gathered there slide down the side of his face into his hair. For the first time in a while, he lets himself miss you.

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On the plane, you nervously fidget with the new ring on your finger. You think about the last two years, about graduation, starting to date Jeff, getting your job, and everything else that's happened. The six months after you forced Elvis to leave were a dark time for you. And then there was Jeff. You'd met him that same night, but you didn't expect him to come crashing back into your life like he did. He dragged you out of your depression and made you go to counseling. He helped you cut back on your drinking and really actually saved your life. You don't feel about him the way you felt, or feel, about Elvis, but you love him. He's a good man and he'll be a good husband.

But he's not Elvis. And your stomach flutters at the thought of seeing him again.

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Another day of shooting is over and Elvis falls back onto his bed again. For some reason, he's thinking about you again and he's starting to get annoyed with himself for not being able to focus on what he's actually doing. Why are you back in his mind? He shakes his head and goes to take a shower.

When he steps out, towel around his waist, his jaw damn near hits the floor. The old familiar buzzing sound is there, complete with the wavy air.

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You step through the portal and it closes behind you with a pop.

"Hi Elvis." He stands there unable to speak. A lump has formed in his throat and he's not sure whether he should kiss you or yell at you.

"What are you doing here?" He finally gets out.

"I-I... it's a long story." The tension in the room is so thick you'd need a hell of a knife to cut through it. He walks past you to the bed and sits down on the edge of it in an effort to keep himself from passing out.

"I never thought I'd see you again."

"I know. Do you hate me?" You ask tentatively, not sure you're ready for the answer. He's dying to run to you and wrap his arms around you, to feel your skin against his and press his lips to you finally after all this time. But he doesn't.

"I wouldn't say hate."

"But you're not happy to see me."

"How many times am I supposed to let you hurt me before I can stop being happy to see you?" His words cut through you like a laser and you feel the tears well up in your eyes. He's not wrong. You have hurt him pretty badly twice now. You look down at your feet to hide the tears that are now sliding down your cheeks. All you can do is whisper.

"I'm sorry."

He can tell you're crying and it breaks his heart. He knows it wasn't easy to push him away like you did, especially with the state you were in without him. After a few more minutes, he can't stand it anymore.

He stands up and takes three steps to you, wrapping you in his arms and holding you tightly. You cry into his chest and he strokes your hair soothingly.

But you're not just crying because you've hurt him in the past. You're crying because you know you're about to do it again. For a wild second you consider just staying with him in 1962. To hell with not changing the past and with your own future. You want him. But you can't. He matters too much. You can't take that away from him or from the world.

"Now, honey, why don't you tell me why you're here?" He backs up and takes both of your hands in his. That's when he notices your ring. "What the hell is this?"

You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a second before you answer him.

"It's the reason I'm here, Elvis."

"Y/n, did you get married?"

"Not yet. But I'm going to." He stumbles backwards away from you and sits down on the edge of the bed.

"Who is he?" You sit down next to him and he gets up and walks away. He goes to the closet and pulls out a pair of pants, putting them on a little more aggressively than necessary.

"It doesn't matter."

"Like hell it doesn't. I need to know who's taking my woman."

"Elvis. Seriously? Do you think I don't know about Anita? And Sandy? And Priscilla?" He stops and it's like someone has dumped ice water down his spine.

"Y-y-you know about them?"

"I know about all of them. And I know who you will marry and it's not me. Did you think I was gonna sit around in my time pining over you while you lived your life?" He pulls a shirt over his head and sits down next to you on the bed. He turns and looks at you with a sad look in his eyes.

"No. I don't know what I thought. I guess I just hoped... but no, you're right. You should be happy in your time. Do you love him?" You manage a weak half-smile.

"He's good to me."

"That doesn't answer my question. Because I couldn't let you go to anyone that you don't-"

"I love him." You want to tell him that you don't love Jeff the way you love him, but what purpose would that serve?

"So I guess this is it, then?" You look into his eyes and try to keep yourself from crying again.

"I guess it is. Will you kiss me one more time. Like you mean it?"

"Honey, I do mean it." He leans in and kisses you deeply, his tongue brushing against yours tenderly.

"Make love to me like you mean it."

His hands roam over your body and he kisses down your neck.

"I mean it more than anything. Honey, if this is really the last time, I'm gonna make it count."

He lays you down on the bed and kisses the skin he can reach on your chest. Then he runs his hand under your shirt and lifts it over your head. He undoes your bra in one try and throws it to the side.

"You're so beautiful. I love your body. I just need to say that." He kisses down your chest and licks and sucks each of your nipples. He kisses back up to your mouth and groans into your mouth. His hand makes it way down to your center underneath your pants. But he stops before his fingers slide inside you.

"Would he... can I?"

"I want you to. Please." He nods and pushes his fingers into you. You moan and throw your head back in pleasure. No one will ever be able to bring you such pleasure with just his hand. He kisses your mouth deeply.

"We need to send you home. We need a portal."

"And I want you one last time."

"One last time."

You choke back tears as he moves his mouth from your neck down to your center. He pulls your pants down and off and kisses the inside of your thighs. His tongue moves up to your core and he licks over and around your clit skillfully.

"God, yes, I need it one more time."

"One more time, baby." He whispers into you as he continues to lick your clit. You feel the coil of your orgasm tighten in your lower stomach as he works between your legs.

"Yes, baby, please." You moan, running your fingers through his hair. Nothing Jeff does turns you on like Elvis does.

"Come for me honey. One last time." It doesn't take much more for you to slide over the edge into oblivion with his tongue moving on you as the electricity runs through you from your core to the tips of your fingers.

You squeeze your eyes shut tightly as he moves up your body, unbuttoning his pants to line himself up with your entrance.

"Hey. Is this what you want?" He kisses your cheek and waits for your answer before moving.

"Yes. Yes, god, I want it more than anything."

"Then look at me." You open your eyes and meet his deep blue ones in anticipation. He puts a hand on your cheek. "I will always love you. But I understand. I know we can only have this moment and nothing more. I don't love you any less because of it."

"Oh, Elvis." He presses his forehead to yours and then pushes into you slowly.

"Tell me you love me."

"God, you know I do."

"Say it anyway, so I have something to remember forever."

"I love you with all of me. Always and forever." He moves inside you, picking up speed with each thrust.

"That's my girl." He moves faster and faster, moving closer and closer to the end. Neither of you wants it to be over, but you both know you have lives waiting for you on the other side.

You wrap your legs around him in the hope that you can keep him closer for even just a moment longer. He grunts with the change in sensation and lays his head on your shoulder as he fucks you.

"I don't want you to leave me."

"I don't want to leave you." He captures your lips in a deep kiss and continues pushing toward the end. His cock slides in and out of you rhythmically and you want to cry with the intensity of your passion. Finally, he shudders and you feel his warmth fill you. His shoulders shake with the depth of his affection for you and you hold him close as you both weep. It's not long before you hear the buzzing sound and you have the insane urge to stay again.

You push his head up off of your shoulder and run your fingers through his hair.

"What if I stayed?" He pops his head up and looks at you.

"You know you can't. He's waiting for you." You sob openly. He's right. Your fiancé is waiting for you and his life is waiting for him. He holds you tightly as you cry for another couple of minutes. Then he kisses your forehead.

"You have to go, honey." You nod and slide out of the bed. You slowly gather your clothing and dress enough to get back through the portal. He stands up and pulls you to him one last time. "I will always love you. I hope he makes you as happy as you deserve to be."

"I love you, Elvis."

"I know, honey. I know." You grab his hand and kiss his fingers one last time. Then, you walk through the portal away from him toward your future. He watches you walk through and decides it's time to move Priscilla to Graceland and move on with his life.

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It's 1966 and Elvis is knee deep in filming another stupid movie that the Colonel signed him to. He's ready to walk off the set and never come back to Hollywood. His whole career is a farce and his life feels like a joke. He finds a bathroom and is just about to seek some quiet time inside when he hears it.

The buzzing sound.

He looks to his left and sees the wavy air. It's been 4 long years and so much has changed. Why would a portal appear now? He was pretty sure that when he saw you in '62 it was the last time he'd ever see you. Still, the portal is undeniable. It tempts him with the possibility of seeing you and getting a break from his tedious and impossibly irritating schedule of filming. Even if it is a mistake, who cares at this point? Anything is better than the mind-numbing movies and soul-crushing reality of his current life.

He walks through the portal cautiously. When he does, he's shocked to find you on the floor. You have your knees folded and your whole body is shaking as you sob.

What the hell has happened to you in the 4 years since he's seen you?

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suck4angststory · 2 years

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Ambrosia (Series)

[Ambrosia means "immortality" in Greek; it is derived from the Greek word ambrotos ("immortal"), which combines the prefix a- (meaning "not") with mbrotos ("mortal").]

Pairing: Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw x Fem!Reader (Past), Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Author Note: This series is inspired by the movie 'The Age of Adaline'. If you want to be tagged, just let me know in the comment. English is not my first language.

Ambrosia Masterlist

One

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) was born at 10.00 a.m on July 4th, 1914, at her house in Boston, Massachusetts. On January 15, 1935 (Y/N) sat on her porch reading a book. At that moment, Andrew Edgar Williams, her childhood friend has just gotten back from his deployment from the Navy walking in front of her house.

Andrew that saw (Y/N) reading a book with her leg tucked under the other stopped immediately at her fence. He took off his cap and called her.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)..?" He questioned.

(Y/N) that heard her name called raise her head from her book and saw a young man in her fence standing in Navy Uniform. She furrowed her eyebrows "Yes..?" she asked, bewildered with who was standing behind her fence. She rose to her feet and walked toward him but stopped a few feet away from behind her fence.

Andrew's smile grows bigger at her confirmation "I'm-I'm Andrew Williams. Noah Williams son, your next-door neighbour, remember?" He raises an eyebrow at her.

(Y/N) form a smile on her face, she definitely knows Andrew, her childhood friend, the last time she saw him was ten years ago when he moved away to live with his grandparents after her father died.

"You have grown up" Andrew smiled sheepishly, a blush crept on his cheek, and he tilted his head down to hide them.

"You expect me to stay as ten years old girl, Andrew?" She smirk, Andrew whipped his head and he become flustered. "No-no I mean, you are you are beautiful now, more beautiful than I imagine" his blushed cheeks are more prominent now, he then tilted his head down to hide his blushed cheeks. He clears his throat to ease some nerves.

(Y/N) smile and folded her arms on her chest. "Want to get some coffee and tell me about your day when you're away?" (Y/N) offered.

Andrew lifts his head to look at her and grins happily "Yeah, I love to". (Y/N) walked to her gate and open it from him. That day, they spent catching up some time when they drift away.

Three months later, Andrew proposed to (Y/N) and two weeks later they got married at the local cathedral. After three years of waiting, they were blessed with a daughter that they name Lorraine Joanne Williams. The couple is so happy about that.

On September 14, 1940, Andrew got called for deployment to Pearl Harbour in Oahu, Hawaii. Leaving his wife and two years old Lorraine.

"Be careful, okay" (Y/N) whisper to his ear. Andrew tightened his hug on his wife and caress her back. He kiss her forehead and muttered, "I love you".

Lorraine then walked to them and stopped beside (Y/N) leg. Andrew feels his daughter's presence pull away from (Y/N). He kneel in front of her, and the two years old Lorraine looked at her father, innocently.

"Papa have to go, so you two have to take care of each other, okay?" Andrew caresses his daughter's hair, Lorraine moves forward and threw her tiny arms on her father's neck. "I love you Papa" She muttered on his neck.

Andrew can't contain his tears again, he sniffed and kiss his daughter's hair. "I love you too darling". Andrew rose to his feet and kissed (Y/N) once again, "I'll miss you, my love". He muttered one last time before climbing to the truck that waiting for him outside their house.

On December 8th, 1941, (Y/N) pick up the morning newspaper in front of her house. Her mother live with her until her husband got back from deployment. The three years old Lorraine is sitting in her chair at the dinner table munching her food. (Y/N) walked to kiss Lorraine on her cheek which make her scrunch her nose. She stood a few feet away from her kitchen with a newspaper opened, she read the headline today.

"ATTACK ON THE PEARL HARBOUR BY THE IMPERIAL JAPANESE MILITARY"

"The Japanese have attacked Pearl Harbor from the air and all naval and military activities on the island of Oahu, a principal American base in the Hawaiian islands"

(Y/N) eyes go wide by this, she scanned the newspaper and read the victims' names of this attack, there, Andrew Edgar Williams's name was written as one of them. She then passed out after reading the name, Lorraine heard a loud thud and saw her mother fall to the floor, she then called her grandmother who was outside watering the plant.

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When she woke up, her mother and three years old Lorraine is waiting for her with a worried look. She embraces them and cried on her mother's shoulder. She lost her husband, she become a widow now, and Lorraine lost her father.

Lorraine didn't understand what just happened and hug back her mother, and she remember what her father told her whenever she was sad.

"Mama, don't worry, you have me, you don't have to be sad" (Y/N) that heard this, begin to sob. Andrew always told her that whenever they'll go to sleep, whenever she was sad. And who's gonna tell her now?

***

After her husband's funeral, (Y/N) and Lorraine move out to live with her mother in San Diego. Five months later, (Y/N) drove to her mother's house after getting back from work. She's driving in the middle of the night on the empty road with trees surrounding them.

But something highly unusual occurred.

Snow fell on San Diego.

(Y/N) peaked out to look at the snow. The snow begins to pour heavily. Her vision from the road begins blurry with the snow and the dark of the road makes it worse. She didn't see there was a turning, her car crashed with the roadblock. Her body got tossed around in her car while rolling in the valley. Her car then crashed into the lake with her body inside of it.

Immersion in the frigid water caused (Y/N) body to go into an anoxic reflex, instantly stopping her breathing and slowing her heartbeat. Within 2 minutes, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) core temperature had dropped to 87 degrees, and her heart stopped beating. (Y/N) body slowly begins to sink into the lake with her car.

At 8.35 the bold of lightning struck the car. The car discharges half of billion volts of electricity and produces 60.000 amperes of current. It was threefold. First, the charge defibrillated (Y/N) (Y/L/N) heart. Second, she was jolted out of her anoxic state causing her to draw her first breath in 2 minutes.

(Y/N) slowly rise from the drowning and took her breathing. She climbed from her car and swim to the river bank. She lay on her back on the muddy ground and took a deep breath, she breathed heavily and try to catch her breath. She try to calm herself from her dead experience as cold snow fell into her body.

Third, based on Von Lehman's principle of electron compression in deoxyribonucleic acid. Which will be discovered in the year 2035 (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and will henceforth be immune to the ravages of time. She will never age another day.

As the years passed.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) credited her unchanging appearance to a combination of a healthy diet, exercise, heredity, and good luck.

San Diego, 1955

(Y/N) just got back from her brunch with Lorraine, they walked side by side with Lorraine looping her arm with her. When they arrived at the lobby, (Y/N) bumped into one of her childhood friends.

"(Y/N), is that you?" Her friend looked at her with incredulity. Her husband beside her turns to look at her too.

(Y/N) formed a smile "Margaret. How are you? it's been a long time". Margaret released her hand from her husband's arms and step to hug (Y/N), she hugged her back. Margaret then pull away and placed her arms in (Y/N) biceps. Margaret that was in her forty has wrinkles on her eyes and a few grey hairs prominent in her neatly styled hair. "Wow, you still so young. And is this Lorraine? Gosh, you've grown up" she then turn to Lorraine and placed her hand on Lorraine's biceps.

"That, I always told my mother, but she didn't believe me" she smile teasingly at (Y/N) who just chuckled. (Y/N) released herself from Margaret's grasp and looped her arm with Lorraine. Margaret still examined the two "You two looked like a sister" she chuckled nervously, and cannot believe her friend was still like in her twenties.

"That's very kind of you, but we really should leave" (Y/N) smiled politely, and turn around. She walked away from her with Lorraine in her arms.

"How is that possible, you still looked like twenty" Margaret still stood at her feet, stunned and in disbelief, her husband step up and placed his hand behind her back.

Lorraine turn her head "She just got back from Europe, to do some face thing and she doing a healthy lifestyle now" she told her. But (Y/N) tuck Lorraine's hand to tell her to stop. She shakes her head to her. "Okay darling, bye-bye Margaret. Great seeing you" she turned her head and bid goodbye to Margaret that still stunned on her feet.

***

Innsbruck, Richmond, Virginia. July 5th, 1960

The action was required later when living a quiet suburban existence, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was pulled over for a minor traffic infraction.

A police officer with his uniform walked toward (Y/N) driving side, he knock on her window and she lowered it. She smiled at the officer.

"Can I help you, Officer?" She asked politely, a bit confused when the police stopped her car. "Yes, it seems you infringe the stop sign. And I need to see your driver's license, Ma'am" (Y/N) open her purse and give him an old driver's license from the 1930s that is just a piece of paper."Here we go, officer"

The officer hesitate a bit but take the paper from her. He read the paper and furrowed his eyebrows. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N), born July 4th, 1914." He glanced at her " So, you're 45 years old now?"

"46 actually" she smiled correcting him. The officer let out a sigh and leaned slightly toward her. He place one hand on her car roof and held the paper between his fingers and pointed at her. "Ma'am, I'm gonna hold onto this. When you come by the station house to pick it up, please bring your birth certificate."

"Of course, officer, is tomorrow, alright?" She asked politely. The police officer just nodded and (Y/N) drive away from him.

Soon after, (Y/N) moved back to Boston and took a clerical job at the School of Medicine. There, she availed herself of every opportunity to research her condition.

She opened every medical book she found but never get any explanation she wanted to find. She stared at herself in the mirror to find any sign of her getting ageing but cannot find anything. Not even wrinkles or grey hair form in her appearance. She's almost fifty but she is still like 27 years old.

After a year of intense study, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was forced to confront the fact that there was absolutely no scientific explanation for her condition. She begins to accept the fact that she can't get older and leaves her life quietly in Boston.

***

When she walked home from her work, there were two men in trench coats following her with fedora hats after she got out of the building. When she hit the sidewalk, they begin to walk closely behind her. The street is empty this night, there's no sign of people walking around.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N), we're from Federal Bureau Investigation. We need to talk to you" One of them speaks while taking a drag of his cigarette.

When she heard this, she begins running, and they followed her running too, they began to chase her to the alley. She turn on the corner and hid in the tiny space that separated the two buildings. The place is enough to hide her, the dark of the night help to hide her body from the sight of eyes.

(Y/N) breathes heavily and trying to calm herself, she looked with wide eyes when she saw them arrive in front of her. She clutched her bag on her chest tightly.

"Shit! We lost her." One of them breathes heavily, he fixes his fedora hat.

"I think she's not far. She can't run that fast" the other suggest, they nodded to each other and begin running to find her through the alley. Soon after they leave, (Y/N) get out of her hiding and runs to the opposite direction from them straight to her house.

Inside her house, she packed her clothes and anything important in her suitcase, including her wedding pictures and her photos with Lorraine. She drives to Lorraine's house, where she lives with her husband now. She waits in her car, watching Lorraine cleaning her dinner table through her window shield.

***

Lorraine smiled when her husband kiss her cheek before he go to the kitchen to clean the dishes while she put some leftovers in the box. Through her window, she saw a car with her light pointed to her house, she recognise that car. Her smile that in her lips suddenly grow bigger, She stopped doing her task and run outside. She opens her mother's passenger side and climbs onto it. Her smile was flattered when she saw her mother's cheeks is tainted with tears.

***

(Y/N) explained everything about what happened to her and her decision to move away. Lorraine broke into tears hearing this, her mother never leave her side until now, despite her being married, she always visit her mother every week, but now she can't visit her again.

"Mama.. why you can just stay.." she sobbed, (Y/N) bringing Lorraine to her embrace.

"I'm sorry darling, but it has to be this way" she brushes her hair and Lorraine cries in her mother's embrace. (Y/N) doing this to ensure the freedom and safety of herself and her daughter, She vowed to keep moving, changing her name, residence, and appearance every decade, and never to speak of word or her fate to another living soul. In seven weeks, When Martha Blair disappears forever, and Hannah Parker takes up residence in a remote farmhouse in Greenfield, Ohio. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), besides one moment of weakness will have kept her vow for the past 60 years.

***

SAN DIEGO, 2019

(Y/N) open her apartment door, before she can close the door properly, she got surprised by someone throwing herself at her. She leaned back slightly for the impact.

She let out a laugh when she know who hug her. "Natasha, what are you doing here, darling" she caresses Natasha back.

"I miss you, Nana, you're not visiting us again since last year" she pouted on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, darling, I do visit you though, but Noah said you have a special mission on Top Gun" Natasha lift her head from (Y/N) shoulder to kiss her cheek. Natasha then walked to her kitchen.

"So what are you doing here?" (Y/N) open her shoe and placed it on a rack. She then shrugged off her coat and hung it behind the door. She walked to her kitchen where Natasha already sat in the pantry waiting for her.

"Just want to visit you while I'm in town. And I miss your carbonara" Natasha wiggles her eyebrows at (Y/N) that washing her hand in the sink. She smiles and shakes her head. She then begins to take out the ingredients from the fridge to make Carbonara. She filled the pot with water and place it on top of the stove. She turns the stove on and prepares another ingredient.

When she chopped some Pancetta, she turn to Natasha that messing around with the cutlery in the pantry. She placed one hand on her hips "Wait, how do you open this door? I don't remember giving the key to Noah?" She cock her eyebrows to her. Natasha looked at her with wide eyes and grinned innocently. "I used bobby pint as you taught me"

(Y/N) let out a sigh "I teach that to you so you can use it in emergency situations. Not breaking into my apartment"

"This is an emergency situation. My stomach growls for one hour now. See, you heard that" She exclaimed and pointed to her growling stomach. (Y/N) shake her head and place the pan on the stove, after the pan was hot she placed the Pancetta on top of it. When she grates the cheese she can know Natasha wants to tell her something, she finished grating the cheese and asks her. "Another thing you want to say to me?" She cracked the eggs and separated the yolk into another bowl. She took the spaghetti from the shelf and place it in the boiling water.

"Yes actually, I want you to come with me, to this Military Party" She trailed off. (Y/N) let out a sigh and mix the eggs, black pepper and cheese with the whisk.

"C'mon, Nana, dad said you never go out to party like this since the 80s. That's older than me. Besides, you will move out soon after right? I saw your new identity and your new address at the entry table." Natasha remarked. (Y/N) didn't answer it, the sound of boiling water filled the silence in them. Natasha let out a sigh and continue messing with the cutlery, she propped her head with her hand and rest her elbow on the table.

(Y/N) placed the pasta in front of Natasha after it was ready. She then walked out to the living room to find her white ragdoll cat, she sit down on the couch and called her. "Snowy came here." The white cat let out a miaow and climb on her lap. "Have you fed Snowy yet?" She caress Snowy back and looked at Natasha that munching her food.

"Yes, I fed her." She answers with a mouth full of food, (Y/N) gives her a look but Natasha just grins and swallows her food.

After a few seconds of silence, (Y/N) answered "Okay, I will come" (Y/N) let out a sigh and Snowy in her lap begin to purring when she stroked her back. Natasha jumps up from her seat. "Really!?" Her shout-out startled Snowy and make her jump from (Y/N) lap. Natasha rose to her feet and runs toward (Y/N), she bends down to hug her"you're the best. I'll pick you up at 8" she pull back and turns back to her seat and continues eating her food.

****

When (Y/N) got back from the party, she goes straight to her bedroom. She removed her earrings and make-up, and changed to her nightgown, when she sit in front of her vanity, she let out a sigh. She touches her face and examines them in the mirror. Why she can't get old? That's the question she always asked every year, she can't bear seeing someone close to her die. She is tired of mourning, she is tired of running away, she is tired of hiding, she misses people calling her by her real name, not pretending to be someone else, and she is tired when she can't become herself. She just wants her life back. She looked over her vanity where the black and white photo sat in the grey frame. The photo is of her and Lorraine embracing each other.

She misses her daughter, she misses her husband, she misses her mother, but all of them already leaving her, lonely, here.

***

"Happy Birthday, my darling" (Y/N) bends down to place a bouquet of flowers on top of the grave. It's been three days since the Military Party.

She looked at the name that was engraved on the headstone.

'Lorraine Joanne Williams-Trace'

She wipe the tears that got fallen on her cheek, she rose to her feet and stared at the grave.

"Diana.." A voice behind her startled her, she turn around and face the latter.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" He apologized and approached her.

"It's okay Lieutenant" She turn back to the Grave, he stood beside her.

"Call me Bradley, I'm not wearing uniform now" She turns to look at his outfit, a black suit with no tie. She nodded and turn back to look at the grave. "So, who are you visiting.?" Bradley nodded his head to the grave in front of them.

"My grandmother, it was her birthday today," She told him.

"Oh. Can I give her flowers?" Bradley lifts the sunflower in his hand and waves it in front of her.

"Sure" She nodded at him. She looked when he kneeled on the ground, Bradley the man that saved her from some creep at the party three days ago, the first time she saw him, he captivated her heart. But she can't let her heart fall again for a man, not after the last time. The guilt still crawls into her chest from now on.

Bradley then kneel to place the flower on top of the grave "I hope you like it" he then looked over to the grave beside Lorraine, he saw they have the same last name. "And beside her it was.." he turn to her.

"Her husband" Diana shrugs. Her heart was warm with his actions.

"Oh shoot, I just have one flower" Bradley shot her an apologetic look.

Diana smiled and wave him off "It's okay Bradley, I think he would understand. It was his wife's birthday today" she shrug.

"Sorry pop, but next time I'll give ya flower too" He pats the grave next to Lorraine. Bradley then rose to his feet."So, you still want to stay or are you done here?" He looked at her.

"I'm done in here" Diana then turn around and walked away from the grave, Bradley doing the same and walking beside her. "Okay, let me walk with you"

They walked side by side towards the gate "So, who are you visiting?" Diana asked, breaking the silence between them.

"My mom, it was her anniversary with my dad today. After I visit my dad, I drove here to visit my mom" he glance at her slightly while he talking.

"Oh, they are not in the same cemetery?" She glances at him. She know how it feels to lose the last family you have.

"No, my dad's buried in Fort Rosecrans" Bradley pursed his lip. Diana nodded, she then stopped and place a hand on his bicep. "I'm sorry for your loss". Bradley looked at her hand. When she's aware of what she's doing, she retreats her hand back and begins to walk again. It was a common gesture for her, but she didn't want to give him the wrong signal, no, she will move out of this town. She can't involves with a normal human again.

Dust of pink colour paints his cheeks, a bit embarrassed. He clears his throat. "It's okay, they've been gone for years now. My dad died when I was four, and my mom when I'm still in high school. And since then I live with my uncle" he shrugs casually. "Enough about me, what about you?" He glances at Diana, they step into the stairs that make from stone.

"Well I live with my uncle, my parents are long gone, and after I graduated from college, I move out and ended up here" she shrugged, they stopped at the curb and Diana called out for a cab. She's not lying, it's true, except who they truly are.

"You know last time we met I asked for your number right" Bradley stood in front of her.

Diana furrowed her eyebrows and nodded. "Yes.." That night is still fresh in her mind, never in her life, saw someone jump into a moving car just to get her number.

"Umm... Can I get that know" He hesitates a bit, he rocks his feet back and forth on the pavement and glances at her. Nervous, waiting for her answer.

"The answer is still no, Lieutenant" she glanced at him and shake her head.

Bradley let out a groan, he shoved his hands in his suit pocket "No, It's Bradley, not the Lieutenant again." He groans. "C'mon, it feels right when you call me Bradley"

Diana smile and shake her head "The answer is still no, Bradley"

"Why, though? It's like fate, you know, we met again in the middle of nowhere, where you can bump with any other guy but instead, you met with me. Like when we met in that party where you can meet with another guy or that creepy guy, instead you met with me" He articulate. He didn't mean to bring up that incident, he actually want to talk to her that night. But that creepy guy forces her like that making him want to punch him. Besides, she requested to be alone that night, so he take his shot at the elevator.

"And I'm glad I met you because you save me from him" she nodded to him.

"See, I save you, so this is fate right" he jutted his hand toward her. Diana looked around and saw a cab approach her. She turns to him while the cab begins to drive toward her.

Diana cock an eyebrow at him "Why do you so believe in fate?" Because if it was fate that make her like this, she hate them. They are like a curse to her. They hey make her go through so much pain. This fate that she hates so much.

"Because fate brought me to you," he said softly and stared into her eyes. Diana looked at his eyes and it was like she was back in the 80s, she stared at his eyes until the cab honked and snapped her from staring. She then opens the back seat and climbs into it. Before she can close the window, Bradley places his hands on the cab door.

He bends down to her eye level."Hey, how about this, if we meet again in a random place or bump into each other, you have to agree to go on date with me? And of course, give me your number" He suggested.

"Why I should agree with that?" She cocked her eyebrows to him. This man never gives up.

"Because you don't believe in fate, and I do believe in them" he shrugged. Diana think for a second and let out a sigh and nodded "Okay"

Bradley looked at her wide eyes "Wait you agree!?" He then stands up properly, "Okay, shoot. Until we meet again, Diana" he waves at her.

Diana smiled "Goodbye Lieutenant" she close the window and told the cab driver to drive away. She wishes they didn't meet again because if they meet again, she would fall for his charm.

"It's Bradley! Bradshaw!" Bradley called out, but the cab had already driven away, leaving him alone standing on the pavement.

***

Diana walked beside the shelf to find the book she wanted. When she walked to the fiction section, she saw a familiar figure resting his shoulder on the shelf and casually opening one of the books, he looked straight at her. "So, about that date, what about Friday?" Bradley gives him a side smile. Diana shakes her head and lets out a chuckle.

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Georgia O’Keeffe (American, 1887-1986) in Hawaii, 1939

"It took Georgia O’Keeffe nine days to travel the 5,000 miles between New York’s Grand Central Station and the Hawaiian island of Oahu. Although she was heralded by local newspapers upon her arrival as the “famous painter of flowers,” the impetus for her trip was a different sort of plant life.

O’Keeffe was in Hawaii to paint a pineapple.

At least, that was what Dole (then known as the “Hawaiian Pineapple Company”) hoped she would do. It had approached O’Keeffe in 1938, proposing an all-expenses-paid trip to Hawaii—after which time the painter would deliver the company two canvases for use in a national advertising campaign. O’Keeffe was to determine the subject of these works herself, a degree of artistic freedom that likely encouraged her to accept Dole’s invitation despite an initial ambivalence." [text source]

Harold Stein 📷

Harold Stein’s Georgia O’Keeffe on Leho‘ula Beach, near Aleamai, Hāna, Maui (1939). Photo courtesy of the Alfred Stieglitz/Georgia O’Keeffe Archive, Yale Collection of American Literature Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library ©Estate of Harold Stein.

Harold Stein’s Georgia O’Keeffe in Hawaii (1939). Photo courtesy of the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum, gift of the Georgia O’Keeffe Foundation, ©Estate of Harold Stein.

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Breaking Horizons

Part 1

PAIRING: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x OC (Saturn)

SUMMARY: Sarah “Saturn” Hastings is one of the first female pilots to be able to attend the legendary Top Gun. Alongside her RIO, Bookworm, her one, and only goal is that trophy at the end, but Maverick is looking for a trophy of his own - and his may end with a ring instead of a plaque.

WORD COUNT: 1688

WARNINGS: Sexism, Cannon typical violence

Sarah Hastings was well aware of her position in the Navy. She was a woman in a heavily male-dominated workforce, and despite the rapid influx of military women over the years, female naval aviator numbers were quite shaky. Spending so much time around young men who thought with the wrong head had led to Hastings being the subject of far too many proposals by sailors who sought to keep her in a kitchen stateside and “away from any danger, princess.” But her RIO at the time, Charles “Bookworm” Oliver, took her under his wing and dubbed Hastings her callsign, “Saturn”, saying she had enough rings to rival the planet.

Saturn had grown since then, no longer a fresh-faced pilot who got teary-eyed when a jealous girlfriend spilled a drink on her uniform when she tried to enjoy a night out with her squad. Now reaching the ending stretch of her twenties, Saturn was hitting her stride - flying high and never looking down. So when Saturn and Bookworm got their orders to return stateside and attend Top Gun, she had never been so elated. Finally, everything she had worked for, worked to prove was going somewhere. Sure, she had flown a few missions, even some as team leader, but this program was exclusive. Only the best Aviators were invited to the academy and she was one of the first women to even be considered for the opportunity, let alone actually be invited to participate.

Miramar was everything Saturn had thought it would be. Sunny skies, warm salty air, and palm trees going up and down every street. She was Kentucky born and raised, and the only other time she had hit the California coast was a short layover on her way to Oahu. She had hated her stint in Hawaii. The men were shameless when they waited for her to take off her clothes and tan under the sun, but she had tried for so long to be “one of the boys” that she never gave them the satisfaction. She had never been so jealous that she wasn’t a man like her squad, who could walk around shirtless and cool off in the ocean and not become the poster for a Naval pornographic magazine. But North Island was a blessing. It was impossibly cooler than Oahu and still maintained a generous sunny disposition.

And of course, California was full of familiar faces.

Saturn and Bookworm found themselves sitting behind two very familiar faces, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky and Ron “Slider” Kerner. Ice, despite his bravado, was Saturn’s first friend in the Academy all those years ago and in true Iceman form, the older man was leaning just off to the side so Saturn had a better view of the briefing room screen between his and Slider’s shoulders.

Generally, the odd couple found themselves sitting far in the back and up against the wall, a familiar spot for them. Bookworm wasn’t one to enjoy the spotlight and Saturn always seemed to be a magnet for overconfident Navy personnel. Being in the back helped, with her hair meticulously pinned back below her cap and aviators on, she almost looked like one of the guys, albeit a small, fair-faced one. But the second they had stepped into the room, Ice had swept them away to sit behind him and as Saturn knew very well, just giving in was easier than making a mountain out of a molehill when it came to Iceman Kazansky.

Bookworm, true to form, had his pen out, scratching away what their instructor, Jester, was relaying to them in his presentation. The lone note-taker in a room full of cocky flyboys was exactly what had gotten him his callsign in the first place and Saturn did not want his habits getting them stared at, not that she had much of a leg to stand on in that argument.

“During Korea, the Navy kill ratio was 12-to-1,” Jester informed the group as a fireball on screen crashed into a mountain, “We shot down 12 of their jets for every one of ours,” He said looking at Saturn who tried not to sink in her seat at his gaze, “During Vietnam, that ratio fell to 3-to-1. Our pilots become dependent upon missiles. They had lost some of their dogfighting skills. Now Top Gun was created to teach A.C.M. Air Combat Maneuvering, Dogfighting.”

“This gives me a hard-on,” Saturn heard one of her classmates whisper to his partner and she scowled.

Wolfman and Hollywood sat behind her and she knew it had to be one of them. She didn’t know them very well, just a moment in passing through Ice and Slider, but she wasn’t their biggest fan. Wolfman had pressed her hard during those two weeks on the same carrier. Talking about how he could “show her a good time” and if she wasn’t into it on board, then maybe she’d prefer to make it official next time they had shore leave. Towards the end of it all, he said he was just playing around, but that expensive silver watch he tried to woo her with looked real enough.

“By the end of Vietnam, that ratio was back up to 12-to-1,” Jester powered through, glowering at the commentator, “Blinds, please. Now I’d like to take this opportunity to introduce you to our commanding officer at Top Gun. The very first man to win the Top Gun trophy. You will not find a finer fighter pilot anywhere in the world, Commander Mike Metcalf. Callsign, Viper.”

Saturn nearly hid her head in her hands as Bookworm scrambled to sit up at the mention of Viper. His hands dropped his notebook and the sound of a flurry of falling paper startled the mostly quiet room.

“Sorry!” Bookworm whispered, eyes wide at catching literally everyone’s attention, “Sorry!”

“Gentlemen,” Viper merely said, eyes narrowing at the scrambling RIO before turning to Saturn and nodding, “Lady,” And if Bookworm’s clumsiness had gotten some attention before, at the mention of Saturn being a woman, every single head turned back to stare at the unlikely duo. If they had wanted to remain under the radar for a while, the jig was certainly up, and so she took off her aviators and hooked them on her shirt with a scowl.

“You are the top one percent of all naval aviators-” Saturn punched Bookworm in the arm when their commanding officer turned away, and while he gave his pilot a look, he said nothing and rubbed his arm, “-The elite. The best of the best. We’ll make you better,” Saturn folded her arms closer into her chest when Viper’s eyes swept over her and Bookworm, “You’ll fly at least two combat missions a day, attend classes in between and evaluations of your performance. Now, on each combat sequence, you’re gonna meet a different challenge. Every encounter is gonna be much more difficult. We’re gonna teach you to fly the F-14 right to the edge of the envelope, faster than you’ve ever flown before and more dangerous.”

“Now, we don’t make policy here, gentlemen,” Viper continued after a pause, keeping an eye on Saturn who had leaned back in her uncomfortable seat as if nothing in the world mattered, “Elected officials, civilians do that. We are the instruments of that policy. And although we’re not at war, we must always act as though we are at war. The tip of the spear… best be sharp.”

“I’m just wondering who the best is,” A slightly too loud whisper came floating back from the front row and Saturn rolled her eyes, letting out a small scoff that she tried to cover with a cough when Viper looked her way.

Viper had made his way back over to where Saturn and Bookworm had made themselves comfortable, which in turn, made the team very uncomfortable. But he wasn’t looking at them, instead, Saturn noticed that her superior was focused on the large row of plaques just to the left of her shoulder.

“And in case some of you wonder who the best is, they’re up here on this plaque on the wall. The best driver and his RIO from each class has his name on it. And they have the option to come back here to be Top Gun instructors,” Saturn watched Viper round on the terrible whisperer from the front row, “you think your name’s gonna be on that plaque?”

“Yes, Sir,” Came a confident answer from a dark-haired man that Saturn could barely see.

“That’s pretty arrogant, considering the company you’re in,” Viper told him.

“Yes, Sir,” Came his reply and Saturn could only shake her head, leaning forward to see if she could catch a better look at the flyboy over Ice’s fat head.

“I like that in a pilot,” Viper simply said, much to Saturn’s annoyance, “Just remember, when it’s over out there, we’re all on the same team. Gentlemen, this school is about combat. As some of you know,” Saturn felt his eyes on her once more, “ there are no points for second place. Dismissed.”

Saturn sat up, stretching her arms as everyone began getting up and finally being able to chat with old friends. She leaned forward and placed her elbows on Slider and Ice’s shoulders to get between them, “That loudmouth the one who replaced Coug?” Saturn asked, looking at the handsome man who was walking over.

“You bet,” Slider told her, knocking her arm off his shoulder as they approached, “Fucking ass.”

“The plaque for the alternates is down in the ladies’ room,” Ice said as the pilot/Rio duo passed.

Whatever Saturn had been expecting them to say, she certainly wasn’t expecting the taller man to break out into peals of loud and dramatic sarcastic laughter. His face reddening with the force of it all.

“Oh, Jesus, oh, you kill me!” He cried out, making Saturn and Ice break out into smiles of their own, tension winding down, “You really do!” Saturn stood up to make her way out as he stopped at the plaque, “No, no, no, no. There’s two O’s in Goose, boys!”

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zinc white; cadmium yellow; yellow ochre; titans; shakhnazaryan red; cadmium red; rose; cobalt blue spectral; green; emerald green; mars brown; sepia; payne’s gray; 💜

zinc white; how are you really feeling today? no one-word answers please!

I'm feeling a mixture of tired (because cold weather makes me sleepy), excited (because I'm working on a new WIP and I like where it's going, even though I have no idea where it's going or how I'm going to get to the already planned out ending), and a little anxious (because I want my research proposal to be approved so that I can write the topic I want to write about)

cadmium yellow; when you think of the word “happy” what’s the first thing that comes to mind?

Them. They make me really happy

yellow ochre; name an artist/band whom you just discovered & can’t get enough of!

He's a youtube artist, The Stupendium, and he makes videogame based songs. He writes some pretty damn good bangers. I think I've listened to his song Open the Sky on repeat for the past few days

titans; do you prefer slow mornings or relaxing evenings?

Relaxing evenings

shakhnazaryan red; are you currently binge-watching anything?

I wouldn't say I'm binging it, but I'm currently watching Strange Tales of Tang Dynasty, One Dollar Lawyer, and Bad Prosecutor and I'm really enjoying all of them

cadmium red; do you have a “type” when it comes to a significant other?

Uh...no, not really. At least I don't think so...I don't know, I haven't really thought about it

rose; what’s something really positive going on in your life right now?

I'm doing really well in my master's program right now, so I'm pretty fucking pumped about that

cobalt blue spectral; what is the most beautiful place you have ever been to?

Kauai. Out of all the Hawaiian islands, Kauai was my favorite. Oahu is nice but it's my home island and I've seen pretty much every part of that island

green; name three countries you want to visit; do you have any actual plans in place to visit any of them?

China, Japan, and idk the last place. And no, I don't. I'm a broke child

emerald green; do you speak any languages besides english? are there any additional languages you want to learn?

I speak really shitty Chinese. Like, I know the fucking basics and a few phrases but other than that, eh...my Chinese is 不好. I also know some phrases in Japanese, Korean, and Spanish but I remember more Chinese than I do Spanish, but that might be because I spend more time watching Chinese dramas and listening to Chinese music. I honestly just want to improve my Chinese considering how much time I spend watching dramas and listening to music

mars brown; what’s a movie that always puts a smile on your face/makes you laugh?

The first Men in Black. It's a comfort movie of mine. Or Mulan

sepia; name five things that always make you happy

My tumblr mutuals

My family

My writing

Killer and Healer

My best friend

payne’s gray; describe your aesthetic?

Uh...idk. I'd say it's like a mixture of Chen Yuzhi and Jiang Yuelou? Like, soft but edgy? I don't know how to describe my aesthetic since I don't really think about it whenever I'm dressing up or doing my makeup

watercolor asks | send me asks

#sass answers #tea edition #watercolor asks

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averyzhao · 2 years

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MEET AVERY’S FAMILY

TW: familial death, robbery gone wrong, death by critical illness

Annie Zhao (Li Jun Li) — born 1971, passed in 2005 at 34 years old

Marketing Manager at a five-star hotel in Oahu, Hawaii. Hooked up with Avery’s dad while he was there attending a work conference. Bit of a whirlwind romance. They did LDR for a while but she broke it off with him when she realized she was pregnant. Tragically passed in a convenience store robbery while trying to deescalate it. A local hero but at what cost. 😔

Tommy Zhao (Donnie Yen) — born 1966, passed in 2020 at 56 years old

An openly gay rock star in the 80s, playing lead guitar for a band called The Crystal Emotion. He took Avery in and raised her after her mom passed away in 2005. Not the most traditional parental figure given his occupation and the lifestyle that came with it, but he loved her a lot and made sure she had a happy life. He passed away from kidney failure in early 2020.

Carson Lake (Nathan Fillion) — born 1968, currently 54

Just some dude tbh. Does app development for a tech company in New York. Not married. Only person he ever really loved was Avery’s mom. Doesn’t get why she broke up with him out of the blue. Was definitely planning to fly back to Hawaii and propose before it happened.

Avery doesn’t know him, nor does she really care to. Her uncle told her about him when he felt she was old enough. She knows his name and has seen his photo, even has the address of the company he works for but was never curious to meet him. He doesn’t know she exists.

#avery*#me: do ur initial sitdown #evil me: no family task first >:)#ogdentask

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hawaiiartphotography · 22 days

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Haleiwa Photographer Let me Capture your Hawaii Memories! Aloha, I am Anthony, an Oahu Photographer. I provide the Haleiwa community with professional photo services for Couples Photography, Surprise proposals, Engagement Portraits, Beach Weddings, Honeymoon vacations, Maternity Photography, Family Portraits, Senior portraits, Group portraits, and Vow Renewal. I have captured images on Oahu since 1992. Many happy customers and families have visited and lived on the island. If you would like to schedule a photo session, I want to be your Haleiwa Photographer of choice. Schedule a family photography session during your visit. I promise it will be a fun and memorable treat. Please take a moment to review some of my Client testimonials and then click on the Learn more link for my photography package details. https://g.page/oahuphotographers Be sure to follow me on IG https://www.instagram.com/anthonycallejaphotography For sample videos of my Oahu photography, visit my youtube page at https://www.youtube.com/@oahuphotographer/videos Visit one of my Oahu Hawaii Photographer websites https://www.anthonycalleja.com or https://oahuhawaiiphotos.com Have a Great Day! #HaleiwaPhotographer - #HaleiwaFamilyPhotographer - #FamilyPhotographerNearHaleiwa -

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weddinginhawaii · 10 months

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Hawaii proposal on the beach with red and white flowers and Hawaiian green fern , Mary me sign with purple orchids and conch shell by Aloha island Weddings

#hawaiibeachwedding #Proposal Oahu #Hawaii proposal #Flower heart #Sandy beach #Love Hawaii #She said yes #Engagement photo shoot #Asking her hand in marriage

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fifihunterbakariafrocentric · 9 months

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Reaction mixed to proposed resolution to rename popular east Oahu beach ...

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#Youtube

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vanessa-ha · 5 years

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Is this place even real? 🌊 Rocks on rocks 💍 • • • • Hawaii will always have a special place in my 💙 • • PC: @briangonzales 📸 • • • #engagementphotos #engagementring #proposal #proposals #love #hilife #Hawaii #spittingcaves #oahu #fiance #vacation #baecation #engaged #bendtheknee #ootd #sunset #photography (at Spitting Cave) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1jZ18VAmnC_zIPxY5mM9pbSfcdH9-UHo6Tlqg0/?igshid=ikorpkqaidi1

#engagementphotos #engagementring #proposal #proposals #love #hilife #hawaii #spittingcaves #oahu #fiance #vacation #baecation #engaged #bendtheknee #ootd #sunset #photography

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little-flowerrr · 6 years

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So I got engaged in Hawaii like 2 months ago and this is one of my favorite pics

#engaged #engagement #engagedlife #proposal #Hawaii #Oahu #oahu hawaii #oahulife #couples #cut couples #engagement rings #in love #love #i love you

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todaysdocument · 2 years

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Annotated draft of FDR’s “Day of Infamy” speech, written after the attacks on Pearl Harbor on 12/7/1941.

FDR would deliver the final speech to Congress on December 8, requesting a Declaration of War against Japan.

Series: Franklin D. Roosevelt Master Speech Files, 1/19/1898 - 4/13/1945

Collection: Franklin D. Roosevelt Master Speech Files, 1/19/1898 - 4/13/1945

Transcription:

DRAFT No. 1 December 7, 1941.

PROPOSED MESSAGE TO THE CONGRESS

Yesterday, December 7, 1941, a date which will live in [crossed out: world history] infamy

the United States of America was [crossed out: simultaneously] ^suddenly and deliberately attacked

by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan [crossed out: without warning].

The United States was at the moment at peace with that nation and [inserted] at the solicitation by Japan [/inserted] was

[crossed out: continuing the] still in conversation [s crossed out] with its Government and its Emperor looking

toward the maintenance of peace in the Pacific. Indeed, one hour after

Japanese air squadrons had commenced bombing in [Hawaii and the Philippines- crossed out] Oahu,

the Japanese Ambassador to the United States and his colleague delivered

to the Secretary of State a formal reply to a [crossed out: former] recent American message. [crossed out: from the Secretary]

^While this reply [contained a statement- crossed out] stated that ^[it seemed useless] to continue the systems diplomatic negotiations

[must be considered at an end, but- crossed out] ^it contained no threat [and no- crossed out] ^or hint of ^[war or]

armed attack.

It will be recorded that the distance [of Manila, and especially- crossed out] of

Hawaii from Japan makes it obvious that the attack ^was deliberately

planned many days ^[or even weeks] ago. During the intervening time the Japanese Government

has deliberately sought to deceive the United States by false

statements and expressions of hope for continued peace.

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DRAFT NO. 1

-2-

The attack yesterday on [Manila and on the Island of Oahu have- crossed out] the Hawaiian Islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. Very many American lives have been lost. In addition American [illegible cross out] ships have been torpedoed on the high seas between San Francisco and Honolulu.

Yesterday the Japanese Government also launched an attack against Malaya.

[handwritten in pencil] Last night Japanese forces attacked Guam & The Philippine Islands

Japan has, therefore, undertaken a surprise offensive extending throughout the Pacific area. The facts of yesterday speak for themselves. The people of the United States have already formed their opinions and well understand the implications [of these attacks bear on- crossed out] to the very safety of our nation.

As Commander-in-Chief of the Army and Navy, I have, [of course- crossed out] directed that all measures be taken for our defense.

Long will we remember the character of the onslaught against us.

[written in pencil] A No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people will in their righteous might win through to absolute victory.

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DRAFT NO. 1 -3-

I speak the will of the Congress and of the people [of this country- crossed out] when I assert that we will not only defend ourselves to the uttermost but will see to it that this form of treachery shall never endanger us again. [new paragraph sign] Hostilities exist. There is no mincing the fact that our people, our territory and our interests are in grave danger.

I, therefore, ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, December seventh, a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese Empire.

[handwritten and crossed out] [illegible] people in full confidence in our misfort

#archivesgov #December 7 #1941 #1940s #World War II #WWII #Pearl Harbor #Hawai'i #FDR #Japan

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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hi!! i recently got into johnlock and the universe has somehow directed me to your blog (which is an absolute godsend omfg). have you got any good possessive!john fics?

Hi Lovely!!!

AHHHH!! I’m so glad you enjoy my blog!!! <3 Thank you so much! <3

AHHH you know what??? I don’t get asked this all that much at all! I think mostly because it’s easier to find Possessive Sherlock fics and people then just... forget LOL

So guess what?? You’re the prompter for any fics I actually tagged or filed with Possessive John! <3 A pioneer you are! LOL I’m combining it with a few of the Obsessive fics as well, since I don’t have many new ones.

As usual, gang, feel free to add your own!! <3

POSSESSIVE / OBSESSIVE JOHN