Celebrating 17 Years of NASA’s ‘Little Earth Satellite That Could’
was little— the size of a small refrigerator; it was only supposed to last one
year and constructed and operated on a shoestring budget — yet it persisted.
After 17 years
of operation, more than 1,500 research papers generated and 180,000 images
captured, one of NASA’s pathfinder Earth satellites for testing new satellite
technologies and concepts comes to an end on March 30, 2017. The Earth
Observing-1 (EO-1) satellite will be powered off on that date but will not
enter Earth’s atmosphere until 2056.
Observing-1 satellite is like The Little
Engine That Could,” said Betsy Middleton, project scientist for the
satellite at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland.
the mission, we’re highlighting some of EO-1’s notable contributions to scientific research, spaceflight
advancements and society.
Scientists Learn More About
Earth in Fine Detail
This animation shifts
between an image showing flooding that occurred at the Arkansas and Mississippi
rivers on January 12, 2016, captured by ALI and the rivers at normal levels on
February 14, 2015 taken by the Operational Land Imager on Landsat 8. Credit:
NASA’s Earth Observatory
the Advanced Land Imager that improved observations of forest cover, crops,
coastal waters and small particles in the air known as aerosols. These
improvements allowed researchers to identify smaller features on a local scale
such as floods and landslides, which were especially useful for disaster
On the night of Sept. 6, 2014, EO-1’s Hyperion observed the ongoing eruption at Holuhraun, Iceland as shown in the above image. Partially covered by clouds, this scene shows the extent of the lava flows that had been erupting.
other key instrument Hyperion provided an even greater level of detail in
measuring the chemical constituents of Earth’s surface— akin to going from a black and white television
of the 1940s to the high-definition color televisions of today. Hyperion’s level of sophistication
doesn’t just show that plants are present, but can actually differentiate
between corn, sorghum and many other species and ecosystems. Scientists and
forest managers used these data, for instance, to explore remote terrain or to
take stock of smoke and other chemical constituents during volcanic eruptions,
and how they change through time.
Images of Disasters
EO-1 was one of
the first satellites to capture the scene after the World Trade Center attacks (pictured
above) and the flooding in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. EO-1 also
observed the toxic sludge in western Hungary in October 2010 and a large methane leak in southern
in October 2015. All
of these scenes, which EO-1 provided quick, high-quality satellite imagery of
the event, were covered in major news outlets. All of these scenes were also
captured because of user requests. EO-1 had the capability of being
user-driven, meaning the public could submit a request to the team for where
they wanted the satellite to gather data along its fixed orbits.
shows toxic sludge (red-orange streak) running west from an aluminum oxide
plant in western Hungary after a wall broke allowing the sludge to spill from
the factory on October 4, 2010. This image was taken by EO-1’s Advanced Land
Imager on October 9, 2010. Credit: NASA’s Earth Observatory
Enables More Efficient Satellite Collaboration
This image of volcanic activity
on Antarctica’s Mount Erebus on May 7, 2004 was taken by EO-1’s Advanced Land
Imager after sensing thermal emissions from the volcano. The satellite gave
itself new orders to take another image several hours later. Credit: Earth Observatory
EO-1 was among the
first satellites to be programmed with a form of artificial intelligence
software, allowing the satellite to make decisions based on the data it
collects. For instance, if a scientist
commanded EO-1 to take a picture of an erupting volcano, the software could
decide to automatically take a follow-up image the next time it passed
overhead. The Autonomous Sciencecraft Experiment software was developed by
NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, California, and was uploaded to
EO-1 three years after it launched.
This image of
Nassau Bahamas was taken by EO-1’s Advanced Land Imager on Oct 8, 2016, shortly
after Hurricane Matthew hit. European, Japanese, Canadian, and Italian Space
Agency members of the international coalition Committee on Earth Observation
Satellites used their respective satellites to take images over the Caribbean
islands and the U.S. Southeast coastline during Hurricane Matthew. Images were
used to make flood maps in response to requests from disaster management
agencies in Haiti, Dominican Republic, St. Martin, Bahamas, and the U.S.
Federal Emergency Management Agency.
The artificial intelligence software also allows a group of
satellites and ground sensors to communicate and coordinate with one another
with no manual prompting. Called a “sensor web”,
if a satellite viewed an interesting scene, it could alert
other satellites on the network to collect data
during their passes over the same area. Together, they more quickly observe and
downlink data from the scene than waiting for human orders. NASA’s SensorWeb software reduces the wait time for data
from weeks to days or hours, which is especially helpful for emergency
Laying the Foundation for
shows the Rodeo-Chediski fire on July 7, 2002, that were taken one minute apart
by Landsat 7 (burned areas in red) and EO-1 (burned areas in purple). This
precision formation flying allowed EO-1 to directly compare the data and
performance from its land imager and the Landsat 7 ETM+. EO-1’s most important
technology goal was to test ALI for future Landsat satellites, which was
accomplished on Landsat 8. Credit: NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center
EO-1 was a pioneer in precision “formation flying” that kept it orbiting Earth exactly one minute behind the Landsat 7 satellite, already in orbit. Before EO-1, no satellite had flown that close to another satellite in the same orbit. EO-1 used formation flying to do a side-by-side comparison of its onboard ALI with Landsat 7’s operational imager to compare the products from the two imagers. Today, many satellites that measure different characteristics of Earth, including the five satellites in NASA’s A Train, are positioned within seconds to minutes of one another to make observations on the surface near-simultaneously.
Idea: The reader and Paul make up after a blowout caused by Paul’s jealousy. Requested by imagine-luver.
Author’s Note: As of this morning, I have the flu. I know I’m not on my A-game, so if you aren’t satisfied with what I’ve written, I can certainly rewrite it or write something else when I am feeling better.
Word Count: 1,055
Paul had a temper and everyone knew it. Although you loved your hot-headed imprint, his possessiveness could be extremely overbearing. Most of the time, you adored how defensive he was about you, even if it was a bit domineering; it made you feel protected and cared for. Often, you didn’t really care that other guys avoided you. Not only were you not interested in anyone besides Paul, but you were also always around the pack. They had grown to be your second family and he didn’t care whether or not you were around them.
This time, however, it was different. Said guy was supposed to be your partner for a project worth 25% of your grade; the teacher had chosen everyone’s partners. After he brushed off your initial attempts to set up a time and place to work on the project, you had demanded to know what the problem was. His face and neck turned a bright shade of red before he managed to stammer out Paul’s name. Realization dawning on you, you assured him that Paul would understand that you two were just working on a project for school, and although he didn’t look completely convinced, with a lot of reassurance from your end, he agreed to meet you at the public library to work on it.
All went well, and by the end of your session at the library, you two would only need to meet one more time to get the whole thing finished. You felt much less stressed about the project, and your good mood showed when you were hanging out at Emily’s house the next morning.
Everyone was gathered in the small space of Emily’s kitchen. You were sitting on Paul’s lap, leaning your head on his shoulder and running your nails up and down his back the way you knew he liked.
“You’re affectionate today, sweetness.” He whispered in your ear, eliciting a shiver of delight from you. Before you could answer, however, Brady, one of the younger wolves, spoke.
“Maybe it has something to do with her new boyfriend.” Though he was clearly joking, a wide smile on his face, everyone in the room immediately stiffened, including Paul. He wasn’t one to take this kind of joke well. Or, you assumed he wasn’t; no one had ever been stupid enough to try before this.
“What did you just say?” Paul said through gritted teeth, and Brady froze instantly, the smile wiped from his face. You could feel small tremors begin to ripple through his body.
You were off his lap in a second, much to your dismay. He was shaking and advancing towards Brady menacingly.
“Say that again, pup.” He growled at Brady, whose face was now as white as a sheet.
“Paul, calm down. I already told you that I was at the library working on that big project with my partner yesterday.” You murmured, running your fingers through his hair. He shrugged you off, whipping around to face you. It seemed as though the damage was already done. You sighed, mentally. He was such a hothead.
“How convenient that you failed to mention that your partner was a guy.” He spat, tremors now ripping violently throughout his body. You felt as though someone had slapped you in the face. The implications of what he was suggesting caused a lump to form in your throat.
“If that’s what you really think then you clearly don’t know me at all, Paul.” You said, hurt seeping into your voice. A look of pain flashed in his eyes once he realized his words had wounded you. He quickly backed out of Emily’s front door and phased, the devastation in your voice the final straw responsible for his transformation.
You hadn’t seen him since the incident this morning; it was now well into the evening. You and the other pack members were at the beach, huddled around a bonfire. Everyone else was joking around, carefree and happy, while you sat there miserably.
“Hey, it’s alright. I’m sure he’ll be back soon, begging for forgiveness.” Emily said, nudging you and giving you a small smile. You appreciated the gesture, but her kind words did nothing to lighten your mood.
You stopped paying attention to the pack, choosing instead to watch the purples, yellows, oranges, and reds that streaked the sky as the sun set. Occasionally, Paul’s distraught expression would flash in your mind and your chest would ache.
What seemed like an immeasurably long amount of time passed before you felt warm arms wrap around you from behind.
“What are you doing sitting all alone, sweetness?” Paul’s deep voice said in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
“Waiting for my boyfriend. Though, apparently, I’ll take whoever is the most convenient.” You felt him stiffen at your words, though it was only for a second before he was lightly rubbing his nose against your neck.
“He sounds like a real dumbass.” He murmured, still nuzzling your neck. God, it was hard to think when he was doing that.
“Oh, he is. But I love him anyway.” You said, grinning and turning to face him, your smile letting him know that you had forgiven him.
He sat next to you and pulled you onto his lap, his dark chocolate eyes burning into yours. “I’m sorry, sweetness.” He said, his expression the most sincere you had ever seen it.
“It’s alright, Paul. Really.” You said, cuddling up to his warmth. His expression darkened, and you frowned; that was the opposite of what you wanted to happen.
“It’s not. When I get mad I sometimes, you know, I say things I don’t mean and—”
You cut him off with a kiss. “Baby. I forgive you.” He smiled widely, and you felt all the tension between the two of you melt away. You went in for another kiss.
“You two are so disgusting.” Jared called, his mouth half full.
“Chew with your mouth shut.” Paul replied, still smiling.
You two sat like that for a while, watching what remained of the sunset, taking comfort in one another. He murmured sweet nothings in your ear until your eyelids began to grow heavy.
“Just so you know, the project isn’t done. We have to meet at least one more time.” You said, yawning.
“Great, name the time and place and I’ll be there.”
"Who did this to you?" :) sterek :) pls & thanks [bonus points if Derek is the one who got hurt] ❤️
no bonus points sorry :(
“Who did this to you?” Derek grits out. He thought he was past this, the sort of anger that fills you up so completely that even speaking becomes a challenge - but apparently not.
Stiles takes a minute to answer, not due to raging emotions like the ones Derek is struggling with, but because he’s still rinsing blood out of his mouth, prodding a finger inside to check for broken teeth.
“I dunno,” he finally says, after he spits a mouthful of pinkish water into the sink. He says it flatly, not meeting Derek’s eyes in the mirror, while his heartbeat skips tellingly. “Some guys I didn’t recognize, a gang or something.”
“Bullshit,” Derek seethes. “This was personal.”
And it was. The damage is mostly on Stiles’ face - one eye already swollen half shut, and crusted with blood from the laceration on his brow where his head had hit concrete. His nose isn’t broken, but that’s more luck than anything. His lip is split in two places, raw and painful-looking. Derek’s sick looking at it. The wolf inside him howls at the idea that someone could do this to Stiles, to his mate - that they could know him and want to hurt him in this way. It’s driving him crazy. He wants to rip the world apart until whoever did this knows exactly what a travesty they’ve committed, until they regret Stiles’ pain as much as they ought to.
Stiles rolls his eyes and sighs, wetting a washcloth to gingerly dab at his bloody forehead. “It’s fine. You don’t have to leap in and avenge me, or whatever. Just forget about it.”
Derek growls, eyes flashing. “I can’t. Maybe you think it’s alright to just let it go, but I won’t turn the other cheek and pretend that the assholes who did this deserve to get away with it. I’m going to make them regret ever laying a finger on you. I want them to suffer. I’m sorry that I’m not like Scott, or your dad. You probably wish I was a better person who wouldn’t…”
“Now I didn’t say that,” Stiles says lightly, spitting into the sink again. He finally meets Derek’s eyes in the mirror, and there’s a cruel glint in his gaze that catches Derek’s breath and calms his wolf’s pacing anger. Stiles’ tongue prods at the larger split in his lip, a bead of fresh blood welling up for him to taste. When he smiles, there’s streaks of orange-red blood on his teeth.
“This one’s personal, is all,” he says. His hands are tight on the rim of the sink, big and capable, and Derek would fall in love with him all over again if he wasn’t entirely gone on him already.
“I don’t have to avenge you?” Derek says, less a question than a confirmation. He feels himself smiling to match Stiles’ wild grin, recognizing in his mate the same animal desire - eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth - that the rest of the pack never quite understands.
Stiles shakes his head. “Oh, no. I do appreciate the offer, but no.” His broad shoulders tense and release, the muscles visible under his shirt, and if Derek was the sort to feel sorry for his enemies he’d feel that way now. Stiles’ eyes refocus in the mirror so he’s meeting his own determined gaze, and he says, quietly, “No, I’ll take care of the avenging myself.”
The Quiet Game/A Pretty Picture (Connor M. x Reader)
AN; this is so fluffy and cute I’m getting flustered!!! enjoy babes!!!
TW; fluff overload, groping
You rolled your sweatpants up, smearing paint on your legs by accident. Your hair was up in a messy bun, and you were wearing a paint covered shirt. You took the clean paintbrush from behind your ear with a smile, bending over to pick up your paints from the sheet covered floor. Your music was blaring throughout the whole house.
You dipped your paintbrush in yellow paint and stepped forward, humming along to the song playing in the background.
The brush ran across the canvas, blending yellow streaks with orange and red strokes. You were painting a sunset, the one you had seen at the Orchard with Connor. You would forever have the sunset image locked into your memories, you had seen it when Connor proposed to you in a tall apple tree.
You hoped Connor remembered the sunset too, since this was a gift for him. It wasn’t really a surprise, since he had seen it before. He just figured it was getting sold to one of your very many costumers, even though it looked familiar.
You couldn’t hear the bear feet padding gently down the hall, but you saw Connor stopped in the doorway out of the corner of your eye. You didn’t turn to look at him because you didn’t want to break your focus. Connor thought you hadn’t seen him, so he leaned up against the door with a loving smile on his face. He stood there for a few minutes, wondering why you hadn’t seen him. The confusion turned to a bit of frustration, so he walked into the room, stepping to the beat of your song.
“Hey, babe.” Connor called loud enough for you to hear him over the music. He furrowed his eyebrows when you didn’t answer, but fully understood what you were doing when you started to giggle.
“Oh? So you’re just going to ignore me, yeah?” Connor mumbled, turning your music down a bit. You had done this to Connor before, and it had become a slight game between the two of you. Connor had to try to get you to say something to him, anything at all counted. You lost if you talked, but won if Connor gave up.
Connor suddenly cleared his throat and started belting out the lyrics to the song you were playing, flinging himself across the room as a dance. You turned and watched him, a huge grin on your face. You wheezed when he ran into the wall and fell to the ground, panting. Connor’s pout turned into a smile as he watched you laugh. You looked up and wiped a tear, raising your eyebrows at the way Connor was looking at you. You shrugged and turned back to your painting, your face turning pink.
Connor managed to make you feel like you were his everything, despite being together since high school. People say high school relationships don’t last, but you and Connor were living proof against that opinion.
“Okay, wow. I think I deserve to win for those epic dance moves.” Connor mumbled, walking up behind you.
You shook your head no and heard Connor dramatically gasp from behind you. You felt Connor really nearby, a weird warmth radiating from him.
“You’re so sexy.” Connor grinded on you, groping your boobs. You turned bright red and snorted, not letting him win that easy. You were a bit shocked, since he had never taken the game this far before.
“No?” Connor pouted, backing up. “Give me attention, woman!”
You turned around and smiled at Connor innocently. Connor smirked evilly and hugged you, reaching behind you to grab your cheap paints. You felt confused when Connor smeared his hand on your forehead and then stepped back quickly. You realized Connor had just smeared paint on your forehead and you smirked as well, grabbing pink paint and sauntering towards him.
“Oh, oh god.” Connor mumbled, walking around a blank canvas to hide. You jumped over the canvas and knocked Connor over, exploding pink paint all over the both of you. You smeared the paint onto Connors forehead with a large grin on your face. You heard Connor growl playfully as he grabbed a nearby pallet of different paints, throwing them at you. You laughed and reached over for a bucket of hot pink paint, dumping the whole thing on him. His eyes were wide, and he was laughing.
“Payback time!” Connor cried, flipping you over so he was on top of you. He tickled you like crazy, making you squeal and squirm. Pink paint was everywhere, with a mix of some other colors.
“O-o-okay!! Stop!” You laughed so hard it hurt your sides. Connor stopped tickling you and leaned back over you, hovering above your lips. Connor placed his forehead on yours and kissed you, mixing the pink paint on his forehead with the blue paint on your forehead.
“I win.” Connor whispered, sitting up quickly with a smirk.
“I hate you.” You mumbled, smiling at the pink paint in his hair and sitting up.
“Love you too, babe.” Connor snorted, pulling you into his arms and looking at the ‘blank’ canvas nearby.
“We made a beautiful painting, by accident.” You mumbled, looking up into Connor’s eyes.
“I’m sure we can make some other beautiful things by ‘accident’ if you know what I mean.” Connor smirked, raising his eyebrows.
“Okay,” you decided. “Let’s get to it.”
“Yep. Let’s go take a shower, hm?”
Let’s just say you two had hung that painting up in your daughter’s nursery nine months later when she was born. There was mostly light pink paint splattered on it, with specks of purple, yellow, and blue. It was a pretty picture, overall. A pretty picture, just like your small but still growing family.
(A/N): I’ve never been so excited to start a series in my life. I hope everyone enjoys reading as much as I had fun writing this! Heads up though, I have no idea how I’m gonna end this. Just get ready for a lot of emotional pain. Feedback is greatly appreciated!
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin
Genre: Expect lots of angst and smut, if I dare
Trigger Warnings: (For now) Strong language, very suggestive themes.
Word Count: 4058
Description: ‘Travellers’ are a rarity in this world, and so are the two men you treasure the most; your best friend, Jeon Jungkook and boyfriend, Park Jimin. They are the constant in your life that you’re never ungrateful for and you’ve never felt happier with both of them always by your side.
But everything as you know it changes entirely the day the universe decides to gift with you a nasty surprise, and for the first time in a long while, the future scares you. Your life gradually falls apart in front of your eyes, and there’s nothing you can do to keep it from crumbling away altogether.
They leave the car in town, rent bikes to explore the landscape, their bags fastened on the bicycle racks.They’re in awe of the vastness of the wonderful countryside all around them as they cycle along an earthy but even path, green meadows, trees of all shapes and sizes, fields of crops and flowers and a lake in viewing distance. Magnus reaches out a hand towards Alec who’s next to him and a moment later their hands are entwined and they’re smiling, their chests filled with overwhelming content.They arrive at a farm, are offered the nicest, fresh food they ever tasted and a room so quaint and lovely it didn’t take them a minute to decide to stay here. The bed is kingsized and Magnus bounces as Alec pushes him onto it, the look of surprise on Magnus’ face making Alec laugh before he covers his boyfriend’s body with his own, their giggles lighting up the house, until nothing but the sound of kisses can be heard - if one eavesdrop at their door.
The sun slowly rose over the city. Streaks of red, orange,
and pink covered the sky. The city was waking up. Cars honked every so often.
Birds chirped every few minutes. Stores flipped their signs to open and
unlocked their doors.
Somewhere in the city, two boys lay curled up in a bed,
still fast asleep.
The sun had taken up its position in the sky. It was a sunny
day out, with just a few clouds littering the sky. Cars honked at increasing
intervals. The streets started getting crowded. Someone was yelling down below.
People began lining up to get their daily fix of caffeine.
They were still asleep. One of them turned and mumbled
“Baz.” The other only hugged him closer in response.
A/N: Tumblr apparantly deleted the ask where this was requested??? But not before I wrote it down so I am victorious and it still got written. This was really fun to write, especially because this is my best friend’s absolute fave so I have a good grasp on his character from making personal content. Enjoy!
Warnings: Romantic beastmasters are addictive and should only be taken in small doses. Viewer discretion is advised.
Kiba + “Please shut up, I can’t stand how appealing your voice is”
Konoha had descended abruptly into a frigid autumn aura. The skies were streaked in hues of burnt orange and blood red. When the sun went down, the wind gusted confidently through the thin branches of shedding trees, the lovely chatter of the leaves skittering across stone roads chasing the residents’ dreams.
The lights were dimmed in the Inuzuka household, adding to the atmospheric autumn outside. Most of it’s residents were cozy in their beds. Only Kiba and you were awake, reclining comfortably in his spacious basement while the TV played cheesy horror movie reruns.
You had become very invested in the movie within the first ten minutes, scrutinizing every detail that passed the screen. It was a familiar game, born of equal parts excitement and fear. The scary parts were a little easier to endure and a lot better to understand when they could be predicted from previous scenes, you’d learned.
It was when the great plot twist- that you’d completely predicted, without error- occurred that you finally twisted a little under your boyfriend’s arm, shaking him to get his attention. “Did you see that! I totally told you that Tracy had cursed that necklace. It’s a shame they didn’t find out soon enough, though. Would’ve saved at least three deaths, but it wouldn’t have made for a good movie at that point- Kiba?”
You finally turned completely, only to see that your jostling had done little else but cause your boyfriend’s head to fall onto the back of the couch. Your immediate feeling was one of concern. He had only just returned from a mission a day ago. Had he hidden some horrible injury from you? Was his head okay? How could you not have noticed his state earlier?
You abruptly sat up straight, but your concern didn’t last long. You felt a muscle under your eye jump as he snorted, breaking out of a deep sleep and staring at you wide eyed for a moment. You scoffed under your breath, watching as he groaned and pressed his elbows to his knees, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes “Did you hear anything I had to say?”
He peered up at you, giving you his widest and best pathetic puppy eyes in the face of your obvious irritation, and shook his head. You sighed heavily.
“Well, in the last couple minutes of the movie, it was revealed that-”
He groaned again, throwing his head back against the couch and covering his ears with two of the fluffy pillows that framed the couch. “Please don’t spoil the ending. I’m sorry I slept through it.”
You fell into a sudden bout of silence, heat flooding from your neck into the roots of your hair. In the short time you’d been with the beastmaster, you had never been around him so soon after he’d fallen asleep. For all your proud talk of your unbreakable collectedness, you couldn’t stop the echo of the first word that had slipped from his mouth, shattering your usually-clear mind. The rough drawl on the syllables had your insides twisting deliciously. Your jaw clenched as you looked away from him.
Kiba pulled the pillows away from his head, and you were glad that you weren’t looking into his deep black eyes. You weren’t thinking that he would mistake your avoidant silence for apparent anger, and the thought only crossed your mind when he reached forward, curling his arms tightly around your waist and pulling you snugly into his side once more- obviously sucking up. He nuzzled into your neck, pressing light kisses under your jaw until you were giggling and attempting to shove off his chest and away from the tickling attention. He laughed, still low and husky from sleep, and once again quiet crept up around you.
Kiba didn’t seem to understand your behavior, and all you could do was keep a shiver from quaking down your spine as he spoke once more. In a slow, gravelly tone he affectionately murmured, “I love you. I’ll protect you, if this horror movie is what’s making you all distant.” Somehow his voice deepened as he continued, “Nothing will touch you while I’m around.”
You suddenly turned, curling your fingers against the base of his neck and dipping him down so that you could kiss him hard on the mouth. Although surprised, his fingers slipped into your hair without hesitation. His teeth caught against your lower lip, his eyes half lidded at the feel of your warm lips against him, your intoxicating scent completely surrounding him, and for a second he believed that the kiss meant forgiveness.
But then you languidly pulled away and stood, taking away your heat. Your scent lingered lovingly on his clothes and comforted him despite his confusion as you shook your head and marched around the couch, heading for the small fridge in the corner of the room. Cold water sounded heavenly to wash away the dryness in your mouth.
“What’s up with you?” Kiba asked, mussing his hair in an unsuccessful attempt to tame his messy brown locks.
“Please shut up.” You grumbled, feeling your heart thumping harshly against your chest. “I can’t stand how appealing your voice is.”
His eyes widened at your remark, finally understanding your discomfort. You looked thoroughly fearful as a mischievous smirk started to spread across his face.
Five times Jughead’s feelings for Betty were totally (not) platonic (at all). And one time his feelings were a lot more than that.
She’s been crying again. He pretends like he doesn’t notice the way her blue eyes are rimmed in red or the thickness in her voice or the little smudges of black under her lashes. It could be about Polly, or her parents. Maybe Archie. There are all kinds of reasons for her to cry these days, and the thought breaks his heart just as many ways.
“Hey,” He cups her delicate jaw in his hand, thinks she looks so gorgeously, tragically fragile in that moment that he could shatter her just by squeezing. “Look,” he nods toward the window of her bedroom, and her gaze drifts over to meet the orange and gold streaked sky. Her lips, swollen and tantalizingly red, curve just the slightest bit at the sight.
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Harry X OFC (AU)
In which Everley’s only company on a deserted island is a modern day pirate by the name of Harry.
Author’s note: Hi, everyone!! This is the very first full-length fic that I’ll be posting. It’s also the first writing with an OFC that I’ve posted. I hope that doesn’t deter anyone! I’m really excited for this, and I hope that you all are, too!! Edits and moodboards and anything you guys create for me make my little heart overwhelmed with joy, and I hope this fic sparks some inspiration. I’ve cast Naomi Scott as the main character (Everley)! Please give me any feedback that you might have! It always helps to hear from you guys. I love you all so much. Enjoy!! Xx
The air was already hot when Everley set out down the weathered dock with nothing but a set of jingling keys. She wondered briefly whether any clouds would protect her from the scorching heat of high-noon.
It was only seven in the morning. The sun was just breaking over the horizon, brushing the sky with streaks of red and orange. A team of geese squawked overhead, but everything else seemed so peaceful and sleepy in the empty harbor. There was not another soul to be seen—only Everley and the many docked boats.
Plot: Sean goes off in search of lilacs for a special project made for a special someone.
Extra: listen to Make Believe by Astronaut Husband ♡
Sean roamed the lavender grazed fields, the sky giving off a hazy orange hue as the sun began to set behind the clouds. He had parked his car on the edge of the hill and had left his phone on the passenger seat, unknowingly losing complete track of time. The past few hours had been spent going down each row of purple-infused lilac shrubs. He’d tune his hearing and lean in close - so close that he’d hear the buzzing of the bees and the rush of the wind against the leaves. He’d eye the crisp petals, his gaze tracing the white outline of each and every freshly bloomed lilac.
Some were limp, some were dry. Others were dull and it seemed as if they had never truly bloomed at all. It was only the best, the bold, the unique that he’d pluck and quickly set into his other palm. Then he’d start the cycle over again and lean in close, his mind wandering as his eyes sought for any sign of a ripe lilac.
By the time he had become satisfied with the number of delicate florets he held in his fist, the sky had begun to show signs of early evening. It was painted with streaks of deep oranges and reds, with a slight hint of a hazy blue peaking through the canvas of the sky.
“I’ve been here that long?” he mumbled quietly to the world. Only the sounds of nature whispered back, and he wandered back to his car, admiring the sheer beauty around him as he went. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he jammed the keys into the ignition and the engine began to hum in response. Gently setting the blossoms in the seat next to him, he pulled onto the road and left the setting sun behind him in the rearview mirror.
It took him ten minutes to get back to the building he had come from. He knew how to get there by heart. Every turn he took, every sign he saw, and every light he passed was embedded into his brain. A deep hatred pained his heart every time he’d glance at them - because they were familiar. But not every place that’s familiar is a good one.
He pulled into the parking lot and settled in a spot that was reserved just for him. It faced an off-white wall that sickened the pit of his stomach. Whenever he craned his neck to look at the top floor, his stomach would lurch. His fingertips would numb and his heart would pound against his ribcage. Sean’s pulse quickened as his eyes met the accustomed setting.
Before he knew it, hot tears were leaving silver paths down his cheeks. His bottom lip quivered and everywhere he looked would leave a pain in his chest so sharp that it was similar to a glass shard cutting through him. He reached for the copper wire in the backseat that he had twined himself earlier in the day. The pressure in his chest began to build and he wiped his sleeve across his face, setting the small custom-made crown in his lap.
His vision blurred. Panic rose in his throat. Forcing his eyes shut, he leaned his head against the steering wheel before a small sob escaped his hoarse throat.
For her, a thought crossed his mind, take a deep breath and finish this for her.
It caused him to sob louder, sharper.
Sean stayed there for a few minutes, gaining back his composure. He wiped his palms against his eyes, focusing on his breathing.
It felt like an eternity to him. Every tick of his racing pulse was a second gone by. But it was worth it. He had to be calm if he planned on going back in there.
Slowly raising his head, he took another glance at his surroundings and exhaled sharply. His stare landed on the copper wire. Sean grasped it gently, the cool metal drawing against his skin. He stared at it for a few more seconds, allowing a split second of admiration of the beauty of it to fill the void in his mind before he went to work.
For her, his thoughts repeated. For her. For her. For her.
Pinching a lilac, he’d wrap it around the crown and tie it in a perfected knot. They ranged in different sizes and shades, different pigments and patterns. It was his first attempt at this and he learned as he went, not focusing on who he was making the crown for but rather why.
To make her happy, he told himself. To see her smile again. Oh, God, it’s been such a long time since she has smiled.
Eventually, the flowers morphed and spun into a breathtaking display of a beautiful lilac flower crown. His chest ached, but the warmth of happiness flowed within him. He didn’t allow himself to focus on it any longer. If he did, he’d spiral back into the pit of negativity, and he wasn’t about that. He wouldn’t be about that. It was hard, but you become the person you are through the difficult times, don’t you?
Sean stepped into the elevator. His heart skipped a beat as his thumb pressed the number 9, the final floor of the hospital. The peaceful elevator music encircled him and he let himself doze off as his fingers traced over the crown.
He stepped off the elevator.
He let his feet take him where they wanted. He didn’t even bother. The walls were beautiful the first few weeks at the hospital, bursting with color. But now they were washed out and nothing about them made him feel comfortable. He didn’t look up at them, or at the paintings that watched him as he went, or the patients that strolled down the halls in search of entertainment. Eventually, he stood in front of the door. In his right hand, he held the dainty headpiece. In the other, his hand was settled on the knob.
Before he could second-guess himself, he allowed himself in, quietly shutting the door behind him.
“Sean?” Y/N asked quietly, using the armchairs to help herself up. She rushed over quickly, caressing the side of his face to get a better look at his eyes that were red and tearing. He mustered a smile at her concern. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he whispered almost inaudibly, pulling her into a hug. He embraced her before she pulled away, brows knitted in concern. Sean gave his wife another reassuring nod before turning the corner to the hospital bed.
The sudden presence in the room caused the little girl to glance up. Her big, blue eyes, identical to Sean’s, watched him as he came up and sat next to her.
“Dad!” Throwing her arms open, she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into the crook of his neck. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her in return, letting her pull away a few seconds later.
“Hey, Princess,” his smile reached his eyes for the first time in weeks. The pure happiness radiating off of her was contagious. He couldn’t help but grin at her joy. She pulled the covers over her frail, shivering body again. “I’ve got something for you,”
“Do you really?” she questioned curiously, almost immediately noting his hand that was held behind his back. Sean nodded.
“Close your eyes,” he said. A small grin curled her lips as her eyes fluttered shut. Taking the crown out from behind him, he glanced at it one last time before positioning it on the top of her head perfectly. She giggled and turned to her right, slowly peeking at her appearance in the mirror that was next to her.
Her eyes shot open and her jaw dropped, and she jolted upward from her position in the bed.
“It’s so pretty,” she marveled, reaching her hands up to touch it, as if it weren’t real. “Did you make this?”
Sean was met with a few seconds of silence before his daughter engulfed him in a hug again. It took him by surprise, but he squeezed her tightly and laughed at her excitement.
“It’s even prettier than my hair, dad,” she whispered, only loud enough for the both of them to hear. “I love it so much,”
She pulled away, and her crystal blue orbs had filled with tears. A sharp pain shot through his chest again, and his throat swelled up. He inhaled sharply and bit down on his tongue, using the pain to distract himself from the tears that wanted to fall. He took a deep breath and nodded.
“Don’t thank me. A beautiful crown for a beautiful princess,”
She smiled. A smile that spread from ear to ear. The same smile that she used to do, the one where her nose wrinkled. A smile that creased the corner of her eyes.
Looking at her reflection again, she smiled even bigger. He noticed.
And he watched as for the first time in months, she wasn’t focusing on the hospital, the nurses, the bloodwork, the IVs, the tests, the tubes, her bald scalp, her dry skin, and the medicine - no, she wasn’t focusing on that at all.
Fandom: Supergirl Pairing: Alex/Maggie Rating: M Summary: Part of a series of post 3x05 fix-it fics. This is all the ways that Alex and Maggie collide, post-breakup. Complete 1-shot, 12k
The rising sun reflected off the sheen of ice on the pond, casting the room with red and orange streaks. Maggie wrapped her fingers around the diner mug, letting the ceramic warm her hands before she took a sip. The ancient furnace groaned and clinked as it kicked on, sending gusts of warming air into the kitchen.
A knock at the door interrupted her contemplation of the back yard and she set her mug down and shuffled across the room, swinging the door open without looking. “Tom, you better not be stopping by on my day off–” Maggie ignored the blast of freezing air across her stocking feet as she took in the woman on her doorstep.