#Takeoff Projects

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Machine Learning Projects at Takeoff Projects

Machine Learning is a powerful technology that helps computers learn from data and make intelligent decisions. It is widely used in industries like healthcare, finance, e-commerce, and robotics to improve efficiency and accuracy. As the demand for machine learning experts grows, working on real-world projects has become essential for students and professionals.

At Takeoff Projects, we provide hands-on machine learning projects that help you gain practical experience. Our projects cover various fields such as image recognition, natural language processing, fraud detection, and recommendation systems. By working on these projects, you will learn how to collect and process data, build predictive models, and fine-tune algorithms for better performance.

We offer step-by-step guidance, making it easy for beginners to understand the concepts and implement them. Our projects are designed to give you a deep understanding of machine learning tools and techniques. Whether you want to develop a chatbot, detect fake news, or improve customer recommendations, we have the right project for you.

With the increasing demand for AI and machine learning professionals, having real-world project experience can give you a competitive advantage. At Takeoff Projects, we ensure that you not only learn theoretical concepts but also apply them to solve real problems. Our team provides support at every stage, helping you complete your projects successfully.

If you are looking to build a strong career in machine learning, explore the exciting opportunities at Takeoff Projects today!

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Deep Learning Projects for Students - Takeoff Projects

Deep Learning Projects are exciting and advanced applications of artificial intelligence that solve complex problems by mimicking the way humans think. At Takeoff Projects, we provide a platform for students and professionals to explore and work on innovative deep learning projects that are both educational and practical. These projects involve training neural networks to analyze large amounts of data and make intelligent decisions.

Some popular deep learning projects include image recognition, where models identify objects or faces in pictures, and natural language processing, which helps in building chatbots or translating languages. Deep learning is also used in healthcare to analyze medical images like X-rays to detect diseases, and in self-driving cars to recognize objects on the road and ensure safe navigation.

At Takeoff Projects, we guide learners through real-world projects such as creating speech recognition systems, building recommendation engines like those used by Netflix or Amazon, and designing AI models for time-series forecasting like stock price prediction. We simplify these concepts with hands-on support, making them easy to understand and implement.

We also focus on innovative areas like Generative Adversarial Networks (GANs), which can create realistic images or enhance low-resolution photos, and robotics, where deep learning enables machines to perform tasks like sorting or assembly. These projects not only build technical skills but also prepare learners for a bright future in AI and data science.

Whether you are a beginner or an advanced learner, Takeoff Projects helps you take the first step toward mastering deep learning. By working on these projects, you can gain practical experience and showcase your expertise, opening up exciting career opportunities in this rapidly growing field. Let’s take off into the world of deep learning Projects together!

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Power Quality Projects for Students at Takeoff Projects

The goal of power quality projects for students is to guarantee that there are no disruptions or breaks in the delivery of electricity to meet consumer needs. The objectives of these initiatives are to lessen power fluctuations, minimize harmonics, and increase voltage stability. Among the initiatives are the use of smart grid technologies for dynamic load management, the installation of sophisticated monitoring systems to detect problems early on, and the replacement of transformers and capacitors for increased efficiency. Research on energy storage technologies and the integration of renewable energy also helps to improve grid resilience overall. Power quality projects for students aim to improve operational efficiency, reduce downtime, and promote sustainable energy practices for a resilient and dependable electrical infrastructure by tackling these factors.

[srikanthymts]

Embedded System Projects for Students

Embedded system projects are everywhere and have become an invisible part of our daily lives. From the time we wake up to the time we go to bed, we interact with embedded systems. Imagine your smartphone, microwave, or alarm clock this is all embedded systems that make your life so much easier and without it we wouldn't have the kind of comfortable life that we all know.

Why Should Students Work on Embedded System Projects?

For students who want to apply their knowledge and experiences to real-life situations, embedded systems will suit your needs, and interest. They allow you to make the transition from theoretical knowledge to hands-on experiences-what more could you ask for? Regardless of whether you are studying electronics, computer science, or engineering, the process of implementing embedded systems exposes you to the behind-the-scene current industry needs.

Advantages of Embedded System Projects:

1. Development in Practical Skills: Students learn essential skills such as programming (C, Python), printed circuit board (PCB) design, and programming microcontrollers.

2. Project towards Application: Students embark on projects that can be used directly for out-of-school use, which makes them more industry-ready.

3. Problem-Solving Enhancement: Development of embedded system projects inspires creative solutions to problems as this is a helpful key aspect of developing technologies today.

Conclusion:

For students who want to enter the technology industry, and looking to make a difference, embedded system projects are a great opportunity to learn and accumulate expertise. Embedded system projects foster not only technical skills but also insight into the systems that keep modern life ticking along.

[ranilla-bean]

✨ The Mercy of Magpies 《喜鵲之恩》 ✨

3...2...1... takeoff! 🚀 @ashcremated & @ranilla-bean here to launch our project for @zukkabigbang2024 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

Rating: M Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender Pairing: Sokka/Zuko Chapters: 8/15 Beta: @faux-fires

Tags: Alternate Universe - Space, Space Opera, Depictions of Violence, Minor Character Death, Dilf Zukka, War, Han solarpunk, loosely inspired by Red Cliff (dir. John Woo), Decolonisation, Ghosts, the narrative is haunted, Getting Together, Slow Burn, eventual sexual content (i prommy), BBL Ozzy, thematically relevant magpies, interplanetary old man yaoi saves the galaxy

Summary:

In the XXXth span of the galactic war against the Phoenix King, the Avatar, Master of the Four Elements, summoned his trusted advisor to his side… Avatar Aang, prosecutor of the long war against the Fire Nation, tasks General Sokka with the recruitment of a secret friend hidden on his old home planet Emptiness II, razed a century ago. There, Sokka finds an impossible community, where peoples from all quadrants of the galaxy have taken root—headed by the Phoenix King’s own son Zuko. As he comes to trust them, Sokka becomes invested in the community. But war is barrelling towards them, and he must harness the spark between himself and Zuko to save Emptiness II… and the rest of the galaxy.

check out the rest of the chapter 1 art here!

[mccormicksystems]

The Top Features that Make McCormick Bidding Software a Game-Changer for Builders

Looking for bidding or building estimating software? Accuracy and efficiency are paramount. Builders and contractors know that every detail matters when estimating costs, managing projects, and delivering successful results. That’s where McCormick Bidding Software comes into play, revolutionizing the construction industry with its cutting-edge features and capabilities. 

See More: https://briteosmatic.com/the-top-features-that-make-mccormick-bidding-software-a-game-changer-for-builders.html

[pochunts]

CHARITHRA CHANDRAN GIF PACK

— ✰ on the page linked below in the SOURCE LINK, you will find ( TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FOUR ) hq gifs of CHARITHRA CHANDRAN sourced from her role as ISHA MALLIK in FIGHT OR FLIGHT (2025). charithra is 28 but was 27-28 while filming this project. she is of indian ( tamil ) descent, so please cast her accordingly. all gifs were cropped at 245x145 and were made from scratch by feifer for roleplaying purposes only. therefore, i am taking full credit for these.

gifs feature: Danny Ashok, Josh Hartnett, Hughie O'Donnell, JuJu Chan Szeto.

warnings/triggers: Airplane, aircraft things (flight/takeoff check, coffee pots/dispensers, towel, breathing masks), confined spaces (airplane bathroom), visuals of firearms (gun), dialogue/conversations about carrying firearms on an aircraft, scenes contexted around firearm going off, sharp objects (knife), knife wound (i think?), shakey footage (airplane turbulence), blood (small visuals from the other person's arm/body within the gif), scenes contexted around poisoning someone, viles of liquid poison, scenes contexted around suffocating someone, fighting, food (cookies), scenes contexted around the use of drugs, electrical machinery (chainsaw), someone dying in another's arms, smoke.

CLICK HERE FOR MORE GIF PACKS OF CHARITHRA

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[kissandtellus]

Flight Plan: Bad Ending

Synopsis: Part 2, to my previous Fic. Caleb can’t always keep his promises. The Spring banner for Caleb broke me and I couldn’t help but think of ‘what if’ worse scenario.

Warnings: Major character loss, grieving, bittersweet fluff.

"Vixen, come on baby... don't fail me now," he muttered, his hands flying over the damaged controls as the jet sputtered and groaned. The Deepspace had taken a heavy toll on her systems. "Y/n would kill me if I crashed you..."

Suddenly, a loud alarm blared through the comms system. "Colonel, this is Captain Harris. Your jet is severely damaged and cannot maintain flight. You need to eject immediately. Do you copy?" The captain's voice was stern, leaving no room for argument. "Caleb, answer me."

Caleb couldn’t leave all of the photos and notes of Y/n. He pressed the small projector on the portable USB, photos of him and Y/n popping up as the fighter jet slowly lost control under his fingertips.

If he was going to die, he wanted her to be his last memory.

"Negative, Captain," he replied, his voice barely audible over the whining of Vixen's engines. His fingers traced over the console where hundreds of your messages and photos were stored. "Can't abandon her. Not like this..." He knew he was being irrational, but seeing your face everywhere in this cockpit...

God, Y/n... if I'm going down, at least I'll die looking at your face," he whispered to himself, the projector casting soft images of you two laughing, kissing, arguing... every memory they shared playing out like a movie in front of him as Vixen spiraled towards the ground.

The fighter jet hit the ground with a deafening crash, sending debris flying in all directions. Caleb was thrown forward, his head striking the control panel with a sickening thud. As darkness claimed him, the last thing he saw was your smiling face on the broken projection, a memory from the damaged screen.

"...Pip...squeak..." his voice trailed off softly as blood trickled down his forehead. The fire from the crash started to spread, consuming what was left of Vixen. Through the crackle of flames, she seemed to hum a faint melody - your favorite song that he'd programmed into her sound system.

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Y/n scrunched her nose up as Caleb saw the playlist he had programmed into Vixen’s board. It sounded so light and airy coming from just a dangerous fighter jet. “Is that not corny?”

He chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Shut up," He teases, pulling her into a hug. "It's not corny if it reminds me of my favorite person." He sets the playlist as the default for takeoff and landing.

Besides, it's kinda perfect for takeoff. Gentle... then something that makes your heart rise." His fingers trace her jawline softly. "Just like you." He starts humming the melody from her favorite song, making her laugh. "See? Not corny at all."

He smiles, his eyes softening. "I remember everything about you, even the little things. Like how this song used to make you smile, even on the worst days. And how you'd always hum it when you thought I wasn't listening." He leans in, kissing her forehead gently.

Y/n can’t help the smile that rises to her face. “Alright fine…weirdo.” She mumbles, patting the side of Vixen’s wing. “So what happens if she ever goes down. Do you have any safety measures installed?”

"Of course. Vixen is equipped with the best emergency systems. Ejection seat for immediate escape if needed, Parachutes hidden throughout, Emergency locator beacon. And most importantly," He taps his chest, where the ever present dog tags lay.

“Me. I'm the most important safety measure. I know this bird inside out. If something goes wrong, I'll get us out of it." He winks at her, trying to lighten the mood. "Don't worry about Vixen. She's tough, just like you."

But Y/n isn’t entirely convinced.

“If something were to ever happen to you. How would I know? Is there a sign you can give me, even beyond the grave…” she whispers it out like it’s hearsay to even consider Caleb never coming back again.

His expression turns serious, almost solemn as he looks at her with intense eyes. Reaching out, he gently grabs both of her hands in his own calloused ones. "If something ever happens where I can't come back... there'll be two things."

“First, you'll feel it. You'll know in your heart that something's wrong. That's the connection we have, Y/n. It's unbreakable." He pauses, squeezing your hands gently. "Second, if I can't come back to you physically...”

His thumb tilts her chin up to gaze into those purple orbs she fell in love with again every single day.

“I'll leave you a sign. Something only you'll understand. It'll be a message from me, from beyond, to let you know, to let you know that I'm still with you, in a way." His thumb brushes over her engagement ring, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“Remember when we went camping as kids? Under that old sycamore tree? I carved our initials there. If something happens look for them. Look for the carved initials. That'll be me, reminding you I'm still there. Still loving you.”

~

Y/n stood at the gravesite, a place she’d been avoiding ever since Caleb died the first time around. Her heart ached, no, no it was shattered, there was nothing left to break.

She laid fresh flowers on Caleb’s headstone, slowly standing to brush off a leaf that had landed on top.

“You idiot…you fool…” she quietly cursed. “This was supposed to be our second chance….” The leaf brushed away on the wind. Y/n’s eyes followed it, until it collided with an old tree trunk.

Her eyes widened at the rough carvings. Their initials.

Her’s and Caleb’s, fresh on the tree. She felt her knees buckle, there was no way.

If she strained her ears enough in the quiet graveyard, she could almost hear him.

“I’ve got ya Pipsqueak…”

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[kale-theteaqueen]

Bumpy Takeoffs and Happy Landings

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Flying out at 7 am for a last minute work trip was already bad.

Flying out of Dulles was worse.

But to top it all off, Nesta's morning is entirely upended when the world's most obnoxious (read: gorgeous) pilot spills boiling hot coffee all over in what had to be the worst luck of all time.

Nesta was determined to forget it ever happened, to get through her week and back to her apartment where she could continue to hide away forever. But fate has other plans.

A meet-cute/hate featuring Pilot!Cassian and Diplomat!Nesta for @cassianappreciationweek 2024 Day 1: Flying

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Tag List: @c-e-d-dreamer @podemechamardek @talkfantasytome @moodymelanist @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk @doriansgf @eerievixen @sweet-pea1 @thewayshedreamed @agents-assemble @jsmelodies @aelinchocolatelover @unlikelypersonalknight1 @slipknotvol3 @stylishmuser @lady-winter-sunrise @bri-loves-sunflowers @misswonderflower @acourtofladydeath

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SR-71 Pilot explains why the Blackbird had to refuel right after takeoff (and it’s not because it leaked fuel)

KC-135Q

SR-71 Pilot explains why the Blackbird had to refuel right after takeoff (and it’s not because it leaked fuel)

The SR-71, the most advanced member of the Blackbird family that included the A-12 and YF-12, was designed by a team of Lockheed personnel led by Clarence “Kelly” Johnson, then vice president of Lockheed’s Advanced Development Company Projects, commonly known as the “Skunk Works” and now a part of Lockheed Martin Corp.

The SR-71 was designed to cruise at Mach 3.2, just over three times the speed of sound or more than 2,200 miles per hour and at altitudes up to 85,000 feet.

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CLICK HERE to see The Aviation Geek Club contributor Linda Sheffield’s T-shirt designs! Linda has a personal relationship with the SR-71 because her father Butch Sheffield flew the Blackbird from test flight in 1965 until 1973. Butch’s Granddaughter’s Lisa Burroughs and Susan Miller are graphic designers. They designed most of the merchandise that is for sale on Threadless. A percentage of the profits go to Flight Test Museum at Edwards Air Force Base. This nonprofit charity is personal to the Sheffield family because they are raising money to house SR-71, #955. This was the first Blackbird that Butch Sheffield flew on Oct. 4, 1965.

The SR-71 would be a very short-ranged aircraft were it not for air refueling, limited to around 2,000 NM. Multiple air refuelings extended the range of the aircraft to the limits of crew endurance. Many missions have exceeded 12,000 NM. Forward basing of the SR-71 and KC-135Q tankers permitted faster response, shorter range, shorter duration missions, fewer air refuelings, and greater overall efficiency.

KC-135Q crews and their aircraft were unique from the rest of the Air Force in several ways. Their aircrews in fact were the only one certified in Blackbird’s specific radio-silent rendezvous procedures, and their boom operators were the only ones qualified to refuel the SR-71.

Why did the Blackbird had to refuel right after takeoff?

The Q-model tankers had special plumbing between their fuel tanks, allowing them to transfer JP-4 and JP-7 fuel between various tanks. Their engine could burn transfer JP-4 or JP-7 fuel. If the SR-71 landed somewhere JP-7 fuel was not available, the Q-model tankers flew in with the fuel and, through the use of transfer hoses on the ground, were able to refuel the SR-71. One of the best advantages of flying the Q-model tankers is that their crews did not have to be on twenty-four-hour alert status like the rest of the SAC’s tankers’ crew members.

No story on the SR-71 would be complete without an understanding and appreciation of just how valuable the KC-135Q model tankers and their crews were to the successful and safe completion of every mission.

Actually, most SR-71’s operational sorties started off with a refueling after takeoff.

“Many people believe we refueled after takeoff because the aircraft leaked fuel so profusely that we needed to fuel up quickly,” says Col. Richard H. Graham, a former Blackbird pilot, in his book SR-71 The Complete Illustrated History of THE BLACKBIRD The World’s Highest, Fastest Plane. “We had to refuel right after takeoff for only one reason, and it wasn’t because we leaked JP-7 fuel on the ground. Yes, the plane does leak fuel, but not enough to require refueling after takeoff.

SR-71 Pilot explains why the Blackbird had to refuel right after takeoff (and it’s not because it leaked fuel)

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SR-71 Pilot on why the Blackbird had to refuel after takeoff

“The JP-7 fuel reaches temperatures well over 300 degrees F. during Mach 3 cruise, making the fumes in each of the six fuel tanks very volatile and potentially explosive. The metal skin of the aircraft approaches 400 degrees F., adding to the volatility of the fuel inside the tanks. One of our aircraft limitations was a maximum speed of Mach 2.6 without an inert atmosphere inside the fuel tanks.

“The aircraft had three liquid nitrogen Dewar flasks containing 260 liters of liquid nitrogen, located in the nose wheel well. The only way to ensure 100 percent inert atmosphere in each fuel tank was to refuel the plane inflight completely full of JP-7, allowing ambient air in each fuel tank to vent overboard. Once full of fuel, gaseous nitrogen would now dominate each fuel tank’s empty space above as it burned off JP-7. The nitrogen gas pressurized each fuel tank to 1.5 psi above ambient pressure and inerts the space above the heated fuel to prevent autogenous ignition. This is why we refueled after takeoff. Then we could safely accelerate beyond Mach 2.6.”

“Yo-Yo”

Graham concludes:

“There was one other way of achieving tank inerting, called a “Yo-Yo,” but this was a maintenance nightmare. A few of our missions required the SR-71 to accelerate to Mach 3+ right after takeoff with a 65,000-pound fuel load. The Yo-Yo procedure had the crew chief completely refuel the plane to full tanks of 80,000 pounds of fuel. Then, with the nitrogen pressurization system working, they de-fueled 15,000 pounds of JP-7, ending up with a 65,000 pound fuel load and a plane that was capable of going immediately to Mach 3+.”

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Electric Vehicle (EV) Projects for Students - Takeoff Projects

Electric Vehicles (EVs) are the future of transportation. They run on electricity instead of petrol or diesel, which helps reduce air pollution and saves fuel costs. EVs are eco-friendly, quiet, and cost-effective in the long run. Many companies and students are now working on Electric Vehicle projects to understand how they work and how to improve them.

At Takeoff Projects, we help students and professionals build real-time EV projects. Our projects include building mini electric cars, smart charging systems, battery monitoring, and energy-saving designs. We focus on both hardware and software parts of EVs. Our team explains every topic in a simple way so that even beginners can understand. We also support you with step-by-step guidance, project kits, and final reports.

Electric Vehicle projects help students learn about motors, batteries, controllers, sensors, and charging systems. These skills are useful for jobs in the EV industry, which is growing fast in India and across the world. With the help of Takeoff Projects, students can build working models and gain confidence in their engineering knowledge.

[deepcreekvultures-writing]

"Tequila and Palmistry"

Spencer Reid x Drunk!Reader

Words: 4,754

Tags: Drunken Flirting, Spencer Reid Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Spencer Reid takes care of drunk reader, Spencer Reid Ranting, Mentions of Violence, Spencer Reid's hands, I Love Spencer Reid, Feelings, Idiots in Love, Drunk Reader, Early Seasons Spencer (S1/Early S2)

After a tough case where you were almost killed by the unsub, the team decides to go to the bar and unwind. While there, Spencer ends up having to keep you from going off the deep end.

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Watching you drink was like watching an Olympic sprinter in their prime. You were slamming shots back like they were nothing as soon as the team got to the bar. 

The last case was particularly intense for you, considering you fit the unsubs target perfectly. No one batted an eye at you nursing yourself with alcohol.

Except Spencer.

He had attempted to say something after your fourth shot, but Morgan placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered a soft “Let her have this, kid.” 

After your sixth shot of tequila, you moved on to tequila sunrises, which you went through like water. Gideon finally put his foot down after your third sunrise, instructing you to make the fourth last because you were being cut off.

Luckily for Gideon, you weren’t a mean drunk.

Spencer was surprised at how peppy you were under the influence. During cases, you kept your guard up, letting loose just a little when you were alone with Spencer, but you always kept it at arm's length.

At some point, you slid your glass into Spencer’s hand, grabbing Elle and Penelope by the wrists and pulling them to the center of the bar to dance. He glances down at the glass in confusion before looking up at Hotch and Morgan. Hotch smiles to himself, sipping on his beer, while Morgan whistles playfully.

“She trusts you with her drink, Pretty Boy. That’s an accomplishment.” 

“Actually, this bar invests in straws that are able to detect whether or not Rohypnol or any other drugs are in the drink.” Spencer responds, still keeping the glass in his grasp.

“I’m sure she’s too slammed to notice, Reid.” Derek chuckles in response.

“This is a one-time deal; next time we go out together, we have to make sure she doesn’t go off the rails like this again.” Hotch sighs, glancing over at you, dancing with Elle and Penelope, who are more focused on making sure you don’t fall. Gideon grabs his jacket, sliding it on.

“It was a hard case for her; she needs to let off some steam. Why aren’t you drinking anyway?” Morgan asks, leaning over to Spencer.

“I don’t really drink.” Spencer shrugs, flicking his finger against the smooth of the glass. His eyes trained on the straw in your cup. As much as he wanted to convince himself that you gave him your drink on purpose, it was just too unlikely for him to really dwell on it. 

Except he did dwell on it. 

His eyes slid over to you. Your hair fell over your face as you danced around, your features illuminated by the dim lighting, and your soft eyes shone as you smiled. Spencer isn’t sure how to feel about you being so drunk. 

On one hand, you were pretty much catatonic after your interaction with the unsub. You sat next to him in the jet, staring down at your dirt-covered hands, completely still for the almost 3-hour flight.

On the other hand, he knew you were only drinking to try and get the awful taste out of your mouth. The terrible twisting of your stomach that caused you to dry-heave in the jet’s lavatory for half an hour before takeoff. 

Gideon stands from his place at the end of the booth; he rounds the table and leans down to speak with Spencer. “You’re in charge of her.” 

All Spencer can do is nod, as Gideon leaves quickly after with not much more than a wave. But as you made your way back to the table, somehow finding your way between Reid and Morgan in the booth, he couldn’t help but feel relief.

He handed you the drink, and you took a small sip before turning your whole body towards him and looking him directly in the eyes. 

“Did you try it?” You asked seriously.

“No- No, I didn’t.” Spencer shakes his head, embarrassment tinting his cheeks.

“Whaat??” You pulled back, your face contorting into stern confusion. “You have to try it, now—here, here.” 

You held it out to him, your fingers delicately holding the straw for him.

Ignoring the snickers from the others, Spencer leans in and takes a small sip. The tequila burns, but it’s rounded out nicely by the sweetness of the grenadine and the soft tart flavor of the orange juice.

Clearing his throat, Spencer speaks, “Originally, tequila sunrises contained tequila, lime juice, soda water, and créme de cassis when it was initially invented at the Arizona Biltmore Hotel in the 30s or 40s.”

You stared at him as he spoke, wide-eyed with your lips slightly parted. You blinked a few times, eyebrows furrowing as you tried to follow what he was saying.

“The modern tequila sunrise was popularized in the 70s by the Rolling Stones when they were kicking off their tour at a bar in Sausalito, California.” You nodded slowly at his explanation, your lips pulling into a bright smile as you set your cup down on the table. 

He didn’t really think you understood that. But your face shone like the first burst of light at dawn, waking the morning flowers from the chill of night.

His face warms, looking away from you to glance around the bar. Morgan taps your shoulder, grabbing your attention. Using his hands to shield your ear, he whispers something to you, causing you to break out into a fit of loud giggles. Derek shushes you, laughing along.

Your hands find your face as you slump back into the booth, muffling your laughter into your palms. After laughing for a good five minutes, you drop your hands into your lap. Your face was flushed, your eyes moist with laughter-filled tears. Your lips are pulled into a bright, sloppy smile, your teeth shining against the dull light of the bar. A few strands of hair fell into your face.

Derek looked proud of himself, shooting Spencer with a knowing look. Gesturing to you, mouthing ‘go for it’.

Spencer ignores him, looking around the bar in an attempt to ignore the flushed beauty beside him. But you turn, grabbing his arm. 

“Spencer,” You shake him a bit, trying to get his attention. He was already looking at you, but you shook him anyway. “Spencer, Spencer, where’s Gideon?”

“Uhm, he left a few minutes ago.” 

“Oh, boo, how lame." You pout, your hand still firmly holding Spencer’s bicep. You turn your head, eyeing your drink. A grin creeps slowly onto your face.

“Don’t get any ideas. You’re still cut off.” Hotch interjects, noticing the way you were eyeing your glass. 

You deflate immediately, slumping into the seat, your hands falling into your lap as you pout. Spencer watches you, a little amused but ultimately concerned with your shift in mood.

After letting you stew for a minute, Spencer turns to you, clearing his throat before opening his mouth to speak. He falters, however, when he sees your face. 

Your bottom lip juts out, glistening under the light and drawing his eyes. Downcast eyes steal his attention from your lips, leading him to your upturned palms. Your pout melts into a deep frown, your inebriated brain feeding the memories of what happened just 5 hours ago.

“Uhm,” Spencer starts, leaning over to point at your hands, “have you heard of palm reading?” His voice is unsure, wavering a little as you look up at him.

You both nod and shake your head, your eyes widening a little as he pulls you out of your thoughts. Putting your hands down on the seat, you push yourself up, giving Spencer your full attention. You stare at him for a second before scrambling to show him your hands again.

“It’s also called palmistry or chiromancy, and it’s unknown where it originated exactly.” Spencer bites his lip, glancing down at your palms. “But it has ties to a lot of eastern cultures.” 

“Like where?” You ask, your voice insistent.

“Indian, Tibetan, Chinese, Nepali, Persian, Babylonian, Canaan, Sumer, and Arabian cultures have history with palm reading.” He lists, watching as you slowly tilt your head down, trying to follow his words. Your eyes never leave his face, squinting slightly as his words slip in one ear and out the other.

Deciding to just keep talking rather than waiting for you to speak, Spencer continues, “Palm reading uses the natural creases in the flesh of your palms to predict things about your life and personality.” 

Spencer hesitates before placing his left hand underneath yours, settling his palm against the back of your hands. Chewing on his bottom lip, he uses his right hand to map out your palms. His index finger hovers, making sure not to touch the lightly calloused skin.

“Are my palms-” You lean a little closer, your eyes wide as your gaze flicks between his face and your hands. “Are my palms whispering to you?”

You were whispering to him—well, more like mumbling. Spencer furrows his eyebrows, leaning back a bit.

“Are your- are they what?” He stammers, a smile threatening to pull at the corners of his lips. You giggle, letting your head fall forward and rest in your open hands. You stay like that for a second to let it out before lifting your head again.

“You’re so cute, Dr. Reid.” A heavy sigh follows that statement, along with a sloppy grin. Before Spencer has the opportunity to flounder in response, you continue, “What were we talking about?”

“Um... Palm Reading?” His slender fingers tap against the back of your hands mindlessly.

You purse your lips, squinting your eyes just a smidge before smiling again. 

“Okay, okay, keep telling me about it." You scoot a little closer, folding one of your legs under you, your knee knocking against his thigh. “Please?”

Your face was still flushed, though Spencer wasn’t sure if it was from the tequila that still lingered on your breath or from the fact that you were sitting so close to him.

“Oh, yeah- yeah, sure…” He bites at his bottom lip, looking back down at your palms. “So... the main lines used for palmistry are the life line, the heart line, the fate line, and the head line…” 

Spencer continues talking, making sure to keep his gaze cast down to your hands as he explains what people look for when reading palms. You stayed quiet, and he was almost positive that you weren’t listening; honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised if you had fallen asleep. 

He maps out each line for you after thoroughly explaining what each of them meant. Spencer didn’t really believe in palmistry or astrology, but he had to admit that so far it was pretty accurate.

Especially when your life line described you as enthusiastic and courageous. 

That was one of the many things Spencer admired about you. You had no qualms about being who you wanted to be, and it gave him the confidence to do the same.

Though sometimes you had a hard time remembering that about yourself.

“…and your heart line tells us about your cardiac health, possible depression, emotional stability, and, um… and romantic perspectives.” Spencer swallows, his shoulders slightly hunched as he looks intently at your palms. You straighten up, drawing his eyes to your face. 

Your lips parted, your eyes holding excitement as you looked down at your own palms. Glancing up at him and meeting his eyes, you smile, the tip of your tongue fitting between your teeth. 

“Keep going.” You whisper, nodding at him incessantly. Spencer pauses, unable to tear away from the light shine in your eyes, illuminated by the warm lighting hanging from the rafters of the bar.

“…your- your heart line, um,” he stumbles over his words, snapping his head back down to look at the crease in the fleshy part of your palm. “Your heart line begins in between your middle and index fingers, and it’s straight and parallel to your head line.”

Spencer finally presses the pad of his finger into your palm, dragging it along the crease as he talks. He still cradles your hand lightly with his other, his thumb absentmindedly sliding against your knuckles.

“Mm, what does it mean?” You ask sloppily, your articulation faltering.

“It means that you are... caring and understanding.” He slides his finger back to where the line begins, noticing how your fingers twitch. “And that you have a good handle on your emotions.” At that, you laugh, gently bumping your head against his as you do.

“Doesn’t feel like it.” You mumble, your head partially sliding against his as you slump into him. Spencer stiffens at the contact.

“Sorry, ‘m tired,” You wiggle your fingers, attempting to draw his attention back to your hands. 

“So, like- does it say anything about who I’m gonna… marry?” 

“No- uhm, no, not who.” Spencer swallows; the weight of your head dropping onto his shoulder scrambles his thoughts. “But the marriage line is here.” He slides his finger to the small line underneath your pinky.

“It’s pretty straight, which means that you’ll have a long, happy marriage.” 

You hum in acknowledgment, looking down briefly at your palms before turning your hands over and wrapping your hands around his. Spencer looks up, making eye contact with Elle, who mouths a ‘wow’ before sipping her drink. 

His attention is drawn back to you as you drag yourself off of him haphazardly. You turn his hands, exposing his own palms as you lean down, hunching over them to get a closer look. 

There is almost no way you could even see the lines in his palms very well, considering that your head was blocking the lights. 

Lifting your head suddenly, Spencer has to pull back to avoid getting smacked in the face. 

“This line probably means that you’re suuper smart and stuff,” you say, tapping his head line with your pinky. “And this line probably says that you’re really cute, and this line probably says that you’re like… I dunno, a little silly." You alternate tapping at his different lines. You were trying—kind of. 

Spencer’s face grows hot, swallowing hard and trying to remind himself that this was just you, completely inebriated and not thinking straight.

“Silly?” He raises his eyebrows, watching your face with concern.

“Uhuh, silly. Like… like… I don’t know; you’re just silly. And gorgeous.” You look down at his hands and say, “And you have really pretty hands.”

Spencer stares at you, his mouth gaping like a fish as his eyes slide around your features. 

You blinked slowly, your hands sliding against his as you fidget with his slender fingers. 

“Oh!” You exclaimed way too loudly for the small bar. You pull yourself away from him, the force with which you do so causes you to tilt back and fall into Morgan. 

Spencer scrambles to grab your forearms, pulling you off of Morgan. “Are- are you okay?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“You don’t like it when people touch you!” You attempt to wiggle yourself out of his grip, failing despite how loose his hold was.

A deep pout rests on your lips, and you look up at him guiltily.

“No, it’s fine.” He tries to still you, embarrassed by your antics. “It’s okay; you’re fine, I don’t mind. Let's get you home, okay?”

“Huh?? No, no, I’m having so much funn” You flounder, slumping yourself into the seat in protest. You start to slide off the booth seat, your lower body disappearing under the table. 

Spencer stammers, hooking his arms around yours and attempting to keep you from slipping to the floor.

“Woah, no, come on, I’ll take you home and I can teach you how to read my palms?” He pulls on your arms, looking over at Morgan, who lends a hand by wrapping an arm around your torso and pulling you back onto the seat. Morgan snickers, but leaves Spencer to handle your state of unrest.

“I already know enough about you, gorgeous-genius-doctor-boy, but can’t you dance with me?” You whine, Spencer’s arms are still hooked around you to keep you from slipping away again.

“I- well… No- no, not here, we can dance at your apartment?” he suggests, gently pulling you out of the booth.

You let him pull you, offering little help until he forces you to stand. Staring up at him with a pouty glare, you huff, the gears turning in your head.

“Promise?” You hold out your pinky, wiggling it at him. 

He relents, hooking his pinky around yours. You smile, latching your finger around his in a tight grip.

“Okay! Bye losers!” You shout at the rest of the table, unceremoniously dragging Spencer away. He attempts to grab his bag from the booth, but your grip is too tight. 

Elle manages to toss it to him, his hands fumbling to get a good grip on it as he’s wrenched through the exit of the bar.

“Wait, slow down!” He yelps, shoulder-checking the door as you tug him down the stairs.

“Come on, pretty boy, relax!” You laugh

“Do you even know where you’re going?”

“Northbound.” You say, deepening your voice and pointing to your right.

“That’s east.” Using his free hand, Spencer spins you to face him. “We’re calling a cab.”

You scoff, letting go of his pinky finally as you flail your arms at your sides.

“No, what, no- no, no, no, I’m not getting buried again, Spencer." You whine, the weight of your words slipping off your shoulders, numbed by the tequila in your system.

Spencer frowns, his eyebrows raising slightly as he looks at you. Your loosened, drunken state could only mask your worries to some extent.

“You won’t be buried; I’m with you,” he says, placing his hands on your biceps.

“But you could get hurt... and I don’t wanna see your gorgeous face and body all... like... dead." Your articulation slips, words blending together. Tapping the tip of his nose with the side of your finger, you pout, shuffling your weight from foot to foot.

“I won’t die; I’m gonna get you home, and then you’re going to bed-“ A hand slaps over his mouth, a little harder than necessary.

“We’re dancing.” You say sternly, rubbing his mouth with your palm, when you realize that you hit him harder than intended. 

“Okay- okay, stop-stop doing that,” He grabs your wrist, pulling your hand to the side. “I’m gonna get you home, and then we’ll dance.” 

Pleased, you hum lightly, closing your eyes. “Let’s do it, honey bee.” 

Spencer ignores the churning in his stomach as he leads you along the sidewalk. Your hand slides around his body as you circle around him. Up and down his chest, around his waist, and up his spine. It was dizzying how well you were circling him despite the alcohol coursing through your system. You only stumbled once or twice, grabbing onto him each time to steady yourself.

Spencer was having a hard time keeping it together; it was already hard enough keeping his feelings to himself day to day when you acted like a normal person. Drunk you was making everything way harder. He wondered if he told you exactly how he felt if you would remember.

You weren’t acting completely blacked out drunk, and Spencer had never seen you like this before. He was just glad you were a nice drunk. And mildly manageable.

He was very glad that your apartment was on the ground floor; he didn’t have to worry about getting you up stairs. You stood next to Spencer, your right hand against the white door, as you fumbled with your keys in your left. Pouting down at the object, you let out an annoyed huff, tilting your head to the side and squinting at the ring of keys.

“Who needs this many keys?” You grumbled, letting your fingers go slack as Spencer takes the keys from you. 

“You, apparently.” Spencer smiles, finding your door key and unlocking the door. He ushers you inside, his hand finding its way to rest on your back, pretty much pushing you through the doorway.

Kicking your shoes off, you turn to Spencer “Shoes off, Cowboy, we can’t have my carpeting get all grody.” 

Spencer nods, smiling at the nickname but ultimately ignoring it. He takes off his shoes, setting his bag next to them, before straightening up and beelining to your kitchen. Opening each cabinet, he finally finds your cups. You stumble your way to lean on the counter next to him, pursing your lips at him.

“What’re you doing?” You ask, glaring at the cup in his hand as he fills it with water.

“Drink this,” Spencer holds it out to you. You just stare at it, pressing your lips into a thin line. “Please?” He sighs, pouting just a little. Your face lights up at his plea, your mouth falling open and your face flushing red.

"Spencer, you can’t do that, not fair.” You snatch the cup from him, chugging the water out of spite. Spencer watches you, his eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed together in confusion. 

Slamming the cup onto the counter, you hold up your arms, “Okay! Dance time, come here!”

Spencer is dragged back into the living room, your hands firmly grasping his wrists as you walk backwards. He watches your path for you, maneuvering you gently to avoid your coffee table. 

Dropping his arms, you bow sloppily with a giggle, “May I have this dance?”

He chuckles, offering an awkward bow in response as he fumbles over his words, “Yeah- sure… okay.” 

You laugh, sliding your hands down his forearms, your fingers brushing against the center of his palms. Curling your fingers around his, you lift his hands, tugging him closer.

He swallows the lump in his throat as his chest presses into yours. Spencer chews on his bottom lip as you settle his hands on your waist. You smelled like tequila, but the scent of your shampoo still lingered in close proximity. You smelled good—drunk, but good.

“No music?” He asks, clearing his throat as your arms wrap around his shoulders. 

“Nah, my head hurts." You shake your head, guiding him in a small sway. Spencer was a little worried that you were going to have him actually dance, but he was happy to sway along with you. 

Your apartment was dark, only lit by the weirdly bright fluorescent light from your kitchen. You giggled quietly to yourself as you swayed, finding it a little difficult to get him to move with you. His heart rate calms slowly as you both sway in silence. You had closed your eyes, threading your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tracing small circles into his skin. It was nice.

The heat of your body against his fills him with warmth, and he can’t help but look away. His eyes training on the light switch a few feet away as he wills his face to not get any redder. Your touch simmered against him, the low burning embers of his feelings threatening to ignite in the dark space of your living room. 

But you were drunk, and there was very little he could do to rationalize your actions beyond that. If you weren’t completely inebriated, Spencer might consider the fact that you might like him too. 

“Spencer,” you call out to him softly, goading him into meeting your eyes again. He couldn’t help but notice the gravity added to your previously weightless tone.

“Yeah?” He whispers his reply, his eyes returning to your face. The swaying continues, offering a loosely followed rhythm to the conversation.

“How did you feel?” You mumble back, letting your head fall back slightly. You keep your eyes on his face, scanning his expression.

“How did... what feel?” 

“Watching me crawl out.” You let out a small huff, as if he were supposed to read your mind, “Like, how did it feel for you?” Spencer freezes, his hands tightening their grip on your waist.

It felt awful.

Watching you, his headstrong, kind, confident, and loving friend, crawl your way out of a freshly packed grave. Hands bound, tears soaking mud to your cheeks, clothing torn, a hateful fire in your eyes.

It felt awful.

Watching you grapple with the unsub, using your bindings as leverage to choke the man out before crumbling to the ground in tears.

It felt awful.

Watching you bottle it up, riding to the hospital in silence, only letting the team touch you despite the insistence of the doctors. 

It felt awful.

Washing off your dirt-covered hands in the jet with a small rag he had found, soaked in the cold water from the lavatory sink. 

It felt awful.

But Spencer couldn’t claim that awful feeling, knowing that you must feel so much worse. You fought and fought for those two days you were held captive, feeding into the unsubs delusion to keep yourself alive.

You were the one who was thrown into a six-foot-deep hole and buried alive.

He’s not sure how to answer your question, but you watch him patiently, your fingers gently sliding down his neck. 

“I… I don’t know, I was- I was scared, worried..." He whispers, his stomach churning with the thought that he shouldn’t burden you with the way he was feeling. 

“You were scared…” Mumbling, you tilt your head to the side, your lips pursing and twisting to the side. “Is it bad… that you being scared for me, makes it hurt less?” Your articulation is off, and your words are almost lost to him. Inhaling sharply, Spencer leans forward a bit, his arms circling around your back and flattening against your shirt. 

“No, no, it’s not bad... How did it feel for you?” He asks carefully, watching your face as it contorts in ten different ways. You sigh heavily, your arms loosely resting on his shoulders.

“It’s the worst thing... you fight and you fight, you do what you can to survive... and then you get thrown in a hole and smothered in the earth.” You pout, tilting your head to the side, fiddling with your fingers behind his head.

Spencer bites his lower lip, his eyebrows raising in concern. He watches your face, your eyes glossing over, staring into the pattern on his tie. 

“Spencer… I dunno what to do with myself…” You murmur, pulling yourself closer and resting your forehead on his shoulder.

Tilting his head, his cheek presses into your hair. His hands press into your shoulder blades, giving you an awkward squeeze. 

“…you don’t have to know; we can just take it one step at a time.” He speaks gently, letting his hand circle over your shoulder blade.

“Ugh… your mouth words are so gorgeous…” You mumble.

Spencer isn’t really sure what you mean, but he decides to take it at face value. “Thanks?” 

You lift your head, a frown etched on your lips. As you look up at Spencer, the frown dissolves into a small smile. The bright lighting coming from your kitchen illuminates the side of your face in stark contrast to the rest of the dark room. 

“You’re so gorgeous in your face too.” You slide your hands around to bracket his face, squishing it a little between your palms. Spencer’s face grows hot under the feeling of your hands, his eyes widening a bit.

“If you ever, like- I dunno, do you ever think- like, think about kissing me? Cause… if you do, you should kiss me.” Spencer goes to respond, but you slap your hand over his mouth again, rubbing his mouth soothingly afterwards.

“When I’m sober! When I’m sober so I can remember and stuff…” You take your hand off his mouth, sliding the tip of your finger down the bridge of his nose. 

“Oh- uhm… yeah okay." He nods, biting his lip anxiously. His eyes flutter close at your touch, the heat of his emotions burning at the apex of his cheekbones.

You smiled sloppily up at him, content with the plan you set in place, guiding him into swaying with you again. Your finger traces his features loosely, your muscles relaxing into his touch as you start to come down from your drunken high. Tiredness crawls its way up your spine, settling into your eyelids, and you find yourself having a hard time holding them open. 

“When I wake up...” You start, letting your eyes fall closed, “…when I wake up, don’t- don’t let me push you away.” 

Spencer smiles at that, laughing affectionately at your words.

“Okay.”

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