#flighing a plane

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

BAU team x Child victim reader

Just watched the last episode of Sherlock and thought if this idea for a oneshot.

Summary: A child wakes up on a plane everyone around her is asleep even the driver, she is the only one awake with knowone to help her.

Third person pov...

The airport was filled with people and families trying to get on the right flight, Currently the L/N family had just got through security. Mrs L/N was holding her daughters hand as they grabbed their bags.

"Hurry up Y/F/N" she yells as her husband teails behind, Mr L/N dragging the heavy luggage behind. It was currently 7pm their flight was for 8pm, 8 year old Y/N was tired of walking they had driven down from their home in Los Angeles.

"I'm tired can we get on the plane yet" yawned the child as her Dad laughed, he then grabbed her and put the tired girl on top of the suitcase he was pulling.

The girl giggles and holds on to the handle her legs swinging, the laughter drew peoples eyes they smiled at the sight. "Happier Honey?" Asks her Dad as the 8 year old Continues to giggle her exhaustion momentarily forgotten.

Mrs L/N rolls her eyes at her husband and daughter but smiles, at least they can sleep on the plane, their flight was 5hours and 18 minutes from California to Virginia from one side to the other side of America.

Soon the family of three are able to sit as they wait to board their plane. Y/N fidgets in her chair she was bored then saw someone a man he was looking around almost scared.

Y/N stared at him, when he saw an 8 year old watching she quickly looked away and turns to her Dad who gives her his phone to play on.

"Come on N/N time to board!" Exclaimed Mr L/N, Y/N cheers and runs to stand behind the other passengers, she couldn't wait to get to Virginia, she was visiting her grandparents.

Y/N and her Mum sit while her Dad finishes putting the luggage they broughton board in the overhead compartments. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard, we are flighing from California to Virginia we are currently expected to be in the air in approximately seven minutes time" comes the pilots voice once again Y/N dad gives her his phone.

Soon they were taking off and on their way to Virginia. Throughout the flight Y/N slept and played on the phone, the battery was still pretty full so her Dad didn't worry.

2 hours into the flight...

It was 10pm with 3 hours to go, Y/N was half asleep half awake, she was watching a movie on her Dads phone, next to her was her Mum who had fallen asleep as the plane took off.

Pausing the movie Y/N turns in her seat her seat belt off, the 8 year old shook her Dads shoulder gaining his attention. "Daddy, I need the toilet"she whispers the man smiles and points towards the back of the plane.

"Thanks daddy" she says and slips from the seat, putting the phone on the seat behind her, the 8 year old then wlaks to the bathroom, wobbling because of the turbulence.

Soon she made it, when she was done she washed dher hands and opened the door, when she did she was surprised to see the airhostess on the floor, Y/Ns confused.

She walks over tk try and waken then up but they didn't, Y/N was scared. "Daddy, Mommy?" She yells before rrunnig to her seat, as she did she realised she couldn't hear any babies crying.

"Something is wrong" she mumbles, once she go back to her parents she begins shaking their shoulders and shouting but they wouldn't wake up. "Mum mummy wake up please" she shakes her Mother but the woman wouldn't wake up.

Then she tries the pilots she pokes her head through but both are asleep as well, she stifles her cries as she walks back to where her mum and dad where and sat in her seat next to her unconscious parents.

At this point the child started to cry she was alone, she stood up on her chair and looked around she was alone everyone else was asleep like her parents. "What's happening" she cries sobbing in her chair.

She then grabs her Dads phone and turns it on, she goes to the phone app and begins to call 999. "Hello what services do you require" comes the computerised voice.

"Police! Help me please, I'm on a plane but everyone is asleep, even the pilot they wont wake up!" She yells into the phone, as she looks out the window but everything is dark.

"Okay okay, can you tell me your name and how old you are?" Asks the woman

"I'm Y/N L/N and I'm 8 year old, can you help me please" Begs the child.

Virginia, Quantico 1am (Virginia is 3 hours ahead if California)

Penelope was chatting with Spencer and Emily in the bullpen, they had just finished a local case and caught the killer, they were all tired and ready to go home.

"Any plans tonight Babygirl?" Akses Derek, Penelope grins "of course my chocolate thunder I have a date with a marathon of Batman movies she says smiling as Derek kisses her forehead.

Spencer looks up from packing his bag and sees JJ running to Hotches office. "Hold that though Garcia"she says making the others groan.

Couple seconds later Hotch and JJ come out of the officer the blonde runs to Rossi's office. Derek, Penelope and Spencer are now worried. JJ only runs like that when a case is particularly is bad.

"Somethings up" Says the genius, JJ when motions for them to go to the round table, once the whole team was gathered. "Don't sit down, JJ start" Says Hotch, the blonde then begins.

"Okay 30 minutes ago we received this call from a flight 2 hours in from California to Virginia" says JJ before clicking a recording.

""Hello what services do you require" comes the computerised voice.

"Police! Help me please, I'm on a plane but everyone is asleep, even the pilot they wont wake up!" yells the scared child into the phone.

"Okay okay, can you tell me your name and how old you are?" Asks the woman

"I'm Y/N L/N and I'm 8 year old, can you help me please" Begs the child. "Okay can you tell me where you are?" Questions the dispatch.

"I'm not sure I can't see anything it's all dark, please you have to help me!"" JJ clicks off thr recording the team are shocked. "I guess we are the rapid response team then" Says Rossi, JJ nods.

"We are now, we have manged to track the plane that the call came from, it is currently flighing over Kansas, everyone is asleep apart from the child on the phone" Explains JJ

"So the plane is pilotless currently, with noway to land" Says Emily JJ nods sullenly. "Wheel up in 10 minutes we go to the airport from there we can make contact with the flight" Says Hotch, the team then grab their go bags and get to the airport.

With Y/N...

Currently the 8 year old is curled up on the floor under her seat the phone clutched tight in her hand, the dispatcher had long ended the call she was alone.

"Someone help me" she sobbs her head in her knees. Suddenly she hears a beeping sound coming from the front of the plane. So scared to move she looks up. Of course knowone was going tk move but the beeping kept getting louder.

The girl crawled out from her place and walked up to the pilots chair and grabs the communicater. "H-Hello" she says quietly no expecting someone to answer.

It was a man's voice. "Hello is this Y/N" he asks. "Y-Yes I'm Y/N are you going to help me?" She asks. "Yes I am, I'm Aaron Hotchner with the FBI and my team we are here to guide you through this okay" Says the man Aaron.

Y/Ns frozen in fear. "N-no I can't do it! I can't fly this plane I'm just a kid" she cries into the communicate. But the man's voice helps her calm down.

"Don't worry Y/N, okay I won't leave I'm here you help you you will survive, jsit listen to me carefully" Says Aaron

"Okay" Says the child.

At 3am Flight 145 had a very bumpy landing in Virginia Airport in Quantico, As the plane landed the FBI and ambulances met and helped to get the 180 passengers out of the plane.

Aaron Hotchner found Y/N the 8 year old who managed to land the plane by herself with help from thr FBI, Y/N was sat shaking in the pilots chair her hands not moving from the gear.

"I did it, I landed the plane" she mutters tears falling from her eyes, as she cried she heard people and sirens outside the plane.

"Y/N are you here, it's Aaron from the FBI" Calls a voice, Y/N gasps and let's go of thebgear and runs from the cockpit.

She sees a tall black haired man. He spots the 8 year old, "are you Aaron?" She questions him the man nods his head.

The child then runs full sprint towards Aaron when close she jumps into his arms wrapping hers around his neck "thank you thank you thank you" she sobs hugging tightly.

Hotch then carried the scared girl off the plane she was safe and manages to land a plane without anyone dying she will be getting along of media attention.

Months later Hotch would get a thank you card and some cookies from a Y/N from Los Angeles with a kiss, she would neevr forget him and what he did.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot sorry for the wait I am currently trying to write three oneshots for this.

Request are open!

Word count: 1705

[woahbeans]

i think about this post often

[thesunsethour]

nothing compares to the anxiety i feel the night before a holiday when i’m never sure if i’ve packed everything i need

[rafeandonlyrafe]

babys first flight

words: 1.3k

warnings: flying, dad!rafe, mom!reader, breastfeeding, dude briefly being rude about your baby crying

a/n: i guess this could be a prequel to pink unicorn but honestly i just wanted to use the same name for the baby again lol

rafe sighs, rubbing his face with his hand as he looks at the flight board. you can tell from the defeated look on his face as he walks back over to you that your flight is delayed.

“two hours.” he states, sitting down next to you. you sigh just as deeply as your husband, looking at your sleeping daughter in your arms.

“i think i should wake her up. that way she falls asleep on the plane.” you say, running your finger over rosie’s cheek, her skin soft and flushed pink as she naps.

“yeah.” rafe nods. “whatever you think is best.” rafe defaults often to you, letting you guide the way through raising your daughter. he has experience with his two younger sisters, but you grew up in an even bigger family and often helped out with the babies.

you feel bad having to wake rosie up, especially when she’s asleep during her usual naptime. “wake up, babygirl.” you coo, pressing kisses to her cheeks until her eyes open up, lips instantly turning into a pout.

“its okay!” you stretch a smile over your face. “its okay, rosie!” your soft tone stops her tears, but her pout remains. you jiggle her favorite toy in front of her. your daughter is only three months old and still working on her grip, so you manage to entertain her by placing the toy in her hand every time she drops it.

“here, let me take her.” rafe reaches out. “you stretch your legs and take a break.”

you glance at the clock. still an hour and a half until you can get on your plane. its a short flight, from north carolina to the bahamas for a much needed vacation, deciding to spend the entire summer at your second home while rafe has paternity time away from work.

“gonna use the bathroom.” you press a kiss to rafes cheek, then rosies. “be right back.”

you don’t hurry as you walk around the airport, glad that you’re booked in first class and can use the lounge as the bustling sounds of the airport would surely annoy rosie. 

you use the bathroom and get a coffee for rafe, deciding to ditch the decaf and get a mocha for yourself. while you know its generally safe to drink coffee while breastfeeding, you still try to stay away from it, but on days like today, you certainly need it.

“here ya go.” you hand the coffee to your husband after making your way back to the waiting area.

“oh god, thank you.” rafe lets out a moan as he tips the cup back, the warm liquid filling his mouth. he bounces rosie gently on his knee to keep her eyes open.

“would we be terrible parents if i turned on something on my phone for her to watch?” you pout, trying hard to keep her away from screens, but sometimes you just need something to distract her.

“we absolutely would not but if it makes you feel better, i’ll use my phone.” rafe pulls it out of his pocket, transferring rosie easily back into your arms. you cradle her in a way that still allows her to look at the phone screen, her eyes glancing between rafes face cooing at her and the dancing fruits and vegetables.

“shes loving this.” rafe laughs when rosie giggles, her plump cheeks stretching. rosie just started laughing last week, and rafe is still the only one who can get it out of her, although she smiles at you constantly since she first developed the muscles.

“now boarding first class.” the announcer calls out, the hour flying by with rosie entertained.

“she just started looking tired too.” rafe says, taking your carry ons in his hands as you place rosie into her sling, deciding to babywear her until you’re all settled in your seats and can put her in the carseat that rafe also manages to carry.

“welcome aboard.” the flight attendant smiles at you, leading you towards your seats. three all in a row. rafe works quickly to get everything set, placing rosies carseat in the middle seat.

“babys first flight!” you coo to her, hoping to keep her awake through boarding so she will hopefully sleep the entire two hour flight.

“here, i got her.” rafe places her in the carseat once its all strapped down, waiting to do up her buckle until the plane actually takes off.

you both talk partially to her and partially to each other to keep her eyes open, even occasionally giving her tummy little tickles to keep her droopy eyes from closing completely.

while the flight attendant does the safety demonstration, you do up rosie’s buckles. she’s asleep before the plane even begins to move, and you’re surprised when she doesn’t even startle during take off. you reach over to hold rafes hand until you’re steady in the air, hating the rising feeling in your stomach.

“doing good baby?” rafe asks, swiping his thumb over the back of your hand.

you take a deep breath. “yeah, yeah.” looking at rosie and your husband helps sooth the little bit of nerves you have about flying.

the flight goes smoothly until halfway to the bahamas, rosie suddenly startles away with a cry.

“ohhh, its okay baby.” you coo to her, able to recognise from her cry alone that she’s simply hungry.

“oh god, will you shut that baby up?” a man behind you groans before you can even undo her buckles to get her out of her seat.

“what did you say about my daughter?” rafe stands up, glaring as you just try to quiet rosie, pulling her into her lap while you search for a blanket to cover yourself with.

“you heard me! i didn’t pay for first class seats to listen to a crying baby!” the man grunts.

“you’re lucky we’re on a plane or-” rafe begins, until you hiss out his name. “stop it, let the flight attendants handle it.”

rafe sees the stress on your face, nodding as he grabs you a thin blanket, draping it over your shoulder while you adjust your shirt to feed rosie, her cries quieting as she latches onto your nipple.

“sir, that is not appropriate behavior for our airline-” the flight attendant begins to lecture the man behind you, clearly a mom herself. 

“it’s okay.” you tell rafe as he turns his shoulder to glare at the man. you rub your hand over his cheek just like you would to rosie until he’s calm.

“dudes an asshole.” rafe grunts out, but his tone is softer now, leaning across rosies car seat to press a kiss to your cheek. he pulls the blanket away slightly so he can look down at your daughter, happily nursing.

“she’s so perfect.” he sighs, glad he has such a well behaved baby for her first flight.

you both settle into your seats as rosie finishes, clearly just needing her tummy to be full before going right back to sleep. you decide to keep her in your arms until the plane begins to descend. 

“i got her.” rafe pushes your hands away to do up her seat belts. he knows how much of a stress pregnancy and breastfeeding is on you, so he tries to do absolutely everything he can, even naming himself the sole diaper changer.

you hold rafes hand again as the plane descends, letting out a sigh of relief when the wheels make smooth contact with the runway.

--

“this was absolutely worth the pain of the flight.” you smile to rafe, resting your head on his shoulder as rosie lays on the towel in front of you, body completely shaded by a pink umbrella.

you look out onto the ocean, waves lightly lapping against the pale yellow sand.

“couldn’t agree more.” rafe hums, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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[antheiagoddessofwriting]

Gold Rush part 7

To say that you do not get along with Jake "Hangman" Seresin is an understatement. From the first day the two of you met, you got off on the wrong foot. When both of you are called back to Top Gun for a special detachment the rocky relationship continues. Between jealousy, fights and accidents, can you and Jake see eye to eye? or will your relationship sink and fade away before it ever began?

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Slow burn, enemies to lovers. Inspired by Gold Rush by Taylor Swift

Chapter 7 - roughly 3,100 words

Cross posted on ao3 under - AntheiaGoddessOfFlowers

Chapter 7 - what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

You and Jake are on your way to his home in Texas so he can help you on the road to recovery. When you land, you meet his family and immediately fall in love with them. Both you and Jake begin to realize how difficult it will be to hide your feelings from each other.

Two weeks after the mission ended you found yourself sitting with Jake at the San Diego International Airport. Although the two of you had grown much closer, the reality of the situation was kicking in. You would be living with Jake, for months while you healed. You had about a month and a half, maybe more before the casts on your leg and arm would be able to come off. You already were frustrated with your injuries and needing help, but with a broken leg and a broken arm in clunky casts, regular tasks were difficult. While you were in the hospital, Jake had doted on you and you knew that would only continue. As much as you appreciated how caring he was, it only added fuel to the raging fire that burned in your heart for him. 

It would be so hard to hide how you felt for him, to have him so close and not be able to have him. Jake noticed the way that you were digging your nails into your thigh with your free hand. He took hold of your hand and gave it a squeeze. To distract yourself you decided to ask him questions.

“So, you’re from San Antonio right?”

“Kinda,” he said. “I just tell people that if they aren’t from Texas, it’s easier”

You nodded your head and asked, “So where are you really from?”

“A little town about an hour away from there. It’s called Sunshine”

“Sunshine, Texas? Are you messing with me?” you laughed.

He shook his head and smiled. “No ma’am I am not. It really is called Sunshine.”

You smiled at the thought of little baby Jake running around in Sunshine, Texas. It was too perfect, too picturesque, and explained why he just told people he was from San Antonio.

One of the gate attendants made an announcement that priority boarding would be starting. Since you and Jake were on active duty that meant you would board first. He scanned your tickets and wheeled you to the door of the plane. He helped you stand up and slowly walk to your seats. 

“First class? Jake, I told you not to buy first class tickets!” you said as he helped you sit down in the window seat.

“Scold me later darlin’. I have to get our bags.”

He disappeared for a moment to grab your bags and the wheelchair from next to the plane’s entrance. After he stowed them away he sat next to you smirking. You shook your head and tried your best not to smile. You had a feeling you were going to get spoiled while you stayed with him, especially since you didn’t have much to bring. You only had a carry on as you packed light while you were deployed again. Luckily your friend Maria and her husband were able to find a babysitter long enough to pack up some more of your clothes and mail them to where Jake’s house was. Until your things arrived you would have to go out and buy whatever else you needed.

The two of you were quiet, a comfortable silence falling. Shortly after the plane leveled out you had fallen asleep. Jake leaned over and closed the window slightly to make it darker for you. It was still early in the morning and you were very tired. You looked so beautiful and he couldn’t help but watch your breath rise and fall. He let you sleep until the flight attendants came by offering cookies and water. Gently, he prodded you awake and handed you your cookies, which you happily ate. For the rest of the plane ride the two of you talked, enjoying each other’s company.

Before you knew it, you were off the plane and Jake was steering you through the crowds of people. You were glad that he knew his way around the San Antonio International Airport. It didn’t seem too confusing to navigate, but the business made it hard for you to see where to go. 

“Where are we meeting the uber?” you asked.

Jake didn’t say anything.

You craned your neck to look at him. “Jake?”

He looked down at you. “It’s not an uber”

“What do you mean?” “My parents are picking us up”

Your heart stopped at the thought of meeting his parents. Frantically, you grabbed your phone and pulled out the camera to try and fix your hair. You wanted them to have a good impression of you. Why am I freaking out? We aren’t even dating! 

Jake pulled the wheelchair and the luggage to the side. He walked so that he was facing you. “Why are you fixing your hair?”

Your face flushed as you said, “I like to look nice when I meet new people Jake”

“You do look nice. You’re beautiful”

Hearing him say you looked beautiful felt amazing. You couldn’t help but smile as your stomach flipped and your heart skipped a beat.

He walked back around and continued leading you both out of the airport as he said, “I’m the one who should be nervous. You’re the first girl I’ve brought home since… I think since highschool”

Before you could reply a blonde woman was shouting Jake’s name. 

“Jake? Is that you?”

“Hey mama” he said as he parked your wheelchair and gave her a hug.

“Here son, let me take your luggage” said an older man in cowboy boots. He had to be Jake’s dad. Besides the fact that his hair was brown he and Jake were almost identical.

“Thanks dad”

His mom brightly smiled at you and nudged Jake in the arm. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Jake nodded, “yes, sorry. Y/n, this is my mom, Sadie, and my dad, Charles. Mom, Dad, this is y/n. She’s a pilot too.”

His mom rolled his eyes, “Jacob. We know she’s a pilot too.” She turned her attention towards you and gave you a big hug. “We have heard so much about you. He never stops talking about you!”

“Mom,” Jake interrupted, hoping she wouldn’t reveal too much.

“I am so glad I finally get to meet you”

You laughed at her comment. “It’s nice to meet you too”

“Alright Sadie, we better get going. The truck is not parked legally” said Jake’s dad, Charles.

Jake wheeled you out and helped you into your seat in the back of the truck as his dad loaded the bags into the cab. He got into the back next to you and soon you were all on the road.

“So how was the flight?” Sadie asked.

“It was good,” Jake replied.

“Have you ever been to Texas y/n?” asked Charles.

You shook your head. “This is my first time”

“Oh how exciting!” Sadie exclaimed. “We’ll have to take her to a rodeo before the summer is over.”

Jake laughed, “that could be very fun”

“Are you two coming over for lunch?” 

Jake looked at you, signaling that the choice was yours. You nodded your head yes causing Jake to smile.

“Yeah we can come for a bit”

“Good,” Sadie said. 

For the rest of the hour-long car ride you all got to know each other. You learned that Jake’s two sisters, Anna, and Daphne were already cooking up a big lunch to celebrate Jake coming home. Anna’s husband, Greg, was grilling three kinds of meat. You also learned that Jake’s birthday was next week.

“What kind of cake do you want Jakey?” asked Sadie.

“I don’t need a cake,” he protested as his face got red.

“Nonsense! You need a cake!”

Jake sighed in defeat before replying that he wanted a carrot cake.

“Wouldn’t have pegged you for a carrot cake kind of guy” You teased him

He shrugged, “It’s a hidden gem.”

“I guess it is a hidden gem,” you laughed.

He looked at you with a bright smile, ‘I’m pretty good at finding them.” 

You smiled at his comment and looked down at your hands, the eye contact making you nervous. Does he mean me? In the front of the car, his parents exchanged knowing looks and smiles.

“Alright.” started Charles, “We have arrived.”

The car slowed and turned onto a long driveway. There were large trees along the drive, they were the kind of trees that were planted generations ago, for someone else to enjoy. A large ranch style house came into view. It was a rusty color, complemented by the copious bushes and flowers planted in the long. This house, the one where Jake grew up, was perfect. It was so unlike the tiny house in a crowded neighborhood that you and your grandfather lived in. 

“This is beautiful,” you said.

Sadie gave her gratitude as the car parked. Jake grabbed the wheelchair and helped you get into it. 

“Thank you,” you told him.

“Anything for you”

Charles shouted from the porch, “I set up a ramp to get up the porch’

“Perfect”

“I put one in your house too”

“Oh thanks dad, that’ll make things easier”

Jake carefully wheeled you up the porch and into the house. The second that you were inside his two sisters were in front of you

“Finally! I’m so happy you’re here!” said a short blonde woman.

“Daphne calm down, you’re going to scare the poor girl away!” Exclaimed the slightly older woman, who you assumed was Anna.

Daphne stepped back slightly, giving you some room. 

“I’m Anna, and this is Daphne, the crazy one”

“I am not crazy!” Daphne protested.

Anna laughed, “tell that to Jake’s girl! You accosted her!”

The words Jake’s girl rang in your ears as your heart quickened. You were beginning to think that maybe he felt the same. Maybe the reason his family was so excited to see you was because he told them he liked you. 

Those same words were also replaying in Jake’s head. He told his family how much he liked you, but he also told them not to tell you that. He was starting to panic and worry that they were going to tell you how much he loved you and ruin everything. 

“Anyways,” Jake said, trying to get his sisters to act like normal people. “Mom said that there would be lunch”

Anna nodded. “Yes, Greg is grilling up the last of it. Jake, why don’t you go and set the table while we get to know y/n!”

“Yes, Jake! Go do that” Daphne agreed as she pushed him towards the kitchen as Jake tried protesting.

“How about a house tour while we wait?” Anna suggested.

“Um… sure” you said.

You followed them as they showed you around the ranch. They stopped at Jake’s childhood room which had been left untouched since he moved out. The room was painted a slate grey with blue accents all over. Posters of airplanes and cowboys covered the walls. 

“So,” Daphne started. “How do you feel about staying with Jake?”

You turned towards her and said, “well I am a little nervous. But he’s a gentleman so I think it’ll be good”

Anna laughed. “A gentleman? That's the first time I’ve heard him described that way”

Before she could say anything more, Greg and Jake were calling them over to eat lunch. The food was delicious and you loved talking to Jake’s family. From the moment you met his parents and sisters you couldn’t help but envy him. Sure, you loved your grandfather, but Jake was so lucky to have parents and sisters who loved him. His family and life was beautiful. You already had feelings for Jake which were making your stay with him complicated, and now your love for his family added on to it. 

But you and Jake were both getting tired. So, after lunch the two decided to leave. Charles started up the truck so he could drive you to Jake’s house. After Jake helped you into the truck his sisters were calling him back to talk. 

When Jake walked back to where his two sisters were he knew they were going to talk to him about you. 

“We really like her, Jake. You better not mess this up” Daphne told him.

Jake shook his head. “She doesn’t see me that way, I told you all that already.” “Jake Seresin, are you blind?” Anna scoffed. “That girl is head over heels in love with you!”

He glanced back at the truck where you were sitting, scrolling on your phone. A sigh escaped his lips before he returned his gaze to Anna and Daphne.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“If you don’t tell her I will” Daphne said.

Jake’s eyes opened wide. “You can’t do that!”

“Why not?” Anna asked.

“Because she’s injured and she’s staying at my house! I don’t want her to think I’m taking care of her only because I want to get in her pants or something! What if she thinks I’m trying to take advantage of her? ”

Anna and Daphne shared a look. “I guess that's true,” Anna said.

“How about we make a deal?” Daphne asked.

“What is it?”

“If you don’t tell her once she's feeling better than I get to do it”

He let out a deep sigh as he looked at his shoes, skating his head. “I should say no”

“But you’re not going to,” Anna predicted.

Jake shook Daphne’s hand, thereby sealing their deal. He then hugged them goodbye and walked towards the truck. What did I just agree to? He thought to himself as the truck started moving down the road. From the moment you agreed to come home with him he had turned into a ball of nerves, and now that his sister was determined to tell you about how he felt, his stomach was doing backflips. He wanted you more than anything in the world, but he didn’t want you hearing that from someone else. If you were finally going to be his, he wanted it to happen the right way. 

From the passenger seat he glanced back to where you were sitting. You were looking out the window at the unfamiliar Texas landscape, your attention never wavering from the trees and the bushes. Even though he’d prefer to stare at your beautiful face forever, he turned away to look at the road. The short drive to his house was almost over, meaning that you two would be alone. He would have to keep his nerves and his lust for you at bay if he was going to make it. 

“Alright you two” Charles said as he pulled into Jake’s driveway. “We are here”

“Thanks for the ride” you said

“Oh no problem.” 

Once the truck was parked the two men hopped out. Charles began unloading the bags out of the truck. Jake grabbed your wheelchair and set it up as you carefully lowered yourself out of the truck with your good arm. His hand wrapped around the side of your waist to steady you. 

“Sorry my dad’s truck is so high up” he apologized as you were steadily standing on your good leg. His hand never left your waist and his head was bent towards yours. Your breath hitched in your throat at the closeness, and you didn’t know what to say. His gaze dropped from your eyes down to your parted lips. He gently squeezed your waist and then moved his hand to hold the small of your back which ever so slightly caused you to inch closer. The sound of the truck bed closing pulled you both away from each other. 

Jake coughed as you sat in the wheelchair and took a deep breath. He grabbed a few bags from his dad and then walked up the newly installed ramp to unlock the door. Jake walked back over to push you in the house. Just like his parents, Jake owned a ranch, but his was much smaller. However, unlike his parent’s house, it wasn’t very cozy. He didn’t own very much and it was very basic and bare. You were lucky enough to have been stationed at the base in North Carolina for a couple years, so your home was cozy and lived in. But Jake clearly was stationed in different places often and was rarely home. 

You felt bad for him. It was nice to have some stability, which was very rare for people in the military. But for someone like Jake, who had a family that adored him and was anxiously waiting for him to come home, it must be hard to constantly be gone. You pushed the thoughts away as Jake beckoned you to follow him to the guest room. 

His dad was already there setting down your carry on. He said goodbye to the both of you and left the house. 

“So this is the guest room” Jake said as he scratched the back of his neck. “I know it’s pretty small but-”

“It’s great Jake. I really appreciate everything you’re doing for me”

He smiled at you sweetly, like you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Because you were. His heart was beating out of his chest and every time he looked at you it got worse. You were the sun, the moon, and everything in between. 

“I’d do anything for you” he stated. He wasn’t saying this or doing all of this just to be nice or because he had some motive. Everything he was doing was simply because he wanted to take care of you. If you asked him to move a mountain he would do it without hesitation or complaint.

His words, which were said so matter-of-fact, made your stomach knot together. Your breaths became shallow under his warm gaze. He truly was too handsome and too kind for your own good. So unlike the cocky, and selfish pilot you met him as. 

He finally broke eye contact to show you the closet, as well as the rest of the house. His room was just a tiny walk down the hall. It was made clear that if you needed anything at all, he would get it. All you had to do was say his name and he’d be there by your side.

Once again, you thanked him, and he told you that he’d do it a thousand times over. Your face was burning hot when he told you that he was going to get changed and make some dinner. You decided to take a bath while you waited and used an old crutch Jake had found from when he was in high school to make your way to the bathroom. As you ran the bath, you unloaded your little toiletry bag and wrapped your casts in bags. Carefully you lowered yourself and took the time to relax and compose yourself before you would face him again. 

It had only been one day with him and already you knew you wouldn’t last. All you could think about was his smile, and his hair. But what kept your breath ragged and your heart quick was the way that he was so gentle and tender, the way his strong arms held you when you needed it. The way that his breath fanned against your neck earlier that day outside the truck. It was all too much, and you were sure you would burst into a million sparks. 

Jake went into the kitchen after he had changed into fresh clothing. He opened his fridge and cabinets and found groceries that his mother no doubt bought for him. As he grabbed ingredients to make tacos he made a mental note to text her a thank you note he heard the bath running from the bathroom. His eyes fluttered shut as he imagined you soaking in the tub with nothing but suds covering you. Gripping the counter to steady himself, he took a deep breath and cursed himself out. If he was going to do this the right way then he had to control the way the curves of your body made his mind wander. 

He was almost done with the tacos when the bathroom door opened. Quickly, he glanced over to see you carefully limping to the guest room in the tiniest shorts known to man. His jaw fell slack and it took him a few moments to remember his vow to be gentlemanly. 

“Are you all good?” he asked, trying to remember you were here because you were injured, not because he was going to ravage you.

You reached the door and told him you were all good and that you were just going to put away your clothes. He let you know that dinner would be done in about five minutes. This meant that he had five minutes to get his mind under control. He took deep breaths as he focused on warming up the soft taco shells. 

The noise of a chair loudly skidding across the kitchen floor told him that you were sitting down at the table. He set down everything needed to assemble the tacos on the table and then grabbed you both waters as you made yourself tacos. As you dug in you made the most delicious noise that Jake had ever heard in his life. 

“Mmm” you moaned. “This might just be one of the best tacos I have ever had in my life”

Jake clenched his jaw as he watched you lick your lips. “Why thank you darling”

You smiled at the nickname and felt butterflies. He took a bite of the food, hoping to distract himself from the fact that he would much rather be eating you. But absolutely nothing could get his mind off of everything he wanted to do with you.

This was going to be the hardest couple months of his life….

Sooooo…. I'm not going to spoil anything. But the next chapter is going to be so good. The feelings are going to start simmering more… :)

[kunikukitty]

⛸️ WALTZ ON THIN ICE

04. Say what?! ◁ II ▷

Your gaze lingered on the dark clouds that adorned the night sky through the thick windowpane of the airplane.

You are on deep thought and your phone on your hand goes unnoticed along with Heizou's messages displayed on your screen that you're now unable to reply to due to the lack of signal on the air.

You breathed a sigh of exhaustion and decided to look over the photos of ice skates you saved on your phone. There is a competition you will be attending with Heizou, and you two were preparing for it for a long time. Although the choreo is not yet complete, it's looking amazing so far. This preparation was postponed for a awhile because if your trip to Sumeru, and now you're excited to carry it on.

Since your current skates are losing ankle support and additionally wanting to reward yourself for all the effort you've put on the upcoming event, you're planning to buy a new pair of skates.

You're staring at the photos. Which one should you get? There are many types of skates and each supports different techniques. You twirl more than jump, so that's one thing to consider.

Though right now, you feel a little off. What's wrong with Heizou? He wasn't like this when you left for Sumeru. Should you have asked him to tag along?

There was a series of questions that bothers your mind. But well! You could just ask him later. But you cant help but get upset with the tweet he made. Was he disappointed that you're going home earlier than planned? But you wanted to prepare for the huge event.

You've always wanted to skate at Tenshukaku Palace, the hugest and prettiest ice rink in the entire inazuma. In your long years of skating, you've only just gotten the chance to skate there. You were able to visit it once, but only as part of the audience.

This is a big dream come true for both you and Heizou. This will also give you more exposure. Heck, this event is your ticket to Snezhnaya. If you did well here, you can get a Snezhnayan coach— claiming that you are excited would be an understatement.

Of course, you're not saying Coach Ayato is bad! He's great, and he helped you a lot. But Snezhnayan Coaches are different. They are much more fierce, intimidating, and can get you to the highest peaks of your career.

Snezhnayan skaters are simply the masters of ice skating.

Your cheeks were tainted pink as you daydream about your choreo with heizou. This piece will be marked as your most mature-themed choreo with him, and will be performed in Tenshukaku of all places.

Luckily, you're both so comfortable with each other that this theme is no longer an issue. You could only giggle at the memory wherein Heizou was a little hesitant to touch you when you just met him.

So when the pilot announced that the airplane will land soon, your excitement grew tenfold.

It doesn't matter if Heizou has a fault on you, you could just ask him for an ice cream and you'd forgive him. What's important right now is the preparation!

You're holding your luggage and a handheld bag on your other hand as you descend from the airstair.

Your eyes looked at every corner, neck twisted on this side and that side, trying to catch a glimpse of a certain redhead.

You're beginning to feel restless when you can't find him, so you decided to walk more, only to abruptly stop when you felt something cold on your cheek.

"I've been calling your name since earlier. Didn't you hear me?"

This is wrong. The voice is deeper, the tone lacks the usual touch of playfulness— this isn't Heizou. You shifted your head to confirm who it is after he moved whatever he's holding out of the way.

"Xiao!" You exclaimed, shocked. "What? Why, where's Heizou?"

"What the. Why when I finally decided to use the restroom, your plane landed."

Not Heizou either. It's Xingqui, and he's walking alone. Where's Heizou???

Xingqui took the handle of your luggage from your hand to pull it to his side and asked how's your flight. But you can't seem to hear anything right now. A hand waved in front of you, you don't know who it belongs to, but it aint from the man you're looking for.

Is he actually... not looking forward to your arrival?

"That asshole!" You heard Xingqui complain, "I thought he told you beforehand. I'm sorry, [Name], but for whatever circumstances, he cannot fetch you right now."

Oh! So maybe he said "uh oh" because of this? He can't fetch you himself? But why, and why he didn't just tell you?

"Here. He asked us to give this to you."

You looked at Xiao and realized that the cold thing is a drink and on his other hand is a box. And from the appearance of the box, you know exactly what it is.

"A cake!" you exclaimed excitedly— he really knows how to win you over with sweet stuffs. You took the box and the drink from Xiao's hand and said thank you before they led you to his car.

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Note. i made a mistake on their conversation on the previous chapter. but to avoid confusion, i decided to just insert the 'fixed' convo on this chapter rather than creating a new separate chap 03.

Note. i used usernames from the taglist! i hope yall dont mind. but if you do, pls tell me and ill remove it immediately.

[mrsterlingeverything]

Get high like paper get fligh like planes

[autumnleaffay]

Sweet temptations

(Kind of content warning, mention of death)

Iceland walked through the Helsinki suburbs, already annoyed. Another Nordic council meeting, which in of itself was not bad, bit somehow the day was just awful.

The direct flights from Keflavík to Helsinki have been booked out, so he was left with no choice but to do a stop in Oslo.

Unfortunately, winters in the northern hemisphere sometimes love to mess with flight schedules. He was delayed for 2 hours in Keflavík until his plane could finally take off, but he ended up missing his connection in Oslo, and due to a storm, the next flight would leave tomorrow.

Norway had already departed to Finland himself but gave his brother permission to use his house instead of paying the ridiculous hotel cost for an overnight stay.

They have been keeping contact with Iceland during the evening, but at some point, they went radio silent.

Even when he arrived at Helsinki airport the next day, none of his family members were there to pick him up. His Bluetooth headphones have lost their power during the fligh, so Iceland had to take the public transport to Finland's residence, with out any music.

Luckily, the nordics were very silent on public transport.

Iceland would have expected everything. Everything but coming into Finland's home, with a pissed off Sweden sitting in the living room, together with a smug looking Norway. The house owner and Denmark are nowhere to be seen.

"Where are Finland and Denmark?" Iceland was curious.

The question prompted Norway to snickers and Sweden to sigh in defeat.

"In the dining room, currently coming back to life."

Iceland looked shocked at Sweden's words: "What?! Why did they die?!"

Norway started to laugh quietly. In turn, Sweden gave him a taxing stare. But he relented and answered the island nation.

"They got bored yesterday and started to talk about the most ridiculous ways humans have died in the past." Norway's laughter grew. "At some point, Denmark mentioned my former King Adolf Frederick."

"Oh." Iceland remembers. He also knows of the alleged death by cinnamon buns of said former King. "But how did they die? There is no way that they actually died of hetvägg, right?"

"No," Norway managed to say between laughter: "they could not, no matter how many they ate. After the 6th batch and about 30 buns each, they gave up and just chugged Finland's cleaning supplies!"

On days like that, Iceland sometimes wonders why his family was like that. He just picked up his suitcase and walked up to the guest room. Leaving an annoyed Sweden and laughing Norway behind.

Come midday, Finland and Denmark were up and giddy again. Poking fun at Sweden for having such a weak king to die of some Hetvägg.

~~~~~~~~

Updates due to missing consistency, I've written it after work...

Historical base:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adolf_Frederick_of_Sweden

The "death by cinnamon buns" is nowadays considered propaganda and not real, but I just found it funny.

And you can't convince me that Finland would not pull a stunt like that just because he is curious if it will work.

So yeah, kind of content warning, but also... grey zone?

[123pixieaod]

pilot!Max x backpacker!Daniel 👨‍✈️✈️💼

Part One; Part Two; Part Three; Part Four; Part Five;

"What do you mean the bus is full?" Lando barks, arms crossed.

The driver doesn't reply. He just stares Lando down, no doubt taking in their fifty pound differences.

"I don't think you understand", Sebastian wades in, clamping a hand on Lando's shoulder as if to hold him back. "We're the crew."

"The crew", the man repeats, the same way Max might repeat Lando's declaration that he should fly the plane today, or Sebastian's musings that he might retire next year. Yeah, right. The crew.

"I'm the captain", Sebastian begins in his soft, soothing tone. "This is -"

"The captain?" The driver sneers, looking at Sebastian's dirty sneakers and lanky blonde hair swept out of his face by a faded hairband. He looks more in place in a 1980's Wimbeldon final then 2am in the airport carpark, desperately trying to charm his way onto the last bus which would get them to Dublin on time.

"Max is my Second Officer," Sebastian continues on, German accent rising and falling like the rolling hills Max loves to look down on. "And Lando here is our flight engineer".

Max catches Lando eye, who clearly is trying not to look chuffed with himself. He hasn't formally been told he's passed his exam to graduate from cadet to flight engineer. Well, there goes that surprise.

The driver's lip sneers, beady eyes regarding the three of them. To be honest, Max can't exactly fault his suspicions. None of them look like high-flighing pilots at Formula One Wings airline. Sebastian, as Max has already gone over, looks like somewhere between a 1980s Wimbledon champion or 1980s pornstar, but either way, not this side of the 21st century. Lando, in his designer joggers and baggy Tee, looks like some frat guy who got lost in a game of beer pong and somehow ended up in the back-arse of Europe. And Max just looks... boring, he supposes. More suited behind a computer, sat at a desk for the rest of his life. Earth-child, not sky-bound.

"If we miss the flight we're meant to be captaining because the plane got diverted to another airport but some driver doesn't believe our story, I doubt F1 wings will be pleased," Lando says, wielding his 'a year at my private school costs the same as your house' tone. Thank fuck he's picked up enough self-preservation to resist doing it around Max.

The driver's lips thin. Lando smirks and even Sabatian looks pleased. After a beat, they go onto the bus.

-

Sebastian and Lando, the bastards, grab the two free seats beside each other. They manage to give Max a sympathetic look as he rolls his eyes, stumbling done the thin bus aisle to find one final seat free. He's lugging his backpack, packed neatly the night before with his uniform and the still untouched "Flying High: Top 100 Lifelessons From Pilots!" book his dad got him for Christmas.

The bus driver jolts the bus forward, clearly intend on at least giving Max mild concussion for all the hassle he's caused him. Max staggers, grabbing blindly at the chair rests and corner of suitcases precariously balanced down the aisle.

He can only just make out the vaguest sizes and shapes in the darkness, and it takes him far longer than he would like to admit to finally find the free chair. A guy is slumped at the window seat, his legs stretched over the seat beside him, feet dangling of the edge. Max tries to gently wake him, but when the bus driver takes a roundabout with aggression that seems a tad overzealous and Max only just keeps his balance, he roughly shakes the guys' shoulders.

"Hey", he hisses. "Move."

The guy makes a wonderfully undignified "whhugh?" sound before hastily sitting upright, swinging his legs back. Max quickly slides into the free seat just as the driver takes a gentle curve in the road like he's in the Mad Max franchise.

"Fucking hell this driver " the man whispers as Max tries to clip in his seat belt in the dark.

"Sorry", the man tries again. "Didn't mean to conk out on you. Just the fucking change of departure is really the last thing I need," he laughs, a soft, musical sound. Max turns his head, but can only just make out the darkness of his body, the vaguest shape of him. No distinguishable features, no personable details. Just a shadow and the faintest hint of sandlewood and a soft, accented voice.

"Tell me about it," Max says, looking down at his lap. He pressed his fingertips to his sleeve, grounding the lack of visibility in touch.

"What do you think happened?"

"Air traffick control in France unexpectedly hindered the current schedule of the Irish long-haul flights, thus forcing all previous departures around the country to be moved to Dublin." He recites it perfectly, the impersonal email they were all sent one hour ago still fresh in his mind. Fucking French traffick control, fucking up Max’s sleep schedule, like he has fuck all to do with their pay.

The guy exhales. "Well, a little warning would've been nice. I had to sell an arm and a leg to try and get a ticket which would get me to Dublin airport in time. Do you think F1 wings will compensate us?"

Max shrugs, even though the guy can't see him. "Probably not. But who knows, maybe the cabin crew will be late too, and there'll be no pilots around to fly anyway.'

The guy snorts. "Yeah right, as if F1 Wings doesn't send like private drivers or jets or something for their pilots when shit like this happens."

Max smiles in the darkness. F1 Wings couldn't really give a shit about their pilots. They only care if something goes wrong or something goes right - complaints of misconduct, a heroic save, anything beyond the usual and then F1 Wings care. They'll care if him, Sebastian and Lando don't get to Dublin in time for the scheduled departure of their flight. Even though the airline barely lifted a finger to help them, if something goes wrong, then Max knows for sure who'll get the blame.

"So where are you flying to?" The man asks after a beat. Max is surprised, the guy sounds tired, and Max had just assumed he'd go straight back to sleep.

"Qatar," he answers honestly, and then man huffs a soft laugh.

"No way! Me too, at 7, right?" Even though its a question, he doesn't leave time for Max to answer. "What are the chances! What are you going for Qatar for?"

"Work", Max states. He's learned it's just easier not to tell people he's a pilot in scenarios like these. They ask questions he probably shouldn't answer (like why he wanted to become a pilot), request for better meals (as if he has an iota of influence on the catering of the flight), or simply just talking his ear off about their flight simulator game they play at home. It's easier to just be a nobody.

"Sick", the man says, enthuasm undeterred by Max's sparse responses. "I have a layover there for 5 hours, and then flying on to Vietnam."

Max nods. He's flown that run a few times, but mainly under Sebastian's mentorship when he was still a cadet.

"You going home from there?" He asks, and the man makes a questioning noise.

"To Australia?" Max amends.

"Oh, yeah no. Maybe after Asia, but probs not," for the first time, his tone is more somber. He doesn't offer any explanation, and Max knows better then to ask.

"I mean, I know my accent is pretty clear cut," he laughs, momentary beat of quietness quickly shunned. "But your accent is less so. German?"

"Dutch."

"Ah, my second guess!" The man says, and Max can hear his smile.

"I'm Max", Max blurts out before he can doubt himself.

"Daniel," the stranger-no-more says. Something moves against Max's knee, and the man - Daniel - huffs another soft laugh.

"Sorry, I'm looking for your hand to shake."

Part Two!

[lala1267]

~~Summer Bliss~~

A short little thing that I wrote last minute.

Elvis Presley x reader

Inspired by Bel Air - Lana Del Rey

You were beautiful. He was heavenly. his touch, his radiance, so lovely. Elvis, he was. His jet black hair and his diamonds and pearls that he showered you with.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In a field of golden wheat, orbs floating in the warm sunrays. His hands gift-wrapped around your waist. His icey blue eyes look down at yours. The feeling of butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, making your heart beat at a faster rate. Daysies in your hair, diamonds in your eyes. His sweet whisper lingering throughout your ear canal.

"I love you, I won't ever stop loving you."

Elvis whispered. His southern drawl snapping something inside of you. The gateway to your heart wide open. The sharp thorns that once wrapped around your stone grey heart, untangling, unwrapping. Waiting for Elvis' heart to shine a light into yours. It feels like a dream, so surreal yet so real, like steel.

"I love you too, so much."

You stated, softly and tactfully. Love and admiration in between your heartfelt words. Your eyes shifted to the sun ahead of you. The once baby blue sky was now a yellow, heavenly orange. It's almost like something out of a Disney movie. Pink, yellow, blue butterfly's fluttering around the two of you. The long wheat that the two of you stand on, bending backwards as your feet situated themselves on them. The corners of Elvis' lips turned up to form a smile, a smile that reflects his love and passion for you. His girl.

His large hands holding you tighter, the feeling of his cool rings rubbing against your angel white dress, the coolness making it to your young skin. All so beautiful, all so angelic.

You feel his warm breath against your neck, your neck that has his name tattooed on it in small attalics. It's small enough to still look modest, but big enough to show that you are his girl.

The sun shining down on the both of you. Birds singing in the sky, a single plane flighing high, making your eyes look towards the bright light. Squinting as the sun fights its way through to your pupil, your eyelashes shielding your precious eyes.

"I ain't ever gonna stop loving you. I could say this a million times and it still wouldn't be enough."

He said softly before placing a candy sweet kiss against the soft skin of your neck. His nose inhaling your sweet scent.

The green trees are a shade of orange in the evening sun, swaying side to side in the summer breeze.

His touch sending electronic shock waves through your veins. His poeticly pleasing words make you feel a pain in your heart, a good pain. A pain that is to die for.

The Rock n' Roll super star, kissing you lovingly and looking at you longingly. His eyes and drunken love feel like summer whine, so divine.

Your bambi eyes and his alluring gaze met. His grin looked at you, and so did his eyes. As if you are his jet to freedom. Freedom from his corrupted fame. The world he lived in, coated with diamonds and jewels. But underneath hid a dark, twisted way of life that only the rich could explain.

"Don't leave me, baby."

He said. His words are still full of love but topped up with worry and sorrow. As if he was scared, scared to be left alone in the dark. The darkness of his world. His eyes downturning, looking at you like a sad puppy. You dig deep into your bright soul to find the most honest words you can.

"Don't be afraid, I won't leave you. Never in a million years."

You whispered. A smile forming on your plush lips as the gleam in your eyes send hope into his. His gaze softening. He nuzzles his face into your neck, holding you tight, with all his might and fight to keep you in his life.

The sun setting and the stars awakening. The fun ending but the love ongoing.

Roses, Bel Air, take me there.

[bronzeona]

Why can't you post while traveling? I use public transportation a lot and you can post any time you want, in a airplane I haven't ever used it, but I know of plenty of who post while on a plane.

Fligh mode off

[usafphantom2]

"Jaws of the Dragon" by Stan Stokes

#Republic #F105 #Thunderchief #usaf #VietnamWar #combat #coldwar #Squadron #Paintings #Artwork #Aviationart #Airplane #Planes #warbird #carrierplanes #classicaircraft #militaryhistory #fighteraircraft #airforce #fligh

@Theaviationart via X

[futileexercise]

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[faresplanner]

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[spacenutspod]

4 min readPreparations for Next Moonwalk Simulations Underway (and Underwater) NASA pilots flew this YF-12C aircraft from 1971 and 1978 to perform airspeed calibrations and collect propulsion system data at numerous flight conditions.Credit: NASA Supersonic flight became a reality in October 1947, when the Bell X-1 rocket plane broke the sound barrier. NASA’s Lewis Research Center in Cleveland (now, NASA Glenn), which had served as the agency’s aeropropulsion leader since it was established in the 1940s, subsequently helped NASA advance the technology needed to make longer supersonic flights possible. A host of military aircraft capable of reaching supersonic speeds followed the Bell X-1. In the 1960s, Lockheed’s family of Blackbirds (the original A-12, the YF-12 interceptor, and the SR-71 reconnaissance vehicle) became the world’s first aircraft able to cruise at supersonic speeds for extended periods. However, the expansion of this capability to larger transport aircraft was difficult, in large part due to the lack of data collected about propulsion systems during longer supersonic flights. To solve problems that weren’t found during design-phase testing of these aircraft and to advance crucial technology, like the supersonic mixed-compression inlet, the military loaned two retired YF-12s to the Dryden Flight Research Center (today, NASA Armstrong) in 1969 as part of a collaborative NASA/Air Force effort. They planned to compare data from YF-12 flights to data collected in wind tunnels at NASA’s Ames, Langley, and Lewis Research Centers. Bobby Sanders (left) and Robert Coltrin check a full-scale YF-12 flight inlet prior to a February 1972 test run in the NASA Lewis Research Center (now NASA Glenn) 10×10 Supersonic Wind Tunnel. Although the 5-foot 9-inch diameter inlet was large for the test section, no problems aroseCredit: NASA/Martin Brown Lewis’ researchers had studied supersonic inlets in wind tunnels since the early 1950s and were in the midst of an extensive evaluation of supersonic nozzles and inlets using an F-106 Delta Dart. In this new effort, Lewis was responsible for testing a full-scale YF-12 inlet in the center’s 10×10 Supersonic Wind Tunnel and analyzing a 32,500-pound thrust Pratt & Whitney J58 engine in the Propulsion Systems Laboratory (PSL). Although mixed-compression inlets, which allowed the engines to operate as turbojets at subsonic speeds and as ramjets at higher Mach numbers, were highly efficient, their design left the engines vulnerable to flow disturbances that often caused “unstarts.” Unstarts produced instantaneous drag that could stall the engine or cause the aircraft to quickly roll or yaw. Lewis researchers tested an actual inlet from a crashed SR-71, which they installed into the 10×10 in November 1971. Over the next year, researchers collected aerodynamic data under different conditions in the wind tunnel. They also tested a new inlet control system patented by Lewis engineers Bobby Sanders and Glenn Mitchell that used mechanical valves to protect the aircraft against unstarts. It was the first time the system was tested on a full-scale piece of hardware. Researchers also studied the relationships between the airframe, inlet, engine, and control system during normal flight conditions and when experiencing realistic flow disturbances. A Pratt & Whitney J58 engine installed in the NASA Lewis Research Center (now, NASA Glenn) Propulsion Systems Laboratory No. 4 facility in November 1973. The center’s technicians had to take great precautions to protect the instrumentation and control systems from the engine’s 1000-degree-Fahrenheit surface temperatures during the testing. Credit: NASA/Martin Brown In the summer of 1973, a full-scale J-58 engine became the first hardware tested in Lewis’ new PSL second altitude chamber. For the next year, researchers captured data under normal conditions and while using mesh inlet screens to simulate in-flight air-flow distortions. The PSL tests also measured the engine’s emissions as part of a larger effort to determine the high-altitude emissions levels of potential supersonic transports. While the YF-12 program was terminated in 1979 as the agency’s aeronautical priorities shifted, a year’s worth of ground testing had already been completed in NASA’s wind tunnels and the YF-12s had completed nearly 300 research flights. The program had expanded to include the development of high-temperature instrumentation, airframe pressure and flow mapping, thermal loads, and the inlet control system. NASA engineers demonstrated that small-scale models could be successfully used to design full-scale supersonic inlets, while the flight data was used to better understand the effect of subscale models and tunnel interference on data. Perhaps most importantly, the program at Lewis led to a digital control system that improved the response of the supersonic inlet to flow disturbances, which nearly eliminated engine restarts. Many of the program’s concepts were integrated into the SR-71’s design in the early 1980s and have contributed to NASA’s continuing efforts over the decades to achieve a supersonic transport aircraft. Additional Resources: NASA Facts:  The Lockheed YF-12 Mach 3+ NASA/USAF YF-12 Flight Research, 1969-1979 by Peter Merlin NASA Facts:  SR-71 Blackbird Explore More 4 min read NASA Selects University Teams to Explore Innovative Aeronautical Research Article 1 day ago 11 min read 55 Years Ago: Five Months Until the Moon Landing Article 2 days ago 7 min read 30 Years Ago: Clementine Changes Our View of the Moon Article 6 days ago

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Flight Schools Lessons for Kids: A Fun and Educational Experience

In today's rapidly evolving world, nurturing a child's curiosity and enthusiasm for learning is essential. What better way to accomplish this than through a combination of education and adventure? Flight school lessons for kids offer a unique blend of fun and learning, providing an unforgettable experience that can inspire a lifelong passion for aviation and science.

The Thrill of Soaring High

Flight schools aren't just for aspiring pilots; they also cater to young aviation enthusiasts eager to understand the mysteries of flight. Imagine the excitement in a child's eyes as they step onto an actual aircraft, ready to explore the skies under the guidance of experienced instructors. This hands-on experience doesn't just teach them about the mechanics of flying; it teaches them about courage, responsibility, and the power of pushing boundaries.

Interactive Learning

Traditional classroom settings often struggle to captivate young minds, but flight schools have cracked the code. Lessons are delivered in an interactive manner, using engaging visuals, simulations, and practical exercises. These methods don't just teach kids how planes fly; they also cover various scientific concepts, including physics, aerodynamics, weather patterns, and navigation. Learning becomes an adventure, as children grasp complex ideas through direct experience.

Life Skills and Responsibility

Flight school lessons for kids extend beyond aviation knowledge. They instill essential life skills, including discipline, teamwork, and responsibility. Before takeoff, students learn about pre-flight checks and safety protocols, emphasizing the importance of meticulous planning and attention to detail. By assigning them specific roles during lessons, flight schools teach children how individual contributions are vital to the success of a team, fostering a sense of responsibility that carries over into various aspects of life.

Inspiration for Future Careers

Exposing children to flight school lessons can be the catalyst for future careers in aviation and related fields. For kids who dream of becoming pilots, these lessons offer a firsthand glimpse into the rigorous training that awaits them. Moreover, flight schools introduce youngsters to the diverse range of professions within the aviation industry, such as air traffic controllers, aircraft engineers, and aviation researchers. By sparking an early interest in aviation, flight schools open up a world of possibilities for their future.

Boosting Confidence

The confidence boost gained from flight school lessons is immeasurable. The sense of accomplishment a child feels after successfully piloting an aircraft, even in a controlled environment, can have a profound impact on their self-esteem. Overcoming challenges, mastering new skills, and conquering the fear of the unknown all contribute to a child's growth and development. These experiences not only shape their perception of themselves but also fuel their determination to tackle more significant challenges in the future.

Safe and Controlled Environment

Concerned parents might worry about the safety of flight school lessons for kids. Rest assured, reputable flight schools prioritize safety above all else. Lessons are conducted in controlled environments with experienced instructors who adhere to strict safety protocols. Additionally, these schools use flight simulators to introduce kids to various scenarios and challenges without any real risk. This approach ensures that children can enjoy the adventure while parents have peace of mind.

Flight school lessons for kids provide a thrilling and educational experience that leaves an indelible mark on their young minds. Through interactive learning, hands-on experience, and the nurturing of life skills, flight schools inspire a sense of wonder and curiosity that extends far beyond the realms of aviation. These lessons not only teach children about science and flight but also about determination, teamwork, and the boundless possibilities that lie ahead. 

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