#melindastan

That's what they call it! The building is gorgeous, all full of giant stained glass windows and arches and wide staircases, and then we're in the basement, which is all concrete and exposed pipes with a random assortment of desks. It's lovely. 

(there is absolutely no way this does not end in sadness why would you)

Excuse you, I said MaySIMMONS. Whatever, this is still good.

OH MY GOSH YOU DID IT'S EVEN UP THERE IN THE POST TITLE 

I CANNOT READ WHAT IS MY LIFE. I EVEN DOUBLE CHECKED BECAUSE I KNEW BETWEEN THIS AND MANQUANT'S I WAS GOING TO MESS SOMETHING UP AND I DID wow

14:  first kiss

ETA: So apparently I CANNOT READ and made this May+Skye instead, sorry Rachelle. 

Skye dozed in the cockpit, blanket draped over the seat and pulled up around her shoulders as they passed through Colorado at nearly midnight local time. Her body still hadn’t adjusted to 5am workouts. She could head back to her bunk, but that’d mean moving, and also leaving the cockpit. A year of bus adventures didn’t mean she liked the silence that the ultra-high-tech-fancy-spy-soundproofed walls gave her. And even if the engines weren’t actually noisy enough to remind her of the van, there was something different about the silence when you had somebody there beside you. Especially if that person was May, and she was at the controls. You could feel safe like that. Closed off from the rest of the plane, the rest of the world, you could forget a lot. 

Skye drifted, and when she startled awake at the tiniest of sounds May made shifting the autopilot on and getting out of her seat, something compelled her to relax her body and smooth her breathing back out, falling into the slow, even breaths of the false sleep she perfected years and years ago.

May stood beside her a moment, maybe wondering if it’s worth waking her to send her back to her bunk, maybe pitying her for the last few weeks, maybe just reluctant to leave the cockpit with another person there. May was protective of her plane. 

im gonna assume this is for the 'what you associate me with' thing

and yeah like 3/4 of the notes in my yearbook mentioned stucky

its my legacy ok

In two or three days, after finals ends, I will do nothing but nag you about Rent AU.

And then, once you’re finished with TWOHM, you can join me in AoS Rent AU-land.

YES YES, GAHH I SHOULD BE OVER THERE WITH YOU RIGHT NOW, BUT THE FEELS HIT AND YEAHHH EVERYTHING IS HORIZONS AND EVERYTHING HURTS.