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weclassygirl · 4 years ago

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𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬

Word count: +1.2k

Pairing: coa!step x oc!ava

Summary: “Wake up.”

Warnings: nightmares, angst and fluff ig

Author’s note: last time, Step created by the amazing @the-darklings, sorry for pinging you again love. gonna add two short young!elder fics too, aahhhhh. take care everyone <3

Gif credits (x)

Ava was sitting in her room, working on her laptop. She was tired of staying in the living room after last incident and people being loud. She preferred to work in silence without anyone interrupting her.

As she was tapping away she heard the voices in the hallway getting louder and louder. The others have been messing around the last couple of weeks and it drove Ava nuts. She couldn't focus on any simple task, as to why now she is in her room, away from the commotion.

She hears a faint a knocking on her door as the voices get a bit louder. A head peaks from the now slightly ajar door and she sees Step smiling at her.

"Hi… can I stay here for a while?" he asks, a laptop under his arm. "I can't focus because of them."

She looks him up and down, old t-shirt thrown on alongside some torn jeans. Ava draws her eyebrows together and sighs. He is the only person that doesn't make her want to break something as soon as they speak while she's working.

The woman nods his head at him. "If I accidentally fall asleep just try to work quietly if they're still going at it or try leaving quietly.", she informs him. The man walks into the room and sits on a chair in the corner.

Ava watches his movements before going back to her laptop. She hears a faint shuffling as Step turns on his laptop, his fingers already start to tap on the keyboard. Both of them work in silence, occasionally glancing at each other.

It's a comfortable silence, sometimes Step decides to engage a conversation and she lets him. She doesn't mind and most of all he doesn't annoy her. She quickly found out that he is the only person she tolerates completely.

It's almost 2am when Ava decides to end her work for today and gets ready to sleep. She turns off her laptop and places it on her desk, she feels her movements being followed by a pair of curious eyes. Step watches her as she turns to him.

"Going to sleep already?" he asks. His tattooed fingers stilled above the keyboard.

"Yeah. I feel that if I stay any longer I may regret it later in the day." she simply says as she gets under the covers.

"Buonanotte. Don't let the bed bugs bite you." he says with a mischievous smirk. Ava smiles and rolls her eyes at him, already turning to the side and closing her eyes. She quickly falls asleep.

It's a little over 3am when Step hears a gentle whimpers coming from Ava's side. He sees her toss lightly in her bed, her head shaking as if to make the things inside her head go away.

Step gets up from the chair and goes to her side. He kneels next to her bed examining her face. It's covered in a sheen coat of sweat, her pants getting more and more frantic. He puts his hand on her shoulder, shaking it.

"Ava, wake up." he whispers but can already see that it won't work. He starts to shake her a bit more roughly. "Wake up, svegliati."

Step continues to try and wake her up when she suddenly opens her eyes and grabs the nearest thing next to her. The lamp in her hand almost hits the man's head but he stops her movements as he catches her hand.

Both of them look at each other with wide eyes. Ava still breathes heavily, her eyes starting to get more wide as she takes in what she almost done.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry, I didn't- I-." she says quickly and averts her eyes from his. He looks at her, worry filling his eyes. He still holds her wrist and gently takes the lamp from her hand, placing it back on the nightstand. His gaze is not leaving her for even a moment.

Step sees her breathing not calming down and decides to pull her to him. She freezes momentarily but after a moment the woman wraps her arms around him, melting into the embrace. Instantly her breathing begins to even out and she herself starts to calm down.

They stay like that for a while, no words exchanged, just holding onto each other. Ava soon pulls away looking at the tattooed man in front of her. Her cheeks stained with tears, but she still manages to whisper Thank you.

Step only nods as Ava turns her back to him, trying to go back to sleep. He stands up and goes to the chair, but he doesn't start to work on his laptop. Instead he makes sure that Ava falls asleep first. After a few moments he sees her breathing evening out and a soft expression taking over her features.

He decides to leave the room quietly, taking one last look at her sleeping figure. The next time he witnesses her nightmares he only takes her hand in his, rubbing a soothing circles on it. Her breathing starts to instantly even out, as if Step's presence near her makes the nightmares go away.

The night that Step has nightmares, Ava stays in his room. She went there cause the others started occupying her room for some job, saying that her had the best signal in the whole hideout.

Step has already went to sleep or rather taken a nap. As the woman works on writing another program, she hears a soft whimpers coming from Step's side. She hears him speak quietly in Italian and in a language she doesn't understand.

She goes over to him as he shakes his head, his voice getting more louder and shaky.

"Step wake up, it's just a bad dream." she tries to make him wake up. His breathing getting more uneven, Ava looks at him with concern. She starts to shake his shoulders a bit more rougher, her voice a bit louder.

Step wakes up with a gasp, immediately moving away from Ava. His body is shaking, his tattooed fingers move frantically as if not able to stop them from moving.

Ava tries to move closer to him but he only takes out his hand to stop her. She looks at him, his eyes widened and… frightened.

The woman moves closer, slowly, her movements measured. Step's head is hung low but he lifts it up as he sees Ava stepping closer. She gently puts her hand on his shoulder and pulls him to her. He wraps his arms around her, a faint echo from the night he first witnessed her nightmare.

"I'm sorry." she whispers against his shoulder. "I didn't kn-"

"I know." he cuts her off. "It's not your fault."

They stay like that for a moment, until they decide to go to sleep. Steps arms are still wrapped around Ava's as she lays next him. The others are still occupying her room and Step refused for her to sleep in the floor. Both of them sleep peacefully for the first time.

The next time Ava witnesses his nightmares, she just puts her hand on his shoulder or cheek and whispers to him to wake up. Both of them fell into a routine of helping each other, whether it's with nightmares or some hacking. They help each other with everything, no matter how small it could be.

After a few years, long after Ava is not with Slifer, they still keep to those routines. Sometimes they feel like it's the universe's way of telling them that they need each other.

#coa!step x oc!ava #fic mine #see i fixed it #kat #the-darklings #my lovely hackers #fic; children of ares #fic; not mine #john wick #john wick 2 #keanu reeves #santino d'antonio #victoria lee #jimmy q

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idvdumbshit · 4 years ago

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God does netease just grind my gears

Like they refuse to fix the ping problem, they refuse to actually update the game lore and ontop of that just the whole coa shit that went down

All they care about is money and their lil crossovers

Im glad I haven't spent a single of my own pennies on idv cause honestly the devs r shitty people 😁👍

Justice for ivs :)

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bearalove · 5 years ago

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+@#! NRFB~Robert Raikes Panda- Ping Pong LTD ED #8061500 W/ Orig Box, COA, Wooden Tag https://ift.tt/2RHknDI

#bear #teddybear

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meetmeatthewhaleskull · 6 years ago

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Oh, the COA community email: a platform for announcements, affirmations, ISO’s, and so much more. You won’t find many other colleges that allow students, staff, faculty, and alumni to send community-wide emails. The result? An eclectic and inspiring mix of messages.

Here are three snapshots of community emails.

Off The Wall is being revived by a student group and they’re calling for submissions.

The Outing Club is hosting a ping pong tournament and the community must know how to sign up (to beat Darron Collins).

And Earth in Brackets is hosting a discussion about COA’s Meat Policy and how we can improve our practices.

Our students drive the happenings on campus and share those events through the community email. But students will also send ride requests and offers; a Saturday night plea for half an avocado; a Sunday morning offer of extra pancakes. Lost something? Found something? Emails will be send about both. When you join our community, you will quickly learn the importance of community email.

#students #email #extra #outingclub

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thebritishdragon · 6 months ago

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Quick doodle

I was bored so I drew my children

#lmk #lego monkie kid #art #lmk fanart #my art #fanart #tbd art #my lmk fanart #secrets of the golden sea #Ping Coa #Qi Xiulan

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clanstonehearth-blog · 8 years ago

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Pard Birthday Wish Rising!

I was “gently nudged” into doing this, so. Here goes. No need to feel compelled. My birthday is tomorrow and life has been...HAHA. Whee.

Cheap Stuff:

Amethyst Geodes

Rose Quartz

Mith plushes

Golden Coa Moths

Twilight Jewel Moths

Striped Seals

Chameleon Seals

Apparel to melt with Baldwin

Familiars for my Bestiary; I also collect Boran, all of the catlike familiars and centaurs

Tell me about your Lore, or ask me about mine?

Ideas on how to dress my dragons?

More expensive wishes under the cut, organized vaguely by desire/ideal swiftness of completion. It’s also doubling as my (hopeful) planning page for what to buy with what I’ve saved over the year + what I get from chests.*

Additionally, if you feel like it, reblog this with your own wishes? I’d love to give, too. Birthdays are always better if I can make other people happy.

*I have a few chests and eggs to open for the big day. If you’d like to be pinged for the thread/anything I decide to sell, let me know?

Expensive Stuff:

Art of anyone

Guardian Scroll, Petals, Butterfly, Okapi + name ideas for my lionfish babe

Snapper Scroll, Falcon, Current, Spines for Bramblefoot

Snapper Scroll, Butterfly, Spines for Blanche

Wildclaw Scroll, Skink, Spinner, Glimmer for Thrramerach

Falcon, Spinner, Thylacine for Spark

Scales + name ideas for my flamingo babe

Metallic, Poison, Underbelly for Mekoides

Giraffe, Thylacine for Cheraiya

Spinner, Underbelly for Delphinia

Skink, Spinner, Glimmer for Aubade

Iridescent, Toxin, Okapi for Manchineel

Iridescent, Toxin, Okapi for Cleros

Glimmer for Ort

Poison/Toxin/Glimmer for Igk

#fr #flight rising #wish rising #fr wish rising #i'm sorry

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hoohnoxuufca · 5 years ago

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$1 START! NO Reserve! 20" Reborn Baby Doll CANDY by PING LAU w COA ( 50 Bids ) #START! https://t.co/NSAEzHVBLo

— Hoohno Xuufca (@xuufca) December 8, 2019

via http://twitter.com/xuufca/status/1203775297608441856 from Twitter https://twitter.com/xuufca

#IFTTT #Twitter

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yahoo-puck-daddy-blog · 7 years ago

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What if … the Capitals didn't hire Dale Hunter and Adam Oates? (NHL Alternate History)

(Ed. Note: It’s the NHL Alternate History project! We’ve asked fans and bloggers from 31 teams to pick one turning point in their franchise’s history and ask ‘what if things had gone differently?’ Trades, hirings, firings, wins, losses, injuries … all of it. How would one different outcome change the course of history for an NHL team? Today: Jason Rogers of Japers’ Rink on the Washington Capitals. Enjoy!)

By Jason Rogers

Early on, before primordial Man first learned to rub two concussion videos together to create Monetization, water froze into ice.

To quote Douglas Adams, “this has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.”

In the summer of 1974, some of this frozen water eventually made its way to Washington, D.C. by way of NHL expansion. That first Washington Capitals season is still the all-time low-water mark for bumbling futility in NHL history, amassing just eight total wins and somehow managing to cripple public confidence in Washington institutions more in that decade than the literal resignation of the President and the onset of disco.

But when imagining a pivotal Capitals moment to take a cosmic do-over on, there’s no point in reinventing the wheel, or the draft lottery. Forget “what if”-ing your way back through the 2004 NHL Draft, when the bubbling ping pong gods leapt the Capitals over the worse-ranked (gasp) Chicago Blackhawks and Pittsburgh Penguins to bequeath them goofy aestheticism’s very avatar himself, Alexander Ovechkin.

Forget the 2001 blockbuster trade that brought a be-mulleted Jaromir Jagr to Washington from Pittsburgh and that, like Blockbuster Video itself, resulted in little more than a short-term rental and eventual financial ruin.

Those are obvious choices, and nothing in D.C. sports is obvious. Not winning, not blowing leads, not trading away Marcus Johansson to the New Jersey Devils for a bag of promotional Mountain Dew hockey pucks and a heap of rotting, unused cap space. No, we need to go deeper.

And by deeper, I inexplicably mean more recent.

What if the Capitals Never Hired Dale Hunter and Adam Oates as Head Coach?

Look, if you love the Capitals, or get a particularly potent brand of sadist’s schadenfreude from watching them suffer, you know all about the first round of the 2009-2010 Stanley Cup Eastern Conference playoffs. You may even have the word “HALAK” tattooed across your stomach in Gothic script like Tupac.

Fresh off the first Presidents’ Trophy in franchise history and another 50-goal season from Alex Ovechkin, the Capitals met the eighth-seeded Montreal Canadiens and back-up wunderkind goaltender Jaroslav Halak in the first round of the playoffs. In the following seven games, Halak would stand on his head so long he should be diagnosed with chronic traumatic encephalopathy, including saving 53-of-54 shots for a simply Martian .981 save percentage in a Game 6 victory. Washington fell to the Canadiens in seven games, and the book on the Capitals was written forever in blood.

Regular season champs, playoff chumps.

Rinse, repeat, recycle, ad infinitum.

The coaching hot seat, then, was already set to “bun warmer” by the time the 2010-2011 Stanley Cup playoffs rolled around the following year. The Capitals had just wrapped up their fourth consecutive Southeastern Division title (ironic t-shirts for sale here!), and essentially steamrolled their way through the New York Rangers in the first round, knocking off the Blueshirts in just five games. In the second round, the Capitals drew the Tampa Bay Lightning, a plucky young upstart club from the Florida panhandle making their first postseason appearance in four years. In an effort to slow down the high-flying Capitals offense, Tampa employed a neutral zone trap. If you’re unfamiliar, the neutral zone trap is a defensive tactic designed to squeeze the life out of an offensive team as it attempts to gain the offensive zone. As a curious side-effect, the trap also squeezes the life out of the fun of hockey, the patience of neutral observers, and the Capitals’ ability to win a single game.

The Lightning swept Washington in four games, and it was another early summer of head-scratching for the boys in Red.

Now, here’s what really happened next: Bruce Boudreau’s reputation as a “great coach who can’t get over the hump” was firmly cemented in the ether of hockey canon, and just one month into the 2011-2012 season, he was unceremoniously [poop]-canned for Capitals legend and then-coach of the OHL’s London Knights, Dale Hunter.

(Fortunately, Boudreau has since shirked that unfair label, throwing off the oppressive mantle of “Can’t Win Big Games” by showing his critics, his fans, and the whole world that-….wait, wait, no, sorry.)

Hunter had never served as head coach in the AHL, let alone the NHL. Which is fine, if you like your commercial airline pilots to have heard the word “plane” before but have only a vague familiarity with the principles of flight. Why, if not for pure, high-octane fan service, did the Capitals choose such an obviously ill-qualified candidate to take over a team that was, by any logical estimation, a mere hop, skip, and a jump away from hoisting the Stanley Cup?

The answer, like all things comedic, is timing.

See, as my fearless leader over on SB Nation’s Japers’ Rink notes, the middle of the season is rarely the most opportune time to go looking for a new head coach.

Had the Capitals had the chutzpah to pull the plug on the Boudreau Era during the offseason, before limping like a drunken giraffe through a full quarter of the schedule, they had several NHL coaching options that, you know, had ever done it before even one single solitary time.

The coaches available during the 2011-2012 offseason included: Ken Hitchcock (currently head coach of the Dallas Stars), Marc Crawford (currently associate coach of the Ottawa Senators), Bob Hartley (who signed on as head coach of the Calgary Flames that season instead), and Craig MacTavish (currently V.P. of Hockey Operations for the resurgent Edmonton Oilers).

Instead of choosing one of these known, proven values during the offseason, the Capitals waited until everyone else had a dance partner, then fired their prom date. With no better options left, Washington hired Guy-With-Lots-Of-Fan-Patience-Built-In Dale Hunter, one of just four players who have had their number retired by the Capitals.

Hunter did, actually, enjoy a modicum of success in his single season coaching the Capitals. Preaching a physicality-first, shot-blocking mindset (one that would make him a raving lunatic in today’s Speed Kills NHL), Hunter led Washington to a first-round victory over the Boston Bruins before falling in seven games in the (you guessed it!) second round to the New York Rangers. In fact, the Capitals got no closer to a championship under Boudreau, and have gotten no closer since Hunter left.

But Hunter quickly decided that being a family man and running essentially a family business in the OHL was more appealing than being a head coach in the National Hockey League, and he quit his first offseason despite the pleading objections of GM George McPhee.

That left McPhee and the Capitals with the second identical choice to make in two years: who to hire as head coach?

This time, timing was on Washington’s side. Hunter, ever the stalwart curmudgeon-turned-loveable-hero, announced his intention to retire (if I quit my job after only a year, is it retirement?) with plenty of time to spare for Washington to make other plans. In fact, former (and current, ain’t life funny?) Anaheim Ducks head coach Randy Carlyle was available, as was current San Jose Sharks head coach Peter DeBoer.

So who did the Capitals pick?

Adam Oates, another Hall of Famer and former Capitals player with absolutely no NHL head coaching experience, that’s who. In fact, of the five head coaching hires George McPhee made as GM of the Washington Capitals, a grand total of zero of them had ever served a single game as an NHL head coach. Oates, at the time, was serving as an assistant coach with the New Jersey Devils, and many in the media lauded his ability to finally get a two-way game out of big, Russian superstar Ilya Kovalchuk.

You know where this is going, right? In an effort to “rejuvenate” Alex Ovechkin’s career, Oates moved him over to right wing, and heavily emphasized back-checking, defense, and shot-blocking to perhaps the greatest offensive player who ever lived. Ovechkin still managed to win the Rocket Richard Trophy both seasons under Oates, but saw his MVP voting plummet from first to just 23rd by the second year. Ovechkin also recorded his second-lowest career points total in a non-lockout-shortened season under Oates, and saw his average ice time sink like a stone to a full three minutes below his career highs under Boudreau.

A team without an identity and a captain without a prudent coach, the Capitals missed the playoffs in Oates’ second (and first full) season for the only time in the past decade. Oates was finally fired, and replaced with current head coach Barry Trotz.

ALTERNATE HISTORY, ENGAGE!

But let’s go back, way back, to the days of yore. In this case, to 2011.

What if the Capitals had simply sucked it up, taken their medicine, and ripped off the Bruce Boudreau Band-Aid™ in May, after being eliminated from the playoffs?

Well, first of all, they would not have had to scramble, Jofa helmet on fire, for a head coach in November. Chances are very good that Washington would have hired head coach Ken Hitchcock. “Hitch” had coached the Dallas Stars to back-to-back Stanley Cup Finals appearances, including their first ever championship. By 2009, Hitchcock had coached 1000 games, won 500, and was already a well-respected legend. In fact, the very same season the Capitals didn’t sign Hitchcock, he won the freaking Jack Adams Award with the St. Louis Blues. Put succinctly, the dude could coach, and everyone knew it.

So let’s say the Capitals hired Ken Hitchcock in 2011. With his track record of coaxing over-achievement from his teams like honeysuckle nectar, past playoff failures would wither in the wind of Hitch’s mighty jowls, steering the Capitals towards victory like the topsails of a clipper ship. I’m not going to sit here and declare, in a bout of masturbatory historical revisionism, that Washington would have won its first Stanley Cup that year. But I will declare, in a bout of kinky revisionist teasing, that the Capitals would likely have gotten beyond the second round of the playoffs, breaching the conference finals like a glorious hockey sperm whale and ejecting so much accumulated failure from their lungs via a fleshy Hitchcock-shaped blowhole.

With the world’s most insistent simian off their backs, the Capitals suddenly became free to chase their dreams like so many unfettered Canadian (and Russian, and Swedish, and American) geese. Fear, replaced by its primal cousin hunger, ceded way in the collective psyche of the Capitals to raw, inevitable desire. “Can’t get past the second round” became “so close we can taste it,” and the general malaise among an entire generation of Washington-based cynics melted away into nothingness like Social Security.

The next season, Hitchcock and the Capitals win the first Stanley Cup in franchise history, and the first major Washington professional sports championship since I’ve been alive. Instantly, thousands of octogenarian Washingtonians die, happy and relieved of their unimaginable burden. The streets run red with Capitals merchandise and the blood of gaily scuffed beer-opening knuckles and drunken celebratory kerfuffles.

Corrupt politicians, blinded by the white light of Truth, flee the city en masse, and a new Golden Age of just, fair, inclusive politics sweeps the nation like a deluge of fresh air. Wars end, disease is cured, and Futurama is brought back to television five nights a week.

His battle won, his hero’s journey complete, Alex Ovechkin retires from the NHL and returns to Russia to open a successful chain of fast food discotheques where beautiful people serve greasy borscht over thumping basslines.

Beloved by the city and the region, Capitals and Washington Wizards owner Ted Leonsis successfully creates a Kickstarter to buy the Washington Redskins from marmot-faced billionaire Dan Snyder, and in one fell swoop, the collective nightmares of millions of D.C. sports fans are vanquished.

Leonsis then sells the whole lot and the team is moved to Seattle.

Capitals fans die confused but happy, the best any of us can hope for.

PREVIOUSLY ON NHL ALTERNATE HISTORY

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What if … Minnesota Wild hired Pierre McGuire as GM?

What if … Florida had traded Roberto Luongo for Joe Thornton?

What if … the Martin Gelinas goal counted for Calgary?

What if … the Oilers never traded for Chris Pronger?

What if … the Blues had drafted Jonathan Toews instead?

What if … the Bruins never lost Marc Savard?

What if … the Anaheim Ducks drafted Sidney Crosby?

What if … the Red Wings had signed Marian Hossa?

What if … the Canucks won the first NHL Draft Lottery?

What if … the Hurricanes had signed Sergei Fedorov?

What if … the Flyers hadn’t lost Chris Pronger?

What if … Avalanche never matched Joe Sakic offer sheet?