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anonymous asked:

How about a Nursey/Dex mutual celebrity crush meet-cute with NHL!Nursey and IrishDancer!Dex?

I’m not sure how popular an Irish dancer is, but let’s roll with it. I’m also making a whole bunch of shit up because I don’t know much about Irish dancing. So if something is so glaringly wrong that it completely ruins the story, kindly let me know and I’ll change it up.

Dex has been on tour with the National Academy for over four months now and while he loves dancing (and loves getting paid for it), he’s exhausted. He can’t think of anything more he’d rather do than curl up in his bed at home and sleep for about a week.

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Five Kisses (Shakarian, T)

This is a holiday cheer gift for @ritewine​ from @acequeenking. Happy Holidays ritewine, and may the Harbinger not swallow you whole.

Summary: It takes Garrus five kisses to find his happy ending. 

- - - 

1. The first time he kisses her properly is the night before they die.

For two people facing a suicide mission, they takes things damnably slow. Garrus knows this; regrets it yet somehow treasures it. He’s never been in a relationship where there’s anything but the physical, so this – the long conversations, the stolen moments where his shoulder can just barely brush against hers in the dining area  – is new territory. Welcome territory.

He holds her hand in the gunnery – the only place on this ship where he’s guaranteed there are no bugs, no change of the Illusive Man watching them, listening to them – and it feels…amazing. There’s an undercurrent of nervousness he’s not felt in a simple touch since the old reach and flexibility days, but Shepard is so much more than a nameless scout; she’s -

“Garrus,  can I ask you a favor?” She asks. Garrus watches the scars on her face, the way they move and glow; she hasn’t quite taken a rocket to the face, but she’s lived through trauma, all the same. They both have. Their scars are nearly in the same places, and both tell the same story: We’ve walked through hell. We survived. And he’s naive enough to hope that maybe – maybe – they can do that again.

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archpaladin  asked:

What would be the best way to calm a young liberal panicked by Trump's "administration?" Since the election, my younger brother has off and on ranted about how Trump, and the Republicans and Christians and wealthy in general, will gas the minorities, kill the Internet and destroy the world with nuclear fire. Obviously the situation's bad, but my brother begging us to listen to him about how DOOMED we all are, and how rich people are evil doesn't accomplish anything.

Ok, well here is what you should tell him

1) Trump is hilariously incompetent.  LIke really really has no fucking clue what he is doing.  For example, if he was you know…not a moron, then the Muslim ban would be in place, Obamacare would already be entirely repealed, he would have gotten his budget, and of course the voting laws would be changed to ensure a permanent Republican majority, like forever.  Except…he hasn’t actually accomplished much.  LIke after the disaster six weeks ago, Obamacare appeal barely made it past the House, and in such a way that will weaken the Republican majority in 2018.  Both Muslim bans failed.  Trump is like, 120 days into this and he has only just gotten started on his most oedius policies, I mean if he was really competent he would have appointed all 120 Federal Judgeships, and fully staffed his administration, instead he appointed…one and his administration is barely functioning.  Also look at how much Trump’s administration is leaking.  our biggest salvation is Trump’s sheer incompetence, and since the key sources of that, namely Trump himself and the short staffed inexperienced infighting incompetent administration around him, aren’t going away any time soon, we likely will see this same level of incompetence until 2018

2) Speaking of which, the midterm elections, where democrats have a very good chance of taking the House and maybe even holding the Senate, hell some optimists think we could take the Senate.  The democrats need only win one chamber to really screw over Trump’s policies, most notably by starting the investigation and possibly impeachment.  Which would effectively end Trump’s greatest ability to do harm, and since Trump is becoming more and more unpopular, it looks like we only have a year and a half of this bullshit before we can check him

3) Also remember, the first 100 Days are the most popular part of a president’s time, so his solid support with Republicans is going to decline just as he becomes more normal and memories of 2016 start to fade, Trump is going to steadily bleed out popularity over the course of this administration.  And since Trump is now in power, you are going to see a lot of media focus their guns at him rather than the Clintons or Obama.  This is especially true because 

4) the main propaganda arm of the Repbulicans, Fox News, has kinda fallen apart right now, and Breitbart isn’t actually doing much better

5) With Trump as incompetent as he is, its encouraging the Republican infighting which is why the Obamacare repeal is only past the house at this point (and Tax reform hasn’t even been started), and that infighting is only going to grow

6) The Republican demographic problems still hasn’t been solved, because every day more elderly white men die, and more young people turn 18, and more non white people become American citizens 

7) Trump has like, 9 Lawsuits at him right now, any one of which could end in a deposition, and if that happens, then…well just ask Bill Clinton what happens then 

8) Democratic support and rage is massively magnified right now which means that democrats might actually fucking vote for once, and and really utilize our superior numbers.  Fundraisnig for groups like the ACLU is through the roof and the Far Right keeps losing in Europe because of this 

9) This Russian thing keeps getting out of hand and the more Republicans don’t investigate, the worse it gets.  

10) A lot of Trumps worse policies will hurt his own supporters more, and the GOP is going to answer for this Obamacare mess in 2018

11) Trump doesn’t have the support for the Army or the intelligence services so he can’t pull off a coup

12) Finally, Clean Energy is likely going to keep trucking on, because it just make more economic sense than say, coal, which is effectively dead as an industry now.  

Honestly, while things are really bad, this is also possibly an opportunity to really kill the GOP once and for all

Twister (John Laurens x Reader)

Word Count: 1467

Genre: Fluff, maybe a little humor but not a whole lot.

Request/Summary: Noise Complaint  (Yes you do have to read Noise Complaint first for Twister to make any sense whatsoever.)

AU: Modern

Warnings: Awkwardness, Cussing, King George exists, that should be it.

Masterlist

A/N-YAAAAYYYYY finally Noise Complaint Pt. 2!!!! I still do have requests to finish and I will, I just wanted to post this… so yeah… 


You laughed. No, you actually laughed. This guy made you laugh. You hadn’t had a date that could make you laugh in six forevers.

“(Y/N)!” A man exclaimed, approaching your table, your smile fell as fast as it had appeared.

“George.” You greeted sourly.

“When am I gonna get that second date?” He asked, his British accent more annoying than ever.

“Hmm… is ‘never’ open for you? It’s about the only time I have free. I’m a little preoccupied.” You reached across the table and took Strawberry’s hand in yours.

“I’ll see you around.” George growled.

“Bye.” You waved, your voice brimming with artificial sugar. As soon as he was gone, you retracted your hand and rolled your eyes.

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JACK MAYNARD VACATION SERIES- PART2

Part 2 or the Vacation Series
———————————————–

“Hello, so we are starting our third day in Portugal. It’s only five in the morning because Anna and I want to go on a hike to see the sunrise. Jack is still sleeping and I don’t know if you guys are aware, but he’s not been feeling himself the past month or so. I mean it isn’t anything serious, well we don’t think it is, but he’s struggling with insomnia, and as much as he would love to join Anna and I, it’s better if he doesn’t, so we are letting him get some sleep. Now after the hike we are gonna come back here and shower before getting some breakfast with everyone.”

It’s true I’m about to go on a hike with my mini me. We’re both not totally morning people, but we do know that this country is beautiful and the sunset will look gorgeous.

"So once we get to the trail I’ll update you so we’ll see you there!” I wave off and Anna and I eventually get to the trail after a decent amount of driving.

"Jack is going to be so jealous when he sees the pictures.” She laughs and I sigh.

"I know it’s hard recently with him.” I admit and she looks down.

"You’d tell me how my brother is right? Like be honest with me, is he okay?” She asks and I take a deep breath.

"Well he’s not sleeping. He’s up for hours and even days before he finally falls asleep. I want him to sleep and I try so hard to get him to be comfortable, but he’s struggling. I’m being honest Anna. I’m not sure what it is, but we’re trying to figure it out and you know I love him. I’m trying to keep him safe and I’d always tell you if I was worried. I live with Conor, so we both are keeping an eye on him.”

"Did he try taking medication?” She asks I nod.

"It’s not working too well, but once we get home he’s going to see a new doctor to do some brain scans and help determine if that’s the issue.” I explain as we take a seat on the rocks and look out at the sky.

"Do you want to marry him?” She asks after a few moments of silence.

"Yeah I definitely do. Just need a good time for it to happen. We’re only twenty three and we have time. I can tell you that you’ll be my maid of honor and that I promise the dresses will be gorgeous, but I can’t tell you a date. I want him to be my husband, but sometimes I don’t know. I wonder if he wants me to be his wife and I think he does, but I still feel like he could do better.”

"Oh stop it. Jack loves you and you love him. You’re practically a married couple already.” She laughs and I nod while thinking about Jack and I’s relationship.

"I know and it’s been three years, but I think we should wait a little longer. But if Jack were to ask me to marry him today I’d say yes before he could even finish the sentence.”

"But I want him to be healthy and feeling more himself before we go ahead and do anything.”

We continue to sit in peace as I video tape the sky before deciding it’s time to start the hike back down.

Once we get back home and are showered up Anna goes outside to sit in the sun and talk to her friends back home and I go to check on my sleeping beauty. I see him still asleep and as much as I’d like to let him stay asleep forever, it is nine and I know he got at least six hours last night. We may or may not have had sex multiple times last night after going out to dinner and having some drinks so someone slept like a little baby. I also don’t feel bad waking him up because he told me to wake him up before breakfast. I want breakfast so he better wake up.

"Jack.” I shake him and he proceeds to turn over and look up at me blankly for a few moments.

"Jesus Christ how much did I have to drink and how many times did we…? He laughs and I smile before laying down on top of his chest.

"I think you know that answer, but it’s breakfast and you told me to wake you up. However, I do want you to know that later on today we are going to the beach. I would go shopping again but you and I both know I will end up doing most of my shopping in Los Angeles.”

"Just please don’t leave me with no closet space.” He laughs and I leave a kiss on his nose before standing up off the bed.

"We are going to have some fun my dear boyfriend! Just wait!”

"Anna are you going to stay with us and watch the sky?“ I ask her, but she shakes her head.

"I’m going to go and watch some videos. I’m kinda tired from this morning.” She explains and she leans down to give Jack and I hugs. Once she walks back inside Jack turns and looks over at me.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t join you this morning. But I did start to edit the footage and it was beautiful.” He smiles and I position myself, so I can see his gorgeous eyes.

“Yeah I was just taken aback by how incredible something so simple could look.”

“I also heard what you and Anna spoke about.” He admits and my mind flashes back to the convo me and his sister shared this morning.

“Jack she’s just worried about your health.”

“Not that Y/N. I’m talking about the part with us.” He reminds me. “The part about us getting married, because I would love to be your husband. Regardless of my health or my stupid insomnia I’m gonna marry you and I’m gonna propose to you.” He chuckles slightly at what he has to say and I look down to try to keep and from blushing.

“And if you know me as well as I think you do, I think you know what I’m getting at.” He stands up from his chair and looks down at me.

“Now I had planned this way back when we started looking into joining my family here, and as much as I am terrified and tired I know I have to do this, because it’s our three year anniversary tomorrow and I’m not going to wait to ask you another day. It’s been long enough and you’ve put up with me and my family long enough. You deserve to finally be a Maynard after all the love you share with us so Y/N will you marry me already?” He ask and before I can even process the question he’s on one knee with a ring in his hand.

“You already know it’s a yes.” I smile as a few tears of joy start to form. He stands up and pulls me towards his chest before kissing me gently.

“Yes a million times yes.” I mumble and he looks down at the ring before taking it out of the little black box and sliding it on my left hand.

“We have to tell Anna and your parents.” I wipe away my tears and he points to the patio behind me. I see that they are all outside and Anna is recording on our camera. I also see someone who I didn’t expect to be here. I see Conor there with his arms crossed over his chest and a smile taking over his face.

“Welcome to the family Y/N. You’re stuck with us.”

The way it all stops. Late night conversations and ‘I love you’s’ then you tell me you’re done, and months later ask me why i ever pushed you away, so i don’t. My friends ask where you went and what happened and all i can think is “I wish i knew” It was always yours against mine, always. Until you decided to leave. Pretending everything is fine, it is, to everyone else. You just want them to tell you that you meant nothing to them, as if that’ll make you move on. You think it will. Does the past ever really stay here? How his eyes always felt like home, but you realize homes are always temporary when he leaves you. Nights you just want to scream 'YOU STOPPED TRYING. WHY DID YOU STOP TRYING’ you built walls around yourself so thick you so you could finally move on but they always seem to slip through the cracks. He packed his bags but left all the memories he had with you, and you realize that the trick is to find someone who doesn’t own a suitcase. The pounding in your chest when he slams the door on your heart and you shut your eyes, this is all a dream, this is all a dream.
One second
Two
Three
Four
Why isn’t he back yet?
Five
Six
Did i lose him forever? OH GOD THIS IS NOT A DREAM COME BACK and you sit on the bathroom floor screaming with your heart in your hands. You didn’t want him to say sorry just please don’t leave please don’t leave please don’t leave.
Seven
Eight
Nine
This is whatever it is, i guess. It’s so cold without you. My heart still hurts. Baby i miss you, it’s so cold.
Ten
This is it, i love you.
—  I don’t know if you’re happy with her but i still wish you were happy with me

GRAVITY FALLS CODE MASTER POST:

ive spent the past few days using four cipher codes to solve most of the gravity falls codes at the end of episodes or during

Theme Song       

VWDQ LV QRW ZKDW KH VHHPV            

STAN IS NOT WHAT HE SEEMS   

EPISODES:

Tourist Trapped               

ZHOFRPH WR JUDYLWB IDOOV

WELCOME TO GRAVITY FALLS.

The Legend of the Gobblewonker          

QHAW ZHHN: UHWXUQ WR EXWW LVODQG.   

NEXT WEEK: RETURN TO BUTT ISLAND.

Headhunters    

KH'V VWLOO LQ WKH YHQWV. 

HE’S STILL IN THE VENTS.

The Hand That Rocks the Mabel               

FDUOD, ZKB ZRO'W BRY FDOO PH?         

CARLA, WHY WON’T YOU CALL ME?

The Inconveniencing

RQZDUGV DRVKLPD!    

ONWARDS AOSHIMA!

Dipper vs. Manliness     

PV. FDHVDULDQ ZLOO EH RXW QHAW ZHHN. PV. DWEDVK ZLOO VXEVWLWXWH.          

MS. CAESARIAN WILL BE OUT NEXT WEEK. MS. ATBASH WILL SUBSTITUTE.

( THE CHANGE OF CIPHER CODES THROUGHOUT THE SEIRES )

Double Dipper  

KZKVI QZN WRKKVI HZBH: “ZFFTSDCJSTZWHZWFS!”

PAPER JAM DIPPER SAYS: “AUUGHWXQHGADSADUH!”

Irrational Treasure          

V. KOFIRYFH GIVNYOVB.             

E. PLURIBUS TREMBLEY.

The Time Traveler’s Pig 

MLG S.T. DVOOH ZKKILEVW.     

NOT H.G. WELLS APPROVED.

Fight Fighters    

HLIIB, WRKKVI, YFG BLFI DVMWB RH RM ZMLGSVI XZHGOV.     

SORRY, DIPPER, BUT YOUR WENDY IS IN ANOTHER CASTLE.

Little Dipper      

GSV RMERHRYOV DRAZIW RH DZGXSRMT.         

THE INVISIBLE WIZARD IS WATCHING.

Summerween

YILFTSG GL BLF YB SLNVDLIP: GSV XZMWB.        

BROUGHT TO YOU BY HOMEWORK: THE CANDY.

Boss Mabel        

SVZEB RH GSV SVZW GSZG DVZIH GSV UVA.      

HEAVY IS THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE FEZ.

Bottomless Pit!

14-5-24-20 21-16: “6-15-15-20-2-15-20 20-23-15: 7-18-21-14-11-12-5'19 7-18-5-22-5-14-7-5.”

NEXT UP: “FOOTBOT TWO: GRUNKLE’S GREVENGE."      

The Deep End   

22-9-22-1-14 12-15-19 16-1-20-15-19 4-5 12-1 16-9-19-3-9-14-1.  

VIVAN LOS PATOS DE LA PISCINA.

Carpet Diem      

SXEHUWB LV WKH JUHDWHVW PBVWHUB RI DOO DOVR: JR RXWVLGH DQG PDNH IULHQGV. 

PUBERTY IS THE GREATEST MYSTERY OF ALL ALSO: GO OUTSIDE AND MAKE FRIENDS.           

2-21-20 23-8-15 19-20-15-12-5 20-8-5 3-1-16-5-18-19?     

BUT WHO STOLE THE CAPERS?  

Boyz Crazy         

8-1-16-16-25 14-15-23, 1-18-9-5-12?        

HAPPY NOW, ARIEL?

Land Before Swine         

OLHV

LIES

9-20 23-15-18-11-19 6-15-18 16-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-7-19!  

IT WORKS FOR PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGS!

Dreamscaperers

PBVWHUB VKDFN          

MYSTERY SHACK              

SLWW

PITT

OAUVG

MYSTE 

EWTUG AQW OCTKNAP               

CURSE YOU MARILYN

20-15 2-5 3-15-14-20-9-14-21-5-4…          

TO BE CONTINUED…

Gideon Rises     

ELOO LV ZDWFKLQJ       

BILL IS WATCHING          

18-5-22-5-18-19-5 20-8-5 3-9-16-8-5-18-19           

REVERSE THE CIPHERS   

DON’T EAT HIM.

THE PORTAL WHEN COMPLETED WILL OPEN A GATEWAY TO INFINITE NEW WORLDS AND HERALD A NEW ERA IN MANKIND’S UNDERSTANDING OF THE UNIVERSE. PLUS, IT WILL PROBABLY GET GIRLS TO START TALKING TO ME FINALLY.

5-19-23-6-21-16 18-9-6 4-16-19 22-12-15-10-20-19-25-19

SEARCH FOR THE BLINDEYE         

Season 2

Scary-oke           

5-19-23-6-21-16 18-9-6 4-16-19...

SEARCH FOR THE…         

6-12-1-7

FLAG

TEV FP TBKAV PL MBOCBZQ

WHY IS WENDY SO PERFECT       

ZDWFK RXW

WATCH OUT

NLOO PH SOHDVH

KILL ME PLEASE

SMOFZQA JDFV               

WELCOME BACK              

4-16-19 11-23-10 20-9-1-10-5-4-23-15-6-5 15-5 2-19-6-25 21-12-19-2-19-6               

THE MAN DOWNSTAIRS IS VERY CLEVER               

21-23-10 16-19 16-15-20-19 16-15-5 8-12-23-10-5 18-9-6-19-2-19-6?          

CAN HE HIDE HIS PLANS FOREVER?

Into the Bunker

01010000010101010101010000100000010000010100110001001100001000000101001101001001010110000010000001010000010010010100010101000011010001010101001100100000010101000100111101000111010001010101010001001000010001010101001000100001

PUT ALL SIX PIECES TOGETHER!

ICE ICE BABY      

AM I ME? IS HE ME?

OOIY DMEV VN IBWRKAMW BRUWLL   

WHAT KIND OF DISASTER INDEED            

15-11-8-6-9-8-19-6 3-5-19 9-18 11-23-21-16-15-10-19-6-25 21-9-3-12-20  

IMPROPER USE OF MACHINERY COULD

12-19-23-20 4-9 3-4-4-19-6 21-23-4-23-5-4-6-9-8-16-19   

LEAD TO UTTER CATASTROPHE

The Golf War

NLMXQWWN IIZ LZFNF

REMEMBER BIG HENRY

9-12-20 11-23-10 5-12-19-19-8-15-10-17 9-10 4-6-19 17-6-19-19-10            

OLD MAN SLEEPING ON THE GREEN       

21-23-10'4 16-19-12-8 22-3-4 1-9-10-20-19-6 1-16-23-4 16-19'5 5-19-19-10              

CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER WHAT HE’S SEEN

Sock Opera

KFIV VMVITB, MLG HPRM ZMW YLMV  

PURE ENERGY, NOT SKIN AND BONE      

IRHRMT ORPV GSV HSVKZIW GLMV       

RISING LIKE THE SHEPARD TONE

ZLGGOH              

WIDDLE               

VKLIWHU           

SHIFTER

ZKDWHYV          

WHATEVS

EHDUR 

BEARO

YM’KL ECN PPK WFOM UBR KQVXNLK, DCI SIK’U VDA JFTOTA AYQ BWL VVCT "EBTGGB BHWKGZH” HVV: TMEASZFA LOS YCDT PRWKTIYEKGL DBV XQDTYRDGVI 

WE’VE ALL HAD SOME FUN TONIGHT, BUT LET’S NOT FORGET WHO THE REAL “PUPPET MASTERS” ARE: REPTOIDS WHO HAVE INFILTRATED OUR GOVERNMENT               

10-9 8-3-8-8-19-4 5-4-6-15-10-17-5 21-23-10 16-9-12-20 11-19 20-9-1-10

NO PUPPET STRINGS CAN HOLD ME DOWN        

5-9 8-23-4-15-19-10-4-12-25 15 1-23-4-21-16 4-16-15-5 4-9-1-10  

SO PATIENTLY I WATCH THIS TOWN

23-22-10-9-6-11-23-12 5-9-9-10 1-15-12-12 22-19 4-16-19 10-9-6-11           

ABNORMAL SOON WILL BE THE NORM

19-10-14-9-25 4-16-19 21-23-12-11 22-19-18-9-6-19 4-16-19 5-4-9-6-11    

ENJOY THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

Soos and the Real Girl

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10100100000101001101010101000101011101001111        

SPACEJAMTWO

BRTYMEMNX QBR HRRQPEE      

ANTHYDING CAN HADPLEN        

1-15-10-10-15-10-17 16-19-23-6-4-5 22-25 20-23-25-12-15-17-16-4             

WINNING HEARTS BY DAYLIGHT

8-9-5-5-19-5-5-15-10-17 6-9-22-9-4-5 22-25 11-9-9-10-12-15-17-16-4        

POSSESSING ROBOTS BY MOONLIGHT

16-19-6 19-11-9-4-15-9-10-23-12 22-23-17-17-23-17-19 15-5 23 6-19-23-12 18-6-15-17-16-4             

HER EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE IS A REAL FRIGHT

5-16-19 16-23-5 4-16-19 9-10-19 10-23-11-19 17-15-18-18-23-10-25            

SHE HAS THE ONE NAME GIFFANY

Little Gift Shop of Horrors

PVREK BIG QF. JCDQZRF’ ZNVEFH OBCX: “C BEWRS VVUTBFL BT BKNX CVAY BKNX CVAY BKNX

"CHECK OUT DR. WADDLES’ LATEST BOOK: "A BRIEF HISTORY OF OINK OINK OINK OINK OINK"  

23-12-12 23-10-15-11-23-4-15-9-10          

ALL ANIMATION              

15-5 22-12-23-21-13 11-23-17-15-21        

IS BLACK MAGIC

 

Animated Shorts

Candy Monster

[13) 8,9,10] [14,17,22      THE DAR             

IURP WKH ILUVW XQWLO WKH ODVW VHDUFK WKH   

FROM THE FIRST UNTIL THE LAST SEARCH THE  

LEFTY:

[17)6,12 20) 3,4]                NEAR   

WKHP DOO ZHOFRPH WR JUDYLWB IDOOV        

THEM ALL WELCOME TO GRAVITY FALLS              

TOOTH:               

14)21,30,32 15)13,20][22 16)20  

KNESS IS

FRGHV RI FUHGLWV SDVW RQH PHDQV RQH VR VHDUFK           

CODES OF CREDITS PAST ONE MEANS ONE SO SEARCH  

THE HIDE BEHIND:             

11)4,12,13] [12)8,9][17,13]          

IED TO ME          

STANS TATTOO:
[1)14] [2)5,24 3)3] [5)7,9]             

I WAS SO

MAILBOX:

[6)33,40,46 9)1,18] [10)32,33][39             

 BLIND HE L        

THESE TWO CODES PUT TOGETHER, MEAN:

"FROM THE FIRST UNTIL THE LAST SEARCH THE CODES OF CREDITS PAST ONE MEANS ONE SO SEARCH THEM ALL WELCOME TO GRAVITY FALLS.”

AND:

“I WAS SO BLIND. HE LIED TO ME. THE DARKNESS IS NEAR.“

SAO AU

In the city of San Fransokyo, a thousand of the newest technology, known as Full-Dive, has hit the market as gamers across the city and country scramble to get one of the few headgears available. Hiro Hamada, teen genius, has already had his for three months as a beta tester, but today he joins the thousand at the grand opening of the game. He’s even got his brother one because he’s trying to show Tadashi just how cool it is.

At noon their time, the two brothers dive from their bedroom above the Lucky Cafe, along with many others across the nation, as they enter the world of Sword Arts Online.

As an afternoon quickly passes with new meetings and shared amazements, it’s six as Tadashi reminds Hiro that they agreed to help with Poetry Night in the cafe at seven. Hiro reluctantly agrees to log out, but…

There’s no logout button.

The two return to the Town of Beginnings, along with hundreds of other gamers, as the admin, the creator of the game only known to the public as “Professor A,” announces that there is no glitch. This is him taking them all hostage, and that if they are disconnected from their headgears, they will die. If they die in-game, then they will die in life. He allows them all access to news feeds, revealing many faces of the already-dead and many more live-feeds from where their bodies have been discovered. Tadashi and Hiro are shocked to see the Lucky Cat Cafe being fed through some amateur video as Aunt Cass cries, police all around. The only way out, at that point, is to beat the game’s 100 floors.

When the admin departs, chaos erupts as Hiro is quick to pull his brother away. Tadashi wants to go back and help everyone, but Hiro manages to convince him (in near tears) that he cannot go back because Hiro cannot lose him. Tadashi is the last person in his life right now, and if Tadashi goes back, there is no way that they’ll make it through this. Hiro, along with the other 500 beta testers, will be going out to get a head start to tip the odds. Finally, Tadashi agrees to go because his need to protect Hiro outweighs his need to protect near-strangers. The Hamada boys race through the night towards the next hunt.

Six months later, and the boys are called to help with the defeat of a particularly hard boss. Tadashi convinces Hiro that they have to help. Hiro reluctantly agrees as he’s put on a team with players Honey Lemon, Go Go Tomago, Wasabi, and Fredzilla. The forty-some players enter level ten, the Hamada bros particularly good at it (considering that Hiro was a beta tester, this is expected, but they don’t want to get pinned because no one likes beta testers).

When they reach the boss’ room, however, chaos erupts as the boss comes with some weird feature. He’s able to shoot beams of light that suck anything near them in. The gang fight with ferocity, but, just as Hiro is about to land the final blow, the portal opens…

…And Tadashi takes Hiro’s place as the portal closes…

Hiro makes the final blow, but it does nothing but grant him but some armor and a “companion piece,” a white bobble of rareness and unknown value. Hiro calls for Tadashi but, brokenly, he realizes his brother is gone. The leader of the group, a jerk, calls Hiro out, and Hiro rises up, admitting that, yes, he’s a beta tester, and, no, his brother wasn’t. He tells them that he just lost his brother, and he’s going to do everything in his power to end this game once and for all.

Hiro sets off on a particularly deadly path, going in alone as he defeats monster after monster, climbing in the rankings. It’s a year later when the gang - now the Nerd Guild - meets him again. They try to convince him to come join them, but Hiro’s still hurting, blaming himself for bringing Tadashi into the game. He can’t risk anyone else.

However, when he tries to take on a boss himself, he is pulled in way over his head. The gang tries to help, but they are too slow as Hiro’s energy drops. Finally, hoping above else that the bobble works, he activates it. It turns into a white, round, fluffy protector dubbed “Baymax,” which is able to protect Hiro and give him back some HP. Hiro lands a last blow, and Baymax becomes his faithful companion. It is at this point that he realizes he can’t go in alone as well, so he accepts the team’s offer in Tadashi’s name.

They keep going until they run up to the 57th level where the White Nights, led by a character named Robert, are trying to defeat a demon. Hiro cuts in to defend one of the knights, and, when the two see each other, Hiro drops his sword. It’s none other than Tadashi. Tadashi had been sucked through the portal to another zone, and, while he had searched for Hiro, news that it had been a bloodbath brought Tadashi to believe that his brother was dead. He began the knight’s guild in Hiro’s name, missing rumors of a “red demon” player that was actually his brother.

Robert, however, is intrigued by Hiro, asking the boy to join them. Hiro doesn’t like it, and he just wants his brother back with him. Robert challenges Hiro to a duel to decide. He accepts.

In battle, when the cards are down, Hiro finally releases Baymax to defend him. However, Robert is cut too close, and Hiro realizes that the man, even though hit, did not absolve. With a loss to Hiro, Hiro does some coding to Baymax to upgrade his features, and, in the next boss battle when Robert doesn’t realize it, asks Baymax to scan and restore Robert’s HP.

Robert turns out to be an Immortal Object.

Hiro tells this to his friends, some of the few left at the death of the boss, as the Knights turn on their faithful leader and Tadashi’s mentor. He turns out to be Professor A, Robert Callaghan, who designed this game as revenge against Krei Industries for an experiment with Full-Dive that ended the life of his daughter, Abigail. He threatens to tear the world apart with everyone in it, but the gang attacks to take down the man.

One by one, Robert is able to take them down, though. Hiro and Tadashi are crushed by the loss of their friends, but they go on until Hiro takes a hit for Tadashi, opening it up for Tadashi to make the final blow. However, their wounds are critical, Baymax has been flashed away thanks to Robert’s Admin ability, and the two die in game.

However, the six teens wake up above the floating citadel, Robert revealing himself as just a normal man. He explains that the six of them have defeated his game, and, with his words, hundreds begin to log out as the citadel crumbles. He knew this technology should have not been used in this way, but he convinced himself that he was doing it for Abby. He tells them that their teamwork reminded him much of Abigail, especially Hiro and Tadashi, and he always knew that he couldn’t keep this up forever. One by one, the six begin to log out until only Tadashi and Hiro are left, to them he bestows one last gem each - to Hiro, a bobble of the same kind he earned in his first battle, and to Tadashi a seedling that, with his care, could grow. When the city last falls apart, Robert disappears as the two log out.

A year after the events of SAO, Tadashi has released his seed to the web in order to inspire new world creations after he and Hiro discussed that this technology was too great to keep locked away simply because one man misused it. In addition to this, Krei Tech eventually recovers from the hit of this fiasco by renewing the technology with many more safeties taken. He tries to get the winning Guild, now dubbed “Big Hero 6” in the media, to step forth to help renew his image, but the teens decline in light of what they know.

Hiro’s bobble, which saved to his local headgear, turned out to be Baymax’s AI. Hiro and Tadashi, along with the Nerd Guild (all of whom turned out to be college students in the SF area) built a robot body for the favorite companion after two months of non-stop work. All of them return to school, with Hiro finally convinced to apply to SFIT (where Tadashi was about to start at had the whole SAO thing not happened) as the brothers and friends begin their freshman year and the rest of their lives with a new outlook on life.


Submitted By: magical-awesome-kid

((OMFG YOU SCARED ME FOR A MINUTE THERE but yesss good I like. More RPG AUs!!!))

The way it all stops. Late night conversations and ‘I love you’s’ then you tell me you’re done, and months later ask me why i ever pushed you away, so i don’t. My friends ask where you went and what happened and all i can think is “I wish i knew” It was always yours against mine, always. Until you decided to leave. Pretending everything is fine, it is, to everyone else. You just want them to tell you that you meant nothing to them, as if that’ll make you move on. You think it will. Does the past ever really stay here? How his eyes always felt like home, but you realize homes are always temporary when he leaves you. Nights you just want to scream ‘YOU STOPPED TRYING. WHY DID YOU STOP TRYING’ you built walls around yourself so thick you so you could finally move on but they always seem to slip through the cracks. He packed his bags but left all the memories he had with you, and you realize that the trick is to find someone who doesn’t own a suitcase. The pounding in your chest when he slams the door on your heart and you shut your eyes, this is all a dream, this is all a dream.
One second
Two
Three
Four
Why isn’t he back yet?
Five
Six
Did i lose him forever? OH GOD THIS IS NOT A DREAM COME BACK and you sit on the bathroom floor screaming with your heart in your hands. You didn’t want him to say sorry just please don’t leave please don’t leave please don’t leave.
Seven
Eight
Nine
This is whatever it is, i guess. It’s so cold without you. My heart still hurts. Baby i miss you, it’s so cold.
Ten
This is it, i love you.
—  i don’t know if you’re happy with her but i still wish you were happy with me /// trustissued

One, the first time you kissed
you could taste the war on his lips
the ash and cinder and carnage in his edged teeth
strewn in his Armageddon of a mouth

two, he asked for another
you leaned in and brushed his cheek, playing at pure
your robes pressing against with an urge to destroy
reminding you both of your place below the living

three, you battle your tongue with his
a clash of titans, a storm of flowers and dust
it tastes like eternity and need
for days your picking spiders from your gums

four, he holds up a fruit
a kiss, a seal, a promise of power and pleasure
you smile letting the juice spill from your lips
a holy seed pressing on your ravaged mouth

five, he smiles into you
worship seeping from his breath, a vow made with ebony rings
raw flesh against flesh, bound and gagged forever
he is called husband, you are called queen

six, he sits by your side, ice cold thrones carved new
he pulls your hand to his lips with a panthers grace
a simple dark pleasure, teasing your ache to conquer
it leaves a blue bruise to match those on your thighs

seven, a rocking massacre of skin
ruin the woven sheets with nails and blood
you leave him angry red lines, roman roads down his back
he leaves you blue as dusk, a kiss, a promise, a kingdom.

—  he asked for a kiss, adw 
We’re Supposed to Protect Her: A Criminal Minds Imagine


A/N: Hey, so thank you all again for 800 followers, it’s honestly blowing my mind and I’m really excited for it, so thank you! This is a request for Y/N being the youngest on the team, and so they protect her, but she’s abducted on her way to work one day - Emma

Rating: 14A

Warnings: Y/N nearly dies, cussing

Imagine…

Your tongue traces over your bottom lip and the smooth taste of your coffee coats the inside of your mouth, breathing life into your overtired body, your eyes mere slits in the cool air of your kitchen, you back gently leaned against the counter, your phone across from you.

This had become a morning routine, you didn’t want to have to get up, you didn’t want to have to leave your house, but once you got where you were going it all seemed to dissolve, and you were okay, but for now you took refuge in the three minutes you had left before you were to be on your way, or to be more exact, the three minutes you had before you actually had to be in your car.

Sighing deeply as you brush hair back from your forehead, you set down the mug, undoubtedly leaving a cream coloured ring on the white surface and push yourself off, reaching for your phone and slipping it into its place on your belt before pulling your boot all the way on, mentally preparing yourself to leave your solace.

With your keys in hand, you reach down and pat the top of your dog’s head as he watches you shut the door behind yourself, cutting off the place you found the most comfort, and locking it as you murmur that you’ll be home before he knows it. Did you say that every morning for your benefit, or for his?

As you tuck swing your keys around your finger, you’re reminded of how Morgan always tells you to hold the railing going down the stairs, and you subconsciously do it now, it’s become a habit. Or the way you look both ways before you job across the usually busy sidewalk in front of your house, the way you make sure your license is right beside you when you drive, the way you drive with the carefulness of a beginner.

Things like this came with being the youngest on a team of FBI profilers who took their job seriously, and thought that protecting you was a big part of their job description. “You’re just a baby, you’ve got to be careful” was one of the first things that Derek had ever said to you, followed by “I’m sure Reid with love that his place has been taken”.

As you pull out from your parking spot and stop at the red light that seems to glare down at you, you can’t help but smile of all of the little things that they’ve done, sometimes without thinking, to protect you. Like when you were on your first case, and JJ jumped in front of you when Morgan kicked in the door, just in case anything splintered outward.

Or when Emily would tell you that she just didn’t have a good feeling about your date that night, saying that you were “too young to jump into things”, or Garcia who would offer to do your hair and makeup because she thought that you had no idea what you were doing at your age, or how Spencer would tell you that certain things could impair your growth or take years off of your life, and who would want that when they were still so young?

It was like growing up all over again, watch the road before you cross, wear your helmet when you ride your bike, finish your vegetables, get enough sleep, don’t be afraid to talk about your feelings, wear your coat, don’t use your teeth to open things. But now it was more like is the safety on your gun on? Did you get enough sleep? Is anything bugging you? Is your vest on correctly? Should I drive to the scene?

The memories seemed to make the morning move a little quicker and with less disruption or annoyance than usual, and you find a simple smile falling across your lips before you’re even halfway there.

Paying attention to the car in front of you, you pause at the stop sign before looking both ways and continuing on, but the sound of squealing tires snaps your concentration, and without thinking you slow right down to assess the situation.

Looking to your right, you try to stomp your foot down on the gas as a truck comes barreling toward you, but with the road still wet from last night’s rainfall, your tires can’t grip it well enough, and you seem to spin in place for just long enough to realize that you’re about to be hit by this truck.

Keeping your foot to the floor, your car leaps forward just the slightest, but the sickening crunch of metal against metal jolts you as his bumper hits the tail of your car, spinning you as the seat belt slams against your chest, knocking the wind out of you.

Gasping for air, the car spins once more before coming to an unsettling stop, and your hands flail for the button to the side of your seat, desperation clear on your panicked face as you push it over and over again, finally the belt coming free.

You can hear the near silent dripping of what the scent tells you is gasoline, and you moan as you push open the driver’s side door, before stumbling out onto the littered cement. The man from the truck is already out, and he looks at you with wide eyes and his hands on his head.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I hit the brakes too late and I couldn’t slow down in time, I wasn’t paying attention. Oh god, your nose is bleeding, can you hear me? Miss?” you nod your head, although it feels like it’s stuffed with shards of glass, and reach up to touch your nose, clearly broken as it slides around beneath your fingers.

“It’s okay, it was an accident, I just.. I need to call my boss, I work with the FBI, and I” you can’t find words, you’re stumbling over them and nothing is working, so the man waves you toward his vehicle, which is in much better shape than yours.

“Here” he hands you his cellphone, and as you reach to grab it, he grips your wrist with an uncomfortably tight hand, and you look up at him, confused and unsure. “Get in the truck” he murmurs, and you shake your head, your neck stiff and sore.

“No, let my arm go” you try to pull back, but he’s much larger than you are, and understandably stronger as he pulls you towards him, a burning pain shooting up your entire left side. “No!” You raise your voice, but he spins you so that his hand is against your mouth, and starts dragging you backward.

The heels on the back of your boots scrape across the ground beneath you, pebbles causing slight jolts as you try your hardest to free yourself. He climbs up into the back of the truck, hauling you into the enclosed cab space, and dropping you onto the painful ridges. As you try to push yourself up, he forces your head back down with the toe of his shoe, and you yell as loud as you can.

“Shut the fuck up” he mutters, a guttural voice replacing his seemingly kind one, and you lash out with your legs, landing a blow to his upper thigh, but he seems to take no notice to the fact that you’d hit him, and instead spits down at the floor beside your head.

“Now stay quiet”, his toe meets the side of your head, and you feel a crack in your neck as the inside of the vehicle becomes blurred and dark, tears springing to your eyes you moan softly, and he reaches down, wrapping the cold metal of what you could only think was a chain around your wrist, before it locks to a hole cut out of the side of a heavy wooden box.

Climbing over you, he pays no mind as he steps on the side of your shoulder and a clump of your hair on his way into the driver’s seat, and the loud rumble of the still-drivable truck vibrates beneath your body as your breathing picks up alongside your heartbeat, and you cry out once more, surely drowned out by the noise, and your body painfully slides around the small space as he drives for what seems like forever.

*SIX HOURS LATER - DEREK’S POV*

My fist finds the hard tabletop once more and a loud bang accompanies it causing Penelope to jump beside me, her hands pause momentarily before going back to work at the unbelievable pace they had been. “Derek, that isn’t going to help” Hotch’s face is set in its usual stern expression, but beneath it is silent panic, and I shake my head.

“Well what is Hotch? Her phone GPS isn’t working, she hasn’t checked in, she doesn’t do these things. Y/N knows how to be careful, she knows how to be aware of her surroundings, and this isn’t her”. The annoyance is clear in my tone as I try to nail down the overwhelming thoughts in my mind, like a internal hurricane.

“She was at home this morning” JJ breezes through the door breathlessly, Rossi and Spencer trailing behind, and tosses her jacket over the back of a chair as she hurriedly picks up a marker and heads for the board.

“Used coffee mug on the table, no sign of forced entry, no sign of a struggle, the dog was completely calm and had eaten, the door was still locked. This didn’t happen at home, this happened-”

“On her way to work, look” Penelope gestures towards the television and squeezes the trigger on the remote, broadcasting a photo of a car accident on the screen. “It was just confirmed, it’s hers”. Her voice shakes with anxiety and discomfort, and I step closer in order to take a better look.

“She was hit, look at that, there’s clear indentation on the right side of the vehicle, and that paint scrape is definitely not from her vehicle. She was going through the intersection and somebody hit her. What’s the other vehicle description Garcia?”.

She stays silent for longer than I’d like, and as I go to repeat myself, I see the pained expression on her face and the slight shake of her head, her blonde curls bouncing as she does so. “That’s the thing, there was no other vehicle on the scene”.

“Witnesses?” Rossi’s voice breaks through, and she nods, the first sign of excitement filling the small room.

“Red truck, 2008 Dodge Ram 2500, it had significant front end damage but was still drivable, he offered her his cellphone and then she was gone, and he drove away”

“License?”

“59L is all she got, but I’ve got some possible hits in the surrounding area, there’s 4”

*Y/N’S POV*

The harsh noise that emanates from your chest would make you cringe if you could have, but as the belt cracks across your face once more you hardly feel the shift of bones beneath the skin like you had the last 5 times.

Your breaths come out noisily, but weak and shallow as you try to soothe the burning beneath your ribs, and with one more sickening hit, he drops the bloodied leather to the floor where it fits right in with the spatter underneath it. “You useless cow, you useless fucking cow” his voice wavers, his tone one that grates against your eardrums and you cough, the reddened drool leaking from your split lip.

Leaning your head back, the restraint around your forehead loosens in the slightest and you try to take a deep breath, but the discomfort brings forth an unintentional wheeze and he turns from the counter where he stands and shakes his head. “You ruined my life, you ruined everything”.

The sound of tools moving around within the rusted red tin causes goosebumps to rise to the surface of your skin, and you shift uncomfortably in the chair, your legs and arms strapped down, although it’s not like you’d be able to use your right leg, and where would you go? You didn’t have the willpower to cross the room, let alone climb the stairs and escape the house.

He saunters toward you, the harsh light bleaching out the instrument he holds, as he gets closer, the scent of body odour strong on his sweat stained clothing as he leans into your personal space, he exudes rage through every pore of his body, including those on his eerily steady hands as he slides the smooth end of the knife that you can finally see across your cheek.

You try to pull away, but he’s made it impossible, and instead you cry out although the sound seems to die out in your throat and he laughs, before lifting up the hem of your shirt and exposing the reddened, bruising skin beneath it.

“I want this to hurt, I want it to hurt as bad as I hurt when you broke my heart you fucking bitch” he hesitates just the slightest, the first wound one that just cuts the skin, and you hiss as the burn that accompanies it seems to bring every other ache in your body back to life.

His sadism should tell you that he would want to take his time with this, but instead he wastes no time in pushing the tip of the knife against the soft flesh, an intimate area that most people don’t see and as it slides in with little deterrence. This time there’s no mistaking the scream that comes forth, and there’s no sound dying out midway, instead there’s the most chilling sound you’d ever made in your life, and he takes his time pulling it back out, the red painted blade pressing once more against yet another place.

“No” you moan, your words slurred with your tears, and you try to prepare yourself to scream once more, try to prepare yourself for the raw feeling in your chest as it pulls itself forth, and he pushes it in much quicker this time, fast and efficient as it slides in and out, again with no resistance.

The black ring that had played around the edge of your vision for as long as you had been here began to increase in size, and you could feel your breathing slow, but your heart still raced inside its cage, slamming against the wall of your chest, keeping you alive. But when the adrenaline stopped, did you?

*FIVE HOURS LATER - DEREK’S POV*

Spencer holds himself against the back of the seat as I take the corner sharply, my patrol circle becoming more like a trap than anything else, and I sigh heavily as I slow the truck at a red light. “Reid, it’s been hours man, I’m getting real tired of this area”.

His nod is less than comforting, and as I shoot him a look it becomes apparent to him that I need to hear what he has to say to keep myself grounded.

“Well, everywhere else in the outlined area that I calculated is being patrolled by the rest of the team, or local police. We can’t risk leaving here in case the truck shows up, leaving this spot blind is knocking down our percentage rate of finding her” taking a long drink from his bottle of water, I struggle to admit that I agree with what he says, and turn left onto a block that we’d been down time and time again.

As I look out my window at the slowly diminishing sunlight, I gaze over the tree line in hopes that I’d see something - anything to lead me to her. I slow the truck to a crawl, and Spencer perks himself up, his head nearly out the window as he squints to try and get a better take on the surrounding area.

“Car 554 here, I have a possible 10-82” the channel crackles to life, and Spencer spins in his seat, knocking his water and staring intently at the scanner.

“That’s a possible dead body Morgan” he says it as if I don’t know what it is, and I pick up the radio piece on my end and slam down the button.

“Car 554 is it a confirmed 10-82?” Reid is sorting through messily stacked paperwork beside him, and his eyes widen as he slams his finger against the clipboard, bringing my attention to where he’s pointing. Car 554 isn’t even ten minutes from us, and I nod, starting the lights and sirens as I put the gas pedal to the floor as the SUV surges forward.

The voice on the other end comes through once more, but this time with more urgency and a higher tone as he yells into his mouth piece. “10-52 at my position! 10-52! She’s alive, it’s the young girl from this morning, she’s got her ID on her, Agent Y/N Y/L/N”.

*Y/N’S POV*

The larger man kneels down in the dirt beside you, his shimmering silver blanket causing you to wince as he carefully wraps it around your battered body, and places your head on his knee, pieces of gravel digging into the skin of your scalp. “Stay with me sweetheart, they’re on their way, you’ve made it this far, you’ve gotta hold on”.

His words are barely making it through, but you make quiet noises to show him that you’re still there, and that you’re digging your nails in, and not letting go. The sound of squealing tires on the pavement forces more adrenaline into your system, and you’re sure it’s the only thing keeping you alive at this point.

“Y/N!” Derek’s voice booms over the stagnant air, and you try to move, but the officer places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Not a good idea sweetheart, hold tight, here they come” the sirens in the background fade as Derek comes into view, his body coming ever closer as he throws himself onto the hard surface, no doubt cutting his knees. His hand gently brushes hair from your face, although it’s stuck with dried blood, and he shakes his head.

“This is all our fault, we’re supposed to protect you, I was supposed to drive you to work today, I could have been there.. I should have been there” tears flow freely on his skin, painting trails against the lines that you’re sure are a product of exhaustion, and as he kisses your forehead, the medics push him from their way.

“Three stab wounds, multiple facial lacerations, suspected broken ribs and a right fractured leg, possible internal bleeding and I’m going to say a collapsed lung, punctured at the least” the older lady is quick to assess, and she carefully lifts your head to wrap a brace around your neck, before asking the officer to move so that she and her partner can get you on a backboard.

“She’s lucky” the woman’s partner mutters as the two of the lift you, pain radiating through your body as the board is placed on top of a stretcher. “Careful with the straps” he says, his voice louder this time, and if your eyes would roll you’d roll them.

*DEREK’S POV*

Sitting bedside had never been so hard in my life, and as I find my eyes slipping shut for the umpteenth time as her hand rests heavily in my own. JJ sits on the opposite side, knees curled to chest in the larger chair and her eyes glued to Y/N’s chest.

“I can’t even begin to explain the way I feel about this.. Distraught isn’t even good enough” her voice is quiet, strained against the ache that she undoubtedly feels, the ache that I feel, that comes with holding back the tears that prickle behind our eyes.

A dull ache tugs at my lower back, and I shove it away as I run my thumb in circles over the pale skin on the hand within my own, and nod. It seemed to be a shared feeling within the team, between sullen expressions and bags beneath eyes, murmured apologies and careful touches, we all knew what JJ was trying to say, and it was that we nearly lost the one person we all secretly protected the most.

“Pass me the chart, please” not wanting to bring forth the agonizing guilt that threatened to swallow me whole, I hold out a very slightly shaking hand as JJ stretches out to pass the clipboard to me, stuck to it were multiple, multiple papers.

I can almost feel the wince on my face as I read over the list of injuries, the paramedic hadn’t been far off at all, three stab wounds, seventeen facial lacerations, most of which required stitches, four broken ribs, a fractured right leg, bleeding from her liver, a massive concussion, and a rib had pierced through her left lung.

Reading it makes my head swim with images I can’t seem to hide from, and I shove it away from me, biting at my lower lip as it slides across the table to my left. “She’s one hell of a fighter” Prentiss’ voice comes from the open door, where she stands brandishing multiple cups of coffee, and I feel a faint smile force its way through.

Standing for the first time in what feels like days, I lift my hand away from Y/N’s, but it’s pulled back, faint at first but then more urgent, and I turn to look over my shoulder as the fragile body in the bed seems to come to life, her eyes wide open and surveying the full room, and I feel a tightness in my chest that hadn’t been there since I held her hand on that road.

“Y/N! Hold on, don’t move, JJ get a nurse!”

Let Me Hold You

Part Six in the “Forever” series!

Read He Doesn’t Know
Read She Knows
Read Me Too
Read Sing Me To Sleep
Read Closer

A/N: As always, thank you so much to my amazing beta @shadowandsoul
A/N2: If you want to be tagged in anything, send me an ask.

Words: 1151

Dean’s Point Of View

           We had been getting so close. I felt like we were actually acting like soulmates. She was everything I could have ever asked for. But there was something she was keeping from me. Something she hadn’t shared with me. Something that was pulling her away from me. And I was so scared that it was going to tear us apart.

           I knew I had to talk to her, but I was afraid that would even push her away. I wanted her to talk to me, but maybe she just needed time.

           “You’re thinking really hard,” Y/N said, looking over at me. She was sitting in the armchair with her legs up under her. I was sitting at the table looking over things; well, pretending to.

           “Little bit,” I said.

           “What’s wrong?”

           I looked over at her, “You’ve been a little distant,” I said, “And I wasn’t sure if it was just because this is new or if there’s something bothering you.”

           “Umm …” she looked like she was searching for words, “It is a really new situation still,” she said. But I could tell that wasn’t really what she wanted to say.

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i’ll never smile again

A/N: The funeral scene we all needed. Because Peggy deserves better and Steve needs to break down and be human. 

Inspired by this post by @caleysteggy and by @spookymattboyd, thank you for your inspiration.

also posted here on ao3. 

word count: 1553

Originally posted by belle333black

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Tomadashi Week, Day 1. Goodbye. (x)

Your spaceship, Gogo’s saying, looks like crap.

She’s mocking his spaceship because there’s nothing else to mock. Not his looks, not his brains, not the fact that he has to leave forever after turning her life upside down for six months. Crap spaceship, you dork, she says. Crap spaceship.

He smiles sadly like he knows what she’s actually thinking, because he sort of does. There’s all kinds of perks to being an extraterrestrial, and telepathy is only one.

I’m sorry, Tadashi is saying.

Liar, Gogo responds. 

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Where Everybody Knows Your Name

“Well boys,” he says, scratching at Harley’s head. Rhino barks at that, and Zayn obliges him by petting him too. Apparently, that means that he’s showing too much attention to the dogs, and Tigger appears from wherever she’d been hiding, taking her rightful place in his lap. “And girl,” Zayn adds, politely. “Guess we’re back.” (tag)

Love Me True 

It’s not easy, loving someone who’s part veela. It’s even harder being them.

Snapshots in the life of part-veela Zayn and the boy who loves him. (tag)

John Hughes Wannabe 

“Think about it. You’ll be staying together. There’ll be slow dancing at the reunion, you’ll have to dance together. Maybe take a walk on the beach, in a nice romantic setting. Everyone will think you’re together already, it’ll be in the air. It’s perfect!”

Harry wants to win his high school reunion. And maybe win Zayn’s heart too, while he’s at it. (tag)

Aftermath 

In another world, Zayn would be on the bed already, and Louis would be tasting every inch of him. He’d be writhing with pleasure, taken care of properly, shown what true pleasure can be, not just the pretense he’s probably had. He’d show Zayn that even in the camps, far away from the city glamour, there’s real pleasure. He’d have Zayn screaming his name, begging for him. In that other world, when Louis hadn’t won Zayn in a card game. When the chains around Zayn’s wrists that kept him with Louis were emotion, not gold. (tag)

Phoenix

His name is Zayn Malik. For five years he was stranded on an island with only one goal: survive. Now he come home to fulfill the mission of a dying man–to save his city. But to do that, he can’t be the man he was before. He must become someone else. He must become something else.(tag)

darling right now i can’t see you

You don’t fall in love with your fuck buddy. Zayn knows this. He always has. You don’t fall in love with your fuck buddy, especially when they’re as different as Harry is from Zayn. He’s not good at it, but he knows the rule.(tag)

Let the Sky Fall

There’s blood on Zayn’s hands. Harry likes to think it matches the blood on Harry’s. (tag)

Baby Be Mine (Not Your Baby ‘Verse)

In which Zayn is an English major who hates frats, Harry is a frat bro with great arms, and these things cause Zayn problems. (tag)

Just Pretending That We’re Cool

Camp Tiaxa Falls is many things to Harry–the lake, the woods, his campers, the four boys he’s been friends with for a decade. But after a difficult first year of college, it’s suddenly a refuge too. Except of course Zayn had to be out there, making things difficult by looking all gorgeous and kissable all the time… (tag)

To Catch a Thief

There are some rules even thieves have trouble breaking. Marriage vows, for instance. (tag)

The Ground Whereon He Walks

“You could come home with me.”

“Yeah?” Zayn turns, waggles his eyebrows and leers. “You offering yourself as a rebound?”

“Hah,” Niall snorts, and glances down at the ground. “No, like. I’m going home to spend the summer, you could tag along, if you wanted.”

Zayn blinks. “To Ireland?” (tag)

Beam Me Up

One Direction fans really are from everywhere… (tag)

Hooked on a Feeling

It might be borrowed time, but Zayn never wants to give it back. He’s happy. Happy for the first time in longer than he’d thought. He has his music and he has Harry, and that’s what he needs. And if even Louis is skeptical whenever he talks on the phone, well. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. (tag)

Spinning

Fine, Louis thinks, when the announcement comes. Fine. If he doesn’t need them, they don’t need him. Louis certainly doesn’t. (tag)

68th and Broadway

Zayn still looks like a statue, Harry thinks, like he’s carved from marble. Or not marble; it’s more like he’s a painting with one of those big DO NOT TOUCH signs on them, all delicate, deliberate lines, from his narrow hips in his tight jeans to the oversized blue sweater the hangs off his shoulders to the curve of his lips, tilting downward as he frowns at the easel. Harry’s never much liked those signs, had always been the sort of kid who touched despite the risk he might break something. He’s a little worried he still is. (tag)

Episkey

Over the next two weeks, Harry manages to cut open his finger three times, spill boiling water on himself once, and turn his skin polka-dotted, and somehow Potions is still the highlight of Zayn’s week. It’s just…in Potions, he doesn’t remember the absence at his side, doesn’t remember how even if he hangs out with Liam or any of the other Gryffindors, it still feels like something’s missing, something not even Louis’s regular letters can help. But in Potions, it feels like Zayn’s laughing too hard at Harry and Niall’s antics to remember that.(tag)

Holding Out For a Hero

Harry only expected a new bodyguard. He didn’t expect the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, or how Zayn looked at him like he could see through him, or how he makes Harry feel things he’s never felt before. But maybe, in the face of death threats and a love he can’t admit, Harry can find a bravery he never knew he had, and a home he never knew he wanted. (tag)

The Teacher Trap

It’s been seven years. Seven years of Harry trying to forget he ruined the best thing he’d had, of trying to forget how Zayn’s face looked the day he walked away. Even when Zayn becomes the English teacher at the high school where Harry teaches, it’s best for them both if he stays away. Friendship he can do, but anything more will only lead to heartbreak for both of them. He knows all of that—it’s just hard to remember when Zayn smiles. 

Zayn knows very well he’s not the same person he was seven years ago. He’s spent the intervening time making sure of it. But Harry’s still Harry, and no amount of history can change the pull between them, as inexorable now as it was in college. And in between Harry bringing him lunch and making sure he’s bundled up against the cold, sometimes it’s hard to remember why they broke up in the first place, or why they need to stay apart…

With the help of meddling teenagers sure their teachers are in love, a few musical numbers, and a New York City winter, can Harry and Zayn get a second chance for happily ever after—the right way around this time?(tag)

Possession

Zayn is quiet, after it’s gone. (tag)

Just Breathe

Zayn’s never known how to love with less than everything, and he’s never known how to say no to someone he loves. It might not be the best combination, but he’s never known how to be anything else.  (tag)

Code of Conduct

Zayn was his boss. Zayn was sort of his friend, and his boss, and he didn’t feel the same way, and it was just a stupid crush. And maybe, yeah, if Zayn had been someone else Harry would have beaten past all that and ended up in his bed. But he liked this job, and he liked Zayn, and it was just a crush. He had handled it for three years, he could handle it for as long as he had to, as long as Zayn still smiled at him when he brought him coffee and laughed at his bad jokes and told Harry how much he needed him all the time.  (tag)

Candlelight and Roses

Five people Zayn didn’t sleep with, and one he did.  (tag)

A Con-dirella Story

Once upon a time, an actor was forbidden to go to Comicon. But his fairy godmother had given him a mask, which he could wear to go no matter what anyone said. But, she warned, he could not stay forever, for he would be unmasked at the stroke of six. And so he went to the con, and there he met the most beautiful boy in all of Manhattan, and they wiled away the day together with much joy. Yet the clock ticked ever on, ever on, ever on…  (tag)  

Gouda to Meet You

“Okay, so you had cheese recommendations for the guy who accidentally texted you, fine. But did you have to tell him where you worked? Or to come by?”  (tag)

we are spirits of a different sort

O hell! to choose love by another’s eyes…
Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream. 

(tag) 

Like a Virgin

Touched for the very first time…  (tag)

It’s Getting Hot in Here

Harry likes to take his clothes off. This causes Zayn problems.

Camelot

Heavy lies the heart that wears the crown. (tag)

Wish I Wish Tonight

Harry doesn’t know what to say, or how to say it. You have starlight in your smile, is what he wants to say, you did when you were sixteen and you still do. You’re starlight and I didn’t know how to look up.  (tag)

Here I Stand

Zayn lifts his chin, turns so that he’s facing Harry. He doesn’t look at Liam, because he can’t bear to look, and because he’s really not trying to be mean or pointed. Liam can do what he wants. But Zayn drew a line in the sand a long time ago, and it matters. “I’m not hiding, Haz. This is who I am. They can deal with it.”  (tag)

Whiskey on the Rocks

It’s the same every Thursday. Zayn makes drinks, smirks his way into more tips, jokes with Niall, watches Harry seduce the bar with songs about a boy he can’t have, and wishes more than anything that that boy was him.  (tag)

Worth a Thousand Words

In which porn is watched, revelations are had, and everything’s broken until it’s not.  (tag)

One-Love

Sometimes, Liam thinks joining the tennis team is like playing two truths and a lie:

Zayn is on the tennis team.
Zayn loves Harry.
Harry loves Zayn.

He’s pretty sure he knows the lie. He’s just not sure they do.  (tag)

Ever After

It’s perfect, really. Harry has Zayn, and through everything, from boarding school to Harry’s first girlfriend to Harry’s first boyfriend to college to everything, Zayn’s never left.

There’s also the small fact of Zayn being in love with him, but they don’t talk about that. It’s the one thing they never talk about.  (tag)

Slow Down

Harry wants. It’s what he does best. He wants, and he charms his way into getting what he wants. He got X Factor. He got to be a world famous solo pop star. He gets whatever men and women want to fall into bed with him.

And now he wants this handsome dark-eyed mechanic in a middle of nowhere town. And Harry gets what he wants. He just isn’t always prepared for what the getting means.  (tag)

Nothing Good Happens After 2 AM (except for you)

“You had to finish that paper,” Zayn says, simply, and Harry’s struck by a sudden, overwhelming rush of love for this beautiful, lovely boy, who’d sit by himself miserable and drunk rather than break Harry’s concentration.

Da Mi Basia Mille

“An idea comes to Harry then, a brilliant, brilliant idea, the best idea he’s ever had, other than the time he thought he should grow his hair out. “New plan. I’m going to kiss you every day until you start thinking you should be kissed every day.”  (tag)

Cards on the Table

Slowly, very slowly, Zayn nods. “After the job,” he agrees, and turns to leave. But then he pauses, with his hand on the doorknob, and Liam braces himself because he knows the signs of a Zayn Malik bit of wisdom coming. “But Liam—” he talks to the side, not looking back, “You keep on wanting me to show my hand. But you–you’ve barely got any money in the pot.”

In which Liam pines, Zayn broods, Louis is manic, Harry charms everyone, Niall makes the best sandwiches, and stealing the money is barely the point at all.  (tag)

Drabbles

Assorted smut:

Age Difference (Zarry)

Dom/Sub (Ziam)

Fan/Idol (Zarry)

Size Difference/Shower Sex/Clothes Sharing (Zarry)

Collar (Zarry)

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Bangtan College AU ➔ Taehyung ❬ Early Childhood Education Major ❭

From a young age Taehyung knew he wanted to change the lives of children. When his parents told him he was going to be an older brother, he stepped up as the big brother and ended up taking care of his younger siblings and teaching them things, like the A, B, Cs and 1, 2, 3s. From that moment on he knew that this is what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, he wanted to be able to teach the future generation and hopefully he would be able to touch their lives in the same way he touched his siblings’ lives. 

Now Taehyung is attending college and majoring in Early Childhood Education so that he can finally be the teacher he’s always wanted to be. During the Welcome Week at the University is when he ended up meeting the six people who would change his life forever and become his best friends for life. 

Wanna find out more about each boy, just click their name;

Jin // Yoongi // Hoseok // Namjoon // Jimin // Taehyung // Jungkook // Main Post 

Let’s Set The World on Fire(We Can Burn Brighter Than The Sun)

I know the song was around for over a year or two, but I heard an acoustic version and couldn’t let this though die. So it’s a college AU one-shot inspired by “We Are Young” by Fun. (Roughly 2K words and even more roughly edited).

It’s a typical Saturday night for the ‘newly’ single Killian Jones, if you can still say ‘newly’ after a few months(seventy-nine days if we’re counting, but who ever is), and his friends just snuck off to the bathroom with their own party favors while he’s talking up some 'trollop’ as Liam would say.

I sent you to school to get an education Killian, not a series of notches in your belt.

She’s flirty, sprite-like but no matter how much he fingers her blonde waves, they’ll never turn to gold quite like hers.

And alas, at the exact moment the thought flashes through his mind, silky gold flashes through his peripheral. He turns abruptly, letting the lackluster blonde tendril fall from his hands as his jaw falls open.

Swan.

She’s sitting just across the bar, alone, a drink in her hand almost too quickly. She’s barely slid off her coat.

She’s a beautiful disaster, with tired eyes and a slouch in her shoulders and he did that to her. He let her down. Let her shoulders fall and her smile fade and that’s when it claims him; this miraculous thought that may or may not be alcohol induced.

Change that, even if just for tonight. Dammit Jones bring back the light in her eyes even if just for tonight.

So he strolls across the bar without a word to his companion.

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