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nyanchen  asked:

Hi! Could you do the RFA + Saeran and their reactions of getting a call from the hospital because MC got in some sort of accident (not too serious though) and them going to visit her? It's ok if you don't want to though!

Okay, I really do need to get better at saving this lol. It’s deleted, and right when I was on Baehee! I’m also sorry for being gone so long, jeez it’s been too long! Lol, anyway, whatever, let’s begin!!

Zen

  • It was two days before a big performance of his
  • After rehearsal he was planning on having dinner with you, and watching your favorite show, something relaxing
  • But all that was quickly abandoned when he got a call from Jumin
  • You were going to get some groceries to make your special soup for the cold rainy April weather
  • And when you were crossing a street a drunk driver hit you on the side
  • Zen was surprised his phone wasn’t across the room by now
  • He was however, sprinting out of the theatre, yelling at his manager a babbling excuse, screaming at Jumin for the directions
  • When he got there he was a mess
  • The RFA was crowded around you, barely giving you any room to breathe, but the minute they saw him they parted
  • While he walked up to see you he spied the crumpled groceries, beside your bed, the green stalks of celery still peeking out, and he broke down completely
  • He knew that you were in pain, not only due to your arm in a cast, but also the fact you had an IV, something he knew you always hated the idea of
  • So instead he stroked your hair and squeezed your hand
  • “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m so, so sorry.”
  • You just smiled kindly at him
  • Afterwards you were very wary of cars, and he held your hand when you crossed the street, arm around your shoulder
  • He was terrified of what could’ve happened
  • About what would’ve happened had that car hit you dead on
  • He would’ve crumpled

Yoosung

  • He was playing LOLOL, like usual, and you were reading
  • It was such a relaxing night
  • When you finished you kissed him on the cheek and rushed off to get the next book in the series
  • By the time you got out the sun was setting
  • You loved this time of day, the weather being remarkably clear for April, streaks of pinks, purples, and reds streaking the sky, the night cool and balmy, slightly wet like the morning dew type feeling of late summer days
  • You beamed up at the sky
  • Walking back to your apartment you didn’t notice the car pulling out of a parking lot
  • As it collided with you, you skidded across the pavement and into the street, your book splayed across the asphalt, just a hair’s breadth away from you
  • Yoosung got five messages from Seven before he picked up his phone and read it
  • And when he did he dropped it
  • Typing furiously into it he slid across the room, grabbing his keys quickly, jacket be damned
  • The whole way there guilty thoughts danced in his head
  • Why didn’t I go with her? Why didn’t I pick up the phone sooner? Why? Why…
  • When he got there you brightened up slightly, you’re smile growing bigger
  • This caused him to burst into tears at seeing your two broken ankles
  • You ended up comforting him, but he was adamant on feeling guilty
  • Gave you tons of kisses
  • Decorated your wheelchair with stickers of the constellations, moons, and stars
  • And when you began physical therapy to walk again he was there the whole time
  • Every appointment, every single thing
  • And every night he’d hold you close
  • Grasping you tightly
  • He feels like he needs to remind himself you were there
  • Because if you hadn’t he would’ve fallen

Jaehee

  • It was a hard week for her
  • Jumin was preparing for a huge trip, culminating with an important conference, then a party when he got back
  • So that meant a ton of sleepless nights for his poor secretary
  • You understood how tired Jaehee was
  • So one night you took the time to take the two hour trip to a reclusive coffee shop, which sold Jaehee’s favorite
  • You were so happy when you managed to grab the last two bags
  • Practically happy danced out of that shop
  • When you stopped at a red light you went to check and make sure it was still standing straight
  • When a young driver rammed you straight from behind
  • Jaehee was just about to take a break when Jumin came bolting in, hair disheveled
  • “Jaehee, MC, she’s been in an accident.”
  • Jaehee bolted out of her chair like a missile
  • Sprinting towards the elevator she barely paid enough attention to get the location
  • Jumin couldn’t keep up with her
  • And he’s tall
  • And she was in heels!
  • When you saw her running down the hall you twisted around yourself, desperately looking for where the heck they put the bags
  • When she reached the room, panting, looking so worried, you broke down
  • She immediately gave you a big hug, stroking your hair, avoiding the spot where your head was bandaged
  • “I-I’m so, so sorry! I, I w-was just trying to get you the c-coffee, you like. A-and now you’re behind schedule, a-and it’s all my fault!”
  • She shushed you and kissed you on your cheeks
  • Jumin could get someone else’s help for the last two days, she was going to take off
  • You also broke your ribs and she needed to make sure you took your meds and ate enough
  • Every night when you fell asleep she’d brush you bangs to both sides
  • “Coffee beans could never replace you, you’re so much more to me…”

Jumin

  • You two were coming home from a party
  • Jumin was happy to get home, away from the crowds of people, he wanted to be with you
  • You were just waiting for when you could get out of those heels
  • Already unbuckled you lagged a bit behind him
  • He laughed a bit at your struggling, which earned him a glare
  • “Here, let me help you.”
  • You smiled gratefully at the hand and went to grab it
  • When the motorcycle came out of nowhere
  • Jumin screamed when you fell backwards, your shoes in a moment of cruel irony let behind
  • He didn’t have time to look at the cyclist, who was looking, bewildered, stoned as Hell
  • Jumin scooped you up and pulled out his phone, calling an ambulance
  • Rode with you in the back, holding your hand as you cried
  • They sedated you to set the broken collarbone and Jumin flinched
  • When you shook it off and came to he kissed you firmly
  • “Oh my God, I thought, I thought that, that you were going to leave me.”
  • You began tearing up,
  • “I wouldn’t be able to go on like I do now, you, you’re too important.”
  • Since he was in his apartment he just arranged a lazy boy to be brought in
  • Supervised everything
  • And made sure the cyclist was brought to justice
  • There doesn’t need to be people like that driving, not with all the troubles already in the world

Saeyoung

  • You had stormed out after even more pushing away
  • You hadn’t planned on going anywhere in particular
  • Just needed some fresh air
  • Unfortunately fate just wasn’t on your side this day
  • After cooling down enough to go back to that Hell of an apartment you quickly walked towards the apartment
  • Unfortunately you didn’t see the public garage opening
  • There was a horrible scraping of metal on cloth and flesh
  • And the door knocked you into a fire hydrant
  • You thought of Saeyoung right before the world went dark
  • Saeyoung had  begun tracking you the minute you left
  • And the minute the phone blinked out he picked up his keys and ran
  • Terrified that his fears had come true
  • He hadn’t expected the scene on you being carted on an ambulance, phone spotted with blood, falling from the rim of a sickly yellow hydrant
  • His stomach had dropped and for a minute he couldn’t breathe
  • Running in he barely stopped to explain it to the nurses
  • You weren’t responsive, but that didn’t stop him from apologizing for everything
  • He had to wait while they set everything, you had a concussion, but when they left and he was alone, the RFA hadn’t yet arrived, he poured his heart out to you
  • You woke up to him talking
  • “I didn’t understand, I thought if I pushed you away it would get better, you’d find someone better, someone more deserving. Instead I got you hurt, I can’t believe it, you’re at the center of my thoughts and I’m so sorry, I’m so damn sorry.”
  • You reached out, despite the pain, and touched his hand
  • He jumped, but seeing you, a light smile on your face, he enclosed you in a tight hug, clutching you like water, something that might slip away if he didn’t hole you tight enough
  • You hugged back and he began crying
  • “I love you so much MC, I love you so damn much.”
  • “I love you too, I will always love you.”
  • “Always…”

Saeran

  • You two were planning an ice cream date
  • And he was so excited
  • Smiling around the house, practically beaming
  • Kissing you a lot, causing you to laugh
  • God, he loved your laugh
  • When the time came to go out he was dragging you
  • You barely had time to grab your purse
  • It was an amazing night, not too hot, not too cold
  • After the ice cream you two walked slowly around a park, looking at the statues in Greek style
  • Just enjoying each others company
  • Saeran was completely at peace, he couldn’t believe that there was a happiness such as this in the world
  • As he led you through the park he pointed eagerly towards a statue, dead center of the park
  • “Look MC! Look!”
  • He started running towards it, and your hand started slipping
  • He noticed after a few seconds, and turned around to laugh, teasingly
  • When he saw the motorcycle ramming into you
  • The cyclist didn’t even stopped
  • Just laughed
  • Saeran took a quick mind of the plate before picking you up
  • Your leg was bent oddly and you were crying
  • He was shaking with anger, and fumbled with his phone
  • At the hospital he wasn’t allowed to be there while they set the bone
  • He turned his phone on again and looked up the guy
  • Sexual assault charges, physical and verbal abuse, the list went on and on
  • Saeran was grinding his teeth in anger
  • How was this guy not in jail
  • It didn’t matter, Saeran knew how to change that
  • Pulling a few strings he smiled in cold, cruel, satisfaction
  • The guy was going to be in jail for a while
  • Just then your room opened and he rushed in
  • Seeing you, tears still at the edge of your eyes, leg in a cast
  • He went over to hug you and kiss you
  • And the tears started flowing, something that surprised him
  • After everything, his mother, Mint Eye, the attacks, the whole time he’d never cried
  • But seeing the center of his universe, the light in the never-ending darkness, the love of his life, seeing you hurt made him so sad
  • So he just held onto you, showing that it would never happen again
  • It wouldn’t
  • He wouldn’t let it

I hope you like!!! Again sorry for it being so long, but hey I hope it’s really good!!! Have fun reading, and again hope you like!!

That motorcycle scene...

I keep seeing gifs of that scene where Bucky overcomes all known physics to steal and reverse course on a motorcycle, and it’s usually as part of a “Bucky is so awesome” post. And it’s starting to bug me a lot, because we’re basically looking at him murdering a guy.

It’s not “the Winter Soldier” as he is untriggered and under no orders. It’s not even any sort of self defense as the motorcyclist is a civilian who happened to be traveling the tunnel. It is Bucky who plucks a guy from his ride and throws him into oncoming traffic.

The guy is pretty dead. Just the shock of being yanked and thrown could break his neck at the speeds and forces involved. That’s before he gets hit. Take a good look at the throw, cyclist is going into a section of road where two cars are incoming almost side by side. He is about to get run over, regardless of what the other drivers do.

But what gets to me more every time I see the image is that Bucky does it because he wants to go faster and someone had a way he could do that. He needed the bike so he killed someone for it. The end. That’s the “innocent man” we’re supposed to accept all this collateral to protect.

And I LIKE Bucky! I wanna keep liking Bucky, even though I don’t think of him as an innocent like much of his fandom. The scene didn’t particularly resonate with me in the movie because everything was happening so fast, but now I can’t help but think about what this means to the character, and what kind of person he actually is.

So good job Marvel for taking a character one step closer to villain just for a cool slow mo shot, and fans for making me think about it by squeeing over the spin. Grrr…

Puppy Therapy

A/N: THERE’S NO READER, just Bucky with a puppy (ft. some Avengers). ALSO, I’m not planning on making a second part, might reconsider if requested.

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Warning(s): Some cursing, PTSD 


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Star Cycle

Chapter 7: Stellar Nursery

Chapter Summary: Love does not die out easily. True love will not die out even when the star dust settles. 

Chapters: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 //

Author’s notes: Sooooo…next chapter is probably going to be the last chapter. Save for a super fluffy epilogue and a special chapter for @paperficwriter *wink wink*. 

I know this is pretty premature, but I want to thank @stickydoona and @cinensis for creating such an incredible AU. It has been so much fun to write for and is so beautiful. Not to mention that this definitely led to my friendship with Cin and all of you lovely peeps. But I’ll save the super sappy post about how writing his fic has had such a positive impact on my life both outside and within the writing/fandom circles and kept me writing at a time I almost stopped altogether for the next chapter~ 

Also, in case anyone was wondering, this chapter was 110% inspired by my Josh Groban playlist. So get ready for the feels! 

You can also read here at Ao3!

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Harsh Realms

A/N: This is it. This is the end. It’s been a long time coming. I really enjoyed writing this story, and I’m glad it found an appreciative audience in many of you. Thank you.


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Chapter Twenty Two: Love In A Cold Climate

Emma Swan had gotten some pretty crappy letters in her time.

There was the time an aggrieved reader had sent her an envelope at the Sentinel, stuffed with a suspicious white power. That one had necessitated a shutdown of the entire building by counter-terrorism, and a pretty invasive physical exam from CDC officials in HAZMAT suits. Baking soda, as it turned out.

Or even just the post-it note she’d found stuck to the side of the refrigerator two days after Christmas, informing her that August had drank the last of the milk, and could she please go the store for some more, as he was in the middle of a pivotal scene in his novel and didn’t want to interrupt his flow?

But the email she received in her inbox on January the 10th? That one left her reeling.

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When Your Doggo 🐶 Goes For A Walk 🚶 🚶 ☀
  • Doggo: *relaxes on the couch, flipping through channels by pawing the remote* THE PROGRAMS ON THIS MOVING IMAGE BOX ARE ALL INSUFFERABLY INANE. I HOPE MY HUMANS RETURN HOME SOON. I DO NOT THINK I CAN TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS BANALITY.
  • Doggo: *flips to the local news*
  • Newscaster: Reports of a man in a cartoon wolf suit harassing and attacking random people have increased in the last week. Two men in the lower east side of the city claim to have been attacked by the man and they're saying that this wolf is nothing to bark at.
  • *cuts to an interview*
  • Drunk Man 1: You recording?
  • Someone Off Camera: Yeah, it's rolling.
  • Drunk Man 1: Oh shit!
  • Someone Off Camera: Please, try not to cuss.
  • Drunk Man 1: Fuck, sorry. It's just-
  • Drunk Man 2: *barges onto camera and pours beer over self* We beat the FUCK out of that dude! Whoop whoop! I don't care who the fuck you are: wolf man, clown, fucking draculas, you come out of the woods looking at me weird you're getting your dirty ass bea-
  • *cuts back to newscaster*
  • Newscaster: Uhm... many residents of the city have dubbed this furry attacker as the Third-Eyed Wolf. Currently, the Third-Eyed Wolf is still at large. Authorities are advising everyone to remain vigilante and *TV turns off*
  • Doggo: THIRD-EYED WOLF? IMPOSSIBLE. AN IMPOSTOR. I HAVE TO VISIT THIS NEWS FACILITY AND MAKE THEM FIX THEIR ERROR.
  • Doggo: *walks up to the apartment door, stares up at it and takes in how large it is* ...DARN. THIS TINY DOG'S BODY WILL DO ME NO GOOD.
  • Doggo: *glances over at an open window* SALVATION.
  • Doggo: *hops onto the windowsill, and hops out of the window, fall is cushioned by a garbage bag below*
  • Doggo: *walks to the front of the apartment complex and spots a cyclist*
  • Doggo: *walks in front of the cyclist's pathway*
  • Cyclist: *breaks* Whoa! I almost hit you, puppy. Aren't you cute!
  • Doggo: *wan* *wan*! I AM NOT CUTE, HUMAN. YOUR FATHER WAS DISAPPOINTED IN YOU. YOUR WIFE IS UNFAITHFUL. YOUR LIFE IS A WASTE. ABANDON YOUR PEDDLING DEVICE AND WALK INTO TRAFFIC.
  • Cyclist: Guh, y-you're right. Nothing matters. *drops bike, walks into traffic*
  • *cars swerve trying to avoid the cyclist*
  • Doggo: *hops onto the fallen bicycle* ...MY SMALL PUPPY BODY WILL NOT BE ABLE TO OPERATE THIS DEVICE.
  • Cyclist: *still walking through traffic, only narrowly avoiding being hit*
  • Doggo: HUMAN, RETURN. YOUR MISERABLE LIFE HAS SOME WORTH YET. I AM IN NEED OF YOUR ASSISTANCE.
  • Cyclist: *turns to look at doggo* Huh? Me?
  • Cyclist: *gets hit by a truck*
  • Doggo: ...DARN.
  • Passerby: *screams as she watches the cyclist get hit*
  • Doggo: *wan* *wan*! EVERYONE CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR SHALLOW FEIGNED CONCERN. YOU'RE IMPRESSING NO ONE. YOUR LIFE IS AS EMPTY AS YOU THINK IT IS, AND EVERYONE KNOWS THAT. ANY AND ALL INTERACTIONS WITH YOU ARE ACTS OF PURE PITY.
  • Passerby: *gets teary eyed* Really?
  • Doggo: ABSOLUTELY. NOW MOUNT THIS PEDDLING DEVICE AND TRANSPORT ME TO THE NEWS FACILITY.
  • Passerby: *sits on the ground* I don't think I want to. I just want to sit here and waste away.
  • Doggo: YOU CAN DO THAT ON YOUR OWN TIME. NOW, I NEED YOUR HELP.
  • Passerby: What help am I? You can find someone much better than me to help you. I never even learned to ride a bike. I just want to curl up and die.
  • Doggo: ...DARN. YOU GO WALK INTO TRAFFIC TOO THEN.
  • Passerby: I don't want to. I don't even deserve to be smashed across a car's window like a fly. I just want to sit here until I starve.
  • Doggo: YOU ARE BEING OVER DRAMATIC. PATHETIC. PERHAPS I AM TOO GOOD AT THIS.
  • *an ambulance shows up*
  • Doggo: CLERICS?
  • *EMTs rush out of the ambulance to tend to the cyclist*
  • Ambulance Driver: Looks gruesome, jeez.
  • Doggo: *wan* *wan*!
  • Ambulance Driver: Hey there, little puppy! What are you doing in the street, bud? It's dangerous.
  • Doggo: YOU HAVE A MASS GROWING IN YOUR BRAIN. IT IS TERMINAL. EVEN IF YOU GET SURGERY, YOU WILL DIE FROM IT. FURTHERMORE, YOUR DAUGHTER WON'T EVEN CARE MUCH ONCE YOU ARE GONE.
  • Ambulance Driver: *sweats nervously* You can't possibly know that. I don't have a mass in brain.
  • Doggo: YOU ARE RIGHT. I CANNOT POSSIBLY KNOW. HOWEVER, I DO KNOW WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND. THE MIGRAINES, THE LIGHTHEADEDNESS, IT BOTHERS YOU. DID YOU KNOW THAT MOST PEOPLE WHO SUFFER FROM THOSE SYMPTOMS HAVE TERMINAL CANCER? ALSO, YOUR DAUGHTER'S ALOOFNESS IS NOT JUST A "TEENAGER THING". SHE HATES YOU. THE RESULT OF BAD PARENTING. SHE SHOULD HAVE STAYED WITH HER MOTHER. DRIVE YOUR VEHICLE INTO YOUR FRIENDS OVER THERE.
  • Ambulance Driver: *revs engine*
  • Doggo: ON THE OTHER HAND, DO NOT. I NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE. DRIVE ME TO THE NEWS FACILITY. THEN RUN PEOPLE OVER.
  • Ambulance Driver: *opens passenger door* Absolutely.
  • Doggo: *hops inside the ambulance* GOOD. MAKE HASTE.
  • *ambulance drives off*
  • Me: *walking back to the apartment complex with my roommate*
  • Roommate: So, are you feeling better now.
  • Me: No, I think I'm feeling worse knowing that my roommate is a complete sociopath!
  • Roommate: *nearly trips over passerby on the sidewalk* Watch where you're sitting, you homeless bum! I could've gotten hurt.
  • Passerby: ...
  • Roommate: The city should do something about these vagrants. Like, I can feel property values dropping just looking at them.
  • Me: *looks at the accident in the street* Jesus, what happened?
  • Roommate: Looks like some kind of car accident. Who cares, it's not like it's any of our business.

anonymous asked:

Could you talk more about the idea that Americans switched knife/forks to stop stabbing each other during meals during the revolution? Couldn't they still fight if they switched?

Okay but let me preface this by saying I’m not defending the idea, I don’t know if it’s true, and there are other theories about it that probably make more sense. I’m just providing the reasoning I was given when I heard it. :D 

Since the majority of the population is right-handed, putting the knife in the left, less-skilled hand means that:

1. If you attack someone impulsively, you’re less likely to actually kill, because your aim and dexterity with your left hand aren’t as good.  

2. You’re less likely to attack someone impulsively because you’re instinctively gonna want to switch hands first and that single second of “gotta put the knife in my right hand” also gives you time to think “oh hey maybe I shouldn’t slit this dude’s throat for voicing Revolutionary sentiments in this bar.” 

Even if it’s not true, it demonstrates the concept of the “nudge”, the idea that making something awkward to do or training people to do things in a different way will make them think more carefully about what they’re doing. 

There’s something similar called the Dutch Reach, where drivers in the Netherlands are trained to reach across their bodies and open the car door with the hand furthest from the door. The Dutch Reach requires you to twist your entire body towards the door, thus forcing you to turn and look out your window – and reminding you to look back for oncoming cyclists. Which has apparently drastically reduced the number of “doorings” cyclists experience and thus reduced cycling injuries significantly.

SHE DRANK HER ALE AT THE BAR (or, “There’s literally nothing about this that isn’t absolutely delightful”)

(thanks to HorribleSanity over on Twitter, who posted this up ages ago!)

ORAS ANALYSIS, THEORIES, AND THOUGHTS

With the latest CoroCoro leaks, it is time for me to analyze the new information and share my thoughts!

There’s a lot to look through, a lot of questions answered, and a lot of new questions, so let’s get started! Look under the Read More for the full review!

Let’s start off with the first question answered, which is what the new looks of Groudon and Kyogre mean. In this month’s CoroCoro, it has been revealed that these new looks are called Primal/Prehistoric, and are from a process called “Ancient Devolution”. What this is exactly is unknown, but more than likely it is similar to formes or Mega Evolution. The Red and Blue orbs may be related to this phenomena, considering that they are stones (Mega Stones?). We will have to wait and see what happens, but it seems likely that they are related to the new storyline.

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