#Or just start take off to the sky like a helicopter propeller | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

pullakori · 11 months

Text

Cherik week 2023

Day 4. Protective Erik

It’s been a year since Charles followed Erik to Genosha and started living in there. The change wasn’t an easy one, but slowly the island started to feel like a home and its residents like a family. Old sorrow and guilt still followed him, but they were not as consuming as they had been right after… Well, a year ago.

Charles sipped his tea, enjoying the morning sun on his face. It seemed like it was going to be another beautiful day in the paradise, no need to ruin the otherwise beautiful day with such gloomy thoughts.

“What would you like to do today?” Erik asked him from the other side of the table. Most days he would already be working on some project on the island, but today he had decided to take a day off and that meant that they could spend the whole day together.

“We could visit the beach, return through the market and make dinner together.” Charles mused, turning to look at Erik, who was smiling at him.

“How domestic.” He teased, but continued before Charles had an opportunity to quip anything back. “Chess after dinner?”

“Naturally.” Charles replied.

Domestic. That was possibly the best way to describe their situation. They lived together and there was certainly something more between them, but neither of them had had the courage to approach it, too cautious of what it could do to the serenity they had managed to find.

As it turned out, the faith of their found peace was not in their hands at all.

It started with a knock on the door and a concerned mind on the other side of it.

“Magneto! Magneto there is a helicopter flying towards the island!” The voice was clear, as it carried through the open window and after a quick shared glance with Charles, Erik stood up and hurried to open the door. On the other side was distressed looking Corina, who was clearly trying to catch her breath.

“Where?” Erik asked, straight to the point while Charles wheeled himself to the door too.

“From the North-West.” Corina panted and pointed towards the right direction. “I saw them while I was practising my flying. I don’t think it will take long for them to reach us.”

“Were you able to identify it?”

“Nothing specific, but it looked military.”

“We’ll be ready. Find Panic so he can sound the alarm. There might be only one, but I rather not take any risks.” Erik ordered and with a nod, Corina took few running steps and jumped, flapping her seagull like wings and flew away.

“Charles, are you able to reach their minds?” Erik turned to Charles.

“I should be, if they are not that far away.” Charles said and closed his eyes, so he could focus his powers, sending tendrils of it out to scan the ocean area. He tried to find sparks of any kind of minds, but he found strange voids instead. They were familiar, reminding him of Erik’s old helmet. They were closing in on the island fast. “They are blocking me somehow.” Charles said aloud, and the grim look on Erik’s face mirrored his own thoughts. This wasn’t good.

The sound of Panic’s warning scream echoed through the air, telling everyone on the island to be prepared and soon after, the sound of helicopter propellers grew louder and louder.

“You should stay inside, Charles.” Erik told him as he stepped out himself, turning to look from the sky to Charles. But the telepath was having none of that.

“I’ll just stay near you.” He said, following Erik outside and meeting his eyes, making it clear, that he would not be hiding away.

Not that he would have time for that, as the helicopter appeared over them, landing on the clearing in front of Erik’s home. Other mutants had gathered around too, waiting for what was going to happen.

‘Do you think they know where you live, or was this just a coincidence?’

‘Oh, I’m sure they know.’ The distaste in Erik’s thoughts was clear. From the helicopter, soldiers hurried down a ramp, helmets on their heads and guns in hands. ‘Plastic.’ Erik’s mind stated.

‘That might become a problem.’ This whole thing seemed to become more concerning every second.

‘Luckily the copter isn’t.’ Charles did his best to suppress his smirk, but didn’t quite manage.

The tension in the air grew as the last person came out of the copter, better dressed, clearly in charge. Erik took a step forward and Charles followed him, staying by his friend’s side.

“Why have you come here?” Erik asked the man with an authoritative tone, speaking loudly so his voice carried through the whole clearing.

“We are not here because of you Magneto. No need to stir any trouble.” The man answered, stopping in front of his men.

“You are the ones who barged to my home with guns.” Erik stated, not impressed by the man’s attempt to be pleasant. “So I ask again, why are you here?” The man shook his head, before his gaze turned to Charles.

“Mr. Charles Xavier.” It wasn’t a question, he knew exactly who Charles was.

“Yes?” The helmet made it impossible for the telepath to get a reading from the man, but even though his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, his attention made Charles feel unnerved. Like he was a fly trapped in the spider’s web, about to be killed. The man’s next words only made the feeling stronger.

“You have been found guilty for treason and we are here to take you back to the Stares.”

Charles was certain that the time froze for a few minutes, no one moved, no one said anything, even the noises of the island nature seemed to fade away.

“Excuse me?” Charles was proud how steady his voice came out, even though he felt shaken to his core. Treason? What the hell were they talking about? But the man wasn’t about to explain himself.

“This doesn’t need to be difficult. Just come with us, and there will be no reason for use to use any force.” He gave a small hand signal, and the soldiers raised their weapons. Not only at Charles and Erik, but the other mutants as well. Charles could see the bloodshed that would follow, if he didn’t do as the man wanted. And too much blood had already been spilled because of him.

He was about to move forward, but Erik beat him to it, stepping in front of him.

“You are not taking him anywhere.” Erik stood there arms crossed, unmoving and shielding Charles from the soldiers.

‘Erik…’ Charles felt frozen, he wanted to move, to tell Erik to stand down, but he couldn’t.

“What a shame.” The man said, his voice barely reaching Charles’ ears.

It was over in a matter of seconds. There was the sound of gunfire, shouting, groaning of metal and chaos of fighting, before suddenly, it was quiet again. The man and his soldiers were lying on the ground, blood staining the ground. Few mutants had been hurt too, three dead. Because of him.

“They’ll be back.” Charles managed to find his voice all the while his mind was running wild. He had to get away from Genosha, away from anyone who could be hurt because of this.

“And we will be ready.” Erik’s words snapped Charles back from his thoughts. Erik was still standing in front of him and was examining Charles for any injuries. There were none, at least Charles didn’t think so. Erik on the other hand had gotten a shallow wound to his cheek, but otherwise seemed to have escaped without further injury. Against all the odds. The thought chilled Charles from the inside. Erik could have died.

“I can’t ask you to risk your life for me.” Charles told Erik, taking a hold of his arm. The last thing he wanted was to put the lives of the Genoshans in danger, least of all Erik’s.

Erik held his gaze, and for a moment it felt like he was the telepath instead of Charles, like he could see through all Charles’ masks right in to his heart. But maybe that had been the case through all their relationship. Erik moved down so they were looking eye to eye, before he took hold of Charles’ shoulders, his left hand resting where shoulder met the neck, stroking the spot there with his thumb.

“You don’t have to ask.”

#cherikweek2023 #cherik #finally managed to write something #my brain was fighting me the whole time but i managed #my writing

44 notes · View notes

bearsinpotatosacks · 2 years

Text

Whumptober Day 12 - "Mayday, mayday"

Slider and Ice set down on tarmac and struggle to process what happened in the air. But just when the adrenaline's started to wear off, Maverick and Goose show how bad the hop was.

Words: 1439

Slider ran over to where the other aviators had collected. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and feel it thudding in his chest. All his resolve had gone into getting him and Ice safe on the ground. The rescue team already had their work cut out with Mav and Goose. They didn't need more work saving him and Ice.

Speaking of Ice, he was following him as he usually did. His cold demeanour wasn't a harsh facade or natural state like it usually was. This was shock. He could tell his body had shut down anything that wasn't absolutely vital to maintaining his life.

It wasn't a surprise, and it didn’t take much to realise why. After so long at Top Gun, and so many nights hearing Tom complain about Maverick in such a way that he honestly got confused about whether he hated him or wanted to fuck him, it was only natural that he would be worried about Maverick, he could be dead for all they know.

That made his stomach drop. Not because he loved Maverick too. Quite the opposite. He loved Goose.

He was worried so much it made his heart hurt. Pain shot through his body at the thought that he could be dead and it could be all their fault. It was their jet wash they'd been caught in, after all.

He'd heard them on his headset and knew the fears that being an RIO in emergency situations could bring. Because despite how comforting it was not to be the one in charge of keeping two people alive while in the air, being fully reliant on someone else when you were on the verge of death was terrifying.

"Hey, what happened out there?" Wolfman asked. "Why are only you two back and not Maverick and Goose?"

Hollywood lay a hand on his shoulder, "Yeah, and why did every staff member start running around like a bomb went off, no-one's telling us nothing."

What did he say? They may have killed their fellow aviators? That he was worried it would be seen as deliberate and be thrown in jail? That he’d never hear Goose's honking laugh again?

"We had lock on Jester but I didn't have the perfect opportunity so I didn't take it and pulled out, Maverick went in to get lock on him but caught in our jet wash, made his engines go haywire and sent them into a flat spin towards the ocean. Then we got called back and that's all we heard," Ice said.

His voice was monotone. Clear and crisp. Straight to the point but half hearted because he knew he was having the same dilemma that Slider was having about who was to blame. A technical fault or them? He was siding with them.

"Shit." Was all Wolfman said.

"Yeah, shit," Slider repeated.

No-one had anything to say after that. He wanted someone to fill the silence. Anything to get Maverick and Goose's petrified words out of his head, repeating on loop.

Their altitude declining rapidly, their engines failing, Maverick couldn't reach the ejection handle. His mind filled in what happened next.

That little squirt really pissed him off sometimes but, honest to god, he’d let him punch him right now if it meant they were both alive. He could heal from a black eye but having blood on his hands was a much deeper wound.

The silence was broken by the regular thumping of the rescue helicopter. Its bright colours shocked against the sky. They ran as close as they could get due to the propeller blades. Well, that and Jester blocking them to 'give them some privacy'.

"Privacy? You saying they're hurt?" Slider said, a lot more desperate than he'd intended.

"I'm not saying anything, now, move back!"

He extended his arms either side of himself to block their view but to little effect. They bobbed about on their feet, trying to get a look into the scene just out of reach, just going too slow for how impatient they all felt right now.

An ambulance pierced his ears as it raced onto the scene. The doors to the helicopter slid open. No one breathed.

"Look, it's Maverick!" Sundown shouted over the noise.

Chipper chirped up, "He's walking, that's gotta be a good sign, right?"

Slider's eyes slipped from Maverick to Iceman. The tension in his shoulders eased. His jaw unclenched and he let out a sigh quiet enough that he barely heard it in all the commotion.

"He looks okay," he said, a small smile spreading on his face. "He's okay."

Slider's heart leapt. Goose should be okay. They'd be able to see it on Maverick's face if he wasn't.

"Hey, if he's okay, Goose's got to be, right?" He said.

"Yeah, they're probably both fine, ambulance is probably just a precauti-"

Ice's mouth shut with a click as Goose came out of the helicopter. He gulped. The smile had been wiped off his face, guilt replacing it as if the very idea of thinking he'd be okay was absurd.

Because as Goose came out of the 'copter, although came out was a strong word for it, carried out was better, all hope Slider held in his heart faded.

He was in a stretcher. Blood covered half his face. His helmet looked strange, almost like it was cracked? A neck brace kept him stiff, he didn't move too much either but they knew he was alive. Knew far too much that he was alive.

Across the wind, now the propellers had fully stopped and the ambulance's siren had been switched off, they could hear his gentle cries.

Maverick was by his side in a blink of an eye. His hands clenched the stretcher as they laid him on rollers.

"My head hurts, Mav, why does it hurt so much?" He pleaded. "Make it stop, can you make them make it stop."

All Maverick could do was nod. Frantic and shaky. All his cockiness seemed like a dream. Right now he was a scared boy about to lose someone else close to him.

"And my neck hurts, my head and my neck, why do they hurt so much?"

"You, you were in an accident." Mav said.

"Was I driving? I'm always a safe driver,"

Mav shook his head, "We were in the air," he swallowed. "Look, I'll tell you later, let's just get you to the hospital, yeah?"

"Okay,"

Goose too sounded childlike. Terrified. Feeling so much and understanding none of it. It made Slider feel sick.

"It all hurts so much, Mav, make them stop it, make them make it stop!" He begged.

He tried to move, body jerked awkwardly but couldn’t do anything. Slider put it down to the neck brace and shock but couldn’t deny the dark pit whirling in his gut telling him it was worse.

"And my hands, I can't feel my hands, Mav, or my legs," he hiccuped a sob. "It all hurts so much but I can't feel a thing."

Mav didn't have an answer for that. His resolve was dropping too. His body was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

Goose's tone changed, his voice was stone cold serious, "Tell Carole and Bradley I love them for me, yeah?"

"Tell them yourself," Maverick said.

"Please, everything hurts but I can't feel, you sound cloudy. I feel like I'm underwater and everything's too bright," Goose, despite his words slurring, said with a grave voice none of them were used to. "Think I'm dying, Mav."

"No, no you're not!"

Goose's face seized up in pain as they raised him into the ambulance. They just caught the last dregs of their conversation before the doors closed.

"Just hold on, if you do die, you know I'll tell them, I'll look after them, but you're not going to die so you can tell them yourself,"

Maverick clasped Goose's hand and rubbed his knuckles despite the lack of feeling.

"I'll hold on," Goose said, his voice a whisper in the breeze.

"Yeah, hold on for a second,"

The sirens followed the slam of the doors and the pair were whisked away. Slider thought of Carole, how excited she seemed when he'd seen her. And thought of Goose's son, so young.

"Alright, show's over, come on," Jester gestured them back to the hangar.

He hoped they'd cancel the rest of this Hop. He might throw up if they made him go back up there now. Or he'd get him and Ice in a similar state as Goose and Maverick. The repeat of still 'Mayday, mayday' rang in his head like bells.

I do like this fic. I didn't plan on writing anything for Whumptober until I actually looked at the prompts and got some ideas. Also I put "Chipper chirped" on purpose because I am hilarious. Hope you enjoyed this!

100 notes · View notes

justarainydayy · 1 year

Text

crossposted from wattpad @/justarainyday__

dad!jake + na’vi!y/n

y/n pov

neteyam, lo'ak, and i are flying around in the air above blazing fires and avoiding crashing helicopters as they're shot out of the sky. we watched as the large group of warriors yipped as they scavenged through different crates of weapons that they had pulled from the blown-up train.

"bro, we have got to get down there." lo'ak comments as he watches the action: "no way, dad will skin us." neteyam warns lo'ak of the future punishment we will get if we do go down there.

"come on, don't be a wuss." lo'ak teases neteyam, "lo'ak." i give the boy a firm warning, but lo'ak ignores both neteyam's and my protests about joining in on the raid as he flies off, separating from us: "lo'ak, get back here, you-agh!" neteyam calls for lo'ak before quickly following after him. i roll my eyes at my brother before flying after both of them.

once we all reach the ground and hop off our ikrans, lo'ak has his bow in hand, ready to fight if needed, as he runs off towards the action. "bro, let's go! come on!" he calls out behind him to neteyam, who is running off after our idiotic brother "lo'ak." neteyam calls for lo'ak, hoping he would stop and listen, but he doesn't "lo'ak." neteyam calls out for him again.

i let out a sigh and ran after my brothers, knowing i would be the one keeping them out of trouble once i caught up with them. lo'ak was yipping with a gun in his hand, presumably from the man behind him who was handing them out.

"lo'ak," i call for him as i stand by neteyam, who can only look at lo'ak in disbelief, shaking his head. lo'ak walks over towards us. "you don't even know how to use it," neteyam comments, referring to the massive gun in lo'ak's hands. lo'ak loads and cocks the gun. "dad taught me," he says smugly, proving neteyam wrong.

lo'ak lifts the gun and positions it comfortably in his hands, aiming it around. i grab lo'ak's elbow, giving it a squeeze, and say, "put it down. you could hurt somebody." i demand, giving the boy a harsh look.

there is a loud and raspy yip let out by someone standing atop a broken-down carriage from the train, signalling that there is a human gunship inbound. everyone around us starts to act quickly, frantically getting ready to take off and get away from the incoming threat.

the gunship lets off two missiles further down the train tracks, and neteyam, lo'ak, and i start running back towards our ikran, desperately trying to get back to safety.

"come on," lo'ak calls back at neteyam and me as we run just behind him, as we desperately clamber up metal debris that was in our way. my mind seems to go numb as i hear the loud whistle of another missile, this time a lot closer.

"go! go!" i push neteyam, who is in front of me, further ahead as both of us climb the metal container as lo'ak is running below us, avoiding having to climb over the train carriage.

there is a sudden rush of heat behind me that rapidly surges up my back and propels me into the air. it felt like slow motion as i was suddenly flying over the train carriage i was once standing on, yet at the same time it all felt too fast as i rapidly approached the dry ground. i landed harshly and rolled a few times before stopping on my side, my back facing where the missile had just gone off.

although i hadn't blacked out, everything still seemed a blur. my eyes couldn't focus, and my ears were ringing loudly. i felt vibrations in the ground, and i flinched just a bit, not knowing if it was another missile.

my back felt hot and tingly, my adrenaline keeping me from feeling the true pain of the severe burns that now grace my back. my throat stung with every breath i took, the smoke seemingly scratching my insides. small cuts lined my arms and legs, dripping only small bits of blood, and bruises that darkened my skin and throbbed with every small twitch i made.

my entire body felt stiff. i felt like i had just woken up from a year-long nap and needed to desperately stretch, but i couldn't move, and i could barely focus on the shouting i could hear from behind me.

"what're you doing here, boy? what were you thinking?" i can now clearly hear that the shout is from my dad; he is somewhere behind me reprimanding one of my brothers, probably neetam; he always took the blame.

it's not long before a large shadow blocks the small light that passes through the billowing smoke above me. a gentle and shaky hand resting on my shoulder, slowly pushing me to lie on my back.

i wince, my face scrunching, as the dirt mixes into my open wound. my dad's gentle hands move around my upper back, careful not to disturb my burns, and pull me into a loose hug before leaning me back a bit and moving his hand from my shoulder to my face.

"have you lost your mind!?" he tries to sound mad, but his voice comes out soft, almost cracking halfway through the sentence. his thumb is running across my chest as tears run down my face, collecting the dirt that covered it and leaving obvious streaks.

i'm not sure why i'm crying—whether it's because of the pain or the disappointment i know i have caused in my father or the overwhelming fact that i almost died.

dad lifts me onto my feet, pulling my arm over his shoulder, and raps his own around my waist to help me walk over to our ikrans that stand nearby. he helps lift me up onto my sky banshee, making sure i am secure before leaving to get on his own. we fly off back up to the safety of the hallelujah mountains, with neteyam and lo'ak following closely behind.

we fly our ikrans up and into the opening of the hollowed-out mountain, where our clan has settled, landing on the edge of the rocky hole.

i carefully slide off my ikran, trying not to disturb any of my aching wounds. "fall in!" my dad calls, turning from a worried father to a disappointed commander.

i slowly shuffle my way towards my father, standing in front of him, with neteyam by my side and lo'ak slightly behind us, standing by his ikran. we all prepare ourselves for the scolding we are about to receive.

"you're supposed to be spotters." jake says, mainly towards neteyam and me as we stand right in front of him, "you spot bogeys and call them in." he reexplains what we were supposed to do, "from a distance!" he exaggerates getting slightly close to neteyam and me.

"does any of this sound familiar?" he asked, referring to the task we had gone over thousands of times. "get here!" he yells towards lo'ak, who is still standing beside his ikran instead of beside neteyam.

kiri, who i had seen walking over towards us, is now beside us, grabbing neteyam's arm to turn him slightly to see his burns. she walks behind us and stops moving my hair over my shoulder and out of the way for her to also inspect my burns.

"jesus, i let you three geniuses fly a mission, and you disobey direct orders." dad continues to berate us before tuning to kiri. "kiri, can you go help your grandmother with the wounded?" his voice is instantly calmer towards her. "my siblings are wounded." kiri argues with her dad.

out of the corner of my eye, i see our mother move around us, now standing behind us and also looking over our fresh wounds. tuk, who was standing with mom, moves next to lo'ak, grabbing his arm and looking over him in the same way kiri had done with neteyam.

dad lets out a sign: "just go, please. tuk go with her. go." he insists on both of them leaving so he can finish his scolding. kiri rolls her eyes before walking off, with tuk joining her.

neteyam straightens his back out and broadens his shoulder. "sir, i take full responsibility," he says, while i let out a sign at his apparent eagerness to take the blame.

"yeah, you do; that's right, cause you two are the older siblings. you gotta act like it." our father told us, fully accepting that it was our fault that lo'ak had joined in on the raid, "ma jake, your children are actually bleeding." mum speaks up from behind us, "it's fine," neteyam denies while i give him a look with my eyebrows raised.

dad lets a sigh out through his nose before dismissing us, "go on, get patched up. dismissed." mum squeezes in between neteyam and me, linking our arms with hers, and walks up towards our family tent.

neteyam and i sit silently in our family tent, waiting for our grandmother to be done helping the villages' wounded before doing the same with us.

lo'ak had come and joined us, complaining about how he was grounded from flying. not long after he joined us, kiri and tuk did too. kiri kneeled behind neteyam and gently wiped his wounds clean of any dirt.

once she had finished, our grandmother appeared in the doorway with her hands full of jars of cream. she moved to be seated behind neteyam and started to apply a thin layer of the ointment from the jars over each of his burns.

i sit off to the side by the edge of the tent with a horrified look as i watch neteyam wince and squirm as grandmother applies the lotion. kiri washing the dirt off my burn was enough to make my eyes water, and i am now convinced that i will be crying by the end of the night.

kiri walks around the tent mentioning how she would use a different cream that would sting less. from my hunched position on the floor, i give kiri pleading eyes, begging her to come over here and help me instead of our grandmother.

word count : 1735

25 notes · View notes

ethanharli · 2 years

Note

I have a ton. This is all in good fun, so if you want me to stop just say the word and I will

Infinite cum. You sit on the toilet to jack off, but you begin to cum uncontrollably. After ten spurts you start to worry. Your hand is sticky and it reeks of semen. You desperately shove your dick into a wad of toilet paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. The cum accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop cumming. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You try to cum into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The cum is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the cum from escaping. The air grows hot and humid from the cum. The cum accelerates. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The cum is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to cum all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. The cum accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. The cum accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising from the goop. You plead to God to end your suffering. The cum accelerates. You squeeze your dick to stop the cum, but it begins to leak out of your asshole instead. You let go. The force of the cum tears your urethra open, leaving only a gaping hole in your crotch that spews semen. Your body picks up speed as it slides backwards along the cum. You smash through the wall, hurtling into the sky at thirty miles an hour. From a bird’s eye view you see your house is completely white. Your neighbor calls the cops. The cum accelerates. As you continue to ascend, you spot police cars racing towards your house. The cops pull out their guns and take aim, but stray loads of cum hit them in the eyes, blinding them. The cum accelerates. You are now at an altitude of 1000 feet. The SWAT team arrives. Military helicopters circle you. Hundreds of bullets pierce your body at once, yet you stay conscious. Your testicles have now grown into a substitute brain. The cum accelerates. It has been two days. With your body now destroyed, the cum begins to spray in all directions. You break the sound barrier. The government deploys fighter jets to chase you down, but the impact of your cum sends one plane crashing to the ground. The government decides to let you leave the earth. You feel your gonads start to burn up as you reach the edges of the atmosphere. You narrowly miss the ISS, giving it a new white paint job as you fly past. Physicists struggle to calculate your erratic trajectory. The cum accelerates. The cum begins to gravitate towards itself, forming a comet trail of semen. Astronomers begin calling you the “Cummet.” You are stuck in space forever, stripped of your body and senses, forced to endure an eternity of cumshots. Eventually, you stop thinking

At this point I'm getting used it, kind of wondering what will pop up next tbh

#comforting maki #asks #anon

2 notes · View notes

rjhreview · 7 months

Text

What Is A Drone?

So, you've probably heard the word "drone" floating around quite a bit lately. But seriously, what the heck is a drone? No, we're not talking about those annoying sound machines that hover around your head when you're trying to enjoy a peaceful picnic. We're talking about those nifty little gadgets that seem to be everywhere these days. From military operations to delivery services, drones have taken the world by storm. But fear not, my friend, because in this article, we're going to break it down for you and give you the lowdown on what exactly a drone is. Get ready to take flight into the world of unmanned aerial vehicles! What is a Drone? What is a Drone? History of Drones Before we dive into the exhilarating world of drones, let's take a step back and explore their fascinating history. Drones, believe it or not, have been around longer than you might think. Their origins can be traced back to the early 20th century, when the first remotely-controlled aircraft was developed by the British Royal Navy in 1917. These early drones, known as target drones, were used for target practice and training purposes. However, it wasn't until the 1990s that drones truly started to make their mark. The development of advanced technologies, such as miniaturized cameras and lightweight materials, paved the way for a new era of unmanned aerial vehicles. With military forces around the world recognizing the potential of drones, they became an integral part of surveillance, reconnaissance, and combat operations. Definition of a Drone Now that we've covered the historical groundwork, let's answer the burning question: what exactly is a drone? In simple terms, a drone is an unmanned aircraft that can be remotely controlled or operated autonomously through pre-programmed flight paths. These flying machines, also known as UAVs (Unmanned Aerial Vehicles), come in various shapes, sizes, and configurations. Types of Drones Just like the variety of toppings available on your favorite pizza, the world of drones offers an extensive range of options to choose from. Let's take a quick tour of the different types of drones: - Consumer Drones: These are the drones you're most likely familiar with. They are designed for recreational purposes and come in all shapes and sizes, from the compact and agile quadcopters to the more sophisticated camera drones that capture stunning aerial photography. - Military Drones: As the name suggests, military drones are utilized for military operations. These advanced UAVs are equipped with high-resolution cameras, infrared sensors, and even weapons, transforming them into formidable surveillance and combat tools. Just imagine playing Call of Duty, but with real-life consequences. - Delivery Drones: Who needs a pizza delivery driver when you can have a drone drop off your mouthwatering cheesy goodness? Delivery drones are being developed by companies like Amazon to revolutionize the way goods are transported. Imagine receiving your online shopping orders within minutes, all thanks to these airborne super couriers. - Industrial Drones: Industrial drones find their purpose in sectors like agriculture, construction, and infrastructure inspection. Equipped with specialized sensors and cameras, they help farmers monitor crops, assist in surveying hazardous construction sites, and inspect hard-to-reach areas, making them the ultimate handyman assistants. Components of a Drone Behind every drone's mesmerizing flight capabilities lies a complex web of components working harmoniously. Let's dissect the anatomy of a drone: - Frame: The frame is the skeleton of the drone, providing structure and support for other components. It is typically made of lightweight materials like carbon fiber or aluminum, allowing the drone to be agile and nimble in the sky. - Propellers: Much like a helicopter, drones use propellers to generate lift and thrust, propelling them through the air. These spinning blades create the upward force needed to keep the drone airborne and give it the ability to soar through the skies. - Flight Controller: The brain behind the beauty is the flight controller. This vital component houses a microprocessor that processes data from various sensors, like accelerometers and gyroscopes, enabling the drone to maintain stability and respond to your commands. - Battery: Just like your smartphone, drones need juice to operate. A rechargeable battery supplies power to the motors, electronics, and various systems onboard the drone, ensuring it stays airborne for a decent amount of time. - Camera/Gimbal: For those Instagram-worthy aerial shots, a camera mounted on a gimbal provides stabilization and flexibility, allowing you to capture smooth and stunning footage from the skies. Check here Applications of Drones It's not all fun and games with drones. These flying marvels have found their way into various industries and applications, proving that there's more to them than meets the eye: - Aerial Photography/Videography: Drones equipped with high-resolution cameras have revolutionized the world of photography and videography. From capturing jaw-dropping landscapes to providing a unique perspective during weddings and events, drones have become an essential tool for creative professionals. - Search and Rescue: Drones have become valuable assets in search and rescue missions. Equipped with thermal imaging cameras and GPS systems, they can aid in locating missing persons, providing real-time visuals of hazardous areas, and delivering essential supplies to those in need. - Agriculture: Farmers are harnessing the power of drones to improve crop management and increase yields. With specialized sensors, these drones can collect data on crop health, analyze soil conditions, and help with precision spraying of fertilizers and pesticides, ultimately optimizing agriculture practices. - Infrastructure Inspection: Drones take the danger out of infrastructure inspection, particularly for hard-to-reach areas like bridges, towers, and roofs. By capturing high-resolution images and video footage, they enable engineers to identify structural damage, assess maintenance needs, and plan repairs in a safer and more efficient manner. Drone Regulations As drones become more ubiquitous, governments and aviation authorities around the world have implemented regulations to ensure their safe and responsible use. These regulations vary from country to country but usually include guidelines regarding drone registration, flight restrictions, and privacy concerns. So, before you ascend into the drone pilot hall of fame, make sure you familiarize yourself with the regulations in your area to avoid any legal turbulence. Advantages of Drones Drones, like superheroes, possess incredible powers that grant them numerous advantages: - Efficiency: Drones can complete tasks more efficiently than humans in certain scenarios. With their ability to navigate through tight spaces, aerially survey vast areas, and even perform repetitive tasks tirelessly, they can save time and resources in industries like construction, inspections, and agriculture. - Cost-Effective: Compared to traditional methods, drones can significantly reduce operational costs. For example, using drones for aerial photography eliminates the need for expensive helicopter rentals, making professional-grade aerial imagery accessible to a wider range of budgets. - Safety: Drones provide a safer alternative for risky tasks that would typically involve human presence. When inspecting hazardous structures or conducting search and rescue missions, drones can reduce the risk to human lives and prevent accidents, making them true heroes of the skies. Disadvantages of Drones Even the mightiest superheroes have their weaknesses, and drones are no exception: - Privacy Concerns: The ability of drones to capture high-resolution images and videos has raised concerns about privacy invasion. There have been instances of unauthorized surveillance and invasion of personal privacy, making it crucial for drone operators to use them responsibly and respect the boundaries of others. - Security Risks: Drones, with their potential to carry payloads, have the capacity to be misused for nefarious purposes. The unauthorized aerial delivery of contraband or the invasion of restricted airspace are just a couple of examples, highlighting the importance of implementing robust security measures to prevent misuse. - Limited Battery Life: Although efforts are being made to improve battery technology, drones still suffer from limited flight time. Depending on the drone model, flight time typically ranges from 15 to 30 minutes before recharging is required. This limitation restricts their usage for longer operations, such as extensive search and rescue missions or large-scale photography projects. Future of Drones The future of drones is as bright and uncertain as a UFO sighting. As technology continues to advance at a rapid pace, we can expect drones to become even more versatile and sophisticated. Here's a glimpse into what the future may hold: - Autonomous Drones: Imagine a world where drones can operate without human intervention, using advanced artificial intelligence algorithms to navigate, detect obstacles, and make real-time decisions. Autonomous drones have the potential to revolutionize industries like delivery services, transportation, and surveillance. - Swarming Technology: Inspired by the collective intelligence of bees, swarming technology aims to enable drones to operate in coordinated groups, sharing information and collaborating on tasks. This could open up new possibilities in disaster response, precision agriculture, and even entertainment, where synchronized drone performances become the next big spectacle. - Beyond Visual Line of Sight (BVLOS): One of the limitations of current drone regulations is the requirement for visual contact between the operator and the drone. However, advancements in technology and changes in regulations may pave the way for BVLOS operations, allowing drones to fly longer distances and perform missions far beyond the pilot's line of sight. Famous Drones Just like celebrities, drones have their fair share of famous counterparts. Here are a few drones that have gained recognition and made headlines: - Predator Drone: The iconic Predator Drone, developed by General Atomics Aeronautical Systems, boasts an impressive track record in military operations. Known for its extensive surveillance capabilities and precision strikes, this unmanned aerial vehicle has helped shape the modern battlefield. - DJI Phantom: DJI's Phantom series is a household name in the consumer drone market. These sleek and easy-to-fly drones have turned countless enthusiasts into aerial photographers, capturing stunning bird's-eye views and sharing their adventures with the world. - Zipline Medical Drones: Zipline, a groundbreaking startup, operates a fleet of medical drones in Rwanda and Ghana, delivering essential medical supplies, like blood and vaccines, to remote areas. These life-saving drones have revolutionized healthcare accessibility, reducing delivery times from hours to minutes. In conclusion, drones have come a long way since their humble beginnings as target practice toys for the British Royal Navy. They have evolved into multifunctional devices, with applications ranging from aerial photography to search and rescue missions. Just like any technology, drones bring both advantages and disadvantages, and it is crucial to use them responsibly and within the bounds of regulations. As we look to the future, the sky's the limit for these aerial wonders, and only time will tell what further advancements and innovations await us in the exciting world of drones. Check here Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate, I earn from qualifying purchases. Read the full article

0 notes

asknarashikari · 2 years

Note

Minific of Riders in the high speed chase situation againts fleeing enemy's helicopter. The helicopter's passenger also tries to stop the pursuing riders using minigun and rockets.

The bad guys may have a helicopter, but the Riders have several dragons. And a demon-possessed hovercraft. And a flying time train. And a Rider with a literal rocket fist.

That helicopter's gonna die real quick y'all

"Geez, these Foundation X people don't run out of ideas, do they?" growled Tsukasa in frustration as he got up, having had to take cover from the rocket that nearly obliterated him. "Fucking missiles... on a helicopter?!"

"Hey, at least they're not firing human volunteers like those Blood Clan people did at me!" Sento called back.

"...Do I even want to know what that means?" Kouta asked. Sento shook his head. "Yeah, I figured."

A train horn blared, and the Den-Liner rushed through the sky, Momotaros riding a top in his usual haughty fashion. "From start to finish, I'm always at a climax!" the Imagin declared. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!!!"

There was a deafening roar, and a large shadow fell over the Riders, heading in the direction of the helicopter. The trio looked up to see Haruto, Touma and Shinji riding their dragons in pursuit of the Foundation X chopper.

"Aw, man, I want one of those things too," Aruto complained. "I bet a real dragon would be so cool to ride on..."

Not far behind was the newest Rider machine, a sleek hoverbike that seemed to have a mind of its own. Its Rider screamed as it tried to show up the others, doing loop-de-loops and flips as it zipped off. "Vice, slow down, I'm gonna be sick at this rate-!" Ikki cried for mercy.

"Like hell we're gonna let those guys just show us up, Ikki!" the demon cackled. "Just hang on tight and leave the rest to me..."

Another hoverbike pulled up next to them, being ridden by W, the eye on his green side flashing. "Fascinating. A possessed hoverbike..."

"Philip, if you even dare touch the HardBoilder..." Shoutaro warned. He yelped when a white blur blasted off near them. "Oi, Gentaro, watch it!"

"Sorry senpai!" Gentaro apologized. "Uchuu kitaaaaaaaaa!" Gentaro yelled, Rocket module activated to propel him through the air.

(Needless to say, the Riders catch up to the bad guys, and not even the most armed helicopter in the world could withstand their wrath.

And the other Riders who were grounded were quite jealous of their compatriots' fancy toys.)

#kamen rider #minific #gnr2012

21 notes · View notes

felix21im · 3 years

Text

"Ice Cold", a Leon Kennedy x Reader fanfiction

As an Art and Design student all you want to do is just knuckle down and finish that one goddamn piece you've been working on for months. Too bad your time is constantly stolen by your Waiter job with minimal pay, but hey, at least the tips are good if you unbutton your shirt that one more time.

Masterlist

Chapter 7: The Journey

The next morning arrived as you packed the last things you thought you needed. Leon didn't actually tell you how long you would be away for, but you made sure to bring enough stuff if it was for say a week and besides you could always buy stuff while you were out there. It was the first time you ever left the country and you were really excited to go on a “vacation” with Leon, even though you knew this wasn't really one.

You didn't bother eating anything since it was still very early, the sun barely even shining yet, but it was also due to the nerves of flying. Now you were waiting for Leon to come pick you up. You couldn't even stand still while waiting so you went through and checked that you locked all of the doors, checking if everything was ready and the house to be left alone. Just as you went for another round the doorbell finally rang. Almost running your suitcase over, you went to open it. Before you stood Leon, looking just as tired as you but greeting you with a smile nevertheless. “Everything ready to go?” he asked, looking inside your home and pointing at the luggage.

You simply nodded and went to grab a backpack and another bag. “Would you mind taking the suitcase? I don't think I can hold any more stuff.” You lifted your arms showing Leon all the things you held. Leon gave you a smile and nodded and went to grab the big suitcase which stood behind you.

The two of you then went out of the apartment and you made sure to have everything you needed before locking the final door behind you. After that Leon showed you the way to the already waiting car. Next to it stood two tall men dressed in all black suits and wearing sunglasses. “Don’t worry about them, they look scarier than they are.” Leon winked at you as you continued your way. When you arrived at the big car one of the men went to grab the stuff you were carrying and put it in the car before opening the backdoor for you. You thanked him quietly as you sat down and he closed the door again. You saw Leon talking to the men before he joined you in the backseats as well. The two men then also went into the car, both sitting in front of you and Leon, one of them driving the car. “Try to get some sleep before we arrive at the airport, Buttercup. The time zone change will be hard to get used to, anyway. So try sleeping now or on the flight, alright?” You nodded and went closer to Leon to rest your head on his shoulder. He took your hand in his and you soon felt sleep take over your mind and body.

You felt a light shaking in your body before you slowly opened your eyes. By now the sun was shining and the bright light made you close your eyes again. “Hey, sleepyhead. We gotta get out, try your best to not fall asleep again otherwise you’ll be in the wrong timezone.” You heard Leon chuckle and you opened your eyes again, looking at him tired. You stretched and yawned before fixing your hair and getting ready to go. Leon already left the car and opened the door for you, making sure you wouldn't fall asleep again.

You groaned as you left the car and looked around, the area not looking like an airport at all. You looked at Leon questiongly. “I thought we were driving to an airport, Leon. Where are we? I mean, I have never been to one but this wasn't what I expected.” You motioned your hand to the area you were surrounded by. It looked like you were in the middle of nowhere, the car parking in an open area with no trees, buildings or any life in sight. All you could see was green grass and maybe some rocks. Leon scratched the back of his head. “Yea, I guess there was a change of plans. We can't fly with a normal plane. So now we have to wait for.. let's say a colleague to pick us up with a helicopter and then they’ll be taking us to a different airport. But don’t worry, Buttercup, this stuff sometimes happens. It's no big deal.”

You let out a huff and crossed your arms before your chest. “Alright, whatever you say Leon. As long as we get to Italy somehow I’m not worried.” Leon gave you a light smile before kissing your forehead.

To pass the time you pulled your phone out of your backpocket, scrolling through social media to see the latest trends online. Only a few minutes passed before you began hearing the sound of a helicopter closing in. You looked up towards the sky and you soon saw one coming from the horizon, eventually it slowly began descending down to the four of you. Leon lightly pulled you back a little bit, to make sure you wouldn't fly. Once the helicopter landed and the propellers came to a stop you were able to get in. Leon helped you get up and into it and you sat down. Afterwards Leon joined you, he gave you a pair of pilot headphones and closed the big door on his side. The two suited men also joined you, leaving their car alone in the middle of nowhere. Shortly after you all sat down in the helicopter its engine started again and you rose up to the sky. You gasped due to the sudden sensation and went to hold Leon's hand, surprised by the height you found yourself in. Leon had to laugh at your reaction but soon took you into his arms to calm you down. He wanted to say something but he thought that maybe the two bodyguards wouldn't want to hear such a dirty joke. Leon then mentioned that you should close your eyes to help with the nerves, which you then did. You still don't feel too awake so closing your eyes again, even if just for a short time, sounded like a good idea to you.

It felt like only a few minutes passed but it must have been a few hours, actually. You woke up again after feeling the helicopter landing on the ground again, shaking you awake. You slowly opened your eyes again, looking around. Leon and the others were already ready to leave, whilst you had to fully wake up first. You yawned and stretched before laying your headphones onto your seat after standing up. You then carefully jumped out of the helicopter and looked around. Leon and the men talked and also looked around in the place that finally looked like a real airport although it was still kind of small compared to what you have seen on TV. The sun was shining bright by now, heating up the area and the tarmac that you were standing on. Leon reached a hand out to you. "Come here, Buttercup. Our flight should arrive any minute now. Then we can finally get to Italy. You still wanna do this?"

"Of course I do! I can't wait any longer!" You answered Leon and looked at him excited. He gave you a smile and you put your hand in his. The two of you then walked towards the landing area, the helicopter starting again and soon leaving the place. The men followed you and Leon, both of them carrying your luggage. You didn't have to wait too long out in the sun before a small private plane arrived and stopped on the landing area. The door opened and small stairs invited you inside. Leon let you go in first, following you shortly after. The inside of the plane was very luxurious, but small. Enough for all of you but that's about it. There were two tiny tables next to the windows with some comfortable chairs in front of them. You took a seat and waited for Leon to sit down opposite of you. After he and the other men sat down the door closed again and the plane was ready for take off. "It's gonna be quite the long flight. If you wanna eat or drink anything just let me know. We got enough stuff in here." Leon winked at you and motioned to the back where the storage must be. You nodded as an answer but didn't feel like eating anything yet. You looked out of the window as the plane slowly started moving and soon rose up into the air. It was way more comfortable here than in the helicopter so you weren't as scared as before. You grabbed your backpack and got your phone, earphones and a book out of it. It wasn't much but at least you could pass some time reading or listening to music now.

After reading a few chapters of your book you decided to take a break from it. You looked at Leon who was sitting on the other side of the table, now also asleep. You smiled at him knowing he barely gets any sleep. You decided to lay your book to the side and got out your phone. You put on your earphones and scrolled through your music. Starting a random playlist you looked out the window and enjoyed the view. It was still sunny, only a few clouds in sight. After a few minutes you felt your eyes getting heavier again and soon you fell asleep once more that day.

You opened your eyes and your entire body shivered. “Leon..?” You mumbled as you sat up, you didn’t recognise where you were. Trees and brick walls were all you could see. As you hoisted yourself to your feet you felt a pain sweep through your head.

You stumbled through the grass in an attempt to figure out where you were, the last thing you remember was being on the plane with Leon.

You flinched at every sound you heard, that could be the sound of a bird or the leaves crunching under your feet.

You began to hear the sounds of an engine as you walked and you slowly made your way towards it. You peered your head around the wall and you saw a woman, she had frizzy hair and she was wearing what looked like hiking gear. She must have sensed you as she turned her head towards you. “Oh!” She waved her hand at you, signaling for you to join her. “You must be new around here, I’ve never seen you before.” She said.

You crouched down beside her at the engine. “I- uh. Where are we?”

“Oh, you’re REALLY new around here?” She chuckled, ignoring your question.

“Please, where are we?” You asked again.

“You’re… I'm not exactly sure where we are.” She replied. “But no one likes it here that’s for sure.” As she talked she was continually tampering with the engine, making it rev and spark. “Just make sure you ru-“ she was interrupted by the sound of another woman screaming. “Listen, I don’t have the answers to your questions.” She jumped onto her feet and began to walk away. “Make sure you run. Or you won’t make it out of here alive.”

You were confused on what she meant but by the time you caught up to where she ran she was gone. Unknowing on what to do you just continued with what that woman was previously doing, fiddling with the engine. You played with the wires to create sparks between them. As you did so the lights at the top of the engine began to flicker and the pumps began to speed up, eventually resulting in the engine starting up, resulting in the lights constantly staying lit.

Just as the lights began to light up you felt uneasy, your heart began to pound even though you weren't doing anything to cause it to. You looked around not seeing anything out of the ordinary, but you could hear someone running. Their footsteps got louder and louder, along with your own heartbeat. Unsure about what to do, you just started running without looking back again. It felt like your heart was about to explode as you collisioned with another person. You looked up in shock, recognizing the other person. “Leon! Oh my god, where are we? What is going on?” You asked him, completely out of breath. You looked him up and down, realizing he looked way yonger and was wearing a police uniform.

He just grabbed your arm and started running in another direction. “We don't have time to talk right now. Just go and hide somewhere safe, please.” He let go off your arm and went on running. You stood there, still confused and looked around. Your heartbeat was normal by now but you still felt weird with the whole situation. You slowly started walking around again and at some point you heard a loud bang and saw another of those generators glowing just ahead of you. You walked towards it, hoping to find Leon or the girl from earlier. But the closer you got the faster your heart was racing again. You saw someone running towards you, about your size and wearing a dark jacket. It was too late when you realized they were holding a knife in their hand and you went to turn. You were too slow and felt the knife hit your back. You let out a pained scream before continuing to run. Just when you thought you outrun them, they walked straight into you, sending you to the ground with another painful slash.

You tried crawling away but soon felt the person's grip around you, picking you up with a groan. You started wiggling and hitting them to free yourself from their grip but you failed. The next thing you felt was immense pain in your shoulder and your loud scream filled the area. You looked to your shoulder, seeing rotting metal protruding out of you. The pain was horrible as you tried to get yourself off, without success. You saw something growing around you but thankfully you couldn’t find out what it was because Leon came to pick you from the hook with ease. You groaned as you hit the ground and thanked him. “Didn’t I tell you to hide? This place is dangerous.”

You rubbed your shoulder as you looked at him. “Well, you could have told me what I was supposed to hide from, maybe then I would have! So please tell me what's going on here.”

Leon let out a sigh as he scanned the area and got out some bandages. “We don't really know what this is, but we do know that we have to repair those generators to get out. The person who hurt you is called Legion, they look really similar to us normal people so try to make sure the person you see is not holding a knife. And if they do have a knife: run as fast as you can unless you wanna end up on a hook again. If you get caught two more times you’re.. Well, dead. So try to finish the last two generators with us and get out of here.” While Leon explained the situation he also finished up your wound and you felt better instantly. “Follow me, there is a generator right around here. If we work together it will be done faster.” Leon started walking in one direction and you followed him, making sure the area was safe. The two of you then sat down at one of the generators and started working on it. Until it was finished nothing happened. You two didn't talk and just concentrated on doing your work. But just as the headlights started shining you two felt your heartbeats speeding up again. Leon looked around and then over to you. He motioned to you to go away before he too went into the dark again. Your breath was heavy and you still felt like someone was watching you even though your heartbeat normalized again. You walked around the dark area and looked for any other survivors or a generator to work on. But even after a few minutes you didn't find what you were looking for. Instead your heartbeat began fastening again as you walked by a small cabin. You went inside and looked around. There was no one in sight but your fast heartbeat still frightened you. You could soon hear footsteps outside the building and decided to hide. Thankfully you stood close to a bunch of red lockers, so you went into one quietly. You looked through the small space to make sure nobody came here to hurt you. But it was just your luck that the person who earlier stabbed you now stood in the middle of the shack and looked around. There were two other lockers, so you hoped they would not check the one you were in. The person started moving again, walking past every locker. You held your breath as they walked past yours, hoping they couldn't sense you. But they still stopped in front of it and the next thing you saw were the doors opening and the Legion grabbing you, again. You let out a surprised scream, trying to get away somehow. But there was no chance and so you found yourself on a hook again. You screamed as it pierced through your skin and looked around, hoping someone would come and rescue you. This time it was different though. The things that were forming the first time on the hook were now fully alive and trying to kill you. You used all your strength to keep it away from your body, moaning in pain and exhaustment. Just as you thought you couldn't continue to struggle anymore you felt someone picking you up from the hook. It was a different woman than the one in the beginning. She was wearing a suit and had dark hair. You thanked her as you thought about where you have seen her before. Then it hit you. “Jane? Jane Romero!”

You looked at her in surprise as she gave you a light smile. “Yep, that's me. Sorry I can't give you an autograph right now. We kinda have to get out of here and all.” You were shocked about how calm she was with the situation but followed her lead. There was no time for her to patch your wounds since you once again felt the presence of the Legion. “Go and run! I will distract them, you hear me?” Jane almost pushed you in the other direction and you started running. Your shoulder was still hurting and you couldn't hide your groans of pain. You went looking for Leon or anyone really to help you match the hole in your shoulder and get out of there. The more time passed the more panic filled your entire body. It seemed you were running in circles and no one was there with you anymore. You stopped running at some point and needed a minute to catch your breath. It felt like the whole world was spinning around you and you were brought back to reality too late. A knife found its way into your side, making you gasp. You almost fell over your own feet as you tried gaining some distance, but it was too late. Just a few meters later the knife hit you again, sending you to the ground. You remembered Leon's words about dying on the hook and panicked. You screamed for help but no one came to your rescue this time. But they couldn't have done anything to help, anyway. It was different this time. The Legion didn't come to pick you up and for a second you thought they would let you live. You tried crawling away as you suddenly felt movement behind you again. The Legion barely missed your head as they went for another stab.You turned around to guard yourself, which only ended up in your arm getting pierced. After attempting to push them away you tried to run but tripped and fell to the ground once more. You felt a deep stab in your leg as you were being pulled back to them. You turned around and screamed in agony as they stabbed you one more time, right in the chest. The last thing you felt was the knife gutting you from the chest to stomach and you gave into the darkness surrounding you, freeing you from the immense pain you were in.

You woke up, heavily breathing and covered in sweat. You looked around and pinched yourself to make sure you were actually awake this time. Realizing you were, you let out a relieved sigh. Leon was also awake by now, looking at you confused and raising an eyebrow. "Are you good? You look like you have seen a ghost." You let out a huff.

"Yea, I guess you could say that. I just had the weirdest nightmare…" You rubbed your forehead and looked outside again and then back to Leon. "What time is it? Or well, where are we now and when do we arrive?"

Leon checked his phone. "We're already flying over Italy right now. If everything continues to go so smoothly we should be at the airport in only a few minutes, maybe thirty. So you better get all your stuff and get ready for landing." Leon looked at the table. Your book and phone were laying on it, next to a plate and two glasses. Apparently Leon got hungry when you were asleep. You grabbed one of the glasses and took a big sip, exhausted from the long day and weird dream you just had. After that you put your book and earphones back into your backpack and relaxed the last few minutes in the plane.

Soon after an announcement filled the small area, reminding you to put on your seatbelts and get ready for landing. Just shortly after the announcement you felt the plane hit the ground and then slowing down to get ready to stop. After it came to a complete hold the door opened again and the stairs were ready to be used. You grabbed your stuff and got up with Leon to leave the plane. Outside stood a black car already awaiting you four. The men once again got your luggage and placed it in the car. You opened the back door and sat down, placing your backpack between your legs on the floor of the car. You let out a small sigh and then closed the door. Leon soon joined you and sat down next to you. Just shortly after the motor of the car started and you found yourselves on a highway. Even though it was just now getting dark outside you weren't tired, probably because you slept most of the day anyway. You leaned against the car window and looked outside. You always dreamt about leaving your hometown and seeing the world and Italy was always one of your biggest wishes to visit. So now that you were really here you almost couldn't believe it.

You passed multiple other cars and the scenery seemed to change every few minutes. It was either old looking towns, luxurious houses or fields filled with trees and animals. A smile rested on your face while you were mesmerized by the view. You didn't even realize that Leon was looking at you, smiling as well, until he spoke your name. You were brought back to reality and looked at him confused. “Huh? Did you say anything?” Leon let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “I just wanted to let you know that we will arrive shortly. I hope you like the hotel we got, but it seems you would be fine with anything here.” You two had to laugh about that, but Leon was right: you really liked everything here already and you were quite excited about seeing your hotel and the town.

Just moments later the car stopped in front of a building. As you left the car you let out a gasp. The building you stood before was huge and looked really extravagant and modern, but still had a touch of the typical old italian vibes. You felt an arm resting around your shoulders and looked up. “You like what you see?” Leon asked you.

For a second you were actually speechless. “I mean.. Yea! Definitely! But Leon, you could have told me it would be so luxurious.” You looked down at yourself and then at Leon. “I’m looking like some homeless person you just picked up on your way here while you´re wearing a fancy suit again.”

Leon let out a small laugh and patted your head. “You would be quite a pretty homeless person, Buttercup. I'm glad I picked you up then.” Leon winked at you before continuing to talk. “No, but really. Don’t you worry about that. At least you are wearing something comfortable. There will be more than enough moments where you have to wear something fancy again, alright? No one here will care anyway, they all have their own business to worry about.” You smiled at Leon and then nodded. It was good to be here with him and it was good to know that he supported you when feeling unsure. You grabbed his hand and soon walked into the hotel together. His bodyguards already checked in and showed you the way into your room before going into their own as well. The hallways were long and lots of decorations were on the walls. It felt like forever until you finally reached your room. Leon unlocked the door with his card and you two went inside. The room was just as big as everything else there. A big bed stood at the side next to a huge window, letting you look at the city. There was another door, probably leading to the bathroom. In the main room stood a table with four chairs, a TV with a comfortable looking sofa and more than enough other random things. You threw your backpack onto the sofa and fell into the bed backwards, now looking at the ceiling. Since the walls were so high up you almost didn't see the artwork that was carved into the ceiling. You felt the bed shifting and turned your head to the side. Leon sat down next to you and watched you. “I know you already slept a lot today but you should try to sleep now as well. It can be hard to adjust to the new time here but try your best. I have one free day tomorrow so we can look around the town and have breakfast outside this hotel if you want to.” You sat up and nodded. “Sounds like a great idea. I can't wait to see a bit of the city.” You stretched before standing up and going to your luggage. You searched for something to wear for the night and picked out an outfit for the next day, too. After that you went inside the bathroom and freshened yourself up a bit. You then headed back into bed and waited for Leon to join you.

You kept your eyes staring up at the ceiling as you attempted to go to sleep, Leon must have known that you were struggling. “You alright, Buttercup?” He asked you faintly, trying not to be loud when he was right next to you. You turned your head towards him, you didn't realise how close he was until your noses almost touched.

“I-” You struggled to find the right words. “I’m sad.” You admitted to him, earning a look of confusion from him. “I mean I'm happy for sure! But I'm sad that we’re only going to get a day together then I'm on my own for a while.”

He sighed as he sat up slightly, leaning on his arm as his body was turned towards you. His toned, muscular body, the hair that travels from the waistband of his sweatpants and then up his abs towards his chest. “Buttercup!” He waved his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance. He laughed as he realised what you were staring at. “I’ll be gone for three days, Buttercup. Maybe five max…” He admitted. “Then afterwards this hot bod will be all yours.”

You let out a small laugh as you shook your head and punched him lightly. “I'm just kinda worried about you, I think. I mean, I knew what you were gonna do now, but it's different when I’m so close and yet won't be able to see or do anything with you.” You let out a small sigh as you looked into Leon's eyes.

“Don´t worry so much about me, Buttercup. Try and enjoy your time here, maybe you will even find some new friends, huh? Promise me you won't worry?”

“Promise..”

Leon seemed satisfied with that answer because he didn't say anything else about it. Instead you felt him shifting around and you chuckled at him as he climbed on top of you, kissing your face as he chuckled too, his stubble tickling you, causing you to laugh even more. He kissed you one more time before rolling to his side again. He held your hand as you saw how he closed his eyes. “Try sleeping now, alright? I don't want you to be tired when we have something planned for tomorrow.” You nodded in agreement and closed your eyes. Even though you weren't completely okay with the situation Leon was right: you should be fit for the day you have together tomorrow and try not to worry too much.

---

Taglist: @trinswhimsys @dixanadu @oppsie--channie

51 notes · View notes

captainsolare · 3 years

Text

Summary: In this world, you see life in shades of gray until you touch your soulmate. Bakugo has always been scared to meet that fated soulmate, but when he saves you while doing hero work, he has no choice.

Tags: gender neutral reader, warning: description of dangerous situation (hostage), soulmate AU

A/N: I always get carried away with the word count when it comes to Bakugo, he's just so interesting to write for! I hope you enjoy this, it's my first long fic in a while. This isn't a birthday fic but happy birthday Bakugo!

Bakugo hated being touched. He remembered the day exactly, he had asked his mother how she and Masaru had met. “Well, you know how you can’t see color?” He nodded, the world around him wasn’t just varying shades of gray, or so he had been told. “Well, once you meet your soulmate and touch them, the world will erupt into beautiful colors all around you, and that’s how you know they’re the one.”

Bakugo’s face scrunched up, “And then you’re stuck with them forever?” Mitsuki laughed, lightly slapping her son on the arm, “Yes, I suppose you are.”

Bakugo found the thought revolting. Would seeing the colors around him really be worth giving up the most private parts of yourself? Your fears, secrets, inner thoughts, habits? What if his soulmate was a stranger to him? What if his soulmate met him and hated him? What if his soulmate didn’t want the world around them to change and it was his fault? If he was honest with himself he didn’t know if he could handle that.

Bakugo went through his school years secretly frightened he would somehow meet his soulmate. At UA, before every combat training, he prayed his world wouldn’t change, that today would not be the day he would meet his soulmate. It never was, and as he lay in bed, he wasn’t sure whether he was relieved or disappointed.

Time passed, and here he was, a fresh-faced pro-hero, at a restaurant with his friends. Denki, Izuku, and Eijirou all had their arms wrapped around their soulmates and he found himself wondering what he looked like to them, in color. “Are you going to go out and find your soulmate soon?” Denki asked, his voice grating against his ears like sandpaper. Izuku slapped his hand, “Denki you can’t just ask people that!” Bakugo was at a loss for words, then again he hadn’t really ever told his friends the truth of why he didn’t want to. “I need some air.”

He took a sip of his drink and slammed it on the table, leaving for the relative safety of the patio. He heard footsteps behind him a few moments later and he scooted over to make room for whoever it was. A jacket was draped around his shoulders, “You forgot your jacket.” It was Kirishima, his voice unmistakable, even in the dark of the night. “Thanks.”

“Is it scary?” Bakugo asked after a while. Kirishima smiled, knowing this was his friend opening up to him. “Of course, the whole world changes around you and suddenly you have this new person you feel obligated to get to know.” Bakugo’s heart sank, it was looking more and more like it was just how he thought it would be. “But it’s worth it. You meet the person meant for you and they literally change your life. You get to see the world in a whole new way and the best part is you’re not in it alone, you have your soulmate with you, and that is a beautiful thing.”

“Does that make you feel better about it?” Bakugo nodded, the words washing over him.

“I believe you’ll meet them when you’re ready to. Don’t let Denki rush you in this.”

The pair went inside to return to their friends, but as soon as they got there a villain alert came through on their cell phones. “Crap, let’s go get suited up.”

The site was a massive building collapse, three villains were reportedly still in the area and unaccounted for. “Red Riot, can you help me move away these portions of concrete?” A hero asked, and Kirishima nodded, dashing off to go help.

Bakugo looked around for how he could help, eyes scanning for where he was most needed. There was a flash as a spotlight was illuminated and up on a nearby roof and he saw a villain holding a person dangling over the edge. He growled, what did they think this was? Some sort of theatrical production?

“Deku, you’re good at negotiating so while you distract them I’ll go from behind.”

Deku nodded and turned his attention to the roof, “You don’t have to do this! That is an innocent person you’re holding hostage.” “I don’t care,” the villain yelled, “I need transport out of here!�� “Okay, we can do that, but it’s going to take some time.”

Bakugo made his way around the building to the fire escape, it would be faster to propel himself up the building but he couldn’t risk spooking the villain while they had a hostage. Carefully but quickly he scaled the fire escape, reaching the roof in a matter of minutes. “Where’s my helicopter?!” The villain yelled, it was clear this was a desperate situation. As Bakugo crept closer a massive gust of wind picked up, causing the villain’s grip on the person to slip a little.

“Woah woah woah!” he heard Deku yell from down below, “Can you please bring the hostage back over the edge, we don’t want anyone getting hurt.” The villain suddenly dropped the person, it was unclear whether on purpose or accident, but it didn’t matter, Bakugo threw himself off the edge with his quirk, catching the person in his arms and using an arm to propel them safely to the ground below. As they landed, it was like a bomb went off, the world around him was suddenly very loud, the bright flashing lights were oppressive. In the shuffle of his delirium the person he had rescued was whisked away to an ambulance to be checked out and he was suddenly being supported by someone else.

“Katsuki, Katsuki! Hey man, are you okay?” Kirishima asked, lightly slapping his face in an attempt to bring him back to the real world. Bakugo shook his head, trying to make sense of why the world suddenly looked so different. Had Kirishima always looked like that? Was his hair so bright? Kirishima’s mind raced, he didn’t know what was happening to Bakugo, or what to do, had he been hit with some quirk?

“Take me home.”

Kirishima nodded, and helped Bakugo to his car, then drove him to his apartment. Kirishima fumbled with the keys but unlocked the door and turned on the lights. “Do you want me to stay? I can work on my paperwork here.” Bakugo barely had the energy to nod, trudging straight to the bathroom to take off his hero gear and wash this, whatever it was, away.

The shower was turned on and Bakugo stood in front of the mirror with a pit in his stomach and his eyes closed. He dreaded what he would find if he opened his eyes, no no no, this could not be happening. He opened his eyes, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror before it was obscured by steam. The confirmation that this was really happening to him felt heavy in his chest. He had met his soulmate, and he didn’t even know their name.

He climbed in the shower not bothering to stand up and as the water dripped down his cheeks he couldn’t tell if it was the shower or the tears.

Bakugo stayed in the shower until the water turned freezing. He slowly climbed out and got dressed, then with a hand wiped away the steam. He leaned forward, taking in his reflection as it truly was.

His mother’s voice echoed in his mind.

“Your eyes are red, a deep deep red that holds fire and the warmth of the world.”

“Your hair is an ashy blond, like mine.”

Kirishima awoke with a start as the bathroom door opened. Bakugo sat next to him on the couch heavily and studied his face intently. Kirishima was tempted to ask what was going on, but decided against it, Bakugo would open up eventually. “Your hair, it’s red?”

Kirishima nodded, then his eyes widened. “Wait, do you? Can you?” Bakugo nodded, eyes downcast towards his pants, they were black, at least he thought so. “Bakugo that’s amazing!” Kirishima exclaimed, hands reaching to clasp his friend’s. “I-- I guess so.”

“So the civilian from last night?” Bakugo nodded, “I think so.”

Kirishima looked at his watch, then smiled widely. “Do you want to see something amazing?”

Katsuki was hesitant but nodded, and the pair went up on the roof. They sat down, and Kirishima told him to close his eyes.

“What are we waiting for?”

Soon, Kirishima tapped him on the shoulder, “Open your eyes.”

Katsuki couldn’t help but gasp as he opened his eyes, soft oranges and pinks and golds laid across the sky as the sun rose. “This is what a sunrise looks like?”

Kirishima nodded, “Beautiful isn’t it?”

Katsuki was breathless as he replied, “Yes, it is.”

The heroes were given the day off after the night’s events, and Kirishima made it his mission to find Bakugo’s soulmate’s identity.

Bakugo looked up as Kirishima entered the apartment. “It took some time, but I was able to find the address of the cafe your soulmate works at. Their name is (Y/N, L/N). No guarantees they’re working today, after last night’s ordeal but it won’t hurt to check it out.” He swallowed thickly as he took the note from Kirishima’s hand.

“Want me to take you?” Kirishima asked. “Yes, let me get ready.”

Katsuki looked at his wardrobe with fresh eyes. What colors look good on him? What should he wear? This was his soulmate after all, isn’t that kind of a big deal? His chest felt tight as he held up a fitted t-shirt in the mirror. “Oi Kirishima, what color is this?”

Kirishima peered around the corner, “It’s blue.”

“Blue.” Katsuki repeated, the word felt strange on his tongue.

He picked out a pair of black jeans and shoes to go with it. “Okay, let’s go.”

Kirishima drove to the coffeeshop and idled the car outside. “Thanks for this, Kirishima.”

“Of course.”

Bakugo got out of the car and paused in front of the cafe door, hands sweatier than normal, heart beating unlike it had ever before.

Waves of brown hit him as he entered the shop, it was filled with neutral tans and grays as well. A woman at the counter greeted him, “Hello! What can I get you today?” Bakugo swallowed, throat tight. “Um, hi, I’m looking for L/N Y/N?”

The woman smiled, “You must be the one, let me check in the back.”

He clenched his fists as the woman disappeared through the back curtain. In a moment he’d be able to look upon your face, the person he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with and he didn’t know if he was excited or terrified. Both, he decided, definitely both.

You ducked through the curtain slowly, he knew it was you the moment he saw the curtain move. You took a deep breath and met his gaze for the first time. Your chest was tight as you ducked around the counter to shake your soulmate’s hand, this was the man who had saved your life last night, and had quite literally brought new color into your life.

He was handsome, a bit rough around the edges maybe from what you’d heard, but he was beautiful in your eyes. Bakugo could scarcely breathe, you were breathtaking, sharper and more in focus than the rest of the world in that moment.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” You said, heart pounding as he took your hand in his. “Want to grab a seat? I’ll bring us some drinks and we can chat… If you want to that is! Unless you don’t which is---” Damn, you were cute when you were flustered. He could feel himself falling already. “I do. Can you get me a black coffee?”

He grabbed the booth by the window and you returned a bit later, setting his mug down before sliding in across from him.

“Thank you for saving me last night.” You said, unsure of how to start this conversation. Bakugo nodded, “Just doing my job.”

The silence was awkward as you both took sips of your still-too hot coffees.

“This may be kind of weird but can you tell me your real name? I know your hero name but that might be a little weird to call you by considering our relationship.”

Bakugo mentally hit himself, why didn’t he introduce himself earlier? “It’s Katsuki, Katsuki Bakugo.”

“Katsuki.” You tried the name out, somehow it felt right to say. It felt as if that name had lived on the tip of your tongue your whole life, but you’d only recently been given the words to say it.

Your smiles met, “It’s nice to meet you Katsuki. I’d love to get to know you better, maybe over dinner?”

“I can certainly arrange that. You have a piece of paper and a pen?”

You nodded and pulled out a pad of paper from your apron.

He scribbled an address on it and handed it back to you. “That’s my apartment address, come at 7PM and I’ll make you the best dinner you’ve had in your life.”

You laughed, “Alright, looking forward to it.”

After a few more minutes of chatting, you escorted him to the door of the cafe. “I’ll see you tonight Y/N.” He said, lightly intertwining his pinky with yours. “See you tonight, soulmate.”

#bakugo x reader #gender neutral reader #bakugo angst #bakugo fluff #soulmate au #aurora borealis

66 notes · View notes

jokertrap-ran · 3 years

Audio

(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Charlie’s 6✩ Inspiration: Midsummer’s Gilt [仲夏鎏金] Date Translation (END 4: Listen)

“Why do you have your eyes closed again? Sleepy? Go ahead and take a nap then. Remember to dream of me.”

*Light and Night Master-list | Charlie’s Personal Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Join the Light & Night Discord (＾▽＾)~ ♪ *6✩ Inspirations have 6 Endings!! *Charlie’s tag will be #For Night, For Paradox

✥ Choice: Listen [倾听] ❖ASMR

What should I do? How should we spend the rest of the time?

⊹ Ask him if there's anything he wants to do ⊹

Thinking about it now, I still feel like it'll be better if I let Charlie decide what he wants to do instead of following my plan.

MC: Hey, let me ask you something. Do you have anywhere you want to go? Or… anything you want to do?

Charlie: Oh? You're prepared to fulfil a wish of mine for me?

MC: I guess so? I mean, heaven is big, earth is big, and the birthday star’s is the biggest.

MC: Oh. Anything but marriage!!

Charlie: You’re setting restrictions on my only birthday wish in a year? How cruel of you.

MC: Not like I can help it. Who told you to be the most vicious queen of all time, hm?

Charlie helplessly shakes his head, lowering his eyes in thought before looking back up at me.

Charlie: What I want to do today is very simple.

MC: ...Which is?

I don’t know if I was just imagining it, but I suddenly felt like I just saw a sliver of mischief flash across his eyes.

Charlie: Come with me.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

I followed him back to the farmhouse and out into the yard. Charlie immediately settled himself on the deck chair.

I watched him suspiciously, not understanding him at all.

Charlie: Come here. Let’s lie down together for a while.

MC: This is the one thing you want to do the most today…?

Charlie: That's right.

Charlie: I’ve been dragged and pushed around for the entire day. I just want to have a good moment’s rest with my fiancée.

The deck chair wasn’t exactly small, but it’d be a slight squeeze to fit two people on it.

I was dubious about it for a while.

Charlie: Hmm, looks like being the birthday boy doesn’t help at all, huh.

He sighed, watching me. I stood rooted to my spot. It was rare enough that I got to look down at him, but the look he was giving me was a little like a kicked puppy...

Never mind. Heaven is big, earth is big, and the birthday star’s is the biggest.

Mentally reciting the phrase again, I closed my eyes and laid down next to him.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

Charlie: And here I thought that you wouldn't agree to it.

Charlie: Why are you closing your eyes for? Am I that ugly?

Charlie: A handsome face is right beside you, and you're not even going to admire it?

Charlie: Are you really not going to look at me?

Charlie: Not bad. You "woke" in a timely manner. If you hadn't done so, then I'd have…

Charlie: What CAN I do? Have you never heard of the fairytale called "Sleeping Beauty"?

Charlie: You moved over to give me more space? How rare of you to be so considerate towards me.

Charlie: What? You get mad when I speak and feel uncomfy when I don't.

Charlie: *Sighs*...Never mind, my dear fiancée can only be coddled by me after all.

Charlie: What do you want me to talk about? My mood?

Charlie: Much better than I thought it'd be.

Charlie: Are you uncomfortable?

Charlie: Then come over here a little more…

Charlie: I know I said "a little", but you've only moved just a mere millimetre, haven't you?

Charlie: Any further and you'll-

Charlie: Alright, stop moving.

Charlie: Move any more and I'll just have to fall off with you in tow.

Charlie: I won't move, but you can't go making me loosen my grip on you either.

Charlie: Why do you have your eyes closed again? Sleepy?

Charlie: Go ahead and take a nap then. Remember to dream of me.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

After dinner, the night gradually grew darker.

Having changed into my pyjamas, I was just about to close the windows when I suddenly heard a commotion coming from outside.

It sounded like a lot of people were gathered in one place, chattering along with the joyful cries of children.

MC: What’s going on!?

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

Curious, I crossed the yard and walked out of the back door. I was immediately dumbfounded the instant I opened the door.

The originally empty plain had somehow accommodated a helicopter from somewhere. Charlie was standing by the helicopter’s door with his head bowed as he adjusted his shirt collar.

There were many villagers from around the area beside him. The old, the young, the boys, the girls; some of them taking photos, some of them discussing within their midst.

Little Boy: Big bro, do you really mean what you said earlier?

Charlie: But of course; I never lie.

Little Girl: Wow! I’m gonna get dad to bring me to a good spot right now!

Little Boy: Wait a minute, me too!

A couple of kids fussed about wanting to get to higher ground, to which Charlie only smiled at. The sides of his mouth curled upwards as he let out a soft snort, an inconcealable look of pride on his face.

Suddenly, I can’t help but have a very bad feeling about this new turn of events. I subconsciously turned to flee.

Charlie: I haven’t even gone looking for you yet, and here you are.

Charlie: Looks like we truly have an affinity with each other.

A big hand lands on my shoulder, making me unwittingly turn around only to face his triumphant expression.

MC: And what are you trying to pull again? What’s with this helicopter here?

Charlie: I’m going to take you for a spin.

MC: ……

MC: I’m going to bed. Good night.

I turned to leave again, but the same hand landed on my shoulder once more, this time backed with an irrefutable strength as he dragged me up into the helicopter.

Ten minutes later.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

Chuf, chuf, chuf.

The sound of the helicopter’s propeller reverberated in my ears. I’d eventually given up struggling against him; and now, I sat next to him blankly, decked in pyjamas and slippers.

Charlie: Why so quiet? Are you scared of heights?

MC: Har, har, very funny. Just think of it as me being sleepy.

Charlie: Then, you’d do well to wake up; because what’s coming up next is something worth remembering for a lifetime.

MC: …What?

Charlie: I did give my birthday some serious thought.

Charlie: While it’s true that I don’t like attending birthday banquets, it is not in line with my personality to spend my birthday in such a low-key, simplistic, manner.

MC: ……

Charlie: Plus, my fiancée worked so hard to prepare so many surprises for me. So, I have to give her a gift in return, won’t you say?

He’d only just said that when a loud bang sounded from outside the window.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

I saw fireworks blooming behind him, suddenly lighting up the night sky, as well as the hand that Charlie had started to reach out towards me.

My eyes widened in surprise. I’d totally forgotten that reactions were a thing. And that was how Charlie had pulled me over to admire the scenery outside the window together.

And that was how the gorgeous fireworks bloomed seemingly near, yet far. It was almost as if one could simply reach out and touch them.

The boundless night sky was skin to a long and endless river, while the fireworks resembled the starry sky, reflected on the surface of the river. We were seated atop a small boat, free to move and traverse this galaxy as we so wished.

I couldn’t help but raise my hand, pressing it against the glass window and fixing my eyes firmly to the fireworks blooming outside.

Charlie: What? So moved that you could cry?

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

Charlie’s voice snapped me out of my reverie. I glanced at the handkerchief that held out before me and turned away with a huff.

MC: Thanks, but I’m not that easily moved.

MC: And these fireworks… It’s really beautiful, but please don’t do such overly exaggerated things in the future.

Charlie: So you’re already contemplating how to celebrate my future birthdays?

MC: I’m not…

My eyes dilated in rage, yet the flicker of flames died out the moment I raised my head.

Reflected within those twin violet orbs of his were the flashing lights of the fireworks… and two little reflections of me.

MC: Let’s leave the stuff next year… to next year.

Charlie: Don’t worry, you can have it every year.

The fireworks outside the window continued. Looking at the magnificent splendour outside, I suddenly remembered that I didn’t exactly wish him a “happy birthday” yet.

MC: Charlie.

Charlie: Hm?

MC: Happy birthday.

Charlie: Thank you.

This might actually be the first time that he has ever seriously thanked me for anything before.

My heart squeezed, immediately starting to race soon after. There was no longer any way to hide it.

MC: And there’s something else I want to tell you…

MC: Actually, I wouldn’t have known that it was your birthday today if you didn’t mistakenly think that I was making “longevity noodles”.

MC: I only agreed to go on a trip with you because I didn’t want to owe you any favours.

MC: And… I only decided to come here to this rural countryside to spite you because I knew that you’d be uncomfortable with it.

MC: And I didn’t prepare anything in advance as your birthday gift either…

I paused, not knowing how to continue. However, it was Charlie who carried on with the conversation, much to my surprise.

Charlie: So?

MC: So… Aren’t you angry?

MC: I clearly lied to you, in a way.

Charlie: My fiancée has been pondering hard and busying about like a busy bee today to celebrate my birthday.

Charlie: I don’t think there’s anything to be mad about.

I was stunned. For a moment, I didn’t quite know how to reply to him. All I registered was the soft thud of my heart as it skipped a beat.

MC: …I really don’t understand you sometimes.

Charlie: Then, I suppose you’ll have to put in more effort to understand me. After all, I can already understand you like the back of my hand.

Charlie: You can just tell me if you need help. I’ll get someone to collate my information and send it to you in a file.

MC: No need!

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

I softly snorted, turning around to continue admiring the fireworks outside the window.

Even though I knew clearer than anyone else, deep down in my heart, that fireworks were nought but merely a fleeting moment of brilliance…

I still can’t help but hope…

To hope that everything would be etched into stone, preserved forever and evermore.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

✥ Choose another Ending:

END 1 | Choice: Do Nothing [都不做]

END 2 + 3 | Choice: Approach [亲近] ⊹Touch⊹

END 4 | Choice: Listen [倾听] ❖ASMR

END 5 + 6 | Choice: Heart-throb [心动] ✩Light & Night★

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Paradox⊹ —————★❖

Previous Part: Prologue

#光与夜之恋 #Light and Night #Otome #Translations #Tencent #查理苏 #Charlie #For Night For Paradox #仲夏鎏金 #Midsummers Gilt

20 notes · View notes

maxinemorningstar · 4 years

Text

When the worse comes to worst, Suzue was ready to selflessly give everything. Her loyalty was unwavering that she was ready to throw away her life to protect Daisuke. They had come this far and Suzue wouldn’t let all their efforts be in vain. Shigemaru Kambe was on the run but he had left quite the handful to keep them busy-- if not eliminated off his tail.

Fandom: Fuguo Keiji Balance Unlimited Rating: T Tags: Alternate Plot, Canon universe, Angst, Action, ASV Suzue ;) Words: 1,551

@marialenikiforov @kannra21 @innovativestruggles @unholysoggytea Please tag the team for me HAHA!

Prompt: Sacrifice | From our server at http://discord.gg/fugoukeiji

Their helicopter had been taken down by the white-haired bodyguard and the only way to flee this cargo ship was to get on board the discarded helicopter Shigemaru neglected to use for his escape. Suzue had her suspicions about this aircraft but as long as it would take them off this ship, they had no choice. With both Daisuke and Suzue equipped with their own ASV, the two were able to round up the criminals. Haru did not expect Suzue to make an appearance due to the Adollium jamming but here she was in action-- and it was arguably one of the sexiest things Haru had ever seen.

"I think that's all of them." Suzue scanned the ship for any further signs of human life besides them.

Daisuke loaded the crooks at the back of the pilot seat, scooting Haru inside to keep them from doing anything fishy. With only two headsets, Daisuke took one as Suzue took the other so that she could pilot the helicopter.

"Everything seems nominal." Suzue nodded, preparing to take off.

The deck below them was starting to blow up, fire spreading across the floors and the large cargo boxes stacked on the ship. The helicopter lifted off the deck and gained altitude as fast as it could. The dome of light grew and Suzue took them as high as she could to avoid getting caught in the explosion. The helicopter took a turn and the dark-haired lady set course back to Tokyo.

The ship started to sink with everything in it. Daisuke looked at the damage they had caused, the fire reflecting off his blue eyes. Shigemaru had wanted him dead, that was for sure. Despite his orders to keep Daisuke alive, this sort of move had made him certain that in the end, his father did not want him chasing after the secrets their family held.

If he had wanted him to live then that would mean he wanted him to become the heir as planned.

If he had wanted him to die then there was another plan Shigemaru had in mind.

For a moment, Daisuke looked at Suzue, a hint of doubt clouded his mind. Suzue had been by his side through thick and thin. She was always there when he needed her whether he asked for it or not. Suzue had not let him down. Never.

"Oi, Kambe!"

Daisuke snapped out of his thoughts, turning to Haru who was yelling at the top of his lungs. The sound of the helicopter's engine and propellers drowned out his voice. Haru's expression was enough to brief him that something was terribly wrong.

Under the pilot seat, there was a briefcase with a timer.

Daisuke's eyes widened, pulling out the cased bomb. It looked very much like the gas bomb he was trapped with at the embassy. Except-- it wasn't a gas bomb.

"It's an explosive adollium-based bomb."

There was a panic among the criminals and Suzue found it hard to keep her cool.

"Daisuke-sama, how long before it detonates?" she asked.

Upon checking, the timer was already set off once the helicopter had left the ship. "We have eight minutes and fifty seconds."

The lady took a deep breath and pressed on her earring. "HEUSC, estimated time of arrival at Tokyo Bay."

There was a moment of processing and HEUSC had calculated their time of arrival. "Arrival at the nearest port is twenty-five minutes and seven seconds at full speed."

Not enough time. Not nearly enough time.

"HEUSC, tell me how to disarm the bomb." Daisuke followed up.

But the AI was prompt to give him a refusal. "Unable to answer."

Haru tsked, yanking the bomb off the floor only to realize that it was mounted.

"You have got to be kidding me. I thought we could just throw it off into the ocean!"

Suzue felt cold around her hands. With as much research she could do regarding adollium-based bombs from Mizuo Future Technologies, the range and damage this kind of bomb had was catastrophic. The radius could be as wide as five kilometers, wiping out a large portion of the city. They were still too far from the nearest port and at this rate, they might have to consider the options of whether or not they keep going to their destination.

"Fuck it, I'm getting off this chopper! No way I'm going to get blown into smithereens by a bomb!"

"Count me out too!"

"Scoot over I'm getting off!"

The cuffed criminals caused Suzue to waver the helicopter's balance, tipping side to side from the scuffle at the back. Franz had managed to open the hatch and jumped off into the sea from desperation. The other crooks followed him, jumping off into the water as Haru tried to keep them in.

"You idiots actually prefer dying in the water?! Kambe, we need to get them!"

Three minutes and two seconds.

Daisuke hesitated to answer. There wasn't enough time. As much as he'd want to turn them in, the bomb was about to detonate anytime soon on them. Suzue knew there should be at least a couple of parachutes with survival gear in the helicopter.

"Daisuke-sama, there should be a couple of parachutes in the compartment. You and inspector Katou need to get off. It should have a "

The blue-eyed man opened the compartment hatch and found a couple.

"But what about you, Suzue-san?" Haru buckled one of the parachute packs on his person.

Suzue smiled sadly and looked at the two. "I'm going to turn around and lead the bomb away from the city."

The two men chorused a sound of surprise.

"You're not serious about that, are you Suzue-san?!" Haru protested.

The light-haired man tried to talk her out of the idea of sacrificing herself but Suzue had already made up her mind. For the first time in a long time, Daisuke had shown vulnerability.

"Suzue, you're not doing this. You're coming with us."

Suzue's eyes started to water, the pricking heat of tears had taken over her clear vision.

"Daisuke-sama, we've come this far to know the truth about your parents." she softly replied, a crack in her voice just ever so softly snitching that she was about to cry. "I don't want everything I've done to get us here to go to waste. Your father is being tracked. Everything is all laid out for you now. You just need to follow the trail."

One minute and twenty-nine seconds.

"What are you talking about? Suzue-san, you need to get off with us!"

Suzue smiled. "Katou-sama, take care of him for me."

The woman opened the hatch Haru was leaning on, sending the policeman off. Haru's yell grew silent and the parachute had deployed.

"This is as far as I can take you, Daisuke-sama." Suzue looked at him with teary eyes and placed a hand on his cheek.

Forty seconds.

She leaned in close and placed a soft peck on his lips. Daisuke watched her mouth one last promise, and with that, they exchanged smiles.

"Thank you for everything."

Suzue pushed Daisuke off the hatch, eyes never leaving the man's own until his parachute was deployed. With the two men now in the safety of the water, Suzue had to redirect the helicopter high enough to keep the blast radius away from the sea and land.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Suzue was not going to let it end with grief.

Seven

Six.

She had promised him.

Five.

Four.

Three.

No matter what.

Two.

One.

...

The explosion was bigger than Daisuke had expected. He watched the display of light in the sky with a heavy heart as the waves splashed the tears off his face. Haru rowed his raft as fast as he could, pulling Daisuke into the boat.

"Suzue-san? Where is she?" he frantically asked, shaking the man for an answer.

Daisuke refused to talk. He couldn't look Haru in the eye.

It took the brunette a moment to realize that Suzue stayed in the helicopter until the end. He was silent, just as much as Daisuke was at that moment.

After Daisuke sent for help and was rescued by the coast guard, searches were held to find Suzue Kambe's body.

"Let's go, we need to track down Shigemaru."

Haru turned to Daisuke and shot him a look of disbelief. "Are you kidding me right now? After Suzue-san had done you want to carry on as nothing happened?!"

He grabbed Daisuke by the collar of his shirt and was just about to land a punch on his face when a familiar car resurfaced from the water. Daisuke's amphibious Bentley Continental GT drove out of the sea and onto the port deck. It swerved off to prevent hitting Daisuke and Haru before it stopped.

The door opened and Suzue Kambe stepped out, protected by her ASV without a scratch.

“What are you two waiting for?”

#daisuke kambe #suzue kambe #haru katou #fugou keiji #balance unlimited

29 notes · View notes

friendship-ended-with-pokespe · 4 years

Text

Kirby and the Big Panic in Gloomy Woods! Chapter 9

Within the Gloomy Woods, they don't even have the slightest idea of where the woodkeeper ran off to. Looking around the Gloomy Woods, King Dedede grinded his teeth in anger. “Shoot......how could we look for him......” “King Dedede, do you know the way to the hut that guy resided in?”

“Y-Yup.” “Let's head there for now. He might have thought of returning to his hut.” “All right, it's this way.” Right when King Dedede was about to take the lead and show Kirby and Meta Knight the way: “Grrrr......” Together with a low growling noise, a light could be seen between the trees. What came out sluggishly was Fire Lion clad in flames. “What, you again?” Said King Dedede, having had enough. “You want your fire put out again? Or is it a different guy than just now?” The king raised his fists, where Kirby then stopped him. “Wait, King Dedede. I have a good idea.” “What?” “Hang on, sorry about this~.” Kirby turned towards Fire Lion and took a deep breath. “Yelp!?” Fire Lion screamed like a dog, and its body was inhaled by Kirby in an instant. On Kirby's head, a bright red flame is shining. By inhaling Fire Lion, he has copied the “Fire” ability. “With this, I'll light the steps! Let’s run at full speed without tripping over!”

“I see. Way to go, Kirby!” “Don't burn the trees. We’ll be in serious trouble if there's a fire in the forest.” “I'll be careful, so it'll be all okay!” The flame burning on Kirby's head illuminated the surrounding brightly like a daylight. The three headed toward the woodkeeper’s hut at full speed. Before long, a hut could be seen ahead of them. “That one.” “A light is lit from the windows. So he did return to this hut.” “I won't forgive him for the fact that he got a jump on me and ran off with the crystal! I'll teach him a lesson!” King Dedede was about to rush over to the hut first and foremost. At that moment. With rumble, rumble, rumble......the sound of rumbling in the ground started to reverberate. That isn’t all. The ground is humming and shaking. “What!?” “Is it an earthquake!?” “No! Look at that!” Kirby jumped up and shouted. The woodkeeper’s house is shaking. The next moment, the hut floated in the air with a loud sound. “EHHH!???? What's that!?” “A vehicle in the shape of a hut......?” “Darn it all! how could he be so cocky!” King Dedede raised his fists, but of course, it was no use. Before the three, the hut chimney swiftly transformed into a shape of a propeller. Having turned into a helicopter, the hut mowed down the trees while ascending to the night sky.

The one to laugh out loud within the hut-shaped helicopter, was of course that woodkeeper. No, something like a woodkeeper is just a bunch of rubbish. His true identity is an experienced thief who kept his eyes on the Stardust Crystal for decades. Even using a high-performance vehicle like this, this man was waiting for an opportunity to steal the crystal. Afraid of the master of legends, he couldn't get close to the crystal by any means. Tonight however, his wish became a reality at last. “At last! It's in my hands at last!” A beautiful crystal tinged with blue; the thief cannot stop laughing as he has the mysterious stone that produces Stardust Fruit in his hand. “Nonetheless, a genius like me is the one to have the last laugh. So-called His Majesty who just has a huge body is only to be taken advantage of and thrown away! Hahaha, how refreshing!” The thief was ecstatic and patted the crystal. “I can cultivate as many Stardust Fruits as I like with just this. All the rich gourmets in the universe will yearn for it. I'll be the richest man in the universe!”

Raising his eyes at the hut-shaped helicopter ascending little by little, King Dedede yelled. “He’ll get away at this rate! Isn't there anything that'll work!? I got it. Meta Knight, would your airship......” “It’s parked outside the woods. We won't make it.” “Darn it......so it's useless!?” The king shook his clenched fists. “I have a great idea!” Shouted Kirby, and spun once in mid-air. In an instant, the flame hat fell off and turned back to Fire Lion. Fire Lion cried like a puppy and fled deep into the woods. “All set with this.” Kirby closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Kirby cannot use his inhaling skills while a Copy Ability stays with him. Right now, for him to have removed the Fire ability on purpose must mean...... “Kirby, don't tell me that you're gonna inhale that helicopter!” Meta Knight gasped. Even if you say his ‘Inhale’ is very powerful, it's unlikely that he could inhale something so huge like that. “Oh? You could do that? Alright, break your leg, Kirby!” Forgetting their usual relationship, King Dedede cheered Kirby on. Kirby tried his best as his face became bright red, but it was too much as one would expect. The hut-shaped helicopter didn't stop rising. “......Gasp......no good......” Kirby became worn out and laid over on his back. King Dedede said in an irritated manner. “What, and I had such high hopes! Stupid Kirby!” “I don't have any strength......cause I'm hungry......” Said Kirby feebly and looked around. He’ll surely be full of energy if he eats a Stardust Fruit. That's what he thought, but he couldn't find even one Stardust Fruit around here. This was after King Dedede and the woodkeeper harvested them all. “Is there......anything to eat......ah, that’s!” Finding a fruit growing in the shade of a tree, Kirby rushed over to it. A red fruit wrapped in an orange-colored vine is in front of a thick tree.

It looked way bigger than Stardust Fruit and also tasty. “Time to dig in!” Kirby inhaled the fruit in one gulp and looked blankly. “Huh......? What's this? It’s my first time with something like this......” “I also tried a short while ago. Dunno how to put it, it tastes funny.” Said King Dedede. “Yup. It's totally different from any other fruit. I've never tasted something like this before......” “Hey, wait a minute.” King Dedede was wide-eyed in amazement. “What happened to you? Your body is glowing.” “Eh?” Kirby checked his body. A rainbow-colored light is emanating from his whole body. Surprised, Kirby rubbed his stomach. “It is! Also......an immense energy is somehow flowing within me!” “What?” “I'll try it one more time!” Kirby looked up at the night sky. Having already soared higher than the trees in the woods, the hut-shaped helicopter is about to fly away to the other side of the sky. Glaring at the helicopter, Kirby gives a good inhaling. “Ha, it's the same no matter how many times you try. There's no way the helicopter could be inhaled......” However, King Dedede couldn't say for certain until the end. In the center of Kirby, a wind arose like a hurricane. The trees are shaking noisily. The wind was so strong that one couldn't stand still.

“Don't tell me......you're really gonna inhale it, Kirby!” Yelled Meta Knight. However, that voice is also drowned out by the noise from the trees. Meta Knight and King Dedede clung onto the trees. They would otherwise be swept into the violent storm and inhaled by Kirby. The hut-shaped helicopter that continued soaring stopped moving. “What an incredible power......I can't believe it......!” Groaned King Dedede.

The thief fell into a panic inside the hut-shaped helicopter. “W-What is this!? Is it a turbulence!? Or is the machine malfunctioning......!?” The indoor was stable just now, but shook like a great earthquake. Unable to stand up, the thief rolled on the floor. With a wobble, it shook noticeably and lost balance. The hut-shaped helicopter stopped moving, and started falling the next moment! “Ahhhhhh! S-Save me! It's crashing!”

The helicopter spun while falling, and was completely sucked into Kirby's mouth. The strong wind subsided, and the forest regained its original tranquility. Kirby stood still with a calm expression. All that he was left to say was: “I did it. I got the treasure back.” “Kirby......” Murmured Meta Knight in a daze, and turned towards Kirby. “Don't tell me you really inhaled that hut......your usual inhaling doesn't even compare to it......how about we call this ‘Hypernova Inhale’......?” “Are you alright, Kirby? Don't you have a stomachache from inhaling that large thing?” Even King Dedede looked into Kirby's face out of worry. Kirby nodded energetically. “I'm all right! Even I didn't know that I would inhale that.” “Was it because of that red fruit?” “Probably. As soon as I ate it, an amazing power was flowing within me that even I couldn't believe!” “That's very strange. That large hut couldn't have fit inside your stomach. Just where did it disappear to?” “Disappeared......?” Kirby blinked his eyes. “It......disappeared? H......Hold on a sec!” Kirby stared with wide eyes and did a somersault. “What should I do!?” “Mm? What's the matter?” “I inhaled not just the hut, but also the treasure with it~!” “Ah......?” Realizing the importance at last, King Dedede lost his temper with his face bright red. “The heck did you do, you numbskull!? How could you inhale the blasted crystal......then there's no point in catching the woodkeeper!” King Dedede grabbed Kirby, and his neck......didn't exist, and thus tried to to squeeze his sides. Kirby shouted in agony. “Let go of me! I just inhaled something large right now, so......if you squeeze me like that......ugg......ohh......” Noticing that Kirby looked strange, King Dedede let go of his hands in a hurry. “H-Hey, don't face here. Face that way if you feel sick......” “Uuu......uu......I feel sick......uuu......” Kirby squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth. “Augh, this is bad!” It was when King Dedede tried to take cover in a panic. Together with a big sneeze, Kirby spit out the hut-shaped helicopter that he inhaled just now. With it, Kirby's body glowing in rainbow turned back to pink. The hut-shaped helicopter appeared before Kirby and his friends as it was originally. Only that the power system appeared to be broken, and is unable to fly anymore. The door of the hut creaked open. With tottering steps, the one to come out was that woodkeeper thief. The thief aimlessly wandered his eyes, and fell on that spot with a thud. King Dedede rushed over to him. “You crook! How dare you make a fool of me!” King Dedede was about to start dragging the thief, but Meta Knight stopped him. “Knock it off. He was inside the hut, but nonetheless affected by Kirby’s super-powerful inhaling. He's still damaged quite a lot.” Meta Knight was right. Unable to even muster the strength to get up, the thief totteringly pointed at the hut. “T......The crystal is......inside......do with it......as you want......” “What?” “I-I don’t want it anymore. I'd be hanged if I go through something that frightening......eeeek......” As he let out a groan, the thief fled by trying to crawl away. “Wait!” Shouted King Dedede, but Meta Knight said to him. “Let him be, he seems to have had quite enough. He probably won’t do something like this ever again.” “......Hrmph. You do have a point.” Kirby regained his energy as the two were talking. He bounced to his feet and started running towards the hut. “Yippee, the treasure, the treasure~! It's an hyper-ultra-super-ultimate-extreme-deluxe-supreme-extra-large Stardust Fruit~!” Raising both his hands, he sprints into the hut. Having realized this, Dedede jumped up and went after him. “Wait, Kirby! I won't hand over the crystal to you!” “Calm down, you guys......” Having no choice, Meta Knight also went inside the hut.

The Stardust Crystal is placed on the table inside the hut. It’s about the same size as Kirby. It’s glowing blue from the inside and is sparkling. That light is so beautiful that it seems not of this world. Meta Knight was the one to let out a sign in admiration. “So this is Stardust Crystal......what mysterious radiance! It appears you inhaled it without thinking......” “Yup, I guess I inhaled it without a thought!” Kirby smiled from ear to ear and opened his mouth wide. “Although it's not as big as the sports festival balls, and can't really call it hyper-ultra-super-ultimate-extreme......! Still, it's way bigger than an ordinary Stardust Fruit!” “......Wha?” Meta Knight was bewildered and tried to stop Kirby. “Stop, Kirby! That's not a Stardust Fruit......why, it's not even a food!” “I inhaled it with the hut back then, so I couldn't know how it tasted! This time for sure!” “Stop......” “Time to dig in!”

Kirby opened his mouth wide. “Stop, you son of a gun......” King Dedede couldn't prevent him in time either. Kirby inhaled the Stardust Crystal......

With a grandiose choking.

Previous chapter

Next chapter

Table of contents

#kirby novels #kirby of the stars #light novel #translation #kirby #king dedede #meta knight #hypernova #Hyper-Ultra-Super-Ultimate-Extreme-Deluxe-Supreme-Extra-Large Stardust Fruit

31 notes · View notes

the-real-nekoma-kenma · 3 years

Note

I want to jump from a building

First off: big mood

Second off: Do you mean just cuz like for fun or do you mean like suicide because if you DO mean it in a suicidal way then please don't.

Continuing on the little suicide note, your life may be a living hell rn and listen, so is mine some days. I've even sat on my bed with a knife in my hand thinking whether I should do it or not. I never have and something that I've noticed is that all those times where I want to just die or to just not exist anymore, a few hours later or maybe the next day something amazing or just absolute fantastic would happen or be announced. One time I was feeling depressed as fuck but I slept it off and the next day my aunt announced that she was pregnant.

I like to think of it as a sort of reward system. I'm suffering and could end things at any time but because I don't, good things start to happen in my life.

This might not be how things are going for you though. Maybe it's bad thing after bad thing after an even worse thing and you're just so done with everything. If my theory is in any way sound, that means that once it's all over with and whatever terrible bullshit is happening in your life will blossom into something fucking incredible.

Think of those bad things like a runway for a plane. Now think of yourself as the plane and the sky as good things. Planes have to travel x amount of distance on the runway before they get liftoff and maybe your plane just doesn't want to fly and so each time you get to the end of thw runway and you should be lifting off, you aren't and so you have to go back to the beginning of the runway and do the cycle over and over again. Eventually either an event or you yourself will enable your plane to finally take off and it will feel like bliss.

Now I know that im talking a lot but hear me out again. Now think of the way helicopters work. You don't need a runway for them to get up into the air, you just have to turn the propellers on and you'll start flying. The longer that your helicopter is sitting on the ground, the longer your sad streak will get. Maybe you're trying to take off but there's too many people or things in the helicopter and it's being weighed down. You have to get weight off of the helicopter and as long as you're holding onto those things you'll never see liftoff. Let some things go and then your liftoff will be successful. As long as you don't put too much weight in the helicopter, you'll stay flying around. That being said, you can also land just as easily.

This helicopter example compared to the plane example works as a difference between depression. The plane represents long term and hard to handle depression that you need help with because in that state you can't take off alone. The helicopter represents just those little times where you feel like you're in the dumps of life and should only last maybe a little over a week at most. The helicopter is just the little drops in life that you can get back up from pretty easily.

Anyways, I'll stop talking now but if you were joking then I'm sorry for having written a whole ass essay for you. Like I said earlier: mood.

2 notes · View notes

funtimebunnyblog · 4 years

Text

Diamante d’Italia: Chapter 6

(Chapter 6: Fools fly where Angels fear to tread...)

Narancia rather liked solo missions.

Sure, a mission with Mista or with Fugo was always a wild time too, most espescially when they got to kick the shit out of someone, then laugh about it, before blasting the shit out of them if the target didn't cooperate.

Those missions were ALWAYS chaotic, VERY explosive, PACKED with action and punctuated by the voices of six shrieking bullets but most of all, they were the most memorable.

Missions with Bucciarati could be a treat, a little on the more rare side however as the man almost always paired himself with Abbacchio when not flying solo (he and the others swore those two were a thing but lacked any evidence to prove that just yet).

Just watching how many times the man could unzip someone to pieces and make unusual objects spill out of their mouth before they finally cracked was just always funny to Narancia. Not to mention, listening to Bruno talk and stir up a plan so easily on the spot was something akin to dazzling in the boys eyes.

It always made him feel like he was invincible and he could feel himself glowing from the inside out when the man praised him for doing a good job, Bucciarati was his hero afterall.

Sometimes he'd even get treated to some gelato afterwards.

Missions with Abbacchio could be fun, being also on the rare side and only sometimes chaotic. Watching Abba beat the absolute shit out of a dirtbag (whether it was their actual target or just some chump who made the mistake of telling the Mafioso that makeup was for Women) was always entertaining, but the mission itself really depended on the Goths mood and their target.

His favorite memories with the stone-faced man however would be when they drove down the highway, blasting some sort of loud and unholy music from a strange screaming punk-rock band Abbacchio liked while sipping on fizzy sodas, whether to or from said mission.

Yes, going on missions with his friends were fun and all.... but he absolutely loved going solo once in a while.

Aerosmith circled overhead, high above the buildings of the street and trailing behind Narancia like a tamed hawk would with its master. Narancia walked the streets casually, keeping his eyes out as he compared the man in the picture he had been given to the other bystanders on the street around him making their morning commute.

Today would be simple enough; find the asshole, get the info out of him where a recent traitor to the Boss was and if he refused to cooperate, use "gentle persuasion".

He hoped it wouldn't come to that of course, he didn't quite like to torture-... er.... "persuade" people himself and hopefully the idiot would be smart enough to know that if he fought and perhaps even got away he'd be hunted down by someone else much, much more powerful than Narancia or even Bucciarati for that matter and be given a more unmerciful and much crueler demise than just being shot by a small bombing plane.

There was an entire organization above their little team afterall. A big, BIG organization of thieves, thugs, hitmen, dealers and Mafiosi alike all working under one Man.

Narancia was quite literally just a snowflake resting on the very tip of an iceberg.

Still, being out on his own was always exciting. It always made him feel important when Bucciarati trusted him with these things.

He could go about things how he wanted it, put his own mind to the test and then proudly brag about his skills when reporting back.

Bucciarati always treated him very well after a successful solo mission of course.

He could hardly contain his excitement when he finally spotted the bastardo ducking into an alley off the street ahead, he couldn't have chose a better place to go in behind because it was right behind the spindly teens favorite Gelato spot.

The stronzo matched the picture alright; olive skin (check), strange yellowish hair thats texture sort of reminded him of rice (double check), scar on the cheek (checkaroo), wonky looking left eye (checkity-checkcheck).

"Bingo." He grinned, casually stuffing his hands in his pockets, tucking away the picture along with one, as he shuffled down the street. That intel was already as good as his.

The only thing he had to worry about now was what flavor Gelato he was in the mood for when this was all over.

☆☆☆

Once in his life Josuke believed that there was absolutely nothing better in this world than treating yourself to some Icecream on a warm sunny day.

Now however, he knew better.

Because if there was anything better than that, it was treating yourself to some Gelato on a warm sunny day in Italy.

Christ, he never knew how rich and smooth this frozen dairy treat could be.

All this time, he and Okuyasu had been scammed into being sold the now seemingly regular-old-not-at-all-exciting Icecream when he could've been tasting this absolute delicacy all along?!

He felt like he had been robbed, cheated even, dare he say betrayed, his whole life and didn't realize it until now!

The place he had stopped at wasn't quite like the shop he frequented back in Morioh before school on Monday either, not a cheep little stand on the sidewalk where you grabbed your cone and had no choice but to keep walking for fear of the guy running the place shoving you along with a broom for "loitering", this place was a store in itself and right out in the open too!

A sea of flavors and colours coating the entire counter, all scrumptious frozen dairy treats that absolutely dazzled the eye.

It was like finding an Oasis out in the scorching desert to someone who was dying for something sweet and cold on such a hot day like today.

They even had an area out front of the counter to sit and enjoy everything. The tasty treat, the sights and sounds and smells of the streets and all.

Italy just kept getting better and better by the second.

'Why on earth would someone ever leave here? Or even want to leave here?' The teenager couldn't help but wonder as he finished the last delectable lick of his Vanilla Gelato.

Tonio was always very vague on the topic of his move from Naples to Morioh and usually didn't say more than a simple "I wanted to fulfill my dream!" Or "I needed to see the world!" Before quickly changing the subject to his food and the art of his cooking.

None of them ever pressed the man for the details but now that he was experiencing this place and all its wonders himself, Josuke found himself wishing that he did know why Tonio left.

Maybe one day he'd be lucky enough, or perhaps close enough to the man at least, to find out....

A low hum rang in his ears, coming from right overhead.

His metaphorical thought-bubble was promptly popped with the sharpness of the noise and his attention was ripped away from his reminiscing of Home.

It sort of sounded like-

"A plane?" He muttered to himself, bringing a hand over his eyes and squinting to block out the bright golden sunshine of the late morning.

A tiny little red spot circled overhead, for something so small it puttered really loudly. No one else around seemed to notice it however.

It flew closer into his sights, it was a plane alright with wings a propeller and everything.

It swerved through the air, rolling over once as it sharply turned and disappeared behind the building suddenly with an almost obnoxious whirr.

Was it a toy? He had seen some pretty sweet remote control toy cars and helicopters much like that plane before when passing toy shops or flicking through store magazines that came with the loads of junkmail every week.

He glanced around, hoping to spot the kid who might be holding the remote control (he wouldn't admit aloud that he wanted a turn with it if you perhaps asked him).

'Not a toy.' Came a voice from the corner of his mind, he could feel the phantom of Crazy Diamond standing by his side, though not manifested. 'That was a stand, I could feel its energy.'

In an instant, Josuke was out of his seat, his eyes growing more and more huge by the second as he remembered Moody Blues and all their glory from yesterday.

Another stand? And a special one at that! Non-Humanoid stands were even cooler than the normal ones. And this one was a PLANE!

He looked around, no obvious signs of a user from what he could see, the streets held a few passerby's but nobody seemed focused on the stand like he was, so presumably the plane was following them into the alley?

"Oh wow!" Josuke whispered in excitement. "I gotta take a closer look!"

He would never forgive himself if he never saw the little plane again without finding the wielder of it. He started off down the street, turning into the alley, keeping his ears open and his eyes on the sky.

☆☆☆

"I'm tellin' ya kiddo, I don't know nothin'!" Osso Bucco, a much taller and more built man in size than Narancia, said putting his hands up with a helpless smile. "I don't even know what you're askin' about."

Narancia rolled his eyes, folding his arms as he glared down the man. They had been going back and forth for a few minutes and this was just getting tiring.

"Yeah sure, you don't dipshit." He snapped. "So I'm gonna help you jog your memory."

Osso was always a man of keeping himself in check, keeping your cool was a sure fire way to getting out of a mess like this.

He knew this spindly little shit was a stand user under that damned Passione but as long as he kept himself calm, he would be walking away without a worry and could get back to helping his new Boss organize some things.

Starting a rival Organization was tough under the threat of the one already in motion but as long as he stuck to the plan, his Boss assured him everything would work out in the end.

Osso liked to follow a stronger side afterall, it was just the way you survived out on these streets.

The beefy man barely even twitched when a deep puttering whirr came just inches about his head, clenching his hands into fists when a little plane hovered at Narancia's side, the teenager already had his radar out over his eye.

"I'm gonna ask you again, cazzone. What. Is. His. Name?" Narancia growled out, giving it his all to seem like a brooding threat (all his time watching Abbacchio being his bitter self really helped with that) as Aerosmiths gun turrets appeared, locking right onto its target.

It seemed like a neat trick, having a working plane at your own whim and all, but Osso knew he had an even better one up his sleeve.

Or rather... set in stone.

The corner of his lip twitched as the unmistakable vibrations of oncoming footsteps passed through the stone beneath his feet, someone was headed this way, a street rando was now at his disposal.

This was going to be easy for him to give the runt a slip. Chances were this little stronzo probably didn't even know shit about Earth Angel, the stand of his own possession.

His Boss ensured the discreet nature of all his workers, most especially their abilities.

"Y'know kid. You shouldn't be playin' with guns." The big man said as casually as he could, keeping his hands raised as he waited with all the patience in the world to feel the footsteps come within his range. "You could end up hurtin' someone."

Narancias brow twitched, he had him now.

Ossos lips curled up, it was time.

☆☆☆

Josuke had barely rounded the corner before suddenly, his foot caught on something.

Or rather... something caught his foot.

The teenager fell forward, right down into the hard stone pavement, skinning his hands in the process as he yelped.

For a split second he thought he had tripped over his own feet in his hurry (he knew he was clumsy afterall), but nothing could prepare him for when he rolled over to see a hand made of stone stretching out of the very ground, fingers wrapped tightly around his ankle.

He tried to scream but it barely came out, turning into more of a loud inarticulate grunt, and frantically tried to pull his leg from the hand in blind panic.

The fingers crackled as they tightened into even more of a vice-like grip, they were hard like any rock but undeniably humanoid and mobile.

The hand pulled and Josuke clawed at the ground in a momentary desperate attempt to fight back.

He realized that the pavement was swallowing him up suddenly, not like he was falling down a hole but akin to being dragged into water, the hand pulling him further and further down.

His final cry was drowned out as he was swallowed whole by the stone, along with the last bit of sunlight he could see.

His hand was the last thing in sight to the world around him before he vanished completely.

☆☆☆

Narancias head snapped in the direction of the sound of someones voice coming down from towards the end of the alley, leading out to the street.

Someone had screamed, almost as if crying out for help but it had cut off suddenly. Narancia blanched at the feeling of a shiver creeping up his spine, the deafening silence that followed was absolutely haunting.

His focus faltered for a moment, alarm bells ringing in his head as he realized someone was in danger.

His focus snapped onto place again as Osso began to laugh. Narancia opened his mouth to yell for his stand to fire at will before jumping back, the command dying in his throat as a figure shot straight up from the ground between them, effectively blocking Osso.

Two figures that was.

Josuke had no absolutely idea what in the Hell was happening once again. One second he was running, next he was on the ground, then he was underground and now he was here?!

He squirmed, the realization his arms were pinned tightly at his sides hitting him as he tried to scream again, only to have a hand made of stone clamp tightly over his mouth.

Narancia gaped, staring in shock at the squirming teenager trapped in the vice-like embrace of a tall Angelic statue.

Earth Angels expression was stoic, somehow bearing that sweet sadness feeling of nostalgia when looking upon a carved memory of an ancient one in the soft, yet chiseling, features of its stone face and body.

The way it moved was almost mesmerizing, so mobile and unstiff as if it were completely human but carried that hard and undeniable look of stone, the sound of rock grating and clicking as it moved.

"Now, ya'wouldn't want to be shootin' a kid now, would ya?" Osso grinned, peering around the neatly tucked concrete wings of his stand to take a look at the helpless Josuke, whose eyes were darting around frantically in wide sockets.

"You BASTARD!" Narancia roared, clenching his fist as his chest started to burn with rage.

He hated this cheep fucking move, it was nothing but cowardness to have to threaten the life of an innocent and unaffiliated person just to make a quick getaway.

It happened only a few times to him on a mission, but only when he had been with one or two of the others, and they barely succeeded each time.

Once there had been a VERY close call, where their target threatened to throw a lady he held hostage off a bridge. Thank goodness for zippers and the portals it opened that day.

But that was then and this was now.

And Narancia was all alone.

The young Mafioso tried to move, ready to pounce on the fucker himself so he could get out of that poor confused teenagers way and get a clear shot at his ugly mug, but stumbled slightly.

His violet eyes went wide as he looked down at his own legs.

They were becoming one with the ground, rooted to the very spot he stood but worst of all, turning to stone.

It was almost up to his knees now, his legs looking very much like he had gotten the great Michelangelo himself to carve him a set of ampute limbs.

He whimpered unconsciously as the stone started to creep higher, he could feel a horrible stiffness in his knees and thighbones already, worse than any arthritis he may ever experience in his later years.

That spindly boy, the weilder of the little plane, was in trouble. Josuke knew this and his heart screamed for him to do something, however Earth Angels grip was powerful and unrelenting.

The soft grating of stone clicked close to his ear as the statue turned its head to look at him with its pupiless half-lidded eyes, their soft carved expression never changing.

If he wasn't being attacked by it, he might've actually been comforted by the ethereal beauty perfectly captured in marble they radiated.

Josuke knew he had to stay calm and focused. Whoever this big guy controlling the statue was, he seemed like bad news.

He now fully knew how that poor lady being held hostage felt that time he and Okuyasu witnessed that convince store being robbed.

The plane started to circle by Narancias command, looking for a place to open fire on Osso.

However, the alley was very narrow and there was no open space for the stand to make a full circle, forcing Aerosmith to have to fly up one end and round back quickly.

Josuke almost screamed again as it came barreling back down the alley, gun turrets ready, before the statue moved (dragging Josuke along with it) to block the man from his exposed side once more.

If Narancia hadn't reacted half a second before he did, Josuke would've been packed full of bullets.

"Nice try, kiddo." Osso grinned. "You don't give up, but you ain't gonna win today."

The teenage Mafioso now started to scream as stone crept up his body more and more, faster by the second. It was up to his hips now and starting at the tips of his fingers as well.

Josuke watched in silent terror of it all, his heart wrenching a little as Narancia actually started to cry.

Josuke wracked his brain, trying to formulate a plan, readying to summon Crazy Diamond at his side. Maybe he could break the statue and then get a good shot at the asshole pulling the strings for torturing this other kid.

Narancia Ghirga was sure he was going to die and he didn't want to die, he really REALLY didn't! There was so much stuff he still wanted to do with Fugo and Mista and Abba and Bucciarati!

A thousand things flooded his head as he stared in utter terror down at his marble legs.

Mista still owed him a soda. He had tutoring with Fugo at 3:00 today. Abbacchio had promised him he'd teach him how to properly do make-up. He was going to show Bucciarati the Sailor Moon series this weekend.

He wished Bruno had paired him up with someone, he really did, because he couldn't do this on his own.

He needed help.

He desperately needed his Family!

And worst of all, this other kid was gonna die too! Narancia bit back a sob as the very thought of it came to mind.

"You're gonna be one hell of a statue kiddo." Osso laughed cruelly, indulging in Narancias loud reactions almost as much as he enjoyed watching him continue to try and shoot him. "Ya got no choice now, if you keep tryin' shit, it'll just go faster. Or worse, the freak with the mop gets it."

Josuke froze solid, the plan he had been trying to scrap up his head suddenly getting wiped clean from the slate.

The world around him seemed to slow and the sounds of the lean teenager crying out in fear deafened as his ears rang.

His heart started to pound, thumping so hard in his chest you could see it rattling his collarbone.

What did he just say?

What did that fucking piece of shit just say?

Josuke was unaware of his teeth grinding painfully in his mouth, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles shined white, his own face burning hot red like a knife that had been thrust into fire.

'He called your hair a mop.' Came the bitter answer, whispered in his head.

The soft grating of stone in his ear as Earth Angel turned its head to stare at him again wasn't heard to Josuke.

Osso had even stopped laughing, tilting his head to listen closely to the low growl the kid was emitting, that animalistic look in his unfocused blue eyes made him raise his eyebrows in question.

What the fuck was wrong with this weirdo?

Narancia had even stopped screaming, the dread he felt now forgotten as he watched with apprehension and interest.

Oh shit... he had definitely seen this before.

This guy was MAJORLY pissed off.

Far, FAR too many times had be been on the receiving end of this look with Fugo before to know what exactly was happening.

There was practically steam coming out of his ears, this stranger was going to blow! The sight of a bright fire emitting off the pompadour sporting teen almost didn't phase him because it fit how fucking pissed he looked.

'He called my hair a fucking mop...' came the only thought and it rang in his head over and over. 'HE CALLED MY HAIR A FUCKING MOP!!!'

Josuke didn't see. He didn't hear. He didn't think.

He didn't even feel it when his own fists tore through stone.

[To be continued ...》

(Like what you're reading? Find the rest on Archive of our own! 🙂)

#Diamante d'Italia #josuke higashitaka

4 notes · View notes

namjoonchronicles · 5 years

Text

perfectly wrong | jm

↳ genre fluff, domestic, friends-to-lover, dad-to-be jimin

↳ words 3k

↳ summary --Giving birth is a spiritual moment for any married couple. But things are not usually cinematic or fulfilling in real life are they? Especially for a love story that begins like this...

↳ warning horrible description of labor, use of vulgar words in public setting, car sex, platonic friendship that progresses to something more, cute things to do with Jimin at home (that you can’t irl), alcoholism

↳ namjoonchronicles’ honorary tag list @kai-tashi @joon94net @yourlocalalien @mentallycryinghanriver @septemberalien @yoongiseesaw

↳ special thanks to @fangirlaholicxx & @/majestikblue for helping me out on this one!

↳ song lsd ‘no new friends’

Nothing could have prepared Jimin for the chaos a labor room could possess. He couldn't feel his hands; his mind and heart had gone separate ways. Sweat trickling down his back and he's sure that his shirt is drenched by now. His lips are blue and his wife was gripping his fingers to the point where they all turned purple. Her shrills threw his sanity out of the window and he had probably pissed his pants by now. He realized he wore different sandals on each leg and his shirt is inside out.

"This is all your fault!" you screamed, the pain is unbearable and you've grab hold Jimin's hair in the midst of labor. "Push, madam, you have to keep pushing..." the young doctor calmly instructed you, ignoring the fact that Jimin is screaming in pain. "Let go of my hair, let go of my hair...honey, my hair," Jimin whimpers but you aren't about to listen to him, not when the pain of the contraction was ripping through your being is all you feel.

Labor feels like a helicopter going through your nostril with it's propellers still spinning. To add to the misery, contractions leading to labor is best described as all the menstrual pain you've had since puberty till now, coming all at once. Yes.

"I learnt today that putting it in isn't as easy as pushing it out..." Jimin blinked rapidly. "Fucking hell Park Jimin!" you grouched, inhaling air through your teeth, biting your lower lip. "No cursing in the labor room please..." the nurse warns. "The baby isn't out yet for us to watch our words..." Jimin dashed.

"I see the head! I see the head, keep pushing... madam," the doctor glanced sharply at Jimin, "Sir, your role is to motivate your wife..."

Motivate your wife... Motivate your wife. The doctor's words repeated in his head.

Dear readers, you must be wondering why Jimin is so dense and appears to be out of character. Easy, Jimin is out of character. You see, his wife and him weren't lovers at all. They're friends. Best friends. And it all began on a rainy night on a rundown one room studio apartment Jimin owned.

He was having a partner in his living room, serving her cold drinks. He wasn't at all invested in their 3 days rendezvous, he just didn't want to spend the night alone. Sipping cold beer on a hot night with a decent girl felt enough for him. Jimin didn't want to fret all night wondering what you're doing. After informing him you had a blind date, you pretty much didn't speak much. You had been acting strange the last few days, not returning his calls or texts, and like common extroverted Libras, he searched people who would. He has many other friends, he convinced himself. His plan was simple, half-way through the movie, he'll have his way with the girl, take it to the bed and make love til morning comes. He checks his phone, just in case. No new notifications.

0 message(s). 0 missed call(s).

But halfway through the movies, while she's sneaking her hands underneath the elastic bands of his Calvin Klein briefs, he felt wrong. So he told her to leave. He didn't know why, and she looks upset but he couldn't bare a half-hearted fucking, not tonight. It was unusual for him to feel that way. Jimin is alone, resuming the movie and crumpled the aluminium can with his bare hand before tossing it to his trash can.

To soothe the rejection he placed on himself, Jimin draws the curtains, so he could have a little more privacy. On his way doing so, he realized it had just started raining. With violent thunder rolls and flickering lightnings in the night sky, he saw a taxi by the streets he live on just exiting. Thinking nothing of it, he draws the curtain anyways.

Standing in the rain, hair plastered on your face, no umbrellas, drenched blouse. Makeup running down your face, smeared lipstick, cheap eye liner tainting your cheeks, pooling at your chin. Shivering cold. Puffs of air escaping your mouth. Your quivering lips, shaking hands and racing thoughts seems to find an odd calm when you stare at the entrance of Jimin's apartment. When taxi driver asked you where you were going, you blurted this very place. Of all places you could go, your mind took you here. Must have been out of habit, must have been out of your mind, or must have been your unconsciousness taking over. Must have been something in your head, to think that this place was the safest.

It was odd.

When you brought your feet on Jimin's stupidly psychedelic doormat, and raised your knuckle to knock, it was almost effortless. In your most unpolished condition, in your fragile strength and most bare, you brought yourself to Jimin. He swung the door open with a confused expression on his face. You lift your head, eyes spilling tears on each side, quivering lips that stretches to a broken smile with your last bits of strong.

"You went to the blind date, what are you doing here? What happened?" Jimin asked.

You dropped your head at once, gave it a half-shake, shrugging, "Can't you tell?"

Your smile breaks and the tears spills uncontrollably, so you brought the heel of your hand to your head and shook your head again. Witnessing this, Jimin begins to take his arms off his cardigan and wrap them around you before giving you a hug. His hand slid down the back of your head, thumbing your wet hair. His eyes is wide like he still couldn't process what was happening. But he did what he had to.

He took you into his bathroom, give you a little privacy to undress. Sniffling, nose reddening. Turning so you face his back, he hands you his T-shirt and trade them with your wet clothes without looking at you. Warm towel, you climbed into the tub and turned the showers on. He doesn't have a shower curtain because he's used to living alone. And the door to the bathroom was uninstalled because he sold it to get a coffee machine. He lives alone, he doesn't need that much privacy. Until today, that is. Not wanting to fight with you like always, he took your wet clothes to the laundry room located across the hall. He throws them into the machine one-by-one.

Black panties. Blouse. Jeans. "B-cup, black. Hmm, quite nice," he tilt his head, thumbing the insides of your bra with an impressed face, nodding at the new fact he found out of you.

"Jimin, you have convenient store panties, don't you? I bought one of your night stands, a pack, I'm sure..." you raised your voice, kneeling by his messy bed, drawing the bottom drawers out. First thing you saw is packs of unused condoms, you used the tip of your fingers to find your way to the said panties. "Yeah, it's in the bottom drawer with many condoms," he leisurely stride back to the space he intended as bedroom.

You slide one of them on and walked out with no pants since the t-shirt Jimin gave you was long enough to cover your thighs. Jimin came in with a hairdryer. He has you seated on the floor, his knees next to your shoulders. "Your shampoo smells nice, what is it?" You asked him, not wanting to start the story to the disastrous date just yet. Jimin is great at playing along when it comes to that. You've been friends long enough to understand the boundaries. And one of that is to not ask more than what is told.

"Sakura flower extract, $14.00 on the website, plus deliveries," Jimin continues to dry your hair, lips pouting at the frail look of your hair. His fingers are entangled with fallen hair but he didn't complaint. Because he knows that you knew. You weren't exactly healthy these past few years. "Jimin," you gently called. And he hums back as a reply.

"Is there something wrong with me?" you picked your toenails, hugging your knees and heard the hair dryer turned off. "I think there's something wrong with me, no, I know there's something wrong with me," you added, convinced that you're either cursed or under qualified. Jimin is a romantic, he is. He is almost always prepared to nurture your broken heart with his sweet words, but with you, it never seems to be enough. That's why you guys are just friends. As the years passed, your irreconcilable differences, your bickering, your stubbornness just annoys him. And put two people with praise kinks together, it's a recipe for disaster.

Although Jimin is a fucktard when you first knew him, he proves to be a great listener, attentive and full of affection. And by fucktard you meant, he was too shallow for your stupid deep heart. But you find yourself in his bed, waiting for your jeans to dry. Next to him. Giggling, laughing with your eyes up his ceiling.

"You ever wonder if all of our friends' marriages are in shambles, but they try so hard to keep it a secret...?" Jimin chuckles, resting his head on his wrist, while laying on his back. "I secretly hope it is. I'm sick of saying, Congratulations on your Wedding, attending their weddings with rabid food and lying to their face saying it's delicious when it's not, just to make them feel better," you rested both hands on your stomach, feet dangling on the edge.

"No one asked you to come," Jimin sneered. "Their invitation arrives to my house," you darted. "Then come up with a lame excuse!" "I'm not a shit like you."

"Trust me, you'll live better if you just don't give a fuck," Jimin threw an advice out of nowhere. "If I do that, I won't have friends and be stuck with you," you rolled your eyes up.

And that's when it hits you.

"No new friends," you whispered. "We don't need new friends," Jimin lifts his body from the bed and waddled to the laundry room.

Staying in his room alone felt weird so you followed him. "Yeah, but they're all married and covered with baby puke. New friends sounds good," you caught the jeans he threw you and walked past you, brushing shoulder, his bangs poking his brows at every step.

"Get dressed," he shot. "Oh no I'm not drinking. The last time I went with you, I almost died," you whined, trailing him out to the living room, "I don't have clothes."

Jimin yank open his closet and took the last hoodie, still wrapped in plastic. The one he intend to give you on new years, but you're a country away. So you never knew. Behind him, you were jumping in your jeans. He throws the hoodie over your head. He took his black leather jacket and black baseball cap to pair his white shirt and damaged jeans.

"Stop throwing things at me!" You roared, "Whose are these?!" "Someone left it behind my house," Jimin lied. "It looks basically new," you huffed while poking your head through the neck hole.

You don't know where you're going but Jimin made it clear to have you worrying only about the music in the car and not the destination. First, you stopped at McDonald's drive through to get burgers. Then he killed the engine and had the burgers and soda on the hood of the car. He starts trash talking about his coworkers and mimicking the way one of your mutual friends talked, making you laugh. Then he impersonates a corrupted cop badly who asked him for money because Jimin didn't turn his headlights on.

"It sounds like the way you impersonated Namjoon, to be honest," you shove a handful fries into his mouth to shut him up. "Namjoon is such a cool dude, it annoys the fuck out of me," Jimin spoke through mouthful of unprocessed cholesterol.

Jimin did the chicken dance for you to show one of his encounters at the club. There's literally no one else on the parking lot, but the space is still wet from the rain. The only light is coming from the huge McDonald sign. Next, he brought you to part of town where the park was empty. Balancing yourself on the bleachers, arms spread wide, you guys were talking about the relevance of Spiderman movie doing a remake. It begins with,

"Spiderman, Tom Holland or Tobey Maguire?" Jimin asked. "How dare you make me choose... I haven't watched any with Tom so, Tobey Maguire," you answered. Jimin clutched his chest and made a bad impersonation of Tobey crying. "Stop, OMG! It wasn't that ugly!" you jumped off the bleacher and pushed him.. Jimin stumbles, hopping on one leg and giggling. "Are you serious? You should watch both. Tom does acrobats," Jimin added. "I'm not a fan of Spiderman..."

Jimin eyed you up and down, "You watched Inside Out at 22, crying in the cinema who are you fucking with." "Don't take my Disney Pixar movies in this Marvel argument you shallow fuck," you shoved both hands into your hoodie front pocket, shaking your head, looking ahead.

"That's a new space," Jimin pointed. "The skateboard place?" you passed, "It's been there forever." "Really? I want to go see," Jimin picks up his pace and begin jogging to it. You had no choice but to go after him.

It's littered. Jimin changed his mind. You pointed at the swing.

Metal rattling, your feet barely touching the ground. The chains creaking, rusting at the ends. Jimin is behind you. "You ready?"

"Yup, push!" you smiled ear to ear. "Here goes," Jimin warned.

For that brief moment in life, you felt content. A childlike memory comes back to life and you have Jimin here. Someone you would have never expected to be here. Looking up at the moon, where the dark clouds have cleared, the stars seems to double in number in this forsaken city, the longer you watched. The speed dies and Jimin sat on the swing next to you. His knees spread, elbows rested on the kneecaps, chewing mints.

"For someone driven by goals, our life are pretty fucked don't you think?" Jimin starts, and you almost dropped to hear something so sentimental coming from the flightiest man you've ever met in your life. "We planned everything so concisely, and in a timely manner. But love doesn't come as planned, and you're stuck living life aimlessly," Jimin blew hot air to the ground. "At least you're fucking people and is good looking," you popped the lollipop out when you talk, and then pop them back in, "I have five dates over the course of five years and never got a call back. The sixth one I went to a few hours ago, said I was too ambitious. I remember his face when he told me that I was going to be single forever with that blunt attitude of mine."

"Then you should have shoved a fork in his ass," Jimin straightens up, holding the chains that hangs the swing before twisting them to face you. "I did, I did so until his eyes reddened and ran out the restaurant and into the taxi. What happens after that is a blank, Then I was at your apartment. Felt like it was the only safe place I have."

Long pause.

"He was my last chance at love, and he proved me that I was unlovable. Because I was being me. But what else would I have become Jimin? I don't know how to be anyone else but me," your voice cracks but forced out a smile. Always forcing out a smile. Always wanting to appear strong. Always with that fragile strength.

Jimin took you to an outdoor cinema. One of Audrey Hepburn's movie was playing. Both of you took the seat in the back of the car, and lowering the front seats down so you could see better. When Frank Sinatra begins to fall for Audrey Hepburn, and they got into an argument that results in a heated kiss, you felt Jimin's lips on your clothed shoulder. Saliva pools in your mouth and you gulped nervously. Struggling to focus at the lines the spectacular actors are throwing, your mind starts buzzing, as Jimin boldly tugged your hoodie from covering your head, gently. He motions closer and you felt yourself, freeze and holding still. He didn't stop there, with the hoodie no longer covering your neck, Jimin brushes his lips while inhaling your scent. He exhales shakily, like he is letting his lust feeding into it's desire but still staying exceptionally respectful.

You brought your hand to rest on his knee, sliding up his thigh. He nuzzles his face close to your nape, looking up at you with his doe eyes, silently asking permission. Rubbing your cheeks on his, he took them as a yes. With it, he presses his plump lips onto your neck, giving it a gentle suckle before trailing kisses along your jaws. Easily, he lifts your hip so you could straddle his lap, sitting directly on his clothed hard-on. He nibbles your lower lip, teasingly. Smiling into the kiss, and whispering hotly against your lips, "You can grind on me, it's okay."

Within the next 30 minutes, when the movie shows the credits, a guard came over to hover his flashlight to the heavily fogged window of Jimin's car. "You have to leave, we need to lock the place down," he said. Shirtless, Jimin wind down the window just enough to reply, "Okay, sir." Jimin climbs to the driver's seat and drove back home. "I need new panties, it's soiled," you hummed from the backseat.

"Yeah, you need to get dressed," Jimin puts on his shirt in a hurry and kick his jeans on. "You're a pretty good kisser," you commented. "Pretty--you mean excellent," Jimin sounded offended as he drives hastily through the empty street. "It was pretty good," you corrected him.

"It was a tight space, I could do better than that, you'll see," Jimin scoffed.

Jimin pushes you on his bed the moment he arrives to his apartment. "This time, we're doing it properly," he ran his tongue along his lips.

Fast forward a few years later, after finding no new friends and stuck together, sex as a bonding time, you finally decide that maybe you had found a fabricated version of a soulmate and it had been Jimin all along. You were too stubborn to admit and he was too afraid to show his softer side. This relationship is not perfect, and he might never fit your ideals, but neither do you, so why not give it a try? And if it wasn't meant to be, then why does the sex felt so good?

Frustrations, deceptions, the voices shouting, the breaking plates. Even though your entire existence could split his brains in half, he couldn't bring himself to leave. It's crazy. When you both are skin to skin, everything wrong you did that day felt like dust. Cold shoulders, brief words. He is just full of life and having many casual friends and you're a homebody who prefers to read a book while he's out for drinks. He comes home late and you're in bed early. The differences strikes ordeal sometimes. Sometimes he's not even open for discussion. He lashes at the first sign of difficulty and storms when the expectation isn't reached. He has quite a temper, but so do you.

Park Jimin is a hot head. But when he's jealous, he doesn't hide.

"Who was that man?" "Not you." "Did you wish he's here instead of me?" "Sometimes I do. I don't love him, but he's there and you weren't."

"I told you I was coming home..." "I waited for 3 hours. You were just 20 minutes away! Where did you go?"

Jimin pushes his bangs back and walked away to open the fridge and slammed the door. Sending everything inside rattling against itself. He snaps the beer can open in front of you and downed them in a few gulps, crumples the empty can with his bare hand and tossing them into the sink.

"Drinking, like I told you," Jimin arched his eyebrow at you, mocking. "Don't come near the bed, you reek of alcohol," you shouted.

But it isn't always like that. Sometimes Jimin listens. Sometimes he is patient enough and everything feels right. He cooks rice, a simple dinner. Help you sort out your dresses for work the next day. He stays home to continue sewing. He's a fashion designer taking orders from home. He wears a full rimmed glasses and would work days without sleep. Passing him a kiss on his cheek, neck and shoulder from behind as he sat on his tailoring table, you'd leave work with coffee he packed for you. Coming home to an empty house is normal.

Like today, Jimin returns after a short jog, to see the rice still in the same amount as he left it. He reveals the table with its food untouched. He saw the bed empty and began ridding his shirt and left his pants on before he opens the door to the bathroom to see you in the tub, relaxing. "Why aren't you eating the food I made?" he asked, accusatively.

"I will, later. I felt like I need to shower first," you hummed, head resting on the brim of the tub, "I had a horrible day... A fucked day." Jimin rids of his pants next before climbing in the tub with you, passing a kiss on your lips, "I need a shower too...and we can cuddle. I'll make you feel good."

It always starts with a cuddle. And now, you're pregnant. In labor, screaming your head off.

"It's a girl..." the nurse hands Jimin the wrapped baby. Jimin was visibly nervous and you've lost all your strength. "Why is it so warm? Why is she so warm?" Jimin stammered. "Jimin, please. Because she came out from me, idiot," you sighed.

Jimin carries the baby awkwardly, unable to process the situation at hand that he is now, written on the baby's identification card, "Baby's Father : Park Jimin."

"You need to be reliable now, you can't run off. This little one is depending on you," you hummed as your husband sat by your bed, holding your hand between his and he beamed before hiding his face behind your intertwined hands. You saw his shoulders shake, his cheeks wet. You thumbed his tears and smiled warmly.

"I want to learn how to be a good father. I have to," he mutters. "I saw the baby shoes you bought and tried to hide; you're halfway there, already," you felt him rise up to lean over and gave you a forehead kiss. His wedding band, your wedding ring; who would have believed two idiots who hated marriage eventually have kids together. All the friends you both roasted always knew you two were roasting them. Now that you're married yourself, you're in for a life long teasing. That idiot Park Jimin was an idiot. But today, he is still an idiot, but an idiot you love.

"That's definitely my lips..." he pointed, "Nine months inside mom. Looks like dad." "You should be thankful I'm strapped to this bed with this IV drops."

This perfectly wrong marriage, might just be perfect for you. Fin.

597 notes · View notes

drmedicsgamesurgery · 4 years

Text

Danganronpa Togami Volume 3 Part 8 (Summary)

[0] See endnotes for a revelation about Haruki Murakami's relation to this novel I had while at the bookstore.

Thanks to @enoshima-pyon @shockersalvage @jinjojess @hopeymchope and the girl I met at the bookstore who recommended me ‘Kafka on the Shore’ out of sheer coincidence, for helping out!

"My kettle!"

"Get down! Be careful not to get hit by that rifle!"

"That’s a submachine gun. It’s not good to just think there is only one weapon type"

"Whatever, lay down!"

However instead of going prone, he stood up and went to the coat rack to take his hat. At the moment, K reached out, the hat was reduced to Swiss cheese "Why destroy the hat like a surrealist!?"

"Please, let's lie down!"

"Samsa, who transformed into a bug, moved around the room somewhat like this," K finally listened to me. He’s down. "Nevertheless, I do not want to sleep forever here. That guy with the submachine gun will want to play close combat. He should soon be in the hut."

"Just what can we do?"

“Unfortunately, I can’t help you aside from wishing for the good times that I hope will find you.” says K “If you’re expecting me to say something like, ‘I knew something like this would happen so I developed ‘Borges Mark II’ which fixed all the weaknesses that the previous model had’...forget it! Don’t expect a development like that!”

With more bullets flying into the house and destroying items like paintings and tableware, K loses his temper and orders Shinobu to follow him. He then opens a hidden door in the kitchen that goes into an underground staircase that leads to the garage. An experience that caused Shinobu to remember when she read the Diary of Anne Frank [1], which left her speechless. Once they get to the garage there is an old Skoda car. K asks Shinobu if she can drive. She asks if he isn’t going with her and he answers that he’s living incognito, so he can’t go with her. Shinobu tells him not to die.K says they are going after her, so they won’t bother killing him. Thus, Shinobu gets in the car and prepares to leave.

I opened the window of the driver's seat.

"Thank you for creating Borges." she says gratefully to K’s surprise.

"Don't you hate me?" he asks.

"There are, of course, hundreds of complaints I would make, but...the world that Borges made me see was very beautiful."

"I hope the world you will see with your left eye will not be so bad either."

"One more thing……"

"What else?"

"I always wanted to know...the writer who you started to tell me about that got angry in the interview. Who is he?"

"Milan Kundera." replied K and I realized one thing.

Kundera.

That initial letter is also K.

Kundera is still alive, an old man. After the war, he fled to France, but he was born in the Czech Republic…

No, no. It couldn’t be- Could it? Was that really possible? I am eager to find out if K is also part of the false reality that Borges has shown me, or not.

"Kundera has written a very good sentence. I will quote it until the end." K said. "’Betrayal is to get out of your position. Betrayal is to get rid of the original position and cast it to the unknown’."

"I’m leaving."

I stepped on the gas pedal and the car suddenly slammed into the garage door, breaking it. I saw through the rearview mirror that K was calling, but from his previous words and deeds, he should not blame me for this little thing.

I drove all the way and rushed down the mountain road. Back when I walked up on my own two legs, I was walking pretty hard.

Now I’m leaving this road at the speed of sound! I was extremely happy! Every time I was too unskilled to shift gears properly, the car squeaked and shaked.

However, the vintage engine kept running like it has been operating for years now.

All this means, I just had to keep at it with a smile...until those bullets finally enter my brain!

"I have finally arrived!"

I tried to say something that was not my usual style. As for the reason as to why, well, maybe it’s because I actually didn't have a ‘style’ at all.

The sound of the air smashed and tore open and with it a helicopter appeared. Since I no longer had Borges, I didn't know the name of the model. But even if I did know it, I couldn't stop it.

The helicopter flew in the sky and followed closely behind the car. I came out from the window and looked at it. I saw Yuika Ketouin. Her face expressionless like a noh mask, and she was holding the joystick. That octopus was also attached to her head.

“Yuika Ketouin!"

I called out, but she did not respond. Yuika, was still being controlled by the octopus that Kasamori put on her. It’s her that probably killed Hiroyuki, too. I don’t know how to feel about a sister who killed her own brother, although perhaps she simply doesn’t have free will. Having said that, maybe they aren’t siblings at all. I don't know, I don't know anything, but this kind of thing is not important to me at all. I don't need to drink Bufferin anymore. I stepped on the gas pedal and thought about going down the mountain. No matter how destroyed the roof and the mirror were from the bullets, I still continued to drive forward.

Shinobu decides that in order to make sure a bullet doesn’t hit one of her wheels, that she would jump out of the car and escape into the forest, with the helicopter shooting indiscriminately into the leaves that covered her body.

I held my breath and stayed in the same place. The sound of the propeller and the rain of the machine gun fire gradually drifted away from me. The opportunity came, I walked out of the forest and went back to where the car was.

It’s a trap!

The helicopter is indeed in the air at a distance, but its body is facing me.

If Yuika Ketouin were to be holding a sniper rifle and waiting for me to come out of the forest, the dot should now be aligned right in the space between my eyebrows.

I am going to get hit.

I am going to die.

At that moment, however, I suddenly saw something fly towards the helicopter. The thing flew up with a tail-like white smoke, hit the side of the helicopter, and, at the same time, caused an explosion.

Fireworks bloomed in the blue sky. The helicopter lost its balance and fell toward the mountains. I heard the sound of the spiral wing sweeping the trees...

Then the explosion.

The sleeping birds that were in the shade of the forest flew away together.

"It's over..."

I heard the voice, but I didn't see anyone. I looked to the right and then looked to the left again. When I turned to the right again, before there was no one there when I looked that way.

Now there is a girl standing in front of me. She wore the uniform of Hope's Peak Academy and there were tight muscles on her limbs that protruded from her uniform. She gave off the impression of a female athlete. She had a pair of squinting eyes which were filled with tension.

From the 78th Class of Hope’s Peak Academy.

Mukuro Ikusaba.

Super High School Level Soldier.

Shinobu asks her what is she doing in the Czech Republic and, after a bit of banter where she reads the wrong script in front of Shinobu (which leads Shinobu to comment on how she’s cute, yet rather useless) she answers that she was hired to escort one of the Council of Global Controllers members a day or so before the World Domination proclamation. She blames herself for not being able to protect him. Having failed her mission she tried to head back to the airport but since it was blocked, and she had no money, she was forced to camp out in the forest…

“It couldn’t be helped...so I camped out here,” admitted Mukuro, “While I was here, I also hunted down a live bear and ate it...slowly.”

“Yep...that’s...good.”

“It was indeed.”

“...”

Trying to keep the conversation going, Shinobu remarks that Japan or, to be precise, the world is in rough shape at the moment. Mukuro asks how Junko is doing and Shinobu reports about her being in Hope’s Peak and her food request, to which Mukuro takes note she’ll buy before she leaves Czech.

Shinobu asks her help to save Byakuya, but she apologies saying that she isn’t very good with improvised plans, though notes she is supposed to help her, but the plan never says to what extent (she really wishes she had her script now). To make it up to Shinobu, she fixes a tire of the car that got damaged during the machine gun attack. They then part ways, and Shinobu gets out of the mountain with the old Skoda car.

I drove forward again in the car and finally got out of the mountain. There is no problem with the tires, and it was very light to drive. After driving for a while along the river, I was able to see the restaurants in the mountains.

Mr. Hiroyuki Ketouin.

Who is that guy?

From his tone, he seems to know me, but I still can't remember. Thus, the emotions of anger, sadness, and compassion, I can't fathom these.

I am empty, and I blame the K2K system that drives Borges for that. My existence is extremely ambiguous and there is no difference to that of a newborn baby.

Yes, I am a baby. I know nothing about the world, and I don’t know anything about myself. But, because of this, I can update all of them and move forward.

Yeah!

I tried to make a scream that was not like my usual style. Maybe it was because I never really had my own ‘style’ at all?

But now things have changed!

I must rely on my own strength to create my own style!

As Shinbou glances at the hotel she and Hiroyuki were at, she whispers that Yuika should be dead as a result of Mukuro.

It feels a bit funny, the world around me is so crazy, but the craziest is myself. I can't believe in any experience of my own. It’s only now that I feel this certain type of happiness. That no matter who is accumulating the past, with this recent freedom only I can create the present.

In the whole wide world, only I have no original. Happiness that pushes forward like a beast or a bird without being noticed by anybody and with no need to worry about anyone's evaluations.

"Yeah!"

Even if it is not like my usual style of yelling, no one will ever say again that I am not acting out of my usual style. Yes, I have been reborn!

Even still, I must still keep going towards the place where Byakuya is kept!

I will move towards the freedom that will aid Byakuya!

Oh, let the engine roar loudly...and may it run all the way towards happiness!

Translation Notes:

[0] So as it turns out Haruki Murakami has also written a book called “Kafka on the Shore” which is just another connection to the ‘K’ theme. However here is a conspiracy. So in Volume one of DRT the JDC and ER3 system get mentioned as you probably don’t recall. ER3 system form Zaregoto written by Nisio Isin (which in itself heavily inspired danganronpa) and the JDC primarily written by Ryūsui Seiryōin, but also many many spin offs written by Nisio Isin and Maijo Otaro. Now the writers isin, Otaro and Sato (DRTs author) are commonly compared to each other in the japanese fiction world as there style of writing and intricate details that only work in japanese (Pure Literature as the genre is called there), we can see they share a lot of similar ideas. In fact DRT and Otaro’s Jorge Joestar are commonly compared also, (which is a JDC book with a jojo’s Bizarre Adventure spin on it). Now in “Kafka on the Shore” one of the main characters is called Johnnie Walker and in Otaro’s new anime ID: Invaded the villain is called John Walker. What has this got to do with DRT? No idea but all im saying is that if Tsukumo Juku shows up in DRT at this point I wouldn't be surprised. These writers all share a common theme of some sort of force controlling the actions of the main character and the deceptive nature of the world around them. It’s very interesting to compare and contrast all these things.

[1] The Diary of a Young Girl, also known as The Diary of Anne Frank, is a book of the writings from the Dutch language diary kept by Anne Frank while she was in hiding for two years with her family during the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands. The family was apprehended in 1944, and Anne Frank died of typhus in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp in 1945. The diary was retrieved by Miep Gies, who gave it to Anne's father, Otto Frank, the family's only known survivor, just after the war was over. The diary has since been published in more than 60 languages.

To be continued.

https://drmedicsgamesurgery.tumblr.com/GameSurgeryDRTranslations

#Danganronpa #ID:Invaded #JDC #Jorge Joestar #Danganronpa:Togami #Danganronpa: Togami #Danganronpa Togami #DRT #DRT3 #part 8 #DRT3 Summary

10 notes · View notes