#so they'll play nice with the ones they can pretend are normal before they decide that you're not good enough either

[il-miele-che-scrive]

lando norris x reader

based on this request (because I take requests and I have to make it everyone's business): Hi not sure if you take requests but in case you do could you write reader x lando where y/n is a celebrity or an influencer and she drops subtle hints at who is her new bf maybe some fun facts about him like "oh he hates fish and I'm making a lot of fish for christmas" and eventually the fans are like "guys it's totally lando"

words count: 2.5k + fans' tweets at the end

author's note: my first request and it was so fun to write 🥹 also added a hospital scene from the time of Vegas GP so we could experience a bit of protective Y/n and painkillers-high Lando (I forgot about a fish scene)

edit: I've just realized I've messed up the dates so let's pretend the award thingie was in '23 instead of '22

A secret boyfriend

It was a normal Tuesday of 2023 when Y/n Y/l/n and Lando Norris met. Well, not so normal since it was the day Y/n won the first award in her musical career, and Lando had his first debut as an award presenter.

"And the winner is..." He opened the envelope and flipped it, as he held it upside down. "Y/n Y/l/n."

Y/n couldn't believe it at first. She looked at her best friend with tears in her eyes. They hugged before Y/n stood up and got on her way to the scene, still questioning if she actually heard her name or was it her mind playing tricks on her.

"Thank you," Y/n sent Lando a smile as he handed her the award, "are you sure it's for me?" She joked, trying to mask the anxiety she felt from the fact that now she had to give a speech while everyone watched.

"Absolutely, it's all yours. Well deserved." Lando said feeling a bit starstruck from being so close to one of his favorite singers.

Just this one simple interaction was enough for both Y/n's and Lando's fanbases to raise suspicions. However, what was unavailable to the fans' eyes were Y/n and Lando's interaction at the after party. Later the same evening, he approached her.

"Hey, congratulations again." He said with a grin on his face. "Your music is amazing, I couldn't imagine you not winning this award."

"Stop with the compliments, I'm gonna blush." Y/n laughed. "Nice to meet you. Lando Norris, isn't it?"

"Yeah, do you watch Formula One?"

"I'm going to be honest from the beginning and admit I did not, but I did my research and I just might start being a fan."

"If you're ever down for hearing firsthand gossip straight from the track, I'm at your service."

"I'd love to hear all the gossip over a coffe sometime."

"Let me give you my number then and I'll arrange something."

And so a few days later they had a coffee date. The date marked the beginning of a carefully hidden romance. They wanted to keep it a secret from the public eye, not wanting people prying on them, trying to estimate how long they'll last.

Keeping the relationship secret somehow came easy to them. They were seen on the coffee date indeed, however they made sure to have the next dates in private. The fans on both sides were literally clueless to the whole ongoing romance. Y/n had her tour, Lando had his races and it wasn't even a little bit suspicious how a lot concerts aligned with race weekends.

Unfortunately, one day Y/n went live on Instagram with her best friend. Unfortunately, because Y/f/n didn't know how to keep her mouth shut. Unfortunately, because Y/f/n gave away the big secret.

"You know, guys, we're gonna use lives as a way to spend time together," she joked, "I've been feeling a bit abandoned since Y/n has been spending so much time with her boyfriend. Even on tour and with his busy schedule, can you believe this?"

Y/n's eyes widened. "Y/f/n!" She scolded her friend.

"What? It's a joke, no worries, I can see you're finally happy and I'm happy for you!"

"Y/f/n! You weren't supposed to say that!"

But the damage was already done. There was nothing Y/n could say to save the situation. So instead she decided to start dropping subtle hints for the fans to guess. Maybe it was the right time to make the relationship public after five months. They couldn't hide it forever.

Y/n started the hint game when she was on Jimmy Fallon's show.

"Y/n Y/l/n, everybody!" Jimmy announced when the girl walked in and sat down on the armchair. "I haven't seen you in a year and so much happened during this time!"

"I know, I know," Y/n said with a smile. "I'm so glad I could make a quick pit stop here on my way to Montreal."

"I'm happy to have you here. You won an award, you got a boyfriend. How- how did that happen?"

Y/n chuckled at Jimmy's question, realizing it was the perfect opportunity to play the hint game. "Oh, life takes unexpected turns and sometimes you find yourself on a fast track to happiness."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to the story. "Anything you'd like to share about this mystery man?"

"You know, Jimmy, I've finally found someone who knows how to navigate the twists and turns in life."

The audience laughed and the speculations among fans skyrocketed as they tried to connect the dots from Y/n's playful hints.

The other time, Y/n was on a popular radio show. The host couldn't help but ask about the latest reveal of a big secret.

"You were left hurting really badly after your previous relationship," he spoke, "it's really good to see you finally happy."

"It was a big thing for me. Still is." The girl admitted. "My previous relationship made it hard to open up to a man like that again."

"What made you do it eventually then?"

"I decided life is too short for keeping things in the slow lane," Y/n chuckled, "and when you meet someone that can belt out a Taylor Swift song with the same passion as you, it's hard not to fall for them."

"So your mystery man is a Swiftie too? Any chance we might know him?"

"Oh, I bet many people who are listening right now would know him."

"Now you got us all intrigued, your fans wouldn't forgive me if I didn't ask for more."

Y/n grinned, "Well, he's practically flawless, except for one little detail. He's a scorpio. And let me tell you, when we're playing our silly little racing video games, his competitive scorpio side really comes out. It's all fun and games until his racing pride is at stake."

The host laughed. "I'm sure fans are already trying to guess who this mystery gamer is. And you, are you competitive?"

"Yes, totally. He's more experienced than I am, but it doesn't mean I won't try my hardest to beat him."

"Is there any trait you don't share?"

The girl nodded, "Yes, one thing I'm secretly jealous of. He's quite known for being able to fall asleep in the most uncomfortable conditions. I wish I could do that. I'm all about pillows and comfy blankets, but he can just doze off anywhere, anytime."

A few days later, in the warmth of Lando's bedroom, surrounded by the hum of city life outside the windows, Y/n brought up the topic with a playful glint in her eyes.

"You know, Lando, fans have been buzzing lately. It's quite entertaining."

"Well, you have started this yourself," Lando laughed, laying his head in his girlfriend's lap.

"Not me, it was Y/f/n. I just went with it and turned it into something fun for myself." Y/n defended herself. Her fingers started gently playing with Lando's hair.

"You do seem to be having a great time, leading your fans on and all that," he joked. "Are there chances they'll solve your mystery anytime soon?"

"I've seen a few tweets accusing you of being my secret boyfriend, but most people don't really believe that."

"What?" He sit up dramatically. He continued in a fake-offended voice. "Do they think I'm not good enough?"

Y/n giggled.

Lando's mock offense turned into a playful pout. "I can't believe they're doubting my boyfriend potential. I mean, come on, look at me!" He gestured theatrically at himself.

Y/n burst into laughter, "Maybe we should give them a little more to work with, stir the pot a bit."

Lando leaned in, placing a quick kiss on Y/n's cheek. "You're a master of turning chaos into entertainment, you know that?"

"It's quite a compliment, coming from a Formula One driver."

Lando flashed a grin. "Well, we both have our talents, don't we? Maybe we should drop some subtle hints during a race?"

And so they waited months for the Grand Prix in Vegas, because that was where they could start rumours about getting married. Sure, they could get married spontaneously anywhere, but there was no better place than Las Vegas.

Thankfully they managed to keep the relationship secret all these months, breadcrumbing Y/n's fans. After the Vegas GP, Y/n and Lando where supposed to go for an afterparty, get 'drunk' and then 'married'.

Unfortunately, they plans changed the direction a bit with Lando's crash. Y/n's heart sank as she watched the unfolding drama on the big screens. The thrill of the race was replaced with concern for Lando's well-being. Plans for the afterparty and the playful hints about a fake marriage suddenly didn't matter anymore.

Emergency crews rushed onto the track, the anxious seconds felt like an eternity as they worked to help Lando get out of his racing car. Y/n's heart pounded in her chest, the world around her blurring. The fact that he managed to walk away from the car was a small comfort.

Y/n's phone buzzed moment after Lando disappeared from her sight.

from: Lando

I'm okay, they're taking me to st vincent's hospital. Will update you soon. Love you xx

to: Lando

Be there in a second, see you soon

A shaky exhale escaped Y/n, she felt slightly relief and ran towards the exit. She was sure Lando wasn't okay, not after that crash, but at least he was conscious and walking on his own (although it could be the adrenaline). A moment later, when Y/n got into her own car, her phone buzzed again.

from: Lando

Yknow you could post a pic from the hospital, that would stir the pot

Y/n smiled at the massage. If he could think of that, he might had been better than she thought.

The neon lights of Las Vegas blurred as she drove through the city streets, trying to get to the hospital as quick as possible. Despite the speed, the journey seemed to stretch in time.

Arriving at St. Vincent's hospital, Y/n rushed through the entrance, her heart pounding. The reception area looked like a maze in her anxious state, but she managed to find a nurse.

"I'm here for Lando Norris," the girl said.

The nurse looked her up and down. "Are you his family?"

"I'm his girlfriend."

"Then, unfortunately, I cannot let you see him."

"His family is in Europe, I'm the closest to family you can get here in Vegas."

"The closest, but not family. I'll ask you nicely to wait here for further information."

Y/n nodded with an angry expression on her face. She sat down in the waiting room, pulling out her phone and dialing the number of her manager.

"Hey, Mia," the singer said. "I need you to do something." Urgency and frustration were visible in her voice.

"What's going on, Y/n? Are you okay?" Mia's concerned voice came through the line.

"It's Lando. He's been in a crash during the race in Vegas, and they've taken him to St. Vincent's Hospital. I'm here, but they won't let me in because I'm not 'family.' That's so stupid."

"I'm sorry, Y/n, but I still don't see what you want me to do."

"I want you to make a donation for the hospital from my account. Send them like $100,000. I think it'll be enough to let me in."

"Okay, I'll take care of it."

"Thanks, Mia. I appreciate it more than you know."

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Anxiety lingered in the air. But there was no way they wouldn't let her in after that.

Y/n didn't know how much time had passed. She felt as if all she did was staring at a wall in front of her, ocassionally moving her eyes to the floor or the ceiling. She was fidgeting with her fingers as the same nurse approached her.

"Miss Y/l/n, you're allowed to see Mr Norris in the room 305."

Without a word, Y/n rushed to the room. She found Lando lying in the hospital bed, his gaze turning towards the door as she walked in.

"Lando." Y/n breathed his name, rushing to his side and taking his hand in hers. "I was so worried. And they didn't want to let me in at first."

He managed a dazed smile, his eyes slightly glazed. "Hey, you're real, right? This isn't happening in my head?"

Y/n chuckled. "Yes, I'm real. It's me."

He squinted at her. "You sure? You look like a beautiful hallucination."

"Well, if I'm a hallucination, at least a beautiful one."

"I feel like I'm floating on marshmallow clouds, but you're the most beautiful marshmallow I've ever seen."

Y/n couldn't help but laugh. "I think you might be on some strong painkillers, love."

"Ah, that explains the marshmallows. They're having a party in my head," Lando said with a dreamy expression.

Y/n burst into laughter, the tension of the earlier moments disappearing in the room.

"Did you know," Lando continued, "that racing is like trying to catch a rainbow? And if you're lucky, you might find a pot of gold at the end."

"Is there an Irish leprechaun as well?"

"I wouldn't be surprised. Maybe that's who's been guiding me all this time."

"You gotta ask him to make the rainbow less slippery next time then."

He nodded solemnly. "I'll have a serious talk with him. No more slippery rainbows, only smooth, marshmallow clouds."

As they joked around, Y/n couldn't ignore the quiet concern for Lando's well-being. She gently brushed his hair away from his forehead. "You scared me, you know? Seeing you crash like that."

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to scare you. I promise I'll be more careful next time. But you have to promise me something too.""

"What is it?"

"You'll visit me in the marshmallow cloud world sometimes. It gets lonely up there."

Y/n laughed, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I'll visit anytime you want."

"You know, even in the middle of all this craziness, having you here feels like finding that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow."

As the night carried on, the hospital room became a cocoon shielding them from everything that layed outside its walls. Y/n found herself falling asleep on an armchai next to Lando's bed.

In the quiet ambiance of the night, Lando's mind wandered through the whimsical landscapes of his medication-induced thoughts. He couldn't help but marvel at the coincidence that brought Y/n into his life.

It all started with handing her an award. It seemed like it happened a whole lifetime ago and now, there they were, in the middle of marshmallow clouds.

Y/n, nestled in the armchair, breathed softly in her sleep, completely unaware of Lando's reflections. Soon enough, Lando allowed himself to succumb to the gentle pull of sleep as well.

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris one shot #f1 x y/n #lando norris x y/n

[nomsfaultau]

Dark SBI where Philza is a nice normal human man whose family slowly gets replaced by super natural creatures. The youngest is the first to go, replaced by 'Tommy', a shape shifting imp who decided he liked the skin of the kid and decided to keep it. He lives for chaos, but his motives falter when he experiences genuine love for the first time. Then 'Wilbur' replaces another son in classic changeling fashion, the boy taken to fulfill the whims of the fae and leaving in his place a bitter boy who knows he's an inferior version. Finally, the last son becomes plagued by dark voices that grow worse and worse, leading him succumbing to possession by 'Technoblade', who thinks he'll make the perfect new vessel after the last one was destroyed. 'Technoblade' doesn't want to lose his new vessel so soon after the last one, 'Wilbur' was trained from birth to mimic the human he would replace, and 'Tommy' wants an identity he can fall back on to play innocent if he gets in trouble. It takes awhile before the others realize all three kids are imposters. There's friction, of course, but they eventually make a pact to continue pretending to be a sweet and unsuspecting family.

The thing is...Philza isn't dumb. There's this awful feeling in his gut, and he has a sharp eye for details that don't add up. He's increasingly certain these things aren't his children. He quietly gathers evidence, and the moment he's sure...he does nothing. Philza carries on in a careful pantomime of a perfectly loving family, terrified of what they'll do to him if they realize he knows their true natures. He smothers his fear and offers them warm smiles and boundless mercy and tender affection the likes of which the imposter children have never known before. Slowly, it becomes a easier for everyone to pretend.

Maybe, if Philza's kind enough, they won't kill him, or worse. Maybe if he's good enough, their evil natures will soften. Maybe, if he's patient enough, they'll give him his real kids back.

And the moment they do, he'll slaughter every last one of the monsters who destroyed his family.

#i never see Phil as the vulnerable one in dark sbi #idk if I don't have enough exposure or what but its almost always Tommy #or the very occasional techno #also hell no would Philza Minecraft just settle in for found family time #philza #philza minecraft #sbi #dark sbi #sleepy bois inc #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #sbi au #sbi fic #sbi angst #something to nom on

[ursbearhug]

Somebody asked me what were my least and most favourite things working in vet clinic, so yeah. I'll share since I don't have anything to do anyway.

Favourites: I got to work with puppies. Puppies are delight. They're mini little fluffly creatures. They'll let you vaccinate them if you give them something tasty and they won't even remember it. They're also very cuddly and curious fellas. Sometimes, they're so excited to see you, they'll wet the floor a little bit.

Working with 'regular' clients was somehow neat. Normally, you don't want your clients to come back because that means you're doing rather shitty job at being doctor (not me, I'm not a doctor) or there is some larger problem at hand. But seeing same faces makes the meeting with people on a daily a little easier to stomach. If you're also incompetent like me, they don't trust you with tasks and thefore I have less to worry about. I wasn't a shitty worker but I was far cry from good sport.

I liked how silly folks are sometimes. Like, one time a guy called to ask if he can come over with 7 puppies he found in the river/on the river bank. For anyone curious, those were otters. Other time there was this older lady who said that syrups are smarter than tablets, because they go straight to the lungs and tablets are big stupid and go to the tummy first. There was this one lady who tried to scratch of her dog's nipple. There was this one doggo who got his leg absolutely annihilated by the buckshot and despite having 90% femur shattered, he was too busy playing with me to be bothered about not having a bone anymore.

Least favourite: I didn't like cats before going into the school and working with them just made me like them even less. I once read that people who don't like cats, are spiteful because they cannot control them or something similarly asinine. I cannot mansplain, manipulate and manwhore my way out of working with cat and I have to live with it. I've worked with hundrends of cats and dogs, and dogs are significantly less likely to try to claw my face off at first sight. Yeah, they can be whiny but at least they don't attempt murder. Cats are just too much of a main character for me to stomach and I don't vibe with it. I worked with one nice cat, she was clinic cat for a short while and then got adopted by some assholes. I tried to put the cat into my friends' homes but ya know. Animals can be a handful.

I hate working with other people. Whether with multiple doctors or with owners. Im the former it's just screaming at me a lot and the latter is me trying not to scream a lot. Owners often only pretend that they're listening to you and it's very obvious and it's vexing. Older men are the worst because they obviously think they're the smartest being in the universe, when it's pretty clear they wouldn't be able to put their shoes on without a map, a wife and a prayer. Sometimes they ask me stuff I cannot answer and won't take "I don't know" as an awnser even when told I'm learning and have been at it for like a week or two. This also sometimes cause paradox when they're smarter than you because you're just a wee highschool but dumber than you because they ask you in the first place. Go figure?

I hated the profiting off of suffering that the workplace kinda entail. I worked in two different places and from my classmates, I know their places operated similarly. If you're pricing yourself fairly and to make it affordable for the people, you're barely keep the place running. If you decide to siphon from them, you can become a rich bitch and have flourishing place but your clients literally cannot afford your services and sometimes, you tax them to death. I cannot in good conscience do the latter and the former doesn't help out with already failing economical state of household.

Lastly, I wouldn't call myself an empath but I would call myself a sponge for sadness and sorrow. And that doesn't really bode well in a workplace where you often face untreatable problems and being in position of responsibility of saying "that's enough, we tried everything" and then sleeping at night. Thankfully it didn't happen often when I worked, but this few time it did it was actually pretty hard not to kill myself on the spot with the room that made me so morbidly depressed in a 0,001 seconds.

#will delete later #percy does things

[mochiswifey]

MIND GAMES 3

Child’s Play.

Cw: Slight Smut, Foul-Language, Slow Burn, Human experiment, Violence, Questionable Ethics, Crack,MDNI.

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-Kids-

Ran stared at the ceiling still thinking about her and her words.

"I like older men."

I like older men....

I like older men....

"Wait. Mochi and I are the same age."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

3:30 am. Nothing was out of the ordinary. One of the restless nights for her. All she could hear are crickets and the mosquitos buzzing.

She always use this restless nights to reflect about everything that happened to her.

In this instant she's reflecting about the only person who loves her.

Taiju.

He was never enough for her. She loves being loved because no one has ever loved her truly and unconditionally.Though, even knowing Taiju loved her, he wasn't able to make her feel normal.

Have you ever laid in your bed and stared at the ceiling feeling completely empty? Or have you ever laid in your bed emotionless but your head is in complete chaos?

That's what she feels everyday.

She wears a mask and pretends every thing is going according to her. But the truth is once the door is close and no one could see her everything is blurry and....

Dark.

Her revenge is the only thing that's keeping her alive.

And after she gets it.... What's next?

Death?

A simple bullet on the head? Or a poison.

Dying in Taiju's arms will surely be wonderful. She knows he will be devastated but she'll be dead anyways and it won't matter to her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

4:00 am

Tired of laying in bed she went out of the garden and sat on the wet grass. The smell of rain still lingers but a familliar scent from the barn yesterday overpowers it and catches her attention.

"Come out, I know there's someone there." She spat out and the mad dog chuckled. He was impressed that she noticed he was watching her.

"Impressive as always." He said as he emerge behind the artificially planted oak tree which doesn’t really fit in aesthetic of the ranch. He clapped as he sat beside her. He was calmer than he was the day before. Maybe he's high or not. She didn't really care.

"Fuckin' hell. You were ready to kill me last night and now you're sitting beside me?" She raised her eyebrow questioning him. The mad dog placed his hands behind his back and leaned backwards before grinning his teeth.

"Mikey. Why does he want to work with you?"

"Questions are for friends and we're not friends."

"No. You never question friends."

He was calm and it's creeping her out. Haruchiyo was never the calm one. And she instantly knew it's his way of manipulation.

Calm before the storm.

"You know, humans are very interesting species. Some tends to open up when someone who's typically a grade A asshole suddenly becomes nice because they feel like they're having those asshole's sympathy. They feel very surprise nonetheless, flattered to the point they'll trust those asshole. But me Haruchiyo. I don't even trust myself so your tactic won't work on me."

"You're a smart bitch." He chuckled before laying on the grass.

"So, why is the smart bitch out this early?" He completely ignored everything she said and just continued on befriending her. If only he knew what would happen in the next few weeks he would've never continued with his plan.

"Searching for the angle where life is beautiful."

"That's some deep shit, we ain't doing AP literature. We're fucking criminals."

"I'm not a criminal."

"You're affliated with us. Do you even know what we do?" She rolled her eyes and decide to play his little game. She surprised him by laying her head on his stomach and hugging his waist.

Haruchiyo stiffened. Her body felt so warm and so fragile. So, fucking different from how she present herself. He wanted to push her away. He's not used to feeling what he's feeling but he knows that she's playing the game he started and if he push, he lose.

He can endure anything.

Except losing.

"Mikey. He's your main happiness. I think that's beautiful. I think it's wonderful. He rules, you follow. He breathes, you breathe. I used to have someone like Mikey."

"Have you forgotten what you just told me a moment ago?" Surprisingly, Haruchiyo reminded his enemy her own words. She only chuckled before looking up to him and meeting his eyes. Her eyes seems relaxed. The mad dog felt horrible ill seeing how comfortable she is with him. As if the diamond scars on his face never existed.

No one has ever looked at him with such a calm and comfy eyes. All the women always had the split second of fear whenever they look at him. But her? Nothing. She looked at him as if he's just him. Him as Haruchiyo. Not the Bonten's mad dog who has tons of money, drugs and influence.

It's refreshing for him.

"One thing everyone knows about me is that... I kinda actually like asshole."

"W-what???? Are you flirting with me?"

"Don't be pretentious. I like older men."

"So... like my brother?"

"Bruh... Your brother should be in the retiring home-" Before she could finish Haruchiyo was laughing too hard he could barely breathe. Her head bounced on his stomach as he laughs.

Haruchiyo covered his eyes with his arm pleased at the moment he's sharing with her and completely forgetting the game he started.

Meanwhile, a devilish smirk appeared on her face as she looks at the rising sun.

There’s this thing in Japan, it may or may not be true. But when a person in Japan says “Let’s play a game” or simply start a game they almost often lose. And for the longest time she thought it’s just some cat shit. But after meeting Bonten. Maybe it’s true.

And oh! Another interesting fact about humans are, the more insecure you are the more easily you're swayed towards the people who makes you forget those insecurity or those who seems to not care about it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Haruchiyo and her talked for a few hours and everyone was surprised as they went in the ranch together smilling.

"What the fuck did that bitch do to Sanzu?" Kokonoi whispered to Takeomi who's biting his tobacco irritated that she got his younger brother fooled.

"Good morning." She greeted everyone and gave Mikey a kiss on the cheek freezing him and making the older Haitani jealous.

"Wait... Don't tell me you're targeting my boss?" Haruchiyo teased. She turn to Haru and slap his bicep making him whined and pout.

"Bitch, I told you. I have my eyes for...." She averted her eyes to Kanji who instantly rolled his. And turned to look away.

"Hey. Kanji and I are the same age." Ran spat out his realization making his little brother sighed. Rindou knows his brother is totally into her.

"I know. I'm just insulting him because he looks so much older than you. You should be flattered because I'm techinically saying you look younger than your years."

"Well-"

"Enough of that. It's already 6:52 let's start breakfast since you refuse to eat when it's pass 7 and you're still not sat on a chair." Taiju cut the conversation grabbing her and pulling her towards the kitchen. The members looked at each other before following them.

He didn't really agree with everything she's doing right now. He's getting jealous that she's talking with them. And he really hates that she seems to be enjoying their company.

"Tai?" "Yeah?"

"I wanna eat like um.. I wanna eat..." She continued on thinking even after she's sat on the chair with dozen of food served in front of her.

Taiju sat on the headchair while Mikey sat beside her left. Sanzu sat infront of her and the rest was random. The people she interacted with sat closer to her while the people she haven't spoke yet sat the furthest.

"Yeah, don't mind me I'm just thinking go on." She says and they started eating.

"Tai-"

"Nope, you're not fucking eating cereals. I'm gonna fucking burn the whole cereal industry if you try to eat cereals for breakfast one more fucking time. Do you even know how much sugar cereal has? It's basically crushed up cookies, and the fact that the lord blessed you to have this much food and you'll ask for cereal should be considered as a sin-"

"FUCK! I JUST WANNA SAY PASS ME THE GODDAMN EGGS WHAT THE FUCK!"

The bonten members stopped eating and looked at each other. Questioning if these two live like this on a daily basis.

"Damn... you two interact with eachother like this everyday?" Haru crossed his arms and squinted his eyes amused.

"None of your goddamn business." Taiju dismissed him making Haru throw him a glare.

"Yeah, and Tai pass me the goddamn eggs before I fucking stab this fork in your goddamn eyes."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After they ate they went out on the garden and sat on the picnic table. Mikey and her stood in front of them and whispered a few words to each other before returning their gazes to the puzzled men.

"First off, I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Beyonce."

"Bitch you wish."

"Haru, fuck off."

"OH GOD! WHAT THE FUCK! SHE'S CALLING HIM HARU BUT SHE SAYS SHE LIKES OLDER MEN!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK I'M RAN HAITANI! I'M FUCKING GORGEOUS! AND SHE WON'T FUCKING DATE ME? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Ran stood up and started throwing a childish tantrum.

Taiju wanted to punch the living daylights out of him simply because... second hand embarrassment. He hates it more than anything. And the fact that Ran seems to like her.

"Ran, sit your ass down before I fucking put a bullet through your skull." Mikey calmly said making him shut his mouth. But his eyes didn't stop showing the disbelief.

Rindou pulled on his brother sleeves. His eyes remained on the still wet ground disappointed, embarassed, and just outright wants to leave and take an electric shock to forget what his brother just did.

Ran hesitantly sat down.

"Okaaaay. I'm not Beyonce. My real name is It doesn’t really matter so please call me anything. I don't like my name so like call me... Señorita? Princess. Love. Or Beyonce."

Ran raised his hand and she rolled her eyes.

"What?"

"Can I call you mine?" Sanzu looked back to Ran from the front seat.

"Okay, let's start now."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2003 August 9th. 16 years ago.

She just turned 3 when she was thrown into the facility.

The facility was infamous. Many people thought that after world war 2, Japan stopped conducting their human-experiment.

The government did, but it will never stopped those who tasted the power of Science. It's addicting.

Every test. Every result. Every pain and suffering the subjects endures is a step closer to creating a new era. A new world.

The lead Scientist who has conducted this experiment is Fujita Kazuo and Matsunaga Heigi.

Both of them were conducting horrifying experiment that costed thousand of innocent lives ranging from new borns to people near the end.

But one is more cruel than the other.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She took a deep breath before looking up the sky.

"The facility conducts human experiment. Doctor Fujita, he specialized at cloning while Matsuna Heigi was in charges of finding out how far can a human go."

They all went silent. The place called "The facility" puzzled them. But what made them feel lost was the fact that cloning is indeed real. It's laughable. Because, it only happens in movies.

"I-I I don't quite understand." The advisors spoke up.

"You don't need to understand. I don't even understand."

Mikey grabbed her hand and held it tightly making her flinch. Not from the pain but from the sudden affection. It alarmed her because she thought friendly fire was on. Taiju's vein on the forehead popped and he was seconds away from starting a brawl but he calmed himself and figure he needs to know more about the facility.

"Continue." Someone said.

"I was 3, And I uh... I'm the only heir. My grandfather only had a son. And my father couldn't have any other heir so I was the only one left to continue our legacy. Being a girl in this world won't cut it so my grandfather who's friends with with Heigi ordered my father to throw me in the facility." She continued to speak like it's nothing even though her facade is fading and the pain started showing.

"I uh..."

She closed her eyes.

And saw a little girl with chubby cheeks. Black and hair and brown eyes. The little girl was smilling and holding a teddy bear. But then darkness started to take her. She opened her eyes and the next time she closed them, it wasn't the same little girl anymore. Bruised cheeks, bone thin body. Rose gold eyes, too much drugs. Falling teeth. Black and blue body. Naked and cold. Hungry and...

"It's a place no one should ever go to. Not even all of you."

She pulled her hand away from Mikey and hugged herself before shaking it all away.

Mikey wasn't playing games with her. And the lost of her coldness that matched his was a dreadful feeling.

They're broken people. And broken people should stay with each other. At least that's what Mikey thinks. Though he won't mind sharing.

"Mikey wants Fujita, and my friend happens to have found his location. We're the two people who got out alive. And I uh... In exchange of giving his location I want all of your help to find Heigi. And I want your help to kill him. And I won't do all of this if I could take him out alone but. I've seen what he can do and I know that without your help I'll be just a fool playing with my creator. And what I did to you? Me hanging you? Was just child’s play. We’re facing the real devils.”

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Taiju didn't say anything and just lifted her up and dragged her away from everybody. She wrapped her arms around his neck and burried her face into his chest.

He walked towards the cliff she jumped of the day before. Planning something that could lift her spirits up.

"Why are you heading towards the cliff I thought you hated it?" She questioned him. Taiju regretted buying the whole farm after finding out she's been jumping off the cliff for adrenaline rush.

"You like jumping off the cliff, plus it's sunny."

She softly smiled knowing he's trying his best to cheer her up. Taiju sat on the edge careful not to fall yet.

"Meeting you was one of the best thing that happened to me." She starts. Taiju felt his chest tightened. She's the best thing that has ever happen to him too.

"I was alone. I was destroying everyone who comes across me. But you took me right in. You held me. You stayed with me even though I'm destroying-"

"You're not destroying me."

"I am. You should be out in the clean world. You should be finding a wife. You should be out there running your business but here you are stuck with me-"

"I choose to be with you."

He stood up and gently placed her down. He looked down the cliff and was glad that the waves aren’t too violent. He winked at her before twinning his hand with hers. He fell back with a smirk pulling her with him. She happily went along and the two fall.

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After spending her day with Taiju she decide to spend the remaining day alone. To her seeing Taiju smile is both a pleasure and a nightmare. Pleasure because he rarely smile and when he does, he only smiles at her and a nightmare because once she dies she'll never see it again.

But it doesn't matter for now.

They spent the day building sand castles, swimming, and finding random fruits. After one of their happiest days they both took a shower but she got a surprise while Taiju got none.

"I see, you're still interested in me after I played you." She spoke almost in a mocking tone as she dries her hair with a towel. While she was showering Kanji broke in her room and may or may not pocketed a few underwear.

He didn't say anything and just remained leaning on the wall with his arms and legs crossed, admiring her. She's tiny compare to him but she presented herself as if she's bigger than him. He liked it. But he hates the fact that he has many competitors. And the fact that he's on the losing end?

"I'll break your heart." She warns as she drops the towel she was using to dry her hair before she slowly untuck the towel covering her body.

Excitement roar within Kanji and it made him instantly hard. He tilts his head and pressed his lips together. Him breaking into her room wasn't a subconscious decision. It was his. And he won't back out.

"Go on. Break it."

Her lips curved into a smile before she fully dropped her towel exposing herself to him.

"You're so fucking beautiful."

Kanji licked his lips before he strides towards her and she did the same. They found themselves reaching for each other. Kanji pushed her to the bed and parted her legs as he savour her taste. His fingers found her clit and started playing with it making her gasp. She didn't want to waste time so her hands found their way into his belt.

Then it clicked to him. He suddenly remembered what he heard earlier and mentally cursed himself from trying to sleep with her after every words she spat out.

"I uh... I'm sorry." He stopped kissing her and pulled his hand away from her cunt.

"W-what? Are you fucking with me? Is this some sick payback? I want your cock now so pull it out and put it inside me."

"Believe me. You look so fucking beautiful under me right now and god... I would love to see you moaning my name with tears on your eyes but I don't think you're mentally well enough to be fucking around with me."

"What the fuck are you saying? You're a fucking criminal. Since when did you thought of the well being of others?"

She wasn't entirely wrong. But still it was a low blow.

"I'm not gonna fuck you." Her eyes changed from lust to an instant hatred. Kanji sighed and kissed her forehead surprising her.

"What are-"

"Shut up will you? You're fucking 19 and I'm 30. We're years apart."

"What are you trying to prove? Like you're some mathematical genius or some shit like that? Do you want a medal or something?"

"Were you always like this?"

"I don't remember. But according to my birds you weren't like this. You were more loud. More lively when you were younger Kanji. What happened? Did the sins you've commited throughout the years finally caught up to you? Are you trying to repent?"

She was pissed and she wanted to hurt Kanji. To make him angry. It's a bad habit she'll never lose. Wanting to hurt people who only wants the best for her. In her mind he's fucking with her. In her mind he's only doing what he's doing for payback. Because why would a hardened criminal suddenly have a sympathy for her.

She tried to slap him but he caught both of her wrist and pinned it beside her head. She expected him to be angry to at least show some spite towards her attitude but nothing.

His eyes only showed pity and she hated it.

"You're a good player huh? You know what I fucking despise the most and you're doing well fucking with me."

"I don't know what you're fucking talking about."

"Your fucking eyes. You're looking at me with pity and I fucking hate it."

"I actually like you. You're perfect for me. We're both criminals and after these mayhem why don't you become my girlfriend, then after a few dates why don't we get married, buy a farm, I'll be a farmer and you'll bake-"

"PFFFT! Are you fucking okay? What-"

"No, I'm serious. I like you. I like the way you touched me!" He cut you off not wanting to hear you remarks about his stupid idea. He succeeded on averting your attention. Props to him it doesn’t occur that much.

"You're acting like you're a fucking virgin Kanji. Don't be fucking attached to a fucking trash like me."

Kanji started pampering her face with kisses. Her eyes widens as she squirms around his hold. No one has ever done that to her and it feels weird. Weird but good.

"H-hey! That's"

She shuts up and lets him kiss her because as much as she hates to admit it she enjoyes it.

"If you don't want to fuck me at least remove your clothes. I like feeling skin." Humming to her request he placed a final kiss on the tip of her nose before undressing himself.

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She laid on his chest and entangle her legs with his torso. The two felt like they were dreaming. What they're doing is too intimate. A forbidden act in their world.

They could feel the warmness of eachother and they could hear drumming of each other's heart. It's so...... awfully perfect.

If circumstances were different it would've been a wonderful start to a fairytale. But is there a wonderful start to a story that will inevitably end horrifically?

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The two stayed silent until she broke it off.

"You know... Back in the facility, I had two friends." Kanji would've never thought she'll open up to him so fast. It made him... happy? What a fool.

"I hated everything, everyone there, except for them. We were 8 when we first met. Fuck, I can still remember how we would look forward to the day we would get food. Food was a luxury for us. Starvation was one of the experiment. They believe that the more we starved the more our body will evolve to not need more food. That's one of the main reason why I pick food for so long and do my best to avoid eating. It gives me the memories back."

Kanji felt her tense so he started softly drawing circles to her back trying to relax her.

"There were so many fucked up things that happened inside the facility, It's so fucked up that it fucked me up. What angers me the most is that my father, my own fucking father threw me in there."

Kanji kissed the top of her head.

"You have the right to be angry."

"I was unstoppable with weapons so I did what I thought was the right thing. My friends, Mara and Tatsuki. We all agreed on ruining the facility together. What I didn't know what Tatsuki was too far gone. He- He was too brainwashed and he turned on us."

It was something Kanji didn't think would come.

"The truth is, I think I loved him. I truly love him. I trusted him, I admired him. I kept on living because he was with me and Mara. But the betrayal....."

The memory of Tatsuki pointing his gun at her flashed through her mind. His eyes was full of hatred for her. It was. Heartbreaking.

"The facility is a cruel place. When you close your eyes you wish for it to stay that way. But it all changed when I met him. It wasn't darkness anymore. For the first time I saw colors. Now it's back to what it was."

She lifted her head up and kissed him.

"We were just kids."

She then rested her head under his chin and closed her eyes, slowly she fell asleep leaving Kanji with his own thoughts.

He's a simple man who made bad choices during his younger years. If he continued living as a civilian there's no doubt that he would've been married now. Maybe even have children. He wouldn't have had the money he has now but he surely would've been a lot happier. He surely would've have met someone special by now.

His world never offered true happiness making him question himself every night to why he pick the route he picked. Stupidity? Impulsiveness? No matter how much he regrets nothing will change so he often drowns himself with expensive alcohols because.

If he can't buy love, he at least can buy a bottle of Armand de Brignac Rosé.

He closes his eyes and sees nothing. But it was different with her. He sees them under the sun wearing simple attire, carefree. Kids who resembles him and her running around happily chasing each other.

What a sweet imagination to see.

Sometimes it's great to have those types of imagination before falling asleep. I have read that it helps with our creativity. It’s just a little sad because it'll only just be an imagination nothing more?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you for reading. Reblogs and Replies are greatly appreciated.

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[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Back to School

Literature Professor! Robert De Niro x Reader

Based on a weird dream I had! But I've developed it into a whole thing 😘

Word count: 2k

TW: none, it's all fluff--part 2, not so much

As you walk through the literature building on campus looking for your classroom, you check your schedule one last time to make sure you end up at the right classroom.

As you're looking at the schedule you can't help but feel like you're taking a chance with this course, because the professor is listed as TBD: To Be Determined. At the time of scheduling your classes, it's normal for the professor slot to say TBD, but normally, as summer was coming to an end, you knew who all of your professors would be.

At the end of the day, the class was only an elective, and you could drop it and work out the problems later if it was that bad.

Before you know it, your feet have carried you to your classroom and you pop your head in the door to peak at what's going on inside. There are a few students, most of them sitting in the front desks, probably hoping to do well in the class by sitting up front.

You walk in and take a seat by the professors desk--taking another chance,-- but you like to try to get to know your professors, especially in a small class like this. A few more people come in and find their seats, but there's still several minutes before class starts.

Just as you were pulling books out of your bag for class, Robert De Niro walks in and asks, "Is this is the Film Lit class?" All of your books hit the floor.

One of your classmates spoke up, "Yeah, this is your class. Nice to meet ya, Professor De Niro!"

"Nice to meet you, too," he says, shaking the kid's hand.

You tap the girl in front of you on the shoulder and ask, "That's the professor?!" She laughs a little and says, "Yeah, you didn't get the message? They're letting him teach a class on the books he's studied for roles."

You felt like you were in a dream. Everyone was so casual with this, but then again, they had all gotten some kind of notification about it.

Trying to pull it together, you reach down and scramble to pick all of your books up and set them on your desk. Suddenly, you hear your professor's voice coming from beside you, "Do you need any help with that?"

You look over to see him standing at his desk, giving you a concerned look.

His desk; the one you chose to sit near.

You now have a panicky feeling of regret about the seat you chose.

"Um, no, I can get it," you shoot back to him quickly before grabbing the last books from the floor.

You could feel his eyes on you though, and you tried to pretend you didn't and focus on writing something in your notebook, but it wasn't long before you gave in and looked at him. He was sat back in his chair, just watching you for the small moment it took to get your books. He gave you a charming smile.

"Do you need something, professor?" It came out of your mouth without thinking.

"Hmm, just your name," he replied smugly. Was he flirting with you?

"(Y/N)."

"Well, (Y/N), it's nice to meet you," he stands and reaches across his desk to shake your hand, "you can call me Robert."

Before you could get your thoughts straight, he had walked up to the front of the classroom and begun class.

He started class with the simple exercise of each person telling the class their name, which book was their favorite from the summer reading, and to read their favorite passage. This took up a majority of class, because he would ask each person questions and discuss the passage with them.

He wrapped class up early by telling everyone that the first week's homework was to finish the summer reading if they hadn't, and handing out the syllabus, which was small and very simple. You take note that his office hours work pretty well with your schedule.

The class was only about 15 people, but nearly everyone wanted to talk to the professor after class; he's Robert De Niro after all. You stayed in your desk to pull out your schedule and make sure about when your next class was; you have a big break before that class.

By the time you've shoved your books in your book bag, your professor has somehow gotten out of talking to ask the other students and he makes his way over to his desk. He looks at you with a big smile and says, "Aw, were you waiting to see me?"

The last few students leave. It's just you and him.

"Oh, uh, no, I was just looking at some papers. I'm sorry." You stand up and put your back pack on.

"Oh, well, that's sad because I was hoping to see you," he starts. When he sees you're not going to respond, he continues, "It seems like you're kind of shy, and you didn't want to interact as much as the other students. Class will be highly discussion based, so I want to make sure that you'll be okay with that structure. I'd really rather not grade papers, ya know?" he ends with a small chuckle.

"I'll be okay with class discussions. Truthfully, I was just a little caught off guard because I didn't know you were the professor."

"Oh no! You didn't get the memo that went out?! That won't do. Would you mind coming to my office to make sure I have all of your contact info correct?"

"Um, sure. I have time." Truthfully, you're still kind of reeling just from his presence, and now he wants you to go to his office.

"Come on!" he says, while coming around his desk, "Oh, and give me your back pack, it looks heavy."

"Oh no, it's okay."

"I insist. It's a long walk to my office, and I would be no gentleman if I let you carry that heavy bag all the way there."

He certainly didn't act like a professor. Especially not towards you, but maybe your mind was playing tricks on you there.

You hand over your back pack, and he puts it on, then gestures for you to leave the classroom before him. On the walk to his office, you insist on carrying his notebook, since he has your back pack. He was glad to see you open up to him a bit, and since he no longer has his notebook, this meant he was able to place his hand on your back... to make sure you walk the right way, no other reason, right? Why would he have another reason to do that?

You make light conversation all the way to his office, discussing your major and why he decided to teach a class here at the college. The walk to his office was over in no time, but maybe that was due to the good conversation. You enter the small office and see that there isn't much inside, but then again, he's only teaching for one semester. He has an L-shaped desk, a table, a couple of filing cabinets, a mini fridge, and a small couch for office guests.

He nods to the couch for you to sit, and he places your back pack by your feet. You place his notebook on his desk next to you. He opens a drawer on the filing cabinet; it's very empty except for a few manila folders. "(Y/N)! There you are!" he exclaims while whipping your file out, "There's not much in these files yet, but they'll be filled with your papers and grades by the end of the term." He gives you a warm smile before opening the file on his desk.

You go over your contact information with him; turns out he had it all wrong somehow, so he corrects the file and returns it to his cabinet.

"Well, I've run out of excuses to keep you in my company, but you're welcome to stay and hangout here if you'd like," he says as he takes one of your hands in his.

"Well, I have another class in about an hour, and I really should eat lunch, so unfortunately, I think I've got to go."

He jumps up and opens his mini fridge, "I brought PB and J's! And I have other little snacks if you want some, like fruit cups or... whatever..." He trails off and smiles awkwardly, realizing he may have gotten a little too excited.

You giggle at him, "Seems like you really want me to stick around... I'll stay as long as you don't mind sharing." You're doing your best to keep your cool, and it helps that Robert isn't keeping his very well, but you are a little nervous, nonetheless.

Without hesitation, he hands you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "Do you want a fruit cup or pudding? Or both? I also have chips." His need to impress you elicits another giggle from you, and you ask for chips.

After getting his own sandwich and pulling out the chips, you enjoy lunch together. Him at his desk and you on the little couch.

This becomes your regular Tuesday/Thursday thing. After Robert's class, you go to his office for lunch; sometimes you bring food to share with him, too. Sometimes people stop in, students and other professors, because they all want to meet Robert De Niro. He's very good about meeting people and then getting them to leave without being rude.

Sometimes on Thursday's you pop back by his office after your other Tuesday/Thursday class, and technically his office hours have ended, but he has no problem with you being there. Typically you just see each other for a few minutes while he's packing up to leave campus, but one Thursday, you both sat on the little couch and talked for a while.

"Do you think I'm doing okay with this class? I mean I don't want it to be too easy, but I don't want to make it hard. It's an elective for most of you." He really did care about what he was teaching you from those biographies of boxers and mobsters.

"I think your discussions challenge us more than you think. I've never seen a class of students show up so prepared for every single lecture. Then again, I think we all know we'll never get a chance to take a class like this again."

"Yeah I know I don't have the normal professor experience, because I don't have any degrees and you guys all know who I am."

"You also get to pick favorites and don't get in trouble for it, because of who you are," you say giving him a side eye.

"Hey! Just because you're my favorite doesn't mean you get good grades..." He leans in a bit closer to you.

"Hmmm, so I am your favorite?"

"Of course, you are. You eat lunch with me in my office."

"Any other perks of being Mr. De Niro's favorite student?"

"Mmm, Mr. De Niro, huh? I thought I told you to call me Robert, young lady," he places a hand on your cheek with his thumb on your chin.

You give him a cheeky smile. "I'll call you Robert after you answer my question."

"Hmmm... Any other perks to being my favorite student? Besides hanging out with me and eating lunch with me..." His other arm snakes around your shoulders. "What about this?"

Before you can say anything, he pulls you close to him and lightly presses his lips to yours. You both stay like that for a long second before moving your lips together, kissing lightly over and over again.

#the pic of jimmy has me spiraling #dead 😭💀 #robert de niro #robert de niro x reader #lit professor #teacher crush #💖💖💖 #also the appropriate timing of this fic #for you back to school nerds #fanfic

[jasontoddssuper]

Everybody wants her but she wants you

Momo smiled politely at the blonde boy who walked up to her.He didn't have any maliciousness to him so she decided to not be dismissive until he proved her wrong.

"Do you want help with your stuff?"He asked,pointing at the vermillion bag she had slung over her shoulder.She waved a hand,keeping her smile on her face.

"Oh,you don't have to!It's heavy!"

He opened his mouth to say something but a buffer,redhaired boy walked up to them."I can help you.I'm strong."He flexed and winked at her and her smile widened,hiding how unimpressed she was.

She gave in and placed her bag in his arms but not before pulling out a towel so she could lay on it.When she did,another,this time blue haired,boy came up,pulled her umbrella out her bag and placed it near her in a place where it would protect her from the sun.She smiled gratefully at him and he blushed,a pleased smile on his face.She heard the blonde and redhaired boy's growl and she resisted the urge to sigh.This is why she didn't like being chased after by so many boys at once.They were always so territorial.

She looked to her left and her mood brightend when she saw Shouto sitting with his legs crossed on his own towel,wearing black swimtrunks with white skulls on it and no shirt.She went over to him,ignoring the bickering of the boys behind her,and taped his shoulder.His bored expression changed into a small but genuine smile when he saw it was her.

"Hey,Momo."

"Hey,Shouto!"

He'd rather listen to her voice than his favorite song.She looked even more beautiful than normal in her sea green bikini and her big smile(at seeing him?no,impossible)made him gooey inside.

"Is it okay if i sit with you?"

He nodded,smile growing,and scootched over to give her space and she sat down next to him.A short,pleasent silence passed as they looked at the sea together.His gaze wandered and he raised an eyebrow as he saw three boys glaring at him.Wasn't that Momo's bag the redhaired one had?

"Guys giving you too much attention as always,huh?"He didn't feel jealousy.Not anymore.He was so used to her getting romantic advances that it made him numb now.Everybody wanted her.Why would she want him?

"Yeah."She gave them a flat look and they pretended they hadn't been looking.She sighed in annoyance and he patted her head in comfort.She looked at him like she just has an idea."Lay your head in my lap-if you want to."

Shouto could hear his blood pumping."Eh?!"

"It'll make them think we're dating and they'll give up and leave me alone."She explained,blushing.Did she want him to do it,not just because they were here?Stupid hope aside,he couldn't miss this chance.

He did as she said and held back a shiver.Her chubby thighs were so soft and warm.He felt himself blush up to his ears when she smiled-a real smile-down at him and started playing with his hair.Her hands were caloused from all the battles they'd been through but that just made it even better.She was strong.Stronger than any villain.

He heard a thump and saw the boys walking away,leaving Momo's bag on the ground.She didn't stop and he didn't get up.Had she not noticed?

"They're gone."He told her.

"I know.This is nice."He wasn't imagining the happiness in her voice and eyes.

Did she want him like he wanted her?Loved him the same?

"Momo..."His mouth felt dry.Do you love me like i love you? He wanted to ask but couldn't.He could ruin everything.

"Shouto."She said,grinning at him.And he had his awnser.She was in love with him.

He grinned back and snuggled into to her lap,happier than ever.She nudged him lightly with her thigh and he looked at her curiously.

"C'mon,let's go get my things.We can keep going once we do."

Missing the feeling of her but eager to feel it again,he stood and offered her a hand,which she took.

He was liking this new begginning.

#todomomo #📒 #shae's ramblings

[babieyangyang10]

violent ends (chapter 12)

(chapter 12)

series masterlist

genre: hunger games!au

pairings: huang renjun x oc, na jaemin x oc

warnings: lots of kissing, mentions of killing, description of injuries

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Athena's POV

It took a while for Jisung's quiet sniffles to fade the night of Chenle's death. By the time Mark and I had made our way back, Jaemin and Jisung had found out the news after they saw his face among the dead in the sky. Honestly, it was almost easier for Jisung to find out that way. I know Mark was in too much pain to tell him. As for me, I don't know how I could bare to look him in those innocent eyes and tell him either. As expected, he took it pretty hard. I mean, he was his best friend. He literally cried so much, that he eventually became exhausted and fell asleep.

I took the first watch, since Mark looked like he needed rest as well. The only other person who was still up was Na Jaemin.

"What are you thinking about?" Just like when we were alone in the first days, his head was resting on my lap.

"Jeno, Renjun, and the District 5 girl are the only ones left other than us." I point out.

Focusing on the positives, he replies, "Okay, well I'm guessing they'll go after her for us, since she's alone. Hopefully, they'll kill each-other. If not, we'll do it."

My voice was in a small whisper, "And then?"

He's silent.

I know District 2 is watching me right now. The same district that attachment is only necessary when it pertains to something you need. Once you have gotten what you've needed, you have to detach yourself. Almost like how a leech sucks enough blood until their fulfilled, then falls off on their own free will.

These people have given me my fill. Mark and Jisung took Jaemin and I in, even after Jaemin was injured. However, now we are both healthy as can be. As they sleep in front of me, what is stopping us from running away or even just killing them? Friends. Something I never had before. I never understood it until now. How it means that even though I'm full, I feel obligated to them too. To give just as much as they gave me.

But they are right. This is what they warned us about. This obligation will keep me captive. Let's say that we do all make it to the end together. Even so, the games will continue until a single victor. It happens every time.

The longest was the 25th games, it lasted for a total of twenty-seven days. This year the Districts had chosen the children of their mayors. Because of growing up wealthy and sheltered, none of the kids knew anything about fighting.

So they didn't. Half of them were wiped out by vicious mutations on the third day, then eventually others by starvation. However, the Gamemakers had a twist this year. Instead of the parachutes sending things to help and aid you, they sent down things like tracker jackers and acidic rain. No longer did the tributes have to survive eachother, but instead the sponsors.

Three weeks later, only two managed to do this: a brother and sister from District 9. Hopeless and broken, they decided to draw straws to see who would survive and win. The brother ended up getting the short one and gave his sister a kiss on the cheek before she stabbed him to death.

This just proves no matter how much you care for the other survivors, the Capitol won't give up until you kill the other.

The long silence was interrupted, "You know you're my priority. Ever since the beginning, only you."

"You know what I'm saying, what I'll do if I need to." Jaemin whispers sincerely, "I know you wouldn't like it, but we promised it would be me and you in the end, right?"

I knew exactly what he was alluding to. It doesn't matter if it's Mark or Jisung, he would kill anyone so we'd survive.

"I know." I speak even through the lump in my throat. There's no point in pretending or acting like things could never possibly come to that. I mean, it's not like the games are a place where you make friends.

Jaemin is sensitive to my discomfort, "Hopefully, it won't come to that, okay?"

All I could do was respond with a nod. Let's hope it doesn't.

It's almost natural the way I once again played with his hair to calm down. I noticed that since we've been separated, time had caused his nearly-black roots to appear, fading nicely into the frosty blonde. His eyes were more sunken in and tired, but still held the same old light as he peered up at me with interest, "You really have no shame, Athena."

"What do you mean?" I tease, playing innocent like I wasn't obviously checking out the beautiful boy just seconds earlier.

Then, in a burst of affection, the boy literally almost tackles me. My elbows brace myself up on the ground, as he leans over me. Alarmed, I turn my head to see the boys fast asleep, a good distance away.

When I look back at Jaemin, I feel my head start to buzz. It's seems like so long since I've been this close to someone. A someone who is somewhere far away in this arena. Someone, who in was in this same position with the night before I came here. In a soft voice, Jaemin's voice brings me back to the present, to him.

"Please."

Not long after I nod, I feel his lips softly brush over mine. Almost as if he's testing the waters. The kiss that follows is soft and delicate, yet brief. It's like I'm a piece of glass, that he is trying his best not to break. When, he backs away to see my reaction, I nearly chase after his lips. He just laughs to himself at the display of eagerness. I move back, so I'm entirely laying on the grass.

I try to be patient, not wanting to overstep our boundaries. However, when he looks down at me with absolute adoration, I didn't stop myself from grabbing his shirt with both my hands. Once I pulled him down into an bruising kiss, I could hear him let out a content sigh.

I get lost and entirely forget where I am. Instead of in an arena, it just feels like we're two young teenagers making out under the stars. It feels normal and completely right. Out of breath, he is now laying on top of me. My mouth is open in awe, while I marvel at the feeling. Relaxing, I could feel Jaemin smiling into my neck. Even in the dark, I know the cameras can see me also smiling like a fool to the sky.

After that, Jaemin decided to take his watch and let me sleep. It was the first peaceful sleep I have had until forever. That was, of course, until a young boy named Park Jisung ruined it.

"We need water!" Beside me was a knocked out, Jaemin. He was leaning against a tree, while my head was leaning against his shoulder.

"Okay, fine. Just shush." I was trying to be wary of Jaemin, who stayed up for both of our watches.

Grabbing my stuff, I say a brief goodbye to Mark. Jisung happily follows me like a little puppy, probably glad to finally get out of the camp again.

The fresh sun illuminates the water of the lake. Birds are singing good morning to one another.  I hand my bag to Jisung, as I take out my bottle. The tiny fish quickly swim away as I fill Mark and I's bottles up with water.

I feel a tug on my leather jacket.

"Athena." Jisung was pale, looking behind me.

My head snapped around to automatically meet eyes with Lee Jeno. Across the lake, he had just arrived with Renjun.

I don't waste any time before grabbing Jisung and running into the woods behind me. However, we could only get a small distance before Jisung fell to the ground, clutching his bad leg, "I can't."

"You can. Come on." I tried to hold him up like I did during the forest fire. I could hear the two Careers just around the corner.

"I'll slow you down." Jisung begged, "You gotta go without me." 

Not even having it, I grabbed him and sat him down behind a nearby bush. Since the bush was fairly small, I had to go to the only other one across the clearing.

"Let's split up." I hear nearby.

Through a gap in the branches, I see Lee Jeno come around the corner. My heart pounds with each of his steps. Jeno gets closer and closer the bush Jisung is hiding behind. I violently curse in my head as I realized Jisung was carrying my backpack with all of my weapons in it.

I guess we're gonna have to do this a different way.

I dart out of my bush and begin running in the opposite direction of camp. That way, Jisung could hopefully make it back undetected to get help.

I don't look back at all. I just keep running until I get back to the lake. Before I can change direction, I feel someone jump on me.

Crashing down, the side of my head collides with a large boulder. At first, it's completely numb and I'm able to push the tall boy off of me.

However, once I push myself up, I start to see black and fall back to the ground.

"Hey, I got her!" Jeno yelled out to Renjun.

"We've been looking for you, pretty girl." His arms have mine completely pinned to the dirt. The more I struggle against him, the more the white dots fill up my vision.

Renjun's POV

When I run towards Jeno's voice, I eventually found the two of them.

Jeno was holding the small girl. Lee Athena's face was as white as a sheet. Blood was pouring out of her head, falling in thick drops down the side of her face. I couldn't even tell if she was even conscious at this point.

She was completely limp as the boy sat her up on her knees, "Why don't you finish her off?"

"Look who came to join us." He cooed, grabbing her hair to make her look up at me.

Her half-lidded eyes recognized me right away. Although, there wasn't any signs of fear or sadness for what she knew was about to happen to her. She almost looked like she was challenging me. You wouldn't.

Would I?

"Do it." Jeno urged me. Her chin was tilted back by his hold on her hair, neck entirely on display. My hand was tightly wrapped around the familiar blade in my hands.

I tried to quickly come up with an excuse for my next actions in my head. I mean it would have to happen eventually. At least, it would be somewhat quick.

Then, I did it.

#nct dream smut #nct smut #nct au #nct #nct dream imagines #nct dream #renjun #jaemin #jeno #haechan #jisung

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「 Myojo 2019.12 」 Nakayama Yuma with Lil Kansai interview

Talent can be discovered in unexpected places!

"Nice to meet you", the juniors passionate TALK!

"I want to see my juniors at my home town for a long time" it's Yuma's suggestion.

It's a face to face with a fresh group called Lil Kansai who has a 10 year gap in between him. ♪

An unexpected yell from their senior, lilkan was impressed!

Toa: First, let's have introductions starting with the leader!

Kotaro: I'm the leader, Okazaki Kotaro. I was appointed by Jo-kun during the recording of "Maido! Jani~".

Yuma: Are you trusted by everyone?

Kotaro: It hasn't been done at all!

Yuma: *fufu* (he is laughing)

Ruku: I'm Toma Ruku. It is said that I'm similar with Senga-kun.

Yuma: Similar!? Then, do you like dancing?

Ruku: I like it!

Fuga: Ruku has a stylish way of dancing.

Yuma: I heard about it while I was shooting, are you going in to practice, Toa-kun?

Ruku: Us three went. Right, Kota-chan?

Kotaro: Uhn, I went.

Toa: I think I'm going to start practicing dancing hip hop by next week. Ah, I'm Shimazaki Toa, my member color is red.

Yuma: Did you decide on the member color?

Toa: We've decided it together with Ohkura-kun.

Takuya: Originally, the colors was decided somehow but, Ohkura-kun made a proper decision (for the member colors). I'm also introducing myself, I'm Nishimura Takuya. My name is similar with Kimura Takuya-san.

Yuma: (looked at the kanji notation) Really! Is your motor skills good?

Takuya: I'm a second in black belt in karate in Japan. I also had an invitation from soccer club team but I entered Johnny's.

Yuma: Really!? If you (Nishimura and Fuga) had a fight here, no one will be able to stop you. (laughs) Fuga also exhibits an image of karate even on stage.

Fuga: Ah, I'm Onishi Fuga. That's right, I also do karate. I think Yuma-kun saw it when I first performed at Shochiku-za. On the other hand, Yuma-kun exhibits a good image of dancing.

Yuma: I wasn't good at all but I was trained by Yara-kun.

Kotaro: Ruku seems happy.

Yuma: Do you like Yara-kun?

Ruku: I watched "THE YOUNG LOVE DISCOTHEQUE 2019", it's so cool. What does it feel like to be trained by Yara-kun? I heard that there used to have a bamboo sword...

Yuma: He carries it! He says "Get it right!!", it's like a gag. (laughs) Is there anything that you want to do in the future?

Takuya: Our familiar goal is to have a solo performance. Among the named groups, we're the only ones who haven't performed solo yet. Shounen Ninja and the Tokyo Juniors are performing on their own at "Johnny's Ginza".

Kotaro: This year's fall and winter, we'll be back up at Naniwa Danshi and Ae! group's tour.

Fuga: If we can do it, we'll also be in it by next year.

Takuya: But it'll be meaningless if we can't fill up the audience.

Yuma: Well then, you can't just do your best right? Who are you're 5 closest seniors?

Fuga: Naniwa Danshi!

Yuma: Naniwa Danshi. When I was still in Osaka, Jo and Ohashi we're the only ones there, Daigo isn't even there yet. Moreover, right after I joined Kansai Junior, I had never participated in a Kansai Junior live show.

Lil Kansai: Eeeeh!!

Yuma: I wonder if I'm at the first live performance in Shochiku-za? There's B.A.D., BOYS, Veteran, 7WEST. I used to be silly (back then).

Fuga: Do you have some kind of rule regarding hierarchies?

Yuma: You can know what kind of position you are in Kansai Junior by position of the dressing room at Shochiku-za.

Toa: Ah~! It's still there until now.

Yuma: First of all, the room (on the left side from the stage) on the other side (when climbing the stage).

Takuya: I also moved up there since the formation of our group.

Ruku: If you enter a public bath, it somehow felt that you've become an adult.

Takuya: I know. The first bath is at UmeGei. The first 5 dressing rooms are the one closest to the shower area.

Kotaro: Just right before the seniors will come. (laughs)

Yuma: When I'm still there, it's normal when everyone says "Let's go! Let's go!"

Ruku: Even now, my seniors still invite me. I hope they'll refrain from doing it.

Yuma: When you take a bath, Bunichi-kun pretends to be naked and dead. He always do that until someone comes in.

Lil Kansai: Ahahahaha!

Yuma: He might be doing it again~that's what I thought.

Takuya: When Bunichi-kun visited (us) at Shochiku-za, he went to the bath.

Yuma: Bunichi-kun will even take a bath even when he's only visiting. Did everyone had a job in Tokyo yet?

Takuya: During that time, we were at Tokyo Dome (Johnny's Tandoku Koen "Johnny's Jr. 8.8 Matsuri ~Tokyo Dome kara hajimaru~).

Yuma: I see, how did it go? Did you get nervous?

Toa: Not that much.

Takuya: Because we had random talks with BiShounen.

Yuma: When I went to Tokyo for the first time, Kisumai we're rehearsing at Tokyo Dome. I was only 14 years old back then when Johnny-san took me around. It was awkward.

Fuga: I also took a bath at Tokyo Dome. I felt awkward when SixTONES and Snow Man came. In Kansai Junions it's only me, Taisei-kun and Kojima-kun.

Yuma: It feels like SixTONES and Snow Man are like Kisumai or KAT-TUN.

Takuya: Yeah. I also would like to know what kind of routine does Yuma-kun do before a performance.

Yuma: Two hours before the actual performance, we're stretching our body for 30 minutes. Then, practice your vocals and relax with a stretchy ball that'll make you sway. That's how I prepare for it.

Toa: Microphone...

Takuya: We're taking a bath, talking, taking a nap. Ah, but it's not about the dressing room but now I'm doing my voice training!

Kotaro: (that's) From 3 days ago. (laughs)

Takuya: It isn't! The voice training teacher said I can do it alone since I'm doing good.

Yuma: I think everyone has their own way. However, when it comes to things that you don't like, when you can do it little by little, you'll start liking it. I think that it's good to slowly add things that you like.

Takuya: It extends your strength when you start something new. I think that's what's important?

Yuma: I'm already 25 years old, it better if you'll extend your strengths but everyone is still young so I thought it would be good to learn something; you'll not know if you won't try. I still even have such a talent. I have a talent of playing the ukulele! If I had the opportunity to play ukulele during work, I practice a lot then, I became able to play lots of things.

Toa: Amazing.

Yuma: Because (your) talent could be in various things so, just keep on trying various things.

Takuya: Until now, what's the best thing that your seniors had said?

Yuma: Hmmm. There were lots of things that has been said by lots of people but I don't specifically remember who said it. (laughs) But Yasuda-kun said "it's okay to be confident but don't be overconfident", that's what I remember. It's good to have confidence, it means that you're in a good condition. I was told with this when I was 15 years old but I didn't understand what does it mean during that time. But after I became 20 years old, I started understand (what it means).

Takuya: Just like our age. It's amazing if you still remember it after 10 years.

Kotaro: Yuma-kun, when you're 15 years old, what kinds of things have you thought of?

Yuma: I wanted to do a play. I turned on the camera on private, I wrote a script and edit it, I made a short film production.

Toa: I played with my friends during school holidays. I also did it yesterday. (laughs)

Ruku: What do you mean by that?

Toa: Like I'm a director for an anime scene and reproduce it in a silly way.

Takuya: Even Kotaro started practicing the piano!

Kotaro: I only play the level of performing in our family's piano. It's still difficult to do it properly.

Fuga: But it sounds like there's a little pitch.

Kotaro: It is slightly pitched. (laughs)

Takuya: I can hit about 1/3 of the original sound.

Yuma: I was kind of careless but whatever it is, it will still have an impact in my life -- it's something that I didn't know during that time. A day might come that even playing tag may be useful too!

#magazine translation #中山優馬 #Lilかんさい #西村拓哉 #嶋﨑斗亜 #大西風雅 #岡﨑彪太郎 #當間琉巧