#djs who stay blunted

[nysrage]

THE HOUSE PARTY, Onyankopon.

synopsis: after long nights of studying & days of grueling tests, you needed an outlet to relax. you didn’t expect to do it with your crush though.

content: ony’s an alpha, college au, house party, sororities & fraternities, alcohol, explicit language, sexual tension, college ‘crush’ that’s rlly yo man, a smidge of fluff, & smut.

nys note: would you believe this was all inspired from the twitter link below… lol it’s giving ‘options’ remix for ony.

Midterms had finally come to an end and everyone on campus could finally take a deep breath. whether they passed or failed, they were all looking for an outlet to get school work off their mind. Including you. The first year of college has been an adjustment, juggling school and finally being on your own. exploring different sides of yourself, making friends and losing bonds that you thought would last forever. it could all pile up at times. plus the overwhelming tears were growing old, but you couldn’t deny that the main reason you seeked a party was because you wanted to see your lil ‘friend’ tonight too. midterms had the two of you so busy with little time to speak focused on nothing but your education. so you decided to join the scene with your girls.

The street of the apartment complex was full of people either just arriving, talking, smoking, or waiting to get behind that door of the house party. Thrumming of the speakers could be heard before even reaching the top of the stairs, the opening door pouring out clouded smoke soon as it opens. You and your group of friends navigate through the crowd. Each of your index fingers locked into eachothers belt loops so no one could get lost or pulled away without notice. The house dimmed and filled with ambient led lights. People of all different backgrounds crowded to each corner with either a cup, blunt, or some ass in their hands. Letting loose for the night and celebrating their time as a college student.

You and your group of 3 settled behind the enclosed circle of people dancing and catching ass. Finally happy with the view you had of everyone and the exits of the place, throwing back a couple shots and dancing to the music. Recording the whole moment on the camcorder your influencer bestie brought to vlog her stay. The content being provided to her back to back since the night began, and even more more since that whistle of the sorrors and frats began. The intro of ‘another nasty song’ oozing out of the speakers, groups of people surrounding the greeks as they lineup for their strolls.

The alphas happening to be right next to you and your friends, performing their stroll so perfectly. That black and old gold contrasting nicely against their skin. One alpha in particular catching your eyes. Onyankopon, your lil friend that you found yourself pinning over since you stepped onto campus. Nice chocolatey smooth skin, thick brows, full lips, and a small faded curly fro. Dimpled cheeks and pretty white teeth on display as he strolls, glancing over the surrounding people until they landed on you. Looking you over real good, biting down on his bottom lip between their signature words “Who You Wit?” Many of their seducing looks they give to their audience.

The dj transitioning into the throwbacks once the strolls were done. ‘party’ by beyoncé filling the room, as your favorite alpha towered over you. “okayy, friend! you lit huh?” you giggled, giving him a playful pat to the chest. “What’s goin’? Ain’t seen you in a minute.” acknowledging your nosy friends with a nod, busy whispering and betting on when y’all would cut the act. “Been out the way, y’all new jackets are nicee!” Toying with the zipper on his fraternities varsity jacket, looking himself over slightly with a smirk. “Preciatee it, preciatee it.. You look good too.” His monotone voice barely audible over the blasting music. Leaving you leaning in to hear his words best you could, “Huh? Couldn’t hear you.” just for ony to wrap his arm around your waist and bring you close, sexy voice speaking intently in your ear. “You look good as fuck right now.”

“Thank you.” whispering back shyly, all flustered and looking anywhere but his face. Refusing to fall into the trap of men, but the longer you two talked to each other the more you found yourself wanting him more. He was upperclass, only by a year but he was still very known around camp, and not bad looking in the least. Walking different girls to class, seducing woke with one look during his stroll, and always dressed to impress whether it’s chill or not. You wanted nothing to do with being another girl in his roster, but the two always seemed to gravitate towards each other.

Ony glanced behind him, scoping out the small space. “C’mere..” taking your hands in his and pulling you close to dance, swaying your body back and forth. Ony bending down to your height to whisper in your ear, “Missed you pretty girl.” His voice deep and smooth, traveling from your ear and straight to your core. “Looking and smelling all delicious tonight.” running his hands along your hips, admiring the slight fit your put on for the function. “Someone’s had a few, been partying good huh?” Dodging those little comments, trying your best to steer the convo but ony wasn’t having it. Not tonight. “This cool n’ all, I was really tryna be on sum chill tonight.”

“Really? after being tied down to class these past few weeks.” not convinced of anything but ony was persistent. “even after being tied down.”

Replying with a small hum, the tension between you was louder than the speakers in the room. Ony just staring at your pretty face without much to say, nerves leaving you rocking back and forth. “what..?”

“tryna follow me? need to talk to you.” Maybe it was the liquid courage but tonight you’d take your chances even if it was for one night only. So you let your friends know of your whereabouts, and followed him to his room.

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Walking around the space, taking it all in. Very neat, cozy, and smelled of mahogany teakwood. His desk area full of intricately placed papers and photos of his personal achievement, family, and friends. The click of the door and his voice pulls your mind away from the frames. “Why you keep playing?”

“We’ll your bold all of a sudden..” You huffed, typing away nervously at your phone. Randomly in your bestfriend message thread just to avoid those pretty brown eyes you always got so lost in. “M’serious. Why you playing games?”

“This got to be the liquor talking.” You chuckled, pushing your hair from in your face. “I don’t play games ony..” Finally meeting his eyes, arms crossed as the two of you went back and forth. “Mmcht, ain’t no need for liquid courage. This oblivious shit ain’t getting me where I need to be, and that’s with you.”

“There’s nothing oblivious here ony..” Trying to convince not only him but yourself. You couldn’t grow weak in the knees the first time he pressed your relationship, not when he could be filling your ear with anything he wants. “So you can tell me face to face that you don’t want me too..?” Voice sweet and sincere. His eyes darting nervously around your face waiting for your answer. Not one cocky or proud bone in his body that led you to believe he was feeding you bullshit for just another notch in his belt. All of those walls falling just enough to let him in, finally admitting to yourself that the attraction was mutual. “I c-can’t, cause I want you too.”

Ony takes a step forward, a small smile on his lips from your nervousness. Thumb lifting your chin to put that pretty face on display for him. Running the pad of his thumb along the soft skin of your face. “You know you my baby, lemme in that pretty mind of yours. So I can get to know all of you and make you mine.” and those words were sealed with the soft feeling of his lips on yours. A small peck that had you going back on every single word you meant to stand on. “You gone stay with me..?” Nodding your head with a soft smile. Ony pulling you in for yet another kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth and intertwining it with yours. Swallowing the whimper you gave him when his strong hand collided with your ass. Kiss so hot and steamy that it lead you right into his bed, where you’ve wanted to be for as long as the two of you were friends.

“o-ohh my godd!” Moaning out loud as you wanted, every sound from his room drowned out by the thrumming speakers in the distance. House party still going strong whether he’d been occupied or not.

Lips red and swollen from how much you’ve been biting down hard on your lip while ony had you in doggy, taking his deep strokes. Moans falling constantly from your lips while your warm slick pooled around his pretty brown dick. Filling you up so full and caressing that sweet spot within, strong hips colliding with your ass as ony watches the recoil. “Mmm, damn that pussy feel so fucking good.” hand gripping at your fleshy hip, eyes focused on where the two of you were connected. listening to the beautiful sounds of his heavy balls slapping against your throbbing clit, and the gushing squelch of your pussy had him losing himself inside you. His moans and groans mixing with yours as he gave you every inch of that dick. “mh—ouu, shittt. mhmm.” voice shaking from that fast approaching nut he’d been holding out on. Wanting a few more out of you himself before he was finished with you.

“Yes onyy, you fuck me so good!” but after these few words from you, he found himself letting go. “Yea, you like this dick?” hips pistoning faster, pounding into you hard and steady leaving your eyes meeting the back of your skull. Wet two-toned pussy gripping him tight to suck him in deeper, as a strings of incoherent moans were exchanged between you too. “ima give you all the dick you want.” Angling his hips towards that spot that greeted him with a stream of squirt, drenching both your thighs and his pelvis. Dick barely staying inside from how wet you were for him. Pulling out and leaving hot streams of nut on your ass, panting and moaning as he came back to. That heavy feeling of something sitting atop of your ass never fading, “Your still hard..?” you questioned, looking back at him with your pretty fucked out face. Giving him that last push to have him standing at attention again.

“you thought i was done?” he chuckled, sinking back into you with a loud squelch.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Upstairs

Barbie dolls: Blaise Zabbini x reader

Warnings: I tried to keep it gn but like it's kinda difficult to do that with smut, jealousy, Blaise is in love?, he fingers you, he cums in his pants btw, poor grammar, I think that's it

Summary: fwb kinda Blaise gets pulled upstairs by you bc you need him and he's more than happy to ditch a party for you

When Blaise first heard about a party being thrown, by your house nonetheless, he thought of you immediately. Would you be going? Are you going with your friends? What did you plan on wearing? Were you spending the whole time there? Did you plan to stop by halfway through? All things considered his mind was always plagued with you so it wasn't that out of the ordinary. Blaise asked Pansy if you were going and she told him to 'man up' and ask you himself. Which he did not. Blaise decided he would find out the night of.

He did find out the night of, you weren't coming. Blaise should've suspected. You didn't go to very many parties, even the ones a few sets of stairs away from your dorm. Too many people, too loud, too much B.O. If you did go to one Blaise noticed halfway through you'd disappear from his side and follow Pansy off to God knows where. Forty minutes or even an hour you'd come back, bee line for him, tell him you're turning in for the night and he'd walk you back to your common room. You'd always tell Blaise what shenanigans you and Pansy got up to. It was never something he'd classify as trouble making but you both had a very different definition of the word anyway. Blaise was bummed when he noticed your absence but he wasn't surprised.

Blaise stuck to Theo and Mattheo. Lorenzo had a date so he left the children in Blaise’s hands. Theo left to the dance floor with some Ravenclaw, but Mattheo stayed with Blaise. They talked next to the banister of stairs leading to the dormitories. Blaise kept an eye on Theo and Pansy.

Theo, Blaise knew would probably just head back to his dorm, Ravenclaw in tow. Pansy however had a tendency to climb on top of things, forgetting her outfit and often her state of intoxication.

Often when you did come to parties you and Blaise were on babysitting duty. You'd keep your eye on Pansy and Mattheo. Blaise had Draco and Theo. Lorenzo barely ever came.

Draco just rolled his eyes at everything everyone did and showed them the proper way. He was a snob for almost everything under the sun, wine, cheese, how to pour a beer, how to roll a blunt Theo taught him, how to properly tie a tie, proper dinner etiquette. The amount of times Blaise had heard "no elbows on the table." has made him question if the consequences were worth stabbing Draco in the eye.

Mattheo mostly kept to himself. Although if he had enough he'd take over whoever was Dj-ing, or he'd start making new drinks that had odd side effects. One night Mattheo made the whole Gryffindor house, even people who didn't come to the party, grow horns and fangs. Mattheo says he doesn't remember how he did it. Blaise doesn't believe him.

Blaise missed you, for more than a million reasons. Parties were boring without something pretty to look at, he had to babysit all of his friends alone, you were quite comforting in social situations, he could use you as a buffer when people wanted to talk to him, and Merlin you were hot.

While Blaise was having his crisis downstairs you were in your own predicament upstairs. You were gnawing at the walls kind of horny. It's all you could think of, it was tiring. You were frustrated. You've tried everything and while one or two orgasms lessened your frustration you were still pissed. You considered every option. You could feel the loud music through your floor and you knew Blaise was downstairs. This wasn’t new territory for you two. You started an odd friends with benefits expect you never clarified what you actually are situation a while ago.

It was raining outside, everyone had gone to sleep except for you and Blaise. You had started the night on opposite ends of the couch, by the time Mattheo dragged Lorenzo up the stairs you were pressed against each other. After a long moment of just staring at each other, you broke the dam. You kissed Blaise, barely a second long before you pulled away. He grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you back in. You prayed all the fish were blind that night because you were both too lazy to move to his dorm. Besides you all had roommates so the possibility of an audience would probably be lower in the common room.

Still it made you anxious to actually ask Blaise to join you in your dorm. You knew Blaise defiantly gave other people the same kind of night he’s given you. A pit of jealousy always crawled in your stomach, up your throat, and made you never speak or breathe again. But Blaise made it all worth it. He was probably enjoying himself fat the party. It’s Blaise. Well, maybe he was tolerating the party. You needed him in your bed, you needed him period. So you rounded down the stairs to the common room, still in your pajamas. The closer you got the louder the music and people became. First, you recognized the hand grabbing the bottom of the banister. Then, you heard his voice, talking Mattheo out of trouble. You slowed as you reached him. Blaise glanced up, he sighed when he saw you. Blaise noticed your outfit and gave you a confused look. Mattheo poked his head around, seeing Blaise's reaction. Mattheo rolled his eyes and leaned back. You settled a few steps above the floor, grabbing onto Blaise's hand.

"thought you weren't coming, but looking at your clothes you don't seem to be staying very long." You nodded. You leaned over the banister, getting into Blaise's face. He held his breath, staring blankly at you. You kissed the corner of his mouth before pressing your lips to his temple.

"come upstairs with me?" You wanted it as a statement, but it fell like a question. Blaise gave you a soft smile. He shoved his cup into Mattheo's hands and sprinted up to your step. Mattheo yelled something about a condom, to which Blaise flicked his wand at him. Blaise's drink spilled over Mattheo's head. Mattheo huffed. You pulled Blaise up the stairs by his hand. When you reached your dorm, Blaise pulled you closer to him. He interlocked his fingers behind your back, his arms around your waist. You rested your arms over his shoulders.

“Scale 1 to 10, how intoxicated are you?” You mumbled. You knew you sounded kinda geeky, but you knew better than to sleep with someone drunk. You had morals. Blaise hummed and kissed your cheek.

“Negative five.” You rolled your eyes. Blaise rubbed your back, slipping his fingers under the hem of your shirt. He explained how he had only arrived a few minutes before you came bounding down the stairs. You squished your lips to the side. Blaise hummed in question. You nodded.

“I suppose we could continue.”

“Oh you suppose, do you?” Blaise gave you a mocking smile. You hummed and pulled him into a kiss. He tightened his arms around you. You nipped at his bottom lip. Blaise opened his mouth for you, letting you slip your tongue to meet his. You dropped your hands to his collar. You made fast work of unbuttoning Blaise's shirt, throwing it somewhere in your room. You walked him back. His legs hit your bed. You pushed Blaise down before straddling him. He ran his hands up the back of your thighs moving to the small of your back. As you tilted his head back, giving yourself a better angle, Blaise dragged his hands down your back, slipping past the band of your pajama pants. He gripped your ass. Your stomach twisted as you thought of all the times he’d done that to someone else. All the times Blaise had someone else’s tongue in his mouth. How many people he’d seen wrapped in his sheets. How many people he felt naked and pressed against him. You pulled back away from him. Blaise seemed to sense the change in the air, pulling his hands back to safety on your hips.

“You okay?” You sucked in a breath and sat back. You stared down at your hands slowly slipping away from his chest. Blaise gently pulled both your hands into his. He whispered your name. You stared into his eyes.

“Am I your favorite?” Blaise titled his head to the side. You still felt sick thinking other people pushing their hands past the band of his boxers.

“Favorite what?” You rolled your eyes at him. Lorenzo could play off the oblivious act but not Blaise. He said far too many filthy things in your ear for you to believe him. You gave him a knowing look. Blaise opened his mouth in realization.

“Ah.” You nodded. You pressed your lips together, feeling you already knew the answer. You weren’t entirely sure you could handle him actually saying it out loud. You already missed the feeling of his hands down your pants. You could feel the rejection boiling in your stomach. Blaise pressed his hand under your chin, pulling you to look up at him. Blaise gently pecked your cheek.

“Of course, baby.” You shook your head. He tutted. You glared at him.

“Stop looking at me like that. All pouty.” You glared at him more. Blaise rolled his eyes.

“You make my breath stop. Everyone knows how i feel about you. I don’t even look at other people like that anymore. It’s just you on my mind, darling.” Blaise pressed his hand to the back of your neck. You pulled him back into the kiss, this time with more fervor. Blaise understood you excepted that answer and wanted to pick up where you left off. He tugged at the hem of your shirt. You quickly pulled it off and flung it in the same direction you did for his shirt.

Blaise dropped his head to your chest. He pressed his lips to your collarbone, pulling the skin into his mouth. You moaned and traced your fingertips over his head. Blaise dragged his teeth over the new mark. You exhaled and gripped his shoulders tighter. You dropped your hands to his pants, tugging at the band. Blaise shook his head.

"No baby, clearly you're questioning my love for you. Gotta prove it to you, hm?" Blaise pushed you back against your sheets. He pulled your pants and underwear down, dropping them over the edge of your bed. Blaise gently blew between your thighs. You groaned. Blaise smiled at you before lowering his head. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue. Blaise nipped at the inside of your thighs before kissing your happy trail.

Blaise dragged his hand down your side. Blaise very gently pushed two of his fingers into your hole. You groaned and lulled your head to the side. He moved his fingers making you moan more. Blaise kept his pace as he moved up and connected your lips. You cupped his cheeks as he met your tongue with his. Blaise grinded down against your sheets as he swallowed your moans.

His underwear was just rough enough for him to know he'll be finishing without your touch tonight. Blaise quickened his pace with his fingers making your chest heave and your fingers dig into his shoulders. You felt your stomach tighten as you arched your back. Blaise moved his mouth to your neck as he kept his pace with both his hips against your sheets and his fingers moving in you.

You moaned loudly cumming around his fingers. Blaise pressed his face against your bare chest as he came in his boxers completely untouched. Your breath returned to normal as Blaise slowly moved his hands away from between your legs. Blaise wrapped his arms around you and pressed his face further into your chest. You massaged his scalp as he came down from his own high.

Blaise peppered kisses against your stomach as he sat up. He told you he'd be back in a moment. You heard your bath running in your bathroom. Blaise came back to you, pushing your hair away from your face as he pulled you into your bathroom. Blaise joined you in the bath. He took his time to run through your entire routine. He washed your body, face, hair, and massaged your body once you made it back to your bed. By the time your roommates came back from the party your curtains were drawn and you were asleep in his arms.

[koffeewife]

SHURI X JAMAICAN READER

Summary: A night out at the club takes a bit of a turn when y/n’s favorite song comes on and she starts drunkenly singing it to shuri , it’s the songs unique lyrics that takes shuri over the edge…

Warnings: tipsy reader, high reader, high shuri, implies smut (I’m too scared I’ll ruin it if I write smut lol)

(A/N: post writing this I am just gonna say hats off to all the writers on this platform because it is so fucking hard to translate an idea into a flowing story and I think this is the first and last time I try to do so 😭)

Soooo I’ve been on tumblr for a while reading and interacting but I never dared to write anything..but THIS scenario played out so nice while I was driving and smoking. This song was playing and it started from there you can listen to it but idk if it’ll actually go with the story so the choice is yours. If this is shit tell me immediately I’ll take it down and stfu forever 😭🫶🏾

I don’t plan on translating the patois in the dialog but if it’s necessary pls lmk and I’ll add it !

…here we go🫣 *inhales*

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1:00AM at the club was your favorite time because the normal DJ switched out for a Jamaican one. Who so happens to be your favorite cousin.

You and Shuri decided to go out together to get some drinks in a more social environment rather than staying in like you had for the last year. Getting tired of hearing the complaints that “ Y/N put a spell on our Queen” or better yet “The Queen is pussy whipped” This was the perfect place to show face and vibe discreetly.

You made the final lick to seal your third blunt of the night. The bass in the club going hard to ‘The Harder They Fall’ by Koffee.

“Perfect song to spark the blunt to.” Shuri your girlfriend of 3 years chuckled.

The first pull was harsh but the second was sweet. That’s how you earned the name sour patch from your stoner friends.

“Here baby” you passed the blunt over. When your eyes locked so did your knees, it was a good thing you were sitting.

“You know you look really good when you’re high.” You boldly said. Shuri chuckled in reply and took a hit.

“If you think I look good so good sthandwa , dance with me”

She abruptly got up and put the blunt out, which forced you as well since you rested on her chest . As you two made your way towards the dance floor you locked eyes with your cousin.

When you saw that dumbass look on her face from the DJ booth you knew she was about to troll you in some way. The previous song seamlessly began blending into an intro you knew too well.

(start playing song here)

*Flash Back*

“Y/N long time mi nuh see yuh up weh mi spin yuh kno!” Your cousin said over wine at her place.

“It haad fi lef yuh yaad when it hold suh much luv .” You chuckled. Shuri was by no means keeping you from going out. It was more so you kept each other inside.

“Suh it guh when yuh get a gyal wid a ten outta ten ehhhhh!” You couldn’t help but bust out at the song reference she made.

“Gyal yuh nuh easy!” You laughed .

*Flash Back Over*

As soon as the bass dropped in the song you turned your back to Shuri to whine your waist.

Gyal , your pussy good mi gi’ you

10 outta 10

Up inna mi bed mi want you spread out again

“Careful, this same waistline is how you got stuck in the house for a year.” Shuri whispered in your ear, her waist keeping up with yours as she caught everything you threw.

What a body good , like you mek

outta gem

Hot inna your clothes when you

Step out again

“I’m just showing appreciation for the song choice it’s a tribute to you My Queen.” It came out a lot more breathless than you would have liked but truth be told her waistline was now leading and it was making you dizzy.

A just 10 outta 10 outta 10

Outta 10

Open up your book and mek

Mi tek out mi pen

You turned around to sing the chorus directly to her and the more words you said the darker her eyes sets.

“Slow whine gyal, your so fine

Pussy mek mi cum in no time” you sang.

Even under the club lights you could see the desire swimming in her eyes at the vulgar words you sang to her in your native tongue.

Without you even noticing her hand slide up to house your throat . “ nkosazana uyayazi ukuba indenza ntoni?” (Princess, do you have any idea what that does to me ?) Shuri rasped in your ear over the music.

You couldn’t do anything but stare at her like she hung the stars in the sky herself. The same effect that patois had on her, Xhosa had on you.

It was an instant panty soaker.

“masigoduke ndizokwazi ukubuyisa imbeko sithandwa sam” (let’s go home so I can return the tribute my love.) she ghosted over your lips.

Eyes heavy from the blunts , drinks , and Shuri’s goal to have cum untouched by her voice alone . You closed the gap between you two . The kiss was slow and deep but by no means was it romantic.

Her tongue danced with yours aiming to fuck you in the filthiest reaches of your mind. You knew if you didn’t leave now you would absolutely let her take you where you stood and no one would dare to try and stop the Black Panther .

You reluctantly broke the kiss with a gasp “yes.home.now.come” you spoke all at once and out of order.

You heard her laughing behind you as you practically dragged her off the floor.

“So you think I’m a 10 out of 10 ehhh” she teased . You tried to keep a straight face but failed thinking you both knew that you were both the 10’ s that made up the highest score.

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*nervous chuckle*😅

[thebunnednun]

The Fawn and the Wolf - John Wick X Assassin! Reader (Part 2)

Warning: Eventual smut, Violence, Size difference, predictor/prey, and other kinks. Age gap as well as Angst.

Summary:

"Who the hell wants to marry a man they've never met?" Certainly not you. After staging your own death to escape a forced marriage orchestrated by your ruthless family, they retaliate by sending the infamous John Wick after you. Now, you're fucked in more ways than one. Evading Baba Yaga himself is no easy feat, especially when he's sympathetic to your plight but bound by a marker to bring you back.Amidst the chaos, you find yourself unexpectedly drawn to John, his allure undeniable as you embark on a thrilling game of cat and mouse across the globe. As the stakes escalate and the danger intensifies, you're caught between loyalty and freedom, you face a daunting choice that could change your life forever.What are you going to do? Marry the man your family has picked for you? Or do you start over with the surprisingly kind killer you meet?

Notes:

In this narrative, certain deceased characters resurface, their roles pivotal to the plot, although not all events adhere strictly to canon. The timeline aligns closely with the events leading up to the fourth movie. The only original characters are your family members. I will add a playlist for this later.

-----------------------Chapter 2:First meetings---------------------------

The lively bar in Tokyo buzzed with energy, a stark contrast to the looming tension back home. Neon lights flickered across the walls, casting vibrant hues over the patrons. Laughter and chatter filled the air, blending with the clinking of glasses and the soft hum of music.

[Name] leaned back in her seat, nursing a ginger ale. She wore a black wig with blunt bangs that framed her face, the strands falling just above her shoulders. Her eyes, usually a striking color, were hidden behind dark contacts, and her eyelids were painted with black eyeshadow that accentuated the intensity of her gaze. Deep red lipstick added a touch of drama, contrasting sharply with her glowy skin. Her attire was simple but effective—a fitted black dress paired with  heeled ankle boots, perfect for blending into the bar's eclectic crowd.

Michelle sat across from you, elegant and poised despite the chaos around them. She sipped her cocktail with a graceful motion, her platinum blonde hair cascading in gentle waves over her shoulders. The small crucifix at her collarbone glinted in the neon lights. Her calm, serene demeanor contrasted sharply with the raucous energy of the bar. She adjusted the black mask on her face, a precaution you insisted upon. Draped over her shoulders was a bulletproof suit jacket, a subtle but necessary measure of safety.

Michelle sipped her cocktail, her eyes thoughtful as she glanced around the bar. "You know we have to go back eventually," she said, her voice barely audible over the din.

[Name] rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her ginger ale. "You know why I'm not going back," she replied, her tone carrying a hint of amusement. 

"But staying here isn't going to solve anything."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "It’s not about solving things, it’s about taking a breather. We’re not robots, Michelle. We need to live, even if it’s just for a night."

“Shouldn’t I be telling you this?”

[Name] glanced around the bar. Groups of locals were engaged in animated conversations, a couple shared a quiet moment in the corner, and a group of salarymen laughed loudly at the bar, their ties loosened and faces flushed from alcohol. A DJ was setting up in the far corner, preparing to spin tracks for the night ahead.

You were smart enough to call your friends ahead of time and make sure you’d never be alone. Just trying to lay low on your own would’ve been fine. But you weren’t going to chance things with Michelle, again. She came with you and now you were responsible for her until you could sneak her back home. 

As Michelle finished her drink, she leaned back and observed [Name] with a mix of concern and curiosity. "You can’t hide forever, you know. They’ll find you."

[Name] shrugged, her expression unreadable. "Let them try."

Michelle reached out and touched your hand gently. "Just... be careful. You know Nick worries about you." She wrapped her soft fingers around yours in a gesture of comfort. 

“Good, then he should be worried about what I’ll do if he doesn’t call off the marriage.”

“I think he should worry about what you’ll do if he does find you.”

A shadow passed over [Name]'s face at the mention of Nick. You glanced at your best friend, seeing the genuine concern in her eyes. 

"I’ll be fine, Michelle. I always am."

The two women sat in silence for a moment, the vibrant energy of the bar continuing to swirl around them. Michelle adjusted her mask, her eyes scanning the room for any potential threats, while [Name] tried to allow herself a brief moment of peace, knowing that their respite in this lively Tokyo bar was only temporary.

—--

John sat in a dimly lit room, the low hum of the bustling Tokyo nightlife seeping through the thin walls. The room was modest, a stark contrast to the opulence of his previous visit to the Morales estate. A single lamp on the bedside table cast a warm glow, illuminating the map of the city spread out before him. He traced a route with his finger, eyes narrowing as he considered his next move.

His phone buzzed, the name "The King" flashing on the screen. He picked up, leaning back against the headboard, and let out a sigh. "What’s the news?"

"John," the Bowery King's voice was a low rumble, tinged with concern. "Fawn doesn’t seem to be in New York. I can’t catch a word of this girl anywhere. Nick’s old apartment was torched a few days ago. Same situation like that Cordelia lady. Tenants are fine, but it’s clear someone wanted to cover their tracks."

John ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his eyes. "So she’s on the move. Any leads?"

"Seems that way. Any luck on your end?" the King asked, the sound of shuffling papers in the background. 

John glanced around the small room, the city’s neon glow seeping through the window, a sense of weariness settling in. "Japan's been a maze. I’ve been to enough local bars to last a lifetime. No sign of her."

The King chuckled softly. "Well, Japan’s a big place. Maybe you’re just not looking in the right spots."

John rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the exhaustion. "I’ve tried using the tracking devices, King. She’s still off the grid. Whoever’s helping her knows what they’re doing."

“What if no one’s helping her at all?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, the sound of the King's thoughtful hum barely audible. "Then she’s resourceful, I’ll give her that. But everyone slips up eventually. Maybe she’ll reach out to someone, or make a move that puts her back on our radar."

John’s eyes drifted to the window, where the neon lights of Tokyo flickered like distant stars. "I’ve been watching for any signs. But it’s like she’s vanished into thin air."

"Keep at it, John," the Bowery King said, his voice a mix of encouragement and command. "You’re the best at what you do. If anyone can find her, it’s you."

John's grip tightened on the phone. “Thanks. Just keep feeding me any information you get."

"Will do," the King replied. 

"And John?”

“Yeah?”

“Be careful. She’s not just any mark."

John's lips twitched into a faint smile. "I know. She’s a ghost.”

“But I’m good at chasing ghosts."

“Get back out there, I’ll be down in a minute.”

As the call ended, John placed his phone on the table and looked at the map once more. His mind raced with possibilities, each lead a thin thread that could either unravel the mystery or lead him deeper into the labyrinth. He stood up, stretching his muscles, and walked to the window, the city’s glow reflecting in his eyes.

He would find you. It was just a matter of time.

---

In the heart of Tokyo, amidst the sea of neon and noise, John blended into the crowd. He moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning every face, every corner. The bar scene was familiar now, each visit a repetition of the same routine—asking questions, showing pictures, observing reactions. Tonight, he entered another bar, its exterior marked by a flickering sign in kanji.

Inside, the atmosphere was lively. Patrons crowded around small tables, sharing drinks and stories. The air was thick with the scent of sake and grilled skewers. John made his way to the bar, ordering a drink to blend in. As he sipped his whiskey, his eyes never stopped moving.

He pulled out his phone, checking the tracker’s line David slipped him once more. The small dots representing the tracking devices were still offline, lost in the ether. Frustration gnawed at him, but he kept his expression neutral. He leaned back, casually observing the room through the mirror behind the bar.

A group of young professionals laughed loudly at a nearby table, their animated gestures creating a stark contrast to his stillness. A couple whispered to each other in a corner, their heads close together. The bartender moved with practiced ease, serving drinks and chatting with regulars.

John's mind wandered back to the conversation with the Bowery King. The Fawn was good—too good. Your ability to stay off the grid was impressive, but it only fueled his determination. He would find you, and when he did, he’d have to decide what came next.

The bar door swung open, a gust of cool night air swirling in. John glanced up, his heart skipping a beat as a familiar figure entered. But it was just a fleeting resemblance, another false lead. He sighed, finishing his drink and signaling for another. 

As he waited, he pulled out his phone again, scrolling through the messages and photos the King had sent him. Each one a piece of the puzzle, a clue to her whereabouts. He focused on photo of Michelle, studying the background details, searching for anything that might give her away.

The bartender placed another glass of whiskey in front of him, nodding respectfully. John acknowledged it with a brief nod, his mind still deep in thought. He’d been to bars, clubs, and underground spots all over Tokyo. The city’s nightlife was a labyrinth, and somewhere within it, you were hiding.

John Wick, the Baba Yaga, was on your trail. And he wouldn’t stop until he found you.

–

The two women conversed in hushed tones, their words masked by the surrounding noise. “Tu sais que tu dois rentrer un jour,” Michelle began, her French elegant and measured.

("You know you have to go back one day.")

[Name] rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her drink. “Je sais pourquoi je ne veux pas rentrer,” she replied, her tone crass and tired.

("You know why I don't want to go back.")

Michelle’s eyes softened as she looked at her friend. “Ce que tu as fait à l’appartement de Nick… des gens auraient pu être blessés.”

("What you did to Nick's apartment... people could have been hurt.")

[Name] shrugged, her expression unrepentant. “J’ai fait ça des dizaines de fois. Je m’en fiche plus.”

("I've done this dozens of times. I don't care anymore.")

Michelle shook her head, clearly disapproving. “Je n’ai jamais été d’accord avec les actions de mon mari,” she said quietly.

("I've never agreed with my husband's actions.")

[Name] leaned back in her chair, her gaze hardening. “Vous aimez Nick, mais vous n’auriez jamais dû vous marier.”

("You love Nick, but you should never have married.")

Michelle’s calm demeanor remained unshaken. “Comme Aaron et Amalia?” she countered coolly.

("Like Aaron and Amalia?")

The mention of Amalia’s marriage made [Name] clench her jaw. She didn’t lash out at Michelle, but the anger was evident. “Je souhaite que nous soyons nés dans un monde sans de telles horreurs cachées. Que nous soyons tous nés normaux et heureux.”

("I wish we were born into a world without such hidden horrors. That we were all born normal and happy.")

Michelle reached out, wrapping her arms around [Name], pulling the smaller girl into a comforting embrace. [Name] never cried, especially not in public, but she felt that familiar pressure behind her eyes. She took a deep breath, pushing the emotion down, and exhaled slowly through her nose.

As the feeling subsided, she coughed lightly and signaled to the bartender. “お会計をお願いします,” she requested, handing Michelle some money for the tab.

("The check, please.")

“Viens avec moi aux toilettes,” she added, standing up.

("Come with me to the bathroom.")

Before leaving, [Name] caught the eyes of a few young people in the bar—old acquaintances. You signaled that you were heading home, and they acknowledged you with nods and thumbs up. Together, You and Michelle made your way to the restroom, the bar patrons oblivious to the gravity of their conversation.

In the restroom, you splashed water on your face, the cold liquid grounding her thoughts. Michelle stood beside you, silently offering support. The restroom was quiet, a stark contrast to the lively bar outside. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, casting a harsh light on their reflections.

“Tu sais que je m’inquiète pour toi,” Michelle said softly, her voice filled with concern.

("You know I'm worried about you.")

[Name] looked at her reflection, seeing the weariness in her own eyes. “Je sais, Michelle. Mais je dois faire ça.”

("I know, Michelle. But I have to do this.")

Michelle sighed, wrapping an arm around [Name]'s shoulders. “Je comprends. Mais fais attention, d’accord?”

("I understand. But be careful, okay?")

[Name] nodded, taking a deep breath. “Toujours.”

("Always.")

They left the restroom together, [Name] signaling to the young men again as they exited the bar. The night was still alive with activity, the neon lights casting colorful reflections on the wet flooring. [Name] pulled her coat tighter around her, the chill of the bar air a sharp reminder of the world she was trying to escape.

As they walked, [Name] couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, the sense of an impending confrontation looming over her. She had evaded many hunters before, but Nick was different. He was relentless, and she knew that eventually, their paths would cross.

‘Annoying ass Fucker.’

For now, you would continue to evade, continue to survive. 

But the game of cat and mouse was far from over.

[Name] turned to Michelle, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Veux-tu aller faire du shopping?” she asked in French.

("Do you want to go shopping?")

Michelle smiled, about to respond when [Name] abruptly bumped into a figure she hadn't noticed. Startled, she stumbled slightly, and strong hands caught her waist, steadying her. She looked up to see a man with a chiseled jawline, piercing chocolate eyes, and a ruggedly handsome face framed by slightly tousled dark hair. His presence was commanding, his stance solid, and his suit impeccable, tailored to perfection. His broad shoulders and muscular build made him stand out, even in the crowded bar.

[Name] felt her heart skip a beat, but she quickly masked her shock, not wanting to draw attention.

“Je suis désolée,” [Name] stammered in French, still shaken by the sudden contact.

("I’m sorry.")

John’s grip was firm but gentle. He replied smoothly, his French impeccable. “Pas de problème.”

("No problem.")

Their eyes locked momentarily, and a subtle feeling passed between them. She noticed the rugged features of the person before her, his warm hands on her waist, and the sharp lines of his suit. He noticed how her eyes seemed to emit light even in the dimly lit bar and how soft her hands were on his chest. There was an unspoken connection, a magnetic pull that took them both by surprise. Realizing his hands were still on her, she gently pulled away.

John, ever the gentleman, released her immediately. Michelle, quick on her feet, began to apologize in a mix of broken English, French, and Japanese. “We’re so sorry, sir! It was an accident. Désolée. 本当にすみません。”

John responded in both languages, his tone calm and reassuring. “It’s fine. No harm done. Ce n’est rien. 大丈夫です。”

Both women avoided eye contact, feeling the weight of the moment. [Name] bowed to John before grabbing Michelle’s hand, pushing her forward. “We’ve had a bit too much to drink,” she said, her voice carrying a false lightness.

John insisted on walking them to a door. “Let me help you get a cab. It’s safer.”

The bar around them was lively, with patrons laughing and drinking, oblivious to the tension. The bartender glanced over, recognizing the signal from [Name], and subtly nodded. [Name]’s comrades watched from a distance, trying to act normal. Even the DJ lowered the music subtly. Michelle accepted John’s offer to avoid suspicion, while you debated whether to take his life in the alleyway. Instead, you dismissed the thought, knowing it would complicate everything.

The mental strain was evident as you finally accepted John’s help. He hailed a taxi, assisting you both into the cab with a courteous smile. “Have a good night. Be safe,” he said in both languages, waving them off.

"Bonne nuit," they replied, waving as the cab pulled away. 

John returned to the bar, the encounter replaying in his mind. There was something familiar about the younger woman. He took out the photo of [Name] again, studying her eyes. A curse slipped from his lips as realization struck—you had just slipped out of his hands, quite literally.

Inside the taxi, You sighed, leaning back against the seat. “That was too close,” you muttered.

Michelle, still processing the encounter, nodded. “Did you know who that man was?”

You shook your head, trying to dispel the lingering warmth of John’s touch. “Whether I know him or not doesn’t matter. As long as he didn’t see me.”

The taxi sped through the bustling streets of Tokyo, neon lights flashing by. As they drove away, [Name] couldn’t help but glance back through the Taxi mirror, a part of her still caught in the intensity of John’s gaze.

[Name] leaned back in the taxi, the tension of the encounter still palpable. She turned to Michelle. "Hand me your mirror. I need to fix my lipstick."

Michelle, ever prepared, reached into her bag and pulled out a small compact mirror. [Name] flipped it open, but as she checked her reflection, her heart sank. Her colored contacts were gone. Your natural eye color, a distinguishing feature, was now visible.

You leaned back in the taxi, your fingers trembling slightly as you adjusted the mirror.

Michelle, noticing your distress, asked, "Did you lose them in the restroom?"

[Name] cursed under her breath. "He saw my real eyes."

Michelle's calm demeanor faltered, a flicker of concern crossing her face. "Shit."

“Michelle!”

Trying to steady her breathing, [Name] grabbed her phone, dialing her contact at the bar. Meanwhile, in the bar, John sipped his new drink, his sharp eyes scanning the room, every detail scrutinized. The bartender kept a close watch on him, noting his every move. Some of [Name]’s friends discreetly slipped out the back door, readying a safe passageway.

When the call connected, [Name] spoke urgently, "Has he been asking about us?"

At that moment, John approached the bartender. "How long were those two women here?"

The bartender, careful not to reveal too much, replied, "Not long. They were just passing through."

Lowering his voice, the bartender spoke into the phone, "The Wolf is after you."

A chill ran down [Name]’s spine. "Thanks," she whispered, ending the call.

You stopped the French and caught the driver's attention in Japanese. “The club on 43rd street please. And step on it.”

As they sped through the neon-lit streets, [Name] tried to focus on the task at hand, pushing down the emotion and fear that threatened to overwhelm her.

Michelle looked apprehensive. "What's going on?"

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady. "The family sent death himself after me. We need to get you back home, now ."

Michelle sighed, pulling the suit jacket tighter around her stomach. "Of course they did."

The taxi driver sped through Tokyo's neon-lit streets, each light casting fleeting shadows across their faces. Within minutes, they arrived at a bustling dance club, its neon sign flickering in the rain. The pulsating music and vibrant lights offered a temporary refuge. As they stepped out of the cab, [Name] pulled Michelle close. 

"Stay with me."

Inside, the club was a riot of color and sound. The dance floor was packed with people, their bodies moving to the heavy beat of the music. Patrons laughed and shouted, oblivious to the danger that just walked in. [Name] quickly scanned the room, her eyes darting from face to face, searching for any sign of threat or familiarity.

"We'll blend in here for a bit," You said, guiding Michelle to the dance floor. "Then we’ll make our move."

Michelle nodded, her trust in you unwavering. "Lead the way."

As they danced through, [Name] tried to focus on the rhythm of the music, but her mind was racing. The encounter with John had rattled her more than she wanted to admit. His presence was a stark reminder of the life she was trying to escape. She had to stay focused, keep Michelle safe, and stay one step ahead of the hunter on her trail.

Back at the bar, John was piecing together the clues. He pulled out the photo of Michelle again, studying the neon sign, now realizing it was the same bar he was sitting in. He flipped it over on the back to find a phone number. When he called it, it found the dance club you had just escaped to. 

On the dance floor, [Name] and Michelle moved through the crowd, their movements purposeful yet unassuming. The beat of the music pounded in [Name]’s chest, a constant reminder of the urgency of their situation. You had to keep moving, stay ahead of John, and find a way to escape the tightening noose of your family's relentless pursuit.

–

[Name] pushed Michelle into the bathroom, her grip firm yet protective. She quickly scanned the stalls, ensuring they were empty before locking the door. The pounding beat of the club's music was muffled but still palpable through the walls.

"Michelle, we need to change now," [Name] said, urgency threading her voice. She opened her purse, pulling out a neatly folded bulletproof suit. The fabric was deceptively lightweight, designed to look like part of a club scene, complete with strategic glow stick attachments that would make it blend seamlessly into the flashing lights and neon ambiance of the dance floor.

Michelle, visibly shaken, looked at [Name] with wide eyes. "You planned this?" she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and admiration.

"Of course. I won’t let anything happen to you," [Name] replied, handing her the suit. "Now, hurry."

Michelle stepped into one of the stalls, quickly shedding her previous clothes. When she emerged, she was a vision of tactical elegance. The suit, covered in iridescent panels that glowed under UV light, hugged her frame perfectly. She looked like she belonged in the club, yet was protected head to toe.

[Name] handed her a short red wig, which Michelle slipped on, adjusting it to cover her natural hair. As Michelle finished, [Name] began her own transformation, changing into a sleek two-piece outfit . She topped it with Michelle’s previous black suit jacket, which added a layer of sophistication and protection.

Next, [Name] took off her makeup, wiping away the bold black eyeshadow but keeping the deep red lipstick. Her face now almost bare, she looked at Michelle, who had tears brimming in her eyes. 

"We have to get you home, Michelle. I’ve already made the arrangements. Just act natural and stay calm. I won’t let anything happen to you. Do you have your gun?"

Michelle nodded, her eyes red from holding back tears. "I just… I don’t want to leave you," she sniffled. 

[Name] squared Michelle’s shoulders, looking her in the eye with unwavering determination. 

"You have to go. We don’t have a choice."

Michelle took a deep breath, steeling herself. [Name] hugged her tightly, a fierce protectiveness emanating from her. You pulled a small pistol from the cleavage of your outfit and slipped it into one of Michelle’s sneakers.

"That’s for just in case," You said, your voice low and serious.

Michelle nodded, feeling the weight of the gun but also the reassurance of your careful planning. 

They exited the bathroom, blending seamlessly back into the chaotic energy of the club.

The pulsating rhythm of the music reverberated through the crowded club, filling the air with an electrifying energy. [Name] and Michelle moved in sync with the beat, their bodies swaying to the music as they navigated through the sea of dancers.

As they made their way toward the back of the club, [Name]'s beeper buzzed in her pocket, signaling a message from her friends. "They're waiting for us in the back," you shouted over the music to Michelle, gesturing in the direction of the exit.

But before they could reach safety, you felt a familiar aura appear in the crowd. You craned your neck to the entrance and saw him—John Wick. His presence sent your nerves to drop in the pit of your stomach, but you pushed aside your apprehension and focused on getting Michelle to safety.

Just as John spots you and begins to make his way over, the DJ, recognizing the perfect moment, cranks up the volume and declares, "It's time to BOOGY, people!" The crowd erupts into cheers, their enthusiasm fueling the atmosphere with an electric buzz.

"We have to go, now!" [Name] urged, her voice barely audible over the booming bass of the music. She tightened her grip on Michelle's hand and quickened their pace, dodging through the crowd as John began moving closer in on them.

As the pulsating rhythm of " YEAH !" by Usher and Lil Jon floods the club, [Name] and Michelle find themselves swept up in the contagious energy, their bodies barely avoiding the onslaught of dancers shaking to the beat. The sickening neon lights strobe around them, casting dynamic shadows on the dance floor as they weave through the crowd.

Seizing the opportunity, you grabbed Michelle's hand and broke into a sprint, pushing through the mass of dancing bodies as John's figure faded into the chaos behind them. The lyrics of the song echoed in your mind, driving you forward as you raced toward the safety of the back exit, your hearts pounding with adrenaline. Just before you passed another stage, a man with a red electric guitar caught your eye. 

“Go with Bonnie and don’t leave until I get there!” You pass Michelle's hand to your old friend. He had appeared out of the crowd with his easy smile and a cheeky look in his large green eyes. His long turquoise hair was tied into two pigtails with his bangs framing his cheekbones. He waved to both of you before grabbing the older woman's hand and bowing slightly to her.

“I got you, lady. Go take care of business.” He spun Michelle close to him before joining the other musicians on stage. You breathed out a sigh of relief before turning around. 

"Up in the club with my homies, trying to get a lil' V-I

Keep it down on the low-key (low-key)

You should know how it feels (hey!)"

As the pulsating beats of the music filled the air, [Name] materialized before John like a phantom emerging from the shadows. She offered him a curt nod of acknowledgment before speaking, her voice cutting through the cacophony of the club.

In the midst of the chaotic crowd, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Fancy meeting you here," she quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she assessed him with a knowing gaze. "Got business with me?"

John's response was a simple nod, his expression unreadable as he regarded you. His expression guarded yet determined. Your outfit had changed as well as your makeup. You were smaller than he had anticipated, yet there was an undeniable aura of danger that surrounded you, casting a mesmerizing allure that drew his gaze. Your eyes, bright with a fierce determination, practically glowed with an intense energy as you regarded him with an intensity that sent warm tingles down his spine.

He knew he had to tread carefully with you, aware of the danger that lurked beneath your composed facade.

With a heavy sigh, you glanced around at the innocent club-goers, your mind racing with the implications of the encounter. Professionals had standards, after all. With a resigned eye roll, you gestured for John to follow you, leading him towards the center of the dance floor. 

As they weaved through the pulsating mass of bodies, their exchange grew heated. Your eyes flashed with defiance as you warned John of the consequences of meddling in your affairs.

 "Leave, or I'll burn this club down around us," you spat, your tone laced with a deadly promise.

John, caught off guard by your forwardness, couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration for your unwavering resolve. But his curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't resist testing your waters.

“What about your little friend in the red wig?”

The mention of Michelle ignited a fire within you, your anger simmering just beneath the surface. You offered John a sweet smile and for a moment he forgot himself as he looked into your eyes. Even in the dim lighting of the club he could tell the pictures didn’t do you justice. 

Too bad for him. Without hesitation, you delivered a swift heel to John's crotch, a silent warning that spoke volumes.

“ FUCK ! ”

As John winced, doubling over in pain. Looking up, he realized that in the second it took him to look down, you had already vanished. Leaving him cursing under his breath as he pushed through the throng once more. “ Bratty little- ”

“Over here!~” 

John redirected his attention to a nearby dance stage, where the music beckoned them with its seductive rhythm. With a playful smirk, you mouthed the lyrics of the song, your movements fluid and enticing while unbuttoning your suit jacket. 

"I saw this shorty, she was checking up on me

From the game she was spitting in my ear

You would think that she know me (know me)

She's saying 'come get me' (come get me)”

Mouths moving in sync with the lyrics, you tantalize John with a mesmerizing display of movement. You drop the jacket past your ass before dipping low in a squat position. Your back arching gracefully as you wiggle, accentuating the curve of your backside before picking your body back up again. You give him a coy look before using your finger to gesture for him to come forward. 

“So I got up and followed her to the floor

She said, 'baby, let's go'

When I told her (let's go)

I said..."

Unable to resist the challenge, John approached you with a confident stride, his gaze fixed upon you with an intensity that made your heart race. As he drew nearer, you couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between his dark imposing figure and the vibrant club you found yourselves in.

He was just another name in the network. Who were you kidding, he was even better in person. The booyman’s killer himself was here with you tonight. You should've been shitting bricks in all honesty. 

Maybe it’s because you fancy strange people. Maybe it was the thrill of danger or perhaps the remnants of your past experiences, but you found yourself slightly drawn to this man. Yes, he was here to kill you.

Yet, there was something magnetic about him, something that drew you in despite the unease that prickled at the back of your mind. His eyes, deep and penetrating, seemed to hold a world of secrets, sparking a flicker of danger that sent a thrill down your spine.

You held his gaze, your own eyes glowing with a fierce determination as you sized him up. Despite the tension between you, there was an undeniable attraction—a clash of wills that promised an exhilarating dance of power and intrigue.

You were not going to hand your life over without a fight. And you were certain this man in front of you was going to give you one hell of a challenge.

‘ Wonderful.~ ’

Finally, John stood before you, his eyes betraying a cold distrust. You offered him an apologetic smile before leaning close to his chest, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne and aftershave. It was a heady mixture that only added to the tension crackling between you.

God, he even smelled wonderful. 

With a subtle gesture, you indicated for him to come closer. John paused, his curiosity piqued, before leaning down to your level so you didn’t have to strain your voice over the crowd and booming music, his ear mere inches from your lips. The wisps of his hair tickled your cheeks and nose as you leaned in, your voice a seductive whisper against his ear.

He looked even better up close. 

“ Cat and Mouse ? ” you murmured, your breath warm against his skin, the words dripping with both challenge and invitation.                          

John's thoughts swirled with conflicting emotions as he stood face to face with you in the midst of the pulsating club. Your doe eyes, wide and pleading, bore into his, casting a spell that momentarily clouded his resolve.

For a fleeting moment, he found himself ensnared by the vulnerability reflected in your gaze. The softness in your eyes seemed to whisper of a hidden depth, a complexity that belied the fierce exterior you presented to the world.

Sensing his hesitation, you held his gaze, silently beseeching him to grant you this small reprieve. It was a subtle yet powerful plea, one that tugged at something deep within him, stirring a sense of empathy he hadn't anticipated.

As the song's beat thumped around you, you pressed closer to John, your small frame fitting against his chest. The man was large, easily clearing almost 3 feet over you. And his body was sooo tense.

You tilted your head, resting your cheek against his chest, and looked up at him with a pleading expression. Your lips formed a delicate pout, and your doe eyes, wide and shimmering with a mixture of mischief and innocence, gazed up at him imploringly.

John felt a rush of unexpected emotion. Your expression, so sweet and vulnerable, stirred something deep within him, something he hadn't felt since his wife, Helen, passed away. He was momentarily transported back to a time when life was simpler, when the love he shared with Helen was the center of his world.

The softness of your pout, combined with the warmth of your cheek against his shoulder, created an almost intimate connection. He could tell without your heels that you’d barely reach his chest. He continued to look down at you without moving his neck. Your soft hair was tickling his jaw and he wasn’t sure if it was your perfume or shampoo that smelled so heavenly. 

You looked up at him, your eyes, full of a pleading innocence, seemed to search his soul, seeking understanding and compassion. It was a look that disarmed him, breaking through the hardened exterior he had built over years of loss and survival.

John's hand, almost instinctively, moved to gently rest on your waist. The sensation of your warmth, the delicate way you leaned into him, brought back memories of quiet moments with Helen, of her gentle touch and the way she could calm him with just a look.

His resolve wavered. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to feel, to remember the man he used to be before his world was shattered. Your presence, your expression, brought a flicker of that old self back to life, if only for an instant.

As the music played on, the world around him seemed to blur, leaving just the two of you in that moment. Your cute pouty expression and the innocent way you rested your hand on his chest had reached a place in his heart he thought was long buried, awakening feelings he had almost forgotten existed.

With a resigned sigh, John relented, his resolve crumbling in the face of your silent entreaty. 

" Until the song ends ," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the din of the music.

Before he could reconsider his decision, you used this moment of hesitation to your advantage. With a swift, graceful movement, you tipped backward and vanished into the crowd, leaving him to navigate the chaotic dance floor in search of you. John sighed, knowing this was just the beginning. He glanced around, his eyes scanning the dancing masses, and began his pursuit.

The memory of your doe eyes lingered in his mind, haunting him as he moved through the throng of bodies. It was a gaze he couldn't shake, one that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.

Despite himself, John found himself drawn into the exhilarating game, the tension between you crackling in the air like electricity. With each passing moment, he grew more determined to catch you, even as you skillfully eluded his grasp, slipping through his fingers like smoke.

As the song remixed, John's resolve hardened once more, his focus sharpening as he redoubled his efforts to capture you. But even as he closed in, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that this encounter was far from over.

The game of cat and mouse unfolded, John found himself drawn further into your orbit, the intensity of your gaze imprinting itself upon his memory. In that fleeting moment, he realized that there was more to you than met the eye, a depth and complexity that intrigued him in ways he couldn't explain.

You moved through the throng of people like a ghost, your soft frame slipping easily between bodies. John followed, using his height to his advantage to keep you in his line of sight.

You felt his presence behind you and grinned. Turning abruptly, you pressed yourself against a pillar, letting him walk past you before you tapped his shoulder. John spun around, only to find you already disappearing into the crowd again. He couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of frustration and admiration.

“ So she's all up in my head now

Got me thinking that it might be a good idea to take her with me

'Cause she's ready to leave (ready to leave now) "

John's mind raced. He couldn't let you slip away, but the playful, taunting glances you threw over your shoulder were making it difficult to stay focused. You were enjoying this, turning the chase into a game.

He saw you again, near the bar, and made his way through the dancers. Just as he was about to reach you, you darted away, leaving him standing there, momentarily bewildered. Then he felt a slight tug at his belt. His hand immediately went to his side – one of his knives was gone.

“You’re losing your touch, Mr. Wick,” you called out over your shoulder, your voice carrying a hint of laughter. You waved the blade at him teasingly before pocketing it for later. 

“ (Let's go)

And I gotta keep it real now

'Cause on a one to ten, she's a certified twenty

But that just ain't me, hey-”

John frowned, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “You won’t get away that easily.”

“You're just here to kill me, aren't you?” you asked, a teasing lilt in your voice as you darted through the crowd again.

John's lips tightened. “That’s for me to know.”

You stopped briefly, turning to face him. “So you always follow ladies from the bar to the club on a first meeting or am I just that special?”

John hesitated. “It’s not that simple.”

“Maybe, I think it is,” you said, and before he could respond, you were gone again.

“'Cause I don't know, if I take that chance

Just where's it gonna lead

But what I do know is the way she dance

Makes shorty alright with me (hey, hey, hey)

The way she get low-"

Turning your back to John, you spun away from him, your back arching gracefully as you dropped low, showing off the curve of your backside. John’s eyes followed your every move, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of something in his gaze—hesitation, maybe even desire.

 With a tantalizing sway of your hips, you picked it back up and strolled further into the dance floor. The air crackled with tension as John's body lingered, his desire warring with his sense of caution.

‘No.’

He found you again, this time near one of the dance stages. You were smiling, eyes glittering with mischief and danger. “Come on, Mr. Wick. Let's see if you can keep up!”

“ She asks for one more dance, and I'm like "yeah"

How the hell am I supposed to leave? (Let's go, bring the beat back!)

And I say ”  

The song blared, and John couldn’t help but smirk.

You led him on a chase through the club, sometimes allowing him to get close before slipping away again. Each time, you’d taunt him, your fingers brushing against his hips, your laughter ringing in his ears. 

It was infuriating and exhilarating.

Just as the moment intensified, your beeper went off again, cutting through the tension like a knife. You glanced at it and then back at John, a smirk playing on your lips. “It seems I have to go, Mr. Wick. Until next time.”

Before he could respond, you dashed for the exit. John lunged forward, his hand catching you by the hips. The music pulsed around you, the crowd cheering, thinking it was part of the act.

“(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah  

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)”

You twisted in John's grip, your body moving in perfect sync with the thumping beat of the music. The crowd around you roared, forming a tight circle and transforming the dance floor into a stage for your impromptu battle. John's strong hands held you steady, but you weren't about to let him win so easily.

Spinning around to face him, you locked eyes with John, your expression fierce yet playful. His gaze was intense, filled with determination and, perhaps, a hint of admiration. The dance was not just a dance—it was a duel, a battle of wills played out through the rhythm and movement.

“Up in the club with my homies, trying to get a lil' V-I  

Keep it down on the low-key (low-key)  

You should know how it feels (hey!)-”

John stepped forward, his movements sharp and precise, his body language commanding and powerful. He reached for you, but you spun away, your body fluid and graceful, evading his grasp. The crowd’s cheers grew louder with each expertly executed step.

You countered his advances with a series of quick, intricate footwork, your body weaving through the air like a dancer in a deadly ballet. Each spin, each twist, was designed to keep him off balance, to keep him guessing. John responded with equal fervor, his movements growing more aggressive, more urgent.

He lunged, trying to trap you in his arms, but you ducked and rolled under his reach, springing back up with a teasing smile. The crowd erupted in applause at your daring move. John’s eyes flashed with a mixture of frustration and admiration, the heat of the moment stoking the fire between you.

“I saw this shorty, she was checking up on me  

From the game she was spitting in my ear  

You would think that she know me (know me)-”

In a daring move, you stepped close, your chest brushing against his as you stared up at him. The tension was palpable, a mix of challenge and undeniable attraction. Before he could react, you spun away, your hands grazing his shoulders as you moved, a fleeting touch that left him momentarily stunned.

John recovered quickly, his eyes narrowing with renewed determination. He mirrors your movements, his body a shadow to yours, matching your pace and intensity. The two of you circled each other, the dance floor your battlefield, the music your weapon.

You didn’t give him a chance to recover. With a quick movement, you slipped behind him, your fingers brushing against his holsters. You lifted them deftly, tucking them away before he even realized what you had done.

John turned, his eyes widening slightly as he realized he was unarmed. You gave him a cheeky smile, your eyes practically glowing with danger as you regarded him. He lunged at you again, but you were ready, moving with the beat, teasing and taunting him.

“(Yeah!) Yeah!  

Shorty got down low and said "come and get me"  

(Yeah!) Yeah!  

I got so caught up, I forgot she told me-”

With a sudden burst of energy, you launched into a series of rapid spins, your hair flying around you like a halo. John stepped back, momentarily caught off guard by your display of agility. Seizing the moment, you closed the distance between you, your body pressing close to his as you moved in perfect harmony with the beat.

John’s hands found your waist, gripping you firmly as he pulled you into a complex series of lifts and turns. You responded with equal fervor, your legs wrapping around his waist as you twisted and spun, using his strength to propel your movements. The crowd's cheers reached a fever pitch, the energy in the room electric.

“So I got up and followed her to the floor  

She said, "baby, let's go"  

When I told her (let's go)  

I said-”

John watched, a mixture of frustration and anger crossing his face. You dropped back into the throng of dancers, blending in seamlessly. He pushed through the crowd, trying to keep sight of you, but you were already slipping away.

John cursed under his breath in Russian, feeling around his pockets with growing frustration. His hand came up empty where the marker should have been.

"Damn it," he muttered, realizing Amelia's marker was missing. He cursed again, more vehemently this time, as the weight of the situation settled on him.

On top of being an evasive little brat, you also had sticky fingers. 

“So I got up and followed her to the floor  

She said, "baby, let's go"  

When I told her (let's go)  

I said-”

You maneuvered your way through the club, your eyes scanning for Bonnie and Michelle. They were waiting near a door in the wall, their expressions tense. You could see the worry in Michelle’s eyes, the determination in Bonnie’s. Turning around, you saw your dance partner practically parting the ocean of people behind you. 

“Shit!”  

You ran through the floor, almost toppling the bystanders while Bonnie punched a code into the door, the keypad beeping urgently as he worked. He grabbed you and Michelle, yanking you through the opening before slamming in a new code to shut it shut. Just as the door began to slide, you could see John closing in, his eyes locked onto yours with a burning intensity.

You reached the door a split second before John, your heart pounding in your chest. With one last defiant glance back at him, you blew him a kiss, the gesture both taunting and strangely intimate. The door swung shut, Bonnie and Michelle slipping through behind you. The sound of the door closing echoed through the narrow hallway, a stark finality that cut you off from John and the chaos of the club.

Breathless and tense, the three of you paused. The narrow hallway was dimly lit, the sounds of the club muffled but still palpable through the thick walls. Michelle’s eyes, red-rimmed but fiercely determined, met yours.

“What now?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, yet brimming with urgency.

You glanced at Bonnie, who was already moving, checking the security of the door. "We keep moving," you said, your voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins. "We need to get to the extraction point."

Bonnie nodded, his expression grim. “We don’t have much time. John’s not going to let this go.”

You took a deep breath, your mind racing. The memory of John’s intense gaze lingered, a reminder of the close call. You couldn’t afford to dwell on it now. "Let's move," you said, leading the way down the hallway.

As you hurried through the dimly lit corridors, your senses were heightened, every sound and shadow scrutinized. The air was thick with tension, each step echoing in the silence. You could feel Michelle and Bonnie close behind you, their presence a small comfort amidst the anxiety.

Reaching a junction, you paused to get your bearings. Michelle squeezed your shoulder, her touch grounding you for a moment. "We're almost there," she said, her voice a mix of hope and fear.

You nodded, pushing forward. The extraction point was close, but so was John. You could almost feel his presence, a relentless force closing in. The adrenaline surged anew, sharpening your focus.

Finally, you reached the end of the corridor, a door marked with an emergency exit sign. Bonnie quickly punched another code into the keypad, the door unlocking with a soft click. You pushed it open, leading the way into the cool night air.

As the three of you emerged into the alleyway, you could hear the distant sounds of the club, the thumping bass a reminder of how close you still were to danger. A black car was waiting, engine idling. The driver, Bonnie's older brother, Freddy, gave you a curt nod.

“Hurry!” he urged, glancing nervously at the alley entrance.

You and Michelle slid into the back seat while Bonnie took the front. The car sped off, tires screeching against the pavement. You leaned back, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to calm your racing heart.

Michelle looked at you, her expression a mix of relief and lingering fear. “Do you think we lost him?”

You opened your eyes, meeting her gaze. “For now,” you said, your voice resolute. “But we need to stay alert. John’s not someone who gives up easily.”

As the car sped towards the airport, you couldn’t shake the image of John’s eyes, the intensity of his stare. The encounter had been too close, too intense. But you had made it out, and for now, that was enough.

At the airport, you boarded a private jet, the tension finally beginning to ease as the plane took off. As you settled into your seat, you pulled out the marker, tracing over its intricate design. A small, triumphant smile played on your lips. John had underestimated you tonight, but you knew the game was far from over.

Michelle sat next to you, her gaze fixed out the window. “What’s next?” she asked softly.

You looked at her, the determination in your eyes mirrored in hers. 

John Wick was formidable, but you had something more important. And nothing, not even the infamous John Wick, would stand in your way.

“We take you home and I take out the trash.” 

The plane soared into the night, leaving the chaos behind. But in your mind, the game with John was just beginning.

John's phone buzzed, interrupting his thoughts. He glanced at the screen and saw Nick's name flash. Answering the call, he heard Nick's voice, but something was off.

"John, it's Nick. Listen, I need you to come back to the mansion. There's... something important we need to discuss."

John frowned, his instincts tingling with suspicion. "What is it, Nick?"

Nick's voice faltered slightly. "Just... come back to the mansion. You'll see."

Before John could press further, the line went dead. He stared at the phone, unease settling in his gut. Something wasn't right.

As John was contemplating his next move, another call came in, this time from the Bowery King.

"Hey, John. Made it to Japan in one piece," the King said, his voice low and calm. "How about we get some ramen?"

John recognized the code immediately. "Sounds good. Where?"

"Meet me at the usual spot."

—-

John entered the dimly lit izakaya, the atmosphere thick with the aroma of simmering broth and grilled skewers. He spotted the Bowery King and Shimazu Koji seated in a private booth. The three men exchanged nods as John settled into the booth, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly in the familiar presence of allies.

"John," the Bowery King greeted, his eyes twinkling with curiosity and concern. "What happened tonight?"

John leaned back, his fingers drumming lightly on the table. "I was chasing her—the one they call 'The Fawn.' They weren’t kidding about her. She's elusive, agile. Looked young, but incredibly professional."

The Bowery King leaned forward, curiosity etched on his face. "What was she like?"

John narrowed his eyes slightly. "Why are you so interested?"

"Because you're interested," the King replied smoothly. John nearly choked on his water, coughing to clear his throat.

John's lips twitched into a rueful smile. "She was good. Used the crowd to her advantage. Managed to lift my knife and marker without me noticing. Made me dance with her before she took off."

The Bowery King chuckled, a rich, throaty sound. "You got beat in a dance fight? I would've paid to see that."

Shimazu Koji, who had been quietly listening, nodded thoughtfully. "I've heard of her. She’s been seen around Japan, keeping a low profile. Frequenting dance clubs and high-end shops, never causing a stir but supporting the business quietly."

John's mind raced, replaying the evening's events. "She's not just an assassin. There's more to her."

Koji sipped his sake, his expression contemplative. "No doubt. Those who underestimate her pay the price."

John took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Koji's. "She's been burning down all evidence of her existence. She's dangerous and valuable to her family. And if I don’t get to her first, God only knows what’s going to happen to her."

“No offense John, but I think she can handle herself out there.”

Koji leaned back, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And you're bound by your marker to bring her back. But she lifted the marker off you?"

John nodded, his expression grim. "Yeah, she did."

The revelation sent a ripple of concern through the group. The Bowery King and Koji exchanged worried glances before the King spoke up. "That's serious, John. Without that marker, you're at risk. She could give it to anyone and that’s the last thing we need."

“She took my guns too.” 

“ DAMN !”

“John, did you even try to put up a fight?”

“What didn’t she take?”

“Don’t you start now, too.”

“It’s not my fault you were too busy flirting with the target- OW !”

The Bowery King rubbed his arm while Koji leaned in, his tone serious. "Maybe you should let her stay away. Pursuing her could be more dangerous than it's worth."

John shook his head. "I can't. She's too valuable. And besides, she's been erasing her tracks meticulously. She's up to something."

The Bowery King sighed, running a hand over his face. "Alright, we need to go back to the Morales estate. Figure out our next move from there."

Koji placed a reassuring hand on John's shoulder. "I'll stay in Japan and keep an eye out. If she pops up again, you'll be the first to know."

John nodded, gratitude and determination mixing in his eyes. "Thanks, Koji."

The three men clinked their sake cups together, as they dug into their steaming bowls of ramen, the conversation continued, weaving together their knowledge and insights to uncover the truth and stay one step ahead.

—

Meanwhile, thousands of feet above the ground, you and Michelle were safely aboard a plane heading back home. The hum of the engines provided a soothing backdrop as you traced your finger over the intricate design of John’s marker, lost in thought.

Michelle leaned over, her eyes still red but filled with determination. “We’re safe for now, but what about when we land?”

You looked up from the marker, meeting her gaze. “I’ve got everything arranged. We’ll be met by a secure team. Just stay close to me and follow my lead.”

Michelle nodded, her trust in you unwavering. “Thank you.”

You smiled slightly, trying to offer some reassurance. “Family doesn’t say ‘Thank you,’ Michelle.” 

You reach over and place your hand over hers. “We’ll get through this, Micky. We’ve been through worse.”

She sighed, leaning back in her seat. “I know. I just... I worry.”

You placed a comforting hand on her arm. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”

As Michelle closed her eyes, trying to get some rest, you turned your attention back to the marker. Its design was intricate, almost mesmerizing. The weight of its significance wasn’t lost on you. John Wick was a force to be reckoned with, but you had your own strengths, your own skills. 

And now, you had his marker.

You wondered what he would do once he realized it was gone. Would he come after you with even more determination, or would he take a step back to reassess? Either way, you knew you had to stay one step ahead. 

The plane continued its journey through the night sky, a temporary haven from the chaos below. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of thoughts in your mind. This was far from over. 

Your thoughts drifted back to your family, an ever-present weight on your mind. Memories of your childhood, the laughter, the arguments, and the bonds that held you together, floated through your consciousness. You traced the design of John’s marker absently, the intricate patterns both a comfort and a reminder of the peril you were in.

You had always dreamed of being a lawyer, of standing in a courtroom and fighting for justice. The thought brought a wistful smile to your lips. You imagined a life where you could have pursued that dream without the shadow of your family's expectations looming over you. A life where you could have made a difference in the world, using your skills to help those who couldn't help themselves.

Your mind wandered to John. You knew he had a wife once, that he had temporarily retired from the assassin’s life to be with her. Something had happened to bring him back, though. You wondered if he ever thought about having a family again, if he ever wished for a return to a normal life. The marker in your hand felt heavy with meaning, a symbol of the life he couldn’t escape.

You understood him.

You didn't burn Nick’s apartment down to destroy evidence. It was already empty, stripped of everything that made it a home. You had gone there to say goodbye to the place that was once your home. Your fingers traced the spot under the bed where you had carved your name as a young girl, a childish claim to a space that had felt like yours alone. How your little mind had worked back then. But it was over now, and even the light filtering through the window hurt your eyes.

You burned down Nick’s old apartment because it was a loose end, a place tied too closely to your past. It wasn’t just about evading capture; it was about severing ties, about cutting away the parts of your life that could be used against you. But the guilt lingered, an unwelcome companion. Too many memories. Too much grief.

Training with Nick had given you the confidence to take down any man who tried to harm you, but it also meant he kept you locked up tight until they sent you off to Cordelia. A shudder ran through you at the thought of it, a nightmare from Hell you could never forget. You placed John's marker down, your fingers lingering on its cool surface. That woman had been a torment, but you had survived. 

You always survived.

You glanced over at Michelle, her peaceful expression a stark contrast to the turmoil inside you. You thanked God that she was safe, that she could rest even if just for a moment. You whispered a silent prayer for forgiveness for what you did, what you had done, and for what you were about to do.

You hoped that somehow, in the end, it would all be worth it.

Your mind drifted back to the apartment, to the countless hours spent training with Nick. The memory of his stern face, the pride that occasionally softened his features when you mastered a new skill, was etched deeply in your heart. But there was also the pain of confinement, the loneliness that gnawed at you almost your whole life. The light through the window of that apartment had once been a symbol of hope, now it was just a painful reminder of a past you couldn't reclaim.

You felt a complex mix of emotions—anger at the chaos that had engulfed your life, sorrow for the innocence you lost, and a fierce protectiveness for those you loved.

You glanced over at Michelle, her platinum hair peeking out from the wig in the dim cabin light. She was asleep, exhaustion etched into her delicate features. Gently, you tucked your suit jacket over her, offering a small semblance of comfort. Your heart ached with the knowledge that she was pregnant and didn’t want to tell Nick. The thought of bringing a child into this chaotic world was terrifying, but you understood her reasons for keeping it secret.

Joselyn and her husband, Haris, came to mind next. They wanted to have kids but couldn’t, not with the constant chaos and danger that surrounded your family. She tried to fill that motherly roll for you even when it was smothering at times. Haris was a good man, he lived up to his name and was never once unkind to you. To you, he may as well have been your blood brother. 

It wasn’t fair. 

Then there was Amelia’s children, Levin and Malachi, innocent lives caught in the crossfire. Your little God-children, that you picked up from school everyday and who trusted you with every fiber of their little beings. Who make you cookies when you're sad and always give you their art projects for your office. Your annoyance with Aaron, Amelia’s husband, always so self-righteous and insufferable. And David, with his loving quirks and teasing attitude, always trying to take the heat off of you.

You missed them all, despite the anger that simmered beneath the surface. You were terrifyingly angry with all of them, with your elders who had orchestrated this mess, the high-table that protected them,  and with yourself for not being able to break free. You just wanted your parents, the sense of security and unconditional love that only they could provide.

But they could only do that if you died tonight and met them again. 

Tears pricked at your eyes, but you blinked them away. You couldn’t afford to be weak now. There was too much at stake. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. 

The marker in your hand was a cold reminder of the mission ahead, but also of the strength you possessed. Looking at Michelle, you felt a swell of determination. First, you would get her home safely. 

Then you would deal with John Wick. One step at a time.

You would ensure her child was born into a world with at least a sliver of peace. Your own dreams of being a lawyer, of fighting for justice, seemed distant now, almost unattainable. 

But you wouldn’t stop fighting for your right to live life. 

As the plane continued its journey, you leaned back in your seat, closing your eyes for a moment. Just a moment. The storm of emotions inside you was overwhelming, but you channeled it into cold resolve. You would fight for yourself, for your dreams, and for the future you wanted. 

“I will fight. I will protect. I will survive.”

No matter the cost.

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[axailslink]

22 going on 23

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Love that song ^°^

Summary: you and Riri always joked that if you both were still single by thirty you'd date each other. Riri just turned 23 and you can't wait for 30.

Snippet from the fic:

Warning: ⚠️ mentions of weed and cursing

Riri has been your girl from day one so what did you do when she asked for a crazy ass birthday party? You delivered. You've got friends everywhere and who isn't willing to take a little time out of their day for Riri? All it took was a bit of blackmailing about all those A assignments folks turned in and you had yourself a party, DJ, and a caterer. When Riri walks down the stairs she can't help but smile at you knowing, as usual, you always pull through "damn" you nod as you hand her a red solo cup "what's this?" You smile "just drink it" Riri glances into the cup she can smell the alcohol when she does but for once Riri isn't going to let that stop her she has no classes she's graduated college early (not surprising) and she's grown.

Riri sips the drink and kisses your cheek "thank you baby" you nod "you know I always pull through for you plus we've got to get shit-faced tonight so we can have an excuse to leave your family dinner party early tomorrow." Riri laughs "my mother is not that bad" you take a turn to sip Riri's drink now "ha she's always like "ah my baby she's growing up and becoming the finest young woman known to man" she be right though because Riri you are just getting finer with time" Riri smiles and hums "really?" You nod "mhm my bestie" Riri's smile drops a bit but you don't notice because you're both interrupted by the sound of Riri's favorite party song…

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up

You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up

Riri's running you're running. You're supposed to be a good friend tonight and watch the party but how can you resist this chance right now? You can't. You're quick to kick your heels off and get right in the middle of the dance floor dragging a way more than willing Riri with you. She keeps her cup in her mouth held in between her teeth as her hands are quick to grab your waist as you act up. You leave Riri no time for preparation but being her friend since her first year of college yeah she already knows how this goes you gone act up and get all touchy then you gone want a blunt and go home.

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up

You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up

Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up

Girl, who is you playin wit? Back that azz up

Riri can't help but laugh at how happy you are to be throwing it back on your best friend. Truly in your opinion, it's been way too damn long you don't know if it was classes or knowing that you might be crushing on her but something put a little distance between you two however that ain't got shit to do with tonight. You continue to whine and grind against Riri as her hands guide your dress up just a bit just showing the thighs. Riri loves being the center of attention, especially on her day but she's never been opposed to sharing said attention with you so while friends are recording and the guys are leaning Riri back while you continue to act a damn fool she's just smiling. She couldn't be happier. Truly.

When the song's done you are wrapped lazily around Riri and her hands are planted on your waist "you okay?" Riri asks, keeping her gaze locked on her surroundings "mhm I've just drained myself give me five more minutes of this" Riri nods "of course." For the longest time you both just stay in each other's arms, your face planted into her shoulder and hers looking past you seemingly avoiding viewing your current state. This is the longest five minutes ever for Riri and that's probably because it's been more like ten minutes. Finally, she gives in and glances down at you who looks tired even though she knows this is only a break for you.

As the night continues many twerking songs are played and each time you and Riri are up for the challenge but now that it's nearing twelve it's almost time for her to lock in her good year. It's tradition. To lock in a good year of age you kiss your significant other when the clock strikes twelve.

"23 huh?" Riri laughs and nods as 22 by Jayo plays in the background "hell yeah" you smile and hug her "go lock in that kiss for good luck" you give her a thumbs up ready to turn on your heel but Riri grabs you by your arm pulling you back to her. "I can't get that kiss if my dance partner leaves me" you laugh nervously unsure of what she's asking right now "what?" Riri smiles at your obliviousness right now before gently placing her lips on your own. She's quick to pull away and you aren't surprised Riri's always been shy. Unlike Riri, you are not shy so you grab Riri by her shirt and pull her to you placing a firm long kiss on her lips one that causes the others to stare yet you don't stop you continue now grabbing her jaw and forcing her mouth open anyone watching can see just how weak in the knees this makes Riri as she whimpers into the kiss once you pull away.

"Shit."

You continue dancing to the music but Riri's struck licking her lips over and over again trying to get the same taste of that kiss she just experienced. "Y/n" you hum in response "what the hell?" You laugh at her confused face "when we were 19 we made a promise that if we weren't married or in a relationship by 30 we'd become a couple... I know 23 is nowhere near 30 but I just couldn't wait and lose my chance. Especially to the type of chicks you like" Riri smiles to herself "you remember that?" You nod and laugh "hell yeah I remember that how could I not? It was the first time I had thought about kissing you." Riri nods as she holds her cup "it's been four years, how many times have you thought about kissing me since?" For once you're not willing to answer but Riri's smile forces you to.

"I've lost count."

A/n: ah yes another friends to lovers. Gotta love em.

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[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for July 19 & July 20, 2014; #56.

Wu-Tang Clan “Can It Be So Simple”

Public Enemy “Tie Goes To The Runner”

A Tribe Called Quest “Lyrics To Go”

Wu-Tang Clan “Da Mystery Of Chessboxing”

Black Moon “Crooklyn”

Gang Starr “Take It Personal”

Organized Konfusion f. O.C. “You Won’t Go Far”

Boogiemonsters “R.T.N.S. (Recognized Thresholds Of Negative Stress)”

Bushwackass “Ruff, Rugged, And Raw”

Jeru Tha Damaja “Mental Stamina”

AZ “Rather Unique”

Notorious B.I.G. “Unbelievable”

Group Home “Suspended In Time”

Funkdoobiest “Doobie In The Head”

Q-Ball & Kurt Kazal “Makin’ Moves (Bass Radio VER)”

Smooth Da Hustler “Broken Language”

Mic Geronimo “Shit’s Real”

Half A Mil “Another Homicide Scene”

Kool Keith (as Dr. Octagon) “Blue Flowers”

All City “Move On You” (RMX)

Reflection Eternal f. Gil-Scott Heron “The Blast”

Big L “Holdin’ It Down”

GZA f. DJ Muggs “When The Fat Lady Sings”

Bad Seed “For The Kids”

Deltron 3030 “Virus”

Hieroglyphics “Oakland Blackouts”

Smut Peddlers “One By One” (demo)

Kool G Rap & RZA “Cakes”

Slum Villlage “Raise It Up”

KRS-One “Underground”

Nas f. Large Professor “Stay Chiseled”

Peanut Butter Wolf “Dopestyle”

Company Flow “8 Steps To Perfection”

Yak Ballz “Nasty Or Nice”

Arsonists “Flashback”

Chi-N.Y. Network “Keep The Fame”

Dalek “Trampled Brethen”

Rubberoom “Evil Arch Angels”

Murs “H-U-S-T-L-E”

Company Flow “Collude / Interlude”

Cannibal Ox f. Vast Aire “Atom”

Smut Peddlers “Smut Control”

MF Grimm f. Kool G Rap & Akinyele “AIDS”

Cage f. Jello Biafra “Grand Ol’ Party Crash”

King Gheedorah “Take Me To Your Leader (Fazers)”

Madlib as Quasimoto “Return Of The Loop Digga”

MF Grimm f. MF Doom “Foolish”

Vast Aire “Cholesterol”

Madvillain “America’s Most Blunted”

MF Doom & MF Grimm “Tick Tock pt. 2”

King Gheedorah “G-Force pt. 2”

Molemen “Put Your Quarter Up”

R.A. The Rugged Man “On The Block”

CX Kidtronik “Wild Kingdom”

Jonwayne “404 Garbage”

Matches Malone / PIllsbury “It’s Like That”

Tragedy Khadafi “Best Of Both Worlds”

Diverse “Ain’t Right” (DJ Mitsu RMX)

Immortal Technique “Harlem Streets”

Tech N9ne “Who Do I Catch”

Action Bronson “Savage From Sarasota”

Jonwayne “The Come Up”

Skeme Team & Brooklyn Academy “Con Artists”

Serengeti “Directions”

DC The Midi Alien f. Vinnie Paz “Man-Made Ways”

Bonus Omega; overnight golden-era and backpacker hip-hop / rap.

[ladythornofrivia]

Cigarette Girl

Pair: Rindou x Reader

Warning: Mature Content, Adult Language and Adultery (if you’re under 18, you cannot read this)

Author’s Note: I wanted to play Resident Evil 4 Remake; I heard a lot of good reviews. And I also want to play Silent Hill 2 Remake. See, I never ever play Silent Hill franchise, but I heard a lot of positive reviews. And hopefully it’s out on PS4 version, too, cause I saw the trailer of the remake and I just want to play it. But at the same time I want to gather so much manga—I don’t know what to choose. Enjoy the new chapter; make sure to read the previous chapter to know what’s going on. (Note: Please report if someone decides to steal my synopsis and work. Notify me. Thank you ❤️)

(Listen to this song while reading this chapter, pls.)

Chapter 3: In Times They Meet in Dreams

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Rindou was never a busybody. He’s never a playboy, nor is he a chatty person. He’s a reserved and cool-minded boy with a longish hair past down to his collar bone with two-toned colored hair. While his locks are bleached, leaving sky-blue highlights, loose and long strands framed onto his face that nobody could see his eyes instead of slicking it back.

Like Ran, they like to change hairstyles; they don’t want anything the same: they want to keep themselves fresh and impressed with their youthful and charming looks for the crowd to awe at their unique assets. One main difference between the Haitani brothers is their personalities. They have the same interests, but Rindou is a walking “speak unless spoken to” type of guy. And can be brutally blunt when someone does something infuriatingly annoying to him, who isn’t afraid to use physical confrontation unlike Ran, who likes everything to be smooth as possible, a kindly gentleman way.

While obtaining fresh look, Rindou like to keep his life—and himself—quiet, while his brother likes to be loud and a teasing one compare to Rindou’s total composure. While Ran is flirtatious and a tease to women, women considered Rindou in a passive-aggressive favor of staying away from him. Though there are times women flirt with Rindou, but Rindou liked his personal space more. Ran coursed his emotions through loudness and charm, while Rindou coursed his emotions through calm and passive sarcasm.

Everyone got to know the older Haitani brother—people were complimenting Ran on having a smooth and snowish complexion with violet eyes gleaming with mischief and dauntless. As his hair glowing like obsidian and halo floating, as if blessed to be born with winsome looks.

For Rindou, while they found him charming, they also found him too stiff and rigid, like a cold rock with round light-flickering glasses—frightening. While people call Ran the “cool senpai”, Rindou hadn’t received any nicknames other than “glasses” or "silent rock". As much as Rindou ignored the remarks among people, he wished they would stop; this was getting old for him. Not that he’s opposing threat or an obstacle in Ran’s life, it’s just that people prefer Ran over Rindou is because of his lively presence. Never a dull moment with him. Whereas Rindou, he mostly spend time elsewhere with ambient atmosphere, where there are time he likes to produce his own music or having detox. If he were to act as Ran, as wild and energetic as Ran, he possibly might get a lot of girls under his finger. But Rindou chose not to. Both of the Haitani brothers are popular, but, Rindou chose to be silent and chose to do keep his head down because he wanted privacy—private and public. Hence why he isn’t the center of attention.

People assumed he doesn’t do any parties or gets girls into bed all at once. With his different looks, they weren’t so interested. He got DJ skills, but conversational and romantic wise, he lacks department. They thought of him once as anti-social and anti-romantic.

Ran is the life of the party—at school, at the clubs, anywhere that’s mundane and boring, he’ll liven it up fast, but gets in trouble; Rindou wouldn’t hesitate to call Ran “idiot”. Ran got kicked out of the library once for causing ruckus.

Rindou participated in those events, dressed up handsomely as much as he can, but none of their eyes are caught towards Rindou’s direction, as Rindou’s eyes were never captivated by anybody. Everyone thought Rindou is Ran’s personal butler. As long as he does his own thing, no one can disturb him.

Even when people said their hellos to Rindou, he’ll answer them with one word, then off he goes to his own world.

"Baby brother, you wouldn't mind if these people go to our place, yeah?" Ran slung his right arm over Rindou's shoulders. “They liked our music, and our service went high up with all the cash we got.”

The heaviness on Ran affected. Rindou cleaned their house last night for an hour. Lifting heavy things and scrubbing most stubborn areas for the guests to arrive. In Roppongi, it's their kingdom, their air, they'll never give it away. Especially girls.

"Don't 'baby brother' me," he said, lips pouting. “I’m a year younger than you.”

"Baby brother," Ran said, "don't be mad. Can you blame me? I was tired last night."

"Yeah, tired from all giving the attention to the guests coming over. They fucked up our space."

“It’s our new space!” Ran exclaimed happily.

“Next time, do your own cleaning. I’m not an errand boy.” Rindou freed himself from Ran’s arm.

“Besides, every girl in this school is nice, so caring and approachable, mentioning on how their boyfriends lack care and attentiveness in their life…some of the girls offered their virginity to me, wanting me to eat them out and breed them with my cum.”

Rindou grimaced. This wasn’t the first time Ran said those words. Rindou wanted peace and quiet in the morning. He can find somewhere where nobody could disrupt his sleep. As much as he likes to do clubs at nightfall like his brother, in the morning, he wanted rest. He wanted long dreams with his eyes closed, not open, where he could be dreaded and furious.

“Stop saying shit like that; I need sleep. I rarely get any since yesterday, thanks to you.”

Ran’s hands raised in surrender. “Suit yourself. While we’re still young, we got to taste every flavor of sweet and honey. We don’t want anything spoiled and rotten. Wouldn’t you agree? I’m thinking of buying more designer clothes for our next event.”

Rindou sighed. “Do it somewhere else, but not in our new place. You like to sleep on your bed when you’re tired, right? Then don’t cause shit.”

This was Rindou’s warning—first and last.

Ran’s lips curved into a grin. “Alright. Don’t be hateful to anybody, okay? You may think I’m loud and stupid, but I know you. You may be quiet and cold to everybody, but you’re very selective when it comes to someone catches your eye, and this happens on rare occasion. Don’t let it slip and go with the flow for once.”

And the bell rang. After lunch, class resumed.

It was time for the last lecture. The teacher lectured a new lesson for the day, and while the class took notes, Ran decided to flirt with the girl next to him, who was trying to her hardest to get a better grade for the next quiz. As for Rindou, in the other class, was taking notes, jotted down every crucial word. While he’s trying to have fun in life with nightclubs and DJ, he also wanted to focus on serious matters that might affect his future on the long road. He can imagine his older brother slacking off like a useless fly that doesn’t know where the exit is when sober.

Something tapped against his shoe. A purple erase with a dinosaur sticker. His tongue clicked, nearly bending down to reach for it.

He nearly cursed when he couldn’t reach out anyone, whoever the owner of the purple eraser. Examined the object, he rotated it until he spotted the name.

(y/n), (l/n)

What a clumsy fuck.

The bell rang, and the students chatted amongst themselves, talking about the after school activities and clubs they’re planning to join in. Everything was magical to the students—all lively and hopeful. The innocence of current times gone forward.

He thought it’s too cheesy for a real life event. That’s why he needed a dauntless thrill at nightly hours to balance the normality of the daylight hours.

Disregarding the talkative hours, he got his stuff up, still holding the purple eraser.

He wondered who (y/n) is.

“Shoot,” a voice said behind him.

Sounds of bag shuffling with sharp clinks and rumples went through his ears.

“Where’s my eraser? It’s my favorite one!”

Almost sounding like a cry, Rindou averted his eyes to a girl went through a panic search on her school bag. Despite a plain design on a carrier, it has quaint charm to it, nothing extravagant or too-plain, just perfect.

With his hand slicked back, sighing, he went past the classroom doors and approached her in the middle of the hall.

Rindou cleared his throat.

“Miss,” he began, his shoe went to a little shift with the other, almost self-conscious.

“Where did I exactly put it? I know it’s right beside the notebook, and I remember I was done using it after making a mistake,” the girl said to herself, hand rummaging through the dark abyss of a school bag.

“Miss,” he said, louder.

Her head turned up, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Yes?” she squeaked, staggering back.

Restrained the confident smirk, he handed her back the eraser. “I believe this is what you’re looking for.”

“Oh—Oh! My eraser! You found it! Thank you,” she said, smiling with giddy.

His eyes squinted. “You like dinosaurs?”

She nodded, a blush summoned on her face. “I do! I recently watched Jurassic Park—sorry!” she stuttered, still blushing. “I just find it fascinating, you know. I know dinosaurs are for kids and all, but, I just can’t help what dinosaurs are like when they’re alive. I always wish that I could see a real-life dinosaur, but the meteorite got to it first.”

Rindou gulped, unsure what to say. “I, uh, see…”

With voluminous, black hair and dark-colored eyes with a dimpled smile, he couldn’t hold his smirk much long.

“Seems like you knew my name,” she said, tucking the eraser away. “You must be Haitani.”

“Which one?” he dared.

“You’re the younger brother, Rindou,” she said with confidence. “You aren’t the only Haitani people are talking about. Some girls I knew, they…”

His brow arched, his round glasses glistened. “They what?”

“They want to know if you’re available on hooking one of them up. They’ve been waiting on you to make a move, actually. Like the whole knight in shining armor. Like this character in ‘The Princess Bride’.”

Rindou just stared at her with a glint of curiosity.

“Not that…you know…” she scratched her in awkward motion. “Girls are very interested in you.” She puts on a wide smile once more. “They like the silent type. Different strokes for different folks, I guess. Sorry, I can be really awkward when meeting people. Say, do you like dinosaurs?”

As soon as he opened his mouth, a booming voice came.

“What the hell are you standing for, (y/n)?! Let’s move it! We’re going at the karaoke!”

“Just give me a moment!” she answered behind her, where her friends are. Then she faced back to Rindou, who hasn’t taken his eyes off of her. Her dark-colored eyes still flickered and bright like a shining star. “It’s really nice to meet you. I hope we can be friends. Don’t be a stranger, okay? We can exchange phone numbers if you want.” Before he could reply, she scribbled and torn the paper out and gave it to him. Then she left. “Thanks for bringing back the dinosaur eraser! I owe you one.”

Watching her afar, Rindou found himself—his heart coiled at the sight of the girl who noticed him for him—for the first time.

Cute.

Ran is right.

She had certainly caught his eye.

*~~*~~*

{Present Day}

One day later, Rindou received a call from Sanzu, asking Rindou to meet him at the office. Rindou went and confronted Sanzu, where they discussed their plans beforehand.

“You disposed her, right? Just like I asked?”

“Yes,” Sanzu affirmed. “I did.”

“And the traces?”

“They’re all gone for good.”

He almost seemed nervous.

“This letter is from her,” Sanzu said, almost quiet, as if this isn’t the real Sanzu speaking to Rindou.

As he ripped the envelope, Rindou heard Sanzu’s fainted gasp.

“What?” Rindou asked, almost impatiently.

“You have to see this,” is all Sanzu said.

Discarded the sheets, on the chair, there’s a newborn infant in the basket.

Taglist: @galactict3a @colored-tr-panels @glamourkills18 @f1yh1gh @onyx-blossom

[eggtartz]

a/n : my previous rindou fic got overwhelming likes thankyou sm 😭 so here another rindou fic hehe <3

summary : just wild dancing with rindou in the club (inspired by)

wc : 821

roppongi was ruled by the haitani's. the siblings was the leaders of the pact there so when you stated your intention to have fun time at the party, your boyfriend rindou agreed to it. except that, it wasn't fun and he was guarding your drink all the time so you won't be too drunk.

"rindoun c'mon i've been drinking coke all the time" you complained when another coke was served to you on the bar. he took the glass and pushed it in front of you. "i don't know what you're saying, i just don't want you to get too drunk. you're horrendous when you're drunk"

he said while sipping the alcohol in his hand. it isn't fair how he could drink the substance but you couldn't when you've been wanting to loose some screws in your head. upon drinking too many coke, you stand to head to the bathroom. by the corner of your eye, you saw rindou following you. "it's okay rin, you can see the bathroom from here i'll be fine" you assured your boyfriend.

you knew he was doing this because he was worried you might bump into some shady guys in the area although no one was stupid enough to mess with rindou haitani's girlfriend.

after using the toilet and sighing heavily, you were washing your hands until you saw a cup of liquor on the sink. you were so curious of how it tasted like, one sip couldn't mean any harm.

"woah there sorry that's my drink" a girl approached you while holding a blunt on her hand. "oh sorry, i was curious how it taste like. my boyfriend doesn't let me drink"

"excuse me?" her friend, you assumed asked you while staring at you through the mirror. she was holding a red lipstick and a small pocket mirror. it's then you realized that the girl had her own group consisting of four to five people who had drinks in their hands.

"wait hold on that can't happen stay here i'll grab something from the bar to freshen you up" the third girl said, makeup in hand. "oh you poor thing, came to the club but couldn't drink. you know what? ditch your boyfriend for a bit, hang out with us" one of them said while fixing her lashes.

"i don't think i can. my boyfriend is like right there watching the door. he'd noticed" you heard she said a tsk before suggesting "then let's get you drunk here"

you drank at least five shots of the strong liquor with them in the bathroom and as they were very chatty, the water was affecting your system pretty quickly. you were giggling a lot so they smiled at you sweetly "oh look at you all red. let's get you back to your boyfriend, he must be worried" she held your hand but you refused. what's the use if you came here but didn't had fun anyway.

meanwhile outside rindou was talking to ran until he heard a commotion on the dance floor. he didn't mind it, it was normal to him anyway. but something caught his attention. a short figure wearing a black dress was wildly dancing and he didn't need to glance twice to confirm that was indeed his girlfriend.

he rushed towards you who have been swaying your hips to multiple directions while bobbing your had to the music the dj was playing. rindou tried stopping your body from moving but you caught his hands and placed them on your waist while you slithered your arms on his neck. he saw in the club lights that you were red all over leaned towards you "how many have you been drinking?" he asked with a frown. you giggled "mmf enough" you answered with a playful tone.

the dj then changed the music to an edm song. it was one of your favorite songs so stopped your movement and bent over a bit to take off your heels. bare foot, you jumped with the bass boost of the song that was echoing while offering rindou another hand of yours. "c'mon, rinnie the night won't last forever" you said with hiccups.

rindou that tried to drag you back home gave up and just danced there with you. everyone in the club was jumping to the exciting beats of the song and one of the people there sprayed a bottle of beer on the dance floor. rindou was lifting you in the air since you were two seconds from collapsing but you were the most happiest at the moment. happy, with your boyfriend, in his arms. rindou was content on seeing your face.

you couldn't sleep last night and talked all night long when rindou took you home. he kissed your forehead and put a blanket on your body which you snuggled comfortably. he'll return next morning because he oh just knows that you'll have the heaviest hangover.

[mandareeboo]

Total Drama Island Review, "Not So Happy Campers- Part 1"

Total Drama! It's such an odd show. I'd say about, hmm, 60% of the jokes have aged poorly? But it's such a facet of most of our childhoods. It matters a lot to us even with all of that- and I just think that's neat.

As previously discussed, each elimination round will be held by us as well! Every time someone is voted off the Island, I will hold a poll at the bottom asking who you think should have left that week! Just as a bit of extra fun.

This particular series won't have any Character Introductions, simply because there's so many characters and they're introduced by the show itself, but it will have the usual Synopsis, Fun Tidbits, Character Mistakes, and final Votes!

SYNOPSIS

We open on Chris McLean, a washed-up Hollywood star hoping to revitalize his career. He tells us all about the reality show he's producing- he claims it's somewhere in Muskoka, that twenty-two teenagers have signed up to live here for eight weeks, and at end the winner will be gifted a small fortune and tabloid fame.

The point of this show is the same as ever other reality show- drama. Every three days the campers compete in challenges. The losing team must then decide who to vote off with the iconic marshmallow. The camper voted off is then jetted off on the boat of losers- home, he claims, but everyone whose watched this show knows he's lying.

"Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out here, right now, on Total. Drama. Island!"

"We told them they'd all be staying at this five star resort, so if they seem a little TO'ed that's probably why."

One by one, we meet the campers. We get a little segment on all of them, showcasing exactly the kind of shenanigans we should expect. It's a long list so buckle up:

Beth, sweet but blunt, hugs Chris proclaiming he's a bit short. DJ is a kindhearted guy with a love for animals, high-fiving Chris before grumbling about the application form bullshitting him. Gwen is sullen but not unrightly so, ripping up her contract. Chris laughs that he has more. Geoff parties right off the boat, just a genuinely chill guy. Lindsay is a nice girl but doesn't have a lot going on upstairs other than amazing hair. Heather, clearly less than pleased, recoils from Beth and looks ready to have a hernia. Duncan's fresh from juvie and somehow managed to smuggle a radio into his bag. Tyler- athletic but uh. Not great at sticking the landing. Harold, quiet but intense, is excited to get started. Trent's a guy with a guitar whose probably attractive if you're a teenager and into men, neither of which I was when I saw first watched this show rip. Either way he and Gwen hit it off. Bridgette is a surfer girl who is all about saving animals, even going vegetarian. She accidentally whacks Chris with her board passing through.

Halfway there!

Noah is book-smart and got a sharp tongue. He has life-threatening allergies which Chris casually brushes off. Leshawna is charismatic and loud, something Harold mentions and gets told off for. Katie and Sadie are friends who took the "twinsies!" trend waaaaaaay too seriously. Ezekial is home-schooled and not allowed out much. Cody's got a lot of pep but rolled low on charisma stats. Eva is strong but short-tempered. Owen's a big guy with a big heart and a LOT of love to share. Courtney is proper and a bit full of herself. Justin gets a personality later but for now he's just eye candy. Owen instantly gets a crush and we stan a bisexual king. And Izzy is either a woman with mental issues or a secret genius, depending on the theories you buy into, and crashes chin-first into the deck.

Chris calls the campers to the end of the dock for a promo photo and it collapses beneath them.

"Everyone say Wawanakwa!"

Given ten minutes to dry off, the campers are gathered at the campfire. Chris promises one hundred thousand dollars to the winner- an amount that really isn't worth the hassle, looking back on it- and announces the cabins are co-ed, with women on one side and men on the other. Gwen complains but is shut down by Tyler, who reminds her he's sleeping next to Duncan- currently noogieing a deer.

The campers are then split into two teams: The Screaming Gophers and The Killer Bass. Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Katie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin, and Noah make the Screaming Gophers, while the Killer Bass are made up of Goeff, Bridgette, DJ, Tyler, Sadie, Izzy, Courtney, Ezekial, Duncan, Eva, and Harold.

Chris explains that everyone will be on tape constantly- even in the toilets, which are designed for private video diaries to let the people back home hear their personal thoughts.

The campers move in (Gophers to the East, Bass to the West) with some mild friction. Heather and Gwen get off on the wrong foot, Cody tries to flirt with Gwen, Lindsay gets a dose of reality upon realizing everyone showers together, and everyone gets a little homophobic about Owen liking to have sleepovers with guys. Still stanning a bisexual king.

Chris further explains that there's no chaperones, leaving twenty-two teenagers to be, well, teenagers. A few on both sides of the cabins get together to murk a cockroach that invades the Gopher's female cabin.

"Listen up! I serve it three times a day, and you will eat it three times a day. Grab your tray, getcha food, and sit your butts down, NOW!"

We meet the other host, Chef Hatchet, serving fiddles at the cafeteria. Chef is a retired military man implied to have been in at least one war. He serves as the camp chef and also as Chris' partner in crime.

Some of the kids fuss over major food groups, but Chef shuts them down. He feeds the scrawny campers extras. Leshawna tries to befriend Eva but is rebuffed. Everyone tucks into food that's still a bit wiggly and Chris returns to introduce the viewers to the main lodge.

Goeff asks for a pizza, and Chef yeets a literal hatchet into the wall. Judging by Chris' lack of reaction, this is not the first time. Terrified, the kids stop asking. Chris explains the first challenge is in an hour and dips back to eat some gold-plated caviar or something.

"What do you think they'll have us do?" "It's our first challenge. How hard can it be?"

Regrouping in their swimsuits, the campers find themselves at the highest peak of Wawanakwa overlooking shark-infested waters. Recognizing the trope, DJ cuts the first half off with a well-placed "Oh, shit."

FINAL REVIEW

It doesn't feel right to rate one half of a two-parter, so for now this stays un-rated! I will say it's not shaping up to be my favorite by far, if only for Chris. He feels much less.... himself in the first episode. I guess I'm used to his later, more eager sadism.

It was a great way to introduce the concept and characters, though!

Votes

No one's walked the dock of shame as of yet, so I figured why not have a silly, fun poll this time around! Just to get the juices flowing.

[hotlantis-regular]

Splatoon Music Catalogue Volume 14: Off The Hook

A pop duo based in Inkopolis Square that provide daily news to the residents along with fresh music.

The duo’s members are:

Pearl, an inkling who’s voice can damage way more than your eardrums when with the right equipment. Pearl’s destructive voice and personality lead to her nickname before off the hook: “The club destroyer” before her Off The Hook days. Though you wouldn’t see that at face value when she’s simply showing off the latest stages. Pearl provides the vocals to their music(which thankfully is a contrast to her past voice). Pearl herself comes from an exceedingly rich family from Calamari County and does not know much about Marina when they first met, which is a nice segway into:

Marina: The duo’s dj who brings the beats and melodies to the table, Marina is a stark contrast to her band partner, being sweet spoken and reserved rather than blunt and a bit loud. Sadly I don’t know much sources about Marina’s past* other than Pearl taught her inkling customs and after showing her a demo agreed to form Off The Hook.

My favorite song of their would have to bee Ebb And Flow, as it shows the best of both their talents, a perfect blend of Pearl and Marina’s skills.

Goodbye for now, see you all next catalogue!

*side note I do know about her octarian regime stuff but these catalogues are written like they’re in the splatoon universe so I try to stay in universe with that kinda knowledge.

[cyarskaren52]

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YOU SUCKAS: THE 25 DOPEST KRS-ONE SONGS

By Kiani Shabazz

Published Sat, August 28, 2021 at 6:00 PM EDT

Lawrence “Kris” Parker, better known as KRS-One, is one of the most groundbreaking emcees in Hip-Hop history. 

Known for his politically-charged raps, brash delivery, and ethos of promoting Afrocentrism and knowledge, KRS-One is one of the godfathers of political or conscious rap, but his influence doesn't stop there. KRS always incorporates patois and Jamaican toasting in his flow, connecting dancehall and Hip-Hop for anyone who may have forgotten how much the Caribbean helped forge this culture. And on Boogie Down Productions' classic debut Criminal Minded, his gritty street tales helped set the mold for what would later be called gangsta rap. 

His name is an abbreviation for Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone, and "The Teacha" never falls short of delivering a thought-provoking message with his gift of lyrical storytelling. KRS has a long catalog of tracks from his days with Boogie Down Productions and his solo career. Here are KRS-One’s 25 Dopest Songs. 

#26

“MAD IZM” - CHANNEL LIVE FEAT. KRS-ONE [BONUS SONG]

Our BONUS SONG pick is a celebrated classic guest spot! KRS links up with New Jersey duo Channel Live over a hypnotizing loop as the emcees spit lyrics about smoking the finest tree.

#25

“HIP-HOP VS. RAP”

On this track KRS maps out the differences between hip-hop and rap. “Rap is something you do, hip-hop is something you live,” the emcee explains. Kris shouts out a dozen or so other classic rap tracks on the song, which was a freestyle originally released as the B-side of 1994s "Sound Of Da Police."

#24

"AH YEAH"

One of the most incendiary tracks in a catalog that's about as unapologetic as it gets, KRS delivers this firebomb on his classic sophomore solo album, calling out white supremacy and racism on one of his most bombastic anthems.

#23

"A FRIEND"

KRS-One reflects on the qualities that people have to have in order for them to kick it with him. In true KRS fashion, the rapper has to drop some conscious bars about trustworthiness, hip-hop culture, and respect on the track about friendship and camaraderie. 

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#22

"FREE MUMIA"

While the track is dedicated to Mumia Abu-Jamal, a political prisoner, little is mentioned about him. It can be said that KRS-One used Mumia as a comparison: Mumia was arrested and convicted for political reasons, just like Hip-Hop was under trail and used as a scapegoat for political gain.

#21

"DUCK DOWN" - BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS

One of KRS-One’s hardest tracks. Over a banging drum beat, KRS delivers another clear message to sucka emcees about who exactly holds the crown in Hip Hop. With a hard hitting breakbeat and horror movie type sample, this track is nothing short of a banger.

#20

"BLACK COP"

The version of “Black Cop” that appeared on "Return of the Boom Bap" was a remix produced by Kenny Parker and KRS-One. The original record, produced by Pal Joey, was scrapped. In fact, its first release on the "CB4" soundtrack lists Pal Joey as the producer and its rerelease on the "Return of the Boom Bap" lists KRS-One, clearly revealing that a mix up had occurred.

#19

“JIMMY” - BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS

KRS-One gives us a safe-sex anthem with “Jimmy.” At the height of the AIDs epidemic, Teacha reminds all the “super hoes” to wrap it up before laying it down in the bedroom. The song is informative yet playful, the hook later being interpolated for Diddy and Pharell's 2001 collaboration “Diddy."

#18

"I CAN'T WAKE UP"

One of DJ Premier's most raucous beats is the backdrop for KRS to get off-the-wall; recounting a dream of being a blunt—that's getting passed among everybody in Hip-Hop, from Redman to Greg Nice to Yo-Yo. 

#17

"POETRY" - BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS

The opening track to the classic Criminal Minded sets the tone for the rest of the album: hard, minimalistic beats and KRS’ intelligent lyricism. Revolutionary and hugely influential, Hip Hop in its purest form.

#16

"RAPPAZ R N DANJA"

This DJ Premier-produced banger is the perfect opener to KRS One’s underappreciated eponymous titled second solo album. KRS has a message for wack rappers – guess what: they are in danger.

#15

"CRIMINAL MINDED" - BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS

The title track to Boogie Down Production’s 1987 album is the perfect introduction to KRS-One’s conscious rap style. The rapper was unmatched in his era. KRS flows effortlessly on the hard hitting beat as Scott La- Rock chops and scratches throughout the track. The perfect introduction to one of the best emcee’s of all time. 

#14

"YOU MUST LEARN" - BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS

KRS-One addresses the American public school system and its obsession with teaching black kids nothing but ‘white history’. In this song the rapper takes it upon himself to teach his listeners the importance of African American history, name-dropping black history icons like Benjamin Banneker, Garrett Morgan, and Harriet Tubman. He makes it clear that young blacks should educate themselves on their history. They must learn!

#13

"WHY IS THAT?" - BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS

Much like "Black Man In Effect" from "Edutainment," this song is signature KRS One. Thought-provoking, provocative, filled with knowledge and ultimately uplifting; this is one of the highlights of Boogie Down Productions’ "Ghetto Music: The Blueprint Of Hip-Hop."

#12

“STOP THE VIOLENCE” - BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS

The song that kicked off the rapper’s Stop the Violence campaign, promoting peace and harmony in the hip-hop community. The campaign was kicked off after a fan was shot and killed outside of a Boogie Down Productions and Public Enemy show. The track encourages listeners to change the narrative of hip-hop and street culture by putting an end to the violence, staying true to KRS-One’s ethos of positivity and black empowerment. 

#11

“9MM GOES BANG” - BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS

On this track, Blastmaster KRS tells us a story about his trusty 9mm pistol. Evidence of early KRS-One (before he fully adopted his "Teacha" persona), this Kris is not the one to fuck with. With some attempted robberies and beef over somebody’s girl KRS always keeps his gun on his side, always ready for the smoke. A prime example of how BDP helped lay the groundwork for gangsta rap, before the tragic murder of Scott La Rock set KRS on a more conscious path. 

#10

"SELF DESTRUCTION" (STOP THE VIOLENCE MOVEMENT)

“Self-Destruction” was released as a charity single for the National Urban Legue, a New York City civil rights organization that is dedicated to fighting racial discrimination. The song was made after several shootings in New York City’s Hip-Hop scene, including the one that killed his friend and Boogie Down Productions founder, Scott La Rock. 

#9

"OUTTA HERE"

KRS-One calls out all sucka MCs on the predecessor to his 1995 track, “Rappaz R N Danja”. The track warns one-hit wonder rappers and wack rappers to keep their eye on the clock because the time will come when they will be “Outta Here”.

#8

"LOVE’S GONNA GETCHA (MATERIAL LOVE)" - BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS

The 8th track off of "Edutainment" released in 1990, this single was produced by Pal Joey, and features a music Video. Here KRS-One teaches us the dangers of materialism and falling in love with items and flashy things and value these items more than life itself.

#7

"I’M STILL #1" - BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS

One of the stand-out tracks from the overall excellent By All Means Necessary album. As early as 1988 KRS proclaims with confidence he is still the GOAT and will still be always be. Thirty years later, not many have came to prove him wrong.

#6

"THE BRIDGE IS OVER" - BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS

This single is one of the most iconic diss records of all time. A continuation of their song “South Bronx”, going even harder on the Juice Crew’s MC Shan, Marley Marl, Mr. Magic and Roxanne Shante. 

#5

"STEP INTO A WORLD (RAPTURE'S DELIGHT)"

This track is simply a banger! Taking a sample from Blondie’s, “Rapture”, on of the first songs that made hip-hop pop, was an anthem dedicated to the real emcees and hip-hop heads. KRS-One raps over one of the hardest beats in his career that is sure to get the club rockin.'

#4

"MC’S ACT LIKE THEY DON’T KNOW"

KRS- One and DJ Premier team up on the classic track “MC’s Act Like They Don’t Know” to once again let listeners and rappers know who is at the top of the game. Not only is KRS the best battle rapper with the sharpest pen, he also rocks the crowd better than every emcee too. There’s no question that KRS-One is one of the most energetic rappers to blaze the stage. He is engaging and ruthless on the mic. 

#3

"SOUND OF DA POLICE"

Unfortunately, this track is just as relevant today as it was the day of the release decades ago. In this song KRS One addresses police brutality toward the black community, linking the days of slavery to the way police acts in these modern times. Comparing overseers to police officers, everyone should be scared of the sounds of the police. 

#2

"SOUTH BRONX"

In response to MC Shan’s “The Bridge”, KRS-One comes answers back with “South Bronx”, proving that hip-hop’s birthplace was still not to be fucked with! The iconic diss track is a staple of hip-hop history, officially firing back to Queensbridge rap group, The Juice Crew, kicking off the infamous Bridge Wars.

#1

"MY PHILOSOPHY"

KRS-One addresses the commercialization of hip-hop. He notices that the genre he grew up loving has become a marketing ploy and is losing the raw and genuine essence of hip-hop music. The song was ahead of its time, almost 30 years later the song is more relevant than ever. 

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[nancydrewwouldnever]

I think it's FWB and trolling. Some of the fandom wonders why Chris doesn't have career opportunities like Adam Driver, Chris Pine, and other peers. Stuff like this illustrates why Chris has stayed at a certain level in Hollywood. He is immature, messy, and is surrounded by people who are the same. He won't find any woman of quality with his antics and syphocant friend group. Nor will he level up his career. He is just wasted potential. // dear lord I am probably going to get hate for this but I totally agree. If not for his captain america role he would not be considered an A lister, like just compare him with his peers and for the sake of something a little more contained just look at his marvel co-stars, he is one of the few who doesnt have an important award not even a nominations and he is 20 years in, the only other’s that como to mind are the other chris's, but they seem to go for the blockbuster movies not really the award winning ones, and that wouldn't to bad if he was of the same mindset, but I think with DJ was him giving it a shot at something more serious and i remember him campaing quite hard for that emmy nom, that never came because his acting was eh, we will se with pain hustlers but I am not sure if he is up par with emily blunt (I have a feeling it will be like dont worry darling kind of thing, she shines and.. He is there), I also think that is the reason he is trying so hard to make the gene kelly project happen. He wants the awards.

The people around him might be good friends but they also seem like yes people and with the affinity of trolling, bunch of 40 years old that are still quite immature, maybe thats why they get along with Alba and her squad... Except they have the pass cuase they ARE in their mid twenties. Also maybe thats the reason he keeps her around? She seem to mold herselft to whatever he likes, from his books, to the rollerblading, etc. Probably her immaturity validates his

I am not trying to become across as a hater, cause I do not hate him at all, i am a fan but I think theres always room for critizism. He says he wants the house, the family, the kids, but his actions makes him seem inauthentic, I dont really mind the age gap that much considering they met when she was an adult, but if he was serious about her, he would either comfirm it o take a picture and be done with it, not through social media. Again actions not matching words. And I am not saying they are together but thats what it look likes at times, is either that or the he is trolling, and that also is not a good look.

I agree with anon above, he wont find one... I don't wanna say worthy, but don't know how else to describe it, with that attitude. Why sell the family man image to latter not act like it? Be like george clooney, enjoy life, enjoy women, I somwtimes feel that he feels he is against a ticking clock? He should just work on himself and let it happen naturally. I mean, george might have gotten married at like 50 but to Amal.

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[watercolorsinmyheart]

Descriptions of my Telenovela Characters.

Olivia is 16 years old. She is creative, funny impulsive and sarcastic. Olivia is an aspiring DJ who loves to mix different music genres, she has an incredibly colorful outlook on the world, which inspires her music mixes. She is a bit of a troublemaker and got expelled from her old school due to a mysterious incident that she doesn’t like to talk about.

Camilo is between 15 and 18 years old. He is clever, insightful and profound. He is a bit of a hipster and loves vintage stuff. Camilo is a poet and aspiring writer who shares his short stories on his Tumblr accounts. Camilo is very loyal to Olivia and his quiet demeanor hides a fiery personality.

Julián is 17 years old. He is awkward, clumsy and timid. Julián loves movies and has a blog, where he writes his own reviews. He has a critical personality and has the aspiration of becoming a movie director. He is already on the right path, thanks to his short films that are growing in popularity.

Luis is 16 years old. He is excitable, funny and capricious. He loves to draw attention to himself and entertain others, but unfortunately he often comes off as being extremely annoying. Luis is a genuinely well meaning person and his capricious attitude hides a more timid and insecure personality.

Carla is between 15 and 19 years old. She is non conformist, intelligent and slightly odd. Carla is a girl with very unusual tastes. She doesn’t follow trends and mostly stays on the sidelines, so she can watch the chaos around her. Carla likes to scare people, but she is actually a friendly and cheerful person.

Hugo is between 15 and 19 years old. He is Carla’s twin brother and is just as unusual as her. Hugo is mischievous, spooky and intelligent. He is a huge fan of the horror genre and often dresses up like a serial killer, but he is actually a big softie who can’t hurt a fly.

Irene is 16 years old. She is introvert, observant and attentive. Irene is not really a people’s person, but she loves animals and has even adopted several stray cats. Irene mostly stays in the shadows, but she always willing to help her peers if they ask for it.

Aitana is 16 years old. She is ambitious, confident and stubborn. Aitana is the kind of girl who always gets what she wants and currently it’s her goal is to get rid of Olivia. Aitana and Olivia have an incredibly intense rivalry, but it’s pretty obvious that there are sparks flying between them.

Anthony is 17 years old. He is stubborn, blunt and introvert. Anthony often makes snide remarks about everything and is a bit of a jerk. He is very creative and likes draw fan art of his favorite movies and Tv shows. Deep down he is actually very insecure and vulnerable, but he hides it behind a tough facade.

Romina is 16 years old. She is introvert, deadpan and sardonic. Romina often makes sarcastic comments about her peers, she is the kind of girl, who mostly gets ignored by everyone, but she doesn’t mind it, because she prefers reading over socializing. She seems to be a stoic person, but she is actually much more emotional than she seems.

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[slickshoesareyoucrazy]

The Chorus in My Head (and Another Real Part I Guess)

I know I have a couple people here who are younger than me by a significant margin, and some people who just don't have a DJ in their head all the time, but anybody remember that Violent Femmes song Lies? Yeah. That is just playing and playing and playing for me for the past week.

I super hate being lied to. And I've been doing pretty well not thinking about how hurt I was last fall, being so consistently and continuously lied to, I think. But for the past week or two, I've been thinking about it. A lot.

And I guess I want to write about writing some. So spoiler alert I guess for the handful (2 maybe 3) folks who are here who haven't read my first book(s).

Probably obviously, the first heroine I wrote in novel form was a lot like me. I mean...she didn't look like me. She didn't meet her eventual partner the same way I did; her partner was a lot different (physically and in small talk details anyway) than J. It's a fictional story still. But I really did work with a bunch of guys at a construction company; most of my old friends are guys (yay! Today is basketball Thursday!); I do tend to be a really blunt communicator and a sunshiney Pollyanna about life a lot of the time. I'm a Look on the Bright Side person. I'm a Glass Half Full person. It's how I survive. Maybe I started thinking about that because of Ke Huy Quan winning the Oscar for Everything Everywhere All At Once (everyone should see that film, for serious). I really related to his character, particularly this scene:

"When I choose to see the good side of things, I'm not being naive. It is strategic and necessary. It's how I've learned to survive through everything. "

And that's part of me that I'm grappling with now too, because my focusing hard on the good in people has often enough ended with me being lied to and hurt. To jump from a great movie to a great book, there's this quote in Khaled Hosseini's The Kite Runner that I've always related to too:

"And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too."

I'm a lot like Jessica Fielding (eventually Evers). On the insides. Not just her job or who she makes friends with or even that she's probably on the spectrum (because so am I), but I'm a person who means everything I say, and unfortunately, too many times, I've believed everyone else does too. And man, they sure don't.

I'm grateful that this time, the lies I was told didn't REALLY do me any practical harm. I didn't get physically injured. I didn't lose any important relationships with other people. I didn't lose any money. But damned if I'm not wondering if that's where they were headed. I have to get out of 'what if' land (thanks, basketball and my old guy friends today for probably assuring that happens), but right now I'm there. 'What if they were trying to break up my marriage? What if they were going to start asking for money? What if they were going to tear down the repairs I've made with my mom? What if they were going to use information to hurt J's career or keep me from going back to work? What if what if what if...?' I like people who are honest, because then I never have to wonder what if about them or their motives. It's easier to stay on the bright side with them, even when they tell me something dark, because I never have to search through their shadows for the truth. They just shine the light on it for me.

Anyway, time to prepare for what I hope and expect to be a good weekend. Because I'm like that. Go Norse! Go Cats! Go Cougars! (my alma mater; my hometown fandom; my kid's high school mascot)

Maybe I'll stop hearing Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies...stomping through my head soon.

[toxic-chasey]

Undertale: Inverted Lore (and first post)

Facts about AU:

• The au was not completed leaving the characters with an inverted colour palette and frequent glitches

• The characters health wise are slightly weaker than the classics

• The personalities of the characters are more unpredictable because of the characters not being completed

• Sometimes some of the characters will have episodes of soulessness lasting from minutes to days because of their incomplete souls

• Based on before the human came

• A finished parallel universe that is not inverted exists (I will create it soon)

• Would’ve been based on a neutral run if the au was finished

• Monsters will dust much sooner because of glitches sometimes having negative effects on a weaker monster

• The world is in mostly negative colours

• Characters will never experience a pacifist since the world is forever glitched

• Because of some events not happening, the underground is different

Sans:

• Very similar powers to classic with the exception of better stamina

• He is faster than classic thanks to not being lazy

• Also very similar to science sans

• He fell into the void instead of gaster

• This sans where’s the same symbol as papyrus (the one on the battle body) on his jacket

• Wears proper shoes

• Enjoys tomusto sauce and puts chicken salt on everything

• Prankster and loves puns

• This sans wears glasses occasionally since he is near sighted and he thinks it makes him look more like a scientist

• Sans does recall having a brother but barely knows anything about him

• Vibes

• Sometimes giggles to himself about the smallest things like a random Doritos packet floating in the void will make him giggle for hours

Gaster:

• Gaster likes bagels instead of eggs

• He looks like discord light mode

• He can barely remember sans, it feels like a dream

• He gave up similar to sans

• He is not as merciful as sans

• Makes puns and is not above using his power for pranks

Papyrus:

• Papyrus likes puns but thinks there’s a time and place for them

• Papyrus doesn’t understand most puns

• Papyrus doesn’t know who sans is because of Gaster replacing him

• Papyrus can also become soulless sometimes, making him one of the strongest and most feared when acting soulless

• Papyrus acts very similar to classic

• Papyrus can use Gaster blasters

• Papyrus knows a lot more than he let’s on

• Can do Physic breaking acrobatics

• Is still really kind

Undyne:

• Still leader of the Royal guard

• Very similar to classic

• Makes rash decisions

• Doesn’t know gaster too well

• Never met queen toriel

Toriel:

• Makes cheesecake instead of pie

• Talks to gaster instead of sans

• Talks similar to starfire from Teen Titans Go

• Stays in the ruins similar to classic

• Sometimes can act very blunt

• Hates parties until she gets involved (she becomes a party animal)

• Hates Asgore

• Since there is no pacifist she doesn’t know undyne, alphys, Mettaton and all the others

Asgore

• Does what he has to for monster kind

• Merciful and merciless depending on the situation

• Makes dad jokes

• Poppies are everywhere instead of buttercup flowers

• Tries to make cheesecake but fails a lot

Alphys:

• Was never Royal scientist

• Never created the amalgamates

• Just a nerd

• Never really got to know undyne

• Likes anime

• Still shy

Mettaton:

• More advanced since alphys had free time to think about it

Nabstablook:

• Sometimes crashes

• When turning on and off he makes the windows sound

• Can sometimes build up friction and zap someone (sometimes uses it for pranks)

• Very similar to classic

• Talks to nabstablook more

• Nabstablook is DJ for mettatons shows

• Body was completed so is not often sexy rectangle anymore

• Ohhhh yessssss

• Is now a robot similar to mettaton

• Acts very similar to classic

Flowey:

• Very similar to classic

• Is sometimes freaked out when monsters go soulless

• Bored all the time

Would you guys like to know more? This is my first au so I hope you like it! I only have a drawing of Inverted!Sans so far so if you'd like to see the other characters or (maybe) an ask blog let me know!

[garykrepak]

I wanna start a social club for people living with ASD. It would be a dark, soothing space with silent espresso machines and baristas that are forbidden from speaking. Except for one, who’s a licensed Psychotherapist.

All coffee and food orders and payment via app.

The background music would be very deep and meaningful and immersive at times. Never vapid or dissonant.

The room will be heavily acoustically treated as to not give offending reflections.

Asparagus and peas and cabbage are utterly forbidden from the menu.

The coffees MUST have character and not be too acidic or bland. Flavored roasts are forbidden.

It would be staffed by Aspies. Who would argue a lot and demand perfection at all times.

1/4 of the invites would show up. The rest would overthink their way into staying in their home; Waiting on reviews for next time.

The decor would be totally comfortable and every fabric and wood grain meticulously curated into a non-offensive atmosphere of dim luxury and comfort. All color temperatures from lighting selected for comfort and flattery rather than economy.

We’d all stand around never making eye contact and waiting for something important to be said. Then engage in argumentative depths of rabbit-holery. Delivered in an oddly hand flapping, deadpan verbal way that would make Normies’ eyes glaze over.

We’d all leave in disgust when conversation attempted to turn to small talk.

There will be booths with walls of silence and privacy.

Two chess tables.

Cannabis-Friendly smoking patio (busiest spot)

Library that adheres to Dewey Decimal System.

Reading room where speech is forbidden.

There’s always gonna be that one table with a couple with tangible chemistry that won’t actually hook up because one is afraid that the other will sound even worse in bed than they do out of it.

Silent disco but every DJ is in sync and in key so the subs don’t throw us off as we demonstrate how poorly we can dance.

Graffiti of legible writing in the bathrooms.

A cultural haven of comfort and honesty that would make corporations cringe in its bluntness and lack of buzz-wordery.

I’d call it The Banned Mask