#juice box yaps

[juicy-juiceboxes]

@ikkosu this your man?

[clannfearrunt]

Finally reached level 30! You can tell I don’t play much. Locker patch notes the kid now has lunch and a snail

[loveyhoons]

MY DEAR ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა | l.hj

pairing: lee hyunjae x f! reader

genre: best friends to lovers!

synopsis: hyunjae was not expecting to confess his feelings for you at his older sister’s wedding

word count: 3.5k words

warnings: mild cussing, mentions of alcohol, hyunjae being a bit too tipsy, kissing, our two leads being a bit oblivious (someone pls help them)

author’s note: hi everyone :D i finally finished this after a month of it sitting in my drafts, i hope you enjoy reading this little one shot <3

If love was a losing battlefield, that is what Lee Hyunjae pictured it to be.

The young man in his mid-20s had no idea how he kept his bottled-up feelings for his best friend L/N Y/N for so long. Everyone would make bets of when the other would crack or confess. But whenever you would hear of these silly bets or predictions, you would laugh it off, saying that you two were just best of friends.

Little did you know, those words would sting Hyunjae like a bee. And little did you know, he had a crush on you from the moment you both met as mere toddlers.

Hyunjae vividly remembered sipping on a juice box waiting for class to start, scared. He had an attachment to his parents and older sister at a young age. Whenever he was left with his grandparents or his aunt, he would start to look for them, crying out of fear.

He immediately started to sob as soon as his mom unbuckled his car seat.

Surely but slowly, making it into the classroom and out of the school parking lot, his teacher offered him an apple juice to calm him down and distract him from his mom leaving to go to work.

Hyunjae sat still, feeling nervous as soon as he found out his juice box was empty. As he put juice box down, he started to look around the classroom, trying to calm himself down. Once he saw you walk in the classroom with a big gap in your top front teeth owning a big smile and a contagious giggle, he knew from there on out that you would be his best friend for life.

And from there on, you two were peas in a pod.

No one could separate you both even if they tried. It got to the point where you were always at his or his always at yours. Your parents would always set an extra plate down at the dinner table and vice versa. It was a reoccurring thing and even your families treated you both as having an extra kid in the household.

Even at family outings, he would always tag along or you’d always tag along on his. There was never a dull moment whenever you guys were together and your families secretly swore to each other that you both would get together in the future.

Things slowly then started to change as you both reached middle school. As soon as you started having sporadic crushes on boys in your grade, Hyunjae started to feel irritated by every boy you mentioned.

Hyunjae recalled when you had a crush on the golden boy Kim Younghoon in the 8th grade. You would go on about how smart he’d be in their science class or volunteer in math, every time your teacher would ask the class to solve a problem. Hyunjae felt irritated but dealt with your yapping because after all, you are his best friend.

No matter how many times he’d be exhausted from you going on and on, he’d still listen because he cared a lot about you. He liked hearing about things that excited you- even if it was about a boy that was not him. He liked seeing you happy, it seemed to be all he cared about.

When the annual school field trip to a science museum came, Hyunjae remembered how he felt seeing you get put into a group with Younghoon.

He felt those nervous jitters he felt, the first time he saw you back in kindergarten.

He remembered, holding his hand to his chest on the ride back to the school campus, confused by all the mixed emotions he was feeling.

And that is when he realized, he may of had feelings for you that entire time. He remembered muttering to himself on the bus, leaving his best friend Juyeon concerned whether he was okay or not- thinking he was dehydrated or had a bad headache.

Scared of ruining his friendship with you, Hyunjae kept his feelings to himself. He thought they would just magically disappear like a magician saying abracadabra in their little magic tricks. He thought suppressing them would be better and it would be best to just let things be.

Those suppressed feelings worked for a bit while the both of you managed to get into your first relationships with other people throughout high school. It would all change once you both got into the same university and broke up with your partners.

And yet until the present time, the both of you still ended up single.

As the both of you then graduated, you both started your respective careers, always meeting up with your circle of friends once in a while and of course, always being together in your free time.

Sometimes Hyunjae would hang out at your apartment and sometimes you’d hang out at his.

Hyunjae realized that during all of this maybe his feelings never changed since then.

Maybe, he never did get over his feelings for you.

Now here he is, sitting at the closest table by the concessions stand of his sister’s wedding, taking another shot of God knows what with his best friends Juyeon, Kevin, and Jacob.

“Man, slow down, your sister is going to beat your ass,” Kevin muttered as Hyunjae shook his head.

Hyunjae’s older sister Yoonah was finally getting married to her boyfriend after 5 years. He was happy for his sister but as soon as he heard Younghoon was invited (his older sister so happens to be the same age as Yoonah), he felt like he was about to lock himself in his bedroom and roll into a ball. He did not know if Younghoon had a girlfriend or not- heck he never spoken to him since middle school. As soon as he saw Younghoon walk into the entrance of the city hall earlier, he felt like he was about to pull his hair out.

As he drank the remaining alcohol in his glass, he remembered Yoonah and their little conversation whilst shopping for her wedding reception.

“My baby brother, when will you admit it, you’re not getting any younger.” Yoonah sighed as she looked through the variety of utensils and plates. As she picked up one of the silver spoons, she glanced to Hyunjae who was looking away, pretending not to hear anything she said. He whistled a tune of the song he heard from Yoonah’s playlist in the car earlier, crossing his arms.

Hyunjae unwillingly agreed to help Yoonah out with the wedding ceremony preparations. As Yoonah’s best friend Naeun had a last-minute errand to run, she immediately asked Hyunjae to go with her. With Hyunjae only having one day off this week due to a large project at the office, he was exhausted, to say the least- but he could not pass on the offer of Yoonah treating him to lunch.

The two were now walking around an events coordinator's office, looking for inspiration for the wedding reception. Yoonah decided with her fiance, that it would be best if the wedding would take place half a year from the proposal. Even if it seemed like it would be far away from the current date, they wanted to prepare early and make sure everything was perfect.

“Noona, I did not come here to answer those questions.” Hyunjae sighed as he walked beside her toward the next section.

“When did you become so grumpy, you used to cling to Mom, Dad, and me all the time?” Yoonah pouted as she jokingly pulled on Hyunjae’s cheek.

“Stop it!” Hyunjae sighed as he looked around. He did not like when Yoonah drew attention to them, especially in public.

Yoonah chuckled. She shook her head, walking towards the other side of the store. “I’m just telling you, everyone knows except her.”

“You’re lying.”

“Why do our moms always talk about your guys’ future kids and their names then?”

Hyunjae looked at Yoonah in pure confusion. “They do that?”

“Well of course when you aren’t there dummy.”

Yoonah then glanced towards the different colored threads, trying to find perfect accents for the reception. She looked back to Hyunjae as she let go of the thread she held. “I’m serious though, how would you feel if she told you she met someone?”

“It’s been years Noona, plus she’s work-oriented you know her.” Hyunjae disagreed. He felt a bit uncomfortable, knowing he was just pulling excuses.

He recalled when You first told him someone asked her out on a date. It was the time when You recently just moved into your place and just finished settling down. He felt his teeth grinding on each other, giving the biggest smile. Of course, he was happy that You were ecstatic about getting asked out, but at the same time, he was dishonest with himself, wishing that it was him instead.

“I’m just telling you, you never know what could happen.”

“And what if we don’t speak again, I can’t lose her.”

“It doesn’t hurt to try,” Yoonah’s lips turned into a little smile. She then smiled. “I’d love her as a sister-in-law though.”

“Okay, I think it’s time to get lunch now Noona.”

Hyunjae glanced towards you as you were sitting by the terrace with Younghoon. You were catching up with him, reminiscing about the old times in middle school and talking about the encounters you both had even if it was just a small hi or hello.

He felt like that conversation with Yoonah was now biting him in the butt as if it was destined to happen.

Hyunjae focused on how your lips turned into a wide smile every time Younghoon would talk or how your right dimple poked out whenever you’d laugh. He hated that you were laughing with someone else- that was not him. He put down his empty glass, asking the waiter to give him another.

“Now, I know why he’s drinking.” Juyeon nudged both Kevin and Jacob, eyeing you with Younghoon.

The two then looked at you and back to Hyunjae, realizing what was going on.

“Bro, you’re an idiot.” Jacob sighed.

“Guys, let me be.” Hyunjae muttered.

“It’s your sister’s wedding, shouldn’t you be happy right now?” Juyeon asked.

Hyunjae shook his head, letting out a dry laugh. “I’m happy I promise.”

“Jae, we all know that you’re dying on the inside knowing Y/N is talking to Younghoon after so long. You’re scared aren’t you?” Kevin asked.

Hyunjae glared at Kevin and shook his head again. He laughed and thanked the waiter and took another sip from the glass.

Juyeon then tapped Kevin and Jacob’s shoulders, huddling with them behind Hyunjae. “Guys, I may have a plan…” He muttered softly.

“Huh?” Jacob asked.

Kevin sighed, crossing his arms. “What did you have in mind?”

Juyeon smirked. “You guys do know Younghoon has a girlfriend right?”

Everyone was busy partying on the dance floor as Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars started to play. With strobe lights glistening and loud music blaring throughout the reception hall, it seemed not to bother Hyunjae much as he was stuck in his own little world.

Hyunjae was unaware of how many drinks he asked the waiter for. He did not realize that his friends were dancing on the dance floor and left him alone to his own devices.

Little did he know, Juyeon went up towards You and Younghoon, interrupting your small talk. After he pointed towards Hyunjae, showing you what happened, you sat your glass of Champagne down.

You said goodbye to Younghoon and told Juyeon a quick thanks, telling him you would take care of Hyunjae. You knew your best friend better than himself and that him and alcohol did not mix well.

You walked quickly to where Hyunjae was and sighed. He had his head down, facing the other side, already asleep. You shook his shoulder a little, trying to see if he was conscious or not.

Hyunjae sat up and turned towards you. He muttered a hi and smiled a little. He felt a bit tipsy from whatever he drank but could somewhat still tell what was going on.

Somewhat.

You rolled your eyes, a bit annoyed with Hyunjae. Out of all the times he decided to drink, it had to be right now at the reception hall of his sister’s wedding. “Jae, what happened?”

“Can we get some air please?” Hyunjae asked softly. “I just need air right now.”

“Can you even walk?” You asked.

Hyunjae stood up from his seat, wobbling a little. He gave you a little thumbs up as he walked and stumbled a little to the side entrance. You put his arm around yours for balance as you both walked out.

The both of you then sat on a bench right by where the large fountain was. It was a nice little seating area that had a path that led straight to the parking lot. It was quiet and peaceful out here with no one around. All you could hear was just the trees swaying in the wind below the night sky and the water sprouting out from the top splashing down to the bottom of the fountain.

The music was blaring still but it was now a bit muffled as the side doors to the reception hall was closed shut.

“Y/N, I need, I need to tell you something.” Hyunjae stammered a little.

“And what is that?” You asked.

“Do you like Younghoon again?”

You blinked your eyes rapidly, taken aback by Hyunjae’s question. You know Hyunjae did not take his alcohol well but never was he that blunt to ask such a question.

“No?” You replied in confusion. “He has a girlfriend Jae.”

“Oh, that’s good to hear. Good for him.” Hyunjae’s lips formed into a smile as you laughed to yourself.

“Why did you ask?”

“Maybe it’s cause I hate to see you with someone, that’s not me.”

Your breath hitched a little. Taken aback by Hyunjae’s words, you looked intently at him. You knew alcohol could be someone’s worst enemy and it seemed to be your own best friend’s right now- revealing something that you could have never imagined. “Can you, can you say that one more time?”

Hyunjae felt himself wake up little by little. He did not know if he was dreaming or not, but if he was, he decided it was now or never. Because frankly, when would he even admit to his own feelings?

“Y/N, I don’t want you to laugh with someone that’s not me. I don’t want you to see you smiling with someone that’s not me. I want it to be me.” Hyunjae said as he turned his head towards you. “All these years I wished it was me Y/N.”

“You’re my best friend,” You said under your breath. “I never thought you’d see me in that light.”

“Wasn’t I obvious Y/N?” Hyunjae asked. “I don’t know but ever since we graduated, I think I just fell more in love with you. Our lives now, it’s as if we’re together, don’t you think?”

You gulped a little. It felt like your little conversation with Younghoon was about to come to life in just a snap of a finger.

“So, are you and your best friend a thing yet?” Younghoon peered his eyes in Hyunjae’s direction. You glanced towards Hyunjae who was drinking with his best guy friends.

You looked back to Younghoon and shook your head. “Oh, Hyunjae and I? We are just best friends. Always have and always will be.”

“Are you sure about that?” Younghoon laughed. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “I see your Instagram stories once in a while, you guys are always together.”

“Let’s just say we never really thought of each other in that sense- I mean I’ll admit there was this one point in college when I started to question my feelings for him but I just let it go.”

“And why did you?” Younghoon sighed. “I remember in the 8th grade this one time, you remember that field trip we went on right?”

“Oh yeah, that, what about it?”

“The way he looked at me from afar,” Younghoon said. “It looked like he was about to fight me or threaten me. I never seen him so mad in my life.”

“Huh?” You asked in confusion.

“Y/N, you’re a bit oblivious. I do think deep down you like him, you just don’t want to address that elephant in the room.”

You let out a laugh. “Younghoon-”

“Y/N. I’m serious. I know you liked me but don’t get me wrong, a few boys did like you too.” Younghoon sat up. “We knew we’d never stand a chance next to Hyunjae. That’s why I was surprised when I heard you had a boyfriend that wasn’t him in high school through a mutual friend.”

“Oh,” You replied.

“That’s beside the point though. Maybe it’s your guys' turn to admit to each other’s feelings.”

“This is funny hearing it from a guy I used to like.” You laughed awkwardly as Younghoon shook his head. “I am very flattered Y/N, but I really do wish you and him the best.”

You snapped out of your thoughts and back to Hyunjae who was staring right at you with his cheeks as red as a tomato. You blinked your eyes rapidly, feeling your heart race.

Were you too blinded by the fact he was your best friend? Or were you too scared to lose him?

“Jae, I think you just need some air-”

“Y/N please, please listen to me,” Hyunjae replied.

You start to think again about you and Hyunjae and these past few years and how,

you both never resorted to dating ever since the both of you dated your exes.

How you both were always at each other’s places no matter how hectic life got.

How you both were always reminded of each other wherever you went.

How you both always ditched the others at dinner to get ice cream at the nearest parlor near your apartment.

How you both had each other at your beck and call whenever you or he needed someone.

How you both fell asleep in each other’s arms during your late-night talks on his couch.

How you both never once left each other not even once since the day you both met.

You took in a deep breath, feeling tears form in your eyes. You felt overwhelmed, to say the least, that maybe after all this time, you did like Hyunjae. Maybe it was the fear of losing your best friend that made you never want to admit your feelings.

“I never realized it. I’m so sorry Jae, I really am.”

Hyunjae started to regain his composure little by little. Realizing what he just said, he gulped. This was no dream, it all was happening in real life. He felt his heart beat even faster, perplexed by how straightforward he was. He can’t believe what he just did- he never thought he had the courage to.

As soon as he started to see tears form in your eyes, he opened them wider, in panic. “Y/N, wait-”

“Why did you have to do this at the wedding?” You asked as he put his hand to your eyes, wiping the tears away. You pouted, “Ugh, Jae my makeup.”

The both of you then smiled as he shook his head. “You’re beautiful Y/N, have I told you that?” You let out a little laugh, never seeing your best friend this smitten over you. He then glanced towards the side doors, shaking his head. “I’m going to beat their asses later.”

Hyunjae sighed, as he referred to his guy best friends whose little plan seemed to be working in their favor. “Y/N-”

“Jae, did you like me all this time?” You asked softly.

Hyunjae took in a deep breath. There’s no going back now, he had to admit to it. “Yes. Yes, I held it in. I didn’t want to lose you. I was scared because we’ve been in each other’s lives for so long, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

“Oh my Jae, I’m so sorry I never realized it. It’s my fault.” You choked a little as Hyunjae shook his head. “No, it’s both our faults for not owning up to anything.”

“What do we do now?” You asked, letting out a little sigh.

“Are you okay with me doing this?” Hyunjae asked.

You nodded your head as he put his lips on yours. He held your face softly as a tear then escaped your eye. As you pulled away, you bit your lip a little. “Jae...”

“Hmm?” Hyunjae hummed softly.

“Thank you for never giving up on me.”

“Anything for you my dear,” Hyunjae whispered. “Thank you for being my best friend and now someone I could love dearly with all my heart.”

You both smiled in silence, as he pulled you in again for another kiss.

Little did both 6-year-old You and Hyunjae know that their future was already written the moment you stepped into the classroom that one sunlit day.

© loveyhoons , 2024

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[the-90s-music-colosseum]

The 90s MV Melee - round 1!

Here are all 64 of this round's matchups! All polls are linked here. Enjoy the tournament and send in propaganda if you'd like to!

Sober vs Scream When Do I Get To Sing My Way vs Are You Gonna Go My Way Sugar Water vs All Star Only You vs Everlong Jeremy vs What's My Age Again Virtual Insanity vs Steal My Sunshine Nothing Compares 2 U vs Bachelorette The Devil Went Down To Georgia vs Heart Shaped Box Freak On A Leash vs Ava Adore Shiny Happy People vs Where It's At Californication vs Quote Unquote (Travolta) November Rain vs Symphony Of Destruction Until It Sleeps vs Baby Got Back Barbie Girl vs Freedom '90 Black Hole Sun vs Let Forever Be Smells Like Teen Spirit vs I'm Afraid Of Americans Peaches vs Jesus Christ Pose Doo-Wop (That Thing) vs This Is Hardcore Fire On Babylon vs Birdhouse In Your Soul Nancy Boy vs No Rain ...Baby One More Time vs Love's Sweet Exile Intergalactic vs Bull In The Heather I Stay Away vs Everybody (Backstreet's Back) Wynona's Big Brown Beaver vs High Hopes Criminal vs Midlife Crisis Cut Your Hair vs Around The World Don't Speak vs Too Funky Smells Like Nirvana vs Man! I Feel Like A Woman Gimme Some More vs Tha Crossroads Gin and Juice vs Praise You Closer vs Vogue Push It vs Streets Of Philadelphia

Common People vs Nice Guys Finish Last Losing My Religion vs Big Me Smack My Bitch Up vs Walking On Broken Glass Sky's The Limit vs Hunger Strike California Love vs Paranoid Android I'd Do Anything For Love vs The Boy Is Mine Un Point C'est Toi vs Where The Wild Roses Grow No Scrubs vs You Get What You Give Ironic vs Dragula Under The Bridge vs Black Or White All Is Full Of Love vs Scenario Right Now vs Step By Step Drop vs Wonderwall Digging In The Dirt vs Karmacoma Waterfalls vs Elektrobank Say You'll Be There vs Nuthin' But A "G" Thang One Week vs Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm Dead Man Walking vs My Name Is Guerrilla Radio vs Pure Morning Basket Case vs Foule Sentimentale Three Little Pigs vs Just Do The Evolution vs Pumping On Your Stereo Hyptonize vs The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly) Parklife vs Sugarcube Sabotage vs Amish Paradise Tonight Tonight vs Loser Wannabe vs Buddy Holly Coffee and TV vs Bitter Sweet Symphony Bedtime Story vs Gangsta's Paradise The Bad Touch vs U Can't Touch This Man Size vs Come To Daddy Ton Invitation vs Groove Is In The Heart

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Past tournaments - #90s album battle royale // #most attractive 90s musician // #the 90s song ever (playlist)

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[anne20055]

sorry this took so long but here’s phil

less quotes than dan

dan yaps phil disassociates

[solarsturniolo]

who's type am I?

nose ring(like a septum hoop)

mid back, wavy/curly red hair(box dye😥)

my aesthetic ranges from a redneck to grunge to more white boy

I'm 5'4

music taste is all over the place but some main ones are: lil peep, lil skies juice wrld, xxx, ski, asking Alexandria, a day to remember, sleeping with sirens, pierce the veil, Alex g, Melanie Martinez, i set my friends on fire, Dominic Fike, Tyler the creator, mitski, $uicideboy$, sleep token, and trippie redd

(I'm always listening to music, blasting loud as hell)

i love to read and journal when I get the chance

I info dumb randomly about the most random out of pocket shit

extroverted with extreme social anxiety

everyone thinks I'm scary or mean cuz of how I look😔

most out of pocket shit will fly out of my mouth with no regret usually

I'm dyslexic as shit

i yap a lot a lot, I will yap off everyone's ears

energetic even late at night

night owl, I have trouble going to sleep but will stay asleep

poor grades 9/10

i love doing my makeup, nothing dramatic usually, just a full face with prominent blush and a smokey under eye with mascara

I love watching childhood shows for nostalgia, with a mix of thrillers, documentaries, and true crime

i think that's it. uh yeah!

You are, and I cannot emphasize this enough, Matt’s type. 100000000 percent.

The picture at the end 😭😭😭😭 why is chris always on the ground

[ivlenyxx]

Beyond What the Lights Could Offer - Chapter 1

Soukoku Kowloon Walled City 1980s Filmmakers AU. Prepare thyself for agonisingly slow updates, a lot of references towards Hong Kong and me screaming into the void.

original fic link on AO3 (by yours truly): Beyond What the Lights Could Offer by Lemon(ivlenyxx)

May 14th 2023, 29 years, 10 months since the release of Stray Dogs.

“Nakahara-san, Dazai-dan, nearly 30 years have passed since the release of the hit movie ‘Stray Dogs’,” the interviewer says with a smile. “It has grossed over 800 million USD at the box office and many consider it a classic. Many fans have wondered ‘Just what is the story behind the film?’. Now that’s a question that’s been asked for nearly thirty years now, so we beg of you,” she claps her hands together to form a prayer gesture and bows her head. “What exactly is the story behind Stray Dogs?”

The pair sitting opposite her both chuckle, amused. 

“Alright, alright. Since it’s nearly the 30th anniversary, we’ll tell you.” the man in the fedora answers.

Nakahara Chuuya, age 52, executive producer of “Stray Dogs”, sits up straighter as he ponders the question, combing through his faded copper hair with his hand; his partner, Dazai Osamu, age 51, director of “Stray Dogs”, smirks slightly, wrinkles spreading across his face. “Come on, Chibi, can’t keep our fans waiting,” he nods towards the interviewer and the TV crew across from them. “Unless the Great Nakahara Chuuya is getting slow in his old age.” he teases, leaning over Chuuya’s neck.

Nakahara noticeably bristles under his partner’s breath, that discomfort quickly morphs into annoyance and reaches its stunning conclusion as Chuuya grabs Dazai’s collar. “I swear to God, you shitty mackerel-” he snaps as the other man whines and wallows dramatically under his grip. “We’re the same age! I can’t take a moment to think?!-”

“No! Oh no! Chuuya is attacking me!” Dazai exclaims and yaps, notes of fake panic and amusement dripping from his voice. (The interviewer sits awkwardly in silence while the rest of the crew whisper amongst themselves) “My God, this is marital violence!” He throws up his arms (making sure to flash a gold wedding band at the camera) and easily overpowers his dear Chibi, shoving him onto the far end of the couch before redirecting his attention to the interviewer, the poor unfortunate soul bearing witness to Nakahara making grabby hands at Dazai while the latter holds him off with a hand in his face. “It goes a little something like this…” 

April 29th 1986, 8 years before the release of Stray Dogs.

Chuuya’s not exactly sure how he ended up here, but okay.

The red light floods the crowded, 40 square foot room, Chuuya’s eyes hurt from the strobing lights;Chuuya’s ears are bleeding from the music blasting through the crackling radio.

Oh second thought, not okay. Chuuya wants to leave. 

He puts down the half finished glass of cheap whiskey before manoeuvring his way through mountains and seas of people dancing to the beat of something that just came on. (something American, he doesn’t want to know) The red lights continue to pull assassination attempts on his eyes, which is only made worse by the pixelated screens displaying images of half naked men and women “available” in this cursed brothel-nightclub hybrid. The two dozen people making out in every direction doesn’t help either. 

If there was such a thing as unsee juice in this world, Chuuya would like 10 litres of it, please. 

Finally, Chuuya makes it out of the brothel-nightclub, (thankfully in one piece) he looks back at the bouncer, who doesn’t even spare him a glance. Hell, he didn’t even ask him for any form of ID, despite him obviously being underaged. His short stature speaks for itself.

Guess that’s Kowloon Walled City for ya. 

Chuuya makes his way through the interconnected hallways, counting and reading the posters plastered all over the place. 1, 2, 3, 4… 28. He thinks half of them are advertising stuff for the Port Mafia Gang. Interesting. He’d heard of them, of course. The most powerful underground organisation of the Walled City, operating in the dark (well, as dark as the City of Darkness could get) or even beyond. He’d heard rumours of them stretching all the way to Lantau Island and the Shatin District. Hell, even Cheung Chau’s underworld carries traces of their interference! 

Not that he’s ever personally been down there, of course. The underworld, he means.

Chuuya kicks at his feet as he makes his way up to the rooftop of the building, the gate creaks agreeably every time he pushes it and it returns to its original position with a pleasant clang! He squeezes his way through the drying sheets, careful not to bump into them in his dirty clothes, and legs it across a huge pile of scrap. At last, he reaches the edge of the rooftop and leans on the railing, taking in the sight of the City in the middle of the night. There are still a few lights on at this hour, not counting the establishments of the night, aka the opium traders, nightclubs, gambling dens, makeshift casinos etc etc. He spies one on the far left, the light of the balcony flickers in a way that reminds him of moths flapping their wings, and under the light is a boy his age with black hair and a bandage over his right eye, teetering back and forth on his feet, fingers gripping tight on the handrail. His eyes are downturned, expression blank.

What a weirdo. Chuuya thinks. He turns away to light a cigarette and takes a long drag. The next time he looks, the light is off, the boy is gone. 

He can’t help but feel disappointed, somehow. 

Chuuya shrugs off the feeling and takes another drag of the cigarette, looking straight ahead, beyond the Walled City, at the Kai Tak Airport. Planes take off and land dangerously close to the buildings nearby, another few soar mere metres above Chuuya’s head, their loud, rumbling engines sing a comforting tune to accompany the city’s orchestra of dripping air-cons and creaky pipes down below.

It’s as beautiful as ever.

One of these days, I’m getting outta here. He vows, before putting out the cigarette and flicking it off the roof. 

He doesn’t know how many hours have passed, only that this is the perfect way to celebrate his fifteenth birthday.  

Chuuya continues to admire the view of the Kowloon Bay, occasionally glancing over to Victoria Harbour for a glimpse of its colourful and lively skyline. The best part about this corner of Kowloon Walled City? It contains the tallest building. One can pretty much see everything within a 20 km radius, and if one’s lucky, the clouds’ll part for the stars, and even the shortest, most 150-centimetre-ed of people could enjoy their glory.

He reaches for the radio beside him, switching between channels until he finds one that plays something that suits his favour. 

It ends up being an English channel, playing something from a new writer from America. 

“Now playing: The Tell-Tale Heart, by Edgar Allan Poe,” the presenter states calmly, before a low and unsettling voice takes its place, narrating the tale of an insane man who murdered his elderly housemate. 

Chuuya listens absent-mindedly as he lights another cigarette and continues to watch over the Walled City, his position giving him a handy bird’s-eye view over everything else. More lights have switched on, the opium dens are starting to close, the bars and brothels are chasing people out like a restaurant owner at animals like you see in movies or it’s 20-something A.D. and they have leprosy. Must be nearly morning. 

Oh shit it’s nearly morning. 

His eyes widen as he catches the faint blue ring of the sun rising over the horizon and slowly but surely evolve into a blinding orange light that pours over the Sai Kung District to the east, then to the Uni of Sci and Tech, to Tseung Kwan O- Chuuya throws his cigarette over the railing for the second time before shutting off the radio and making a mad dash for the gate, legging it over the scrap, nimbly contorting his body to avoid touching the sheets, before finally bolting down the stairs and out of the building. He passes the town square - a relic from the Walled City’s past as a Song Dynasty military outpost - and nearly slams straight into a bunch of bakbaks and popos doing taichi. A couple of them yell at him for his insolence. He zips his way through alleyways full of drunkards and shakes off a madman trying to gut him with a knife, (it’s the Walled City, he’s seen worse) he looks up for a split second and stops in his tracks.

He can see the sky from here.

The small slit of bright, warm blue peeks out amongst the mess of pipes and haphazardly built roofs, the clouds dance across it in pinks, soft oranges and light yellows. Chuuya stares up at that beautiful sight through the gap, the City has never been this generous before, the most daylight he ever got to see was approximately none, except for when he headed out of the Walled City every few months to run for supplies that the Triads couldn’t access. 

Chuuya looks around for a landmark that he can bookmark into his memory, and spots another one of the Port Mafia Gang’s posters on the wall to his left. 

He sighs. That oughta do. And so the poster enters his mind. 

He allows himself several more minutes of staring at the sky before booking it back home, he just hopes that Shirase and Yuan won’t be too pissed.

Unbeknownst to him, a boy with jet black hair and bandages all over has been looking at him through a window for a while now. 

[sunnybunny2468]

full ask game but bri flavor :)

(og post here, all credit to op :))

💭 not quite sure for any of them.... 🚗 she is 14 years old :) ✈️ traveling!!! traveling yes yes yes!! she would >w< 🎮 talking, rhythm games, and singing/dancing! 💍 no, and she would like small earrings... 🖊️ no, and maybe one or two small ones? a bunny, fox, and butterfly, seperate or together. 📚 shes a high schooler :3 🎻 no, she's more of a singer! 🩹 she has really bad mood swings, but not diagnosed with anything... 🩸 not sure...

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒. 🎶 vocaloid!!! she loves vocaloid very much! and it helps keep her from constantly talking, so :) 💯 she was in a milgram rp, she's a pacifist, and she once considered eating glitter.... 💤 light sleeper, she will wake up and stay up if you pique her interest.....her sleep schedule is alright but only cuz her older sis keeps it that way lmfao 🔱 yeah, but she prefers land! splashing strangers however is a fun adventure to her :D 🔺 GOOD GOD NO....SHE IS SCARED OF ANYTHING THAT COULD HARM PEOPLE... 🔶 no, she doesnt know it, and nope- ^^'' 🚫 her big sister would fucking ground her. for a eternity. she knows better.

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. 🌈 sapphic asexual, she/her! 🎄 valentines day!! maybe someday she'll get love.... 🐶 no- but she wants a bunny. she would do anything for a bunny. 🐈 she's okay with her small circle, but loves yapping to anyone! 🐷 bunnies. she is not allowed in stores near easter. 🐉 jackalopes! but only cuz of miley.... 🍃 music classs!!! 🌴 no, not really! but she likes flowers :D 🍎 somewhere in america! she hasnt left home, and doesnt mind it! though, she wishes to visit japan someday....

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ❤️ optimistic, friendly, and forgiving! 🤍 clingy, incredibly emotional, and she talks a lot. 💔 naive, easily broken or messed with, and has attachment issues. 💘 her friends, her sister, and by proxy, her sister's pin. in the universe where her sister is missing, she treats it almost like her. when she knows what she's about to do is something her sister would frown upon, she hides the pin or gives it to someone she trusts for the time. 🧡 friends, excluding her sister. her parents aren't...people she knows much about. 💛 she knows english and asl! though, she can only understand asl, and cannot do it herself :( 💚 she doesn't mind either way! 💙 no, no magic here! just a 14 year old girl :) 💜 she doesn't know, haha- 🖤 no, and no. she'd never do either. breaking a promise by harming someone, or hurting someone emotionally that horribly? she could never.

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒. 🎂july 11th, 2008! shes a cancer, and the rest who knows ^^'' 🍝 she likes simple stuff! grilled cheese is good for her ^^ 🍰 coffee rolls. she would do almost anything for them. 🍦 cookies and cream! she likes the double sweetness :) 🍔 she knows enough cooking to get by, not much baking....she'll eat almost any sweet you bake, though! 🥯 something simple, like a bagel or donut(s). she tries to, as long as she doesn't miss her walk to the bus with miley because of it! 🥪 school lunch, otherwise whatever her sister picks...and of course, she tries to! sometimes she talks through the lunch period without eating a thing, though.... 🍛 usually chicken nuggets or rice by itself! her sister tries to make sure shes always eating enough, though :) 🍸 she's 14 ^^" ☕️ she likes fruit juices, including juice boxes! :D

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄. 😊 her ultimate dream is to be a idol! and honestly? she wants to live a life hard for others to forget, a star too bright to ignore. 😖 EXTROVERT. she will YAP. to ANYONE. 🤔 lots of humming, tapping her foot like a bunny, twirling, and switching between censored phrases ("yikes on bikes!" "dangit!" "raspberries...") or just. swearing.

🧐 emotional. so very emotional. 🤓 SHE WILL Y A P. god forbid you bring up something she likes. 🤩 'fuck it we ball' attitude. god stop her. 😥 she stresses EASILY. but she tries hiding it with energy and positivity :3 😓 open minded, and questions things often! but if the answers make her uncomfy, she'll ignore the truth and deny it as long as she can... 😞 she likes making her attitude a light, and people are like moths. 🤒 not really! she doesnt do much to get sick, so... 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 all she cares about is her older sister, who doesnt mention their parents or other family much...her friend group is like a family to her, though!

[juicy-juiceboxes]

ITS GONE!!! WHERE THE HELL IS IT?

I’M SCARED 😭

[chellesdump]

The Candle Slayer - Rosie Posie + her Alice unnie

"Little Rosie is spending her day with her unnie, they are celebrating Hank’s adoption day so they got him a cake with a pretty candle that of course Rosie blew out - hankie can’t possibly do it himself -. Alice finds that she needs to take Rosie to the hospital asap"

word count ─ 1.4k

tags ─ toddler! rosie, big sis! alice, alice park the actual unnie, hankie is here too, candles, ER visit, alice should already be used to her dongsaengies shenanigans, a day with rosie is never a dull one, dr ahn jeongwon, I love you uri andrea you da best pediatrician

notes ─ This is for the Uh-Oh!! prompt, this idea came to me when I was writing yesterday’s prompt. I’m not sure when Hank was adopted, but let’s pretend that it was around this time of the year for the sake of my story hehe. Please enjoy this piece made to celebrate my birthday, I'm getting so old 🥲😣

Of course Alice could deal with anything that her little sister did, like come on she has known her for more than 26 years, she already knew that if something to eat was in front of her she would be entertained for hours. Maybe the regression had been something new to her once she came to live in Korea and started spending more time with her sister, but she was able to understand it and accept it fast, she would do anything for her Rosie.

That is why she found herself in this situation, Rosie had begged her to throw a party to celebrate Hank’s adoption day, and how could she say no when both had looked at her with puppy eyes - Hankie has natural puppy eyes, since he is a dog. But still he had used his charms -, so now she was picking up the cake.

Alice had spent most of her morning running errands for the party, from getting the appetizers for both of them and also some that Hank could eat, decorations, getting both cakes - one meant only for Hank and the other for both Park girls -, she had to clean her apartment, all before they would come to drop Rosie and Hankie off.

At around noon Jennie came to do the drop off, since Jisoo who was supposed to had to go to the set of her newest project to solve some problems. As soon as she saw her unnie Rosie jumped into her arms, Alice spun them and filled the little's face with kisses, the toddler screamed out of joy at the affection she was getting, soon Jennie bid her good-bye, "Bye Mama!! See you soon" waved Rosie.

"You ready to start decorating ?" asked Alice walking to the sofa and letting Rosie down, she took the box filled with decorations and opened in front of the little so she could see what was inside, “Wow unnie, so pwetty. We hang now?” asked the little with sparkling eyes.

With a chuckle Alice told her that they could start decorating, letting Rosie choose the placement of everything, just helping her when they would place things in high places since she didn’t want the girl to fall and hurt herself.

They finished setting everything up quite quickly and proceeded to start the party, Alice couldn’t understand why Rosie had gone so overboard with the preparations for the party, since it was just the two of them plus Hank. But at the same time she guess that Hankie do deserve a huge celebration, since he suffered so much before entering the family, so at the end of the day the work was worth it.

The celebration was a huge success, Hankie looked so joyus, jumping and yapping all around the place, they made lots of toast to Hank's health and life, Alice with wine and Rosie with grape juice. After the many toasts Alice really needed to use the toilet so she went to lock the door and left the little one with the table full of food, knowing that would keep her from getting in trouble while she was gone, with one last look she left to do her business.

When she came back, Alice could sense that something was wrong, the kids were suspiciously quiet and calm, she was dreading getting closer, what could possibly be waiting for her when she reached the sofa, she guessed it won't be so bad seeing how they weren't panicking or crying… right?

Upon reaching the sofa, she saw both were still breathing properly, nothing seemed broken or sprained, maybe Rosie only had a tummy ache, it happened so often giving how much the girl loved to try different foods. But the food that was on the table looked almost untouched, and she hadn’t been eating that much either before Alice left her alone, she had been more preoccupied playing with Hank, so could it be really a tummy ache?.

Finally she dared to ask Rosie what had happened, no better way to know than to straight out ask, “Mate? It’s everything okay, you look a little out of it?” asked Alice and as soon as the words left her mouth, the tears started coming out of Rosie’s eyes, soon followed by the wails, “Ally unnie!! Bae apayo!! Feel icky!!”.

That made Alice panic, what could have Rosie ate that was causing such discomfort? They had made sure that nothing in the food would be dangerous for them, she started scaning the place trying to find what she could have possibly consumed. Suddenly from the corner of her eye she spotted the culprit, there laying on the table was a bitten candle, and a big chunk of it had been bit.

“Rosie mate, did you ate a piece of this?” said Alice holding up the candle, really hoping that the answer would be no, but she saw how nervous the little had turned after the question. 

“I’m not mad Joey, just please answer me” begged the eldest getting desperate about not getting an answer, “Yesh, am so sowwy unnie. It wooked so tasty” cried out the little girl throwing herself into her big sister’s arms, Alice made action to start comforting the sobbing toddler and after placing her on her hip.

Never letting go of her baby sister, Alice went to grab a backpack and filled it with things they could need on their imminent trip to the E.R., putting inside some diapers - and whatever was needed for diaper changes -, a couple sippy cups and bottles filled with juice and some empty, a change of clothes, some toys and her favorite blankie, lastly grabbing the girls stuffed kangaroo, ready to go she bid goodbye to Hank.

—

The whole trip to the E.R. was filled with anxiousness from the Park sisters, the normal joyous mood was replaced with dread and silence, it felt like an eternity the trip but in less than 30 minutes they were inside the hospital regestering Rosie so she could be seen by a doctor.

After taking with the nurse at the desk, they were told to sit and wait to be called for a doctor's consultation, Rosie sat on her unnie’s lap and clung to her shirt, she was scared of hospitals and just wanted the comfort from her big sis and Mrs Kangaroo. 

Just 15 minutes later a kind doctor called them into his office, “Hello, my name is Dr. Ahn Jeongwon and who is this little princess that’s visiting me today?” asked the doctor with a calming smile, “This is Rosie and I’m her sister Alice, her guardian” answered the older girl with a courtesy nod, “Nice to meet you Alice. Now Rosie… It’s okay if I call you that or you prefer something else?” said the doctor. 

After getting an affirmative nod he talked again, “So Rosie, could you tell me what brings you here today?”, the regressed girl began retelling the past events with the help from Alice when she couldn’t express something well, and the doctor took notes of everything, calling a nurse when Rosie finished her story.

“Okay, you don’t need to worry about anything princess, you’ll be more than alright. The candle wax isn’t poisonous so you will be alright Rosie, we only need to wait for it to come out, and it could continue to be bothersome.” explained the doctor directing everything to Rosé, and then he turned to Alice as well, “I would like to keep her here overnight in case the pain is too much and to make sure that the whole piece comes out, Nurse Gong here will escort you to a room. We’ll make sure that you feel safe here and tomorrow you will be able to go home” said the doctor waiving goodbye.

The Park sisters installed themselves on the room they were assigned, apparently it was almost a given fact that the candle should be discharged before the day ended, but they had to keep Rosie in case they nedeed laxatives or some pain meds. 

“Let’s get you ready for bed Joey, then we can watch a movie while eating some dinner. How does that sound?” asked Alice, relieved that her baby sister was going to be okay, “Yeah unnie, can yous lay wif’ me?” begged Rosie pouting, of course Alice couldn’t say no so she sat next to the little and both began eating what the nurses had brought them.

When the dinner was all eaten and they were almost at the end of the movie, they changed into some pajamas they had given them and laid on the hospital bed, cuddling after the tiring day.

“Wuv yah Roo unnie” whispered Rosie into Alice’s chest where she was snuggled.

“I love you, even more, uli Joey” whispered back Alice, planting a kiss on her baby sister's hair.

[mitsuki-komori]

Hi! Could you write headcannons for Langris & Finral please? (I am so starved for content it’s not even funny T-T) Thank you!

I got you. Here’s some Langris and Finral headcanons I came up with. I tired my best, hope you like it!

• If Langris is feeling bored and wants to talk to someone, he’ll walk around the base to see if anyone is talking about him. If he finds someone who is, he’ll throw himself into the conversation, unfortunately though, he ends up just insulting them and walking away.

When Finral is having a tough day, he’ll go ask Charmy for a donut. Then he’ll sit on the couch and quietly nibble at it while sulking, and the thing is he doesn’t even like donuts. However, Langris does.

When Langris jokes and makes fun of Finral and everyone laughs. Langris will stop and stare at them. “What are you laughing at?” He’ll say with a cold glare.

Sometimes Finral will just teleport into Langris’ office and put down a box of cherry tarts on his desk. Even when Langris is there he just comes in and puts it down without a word. When Finral asks him if he enjoyed them, he’ll tell Finral he didn’t eat them or he threw it away or something when he actually ate every single bite.

If Langris sees Finral in a sad mood he’ll sigh and go get a donut. He’ll find Finral and stand a few feet away from him. Then he throws the donut as hard as he can into Finral’s face and walks away. “Go sulk somewhere else, it’s annoying.” Langris would pretend to be all annoyed and Finral would walk away internally thanking Langris for the donut.

Finral has known ever since they were young how Langris starts conversations. So when he sees Langris walking around seeing if anyone is talking about him, he’ll go ask if he wants to chat. “Why would I want to talk with you?” As much as Langris tries to make him go away, Finral just follows him and yaps away about random things.

If Langris finds his brother sobbing and crying crying, he wouldn’t know what to do. Usually he’d throw a donut at his face, but those times he wasn’t this sad. Should he comfort him? His brother was a disgrace to their family and he had his pride, but at the same time Finral was his only brother and he was trying to be a slightly better person. He’d sit down next to Finral and wrap his arms around Finral like an awkward hug, but then he’d start shaking Finral intensely. “STOP CRYING OR ELSE I’M NEVER TALKING TO YOU AGAIN.” It was a… different form of comfort, but regardless Finral appreciated it.

Now, if Finral finds a sad Langris. He’ll slowly approach him and put his hand on his shoulder. “Hey Langris, d-“ interrupted by a “Go away.” Finral would back off and leave. He returns with some cherry tarts and apple juice. 

Willam has a thing at the Golden Dawn. Every time it was Christmas or someone’s birthday or whatever, everyone was required to buy or make a gift to show their gratitude and support their squadmate. Langris hated this. So when he’s walking around town he spots Finral, he drags Finral away from whatever he was doing. “You’re helping me.” Langris stated. “WHAA-“

Another way Langris makes fun of Finral is by insulting Yami. He talks about how his captain is more responsible and respectable. Even when Finral tried to defend Yami nothing came up because honestly Langris wasn’t wrong to call Yami more captain of the bathroom than the Black Bulls. Then it would turn into a weird therapy session of Finral complaining of all the things Yami does. Finral rates Langris 5/5 stars because he wait until after Finral is done talking to insult him more.

Vanessa getting Finral to drink is one thing, but getting Finral AND Langris was a whole other thing. Vanessa would be on her way to the bar and she’d find Finral and Langris or just Langris if Finral was already with her. When Finral got drunk, he just cried and honestly for Langris it was hard to listen to both in a sad way and an annoying way.

When Langris was drunk he’d just be a very angry guy. He would call everything stupid. Almost every sentence would consist of a “That’s stupid” or something along the lines of that. If anyone other than Vanessa or Finral bothered him he’d try to use his spatial magic, but luckily Finral and Vanessa were there to save them. However, they couldn’t say the same to property damage bills

If Finral does something to actually piss off Langris, Langris will avoid him as long as possible. When Finral finally walks up to Langris to apologize, Langris will already have his hand out expecting a gift because to him that was the best way to apologize. Of course Finral always had something. If it was a trinket of some sort Langris would call it tacky, if it was food, he’d question if Finral thought he was some sort of glutton. Either way Finral couldn’t win.

If Finral gets mad at Langris, Langris will just brush it off and say he doesn’t care. However, after a while it’ll bug Langris. He has been trying to be better, so I guess this meant he should apologize or whatever. Langris has no idea how to apologize since he’s never done it in his entire life. He’d ask William what he should do. After talking he decided… ‘Nevermind! I don’t need to apologize to him… I didn’t do anything.’ And he goes on, however when he sees Finral again, he’ll approach him going for an insult, but instead he apologizes!? As much as Langris tries to take it back and convince Finral he didn’t mean it… Finral already accepted and there was no taking it back.

Finral would ask Langris to help him with his curse. Langris would say no, the. Finral would beg him until he agrees. First, Finral asks what he should do.  “Just stop flirting with girls.”     “But how do I do that!? The curse is strong!” “Then call them ugly, they’ll back off so you don’t have to.” “UGH YOU’RE NO HELP AT ALL!” “Why did you come to me about this? You know I don’t care about you or your love life, now go away I have better things to do then listen to you complain about your habits”

I hope you enjoyed those, if anyone has any requests, you can check out my account and ask something.

[juiceboxboyy]

I am. not excited for band camp. it’s been really hot lately and I get sick in the heat even if I’m careful soooo.... marching around in this weather isn’t going to be good. AND it’s 9am to 5pm which are when all the hottest time are and also it’s just a long amount of time per day, for 4 days. theydies and gentlethem I’m not gonna make it

[babydaddyleorio]

How they would act on a plane

These are very much crack headcanons because I needed something to help me escape my writing plateau lmao

                                    How they would act on a plane

Chrollo

-If he’s sitting next to a girl? Oh he’s flirting the whole plane ride.

-Literally won’t shut up and tells her this very extravagant story trying to woo her, the whole time eyeing the necklace that’s placed on her neck.

-Also did I mention that he’s in first class? Yeah he definitely tied up some guy in the bathroom and “borrowed” his ticket.

-He’ll order drinks for him and the girl and will secretly pay for them with her money.

-A true finesser.

-Even the flight attendants love him. He has so many numbers now.

-If he does happen to sit by himself, he’ll probably read a book while listening to classical music.

-He refuses to sleep because he feels like he has enemies everywhere watching him.

-like please you are not the main character Chrollo take the damn nap. 

Shalnark

-He's on his phone the whole time but he’s so obnoxious with it. He purposefully has his volume all the way up just to annoy everyone around him.

-He’ll play games like candy crush and laughs super loudly If he makes a match and groans sadly If he runs out lives.

-The old man next to him wants to bang his head against the chair in front of him because he literally won’t shut up.

-Doesn’t put his phone on airplane mode.

-Probably hacks into the plane. Literally will make the bathroom have the occupied sign on the whole plane ride so no one could use It.

-Has a needle in the pilot’s neck just for fun.

-Also has the plane doing loopity loops in the sky and everyone is screaming for their lives while he’s just laughing evilly.

-Claps when the plane lands.

Feitan

-He just reads the whole ride.

-If you accidentally brush his arm he gives you a death glare.

-He has to jump to reach the overhead because it’s too high.

-He woke up way too early so he’s in a “I hate everyone” type of mood.

-Hisses when the person beside him tries to open up the window.

-He accidentally sits next to an escape exit and when the flight attendant asks him If he’s ready to save others just in case something happens he’s like “....No.”

-Refuses to change his answer too

-Listens to music on his playlist and silently pretends to be in a music video.

Franklin

-Takes up all of the space and squishes you.

-You wonder how the hell his earlobes got that long and he would say something smart to you like “It’s rude to stare.”

-Well excuse me...

-Someone in front him will lean back in their seat and their hair covers the movie he’s watching. 

-Is scared to move it so he just sits there like “😐”.

-All the drinks are too small to fit in his hand so he awkwardly sips from the straw that’s poked in his apple juice box.

-Someone ends up leaning their head on his shoulder while they are sleeping.

-Doesn’t know what to do now and is frantically looking around for help.

Machi

-Knitting or sewing the whole time.

-Do not try to talk to her. She won’t respond.

-Has a window seat because she likes to peacefully look at the clouds and city lights as she’s sewing.

-Also to imagine Hisoka falling from the sky without a parachute.

-Ah, so tranquil.

-Doesn’t like riding on planes because they’re kind of scary. She would never tell anyone that though. 

-Wanted to sit next to Pakunoda but instead got stuck sitting next to a chihuahua who won’t stop yapping at her the entire ride. 

-Has to stop herself from yeeting it out the window.

-The dog will see he’s not getting through to her, so he’ll slowly raise his leg up and Machi will literally start screaming at what he’s trying to do. 

-Yeah she hates her life.

Shizuku

-You can hear pierce the veil blasting from her headphones.

-Binky has its own seat for some reason.

-She goes to the bathroom and once she sees that It’s occupied (kudos to Shalnark) she will turn to go back to her seat but already forgot where she sits.

-The type to bring a book that she never reads.

-If the person next to her is watching a movie, she’ll change It simply because she doesn't like It.

-There’s one flight attendant constantly flirting with her and she gets a lot of free drinks because of them.

-Of course she never catches on and forgets who they are every time they try to talk to her.

Phinks

-Will argue with the flight attendant about how expensive the peanuts are.

-After like five minutes, he finally buys the peanuts and once he’s about to eat them the turbulence becomes so strong that It makes them fly everywhere.

-He has to resist the urge to punch the air.

-Phinks has to have an aisle seat because he gets paranoid easily.

-Phinks will try to go to sleep but there will be a kid constantly kicking the back of his chair.

-He will turn around and would be about to throat punch the kid when suddenly he sees how hot his mom is.

-Simp mode activated.

-He’ll try to flirt with the mom but the kid will notice and he ends up “accidentally” squirting his drink in Phinks face.

-Yeah It’s on sight when he gets off the plane.

Nobunaga

-Watches a movie, probably one dealing with samurai. 

-Somehow got past security with his Katana?

-Most likely because of Shalnark

-Ate really bad airport food which messed up his stomach.

-Feels sick and tries to hold It in, but you can tell by his face that he’s struggling. The old lady beside him stares with wide eyes once she hears his stomach literally start beat boxing.

-He runs down the aisle clenching his cheeks and knocks harshly on the bathroom door, but he sees that sign says occupied.

-Nobunaga is shouting at the non-existent person in there to hurry up holding his stomach.

-Shalnark Is eating popcorn and laughing at Nobunaga as he watches him through the security camera.

-Goes to ask the flight attendant for hemorrhoid cream

Pakunoda 

-Is really nice and will talk to you If you start a conversation with her

-Has earbuds packed for the altitudes and offers you some as well

-Turns her brightness down as she reads smut on her phone. Literally turned her whole body and everything so no one could see the words.

-Her face is so red as she stares at her phone and the flight attendant is so concerned that they ask if she’s okay. Pakunoda jumps so high and almost chucks her phone once she sees them standing over her, scared that they’ll see that she commented “😩💦” under the fanfic.

-Brings homemade snacks and sandwiches that no one wants 

-Has a window seat because she wanted to look out the window and see how small the land is below her

-Unlike Machi, Pakunoda has a cat sitting next to her and the cat absolutely loves her.

-Will probably steal it 

Uvogin

-sleeps the whole ride with a mask over his eyes and a neck pillow that he swiped from someone earlier.

-He snores sooo loudly and everyone around him is irritated because they can’t go to sleep because of It

-He would eat all the food on the plane

-Is the type to laugh very loudly at the movie playing or give commentary about each scene that’s happening

-Didn’t bring any luggage with him and… yeah...

-His head touches the ceiling of the plane and Its really uncomfortable 

-Has no Idea where he’s going but got on the plane anyway

Hisoka (honorable mention)

-Somehow sits in first class with Chrollo and once Chrollo sees him he almost loses his shit

- “This seat is taken.” Chrollo would say while staring straight ahead but Hisoka ignores him and sits down anyway.

- “Do you not enjoy my company?” He’d tease while licking his lips.

-Chrollo immediately gets him kicked out.

-So now he’s stuck in economy with the rest of the troupe. None of them let him sit with them either.

-Finds an empty seat and sits down In it and starts laughing to himself because he’s plotting on how to get back to first class.

-The person sitting next to Hisoka is legit terrified and they side eye him the whole ride while clutching their bag to their chest.

-Will trip people walking down the aisle with his bungee gum.

-He would purposefully take his time to get his bag out, creating a long line for no reason.

-Whole time doesn’t even have a bag.

-Is banned from ever riding a plane again.

[arcticguk]

underneath the tree | jhs

❅ pairing, au, warnings: jung hoseok x reader, fluff, slice of life au, boyfriend au, christmas au, swearing

❅ précis: this year there’s a special present under the tree from hoseok.

❅ word count: 1,345

❅ part of my holiday drabble series

“Hobi please!” You whine, writhing dramatically on the couch.

“No!” He laughs, coming into the living room with a bowl of popcorn and two mugs of hot chocolate. “I’m not spoiling it like I did last year.”

“Please Hoseok,” You feign tears, eyes wide and pouted lips.

“I’m not giving in!” He sing-songs, sitting next to you. You huff, flopping against the cushion behind you. When he lifts his arm for you, you nuzzle into his side, accepting the warm mug he hands you.

“We’ll continue this conversation tomorrow.”

Hoseok just laughs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Hoseok?”

“No.” He says firmly, sliding a mug of coffee to you. “I already told you, you’re just gonna have to wait and see.”

“But baby,” You whine. “Christmas is a whole three days from now!”

“Three days!?” He mocks. “However, will you wait that long?”

You glare at him, taking a sip of the coffee he made, just the way you like it. He sips from his own mug, sitting down at the seat across from you.

You don’t say anything for the remainder of breakfast, stubbornly pouting instead.

Hoseok knows you aren’t really upset with him, and he thinks you’re cute. He takes your dishes from you when you’re done eating, despite your protests.

“Do you still want to go ice skating with me?” He wonders. “Or are you gonna ignore me all day?” You roll your eyes at his stupid smirk, wanting to kiss it right off of him. So, you do.

You sidle up beside him, hand cupping his jaw and directing his lips to your own. He drops a plate in the sick, submerging in the soapy water, hands coming up to cup your face.

He kisses you back softly, reveling in the sigh that leaves your mouth.

“I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me.” He murmurs against your lips.

You pull back with a scoff, rolling your eyes at him. “Alright jackass, that’s enough.” You pat his shoulder. “Come on, we have to get ready for ice skating.”

Your ankles wobble dangerously on the icy ground, fingers curled onto the wall, attempting to regain some balance. When Hoseok has circled the rink once, he skids to a stop where you are, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Sweetheart?” He wonders, setting his hands on your waist. “I thought you were right behind me.”

You smile sarcastically, teeth chattering together. “I probably should have told you that I don’t really know how to skate.”

He laughs softly, pouting before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s okay.” He simpers. “I can help you.”

“Yes please.” You whimper. You wrap your arms around his torso and bury your head into his chest.

“C’mere gorgeous.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He gently pries you off his chest, opting for taking your hands in his and leading you forward. Your grip on his hands is vice-like, the skin around your knuckles paling.

Your legs tremble, ankles turning in before bam! Your ass collides with the frozen ground. Hoseok snorts out a laugh before immediately shutting his mouth. He leans down to help you, stifling a smile.

“It’s not,” You use his arms to heft yourself up. “funny.” You grumble.

“Okay I guess you don’t want my help then?” He wonders, eyebrow arched teasingly.

“No!” You gasp, fingernails digging into Hoseok’s fleece covered arms. He laughs, tugging you close to him.

“Fuck you and your dancer’s coordination.” You mumble.

“Alright, alright.” Hoseok chuckles again, slowly starting to lead you to the exit. “I think we’re done skating for today, hmm?”

You nod against his chest, allowing him to gently pull you off the rink, helping you sit before he begins untying your skates.

“I can do it myself.” You complain, pouting when he shakes his head, sporting a tiny smirk. When he’s finished unlacing your ice skates and beginning to do his own, you take your skates to return to the rental, then head towards the concession stand.

You order hot chocolate for Hoseok and yourself, smiling at the little Christmas-themed decorations on the cup.

“I was wondering where you went.” He says with an easy smile, feet clad in his boots, no sign of his skates.

“I wanted to get us a little something.” You smile, handing him one of the warm cups. He accepts it, kissing your cheek in thanks, warm lips creating a sensation on your cold skin.

He links your hand empty hand with his, lightly swinging as you and he head towards the parking lot.

“So,” You smirk, resting your head on his shoulder. “Since I fell while skating, and I bought you a hot chocolate, maybe you can tell me what I’m getting for Christmas?” You wonder, a cheeky smile digging into your face.

“No!”

“Breakfast in bed!” You singsong, bursting into the bedroom, a wobbling tray balanced on your arms.

Hoseok sits up against his pillow, a sleepy smile adorning his features. “Good morning gorgeous.” He murmurs.

“Hi.” You grin. “I brought you breakfast.”

You set the tray in front of him, presenting it with a smile. On the tray sits a bowl of cereal, a glass of apple juice, and a slice of toast.

“This is so nice sweetheart,” He presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Thank you.”

You nod, snuggling into him.

“But I’m not telling you what I got you for Christmas.” He grins, spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth.

“Why do you assume that’s why I did this?” You mock offense. “Can’t I just make breakfast for my beautiful boyfriend?”

“I’m serious,” He laughs. “It’s Christmas Eve, you just have to wait one more day.”

“Hoseok!” You whine. “Just a hint! Please!”

He shakes his head and you frown, bottom lip popping out. You grab his spoon, scooping up some multi-colored O’s.

“Then this is my breakfast now.” You say around a mouthful of cereal. He laughs, placing the bowl into your lap.

“Tomorrow morning baby,” He presses a kiss to your jaw. “Tomorrow morning.”

You and Hoseok have opened all of the gifts under the tree. The ones his parents sent, your parents, his friends dropped off, your friends, and even the ones the neighbors brought over the previous day.

You’re a little puzzled as to why he hasn’t given you your gift yet, not that you’d complain, as much as you pestered him about the present, you’d be happy with an empty box.

Hoseok had already put on the bracelet you’d gotten for him and you look up at him, tilting your head and raising an eyebrow.

“I guess we should start cleaning up.” Hoseok suggests, motioning to all the empty bags and crumpled wrapping paper.

“Okay.” You murmur, reaching for a stack of used tissue paper.

“I’m kidding gorgeous,” He laughs, ruffling your hair. “You still need to open your present.” He stands, sliding his feet into a new pair of slippers.

“I left it outside.” He grins.

Outside?

You smile lightly, waiting for Hoseok to come back. He meets Taehyung in the driveway, lifting your gift into his arms and waving Taehyung off with a smile and a thank you.

“Okay, close your eyes!” Hoseok calls, entering the doorway. You shut your eyes tightly, an eager smile dancing on your lips.

All of the sudden you’re knocked onto your back, a squirming, fluffy being licking all over your face. Your eyes fly open, a delighted giggle slipping through your lips.

A gorgeous, chocolate brown puppy, with a bright red bow around its neck is wiggling in your lap, excited yaps escaping it’s throat.

“Oh Hoseok!” You cry, a couple of joyful tears slipping down your cheeks.

“This is June.” He smiles, crouching down to pet the dog. “And she’s your Christmas present, well our present I guess.”

“She’s beautiful!” You squeal, plopping a kiss to her wet nose. “Hello!”

“Merry Christmas gorgeous girl.” Hoseok gushes, tugging you, and the dog in your lap, into his lap.

© arcticguk 2020. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

[aizawassleepparalysisdemon]

𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖌𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖔 2

It has been a breezy two weeks in school, and you could already tell that you fit right in plus. Katsuki has been an ass but not that much of an ass to you. you'd say that you don't usually get death threats like the rest of the class does. "I will get up from my seat and personally kick your ass right here right now in front of Mr. Aizawa if you dare kick my seat, again Katsuki Bakugo." Katsuki shifts in his seat. "Then do it," he says slowly. You turn around and glare at him. He shifts and leans back. "Um?" his eyes linger around your neck as you turn around. It's getting a little hot in here. You gently touch your neck. You hear Katsuki shuffle around in his seat until you feel his hot breath a little above your ear. You yelp, "Get away from me, you asshole," you whisper-shout Katsuki's smile grew wider, "this is my seat, y/n." you touch your ear. you shuddered you, quickly turn around Katsuki raises a brow "You fucking licked my ear" he chuckles you turn around oh gross Aizawa turns around "For today's class, we will be working together as partners." Izuku and Ochako look at you. "Pass these back" Aizawa hands sheets of paper to everyone in the front, and they take on and pass it down. You take a single sheet and hold it over your head for Katsuki. His hand brushes against yours as he takes the final sheet, "On the board are the people you will be working with" Aizawa sits back at his desk. "Now work" you take out a pencil and start working silently.

"Ugh," you lean on your new friend's arm. "I had a weird morning," he smiles "tell me about it." "There is this guy name Katsuki and he fucking" you paused, seeing Katsuki farther down the line. "he is rude," Naoki smiles. "after we get lunch from Lunch Rush. we can talk about it" Naoki softly rubs your back. "No, I don't think so" Naoki raises a brow, "I think I will keep it to myself. He shrugs, "If you say so." you and Naoki receive your meal and walk towards a table that was in front of a large plant, "Do you think this Katsuki is cute?" you shake your head, "Shut up," Naoki takes a bite of his food. "Well," he swallows, "If he keeps bothering you, I don't mind roughing him up a bit" you roll your eyes. "I'm sure he'd be roughing you up" "Y/N!" you turn towards the voice and see Ochako and Izuku waving you smile and wave back "those are my friends" "they seem nice" you nod you and Naoki eat lunch together in silence.

As your eating, you feel eyes burning into you. You brush it off until something in your stomach telling you to look up. You look up and see Katsuki at the other table directly across from you. Alongside him were Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, and Sero. Who were chatting among themselves. "Hey, you good?" Naoki smiles, you smile back, "Yeah, I'm good" Naoki looks at Katsuki, then he looks at you with a furrowed brow. You smiled leaning, into Naoki, "Stop worrying about it." Naoki looks over your face carefully. He then smiles, "Oh alright," he lays his head down and falls asleep "Idiot." you look back at Katsuki, who had a bored expression. You break the tension that was slowly building by laying your head down near Naoki's. Hey, you good?

You woke up to someone shaking you awake "What?" you rubbed your eyes. "It's time to go, dumbass" you shoot Katsuki a glare. "Fine, let's go" you grab your bag and hug it close to your chest as you walk. Alongside Katsuki, you side glance and see that he's drinking a juice box he tosses it in the trash. "Is there something on my face?" you look around, and near the corner of his lips was rice. You take your hand and gently wipe the rice away. "Nope," You were greeted by Midnight, who hand-delivered paper as soon as you walked through the doorway "Oooh, young love." she gushed. You look away, "No," she awed as we sat in our respected seats.

"Okay, guys, once I point at you and another person, you two will be teamed up together, so don't be afraid to move desks side by side." she starts. "Oh, you look adorable, so you and him, Oh you two girls would look adorable" once she finally got to me. "What about you and Katsuki." she points at Katsuki. You nod, "Katsuki," he picks up his desk and moves it next to yours Katsuki smiles. "So this paper. "Ugh," you lean against your arm "Hey," Katsuki rests his hand on your shoulder. "You'll be okay," you sigh Katsuki's hand starts rubbing your back sometimes, lingering near a certain spot. "You're a pervert" Katsuki's hand stops, "Oh shut up, Idiot!" he yells, "Stop your yapping." Midnight yells at Katsuki. He looks at her with rage. Then he looks back at you, "Let's get this paper finished."

You both conversate quietly with each other as you work on the paper. You realize the more you have in common with Katsuki. "No way, I like spicy food too," you say after he mentions his love of spicy food Katsuki crosses his arms across his chest allowing, you to have time to realize how close you both were. Your leg was practically on top of his, and his paper was almost over on to your desk. "I bet you are a wussy." you pout Katsuki laughs. "A big wussy who can't handle the real stuff." You hit his arm, "I can," he rolls his eyes, "Yeah right, you'll eat something but then realize it is so spicy, and you'll cry like a big baby" he teases you roll your eyes. "I've practically known you for two weeks, but I know for a fact that between the both of us, you are the big baby" his smile drops instantly, "You are the baby!" he hits your arm "Kacchan, Y/n, How are you guys?" Izuku walks into the classroom from the recovery room after he mysteriously breaks his arm, "Shut the hell up, Deku!!" Katsuki yells "Katsuki!" You shove him. "You are too close," you push him until he finally moves. "Not my fault you are all huddled up," "Am Not," "Are too" Izuku sits in front of us, "Ms. Midnight said I could join you guys" I look over to see the pure rage in Katsuki's face. "What do you have against Izuku. He's so nice." You squish Izuku's cheeks, "H-hey!" he covers his reddened face, "Hey, Izuku" Ochako skips over to Izuku happily. Ochako and Izuku end up in a conversation.

You lean in, "I bet they like each other" Katsuki's face reddens. "I don't care what that nerd does!" Izuku looks over "Kacchan" "Shut up, stupid, Deku" Katsuki grabs his pencil. His embrace around the pencil was so tight it broke. "Oh my gosh, Katsuki, you don't like Izuku that much" you reach into your bag and grab a black pencil, "Take this" Katsuki looks at the pencil "tch." you glare, "Don't tch me." He glares at you again "tch" "tch yourself you are the dumb fuck that broke the pencil in the first place!" Katsuki sulks in anger. "Don't yell at me. I'll fucking kill you" you quiet down. Oh my gosh, you smile. "Aww, it's your first Death threat made against me" his eye twitched, "Y-you." Katsuki twitched more. You wrap your arms around his head "this calls for a celebration" Izuku looks on in horror, "Uh," he slowly raises his hand as he points at the fuming hot Katsuki. "Aww, are you that mad" you gave him puppy eyes. "That shit ain't going to work on me," he says in a much lower voice. "No, I think it did."

"We're finally done" you stretch Katsuki stretches as well. "Fucking finally I was waiting on your slow ass" you stop to glare at him, "Fuck you," "fuck you right back." Izuku sighs, "Help" "Finish it on your own," you smile at Izuku. "Don't worry, I'll help you" you could feel the glare behind your back as you helped Izuku. You knew it was a glare based on the terrified look on Izuku's face. You turn around, "Stop scaring Izuku" Katsuki shifts. "Shut up" you decided to be petty, so you leaned back and stretched until you heard the pencil you gave Katsuki fall. You listen as Katsuki growls as he picks it back up. You took that as a win.

Izuku thanks you and races back to his desk. After you've helped him, you rest your chin against your hand in a bored manner, "Ms. Midnight, is there something else I could do until this class is over?" You ask in a whiny tone, "wipe the board" you look over at the messy board. "Okay." you stand and walk up to the board.

You walk up to the board and take a whiteboard eraser and wipe the board. You do that in silence until "Here." Katsuki takes the eraser and starts wiping, "You know I could do that myself" Katsuki laughs. "What about the places you may or may not reach?" you cross your arms Katsuki wipes the board. Katsuki gets everything off the very top of the board. "Alright, you can continue" Katsuki puts the eraser in your hand. "Um," you clear your throat Katsuki's hand lingers on the eraser he gave you. "You can let it go now" Katsuki slowly retracts his hand. "Hey, Bro!" Kirishima and Kaminari greet Katsuki. You turn to watch as he leaves, with Kirishima and Kaminari following closely. Behind they've all gotten closer since the first day of school, you remember how Katsuki was annoyed with their presence. But now it seems Katsuki doesn't mind anymore you wipe the rest of the whiteboard and return to your desk.

"Oh, thank you," Ms. Midnight pats your head, "Also you and Katsuki's paper were impressive" you smile, "From what I've read so far." Katsuki leans forward. "Congratulations, Y/n and Katsuki." Kirishima high-fives you and Katuski. "I think I might have to pair you up together again for the next paper since you two work so well together" you turn and meet Katsuki's eyes. Ms. Midnight pats Katsuki's head, "Lay off, woman." Katsuki protests. Ms. Midnight laughs. "Well, I'll leave you two alone for now" she walks away. "Woah, she was eyeing you guys like a predator who has cornered her prey. HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE IT" Mineta grabs onto Katuski's collar, "YOU HAVE TO TELL ME." Mineta shakes Katsuki, "HEY LAY OFF" Katsuki shoves Mineta off. "Y/N YOU HAVE TO TELL ME" Mineta was practically crying as he held onto you, "EW!" Katsuki grabs his collar. "WORK ON IT YOURSELF, LOSER!" Katsuki yells at Mineta, lets up, and walks to his desk.

"Aw, so worked up," Ms. Midnight rests her hands on her hip, "THAT TURNS ME ON!" you do a double-take. "It WHAT" Katsuki chuckles. "Ms. Midnight read my paper," Midnight approaches Mineta's desk. "I bet he's going to be fantasizing about that for weeks." you shake your head, "probably months." "Hello, I'm Shoto Todoroki my father Enji Todoroki is the head of the firefighter station, and," you look at Katsuki then back at Shoto, "Hello, I'm y/n" you interject. Shoto nods Izuku comes up and rests his hand on Shoto's back "this is Shoto. He's just arrived." Katsuki scowls at Izuku, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE, DEKU!" Katsuki stands. Shoto looks up at Katsuki. "He is talking to one of his friends" "SHUT UP," Katsuki snaps back. "Well, y/n is a good friend of mine, and so I wanted to introduce Shoto to" "Shut up" Katsuki snarls you stand and grab onto Izuku and Shoto's arms. "Here, let's talk over there with Ochako" you walk to Ochako. She looks over and smiles, "Y/n!"

"Tenya Iida," Tenya offers his hand for a handshake. "Y/n," Izuku and Shoto stand beside Tenya, "It's nice to see you again." Izuku smiles Tenya smiles back "the same for you" Shoto introduces himself to Tenya, "Um, maybe you should just say that your name is Shoto Todoroki." Izuku nervously pats Shoto's back, "I see."

[queenjunoking]

Wolf Taming Pt 9

CW: Noncon - Shock Collar - Pain - Petplay - Drugs - Kidnapping  - Manipulation - Piss

When I got upstairs I set an alarm and laid down for a bit to relax. Sasha needed her rest and I needed a bit of a break. Planning everything was quite tiring. Watching Sasha getting to play was a bit exhausting as well, I could only imagine what it was like to be the one in that cage. It’s not like I could directly emphasize, I had no interest in ever trying on a collar like that or being in a cage. Some people were meant to be in the collar and others were meant to hold the leash. Sasha was the former and I was the latter.

I was comfortable, I could just let both of us rest. But I wanted to do this and I needed to get a few things done first. I did a bit of routine cleaning and made some snacks for Sasha. When I was done I took a shower and changed into a new set of clothes. When I had finished I still had time left over. It seemed like a good time to check out the latest news on the missing track star. Still missing after a wide search. No details on her disappearance. Last seen leaving the library late at night after cramming for a test she was going to have the next day. Interest was already starting to dwindle a bit, the conversation was mostly online. Some wondered if she had snapped under the pressure and just walked away instead of being kidnapped.

I followed the conversation of Sasha’s former friends. I could see the weight that my precious wolf had on her shoulders. An athlete that carried her team. A straight-A student. She spent a lot of her time volunteering. I heard snippets of information she had accidentally shared with her friends. So many useful things. So many balls she was juggling. It must have been so stressful having so much she needed to do. She didn’t have to worry about silly things like that anymore. The alarm went off and interrupted my snooping. Two hours were up.

I grabbed another bottle of juice, a cup of dry cereal and some other encouraging treats and headed back to the wolf’s den. Sasha was tired and I had let her sleep. It was probably her assumption it was late because of that; she had no ability to tell time down there. In reality it was only 2 in the afternoon when I left. It was 4 now. Not that time meant anything after she fell asleep. Two hours had passed, but to her it would be the next day. A night had passed and she would still be exhausted. She would never understand why. I was going to be working very hard to make time a meaningless concept to her.

“Good morning Sasha!” I announced myself cheerfully and flipped on the lights. I startled the poor thing. She shot to her feet, only to get hit by a shock. Petmode was still active. “Careful sweety, you have to stand like a pet.” She glared at me. I was happy to see my wolf was still filled with that fighting spirit after ‘yesterday.’

“How are you doing this morning Sasha? Speak.” I checked over her utilities while I gave her room to speak. Water was half filled. Food untouched. Litter Box unused.

“Terrible. What do you think?” There was a surprising amount of bite in her voice. She was understanding that I wasn’t really interested in punishing her for what she said. She only got punished for when she said it. She said many unpleasant things about me ‘yesterday’ but she was allowed to say them. I didn’t want her to hide those feelings, I wanted her to wear them on her sleeves.

“Maybe it’s because you aren’t eating and need to use the bathroom.” She narrowed her eyes. She knew that I knew what she was complaining about. I was ignoring that of course. “It’s inevitable Sasha. Everyone needs food and everyone needs a bathroom. Why fight it?”

“B-” She tried to answer but was cut off by the shock collar.

“That was more of a rhetorical question, but feel free to speak.” I had my back on her so she couldn’t see me roll my eyes.

“If you want me to eat then how about a plate of real food. Or access to a toilet.” I could hear the irritation in her voice. Someone had woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

“Silly puppy. You have real food in your dish and you know the toilet is for people. Pets need to be housebroken. You have that over there to use.” I pointed at the litter box and she went bright red. “Something wrong Sasha? Speak.”

“I’m not fucking using that! I’m not going to go in a box!” I was surprised how much yapping this wolf was capable when it was so early in the morning for them.

“Mhm. Would you prefer diapers then sweetheart? Speak.” Her face managed to reach a brighter red.

“I want a fuc- Ah!” She tried to stand up, only to be shocked and sent back to her knees. She tried answering again with a more steady voice. “I want a fucking toilet.” I could see her shaking, she needed to go.

“If you leak onto the floor you do not understand the amount of trouble you will be in. Here are your options. The litter box. A diaper. Or you can leak onto the floor and become extremely intimate with what it tastes like.” I watched as her eyes twitched. It was amazing, she had that litter box in her cell all day and yet she somehow really didn’t think she’d have to use it.

She pointed at her throat. She wanted to say something. But she hadn’t done anything to earn it. “No, no words right now. Just decisions. I assume you don’t want me here watching like you didn’t want to watch me watching you eat. But your outburst cost you your privacy this time. I’m going to count to 10. If you aren’t over it and using it I’ll turn the shock dial to 1 and see how high it needs to go before you piss yourself.”

“10.” She narrowed her eyes at me.

“9.” She stood her ground. She didn’t believe me.

“8.” I could see the first crack as breathing speed up.

“7.” Her eyes started to go wide. It had finally sunk in that I was serious

“6.” She broke and went for the litter box

“5.” She closed her eyes. Apparently she thought if she couldn’t see me I wasn’t here to watch her.

“4.” I could see her trying. She was desperate to avoid any more shocks.

“3.” She was concentrating so hard.

“2.” I saw her body relax a little.

“1.” She hung her head in shame, defeated, as the sound of a soft stream was all that filled the room.

Another “first” we dealt with. The first time doing these things was the hardest, it’s why it was the most fun to watch. But giving up this battle meant she could no longer really complain about it. After all, she did it once. Why would she need alternative accommodations if she already showed she didn’t need them.

“Such a good puppy Sasha. You want a tre-” I was interrupted by her sniffling and could see her body shaking. “What’s wrong Sasha? Speak.”

She looked up at me, her face streaked with tears. Her words set my heart aflame. “You’re a monster. Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve this? I don’t want to be your fucking dog!”

“Oh? You… don’t?” I sounded hurt as I could. I flipped the switch so we could talk freely without her getting shocked.

“N-no! Why would I want that?” She was still very upset, but my question had disarmed her slightly. 

“Oh… I see.” I gave her a bit of a sad smile. “I thought you might appreciate having all those responsibilities taken off your shoulders. I know all about you Sasha. You are very impressive. But… all of that work must have really been burning you out. So many things to juggle, so many people relying on you.” I could see I hit a nerve. She wasn’t going to say this is what she wanted, it wasn’t. Well it wasn’t right now at least. But I could see I was right, she was burned out.

“I… that’s… just responsibility. You take on responsibility. You do things to help other people” She tried to sound confident in front of me. I could see I was striking a nerve. She was being defensive instead of lashing out. Our conversation wasn’t about what I was doing to her or ever what I had just made her do. It was about making her put up barriers so I could knock them over. I started to unpack some of the treats I had brought with me while I listened. I slid a dish of chicken between the bars. She reached for it with her hands and momentarily hesitated. When I didn’t react she picked up a piece and started to eat it. I was letting her backslide a bit, but she at least hesitated.

“What didn’t you take on? What weren’t you responsible for?” I jabbed my finger into that raw nerve. For a moment she was speechless, she wanted to say something but I had taken her words away again. “Did they ever actually appreciate you? Or did they just keep adding more responsibilities to your plate because they knew you would just keep up the hard work?”

“I…” She tried to start saying something, but I cut her off.

“Did they appreciate you? Or did they appreciate what they got from you? Your track team has gotten a lot of coverage because of you, that makes your team look better. Everyone else on the team is fairly mediocre though.” Another jab.

“I think-” I cut her off again.

“How much of your volunteer work were the things that other people were supposed to be doing? How much extra time did you spend working on the various projects because you were doing everything instead of everyone pulling their weight?” And another jab.

“I don’t-” I cut her off again.

“How much time did you actually dedicate to your own studies? How much did you cram because you couldn’t review the material otherwise? Or did you spend that time helping other people cram instead?” A jab and a twist.

“I… knew the material...” Her voice was quiet. She wasn’t really arguing with my points. Everything I cut her off from saying was just going to be the excuses she told herself. No one had ever laid it out like this before for her and it was probably a little overwhelming. She was exhausted and sleep deprived, my words left such an impact on her that she might have just shook off if I had let her sleep.

This conversation had the intended effect. I knew she was going to have an outburst over what she had to do earlier and this was the perfect way of getting past that and reasserting my control. Sasha was at the disadvantage. She was naked in a cage. But she got to talk like a person for a while. She was talking from behind bars, but for a moment she felt heard and appreciated.

I took a risk. She wasn’t looking up, she was staring at the floor. I reached through the bars and cautiously pet her hair. She didn’t react to what I did. She didn’t attack me which was good at the very least. She just seemed to accept that it was happening. It was good enough for me.

“Sasha? I’m going to go set something up. Are you going to be ok if I leave you alone for a bit?” She just nodded her head without looking at me.

I left to go through one of the doors in the wolf’s den. I snuck a look at Sasha before I left. My lost wolf looked even more lost after our conversation. She didn’t want to be here. She never would. But that wasn’t the topic of our conversation. The point wasn’t to convince her she wanted to be here. I was never going to try to convince her of that. The point was to hold her hand and walk her to the conclusion I wanted her to reach. Maybe she didn’t want to stay here.

But now she wasn’t sure she wanted to go back there either.