#which i THINK i read back when i was reading these in high school. i think. we'll find out i guess...

[hyunjinners]

✧:･ﾟHeartache → Stray Kids x reader ˚₊· ꒰🍃꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊ during an argument, they raise their voice at you, uttering hurtful words.

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊ maknae line! x fem! reader 

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊ discussion, angst, established relationship.

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊ shouting, insults, fights, anxiety, insecurities (on both sides). Any scenarios, names and groups mentioned are pure fiction! Similarities to real events are purely coincidental. × In some scenarios not everyone is an idol. ×

꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊ 2,4k

꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊ I finally got the inspiration to release the second part of Runaway! If you haven't read the first part, I suggest you go there first :) English is not my first language! I apologize in advance for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes. Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist. Enjoy reading! ^-^

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𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆¡!

Jisung has always been in love with you. You’ve known each other since high school and have always had a strong friendship, never caring about unpleasant comments questioning the possibility of a friendship between a man and a woman. Consequently, over time, he fell in love with you more and more each day he spent by your side, but he never confessed, and you never showed that you felt the same because you wanted to hide it at all costs. Jisung was always very popular because of his talents, so you never thought you deserved to date someone as amazing as him.

Time passed, you were both adults, and Jisung ended up debuting as an idol. Even after so many years, he never had the courage to tell you how he felt, so he just suppressed his feelings. After a long time, he got involved with an idol he met during his trainee days. You didn’t know this, as he couldn’t reveal it to the media, but even when he had the opportunity to tell you, he couldn’t muster the courage. Perhaps his deepest feelings held him back.

You were at Jisung's dorm for a movie marathon, taking advantage of his day off. He got up to go to the bathroom, leaving you to choose what you were going to watch. Jisung's phone, which was beside you on the couch, was vibrating desperately. You were never intrusive, but Jisung had never stopped you from touching his things. Thinking it might be one of the boys or even Jisung's staff wanting to warn him about something, you picked up his phone and checked his notifications.

The contact of a woman, with a heart emoji next to her name, lit up the phone screen, with several messages saying she missed him and that she would visit Jisung in his dorm later. You knew you had no right to meddle in Jisung's life, but the fact that he had hidden this from you, even though you were supposedly someone he trusted, hurt you deeply. When he returned, he was confused by the sad expression on your face. “What happened, little one? Are you okay?” He was utterly confused until he noticed his phone in your hands. His expression shifted from concern to irritation in a matter of seconds. “What were you doing?”

“When were you going to tell me, Jisung? Why... I don’t understand. Are you with someone? Why didn’t you tell me? Since when have you become so cowardly as to forget your trust in me?” At this point, you were both standing, staring at each other, your upset expressions obvious. “And since when do I have to give you any explanations, huh?” He didn’t know why he was so angry, but his confused feelings were preventing him from being clear at this moment. “WE’RE FRIENDS, JISUNG! I’m not just anyone you can simply ignore. I care about you too, you idiot.” Despite your raised tone fueled by anger, you tried to explain your feelings, but Jisung just couldn’t hear you at that moment.

“MAYBE IF YOU WEREN’T ACTING LIKE A FANATIC, I COULD HAVE TOLD YOU!” He exploded, gesturing wildly in complete desperation.

Silence. Those three seconds of silence felt like three hours. This chilling silence was broken by your faint sniffles. You raised your hands to hide your tears. Turning away from him, Jisung could tell he felt shattered inside at that moment. Your tears brought him back to his cruel current reality. “Fanatic? I... I’m not a fan of yours, Jisung. To be honest, now I’m just an idiot who trusted you.”

You didn’t bother to grab your jacket; you just ran to the door. As you opened it, you bumped into Jisung's girlfriend. He tried to run after you, but it was already too late. Now, all he could do was cry—not just because of the argument but because the arms that comforted him weren’t the ones he wanted.

𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗¡!

You had been in a relationship for a little over three years. After Felix proposed to you, you both moved to Busan so you could settle into a calm life before getting married. He was a kindergarten teacher, and you opened a small café near the house you were finishing paying off together. You were the typical cute couple, never having serious fights and always being very happy with each other. Even though the life you both dreamed of was almost finally stable and fulfilled, Felix's family didn’t accept the life he was living. Felix was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, so his family expected him to live like an heir prince; however, he chose to live a quiet life with you, which was clearly reason enough for his family to dislike you.

With only a few months left until the wedding, Felix’s father was making his life a living hell, doing everything he could to make Felix give up on you. For this reason, Felix had been depressed for several days. You didn’t know what was going on, and he didn’t want to tell you so you wouldn’t get upset, which left you increasingly worried about his condition. He wasn’t eating properly, woke up many times in the middle of the night, and always got startled when the phone or the doorbell rang.

During a walk you took on weekends, throughout the entire route, you noticed he was hyperventilating, and every time you asked him about it, he would just force a smile and say it was nothing. When you were on the corner heading back home, you finally mustered the courage to question him. “Felix… please, don’t lie to me.” You grabbed his arm, making him stop. He looked back at you, his expression completely exhausted. “Lie about what? I already told you it’s nothing. Please, leave me alone.”

His tone wasn’t angry—it was more tired. He didn’t want to be so rude, but the pressure his father was putting on him had really messed with his mental health. He freed himself from your weak grip, quickly walking home.

After you entered your small and cozy living room, while Felix was taking off his jacket, you stopped in front of him in another attempt to make him talk.

“Don’t you trust me? Felix, I’m not here to judge you. I’m really, sincerely worried about you.”

He just ignored your desperation, going upstairs to the bathroom. You followed him without a second thought, determined to make him speak. “Love, you can count on me! I—”

“COULD YOU PLEASE STOP?! Please, I’m begging you, let me breathe! Just for a moment.”

He stopped at the top of the stairs, making you stop halfway up. You were startled by the look Felix gave you. He had never, ever, yelled at you. You weren’t angry with him, but it did affect you in some way. Before you could say anything else, you just apologized, walking past him and locking yourself in the bedroom.

He immediately rushed to the bedroom door as soon as you entered, his hand hovering over it, wondering if he should knock or not. He rested his forehead right there, finally allowing himself to cry after holding back for days. He really needed this relationship to work.

He couldn’t live without you.

𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍¡!

Seungmin was the ideal partner from your point of view. He was a surgeon and heir to a hospital franchise, and you were a dermatologist from a family of politicians. People always had high expectations of your relationship: from your family and friends to the media, which saw you as a reference. Seungmin wasn’t exactly the temperamental type of man; to be honest, he always preferred to withdraw from problems until things calmed down so he could resolve the situation clearly and organized. However, the course of the days was draining all his patience and usual calm. The hospital was chaotic, and Seungmin’s father was dumping all his frustrations on his son, leaving him stressed.

Your father met with you earlier during a lunch that was apparently a family gathering but turned out to be another ploy for his threats. There were some problems happening in politics, so he needed some distraction for his troubles, and obviously, your marriage would be the perfect target. He wanted you to announce a pregnancy as soon as possible so that the media could focus on you, giving him time to sweep everything under the rug. You didn’t give your father an answer, saying you would think about it. Seungmin was clearly irritated with him but said nothing.

At this moment, you were lying on your bed, finishing reading your book while waiting for Seungmin to finish changing after taking a long hot shower in an attempt to calm himself down… which didn’t exactly work. He sits next to you, so you close your book, looking into his tired and irritated eyes. “babe…”

“Are you really going to keep going with this?” Seungmin interrupts you, his expression neutral. However, behind his eyes, there’s a clear flame of disappointment and a bit of anger. Not at you, but at this moment, he didn’t care to distinguish where it came from. “What do you mean?” you ask, confused. “You no longer live for yourself. Are you really going to keep doing your father’s will?”

“Seungmin, he just wants what’s best for both of us-”

“HE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT YOU! He never cared and won’t in the future. You’re just a means for him to get rid of the media. Are you really that naïve?”

You look at him dumbfounded, feeling not just sadness but pure shock. Deep down, you knew he was right, but his bluntness truly shook you. You don’t hide your tears but say nothing. You just get up, leaving to God knows where, leaving him behind with a heavy heart. “I’m sorry…”

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍¡!

You and Jeongin had been trainees for just over a year. You both started around the same time, so you were relatively close… or almost that. For some unknown reason, Jeongin decided that he would hate you to death. From the first time you performed together, he would look you up and down as if he didn’t want you to breathe in the same space as him. What you didn’t know was that Jeongin was hopelessly in love with you, but since this relationship would never be possible if it depended on the company, he masked his feelings with anger, so you wouldn’t get close to him in any way and make the situation worse for him.

JYP prepared a project, a program aimed at presenting the two groups that would debut: the boy group Stray Kids and the girl group M4ya, the group you were part of. During one of the stages, the proposal was to unite the units of each group, with the objective of exploring their talents. As the main vocal of M4ya, you ended up getting the project alongside Seungmin and Jeongin. In the beginning, you were mostly nervous because you never understood his behavior and were afraid you would end up fighting. You trained together for hours, adjusting your vocals while giving and receiving tips from each other.

It was a very important project, since it would be the first time you were doing something independently, without the help of vocal teachers, just relying on your learned abilities. Seungmin was being a great help to you, since, as you were nervous, your voice wasn’t coming out the way you wanted. Maybe a little insecurity was also clouding your mind, so Seungmin offered to help. At the end of the recordings, you politely bowed, thanking him for his help and effort. When Seungmin left, leaving just you and Jeongin, he rolled his eyes at you while speaking calmly, “It doesn’t surprise me that your voice was failing so much. You look like a chicken in the butcher shop before being sold, you’re shaking so much.” You stared at him, this time tired of his teasing.

“You know, I’ve really been ignoring your behavior the whole time I’ve known you, but I would like to know why you’re like this. I never did anything to you!”

“So you think you’re a saint?” He let out a small, disdainful laugh. “No wonder you’re so snobby.”

“Then tell me, Jeongin! WHY? Why do I deserve so much criticism?” He massaged his temples, his voice was irritated at that moment. “WHY CAN’T YOU STOP BEING SO INSECURE?! So, you need that much validation, huh? Spare me.” He laughed, turning his back while fixing his bag, ready to go to the dorm. However, not long after, he stood frozen in place upon hearing your sniffles. You ran your hand over your face, hiding it from Jeongin. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, but you were too sensitive at that moment.

“You know, Jeongin, I shouldn’t justify myself to you, but I’ve always tried my best to get here, and all I hear in return for my effort is criticism after criticism. So, yes, maybe I am a little insecure girl who doesn’t know where to go without validation, just like you said. Just don’t come any closer, please. Leave me alone.” He was shocked, not having processed the situation. He never thought it could come to this point, and now he was agonizing with hatred, surprisingly, for himself. “I messed up so much now.” He crouched on the floor, running his hand through his hair in a desperate attempt to contain his tears of pure frustration.

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Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Content: You love your sweet and kind boyfriend, but sometimes you like the crazy version of him. What are you willing to do to get the monster inside of him out to play?

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You and Yoichi have conflicting and busy schedules so when you two finally get a day off together, you take full advantage of it. It's usually spent going on dates and quality time, but you really couldn't go out today due to the weather warnings of a blizzard.

So, you decided to stay in and watch a movie. You picked a random romance film, which turned out to be quite good. However, you didn’t expect the intimate scenes—or the way they’d leave you feeling so aroused.

You were curled up beside Yoichi, just like always when the two of you sat close. Your heart raced as the couple on screen shared their passionate moments. Even after the movie ended, the lingering frustration between your legs remained, and Yoichi’s hand resting casually on your hip didn't help.

You silently prayed that he wouldn’t figure it out. Somehow, he always seemed to know. Even before joining Blue Lock, he had a knack for reading your thoughts, but after coming back, his ability to read you had only sharpened.

You swallowed hard, feeling your boyfriend shift behind you as he stretched.

"That was a good movie, what'd ya think?" He asked, tilting his head towards you.

"Was good." You said quickly, knowing that if you spoke more than three words, your tone would give away how you were feeling.

Yoichi didn't find your response too odd, as you have often given vague answers in the past when asked about this sorta stuff.

But it was your body language that betrayed you.

"You okay?" He asked, his eyes showing concern. It made your heart melt how gentle and caring he was with you. So sweet and kind, it was the Yoichi you fell in love with your first year of High School.

"Mhm" you responded, making the incredibly stupid decision of hiding your face in his chest. You thought this would throw him off your trail. He wouldn't be able to read you anymore and would just assume you needed some cuddles.

But the flaw you didn't consider was how much worse this would make your problem.

Being this close to him made it so much harder to contain the lustful thoughts that clouded your head. You also didn't consider how shifting yourself to fit into his chest would cause his hand to fall from your hip to above your thigh. This wasn't good.

All was quiet for a moment, though. You thought you had beaten him, you felt a little proud of yourself too. All you could hear was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

But then you heard him whisper in your ear, "I know you need me right now."

A shiver ran down your spine.

You looked up at him bewildered, a smirk playing on his lips. Before you could open your mouth to ask how, he already answered.

"Tense, thighs pressed shut, not to mention that look on your face and how fast your heart is racing. I'm a little offended you thought I wouldn't notice."

You look at his happy little grin, like he's accomplished something great. All you could do is roll your eyes, feeling extremely embarrassed and flustered.

"So?" Is all you could manage to muster.

"Wanna do something about it?" Yoichi murmurs in your ear, looking effortlessly sexy with his dark hair in his eyes and his tongue poking in his cheek.

"Hm, maybe" You tease, your shy smile becoming something more mischievous.

He can’t help but lean in and capture your lips in a soft kiss, holding you so tenderly like you'd break under his touch. So gentle. And you loved it, you loved how careful he was with you.

But right now, you didn't want gentle.

You wanted crazy, rough, and borderline feral Isagi. The one the world sees on the soccer field. There was only one way to get that Yoichi, and it was to deprive him of control.

You stop your boyfriends roaming hands, constraining them in place. You could tell it caught him off guard. He knew he was what you wanted, he couldn't have possibly assumed wrong, and you even gave in to the kiss. Why were you doing the opposite of what you want? Why weren't you letting him touch you?

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked so innocently, baby blue eyes clouded with confusion. It almost made you feel bad. Your poor baby.

You pulled away from the kiss, staring into those eyes. There was no fire in them yet. You needed to do more to get him riled up.

You go back in for a kiss but this time on his neck. You shift a little, lifting yourself up onto his lap. You leave sloppy kisses along his jawline, neck, and collarbone while lazily grinding against him.

He opens his mouth a little, pretty little noises escaping past his soft lips. And then you just stopped. Now he was even more confused. Why were you teasing him? Was it just for fun to torture him like this?

That's when you saw it, the spark. A slight frown also began tugging at his lips. He was beginning to grow frustrated. You needed one more push to replace your sweet, kind boyfriend with the domineering, best striker in the world Yoichi Isagi.

You could tell he was giving you some grace, he wanted to believe you weren't doing it on purpose. But you needed him to realize what it was you wanted. He was always reading your mind and figuring out things you didn't want him to. Let's see if he can figure out something you do want him to.

As your final move, you completely pulled yourself off of him. You admit, it pained you to leave him all hot and bothered like that. You stood up and got ready to casually walk away, thinking of what excuse you were going to give.

"Just where do you think you're going?" He erupted, a hand landing on your waist, pulling you back towards him. You collapsed underneath him on the bed, his hands pinning you to the mattress.

"The kitchen?" You say, trying to act like you didn't know what you were doing.

"Try again." He commands. His face was mere inches away from yours again. There was no way you were going to leave him like this, with a problem only you could solve. You could see the little flames starting to appear.

You couldn't help the smug grin that broke out of your lips. "Why don't you find out, egoist?"

It's like you flipped a switch inside of him and now his mind was racing with thoughts. Thoughts of fucking you to oblivion and thoughts of what the hell you were playing at.

“what’s the matter?” you lay waiting, panting beneath him. "Can't figure it out?"

He looked at you, in the same way he gets when he’s piecing himself together during a match. It happens when you don’t let him in and he can't get what he wants.

This is where everything changes. You finally got to the little monster inside of him.

“don’t push, brat” he breathes, his voice low and daring. It enough to make you squeeze your thighs together again, trying to relieve the frustration. But your own selfishness leads to your loss as it was all that was needed for Yoichi to figure it out.

"Oh" he smirks against your lips, trailing wet kisses down your neck, mimicking your earlier actions on him. "I get it."

Your breath hitches once he gets to the sensitive part of your collarbone, his lips sucking on the skin that would leave pretty little purple marks in the morning.

"You want me when I'm mean, isn't that right, princess?" He finishes off by biting the skin there. You yelp, looking down to see your skin between his teeth.

You don't say anything, knowing it that it would annoy him more.

"Answer me." He growled against your skin. “you know how this usually ends for you.”

You don't care, you want the consequences. You instead giggle, watching Yoichi go crazy from the way your treating him. But, he loves a game. He knows he'll make you give in, he just has to devour you at your own game. Tease you back.

He has you trapped underneath him, pressing his knee in-between your legs ever so slightly, putting the smallest amount of pressure. You let out a slight noise and it was music to Yoichi's ears. He wanted more, give him more.

His kisses go down from your neck to your chest, lifting your shirt up to lazily lick the area around your breasts. He was marking you like crazy too, hickeys forming everywhere his lips have touched.

His hands go down, playing with the waistband of your panties. You know you're soaked at this point.

You feel embarrassed when Yoichi dips his hands into your underwear and immediately gets coated in your slick. The smirk he gives when he pulls his hands out to make you look.

"Look at how needy you are for me." He spoke cockily before plunging his finger inside of you. You let out a moan of relief and it sent fireworks down Yoichi's body. You feel his fingers play against your folds, starting to fuck you faster and harder.

Just when you're about to cum, he stops. You jolt, whining in frustration at the lack of release. You pout, giving him a look that conveyed what he was doing was unfair.

"Whats the matter? Isn't this what you wanted?" Yoichi grabs your hips and pulls you towards him. You feel his hardness against you as he goes on to kiss you, sucking on your lower lip.

"Ichi, need you," You whine pathetically, looking up at him through your tear-stained lashes. Your boyfriend scoffs at this, wondering how you could be so cruel to him earlier and then go on acting like you were the victim in the situation.

"What do you need from me?" he asks, already anticipating your answer, knowing it will strike just the right chords in his brain. The sweet satisfaction of hearing your desires, him being the only one in the world that could please them.

"All of you, n-need all of you in me. Wanna be stuffed full of you." You cry out, growing impatient.

"I want you to look at what I do to you, m'kay?" He makes out between breathy whispers. You nod in response, watching as he pulls back and a rush of a cold air hits from the lack of his warm body against yours.

Suddenly, you feel the soft flesh of his cock against your core and the soft slam of him entering you. You mewl into his touch, his right hand going up to hold your hip in place and the other on your breast.

It feels live heaven and earth colliding as he repeatedly fucks you into the mattress. All sorts of curses fall out your mouth as you melt like putty, your mind dissolving.

You look away, your head turning to the side as you try to take him in. Yoichi snaps, his hand grabbing your chin to face it downward, forcing you to watch how his cock slides in and out of your needy, wet cunt.

"So disobedient, when'd you become such a brat?" He growled through his teeth. "Huh? What happened to my sweet little Y/n."

"ichi, please...” you gasp with the heavy slam of his hips against yours. You let out a cry of satisfaction, loving the unhinged way he was looking at you. It was like a high you could only get when with each other.

“No,” He denies you. “why’d you gotta mess with me like that, huh?”

You start to see stars as he handles you like a rag doll, his grip sure to leave bruises. This is exactly what you wanted. This was better than the movie scenes from earlier.

"G-gonna come" You whine, feeling the heat in your stomach gather into a ball.

"Oh really?" He mocked, leaning back to angle himself deeper. "'Think you deserve to? Who said you could."

"Ichi" You pleaded, bleary eyed. Yoichi could practically die at your cuteness, which is what made it so much better when you begged.

"Teasing me just to make me mad?—fuck—could've just asked nicely. Y'know how badly you got me wrapped around your finger."

"Don't stop, please. I'm sorry, s-so sorry" you placed a hand on his chest and the other on his back, clawing your nails down.

"Oh? You're sorry?" He mocked, knowing full well the extent he'd go to mess with even the person he loved most in the world. "I don't think you are"

Without warning, Yoichi flips you over so that you're lying on your stomach. He has your face stuffed into a pillow and ass up, enjoying the way your whole body shakes each time he slams into you. He leaves harsh kisses all down your back.

With one last thrust into you, your body erupts in flames as your orgasm takes over. You swear you saw the heavens as your eyes rolled back and your nails dug into your boyfriend's skin. Obscenities fill the room as you come undone. Pain and exhaustion shoots through your legs once you're done and you realize how much Yoichi has really worked you.

Your pretty boyfriend isn't far behind as he comes after, filling you to the brim with his milky seed. He holds your hips down onto him, giving a few sloppy last thrusts before collapsing beside you.

"Too cute," Your boyfriend coos, stars sparkling in his eyes. He laughs at how absolutely dazed you look right now, returning back to the normal sweet Yoichi Isagi you knew and loved. You just stare at him, trying to figure out how he could just do that. Was that even the same person?

"I meant it when I said you could've just asked, by the way." He smiles, wrapping a hand around your waist as he pulls you into a cuddle.

"Oh, I just was- I didn't know how to ask." You admit, feelings a little dumb. I mean, how do you ask your boyfriend you want him to go feral and man-handle you without raising some concerns?

"That's okay, I can always figure it out on my own anyway. You're my favorite book to read." He snuggles into you, placing his face into the crook of your neck. He could never get enough of you. He didn't mind reading in between the lines for you, but God did he love it when you told him what wanted directly.

"Okay, I'll tell you next time." You breathed, leaning into his embrace, both your skins sticky with sweat.

"Next time..." He blushed, thinking about it. No, seriously, how was this the same guy? Was he actually growing flustered thinking about it right after he just fucked you dumb?

"Yes, next time, ichi." You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. It was a vanilla-ish contrast to the events of today.

"I love you so much." He whispered, adoring the way you doted on him.

"I love you more."

"But don't tease me like that again, next time I won't be so nice." He growled, and you swear you almost died on the spot.

"That just makes me more inclined to." You laugh, looking up into his cerulean eyes that glowed with a green fire.

"What am I going to do with you?" He shakes his head, fingers climbing up your ribs.

"I have some ideas..." You propose. Today was going to be a long day. And you had no interruptions to stop you.

[zarvasace]

Maybe this has already been answered, and I forgot, but in White Walls, aren't some of them young enough they should be in school? Have the older ones tried tutoring them so they don't fall behind?

This is an old ask from when I asked for prompts but hey here it is!! :)

~720 words, no warnings? This is post-White Walls! I don't think they really had the material or motivation to do any tutoring inside—though maybe boredom is motivation enough. But once they're out? Yeah they gotta do something about that.

Hyrule can barely see any blond hair over the stack of books in Four's arms as he returns to the gym. He watches as Four carefully slides the stack onto the stage, then uses one of the folding chairs as a stool to pull himself up, too. With relief, Hyrule pounces on the minor distraction. "What are all of those for?" Four settles with his back against the side of the stage and raises his eyebrows at Hyrule's own tiny stack. "What are all of those for?" he returns.

"There's this thing called a high school diploma…" Hyrule reminds him with a grim laugh. He doesn't disagree that it's probably a good idea for him to get something like that done, but he's a much, much slower reader and learner than Legend, who'd studied for a few weeks and got very good marks on his first try. Now Legend, along with everyone except Four, is on the basketball court below the stage, yelling and running and throwing each other out of the way. Hyrule estimates about three minutes until someone gets hurt, and maybe about ten until he himself finally gives up on this book and goes to join them. "I like reading," Four answers. He picks up the book at the top of the stack, one with a dry title about tractors or something, and flips past the first few pages. "Do you really think you'll get through all of those before we have to leave?" Four's stack is at least ten books high. Hyrule's own has three, and he knows he'll have to take them all back to the house, himself. Four doesn't need to study, is not enrolled in any classes at this high school because he graduated some years ago, and as far as Hyrule knows, Four can't actually take any books from the school library. "Probably not," Four says, already distracted, "but I like having choices." Hyrule hums at that. He rolls from his side to his stomach, wings flaring out behind him. The long coat he prefers to wear in public hides his wings, which helps him stay less conspicuous, but his poor wings are not easily compressed, and his muscles are sore from hiding them so much recently. Stretching out feels nice. He looks back down at his own book, intending to get through at least one more sentence. It's been easier to get through things now that he can choose what to read, albeit from a small selection, but it's still hard. He doesn't really see why he has to read some arbitrary number of books before he can move on. "There he goes," Four mutters. Hyrule looks up just in time to see Wild dive for the orange ball, but Warriors does the same from a different angle. Sky shouts a warning, but it's too late. Wild crashes into Warriors, and they both go down, the sound of at least one head smacking into the floor echoing through the large gym room in a way that never happened in their old carpeted living room.

Hyrule winces. The game comes to a pause, everyone going still as they wait for the fallout. Twilight zips to Sky's side as he wobbles, both of them panting from exertion. Warriors recovers quickly. He rolls over and pushes himself up to check over Wild, who'd landed next to him. "Wild?" Warriors said, moving a hand across Wild's face. Hyrule felt his wings rise in fear when Warriors's fingers press beneath Wild's jaw. Time walks forward, his very footsteps tense. "Sky, call—" Wild sits up suddenly, barely avoiding smacking his head into Warriors again, and he tosses the basketball that's still in his hands—hard. "Ledge!" Legend blinks back to attention and catches the ball, just to turn and toss it through the net at his end of the court. "Nice one." Warriors rolls back onto his elbows, color returning to his face, and Wind starts laughing, bent over to prop himself up on his knees. Four rolls his eyes and goes back to his book. Hyrule can't be expected to focus anymore, so he slips in his bookmark and jumps off the stage. His wings flutter just enough to keep him in the air for a moment too long. "Okay, which team is down a player?"

[your-sovereign-ruler]

Back in elementary school, I shared recess and lunch with a special ed class. I preferred to play with some of them as opposed to my classmates. I related to them more, for a lot of reasons, including my childhood bipolar symptoms and undiagnosed autism. And dealing with the stealth bullying, which they had a lot of tips about.

I was particularly close friends with this girl, Julia. I don’t remember what her disability was, I just remember that she was a lot smaller than me (quite a feat, at that age) and was out of school for weeks at a time at the doctors. We didn’t run around very much, because I don’t think she could, but she showed me where the snails climbed on the fence around the field and we’d sit there and watch while we made up stories together.

One thing I was very upset about, though, was that it was against the rules to sit with my friends at lunch. The lunch aides were very mean about it too. I would get yelled at for even asking, and sometimes they wouldn’t let me go to their table after their class monitor caved to Julia’s requests and specifically asked for me. I still tried very hard to spend time with my friends, though, and often snuck over there when they weren’t looking.

Then one year, I’m not sure why, they stopped integrating our classes even that much. Julia and I would wave at each other in the hallway, but that was it. When we moved up to middle school, they were in a completely different wing of the building. I saw Julia twice in three years, in the library. We waved, and pointed at our books. I read Divergent because of her.

She died of leukemia in the summer before high school. I hadn’t talked to her since I was seven years old, and there wasn’t a single reason why it had to be that way.

everyone is too removed from disability !!! Disabled kids get kept in segregated classes or schools, so the abled kids grow up without being in contact with disability unless there is a disabled person in their immediate family or similar. Inaccessible infrastructure / architecture means disabled people frequently stay at home instead of out and about in their neighborhoods, etc. And then, after you finish school you are often unable to find employment, and in countries where this exists, you are generally most likely to end up in a segregated "sheltered workshop" for disabled people, once again out of the sight and mind of abled people.

Unless you as an abled person start a job where you care for, teach or accompany disabled people, you can go your whole life without ever interacting with us beyond staring at us from across the grocery store aisle.

It's no wonder barely no one cares about disability rights beyond those affected, their entire lifes are built around not having to think about us ever.

[cherrysurf]

try again (osamu miya x f!reader)

Chapter 2: The new relationship

warnings: comparing two people, angst, self gaslighting, fluff, if you squint

It’s been officially a year since you and Atsumu had reconciled and moving back to japan from the states. Your life was on a high right now like nothing could stop you, you felt and looked great. Life was just the way you wanted it after so many years of trying to fix the broken pieces.

Yours and Atsumu friendship grew stronger like it was all those years ago

“you should get back out in the dating scene Yn.” Atsumu expressed looking at you with a mischievous grin like he had something up his sleeve.

As of recent dinners and lunches with the blonde boy you knew since middle school became a weekly thing except you weren’t those kids with silly topics no. you were those adults with silly discussions now which you found immense joy in. You craved a connection like this after not having one since…..

well since Osamu. Although the strange thing was you didn’t yearn for him anymore… The pain very much felt like a blur due to so much that has happened to you in the past year it felt all like a bad dream.

“I feel the dating scene sucks right now though and I'm fine being alone, ya know tsumu.” you brush it off while staring at him trying to read his expressions.

“Come on, give it a try, can I set you up with one of my teammates? Who are we thinking of Hinata? oo maybe Sakusa? or what about Bokuto?” he says, wiggling his eyebrows with a smile trying to figure out which one of his teammates you found cute. Your body somehow freezes at the sound of Bokuto’s name.

“Stop being ridiculous tsumu” you say, crossing your arms with a very loud scoff, as if the redness on your face wasn’t obvious enough.

Yes. The whole Msby team was very attractive. You couldn’t deny or fight that with anyone. However Bokuto's charisma and the way he carried himself out shined the rest of them. He was athletic, funny, caring and had a big personality.

You two didn’t have similarities at all, in fact you both were very different. Somehow though he still drew you in, making you nervous when he would greet you. Having you mix up your words at the sight of him post match. His smile radiated the entire room. The fact that you would notice him as soon as he walked in. He was everything Osamu wasn’t…

That was good. This is what you wanted. Or more so what you needed. You and osamu complimented each other so well, You both had loud and quiet tendencies which were able to match each other like puzzle pieces without a problem.

Bokuto was constantly on the go, constantly moving, constantly hyper. He did have his chill moments before he’d get excited about something, At first you questioned the way he acted and his persona.

Later you grew used to it as you saw him more often and began seeing that the way he acted was something good, it was something different.

Why would you look for comfort in the same thing that made you feel unwanted and hurt? Why would you seek out the same personality’s, Why must you be stuck in the past?

So different was good. He was different from you, from him, from anything you knew. Different.

“Earth to Ynnnn why did you space out Bokuto's name? Ya gotta thing for him? I could set you up. He thinks you're cute too just saying…” Atsumu said with the stupidest grin ever like he cracked a code.

“Bokuto is a cute guy…did he really say that about me?” you look at atsumu trying to see if this was all some sick joke to get you to admit you did have a crush on one of his friends.

“Yea, but you didn’t hear it from me. Anywho let me set you guys up? I could finally get him to FINALLY shoot his shot." Atsumu claps and yells as if proud of his success of setting up his two best friends with each other.

“ What do you mean by finally?” you raise an eyebrow at the fact he said “finally.”

“Well the thing is. Bokuto had always found you cute since you first met each other at the game. I told him you weren’t ready for the dating scene yet after a bad breakup, BUT I DIDN'T SAY IT WAS WITH YOU KNOW WHO.” he raised his hands as if to signify that there was no peace broken between you and him and no mention of you and osamu.

You sat there with your eyebrows furrowed trying to think about what to say. Should you really give Bokuto a chance? Are you ready for a relationship? Are you over Osamu? Those answers were simple.

Yes. Yes. And maybe.

“okay…I guess you can set us up, he's a good guy. I'd like to get to know him on a deeper level.” you say slightly doubting the words coming at your mouth, but pushing those thoughts deep down in your mind.

“Perfect, I'll set everything up then. You’ll thank me later yn.” he said hugging you excited to see what the future has in store for you two.

“something different.” you kept telling yourself

taglist; @sahrii @dearru @angeleilee @gumims @istann @chloiyoomi @loveyislost @kameyyy @tiramizuloz @44twentytwo

[puppppppppy]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[deadandphilgames]

oversharing in the tags time :)

[seaofreverie]

So busy with Sparkstember that I almost forgot that I go back to school on tuesday

[homeless202]

EY's reaction to finding out HJ used to steal as well when he was younger is so interesting.

How excited he was abt it:

From EY's pov, this straight A student he thought was perfect and never did a single wrong thing in his life, just confessed to having a criminal background. EY used to look down on HJ for his self-righteous and goody-two-shoes behavior. In his eyes, 'good' people like that don't last long bc they're 'sensitive' abt (in his eyes) insignificant stuff, and they often criticize and judge people like him too quickly. That's why he was so curious abt HJ and tried to figure him out, and why he pissed him off so easily. To him, it's a mystery how people like that still exist and manage survive.

One of EY's sources of frustration towards HJ was how EY thought, HJ thought, he (HJ) was better than him (EY) <- which was partially true, HJ did think "I'm miserable, but at least not as miserable as him". But HJ admitting he used to steal showed EY that HJ was not that much better than him. That he's not as stuck-up and 'holier-than-thou' than he previously thought. He had character.

After finding this out, EY gained a lot more respect for HJ. Especially after hearing his story abt how he managed to quit. HJ became a person EY could truly look up to that day.

[vulpinesaint]

i received the anon asking about the symbiote babies and i want you to know that i see it and i am going to answer it. i am right at the point where my readthrough is theoretically going to properly introduce me to the five that i am NOT familiar with and then (after reading a little more of the absolute carnage run so i can see a little bit more of sleeper) i will come back to you with fun facts and little screenshots <3 i think i can get through the separation anxiety run tonight and i'll get back to you then <3

[milkstoner]

I don't have an insta 😔

I do have to respect that honestly.

[montanabohemian]

so yesterday i had someone comment on a post i made on IG telling me how "offended" they were because i'd simply ended my post with the phrase "end the occupation and free palestine." so much of what they said was actually insane racist islamophobic bullshit and they managed to end their comment by calling all muslims terrorists and literally parroted the "they want to kill americans" fucking horseshit.

the person that made this comment was by someone i've literally known since grade school. i'm not close friends with them but i've gotten to know them over the years and never once thought they'd say anything like this. i actually thought it was a bot account for like a full minute.

i'm sadly not surprised at the rhetoric because that's where we are. we're right back to twenty years ago during the post 9/11 / war in iraq / war on terror fervor kicked off. i'm just. i had to fight this shit twenty years ago and here we are all over again, except this time with the added benefit of fucking social media.

if simply saying "free palestine" is so inflammatory for you, then that is your fucking problem to work through.

[piedoesnotequalpi]

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[ackerfics]

hi!! i don't normally interact with blogs because of my shyness but i can't help but say how truly BEAUTIFUL your writing is, it's advanced on an entirely different level, i bet you ace all of your english classes because your writing is seriously out-of-this-world😩 i wanted to ask if you could give me tips on how to write like you🫣?? i'm honestly so inspired because i'm an aspiring writer myself and some advice from such a talented writer like you would help me out so much💓💓🩷🩷

hello, love, sorry for answering this late </3

THANK YOU so much for saying this :< i am actually relieved people still like what i put out here bc i've been so inactive lately (maybe it's the fact that i have lost my touch with the aot universe --- i might add other fandoms to this acc just to keep this alive and kicking owo). of course, you can ask me this (tho i can't exactly answer it that well since i'm not a professional but i'll try!) <33

i think what i most abide to when writing is to "show not tell", which i technically did not master yet but i'm getting there T^T. you have to make the reader feel the emotions, opinions, and sensations by describing what your character is experiencing --- what are the elements causing this, what are the surroundings or the atmosphere, etc. it's best to show all of this and not tell. you can also show the character's emotions through dialogue or their actions in your writing. it's actually a fun way to go about your writing this way. next, keep a journal. i know it's taxing but hey, it helps! find a subject that you're interested in, let's say the sunset, and write something about it or describe it in a way that evokes what you're feeling. i actually tried doing this and it greatly helped me a lot. you can also use this journal to write down any idea you've got for your new project. but the most important factor that did make some wonders to my style of writing are the books that i've read. so, read some books. it will help you with vocabulary and taking references on how to plan out your plots or introduce the world you're building.

these are just some of the things i can think of rn but you can hit me up in my messages, lovely anon !! <33 thank you so much for the compliment and have a nice day or night mwa

[taegularities]

hmm...

[realboutfatalfury]

it might just be bc it's late and i get sad sometimes when it's late but i'm sad i like feeel soooo bad about several things and i feel like i want to cry but i can't ughh idk...