#i need to study and you are making it impossible lmaoo

[icyharrington]

Hayyyy prompt 13 & 18 with Stevie ??

Yesss OKAY ill do them as 2 separate ones if that’s ok?? Also I’m sorry this turned out way longer than I intended, I think it’s around 2k words so not exactly a blurb lmfao but ohhh well ^_^

Contains: vaginal sex, car sex, bratty reader, daddy kink (sorry to those who aren’t into that lmaoo i just feel like steve has a daddy kink)

13. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

It’s just about sundown, and Steve pulls down the visor of his car with a grimace as he’s hit head-on by a potent ray of orangey light. “Jesus, that’s fucking blinding!”

The situation isn’t much better on the passenger side, where you’re seated in your denim shorts and crop top, thigh bouncing with excess energy from hours of remaining still. You dip your head down to avoid the beams of sun, sighing impatiently. “How close are we to the motel?”

“You’re the one with the goddamn map, (y/n)!” he snaps irritably, clearly struggling to maneuver his head between you and the sunbathed road. “Shit! It’s like someone’s shining a flashlight right in my eyes!”

It’s been approximately twelve hours since your road trip to California with your boyfriend had commenced, and Steve had gotten it in his head to take some of the backroads during rush hour in order to avoid the traffic. He turned out to be right about that theory, with the roads being sparsely populated for miles on end, but neither of you have any clue where you are anymore. “Just fucking pull over at this point.”

Steve complies with your suggestion, forearm flexing deliciously as he shifts his beloved BMW into park, choosing a shady spot out of the way of the street. He’s visibly stressed, with his hair starting to go limp due to an extended period without a Vera Fawcett touch-up. “Let me see the map. I marked where the motel is, so we just need to figure out where we are right now.”

He retrieves the pen he has tucked behind his ear, clicking the back down with his mouth as he swipes the gigantic map from your hands. Resting it up against the dashboard, he scans the tiny dots and letters with knit brows until he finally turns back to you with a solemn expression. “Yeah, I  have no fucking clue where we are.”

“Well, this sucks,” you gripe, sliding down in your seat until your butt is hanging off, like you’re melting into a puddle right there on the floor of Steve’s car. “I’m so fucking bored.”

“Well, damn! Sorry that you don’t like playing I Spy with me!” Steve says, appearing genuinely offended. “Just give me a few minutes and I can figure this out, okay? We can’t be more than an hour away from the place.”

“Oh, fantastic. Only an hour?” you groan, not attempting to hide your sarcasm in the slightest.

Steve shoots you a pointed glare, opening his mouth to speak before apparently deciding against it, instead giving you an incredulous shake of his head. Then he goes back to studying the map, leaning forward as he rests his elbows on his denim-clad knees.

You stare at him from where you still sit slumped, pushing yourself back up onto the seat so you can stretch your bare legs out in front of you. Your shorts are impossibly short and high-waisted, to the point where the pockets stick out the back; they’re Steve’s favorite, not that he’s paying you any attention in them right now. Your sneakers have been discarded into the backseat, leaving your lower half bare save for a pair of calf-length tube socks.

Resting one leg onto the dashboard, you use the other to nudge Steve with your foot. “Steve.”

He keeps his eyes fixed on the map, rubbing the underside of his chin pensively. “I’m kinda in the middle of something, (y/n).”

Rolling your eyes, you give him another poke, kicking your legs up into the air once his focus is back on you. You can see the way his hazel eyes linger on the smooth expanse of your thighs and calves, jaw just barely clenching at the sight.

You just can’t stop yourself from distracting him; after all this time  staying put, you’re in desperate need for some action.

“No,” he says sternly, as you return your foot to his leg, rubbing him playfully. “Do you want to get to the motel by the end of the night or not?”

“But I’m so horny,” you whine, a pout evident on your painted lips. You dance your legs back and forth in front of you, using one hand to idly pull at the front of your top. “I can’t stop thinking of your big dick filling me up.”

You hear his breath catch in his throat, a rosy flush rising to prominence in his angular cheeks. He glances down to your cleavage, which you show off to him proudly, stretching the fabric down even further until your lacy pink bra is on full display. “Fuck. Babe, please- you know I want you, but we need to figure this out before it starts to get dark. I’ll give it to you good when we get to the motel, yeah? I promise.”

He draws a cross over his heart with his fingertips, but you aren’t satisfied with the declaration. The more you look at him, the more you crave him- the smell of his shampoo and musky deodorant, and his aftershave, buried in the crook of your neck and sinking into your skin, pressed as closely as your atoms will allow. The thought makes your head spin, a burning urge making itself known in the pit of your stomach.

You center your vision on him, with his plump lips and cutting jaw, fixing your eyes into wide, deceptively sweet pools of longing; your mouth is slightly parted as you take sharp gulps of oxygen into your lungs, your heart racing at the prospect of getting what you want. He can’t resist you when you’re like this, all faux-innocent and needy, which is exactly the reason why you’re putting this show on for him.

“But Steve…” you purr, tits heaving with each quickened breath. “I need you.”

You can sense that he’s trying not to fall into your trap, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he shakes his head slowly. “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to a bed.”

“So?” you counter, lashes fluttering. Unbuttoning your shorts with a quirk of your eyebrow, you test him, bringing the fabric down just low enough that he can see the lace of your panties peeking out.

“Ah, shit. Fuck it. Get over here.”

You’re unable to contain your excitement, squealing out gleefully as Steve undoes his jeans, wiggling his hips in order to pull them lower. He scowls at you resentfully, but the edges of his lips twitch as he fights back a smirk.

“What’re you waiting for, huh? You were the one begging me for my big dick- now hurry up and strip for me.” He licks his lips, pulling his boxers down with his jeans to reveal his semi-hard cock, the view of which makes your mouth water.

You follow through with Steve’s commands, figuring they’re only fair. There’s a sense of pride that washes over you when you witness Steve grow fully hard, seemingly in perfect time with you removing your skimpy top and even-skimpier shorts. You don’t take off your matching bra and panty set from Victoria’s Secret, seeing that you would rather not be seen butt naked in the middle of who-knows-where by some pervy truck driver, and also because it’s cute and you spent a lot of money on it.

Steve doesn’t complain, though; his teeth sink into his lower lip as his eyes drink in your figure, draped all in lingerie that you purchased specifically with him in mind.

“You like it, Steve?” you ask, although the dumbfounded look on his face already gives away the answer to your question. “I got it just for you.”

“You are so goddamn sexy,” he mutters, taking a greedy hold of your backside with both hands as you climb into his lap. “Fuck the underwear. It’s all you.”

“Oh, please,” you giggle, flustered by his complimentary nature, though you should probably be used to it at this point. “You’re just saying that.”

Steve reaches between your legs, a low groan escaping his throat when he discovers how aroused you are, petting you experimentally through the brightly colored lace that veils your pussy. “Mhm. Don’t try and play modest, baby. You know you always drive me crazy. Now c’mon and ride me.”

He tugs your panties to one side, holding them in place for you while you position yourself to straddle him. Once your narrow, slick entrance is lined up with the wide tip of his cock, he brings his hands to support your hips, hissing as he guides you down into his lap.

His length stretches you wide, just like every other time he fucks you- he isn’t just being delusional when he claims to be packing, like most of the other college-age boys are. It hurts a little in the beginning, but he peppers your throat with open-mouthed kisses until your thoughts are incoherent, and you hardly notice the burning pain anymore. “Steve…”

“That’s my girl,” he praises lowly, his fingertips digging possessively into the padded flesh of your upper thighs; his face is hidden in your neck, words vibrating against your jugular, and you’re so overwhelmed with arousal that all you can do is whimper. “Won’t stop whining until daddy splits her on his cock, will she?”

You shake your head deviously, rocking your hips in a slow, easy rhythm; you tilt your head back, eyes blurred and vacant as Steve trails his veined hands up and down your body, cupping your breasts through your bra before traveling one down to rub circles on your clit. “Yeah. My babygirl’s being so nice and quiet for me now, finally.”

His voice is raspy, shaking; he thrusts his hips up underneath you, causing you to cry out, moving up and down on him faster. Steve slides the straps of your bra down your shoulders in preparation to free your breasts from their obscuring garment, attaching his lips to the space in between your breasts and collarbone and leaving bruises in his wake. “That’s it, baby. Take my cock like a- fuck- good girl.”

There’s sweat beading on your forehead, and you wrap your arms around him, needing his scent to envelope you entirely. You’re both moaning, immersed in your shared state of lustful bliss as he fucks you open, so hard and deep that you can practically feel him in your throat.

He continues circling your clit with his fingers, pushing in hard to make you squirm. His teeth scrape alongside your nipple, breaking several blood vessels in the process, which he takes obvious delight in. “If I make you cum on my dick, will you be a good girl for the rest of our trip? Hm?”

You pretend like you’re thinking about it, though at the moment you’re not exactly able to form a cohesive idea. “Maybe if you make me cum r-really hard…” you choke out, shocked by how much you’re struggling with the simple task of speaking.

He takes your face in his hand, eyes narrowing sternly. “No. It’s either yes or no, or you get nothing at all, ‘kay?”

“Fine! I’ll be a good girl, Steve, I swear. Just make me cum,” you beg, boosting your momentum so that you’re bouncing on him, your pussy taking his massive length with obscene, wet sounds. “Please?”

He chuckles at the panicked tilt of your voice, rolling his body underneath your own as he massages your clit in fervent, nonsensical shapes. “S’what I thought. Go on and cum for me, baby.”

As if he’s just recited some type of spell, your body obeys him without hesitation; an unabashedly loud cry escapes you as the orgasm ripples throughout your body, your walls clamping tightly around him.

Steve’s lips curve into a smirk as he observes you coming undone in his lap, stroking your hair affectionately when you eventually collapse into his chest, gasping with exhaustion.

“Good girl,” he whispers, tracing his right hand back and forth up your spine. “Now will you stop whining and distracting me?”

You let out a puff of air, your voice muffled by the fabric of Steve’s old band t-shirt. “Fine. As long as I can make you cum now, too.”

[kevinsdsy]

Congratulations on graduating!! I just graduated high school and I’m starting college in August. Do you have any advice that I could take with me at the start of the year?

(Btw I LOVE the socmed au. You’re absolutely brilliant in every one)

HII THANK YOU SO MUCH <333 CONGRATS TO YOU TOO FOR GRADUATING HIGH SCHOOL :)))

hmmm on advice it depends actually bc i study in the netherlands and we don't get graded on attendance. now this might seem like the worst advice ever, but i live by this: i would say try figuring out which classes are really of use because it saves you A LOT of time to skip the classes of no importance (like no joke, i've literally skipped classes just so i could stay at home and study, because i know i work better by myself); but obviously this goes out the window if u get graded for attendance because it'd be nice to be able and fall back on that.

me, personally, i did always do the readings we needed to do during the semester which helped me a lot and i would study based on old study material, so like exams from previous years etc. which were LIFE SAVERS because do believe exams are always similiar to old exams, so hopefully your teachers provide those for you and always try asking around with fellow students or students from a grade above you if they have anything saved, especially after covid a lot of people still have online exams etc.

i wasn't keen on doing homework except for subjects that are similiar to math or statistics, so it's really important for yourself to figure out what works for you because a lot of my friends have commented on how weird my study methods are LMAOO because i go all over the place

but yeah i wish i could give u better advice than "don't do all your work and skip classes" LMAOOO but honestly you get so much work thrown at you it almost feels impossible to do everything and for me it honestly has worked so much because i just know i wouldn't have had enough time to study if i didn't skip classes but this also just works out for me because we don't even have to attend our classes and don't get graded on it.

and honestly don't take college too seriously. try socialising with your classmates because having nice people around is what makes or breaks the experience in my opinion.

((SORRY THIS WAS SOOO LONNGG but thank you for saying u like the socmed au ily im so glad u enjoy it))

[oddvanilla]

Take an MBTI test and go look up what characters share MBTI mindsets with you. That takes up like, an hour or so if you're like me, since I'm silly and enjoy seeing who I'm similar to... Like, I share MBTI with Kakashi and I love him sm 💞 (INTP-T)

GOOD FOR YOU I ACTUALLY KNOW ALOT ABOUT MBTI!!! I'm an ENFJ-A,, people's people pretty much but I seem like an ENFP until you give me some work or anything to plan🤑

HERE'S UHHH HOW MUCH I LIKE EVERY TYPE from my perspective

ENTJ: marry me pls I love you I love you I love you

ESTJ: well once you learn how to command people more nicely I'll actually listen to you...

ESTP: your honesty is HILARIOUS,, I love you. You're definitely someone I love having around in groups

ESFP: You guys are SO FUN!! but you really need to learn how to get serious when we have work to finish...I love you🫶

ENFP: I feel comfortable everytime I'm with you guys. Maybe it's how weird you are with no shame is what makes me feel relaxed. Also it's impossible to hate y'all you guys are FUNNY 😭😭 I love you

ENTP: you guys are the biggest trolls ever. And the worst part is that it always works. I'll always get mad at you guys you make me sick....🤷‍♀️

ENFJ: WOAH. My own type....I like myself but surprisingly every other ENFJ I meet is insanely nice and I'm not so much😭 you guys seem fake at first with how nice you are but it takes a while to change my mind!!!!!

ESFJ: no idea what happens in your world...I just know you guys are like so used to following people's expectations that you never have time to do what YOU want :(( just put the fries in the bag🤦‍♀️

ISFJ: adorable you guys are ADORABLE!!! not my bsf tho she's an ISFJ and she's naturally aggressive...the only reason she's ISFJ tho is because she doesn't think much..

ISTJ: HOLY CRAP marry me you guys are so smart it's impressive. I could listen to you explain the most complex concepts all goddamn day.

ISTP: although you're my opposite type you guys are actually not that bad...I mean hey every ISTP I met matches the freak and not an emo heartless jerk

INTP: I love them but like you guys have SO much wasted potential it's crazy 😭 trust me if you just got out of bed and released these creative ideas into reality you would be at such a high point in life. Average friend

INFP: well well well...you guys surely are a lot. You're weird. I would like to study you under a microscope. HOWEVER some of you guys are actually so sensitive it hurts to watch😭😭 the ones who aren't sensitive tho are easy to get along with🙏🙏

ISFP: my problem with you guys is that you can't be trusted easily....I have several trust issues with you guys it's crazy😭😭 I don't hate you I think some of you guys are just...In need to be fixed

INFJ: AAAAAA TWIN TWIN TWIN!!! i love you 🫶🫶🫶 I have never met an INFJ that i hated. You guys are the personification of "how can U hate me I did LITERALLY nothing" LMAOO

[gab-has-adhd]

i was the last anon... omg u replied!! did not expect that tbh 😭😭 & yeah i don't *actually* hate illumi, in fact i think it'd be near impossible atp because. a) he's way too relatable + b) i adore his character, and his family and his everything bc of how complex he is. he's amazing. stunning. jaw-dropping. horrendous. terrible. terrifying. all at once & I Appreciate Him So Much (tm) for it :]

also speaking of illumi... i am so interested in kikyo. like ik a lot of people in the hxh fandom find her irritating (she is sometimes) but she's a mother too - specifically the zoldyck's mother - and i think as a character, she would have such an in-depth backstory that we haven't even gotten into yet (at least from where i'm currently at rn in the manga lmfao.. manifesting the future chapters give us more abt her bc i Need to know everything about her history in meteor city 🙏)

another thing abt ur reply - UR SO RIGHT ABT WANTING TO BEHAVE LIKE ILLUMI 🙁🙁 as someone who relates to his trauma & thought process, me and him cld not be more different fr. i am too Fiery. i get into too much Trouble for losing my temper at the Worst times. illumi tho?? he looks emotionless (even tho he's not) but i need that kind of detachedness to get around w my daily life 😭 god made me traumatized but not cold as ice How is this fair Please i need a life refund T___T

im so sorry omg i keep writing essays in these asks 🙁 anyways i also hope u have a great morning/day/evening!!! its almost 12am i need to get back to studying for exams LMAOO hope ur doing well tho (drink water bff)

Hi again anon! 🌸 thank you for sending me another ask ufufufu it's almost 5 am for me but it seems I'm going to hae a sleepless night aGAIN for some reasons gnsngmsmcj

Good luck for your exams! I sincerely hope you'll be successful <3 and please never worry about sending me essays hahaha I love it very much 💕

I agree so much with you on Kikyo! I am usually not very big on female characters for some reasons but kikyo is so cool! I need to know more about her! I like her fucked up personality though lmaooo she is a Zoldyck indeed 🙏 like yes she IS irritating but it's because she literally is the MOTHER in a FAMILY OF ASSASSINS I think at this point every Zoldyck is allowed to be irritating LOL

I truly hope Togashi will give us more about her. She's from Meteor City after all, who knows what crazy things happened to her back there! Also I desperately need to know how she met Silva and how they fell in love.

Where are you currently in the manga? Just wanna make sure I don't drop any spoiler material if you send me more asks ufufu!

ALSO OMG I FEEL YOU SO MUCH ABOUT NOT BEHAVING LIKE ILLUMI. Like sure he probably behaves like this because he was deeply traumatized but... look I have ADHD and BPD, nature wasn't very nice with me. The combination makes me extremely impulsive, extremely emotive and very easily angered. My behavior is basically an emotional rollercoaster LMAOOO I just wish I was able to keep a cold face like Illumi 😭 who knows maybe his emotions are wild in his brain but at least he's able to completely conceal them. This is a skill I would appreciate having.

Instead my traumatized dumb ass self decided to gift me the ability to hide my upset-ness until I eventually explode. Which is. A pretty unhealthy behavior LMAO but I'm working on it :)))

Who knows, maybe one day Illumi is going to explode too 😶 not saying I actually want him to explode but somehow I think I would get so emotional if it ever happend to him. Like. Illumi breaking down nervously and. IDK crying maybe. This sounds wildly out of character but wow...

[fairyoftbz]

it's never too late... | b. jacob

🏀 pairing: crush! basketball player! jacob x fem!reader 🏀 genre: high school!au, fluff, (sort of) strangers/acquaintances-to-lovers 🏀 word count: 5.2k 🏀 tw: very cliché 😳 and it goes kinda fast lmaoo 🏀 a/n: lisa I'm sorry I took this long to do your request, but I hope you'll like it nonetheless!! ALSO: to my fellow Americans, here football = soccer!! 🏀 requested: yes! thank you lisa!! @skrtbabe

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You had waited for this time since the beginning of your academic journey there. Graduating from high school was two months away, and it felt just as exciting as weird.

It felt like you had started your first year last week, but the amount of work and time spent in those dull buildings makes you feel like you’ve been there for at least five years.

It was exhausting to attend classes and see the same people every single day of the year, with repetitive subjects, annoying or cool teachers depending on your luck and everything that followed. The homework, the assignments, the small -or not so small- fights between classes or groups of people, you were praying that university wouldn’t sound like that.

However, at the same time, you were almost starting to feel nostalgic for this time. The last years where you could remain a bit silly before entering the adult world, being in your last teen years with people that you appreciated and met there. You chose to do this before letting them go and live your own lives, memories that will disappear if you don’t cherish them enough.

So, with Soyeon, your best friend, you decided to enjoy the time that you had left to do things together while still studying and revising for the exams, which was sometimes not easy to do. Yes, you shared classes, but personal and private activities sometimes came in the way and prevented you from hanging out.

“It’s life after all,” she said one night over the phone as you shared your opinion on this topic, “it’s good that we can be together almost 24/7, but sometimes, things don’t allow us to be together. It might be for the best, we never know,” she said, trying to be positive no matter the situation she was in, but you knew her well. As much as she wants to appear strong, you had found her many times crying on her own. But it was her personality, and no matter how hard you tried to change her, what's bred in the bone comes out in the flesh.

Soyeon wasn’t your only friend, you were getting along well with most of your girl classmates, as well as the boys that weren’t suffocating under the number of pick-me-girls that were populating your school and your class.

Sadly for you, you’ve been eyeing the most popular (and prettiest) boy in your whole school since you crossed gaze with him at the very beginning of your first year there. Jacob, your crush, was also the star basketball player of your school, and constantly surrounded and attracting cheerleaders or rich, random, good-looking girls, which had a knack for getting on your nerves. He was always spending time together with his pals and teammates, but other people as well. Everyone wanted to be his friend because you know, he had a promising career ahead of him, so it was always nice to be friends with a potential future celebrity.

As defeated as you were, there was still a small voice in your head telling you to do something before he left to go back to his home country, South Korea, where he had a career already planned and traced out.

You were confused as it was almost impossible for you to get a chance with him since you were not one of those girls and you simply couldn’t compete against them, but Soyeon and her boyfriend Sunwoo were always there to praise you and reassure you about your potential chances of dating him. Never convinced by your friends’ words, you had tried many times to get him out of your head and focus on someone else, but it never worked. Everything came back to him. He was unique and oh so nice, everything reminded you of him, and it was sickening at this point.

“He won't get out of my head, it’s getting on my nerves,” you shared your thoughts to your best friend as you braced your head in your hands, slapping your cheeks as if it were going to change anything and help you throw Jacob out of your brain.

“Why do I keep this stupid boy in my head when I know I don’t stand a single chance against those girls,” you slapped your cheeks harder and whined as Soyeon’s hand landed on your wrist.

“Y/N, stop your nonsense. You are perfect, you don’t need to change anything for him!”

“It’s easier said than done, you pulled the football star player!” you exclaimed, and she rolled her eyes, shifting closer to whisper.

“He pulled me because he knew that I am pretty, and that wouldn’t change a single thing for him. If he’s not happy with who I am, he can leave,” she shrugs, signalling you to do the same if you dated Jacob.

Sunwoo was also among the popular boys, but your friend remained the same, not even trying to fit in with the popular girls. She claimed that Sunwoo fell in love with her for her true self, so she didn’t see the point of changing to please other people. And you wished you had her confidence and her strength, admiring her for not changing anything about herself to please others.

Back to the present.

You felt stuck, desperately in love with an unapproachable boy who was too popular and way out of your league to be lucky to have his eyes sparing you any sort of attention. Even if he was a sweet young man, he was always surrounded by popular people, who were trying to hook up or use him for his school fame and sharp features.

One day, while studying with your best friend at the library, Sunwoo and one of his friends, Hyunjae, the football captain, burst into the library and come not so quietly to your table.

“For the love of God, can you both be quiet for once?” Soyeon whispered-yelled but her voice got toned down by Sunwoo vividly pressing his lips on hers, an arm wrapping around her shoulders. Hyunjae laughed but quickly gagged as they didn’t stop the kiss as quickly as the captain wished.

“Gosh, please, get a room,” he mumbled before hugging you, your knee resting against his as his arms pressed you against his chest.

Your friendship with Hyunjae felt more like siblings, he was genuinely nice and caring with you, making sure that you were okay and that you had enough of everything before allowing you to go home. Despite all the teasing and a few rumours going around school, you were not dating and didn’t have any romantic feelings for each other. He simply checked that you had an older brother figure since you were the first-born child, and it felt relieving.

The thing you did not know was that Jacob and a few of his basketball teammates, Juyeon, Eric and Younghoon, were a few tables away from yours, your back facing them, the future star looking at you and Hyunjae from the corner of his eyes. He nodded at his friend at your table, who gave him a wink as an answer, Jacob’s eyes burning holes into your back as Hyunjae was close to you. Too close to you for the basketball player not to feel something churn in his stomach.

Two long, manicured fingers snapped in front of his eyes to get him out of his reverie, lazily looking at the girl that sat across from him, who he was supposed to get help from.

“Jacob please, pay attention to meeeeee,” she whined and pouted, giving him puppy eyes that he couldn’t give a single fuck about, too busy in his mind to hear what she had to say.

She had volunteered to help him study History, but she wasn’t any better, probably worse than he was. It was already the third time Juyeon corrected her basic knowledge without being an expert himself, not even caring about the death glares she kept sending him. It only made him smirk as he knew it irked her dearly yet amused the rest of the table a lot.

They all sighed as she finally took the hint and left their table, Jacob bitterly chuckling as Hyunjae rolled his eyes when she walked past your table, his demeanour making you laugh.

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“Bro, do you think I should ask Y/N for help? Isn’t that a bit… lame?” Jacob sat on one of the soccer balls, hands joined and panting as Sunwoo practised his dribbling skills before shooting the ball in the cages, aiming for the up-right corner. He trotted to his friend and collapsed on the grass next to him, the last rays of sunshine offering his skin a wonderful, honey glow. He ruffled his hair after plopping down, checking his phone for any message before answering.

“If you need help, you shouldn’t be afraid to ask her. I mean, she’s super smart in every subject, but she’s just the boss in History. Her presentations are always golden, and she explains things a lot better than some of the teachers.”

“I got Smith as a teacher,” the basketball player grimaced, his left hand holding his right wrist as his gaze wandered in the grass.

“We’ve got Antal, and I can tell you that she’s always mad when Y/N does a presentation because they honestly just sound better than her lessons,” Sunwoo chuckled as Jacob pondered his friend’s words, the gears of his mind working at full speed.

How is he going to be able to approach you and get to talk to you?

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“Bestie, no. I swear I saw that in the other book,” you said as you found yourself back in the library the following week, bending over the table to grab the book your best friend was resting hers on. You started flipping some pages when a loud, masculine chortle followed by some whispers of annoyance drawing your attention.

“Hi, babe! Hi Hyunj- Oh hi Jacob!” your neck almost snapped as you abruptly lifted your head up at the mention of your crush’s name, a small, embarrassed smile making its way on your mouth. You were a bit sad that your brother best friend was not here with Sunwoo, but you weren’t going to complain to have your crush instead.

“Can I sit here?” the basketball player asked in a soft voice while pointing at the empty spot next to you, making you quickly nod and gather your stuff to make him some space.

You resumed searching for the precious paragraph you were searching for your project as if it were nothing, trying to ignore your stammering heart in your chest and the couple eating each other's mouths. The only thing you hoped was that Jacob couldn’t hear the loud, irregular beats in your ribcage because it would give in your attraction to him.

“Hum, Y/N?” the voice next to you made you flinch, surprised that he knew your name and that he said it aloud.

“Y-Yes?” you said, cursing in your head as you stuttered.

“I heard that you were the Ace when it came to History,” Jacob started, and you couldn’t look at him in the eyes, fire spreading in your chest up to your face.

“I can’t really say that I’m the Ace, but I really love that subject, so yeah I have some… knowledge,” words tripped over your tongue, and your best friend pulled away from Sunwoo and scoffed.

“Some knowledge? Are you kidding?” she said, Sunwoo placing a hand on her mouth as she was louder than intended. She removed his palm and furrowed her brows at him, before turning her head back at you with the same angry expression.

“She knows so fucking much that Antal hates her because she feels humiliated compared to Y/N. So let me tell you one thing, Cobbie, if you need help, you’ve come to the right person. Y/N is just a living encyclopaedia,” your best friend proudly smirked as you glowered at her, Sunwoo chuckling at his girlfriend’s behaviour before immediately stopping.

“Wait, did you call him Cobbie? How come you call him like that when I get nothing other than babe or baby?” Sunwoo argued while pouting, and your best friend sighed, ruffling his hair before pressing her lips against his one more time, making you slightly grimace as envy flooded your veins.

You sighed and dared to look at Jacob, who was reading the beginning of your essay written on your computer, leaving Sunwoo and your best friend bicker like the cute couple they were.

“Do you have this project too?” you asked, and he shook his head, eyes remaining glued on the computer screen.

“It’s so interesting what you wrote, I like your way of writing and explaining stuff,” he offered a small smile as he looked at you, clearing his throat. For someone that was super popular and constantly surrounded by friends or people at parties, he behaved and sounded quite like an introvert.

“W-Well, thank you,” you said with a smile and turned your head to the side for a second, taking a deep breath before looking back at him, opening a new tab on your computer after he gestured to you that he was done reading.

“What do you need help with?”

╰☆╮

You were astonished at how quick-minded Jacob was. Behind his fit, muscular appearance and obsession with basketball, he had the soul of a thinker and grasped the knowledge of historical concepts quite easily and rapidly. He just wasn’t good with the way Smith was teaching, the method not suiting him.

“You retain things well for someone who hates History,” you joked, and he shyly smiled, scratching his neck. His smile looked gorgeous, and you were pleasantly surprised at how much of a genuine person he was.

“Well, History is not my cup of tea, but it might be a bit more thanks to you,” he said, and you tried to stifle a smile, thankful that your best friend was no longer sitting across from you because she wouldn’t have let you two live.

“It’s nothing. You can come back to me if you need help, I really don’t mind. I actually like explaining things,” you said, and he nodded, clicking your pen close before placing it in your pouch.

“Thank you, really. Sunwoo was actually the one that told me about you, so I have to thank him as well,” you stood up and slowly started to pack your stuff, shutting down your computer with a smile.

“I’m glad he did so, I just hope it was positive,” you giggled, and he quickly joined you, twirling his pen in between his fingers as he cleared his throat.

“You know, it’s Sunwoo. It can only be nice and positive,” you genuinely smiled at him and fall in silence, throwing glances at each other from time to time as the conversation was slowly starting to die down.

“And... How’s basketball going by the way? Is everything going well?” you asked, and his heart skipped a beat at your question as it took him off guard.

“I-It’s going pretty well, I’m excited to finish high school to be able to focus on basketball. I’m gonna have to take some of my last finals in South Korea because the season and the training start pretty early in Summer so…” his voice trailed as his eyes widened, a hand slapping his mouth as you both stood up.

“What?” you quizzed, confused by his sudden change of behaviour.

“I… was meant to keep this a secret,” his voice trailed, the end of his sentence falling in a whisper as he started panicking. “Can we pretend you didn’t hear what I said?” he asked as you placed your bag strap on your shoulder, taking your sweater before pushing the chair against the table.

“Said what?” you replied with a smile, and Jacob sighed in relief, somehow feeling like his secret was safe with you, even if you’ve talked to him for the first time at the beginning of the afternoon.

╰☆╮

The rest of the month rolled off smoothly, yet the stress and the revisions became more intense as the days went by. You didn’t hear anything back from Jacob, but you’ve caught him staring at you a few times, offering him an awkward wave and a smile as not to get noticed by some of his “fan girls”, as they called themselves.

You still had a whole month left before finals, and you felt blessed as summer decided to start a bit earlier this year. It was only the beginning of May, but you were already able to wear shorts and dresses. It felt good to see the blue sky and being surrounded by the warmth of the sun hitting your exposed skin after the cold, lonely winter and spring you’ve just got out of. Everything looked prettier and warmer, and it did nothing but make you happier and brighter, despite the stress of the finals piling up on your shoulders.

So, to get rid of this pressure, you decided to leave town with Hyunjae and let him drive to one of the lakes that surrounded your town, knowing that the beach and parks would get crowded in no time. It was a place that you used to go to with your parents when you were still a child, memories that you shared with your friend coming back flooding in your mind.

Hyunjae and his family tagged along to give you some company and take care of you as your parents were busy looking after your newborn twin sisters, Hyunjae and his younger brother acting like elder siblings to you.

After driving for a few dozens of minutes, you settled your stuff in the shade, right under a weeping willow that offered you freshness throughout the entire day. Your best friend napped almost the entire time you were there, hand lingering on his abs while the other plucked out some grass until he dozed off, trying to store as many hours of rest as possible before finals. By his side was you, reading a book and enjoying the chilly water to cool down from the hot temperatures of early Summer, playfully nudging the young man next to you each time he was starting to snore.

It’s near the middle of the afternoon that you heard another car pulling up near the lake, a bunch of excited teenagers coming out of a van. You didn’t pay much attention to them, only sighing as your peace was about to get ruined, their screams when they jumped in the water woke your best friend up.

He abruptly sat up next to you and rubbed his eyes, some sleeping marks lingering on his face, making you giggle. Being the short-sighted idiot that he was, he squinted to try and recognise some people, but he didn’t have to.

A young woman screamed and started jumping up and down, waving her arms above her head in your direction, hearing her scream something towards you.

You looked at each other with Hyunjae, confusion painted on your faces, hearing your phone buzz in your small bag hidden by your folded clothes.

“Hello?” you said as Hyunjae’s phone started vibrating too, picking up the call as well.

“Y/N, it’s us! We’re on the opposite side of the lake! Come and join us!” you heard your best friend yell in your ear, hearing her as well through Hyunjae’s phone, who picked up a call from her boyfriend.

“Okay, we’re coming!” you excitingly said as you hung up, waving at your best friend from your spot as you started packing your stuff to get back in the car and meet up with your friends.

Your best friend excitingly jumped in your arms as soon as you got out of the car,

“Tt’s crazy how we’re so connected! Did you also think that the beach would be crowded?” she asked, and you nodded with a smile, happy to see her this joyful to see you.

The inseparable duo was here, as well as Younghoon, Jacob, Eric, Juyeon and Sangyeon, the striker of the football team. They all engulfed you in a tight hug, Jacob staying in the background the entire time.

“Hi Jacob!” you brightly said and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him close. “Hi Y/N,” his answer vibrated in his chest and had repercussions in yours, sending your heart flying in your ribcage.

You looked so good being this carefree, it was thankfully a sight that he managed to imprint in his mind despite the shortness of the moment. Being surrounded by all your friends felt so good that you forgot to be awkward and worry about the stupidest things, and Jacob adored seeing you this natural and smiling in the company of your friends. He was a bit sad that he wasn’t fully the reason for your smile though, but he still managed to enjoy the rest of the day with you and your mutual friends, whether you were on the ground or in the water.

Sangyeon, Younghoon and Juyeon copied Hyunjae and joined him in a restoring nap, while Eric, Sunwoo, Jacob, Soyeon and you played different games in the water, improvising a volleyball match with an imaginary net and the ball Sunwoo took with him as the volleyball, but it did the job. It was just a bit hurtful for the liberos since it wasn’t as soft and bouncy as a volleyball, but the joy of the moment allowed any type of pain to become bearable.

The evening eventually started to settle in, and you all got out of the water, drying yourselves before deciding to spend a part of the night here. You helped Sangyeon build a bonfire in the safe area by bringing some different branches, the eldest placing them correctly before lighting them with his pocket lighter.

“Hyung! I didn’t know you were a boy-scout,” Sunwoo exclaimed and made everyone laughed as you all were sliding some marshmallows on a stick, Sangyeon smiling with modesty at everyone.

“Ya, don’t say this,” Sangyeon mumbled, and you smile, rubbing his upper back as he sat down next to you, thanking him when you handed him over his marshmallow stick.

“Oh no! Mine burnt,” Soyeon pouted when she retrieved her snack from the flames, and her boyfriend was quick to give her his sweets, Eric cooing at the gesture of affection.

“Give it to me, I like them burnt,” he mumbled as he bit in the fluffy texture, immediately regretting it as it was boiling. His girlfriend handed him water as he stood up, bouncing up and down to try and reduce what felt like flames in his mouth.

“Oh my, thanks babe,” he muttered with his mouth stuffed when he gulped down everything with a pained expression on his face. Eric’s eyes filled with boredom locked into yours and you both chuckled, your friend shaking his head.

“When is it gonna be my turn,” he huffed and Sunwoo hit him playfully in the back as you all laughed around the bonfire, relating to your friend.

“When you’ll stop being obsessed with football and mango juice,” Eric grunted and folded his arms over his chest as Sangyeon called him out, making you coo and playfully run to him, holding him against you as he fake-cried on your chest while everyone was laughing at him.

Except for Jacob, who only offered a weak smile, but you didn’t catch it, too busy having fun and being light-hearted with your friends.

After your stomachs were filled with sweets and soda, Sunwoo pulled out his guitar and strummed a soft melody until some became heavy-eyed or fell asleep against the other, his girlfriend succumbing to his musical talents first. Jacob looked exhausted as well but forced his eyes open, finding him even hotter with hooded eyelids and his hair slightly curling with the humidity of the air and the lake water.

When it was time to go home, Hyunjae, as well as Younghoon, Sunwoo, Soyeon and Eric decided to jump into Hyunjae’s car to go to the beach, feeling the urge and the thrill of going skinny-dipping. On the other hand, you and the rest of the boys were too exhausted and modest to do this, only wanting to go home and get some good rest.

Just like they had arrived, Sangyeon was behind the wheel while the rest was either next to him or in the back seat. And you didn’t know how it happened, but you got stuck between the window and Jacob, who was struggling to keep his eyes open.

“You good?” you asked, and he turned his head towards you before offering you a tired yet sweet smile, moving his head up and down.

“I'm just exhausted, tonight was simply amazing,” he mumbled, and you expressed your agreement by a happy hum and a nod, bringing your attention to your eldest friend.

“Are you sure you’re awake enough to drive?” you enquired on the current situation and Sangyeon looks at you through the inner rear-view mirror, eyes forming two crescent moons as he smiled.

“I just jumped in the water, I’m nothing but awake,” he clapped in his hands to motivate himself and started the engine, your best friend’s car already gone.

Jacob rested his head against the headrest and closed his eyes, his head rolling to the side each time Sangyeon took a turn. You settled yourself on the window and let the vibrations of the car lull you to sleep, the small talk that Sangyeon and Juyeon were having in the front seats acted like a background noise, which helped you dozing off.

However, when the car pulled up in front of your house, they didn’t expect you to have your head resting against Jacob’s shoulder, his hand on your knee. The two men smiled at each other before Sangyeon got out of the vehicle, drawing the door open. As he was about to carry you to your doorstep, Jacob’s arm was quick to wrap itself around your waist, keeping you close to him.

You woke up confused, blinking a few times as you saw the striker standing next to you with a wide smile on his face. He removed a limb around your body, and you felt someone groan under your right shoulder, noticing in dread that you snuggled up to Jacob for some warmth in your sleep.

“You gotta go before the beast wakes up,” Sangyeon joked and winked as he helped you get out of the car, closing the door behind you. It opened again a few seconds later, Jacob looking just as confused as you were.

“Come on, lovebirds, we don’t have the night.”

“Lovebirds?” Jacob and you asked in unison, the basketball player rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. He jumped out of the van and gestured to Sangyeon to get back in.

“You can go, I live just around the corner,” he drowsily said as he vaguely gestured behind him.

“You sure? Your house is on my way back home, I can drop you off,” Sangyeon suggested but he refused, offering a handshake to the striker before letting him go.

Being more awake now, you waved at your friends driving away before turning to your crush, who looked even more adorable as he was super sleepy and just woke up.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay? You look really tired,” you asked, voice still laced with sleep yet sounding caring, which made Jacob’s heartbeat fasten. He nodded and weakly smiled, taking a step closer to you. His attitude was a bolt from the blue as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to him, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“You felt so warm during the ride, it’s almost like I could get used to this,” he tiredly said with a smile, gently pulling away to stare at you, his fingers leaving your back to come and slide a wild piece of hair behind your ear. Your whole body stiffened at his words as he stared at you in the eyes, noticing a small, washed-out smirk plastered on his face.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit... late to start something with someone? I mean, we have finals and then y-you’re le-leaving for South Korea and-” you started stammering as his thumb gently stroked your cheek, loving watching you lose your composure at his display of affection.

“It’s never too late when you love someone,” he whispered, feeling his warm breath tickling your lips in such a delicious manner that you have to resist the urge to move forward and press your lips against his.

His words punched the air out of your lungs, leaving you breathless as he kissed your cheek, mouth slowly moving to the side until it reached your lips. The kiss was soft yet a bit on the rougher side as if he wanted you to understand every feeling he had for you. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and you kissed him harder, deeper, his hands on your lower back pulling you flush against him.

You had dreamt, wondered about what it was like kissing Jacob, but it never felt as good as you were experiencing it now. Fireworks and butterflies were erupting in your stomach, leaving you dizzy with love and passion as one of his hands came and cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb gently caressing the skin.

Once you pulled away for oxygen, you held onto his shoulders for your dear life and he chuckled, his mouth slowly travelling down to your neck.

“I-I think my… my- oh my god, my parents will worry,” you gently pushed him away and he stared at you with a smile before diving in to capture your lips in another soft kiss.

“I'm only letting you go if you're free tomorrow. Let's put that off to tomorrow, shall we?” he asked, and your eyes widened at his suggestion.

“We can go back to the lake if you want, but only if we’re alone,” he said, his hand caressing your cheek while the other was busy stroking your upper back up and down.

“I want to enjoy this with you and you only,” he added, mumbling against your mouth and this time, you’re the one pulling him for a kiss.

“Come and pick me up at 10, then,” you said as you pulled away.

“I’ll be there, I promise,” he answered and started walking towards your house, closing the front gate behind you, waving at him with a smile.

He sent you a flying kiss with a smile and you waved at him one last time before closing the main door of your house behind you, both sighing with a huge smile and warmth painted on your faces.

You peeled the clothes off your skin and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower, shaking your head left to right while chuckling as you recalled what just happened in your last month of high school.

Nothing was making sense, you didn’t know how you got there, but you were happy.

And that’s what mattered the most.

[ceruleanmage]

Hi!!! So if we're talking about re-main, do you have any theories? Which character do you think will be your favorite, which ones are going to be shipped together, etc... Grant us your wisdom ✨

Sorry I’m getting to this so late!

I’ll admit I haven’t studied into the characters as much as some others have, so my possible wisdom may barely scratch the surface

I shall try my best!

(This is a long post. Sorry about that hdjsksk)

Theories

The only plot theory I have mainly surrounds Minato, our MC. (That feels like a Captain Obvious statement but what I mean is that I don’t know how the whole cast will play in jdksksk)

First off, from the trailer and from the character description, we know that Minato had some kind of incident involving water polo, and given that he was shown in a hospital bed, whatever happened was pretty serious.

In the shot in the trailer, he’s blocked by who I assume are his family and friends/old teammates, so we don’t get to see if he’s sporting some visible injury. But whatever it was, he swore to never play water polo again.

But in the next few shots, we see him with his past team, and he’s ripped as hell. Then the next scene shows him standing in front of a mirror, and it seems like he lost a lot of muscle definition.

I have two theories as to what may have happened (and watch both be wrong lmaooo)

1. He broke a bone and needed surgery to fix it, so that’s why we see him waking up in a hospital. (Because most people don’t go to the hospital for broken bones, you know? Unless it was life threatening or impossible to fix without surgery. This is why I have a second theory, but I’ll get there). As a result of his injury, he had to quit the sport. He vowed to never play it again, so I assume this particular incident haunts him.

2. This one may be WAY off and I have a penchant for bringing in angst, so be ready for that. My second theory is that maybe he nearly drowned while playing the sport in his past. Woah Dramatic I Know but it was my first thought since he’s shown in the hospital. Countering the other theory, most people don’t go to the hospital for a broken bone—and I don’t think your whole family and close friends would be there when you come to.

I think whatever it was possibly put him in a coma, whether it’s some serious injury or losing consciousness underwater. Either of those is enough to make someone reluctant to play the sport again, and avoiding it for a long time will surely cause one to lose muscle mass.

Maybe he developed some kind of fear of water? Though if this is the case, it probably gets resolved pretty early into the season, but I have a feeling whatever this incident is will haunt us again when we get towards the final episodes. Bakuten style.

Now, I have another thing to bring up.

Kawakubo Chinu, the one girl in the trailer, knows about Minato’s past.

Either she was there when it happened or she heard about it/learned about it from one of the other characters, possibly Eitarou since he also knows about Minato’s past.

I assume she’s their age, and even though she’s famous she probably stays with the team a lot. Perhaps she’ll help them train, or she’ll help Minato overcome his past incident.

Favorite Characters

From the brief descriptions we had, I think I’ll have three possible favorite characters.

One is the one kid who admires Minato—Eitarou. See this kid looked so bright and happy and Babey. He’s gonna be like Futaba I just know it. *gently holds*

Another possible favorite will be that one who’s super withdrawn from others, I think his name was Yoshiharu. Idk I just tend to gravitate towards these characters. Kin material methinks /hj

And, the character who will be my all time favorite for the rest of time — drum roll please — Kameyoshi!!!! How could I not. Our beloved tortoise deserves the world. I’ve only had Kameyoshi for a day and a half but if anything happens to him I’ll kill everyone in this room and then myself

Shipping

Shipping is scary to talk about before a show starts but I do have a couple guesses as to who I and many others will probably ship

The first guess is Minato and Eitarou, since Eitarou admires Minato. (Reminds me of Misato and Futaba, and it’s a dynamic I love and can personally relate to hdksks)

Another ship I can see happening is Minato and Jou, since it seems like Minato, Jou, and Eitarou will be the main trio. Jou (and Eitarou) convinces Minato to join the sport again so I can see where people (and possibly myself) will be like !!!! SHIP !!! (Valid, by the way)

(And who needs love triangles when there’s an easy answer? Can’t decide between those two? No problem! All three are in love Thanks For Coming To My Ted Talk) /lh

We also have the one (1) girl character, so I desperately hope she won’t be there just to be ogled at by the boys yknow? Anyway, there will probably be a ship or two people might like her to be in, but since we don’t have a description on her other than that she knows Minato’s past and is famous, imma hold off on possibly guessing who she’ll be shipped with. (Me. She’ll be shipped with me. Kawakubo Chinu I ask for your hand in marriage)

That’s really all I can guess so far! Again I haven’t studied the characters much, but I did rewatch the trailer a bunch of times lmaoo.

The trailer doesn’t give much, or anything really, in the way of rival teams, so I’m not sure how that plays into to the plot or even Minato’s past.

If you read all this, 1) thanks 2) I’m so sorry jdjsns this was a lot

Anyway this is probably very far off the mark so take my theories with a grain of salt!

[jokerownsmysoul]

kindred spirits

Headcanons: how Arthur behaves with animals and the way he loves them

Warnings: mention of mental illness (just one sentence though)

Word count: 1662

A/N: Arthur x animals makes me so soooft <333 I was so inspired that I wrote it right away so I hope it's not that bad lmaoo

Tag list: @arthurflecksgirl

A/N: english isn’t my first language so I apologize for any typos, I’m still learning.

Arthur is a animal loving and pet friendly.

He is one of those people who wouldn’t kill any living being for anything in the world, not even bugs, contrary to what many people would do. He would think that they don’t deserve to suffer.

He would love every living being and he wouldn’t try to kill them because he knows what it’s like to feel pain, therefore he would take care literally of each of them.

He knows what it’s like to be hurt for no reason, just because he was born in a certain way and with a certain less lucky appearance than others. He knows how it feels to be trampled without guilt, just because people are scared of him, they don’t want to understand him and the only think that they can do is to see him as a freak, unaware of that he didn’t ask to be born like that, he didn’t ask to suffer or struggle with a mental illness. He knows how it feels to be shunned for being born in a way everyone finds repulsive, to live in a skin that was only given to him and by which he cannot free himself, just like everyone else.

He knows what it’s like because people don’t try to understand him better. If they did, if they only tried to tiptoe into his mind and listen to his thoughts and stop moving away from him, they would discover that inside this emaciated skin and under his unregulated walk and his feet heavy as rocks there is a magical universe waiting for nothing but to be able to spread its magic in the world.

He doesn’t know the dynamics of a relationship, but he knows the art of loving. He loves naturally and genuinely.

He loves in an innate way and therefore he would love animals equally without distinction, without concern for the species, just like he’d love every human being no matter their race, ethnicity, age or their skin color, like a child who gets along with everyone.

As obvious and corny as it is to say it, he would be one of those people who love animals more than they could ever love people. 

Before you no one has ever loved him, not even his mother has ever treated him as he deserves, so you would be the only person in the world to be able to savor the taste of his love, which he’d like to give only to you in its wholeness.

On days when he feels so lonely, he would find solace in the stray animals he would encounter on his way home.

Every time he comes across a stray cat hiding behind a dumpster, he recognizes himself in this small kitten whose body is too thin, weak, unloved, left in a dispersed alley of a cruel city, just like it happens to him when he gets beaten and a bunch of kids leave him bleeding to the ground on one of those dark, scary streets, on the same dispersed alley inhabited by this unlucky stray cat.

If he met a starving puppy along the way the tiredness he’d feel under his skin and up to the bones after a day of work would be totally forgotten. Instead, he’d go to the nearest store, he’d buy some food to feed the puppy and give him the care and the energy this cat deserves and needs, knowing that in a cruel city like Gotham no one gave him food until then and, truth be told, no one would ever be concerned in anything beyond their ego, let alone paying attention to a puppy walking down an anonymous street and lifeless; the same lack of life of this puppy would be reflected in his own life.

It’s because of these scenarios that he would think animals are more like him than he’d ever imagine, and in these moments when he feels so alone in need of some kind of warmth, he would find comfort in their soft and unloved bodies, which need love and care, a home to feel happy and a warm meal. He would see all this in their lives and recognize himself in each of them as if each puppy and each species were a mirror that reflects all the cruelty of a world that hurts not only people like him, but also innocent animals.

He would take care of every animal and never hurt them.

If he saw a spider in the house, instead of killing him as many people would, he would put it on a piece of paper and take it out of the apartment, back to the nature. If he got bitten by a mosquito he would open the windows, waiting for it to leave the house by itself. If he saw a mouse in the kitchen he'd never kill it, he'd take it out the apartment gently. He knows that this little mouse is innocent and scared of him just like he’s scared of the world.

He’d love to hold ladybugs on his hand, allowing them to trace his fingers with their little, tiny, breakable legs, inspecting his skin and let them to tickle his calloused fingers. He wouldn’t chase them away,instead, he’d wait for them to fly away by themselves. He would observe their colors illuminated by sunlight, he would study their moves to understand how they behave and learn their language better.

He would be very curious and he would love to understand how animals communicate with each other, he would love to spend his time looking at bugs or any kind of animal for hours without ever getting tired, he would like to know as much as possible this part of the world of which we know so little.

By understanding their language he himself would feel better understood. Seeing that it’s possible for a person to understand the language of an animal species would bring him the hope that, perhaps, is not impossible for him to run into a person who would have the desire to understand him as he wants to understand animals, and who actually could understand him.

He wouldn’t be uncomfortable noticing a bug walking on his clothes. He would feel honored, actually, at the thought that a bug chose his own clothes on which to walk, that a bug chose him over others. He’s so deprived of affection that even the simplest gesture of such a small living being would make him happy and would make him feel seen and wanted.

He would love the natural, carefree and instinctive way animals love each other and every human, even those who harm them.

He would smile every time he hears a bird singing because birds have music inside their soul just like him.

In fact, whenever he hears the song of a bird he would love to dance with in the background the slight chirping of a bird leaning against the window of the living room, or the remote singing of a swallow which at that moment is crossing his way home scattering this sweet melody inside each apartment.

No one would notice the little bird walking through these apartments, no one except Arthur. He would be fascinated by the thought that a swallow knows the right time to go away, living a place to go back home. He would be fascinated to know where this swallow is headed and he would also feel even a bit of envy thinking that this swallow is lucky enough to leave a city so cruel where there is no place for the sweet singing of a bird.

He would daydream of being himself a bird and being able to go away, somewhere far away in search of his one and only person, having the chance to fly light in a sky that was his safe haven when, as a child, he raised his eyes and looked at the clouds to defeat the pain inside him. He would daydream of hovering in the air and seeing the city from above, feeling disconnected from every chain, and probably seen from up there Gotham would look even less cruel.

With his head turned upwards and his eyes extended towards the sky he’d wonder where he would go if only he had wings. 

A smile would paint his face when the thought of going to California would make room in the depths of his mind, warming his heart and erasing the frost he feels every time no one shows him kindness, where he gets more and more aware that Gotham is a city to run away from and never come back.

If only he had wings he would go to California, sharing its beaches and magical landscapes with the love of his life, sitting on the seashore telling each other’s dreams and hopes, the ones Gotham buried in the slums of its dark streets. 

But they can now be unearthed in a place where everything seems to be possible, where there are no chains anymore corroding his ankles or cruelty ripping his wings off, preventing him from taking flight.

Yeah, he’d definitely go to California. 

With you, or in search of you.

He would love to dance to the rhythm of the song of a bird twirling in every space of the apartment, pretending that his arms, twirling in the sparkling air of a place he wants to forget, are the wings he has always dreamed of having; taking flight to the discovery of love and of his one and only person, whom existence he knows exists somewhere and really wants to find.

But after he finds you he would know he’s always had wings, he only needed your love to be able to unfold them in their feathery majesty and finally, finally, to be able to fly with you, like two swallows in a flock that even if two distinct soul fly together, side by side.

[subtleish]

”wanna make an easy $20?” // JOHN MURPHY COLLEGE AU (1/2)

request: please could i request a modern murphy imagine where you’re in the same classes in college and he likes you and you offer to help him study for some up coming tests, so later you go back to his apartment and he ends up taking you out for something to eat and confessing his feelings? - @10blurredsmoke10

warnings: a few mentions of sexy acts + a few rude words but nothing major

A/N: i hope this is okay! i tried to fit everything in n hopefully it’s not too long lmaoo :’) enjoy ! (this BEAUTIFUL gif is by @richard-harmon-gifs)

“hey, princess.” you felt yourself slouch as you drag your eyes to the figure that’s leaning next to your locker.

“murphy.” you say, giving him an unimpressed look, tilting your head slightly

“you wanna make an easy $20?” he asks smoothly with a raised eyebrow, smirking

you let out an obvious fake laugh and close your locker, holding your english textbook close to your chest. “if you’re asking me for a blowjob, murphy, while i’m very flattered, a) i’m worth more than $20, and b) no.” you shut him down quickly and turn away, beginning to make your way down the corridor. 

“feisty, i like that,” he grins, effortlessly catching up with you. “and i mean i was more going along the lines of ‘help me understand the chemical structure of an atom’ but yeah sure we can do that instead” he shrugs. you pause instantly, turning to look up at him. 

“wait, did the john murphy just ask me for help?” you raise an eyebrow, a proud smirk making its way across your face

he grunts, not liking how you’ve got him in a corner “please y/n, i’m way behind”

you re-adjust your text book in your hands and sigh. you were going to do it of course, you and murphy were in practically every class together and it’d just be wrong to say no, but you wanted something in return “what’s in it for me?”

“$20?”

“murphy we both know damn well i’m not getting that $20″

he smiles slightly to himself and thinks for a moment, looking around the narrow corridor that you both were currently standing in “milkshake?” he gives an awkward grin

you look him up and down silently and nod “you’ve got yourself a deal, murphy. but you’re not getting a blowjob.”

———–

you were currently sitting in murphy’s apartment, both your science textbooks and notes sprayed out along the stump coffee table that sits in the middle of murphy’s front room. you’re sitting, cross-legged on one side of the table while murphy’s laying down on the floor on the other side of the table, rambling about his roommate

“i mean fancy leaving your crusty pants on the floor? that’s fucking fou-”

“john, as much as i’m enjoying this,” you start, interrupting his rant, “this isn’t the chemical structure of an atom.” you grin, moving yourself so you too are laying on the floor. you turn your head and look at him through the gap between the floor and the bottom of the table.

he sighs and moves a stray piece of hair out of his face “we’ve been doing this for two hours” he notes, looking at the clock on the wall

“murphy you’ve written five words”

“two hours is two hours, y/n”

you raise your eyebrows and turn your head to look at the off white celling. “murphy,”

“yeah?”

“do you actually enjoy being around anybody?” you laugh, knowing that he hates literally everyone. he never fails to come up with an excuse as to why he hates certain people.

“only you, princess”

you find yourself smiling and quickly stop yourself “i damn hope so.”

there’s a few moments of silence. you could call it awkward, but it was more contemplating on what one another had said.

he looks over at you “you fancy that milkshake?”

“fuck yeah”

———-

your stomach growls as you wrap your arms tighter around your body, your thin jumper not doing a whole lot to battle off the cold. murphy looks down at you and chuckles, “cold, sweetheart?” 

“i’m fine, john.” you scowl, not letting him tease you

“i’ve told you a million times not to call me that” he tells you as he wraps his own jacket around your arms

“i don’t need this murphy,” you start, shaking it off your shoulders 

“yes you do. you’re freezing. now take it and shut up” 

“thanks” you say after a while, zipping up the jacket and rolling the sleeves up so you could actually use your hands to open the door into the shop in front of you. you breathe in the mixed scent of different foods and turn around to grin at murphy.

he chuckles at your excited expression while leading you both over to an empty booth. you sit down opposite him and look around. it’s a retro-like place and it was one of your favourites. you often went here with clarke and raven to catch up. you turn your attention back to murphy and raise an eyebrow when you see him looking at you “something you like?” you joke, wiggling your eyebrows

he laughs it off, shaking his head slightly as he looks at the menu “let me guess, an oreo milkshake with extra cream and fries?” he says, not even bothering to look up at your confused face

“how do you kn-”

“you told me once in class” he replies before you’ve even finished your sentence. it seemed murphy actually paid attention to your in class rambles.

“hey, what can i get y'all?” the almost too cheerful voice of the waitress fills your ears. you sit back and decide to let murphy order. and right then, right here, you notice it. he’s really quite beautiful. it’s never really occurred to you before but now it has, it seems impossible that you’ll ever unsee it. it seems impossible that you didn’t see it before. you shake your head to get rid of the thought and unzip murphy’s jacket to let it hang loose over you. your food comes a few minutes later and you grin over at murphy as you bite into a fry. “told you it’s good here”

“yeah it sure is”

a few minutes pass before you notice murphy looking at you weirdly. “What?” you ask, suddenly feeling conscious of yourself.

“there’s something on your face. come here”

you do as he says and lean over the table “well..?” you ask quizzically, looking at him. you recoil back when you feel something cold hit your nose. you allow yourself to fall back onto the booth behind you as you groan in annoyance “ugh you’re a cock, murphy” you moan as you grab a napkin to wipe the milkshake off. “such a man child” you mumble under your breath, trying to ignore his girlish giggles

“that was pretty funny”

“no it wasn’t”

“yes it was”

“shut up”

PART 2