#finally getting around to reblogging this on my wc blog :D

[choslut]

˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ⌇ LUCKY GIRL. featuring d. sawamura.

↻ you might be a ditz, but daichi thinks he’s lucky to have such a pretty ditz as his good luck charm.

tags : panty kink, bimbo!reader, locker room, panty fucking, slight dubcon, overstimulation, squirting, clit stimulation, light dirty talk // wc. 0.9k

author’s note : sorry this one is so late (by like a day) !! work managed to finally bite my ass last night and i literally passed out the moment i got home. woke up, got tired and remembered i totally forgot to post this :( welp better late than never, i hope you guys enjoy this one (notes n reblogs always appreciated) <33

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that fucking g-string. 

DAICHI will never understand why you decide to dress your absolute sluttiest when you’re attending his practices, wearing tiny skirts and tiny tops that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. 

it also doesn’t help that you’re sitting up in the stands either, because every time he looks up, he can just about make out the outline of your puffy pussy against the sheer pink fabric of your panties. 

fuck, he can barely even call them panties at this point. 

it’s hard to focus on directing the team when his girl is up there in the stands tapping away at her phone with her perfectly pristine acrylics that he paid for, showing off her miniskirt and a pair of panties that he also paid for. 

fuck you. 

“you tryin’ to get me bricked on purpose or what, babydoll?” he’s cornered you in the common room, backed you up against the locker with both hands on either side of your face. one of his hands come down to trail against your side, toying with the fragile string of your panties. 

you, on the other hand, stare up at him dopily, with not a single clue in the world what he’s talking about. “not sure what you mean, babe. you don’t like my outfit?”

daichi scoffs. “no, it’s not that. it’s just…” he twirls the string around his thick finger before snapping it back against your hips. “you’re distractin’ me.”

you’re such a fucking ditz, the way you’re looking at him. your lashes (fake) flutter as you stare at him, eyes wide as he plays with your panties. “i thought you liked these ones. i wore them for good luck.”

“i only need good luck at games, baby, not at practice.” does he have to spell it out for you? “turn around for me, angel. hands on the lockers.”

you obey, as always, presenting your barely covered ass to your sexually frustrated boyfriend proudly. daichi’s large hands push up your skirt and scope your ass, a low whistle escaping his lips as he drinks in the beautiful sight of his girl bent over for him. 

you may be stupid, but you’re his, and as long as that’s the case, you’ll do whatever he wants. daichi silently praises himself for landing such an easy catch as he pulls down his shorts and boxers in one fell swoop, latching his hands onto the meat of your ass. 

you only realise he hasn’t taken your panties off after he slips his cock through the seat. 

“baby!” your whine is shrill, but daichi pays it no mind. “this is my favourite pair! you’re g’na ruin ‘em!”

“i’ll buy you a new pair, doll,” he grunts, slowly moving his hips back and forth. he isn’t inside you but he’s inside your panties, and he relishes in the way the silk rubs against the underside of his shaft whilst your pussy drenches him from above. 

it’s sick. it’s nasty, so much so that daichi tips his head back and groans. 

he pulls backwards, and the girthy veins on his cock drag through your drenched cunt. he pushes forward and his tip just catches your clit, nudging it before meeting resistance at the silk front of your panties. it’s an amazing feeling, and he loses himself to it completely. 

meanwhile, underneath him, you’re mourning the ruin of your favourite g-string, but you can’t ignore the way daichi feels so hot and heavy against your weeping cunt, his tip nudging your clit and making you see stars. “o-oh, baby…”

“what is it, doll?” 

you bite your lip in embarrassment. “might cum soon…”

are you being serious right now? he’s barely done anything, barely even fucked you, yet you’re squirming against him, acrylics digging into your fleshy palms as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to focus on anything but the feeling of his mushroom tip poking at your clit. 

daichi regrets that he can’t be inside you when you cum, but god does he feel it. you let out another shrill whine when you climax, cunt growing ten times sloppier as you push yourself backwards to meet his thrusts. 

“want you- hah- want you to cum in my panties. please, baby.” your eyelids are flickering from overstimulation but you couldn’t care less, your empty brain now filled with the potent need to make your boyfriend cum all over you.

“shit, is that what you want, babydoll? want me to cum all over your favourite pair?” even though he isn’t inside you, daichi swears he can feel your cunt clench, and so he speeds up, tip bumping your overworked clit over and over and over until-

you cum again, but this time it’s even messier than the last time, your juices all but spraying everywhere and staining daichi’s shorts. he pulls out of your panties just in time to jerk himself over the curve of your ass, translucent white ropes of his release painting the hot pink silk of your panties and dripping down in between your thighs. 

he’s lucky enough to catch you just before you crumple to the floor, and as he admires his handiwork, daichi comes up with a wicked idea. 

“don’t wash these, baby. want you to wear them to my next game.” he can almost imagine the silent look of shock forming on your face. 

“for good luck, right?”

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[musings-and-moans]

watermelon sugar (kinktober day 1)

kink(s) of the day: overstimulation and squirting | kinktober masterlist

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submission for: @ickyism’s Tropical Kiss Collab (thank you for organizing this💕, i think i am still early because timezones :D)

features: levi ackerman x fem!reader (afab!, uses she/her pronouns) (college AU) | wc: 4450 | song: watermelon sugar - harry styles

warnings: overstimulation, squirting, alcohol consumption, oral sex (m! and f! receiving, not in a 69 position), face fucking (if you squint), fingering, doggystyle, unprotected sex (pull out game strong, so dw), rough sex, pet names (baby, minx, captain), cum on ass, almost getting caught in class, implied creampie later (on the pill)

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synopsis: you were in a bar, sitting with your best friend, talking about and reminiscing that summer fling or friends with benefits, if you will, which you hoped could have been something more.

a/n: welcome to kinktober 2022! this is very my very first try in working on this and i hope you all enjoy this <3 keep in mind that i may not post everyday because life happens, but i will complete them soon :D do fill my taglist and follow @shynahasabookshelf and turn on notifications to receive new updates on my fics. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, make sure to have ages on your bios. minors, ageless and blank blogs please dni, i will block you.

The bright lights of the bar caused your eyes to twinkle as you were in the most popular bar on campus with your friends, drinking away, enjoying the last couple of days of your summer vacation. The final year of grad school was waiting for you with bated breath and you were not wanting to think about that. Instead, you were sitting at the bar table with your best friend while your other friends were lost amongst the crowd on the dance floor. 

“So, bestie,” your BFF calls out to you, and then whispers loudly enough for you to hear, “did you get laid throughout this summer?” You felt a sense of fluttering in your tummy as you heard the question. “Come on, now… tell me, pleaseeeee?”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you calm her down and tell her, “yes. I did.” She widens her eyes at you. “Wait, really? For how long?” You winked at her and smirked, responding, “All throughout the summer,” causing her to open her mouth wide in shock. “OH MY GOD!” She screams as you try to shush her to avoid embarrassment. 

“Spill the tea, sis! Come on, you got more action than me, and didn’t even tell me about it!” Chuckling, you responded, “Well, it was a FWB. What do you want me to do, go around and spread the word?” Both of you giggle as she asks, “Seriously though, tell me!” You nod and then continue, “Well, remember the time you had to leave for your internship and there was this summer class I had to take ‘cause I needed to work on my research otherwise? It happened then….”

As soon as you entered the classroom, you noticed the seats were almost all occupied except for one. As you walked to the empty seat, your eyes fell on the guy that sat beside you. He had short, straight black hair that was styled in an undercut curtain, narrow and seemingly intimidating dull gray eyes with dark circles under them, and a deceptively youthful face. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black pants with white stripes, which casually showed off his well-developed physique and muscles, but he gave a deadpan look at the board while flicking a pen where the professor was writing the notes. His face seemed extremely calm. One could never guess what he was truly thinking. 

As you collected yourself, quickly sat down, and nodded at this guy that caught your gaze. Thankfully, he nodded in return, from his peripheral vision, he took notice of you. You seemed excited for something, as you took out your notes, your laptop and your stationery as you were starting to pay attention to the lecture. His gaze lingered on how you tucked the stray locks of your hair behind your ear and how you straighten your glasses. Suddenly, you turned to his direction as the professor called out his name, “Levi, Levi, Levi!” He snapped out of his reverie as he turned to Professor Erwin Smith who was asking him something. Fortunately enough, Levi was able to answer correctly, surprising you. You, on the other hand, didn’t really surprise him when you were able to answer the questions addressed to you, however, he was taken aback by how chatty you seemed, yet you knew when to keep to yourself. 

As class got over, you started packing your bag when you heard someone clearing your throat beside you. You turn to see that it was the good looking man. “Are we going to keep stealing glances like this, or are we finally going to introduce ourselves?” Chuckling, you respond, “Ah, I like that you’ve taken interest in me. Anyway,” you put your hand before him and introduce yourself. He then shakes your hand with his, giving a firm grip, responding in a way that catches your ears, “Your name is interesting. I hope I get to see you around more. I am Levi, by the way. Just Levi.” 

“Just Levi, you say?” You raise an eyebrow, and continue, “It’s a pretty common name, you know? There are probably millions that have the same name as you.” With that, he smirks, and responds, “But there’s only one me. Why don’t you come to the summer party tonight at the club downtown to see?” You throw in a half-smirk his way and respond, “Well, you put in an offer I couldn’t just refuse, could I?”

That very same night, you walked into the club in a silver shimmery dress that went up to your knees and showed all of the curves well. You’d gotten your hair styled and were excited about the first night of the summer classes as your hips swayed to the music while drinking your favorite cocktail, a strawberry daiquiri. As your eyes turned to the end of the bar table, you saw the Levi that met you in the morning but he was dressed very differently. He wore a light blue t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket and black jeans. He had the similar expression you saw at the beginning of the class but his gaze softened as it met yours, prompting him to smile. 

Levi then approached you oh so confidently with a glass of whiskey in his hand and spoke, “Fancy seeing you here.” You chuckled and responded, “Oh, so you didn’t think I’d show up, huh?” With a half-smirk, he retorted, “You seem to be a little miss goody-two-shoes for me to expect you here.”

You were not sure whether you should be surprised, offended or flattered by his choice of words, so you threw in a half-smirk, scoffed a bit while running your index finger along the rim of your glass so as to draw his gaze on to the drink, and retorted, “Well, as you can see by the drink that I’m holding, that I’m not. I like to party, I just don’t do it often.” Puckering his lips, he responds, “Why? Boyfriend troubles?” Swatting your hand in the air, you shook your head in disappointment, “And here I thought that you thought of me to be goody-two-shoes! It could be possible that I don’t want anything to get in the way of my research? Also, didn’t you mean ex-boyfriend troubles?”

Levi responded, “Ah, so you’re a research scholar I see, I am impressed!” Then he briefly lowered his head in embarrassment, “Oh, my bad. I’m sorry. When did that happen?” Pondering, you answered, “A couple of days before the spring finals. He started dating a girl through Tinder while keeping me in the loop. I slapped him when I found out.” He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Really? Tch, men these days. Well, that’s a shame. That fucker doesn’t know that he’s let go of something precious. I’m glad that you slapped him.” Your gaze then fixates on the man in front of you, “You think so?”

He then comes closer to you, his face being inches away from yours, you could somewhat smell the whiskey off of him but you didn’t mind a bit. He curtly responded, with a sense of charm in his voice, “I don’t like to waste time by lying about what I think, (y/n).” He then placed a stray lock of your hair that fell out again behind your ear. “You’re hot, you’re smart, you’re confident in your own skin. I like that.” You then move back with your hand on your chest, taking on a snarky tone, “Why thank you. I can say that you’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Levi No-Last-Name. After all, I see your groupies waiting for you.” “Tch,” he clicked his tongue again. “I find them annoying.” You scoffed, “Sure you do. You like the attention though, don't you?” Raising an eyebrow, he said, “Ooh you’re fiesty, I like that. Perhaps, we can come up with an agreement on something that would help us.” 

You narrow your eyes at him, “Okay? What do you suggest?” A knowing smile appears on his face, as he continues, “Well, with you getting away from your ex-boyfriend and focusing on your research, and me wanting to avoid those flies, how about we have a thing. You and me, for the summer. It’ll just be a FWB thing though. I don’t have to come in your way, and vice-versa.” This time, you’re the one to raise your eyebrows, “Oh? You think that in just one meeting, I’d agree to your proposition? We’re not friends, yet.” You then get up from your seat and stand in front of him, and subtly notice the height difference between you two. Scoffing, you continue, “How about we try it out tonight in that case?”

Taken aback by your forthrightedness, he inquires, “So you agree that you sense something between us?” With your lips now dangerously close to his cheek, you smile and whisper, “I’d say that there’s more than what we can sense but we’ll never know until we try, Captain,” teasing him with the nickname that he usually goes by from what you heard. It’s as if he felt shivers down his spine when he heard you, causing him to respond curtly, “What did you say?” Not sure if he heard it or not, you respond again, in a sultry manner this time. “Captain?”

Not sure if the whiskey overtook him, he softly drags his hand towards the small of your back and presses you closer to him, without uttering a word. He then drags his fingers to your shoulder, causing you to shiver with his every touch. He then slowly caresses your arm all the way to your hand, as he turns around and tangles his fingers with yours, gently leading you outside of the club. “Okay, umm,” he breaks the silence, “your place or mine?” A smile appears on your face, as you bring yourself to whisper in his ear, “Mine, please. I want to be comfortable first.” He turns his head to you, nods, then turns back, and responds softly enough for you to hear, “Of course. It’s the first priority.”

No sooner had you two reached your place, than you were glad that you were living in a single room apartment by yourself. As he approached you, his lips landed on yours, just like how you were desiring. “Fuck, your lips…” he cried out as he started to explore your lips with his while you two cupped each other's cheeks. You softly inquire, “Your hair…can I touch it?” and was met with a silent hum as you two ranked nails through each other's hair. 

To you, his lips felt cold and touch-starved, but tasted smooth, just like the whiskey. To him, your lips tasted like strawberries on a summer evening, like the daiquiri you drank. Lost in each other, you enter your home as you lock the main door. Both of you then dash toward the bedroom, jump on the bed, kissing hard, sucking on each other's bottom lip and swirling your tongues around each other, until he stopped you, and he purred, “Before we continue, I want to let you know that I may not be gentle, I may be rough, but I assure you that I'll take care of you. Do you still want me to keep going?” 

You nod, panting, “Yes, Levi, please don’t stop.” He chuckles and responds, “I will not continue until you call me what you called me at the club.” You pant, holding him, “Please don’t stop, captain.”

Giving him permission to continue, you started taking notice of every movement of his. In what felt like literal minutes or even seconds, both of your clothes were off each other and strewn all over the place. In the midst of it all, while your lips were glued to each other, you were carefully inspecting every inch of his incredible physique with your fingers, as you released yourself from the kiss, causing you to be in awe of him.  

With your consent, he roughly unhooked your bra, and discarded it on the ground with your breasts on display. “I was right,” Levi muttered when he roughly cupped both of your mounds and fondled them, his thumbs flicking your nipples, causing your pussy to throb, and you tilted your head backward, biting your lip. He increases the pace of his flicking, causing you to whimper further, and grind slowly on him.

“(Y/N), you’re beautiful,” Levi rasps in awe, causing you to blush and look the other way, the incandescent light of the moon shining on your face. He didn’t seem to be one to mince words or lie about your looks, so this meant a lot to you somehow. 

In one sweep, he picks you by your butt, with you wrapping your legs around his waist, and him placing you on the bed, with your head on the pillow. He teases while splaying one of his hands over your tummy as he sees you, “I am so glad that you kept it clean down there. Besides, seems to me like you’ve been waiting for it for a long time.” He examines your body as your wetness was a full-on display for his ravenous eyes while licking his lips.

Without telling you anything, his fingers start to explore every part of you, the wetness, the clit, the folds, every single touch was sending you into a frenzy. He starts rubbing your clit in a clockwise motion. Closing your eyes harder, you whimper while you’re arching your head up, crying out his name and whimpering, “Captain, feels so nice…”

There was an exchange of intense eye contact, moans, and groans going on as he kept stroking your clit, increasing the pace and intensity. Your voices were reverberating in the air in the room. As you were breathing heavily and trembling, he kept calming you saying, “it’s okay, I got you.” With your wetness as lube, he roughly inserted one of his slender fingers into your pussy, the slightest movement causing you to arch your back and mewl louder.

“Oh, shit you’re tight,” Levi cried, “Damn this pussy. That asshole doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” while pushing the finger in and out slowly, stimulating you in a way you’d never felt before. You then cry, “please go faster,” while biting back a moan, to which he replies, “with pleasure, baby,” as he increases his pace. “Don’t hold back, I want to hear you moan,” he says as you move your hips along the fingering movement, continuing to moan, and he then inserts another finger and commands, “Spread your legs for me.”

As an act of obedience, you spread your legs, showing him with great detail how it looked. He first kisses your clit, still maintaining eye contact with you, but you break it to close your eyes and be lost in the pleasure. As he kisses your clit, he sucks on your folds roughly, while fucking you with two fingers. Your hands were fisting on the sheets, and you couldn’t hold back your screams as he was doing it so well. As he kept doing it roughly, a coil was slowly building up within you, eventually causing you to see stars as he took out his fingers and fully eat you out with his hands on your thighs until you yell, “Levi, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, ngh-” your legs start to tremble as the coil snaps. 

He holds you steady with his hands, causing you to have your first orgasm of the night and him to slurp in your essence. He then kisses your sensitive pussy, gets up, sucks on his fingers to taste your slick, towers over you, with his tummy pressed against yours as he kisses you fervently, both of you get to taste how you tasted. All of this happened so soon, that you couldn’t register when he put you on his lap, again, urging you to go down on him. You were shocked to see his girthy cock slap against the abdomen. Who knew that someone who was shorter than you was more than making up for it in the package department. 

Your hands stroke him, causing him to lean his head back against the headboard, and close his eyes. He then starts to feel your lips wrap around the head of his dick, touching nothing else, just your tongue swirling around slowly, getting a taste of his pre-cum. He tilts his head in your direction and his gaze fixates on you. While maintaining eye contact, your mouth slides all the way down to the base of his dick. You then start sucking him hard, enough for him to feel like you’re pulling the cum out of him.

Levi’s eyes rolled back as he closed his eyelids, his face flushed with delight. You move your lips up and down, back and forth, pushed against his firm length. “Shit,” he whimpers, calling out your name, “Don’t milk me just yet.” With a smirk on your face, you take one of his hands, run the fingers through your hair, and ask him to guide you. Levi then thrusts harder into your mouth, not wanting to actually harm you because he didn't want to overwhelm you, but you nod, allowing him. 

Only your low-sucking sounds could be heard as you continued to bob your head and groaned once or twice more, as he fucked your face. He breathed your name, writhing into your mouth. He also notices that your hands are caressing his balls. You slide off his dick and spend some time licking and sucking his balls, making him grunt, as one of your hands rubs your clit. 

“I want you to be on all fours, baby,” he rasped, getting you out of your reverie, and you looked at him in confusion. “On all fours, I’ll not repeat it again,” he commanded as you nodded, climbing on the bed and turning around with your ass on display. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, not uttering a single word. He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much. 

“Crap, baby, how are you taking me in so well?” He says as he keeps thrusting himself into you. His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers. His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, as you were fucked into oblivion. As soon as you paused to rest your head on the pillows, he grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and pulled it back, while reaching out your breasts with the other and holding them to pull you closer, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.

He was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. Your legs were shaking from the building up of another orgasm when he leans over you, turns your face such that it’s inches away from his face and then places a kiss on your lips. “You're pretty when you cum,” he smiles, pressing your face to the pillow, “I want you to not hold back and keep moaning,” he murmurs, starting to push his hips against yours again.

As he teases your sensitive spot, the knot in your stomach begins to loosen again, your velvety pussy stretching under his thrusts even though you can't take it all in. “I'm close, I can’t take it anymore,” you warn him. He fake pouts, “But we're just getting started,” then smirks, moving his calloused thumb over your puffy nub.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he says, his balls slamming into your ass and lewd sounds come out of your pussy as his shaft fucks you rhythmically. Your cunt spasms around his girth as if to push him off and when you come Levi pulls out. You squirt on him, squealing his name and shaking.

His thumb doesn't stop moving in circles over your sensitive bud, “There it is,” he murmurs, working his cock back into your hole, “you did so well,” he praises you, beginning to thrust frantically for his release now. He then says, “I’m going to cum on your ass now. I love the way it looks, and it would look better with my essence all over it,” as he felt his release approaching, following which he pulled out, and sprayed his essence all over your derriere.

Panting heavily, the both of you lie down on your bed and snuggle with each other. “Okay that was FUCKING good” you broke the silence, as he chuckles. You look at him, and ask, “Is that why you’re popular amongst the girls? ‘Cause you make them feel amazing in bed?” He scoffs, responding, “They say that, but they don’t realize that sex is a two-way street. They’re supposed to make me feel good too, but they fail to do so, until just now. ‘Cause you,” he then kisses you, “you’re a minx, you know that?” You wink at him, saying, “I seem to be learning from the best,” as you both decide to go at it again, lasting all night. 

This went on for days and weeks on end. Sex with Levi was always on a whole another level. Your ex-boyfriend could never match up to how good Levi was. Both of you never told each other, but ever since you two started sleeping with each other, you two never bothered sleeping with other people. You would even take risks in the university, with him devouring your pussy one day during class, urging you to pay attention in class, and were only allowed to cum once the professor left. You were overstimulated during class but couldn’t say anything. 

Once class was over, he felt a gushing liquid coming out of you, as both of you chased your release. When you got over your embarrassment after frantically cleaning up, you asked him, “Why were you eating me out during class? You know that you’re more than capable of making me do that anywhere.” He laughed sadistically, “Because you got me addicted to you, baby.” Shaking your head in disapproval you scoffed, “Oh, please. Remind me to give you an amazing blowjob during class next time. I will overstim you so hard that you’ll see stars.” He then grins at you and says,  “Try me.” 

Your summer tryst didn’t just get you two physically close, during this time, you were beginning to get bare with each other emotionally, blurring the lines between you two in every way. You learned that his full name was Levi Ackerman, the nephew of Kenny Ackerman the trustee, the son of Kuchel Ackerman, the popular actress who died in a car accident and is related to Mikasa Ackerman, a champion in sparring. He confessed that he was not fond of his last name, so he dropped it whenever he was introducing himself in public. 

In return, you told him about your problems, and he was more than patient to listen to you rant about your research not going well. You two would cook meals and drink tea together and before you know it, both of you seemed to be falling for each other. Until one day, Levi knocked furiously on your door, with you wondering what was going on. However, you were then met with a scowl from him, who had a phone in his hand with his Twitter page blowing up. 

“What is this?” He curtly answers in a soft voice, showing you that your classmates were freaking out about Levi’s surname. Now, to some it may not be a big deal, but it was to him, you were aware. However, you were not the one to do this. You’d never hurt him on purpose. “Levi, how did this happen? I swear this is not my doing…” He entered your house with his eyebrows being furrowed further. “Explain this to me then, why this was done from your phone?” Fear gripped you, as you checked your phone, realizing that you were hacked. You didn’t know who did this or why would someone target you, but this wasn’t right. “Levi, I really did not do this. I was—” He flashed his palm so as to stop you from talking, just saying, “Save it. This, whatever we were having, it’s over,” and he left, leaving you alone.

The last few days of the summer went by, with you focusing more so on your research than anything else. However, something felt different. There was something you felt was missing, or rather a certain someone …

Your best friend then widens her eyes in shock. “Omg you were with THE LEVI?! The sex god?!” She exclaimed, “Wasn’t his last name was a mystery until recently?”

Your facial expression then turns sorrowful. “Yeah, but that was not my fault though. Apparently my ex saw me fucking him in university and he got so jealous that he hacked into my phone and spread the information. He being a comp sci student, I should have seen it coming! We argued and we stopped talking ever since.” You were upset about all that happened, but you couldn’t stay upset. After all, it was just supposed to be a friends-with-benefits arrangement, right? 

“Did I mess it up, real bad?” You softly asked your best friend, without realizing that Levi had walked up to you and stood behind you, surprising you with a, “Why don’t you tell me what happened next?” You flinch and turn to see Levi standing in front of you, looking at you guiltily. He briefly lowers his head. “I…I owe you an apology.” You stand in front of him, still hurt, but wanting him even more as you felt your heart race. “I later learned what actually happened and set him straight but could never bring myself to apologize to you until today. Would you be able to forgive me, and can we try this again?”

You stood there, stopping yourself from kissing him, retorting, “I don’t know, it did hurt, y’know…” He then cups your cheek with one hand, brings you closer and kisses you, ignoring your shocked best friend in the background. “How about now?” You throw in a half-smirk and whisper, “Only if you do that again with you cumming in me, as I’m on the pill.” As he widened his eyes, not a single word was exchanged as he held your hand and dragged you out of the club. Surely he didn’t want to miss the chance of getting washed away in you, ever again.

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[lnfours]

with you | a.r

summary: you promised him you’d stick by him no matter what.

warnings: TDATT SPOILERS, mentions of death, mentions of pedophilia, smoking, mentions of smut, language

wc: 763

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you sat in the beat up, rusted red car as arvin took another huff at his cigarette. you smirked slightly, taking it from his fingertips and putting it between your lips, inhaling the smoke and letting it out before handing it back to him.

he looked at you, a smirk tugging at his lips,”did i say you could take a hit at my cigarette?”

you shrugged your shoulders,”not like you need it anyway.”

“neither do you,” he chuckled, his hand gently resting on your thigh,”thought you quit?”

“tried to,” you leaned your arm up against the open window of the car,”then fucking trevor happened.”

“he’s a dick.” arvin agreed, flicking the cigarette out the window. you nodded, turning so that you were looking at him, taking in his facial features. 

the two of you had been friends for a while, ever since you and your parents moved to meade. you two had been dating since sophomore year, the town still surprised that you had lasted this long. 

“so, who are we looking for?”

he looked around at the empty, vast field,”that stupid son of a bitch preacher.”

“the one that-“

“yeah,” he cut you off abruptly,”him.”

you nodded and rested your hand on top of his,”wanna talk about it?”

he knew he could talk to you, you were his safe place.

“eventually i will,” he said,”but not now.”

you nodded, understanding how long it took for him to open up about things that had hurt him. that’s why it had originally taken him almost a year before finally opening up about his mom and his dad, he even mentioned jack to you, which was a rare thing he mentioned. 

“what’re we gonna do to pass time till he gets here?”

he smirked and raised an eyebrow,”got a few ideas.”

you rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips,”im not fucking you in this tiny thing.”

“there's enough room in here,” he said, pushing the seat all the way back,”could climb up on my lap like this if you wanted to, no complaints on my end.”

you laughed before the white car caught your attention, making you nod your head towards the direction to make arvin turn around. he did, his body tensing as he watched the car pull in front of you, the two of you sitting a few hundred feet back. 

“that his car?”

he nodded,”and he’s got another young girl with him.”

you shook your head,”fucking pervert.”

he chuckled and the two of you sat there, talking softly amongst yourselves before the car door opened, the preacher tossing some kind of cloth before driving away after the girl walked away with her bike.

arvin shook his head, starting his car once the preacher had left,”what a no good son of a bitch.”

“what was it that your dad used to say?” you questioned before answering yourself,”there’s a lot of no good sons of bitches out there.”

he smiled, a little warming feeling in his heart as he realized that you listen to him when he needs you to, proving again, why he loved you. 

“yep,” he nodded,”and there is.”

“oh i know,” you smiled before reaching over and taking the navy blue hat off his head and putting it on your head,”starting to sound like you.”

he smiled,”nothing wrong with that,” he looked over at you before looking back at the road,”and who said you could wear my hat?”

“me.” you smiled.

“looks good on you. you’re fucking beautiful.”

you smiled, your cheeks warming up,”am i?”

he rolled his eyes playfully before taking your hand and kissing the back of it, resting his lips against your knuckles,”are you sure you wanna do this with me?”

you nodded, squeezing his hand,”i’ll help you with anything, even if it gets me in trouble. you know that.

he chuckled and nodded,”i just don’t want anything to happen to you. i can't lose you, either.”

the words broke your heart, but it showed you how much you meant to him.

“you won’t.” you promised, rubbing your thumb over the top of his hand,”look, arvin, lenora was my friend. one of my best friends. and that fucker is the reason why you lost your sister and i lost my best friend,” you sighed before continuing,”so yeah, i’m with you on this. let’s get him.”

“alright,” he smiled, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss on your head,”let's get this fucker.”

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[the-nysh]

At what point in the story you started liking Garou as a character? What was his first impression on you and how did it changed later as the story progressed?

Oooh! What a GREAT question, I’m so glad you asked! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ (Cause yes, my perceptions of him certainly did change over time! And that’s one of the fun things I love to see happen with other opm fans too.) So let’s see…*pulls up a chair and shovel to dig thru nearly 5yrs of archives* where to begin~

It was definitely a gradual process (so buckle in, this is gonna be a looong chronological trip thru memory lane. About 3500~ words!)

First impressions

Early on (and cause I’m skeptical to most new characters who I don’t ‘know’ yet), I remember feeling kinda like ‘huh? Who the heck is this guy? This wannabe Hiruma-lookalike (recognizing some of Murata’s recycled Eyeshield 21 char design elements for him) with some silly double Vegeta hair? The hell does he think he’s doing??’ Beyond being kinda incredulous about him, I honestly didn’t really give him much passing thought or attention either, and definitely not anything on a deeper level yet. He was just kinda there (I suppose?), but also out there forcefully (cockily and somewhat annoyingly?) inserting himself as the ‘villain’ into the story at times (which wasn’t really my thing), seemingly WAY in over his head with reckless antics and overambitious about what he was claiming to be and challenging himself to do (which I thought seemed both ridiculous and ironic to set up like that when characters like Saitama exist to directly check/refute his aims).

So at the time I wasn’t fully ‘on board’ or invested much in his story/concept yet cause I hadn’t really seen him…define himself (beyond those first impressions) into his own fleshed-out character. Because he still kept reminding me too much of other characters (I even heard him with Hiruma’s voice) rather than breaking out on his own. Murata’s early art also had yet to really evolve and settle him into his own distinguishable ‘face’ for that matter too (he would though later, when he’d draw ‘Garou’ recognizable as himself and not like…‘Hiruma’s shadow’ anymore). So with all that coming in, it’s hard to ‘see’ or genuinely ‘like’ a char at first when they haven’t done much yet to distinguish themselves from others and grow into their own. (Oho, how time will tell~)

This impression of Garou hadn’t really changed much and continued all thru the Metal Bat fight, by the way. (I actually caught up to the manga around the time Murata introduced MB with the centipedes and was about to start his fight with Garou. Events which weren’t on my highest priority to see either, cause I still mostly preferred seeing Saitama + Genos interact instead.) But on a surface level, I at least knew Garou was fun/impressive to watch and his excitable/feral energy was infectious and entertaining (Murata really knew how to hype him up too), but other than that, I’d yet to really ‘like’ him on his own (enough to talk/blog about) still.

I first eased into reblogging stuff with him back in Oct 2016, which included the first reblog of his back muscles (lol) appreciating how Murata drew him facing Watchdog Man so ksjggh that part of the story (when Murata was teasing their fight) was also when Garou starting having a presence on my blog. :O

First turning point

However, I distinctly remember the first ‘aha I see now’ point in understanding him better was when I did a second reread of the webcomic. (I don’t exactly remember when that was, but probably sometime during the tournament arc when the pace was kinda dragging, so I prob reread the wc around then for fun.) It was around early-April 2017 when I later admitted that (in the tags):

I’ve come to really like Garou, a second read of the webcomic made me fond of him, of his background and ideas he wished to set out and change, his heart was in it and he had his set of morals, but he was young and brashly took the wrong path, I really want to see him return someday now that he's learned better

Cause following the big webcomic reveal at the end of his arc (when Saitama calls him out), going back thru his entire story again you could totally spot all the consistent hints and signs (from both his backstory and actions) ONE sprinkled the entire time, making everything revealed about him true, and not suddenly sprung up outta nowhere. It was finally like ‘aaah, I understand what’s up with him and can sympathize where he’s coming from. Yes that makes sense. :O’ However, this clarity/acknowledgment had yet to shift from simply ‘seeing’ or understanding a thing as knowledge, to actually feeling it (connecting on a deeper/personal level) later. That’ll remain a big distinction.

May 2017, I first started writing some early meta break downs about him, starting with his end-arc parallels in Suiryu’s despair moment and from this, there was acknowledgement how all ONE’s manga additions (up til then this was still all tournament arc stuff) were only building further context towards what’s to come much later on in the webcomic.

June 2017, I started posting stream coverage about him (vs Watchdog Man stuff when he intercepts King and Saitama.) Around this time I also admit this kinda stuff in tags ‘goodness how I love that this nerd has a soft spot for that kid (truthfully he's not monstrous at all)’ for appreciating the manga’s wholesome extra Tareo moments.

Second big turning point

Around Sept-Oct 2017 was when post content/stream coverage kinda started exploding during the whole vs A/B heroes + shed fight. This whole sequence, following the tournament arc, was the first big long-awaited return back to the wc’s script (with style!), but with significant expansions (esp to his character) never seen before. In particular, the bullet shielding moment was changed/revised from him simply standing there in the wc, to Garou protecting Tareo in the shed.

Truly awesome and moving because dang, he selflessly put his life on the line for that ‘Garou the determinator fending off the impossible while protecting a kid ;o;’ Firmly standing up to (injustices) and revealing his solid moral core, like wow, what a guy. <3

Murata’s stream output picked up significantly back then too (compared to his slower pace drawing the previous arcs), so I also admitted: ‘gosh been cheering for Murata's hard work just like Garou's in-chapter determination!’

But also cause this whole fight was like the first actual, legit demonstration (shown, not told) of Garou’s prodigious fighting skills, intelligence, tenacity, resourcefulness, perseverance, etc. Like this is what he’s actually capable of when pushed to the brink; testing the actual quality of his character (showing his true colors) and allowing those merits to shine while under unfavorable, difficult, and desperate conditions. And all impressively done in a way to make the audience both believe it and root for him (presented from his side much like a protagonist? Wild! 8D) It was extremely thrilling and badass (truly that whole shed part was brilliant, narratively and spectacle-wise. As I’ve repeatedly gone back to write about many times and again. :’D) My impressions of Garou around this time:

yoooo boi see I really like Garou, the wild prodigy determinator with a misguided goal, going all out and demonstrating his talent and prowess (even tho he gets in over his head), PROTECTING CHILDREN WHEN HE PRETENDS HE DOESN'T CARE, omfg what a softie (as Saitama would say) :'D, yaaa see he was never a 'real' monster at all, Saitama can see straight through him, and what he REALLY wants to achieve

Dec 2017, first started getting some sporadic Garou anons after the whole epic manga spectacle vs Genos + Bang + EC fight with everyone.

Jan 2018, back when Garou was captured in the MA base and then left to his own devices above ground…things started getting really interesting. Including noticing ONE’s more careful (or perhaps more transparent?) approach to writing Garou’s manga portrayal this time around. Different and more nuanced from the wc for instance, so there were many fascinating contradictions and complexities to uncover (break down meta-wise) about his convictions, beliefs, thoughts, feelings, and how he applied those thru his actions and behavior (revealing decisive acts of character). This was when @gofancyninjaworld also started joining in to discuss and explore Garou’s ongoing dilemma with his goals and mindset. “His heart is in the right place, but his means are not, because at his core, he’s not a monster.” I admitted ‘Garou’s one of the most well-written characters in the story, I feel.’ And I was really looking forward to all the significant changes ONE was doing to make his manga story all the more defined and cohesive than it already was in the wc. That made things extra engaging (when there’s a desire to look deeper into things for fun and excitement for more).

Third turning point

Feb 2018 Oooh man. It was around here, (when Garou saves Tareo from the bullies and confronts RR and Bug God) that I was really starting to feel that shift happening (the impression of him turning into something more), so I had to comment on his ongoing characterization presented thus far (budding into a well-rounded, 3 dimensional character) and how ONE was (re)writing him in a more personal, sympathetic light that made him so easy to root for and genuinely likeable. I was fully AWARE of this happening and what both Murata and ONE were doing to increase his appeal. Admitting the more they revealed of him the more I was falling deeper for him, and fully welcoming it by narrative design. (Like alright let’s goooo! 8’D) Cause it was obvious how much differently and expansive he was getting portrayed vs the wc (with much less moral ambiguity). I said:

“Garou’s not simply a rogue, prodigious teen going on a spiteful rampage with an overconfident, slasher smile. Consistently, he’s been shown what really makes him tic: what gets him serious, passionate, sincere, and desperate – things that force his hand to either fight or defend against, with standards and ideals that he’d put his life on the line for. All of it is great: a variety of expressive emotions and definitive acts of character that all build towards the whole. Which we’re then left to ponder exactly what that is. Is he truly a villain or a hero? Is he really a troublemaking bad guy or actually a misguided ‘nice guy’? The answer isn’t so black and white; it’s more like a mix of ALL of the above. And I LIKE that. As ONE has presented him, Garou is Garou, and not really someone to align or classify as simply one or the other. He’s in that kind of delicious gray zone where he’s getting put to the brink to show his true colors. And it’s so GOOD and refreshing to see.”

That plus the manga showing his deeper bond with Tareo, his gruffly protective qualities (ok but that’s kinda hot?) and a more sincere showing of his morals (which he refused to budge on no matter what anyone else ordered him to do), brought on all the feels. :’)

Stream coverage + ch commentary devolved to like unintelligible screaming, with some ‘man he’s so fucking cool,’ or ‘damn protective Garou’s SOO good,’ or ‘I swear the more Murata draws of him the more I fall for him like wtf,’ or even the flat out ‘GODDAMMIT MURATA ;A;’ types of suffering reactions, ahaha.

At this point I was all ‘bring on the Garou appreciation; he deserves it; I have a mighty NEED’ but was kinda annoyed/frustrated with the fandom cause there was hardly any recent fan content of him (relevant to his current plot progression, it was all suspiciously dry or old ship-related content I wasn’t interested in cause the plot had moved on, so I was like omg where is everybody, hello?!) It was already a dry spell in between seasons so overall fan content was slow anyway, but it seemed like there were so few actual fans of him (to my confusion?!) So I started making my own content (beyond just the stream coverage and ch reactions/commentary + meta) with the expression posts appreciation.

March 2018. U-uhoh, things (and posting frequency especially) were starting to escalate. His reaction to literally getting backstabbed by the monsters and losing Tareo (his quiet but seething controlled feral rage) definitely had me feeling™ things.

Final nail in the coffin

April 2018 Oshit;; Garou forcefully storming and bulldozing his way thru the MA base, his awesome BIG DAMN HEROES moment rescuing Tareo from Royal Ripper, to his hilarious absolute tsundere™ moment denying it (before running into Rover and immediately protecting the kid again) pretty much destroyed me. This was also like the first time I’d seen ONE make a character go full tsundere mode and pull it off in a genuine comedic way (with the classic ‘it’s not like I came here to save you or anything baka’ line and all) so pfft, that was so much endearing icing on the cake. :’D

At this point someone even asked me who’s my favorite opm character, to which I was all, ‘Garou’s current manga content has been on fire so he’s been quickly skyrocketing into my favs (if he wasn’t there already)!’

But then Murata soon dropped THIS ‘protect the child’ page all with perfect timing, and I was…fucking doomed.

'sugoi ojisan' was pretty much the moment of instant death for me ;A; my constant reaction to the streams has been that gaijin 4koma meme with laser heart eyes for emphasis, and I'm pretty much losing my ability to articulate much beyond screaming at this rate

Garou’s behavior could then be summarized as ‘a very stubborn and in denial asshole tsundere little shit nerd. <3’ But there was classic ONE heartwarming irony in there too, cause Garou hadn’t fully ‘lost’ his battles either…during those critical times where he actually assumed the role of the ‘hero’ for Tareo instead. (Oho~)  

basically Garou is a great character, the more you look into how ONE has built him the more meta af it gets

May 2018 (the long-awaited debut of the wc ‘scarf’ vs Rover towards Garou vs Orochi’s epic wtfshitstorm) lolwhoops~ I finally made the inevitable back muscles compilation while also writing longer, more in depth meta posts about him.

Murata delivered some of the best stream content we’ve seen of him. (Completely on FIRE, both literally and figuratively. And looking back, this was probably some of the most fun Murata’s stream sessions ever got. :’D Was awesome to be a fan tuning in during this time.)

even Murata was doodling chibis of himself freaking out in the margins XD

Delivering content from the pose of peak badassery…to dropping stream doodles of peak heartwarming/cuteness (Garou & Tareo in suits) on the fans for good measure.

bam Murata’s out to kill us with his art ...Murata can you like -maybe- chill? ABSOLUTELY NOT

Basically Murata knew exactly what he was doing, always delivering and servicing the fans (drawing the coke bottle was a fan suggestion too) yet also remaining a huge tease~

Towards S2 and beyond

June 2018, following the Orochi fight, Garou was put on a bus and absent from the manga for a while, so I went back revisiting older content again (rereading the manga for fun) and realizing/noticing/wondering stuff I hadn’t really caught about him before like…oh no why is he cute?? Was he always this way or had my eyes finally opened after everything??? (Cause aside from him being a little shit or a cool badass, he was also a complete dork and a nerd, and an oblivious dummy, and just…that was so…wtf endearing, a full package of fun to enjoy.)

But we soon got clips of Midorikawa’s voice reveal (from the opm drama cd) and all hell broke loose among the resident Garou fans. 8’D Especially cause his voice was ‘dark/smooth/mature/sexy’ as opposed to a higher-pitched, unhinged teen voice many had expected (remember that old Hiruma voice I first thought for him? So interestingly many fanboys were disappointed with this deeper voice casting). But also cause Midorikawa said “I’ll do my best to make Garou even more charming than before,” so we were excited to see Garou’s popularity spike even more cause of s2.

Aug 2018, the s2 key visual revealed with Garou prominently featured up and center and I WAS NOT PREPARED!!! I remember having like a full hyper-incoherent breakdown because of this so…yeaaaaah. 8’D I was all rationalizing,

If anything it’s all Murata and ONE’s fault that (the hype and appreciation for him) feeling’s grown even stronger. He was already a thoroughly fun walking meta source, but the manga made his softer/compassionate moments much more obvious (than in the wc). Just watch as this badass dorky nerd becomes even more hugely popular than he already is!

April 2019 was his anime debut…coincided with his post-arc WEBCOMIC DEBUT AFTER 5 FUCKING YEARS (before he even returned in the manga even) IMPECCABLE timing from ONE, holy shit people lost their minds. Including Murata, who had to draw him too! With all that and the anime airing (adding even more wholesome cute Tareo interactions not seen in the manga), fandom participation (+anons) really started to kick off.

I remember seeing the influx of new fans and how so many (who didn’t ‘know’ him yet either) would unironically label him as genuinely ‘evil’ or a ‘heinous villain’ at face value, which….uhhhhhh were the kinda takes that were hard to take seriously, but I appreciated how ONE’s writing allowed the readers to see and think for themselves as the narrative revealed more (rather than believing everything the characters said or claimed), so it’d only be a matter of time until they ‘saw’ the truth about him too. :’)

May-July 2019 the anime continued airing with fandom activity popping, until August when he finally reappeared and ‘awoke’ in the manga! ;A; After like an entire full year of him mia too. This was also the time frame when all the thirsty (and interestingly meta-hungry) Garou anons started (finding me???) regularly chiming in with fun participation. I was grateful though, cause they prompted certain takes I couldn’t have come up with on my own, and allowed me to think, examine, and explain things much more closely and thoroughly than I had ever posted before. (Yaaay~) Such as looking into just what IS it about him?!

“Garou wouldn’t be as compelling, engaging, and appealing as a character without (all) those other interesting layers and nuances to talk about too! :D It’s even better that way! Cause Murata can draw everyone looking drop-dead gorgeous and conventionally attractive, so just having a pretty face and impressive muscles isn’t enough to make him stand out in a special way from the rest of the cast. Already all those things (about him) are certainly impressive, so just what is it about him in particular? (That makes him unique.) The fact Garou has all that AND those other compassionate & interesting qualities to him just makes it the icing on the cake for a complete, well-rounded package. The fact we can know him, for all his feelings and attitude why he behaves and acts the way he does, such as when he’s contradictory, troubled and tsundere-like sometimes, to hardcore and badass other times, to softer and empathetic to fiercely righteous, protective and determined other times, and all portrayed in the way he’s capable of the range (and makes us feel) the entire spectrum of emotion too. …Like whoa (I could keep going but I’d be preaching to the choir at that point aha), all that only enhances what’s already there. In this way, I feel the Garou we’ve come to know by now is much more endearing and appealing than the one we were introduced to at the start. Because as he appeared then, he may have seemed like just another wannabe thug-of-the-week we might not have given much passing thought & attention to. But now…uhoh, you could arguably say he’s grown to the point he’s almost taken over the rest of the manga (within good reason!) by challenging our perception of who’s even the active protagonist. :O Who keeps us engaged and tuned in to see more. Buaha, just what the hell happened?! Now that’s quite the impressive feat from both ONE and Murata to create a character with a lasting impact like that!”

…So that’s what happened. :’D In my opinion, I feel Garou’s best moments where we (or really, I) got to know him better (shed scene, Elder Centipede aftermath, dine n dash, rescuing Tareo, all up towards his fights vs Rover & Orochi) mostly only happen until after s2 so… Since those were some of my absolute fav manga moments (which only enhanced my perceptions of him), those’ll be the moments I’m really looking forward to see animated in s3. But most of all, I’m hoping to witness some of that same ‘aha!’ gradual realization process happen to newer fans who come to appreciate him too. :’3

[lnfours]

meet me in the hallway | t.h

summary: moving to college meant you had to leave everything behind, including the boy you had the most special connection with.

warnings: college!au, language, drinking, partying, let me know if you guys would want this turned into a series!!

wc: 1k

masterlist | ’meet me in the hallway’ by harry styles

you hadn’t expected the party to be this big, but yet again, does harrison even know the word ‘subtle’? you walked in, gift bag in hand for the birthday boy and you immediately spotted tuwaine, who of course, made a big deal of your arrival.

“look who showed up! stockton’s best student!” he smiled and you laughed along with the group of boys, hugging tuwaine. 

“hey!”

“hey, kid! i’ve missed you!” he smiled before pulling away. you made small talk before looking around the room.

“know where i can put this?” you asked, he nodded before finishing his swig of beer.

“haz’s room, here, i’ll come with, we can catch up.”

you nodded as the two of you journeyed through the house together. you scanned the room for familiar faces, smiling at people who yelled ‘hey’ to you. you eventually locked eyes with a pair of familiar ones, and it made you almost stop in your tracks. tuwaine could sense your uneasiness, wrapping an arm around your shoulders,”you alright?”

you nodded, quickly releasing the eye contact, but before you could, he had followed your line of vision,”this may be or may not be the best timing, but he still talks about you.”

“i’m sure he does.”

“no, seriously,” he said,”it broke his heart when you just up and left for the states. he hasn’t really been the same without you.”

you shook your head,”he doesn’t think about me, t.”

“but he does,” tuwaine opened the door to haz’s room, letting you put the gift bag down on the bed that was littered with boxes, bags and envelopes. this boy always gets so many gifts,”i don’t know how i can make you believe me but he’s still in love with you.”

“if he was still in love with me then he wouldn’t have moved on after a week.” you shrugged.

“who? the blonde girl he was with?”

you nodded, fixing your hair as tuwaine laughed.

“she was just a distraction, they were nothing real, nothing happened between them.”

“but the-”

“y/n, listen to me,” he said, grabbing your shoulders,”that boy is still head over heels in love with you, he has been since 5th grade. give me some credit, here.”

you sighed, maybe tuwaine was right, maybe he still did have a little special place for you in his heart, but also what if he didn’t? what if he had sealed that off? or gave it to someone new? 

you just couldn’t wrap your head around it.

the rest of the night, your mind wouldn’t put it at rest. the music loud, you and your best friend from high school playing flip cup, people asking you about college and what it’s like across the pond. you shrugged, knowing that each question had the same answer.

you had finally had enough and you made your way out the front door to sit in the hallway of the apartment complex. you sighed, leaning against the wall and sliding down it, breathing out loudly. 

“too much for you, too?” 

your head snapped in the direction where it came from and met the same eyes from earlier. you almost wanted to throw up from nervousness, but he seemed so cool, calm, collected.

you didn’t say anything and he chuckled,”you alright, darlin’?”

“y-yeah,” you nodded, tucking hair behind your ear,”i just didn’t think you’d want to talk, and honestly i didn’t see you here.”

he nodded,”fair enough.” 

he took another sip of his beer and looked over at you,”what brings you into the hallway?”

“people asking too many personal questions,” you said,”plus there’s so many damn people in there it’s chaos.”

he chuckled and nodded in agreement,”whatcha been up to in the states? anything exciting? internships?”

you nodded,”yeah, for one of the radio stations there.”

“majoring in journalism and shit right?”

you chuckled and nodded, surprised he remembered. he nodded,”y’know, i blamed myself for being the reason you left for so long-”

“tom-”

“no, shh, it’s my turn,” he said and you sent him a small smile before letting him continue,”it was selfish of me to think you’d give up a career and education to stay in london. i’m happy for you, y/n. honestly. as long as you’re happy there, then i’m happy for you.”

but you weren’t. you had tried so hard to not miss tom, your friends, your family, london in itself, but it didn’t work. it was like the more you tried the more you got homesick and the more you wished to be in the arms of the man you were currently sitting in front of in the hallway.

“thank you, tom.” however is all that you managed to say.

“anytime,” he chuckled as he rose to his feet, offering you a hand that you gladly took,”and by the way, what tuwaine was saying was right, you should listen to him.”

you raised an eyebrow, heart racing,”how could you-”

“he speaks very loud,” he laughed and you smiled,”but he didn’t lie. i guess though, whenever you’re ready for something, you could always just meet me in the hallway.”

he sent you a smile and you returned one,”have a good night, y/n.”

“you too, tom.”

he walked back into the party, the door closing behind him and for a second you stood there to catch your breath. 

he wasn’t mad at you, but he was… happy? 

before you could even process the rest of it, the door opened again and you met harrison’s eyes,”come kick ass with me in flip cup.”

“anything for the birthday boy.”

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