#( no shift. still upset from earlier. pissed over minor things. )

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currently gathering evidence for the insanity plea.

[lacheri]

Hello Cherry I have a request! Eren always teasing and being a little mean to the reader so she decides to give him a taste of his own medicine (so sorta like a sub! eren x brat tamer! reader) okay that is all ilysm bye bye

hi Kat!! you send me the best prompts 🤤 I hope you enjoy thank you for requesting ily!!!

too much

pairing: sub/brat!Eren x brat tamer!fem bodied reader

content: Eren’s an asshole, established relationship, ruined orgasms, oral (f and m receiving), humiliation/degradation kink, minors DNI.

wc: 3.5k

notes: this is unedited I literally just wrote this up as fast as I could bc this ask drove me WILD

Your fists were clenched at your sides, fingernails digging crescents on the inside of your palms, knuckles white. You were stomping through your shared living room with your boyfriend, curses and swears leaving your lips. Eren had managed to piss you completely off, feelings of humiliation and frustration fueling the fire coursing through your veins.

It all started earlier this morning, waking up next to your sleepy boyfriend, kissing his cheek sweetly. Your half naked bodies wrapped together in a cocoon of blankets, hair messy and eyelids heavy. Usually, Eren would stir awake and return your kisses with enthusiasm, but he had cracked a single eye open this morning, frowned and grumbled, and pushed you off of him. You had pouted, feeling rejected, and immediately flung yourself out of the bed to get ready for the day. When Eren had finally woken up, joining you in your shared bathroom as you brushed your teeth, he made no effort to console you. He saw the wrinkles on your forehead as your eyebrows furrowed together, a tell all sign for what you were feeling. He simply brushed past you, grabbing his own toothbrush and standing right beside you as if he hadn’t been so recklessly ignorant of you.

When the two of you had spit and gargled mouthwash, he cleared his throat, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips, “What’s your deal?”

Your eyes flickered to him for a brief second, and you rolled your eyes and stomped off back to your bedroom to get dressed. Fuck him, if he wanted to start the day off so sour, he was going to get the same attitude back.

Eren followed behind you, smirk still growing, “You’re mad I pushed you away this morning, aren’t you?”

“So you did it on purpose?” you couldn’t hide the hurt in your voice, back facing him as you searched through your closet. You really had intended to ignore Eren for a while, letting him stew in your cold shoulder treatment, but he always knew how to crawl under your skin and get a rise out of you.

“Just wanted to see how you’d react,” he teased, coming directly behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder, arms crossed on his bare chest. “I was right.”

Fury licked flames up your throat and you stepped forward, throwing your boyfriend off balance. You didn’t want to play whatever game he was trying to set up, you had things to do today besides bend to Eren’s will. Hearing his response, it drove motivation into the pits of your mind that Eren was not going to get a reaction out of you anymore today.

However, he had other plans.

Today has been your day off from work and school, as well as Eren’s day off. The plan was to straighten up the house, invite your friends over in the evening and order pizza. Nothing too crazy or over the top, just a nice relaxing day.

Things didn’t quite work out that way. After the two of you had gotten dressed and made breakfast, every single time you tried to clean an object, Eren would somehow get in the way. He pulled books of the bookcase and left them on the floor or any surface he could find, managed somehow to fill the sink with dirty dishes, not rinsing them off to put in the dishwasher, and found every article of clothing between the two of you to toss on the bedroom floor. The hour long cleaning session had turned into the entire day, long enough that you had to text your friends that tonight wasn’t going to work out.

Because every time you made progress in your small home, Eren would find another thing that got added to the list. As much as it infuriated you, mostly because Eren was supposed to be helping you, you couldn’t let it phase you. No, you knew he was trying to piss you off. You weren’t going to crack under his pressure, not give him the satisfaction of seeing you wound up and upset.

The last straw had snapped when he walked into the living room, seeing you pick up the last book he had thrown on the floor, and opened his stupid mouth.

“Aren’t you supposed to be cleaning?” Eren spat. “This house is a complete disaster.”

Your eyes flickered incredulously to the wall clock, six o’clock it had read, your entire day wasted away, “Are you fucking serious right now?”

You searched for a hint of playfulness in his expression, seeing nothing but his stone cold eyes piercing into you as he spoke without hesitation, “I’m entirely fucking serious. How are we supposed to have company over if you can’t clean a fucking house?”

“Already cancelled,” you fumed, standing up from your crouched position, leaving the book on the floor. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?”

“You. What? Do you need me to use your name at every sentence whenever I talk to you?” Eren kept edging, a feel of gratification consuming him upon learning his friends weren’t coming over anymore. “How am I supposed to marry someone who can’t fucking clean?”

You felt sharp pangs of hurt in your chest, eyes losing their spark, “Eren, that’s mean. Why are you being so mean today?”

He had only smirked, reveling in your mood switch. In the silence shared then, he announced he was getting a bath, he had such a hard working day and wanted to relax. He had left you in the living room alone, and you felt the anger inside of you bubble up, threatening to go over. You snapped, heading straight to the bathroom where you could hear the flow of water into the tub stop.

The door slammed against the wall as you threw it opened, seeing Eren jump slightly at the impact. His hair flowed down to his shoulders, arms stretched out against the rim of the tub, and in any other situation you’d be crawling into the water with him. He’d be so sweet about it too, bringing you to his chest and giving you kisses while you giggled at the attention. Hell, he’d probably even shower you in compliments and appreciation. Not today though, his eyes hardened as you stopped right in front of him.

“Out, now,” you ordered through clenched teeth. You could hear Eren’s breath kick up, but he didn’t move. “Are you deaf? Get out, now, Eren.”

His body moved before his mouth could protest, standing stark naked in the shin deep water. You could see the steam rise off of his skin, your eyes trailed downwards. Although soft, his dick was still impressive, but the longer you stared at the fleshy member, it twitched and rose a bit. You quirked an eyebrow, realization dawning on you. Oh, so this was why Eren was acting like this today?

You made eye contact with him then, his legs shifting over the rim of the tub, before standing directly in front of you. Your hand whipped up to the back of Eren’s head, fisting his hair, and yanking his head back, exposing every line and vein and bulge in his throat.

“This what you wanted? Wanted to get me all angry so I could take it out on you?” Eren’s dick was rock solid, giving you a physical answer, but you still needed the verbal one, “Answer me.”

“Yes,” he choked out, and his Adam’s apple bobbed along his throat.

“Well it fucking worked. I have half a mind to leave you here, like this, to take care of yourself,” you pulled his hair further, a gasp leaving his parted lips.

“No, please, don’t,” Eren’s voice came out whiny as he begged. You smirked, although he wasn’t able to see it as his eyes faced directly up to the ceiling.

“You’re going to drain this tub,” you began to instruct, tilting his head so his eyes trailed to your hard set ones. “And then you’re going to dry off, and go lay flat on your back on the bed. Do you understand me?”

He nodded feverently, happy you released your grip as his neck had begun to ache. You smoothed that same hand over his jaw, feeling the stubble underneath your fingertips, “Good boy.”

Eren set to work quickly, giddy with excitement. This had been his plan all along, to get you riled up enough to take it out on him. Genuinely, Eren hadn’t meant to start this at all today. When you had kissed him awake, he was having a really good dream he didn’t want to wake up from quite then, and hadn’t meant to push you away. Upon seeing your sad pout, followed by a flicker of anger in your orbs, something stirred within Eren. He began to question, just how far could he push you until you caved in?

Eren didn’t stick around to watch the tub fully drain, he was dried off and on the bed just as you had requested. You leaned against the wall, clad only in your bra and panties, and you watched him with hungry eyes as he followed your every instruction. Your boyfriend was a beautiful man, every part of him intriguing and gorgeous to you. He looked like a Greek God, arms and legs spread out, the subtle light from your bedside lamps casting shadows across his abs and into the V of his pelvis. Eren had a beautiful cock as well, thick and long and veiny, it sat perched on his lower abdomen, twitching as you pushed yourself off the wall to loom over your man.

“Look at you,” you mused, letting a dark chuckle vibrate from your chest. “You’re already hard and I haven’t even touched you yet. You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you baby?”

“Yes,” he answered. The skin on his cock was so taut and tight, feeling somewhat light headed as all the blood was rushed to his member.

“You know I’m going to have to punish you, right? For being so mean to me today?” you batted your eyelashes, crawling on to the bed, sitting on your knees by his side, refusing to touch him just yet.

“I know,” Eren whined, trying to reach out to touch your thigh only to be met with the harsh slap of your palm. “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not,” you cooed in false security, brushing Eren’s hair out of his beautiful face. “But that’s okay, you’re gonna’ make it up to me, right now.”

You traced the outline of Eren’s plump lips, resting your forehead against his as you muttered in your darkest voice, “I’m taking away your right to touch me. Convince me you’re sorry, and maybe I’ll reconsider.”

Eren squirmed under the heat of your words, eyes darting across your face for a hint of a lie, of hesitation. He found nothing, only the glimmer of lust in your eyes as you gazed down at him. Your fingers pushed past his soft lips, and he needed no instruction to latch on and suck. If this was the only touch he would get of you, your fingers pumping into his mouth, scissoring his tongue, he’d take it all so greedily to make you regret putting these rules in place. He never broke eye contact, curling and circling his tongue between your pointer and middle fingers, imagining they were the divine petals between your thighs. You were doing the same, feeling the gush of arousal slicken you. You tapped his tongue, signaling a release. He parted his now swollen lips easily, eyes pleading.

“Can I kiss you at least?” Eren rasped, his hands twitching at his sides.

“No,” you placed a contrasting sweet kiss to his forehead in your dark tone. “That would be touching, sweetheart.”

Eren held back a whine, knowing it was futile. He was simply going to have to lay there, and take whatever punishment he had coming, unable to escape it or bring you pleasure amongst it all. If there was a glimmer of hope, it was crushed as he felt your face travel down to his neck. You were in complete control, just as Eren had wanted.

You sucked and licked at his throat, your dry hand coming up to squeeze what skin you weren’t kissing. You trailed your lips down, kissing his entire torso. As much as you wanted to spend the time working Eren up, you had ideas swirling in your head. Eren had no patience with you today, so you weren’t going to have patience with him. Besides, it was sort of cruel to not pay immediate attention to his swollen cock.

Your hand slicked in his saliva wrapped around the base of his length, a sharp intake of breath heard from Eren’s lips. It came out shaky as you began to pump, his precum oozing from his tip and meeting the warm wetness of your fingers. You twisted your hand up and down, beginning to feel the moisture rub away, his spit drying. This was no good, and you continued to kiss down his stomach until your lips met the head of his reddened cock. He hissed as you spat on it, hand spreading it all over. Your tongue slipped past your lips, kitten licking at his tip. Eren couldn’t think straight, and he settled his hands above him to try and keep his grip as far away from you as he could.

It was nearly impossible to not grab your hair and slam you down as your sweet lips parted and you began to suck his fat tip. Eren succeeded though, knuckles white gripping pillows, and he heaved out a groan. You swiped your tongue along his slit, tastebuds soaking up his salty precum. You prodded in just a little bit, sending a shiver up Eren’s spine. Your hand still doing most of the work, you thought you’d up the game by throwing your other hand in the mix. Eren let out a high pitched moan, throwing his head back at the onslaught of attention.

“It’s so fucking cruel I can’t touch you,” he whined yet again, craning his neck to meet your eyes.

You popped your mouth from his head, “I guess I’m going to be downright evil after what I’m about to do.”

Before Eren could respond, your hands moved to his thighs and his cock was swallowed into the back of your throat. He couldn’t stop the noises he was making as you bobbed your head unbelievably fast, sucking him more and more until your nose buried into the neatly kept curls above his shaft. You were trying your hardest not to gag, your throat entirely full, and Eren was trying his hardest not to cum on impact. You pulled back a bit, tears blinked back from your eyes, and returned a single hand to work what you couldn’t reach.

Eren’s thighs tightened, his breathing hitching, “Fuck, I’m getting so close.”

At this reveal, your pace only quickened, full intentions of bringing him to his utmost height. Your cheeks sucked harder, tongue lapping the underside of his length, and you were covered in your own spit. Sloppy and messy, just how Eren liked it. How you seemed to like it, as well.

“Right there, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Eren called out alongside your name, hips bucking into your mouth. Your other hand met the swell of his balls, feeling them tighten up as his release was right there. As Eren let out the first whine to signal his climax, you yanked your hands away and slipped your mouth off with a pop.

He spasmed, too far gone to stop. His dick stood tall, shooting his load onto his stomach, throbbing so hard and so uncomfortably that tears rolled down Eren’s cheeks. You had ruined his orgasm. His cock was leaking clear fluid, his body frustrated with the lack of contact, entirely unsatisfied. His jaw slacked open, eyebrows furrowed as he gazed at you in disbelief.

“That’s what you get for trying to piss me off all day,” you growled, wiping the spit from your mouth with the back of your hand. “Stay right there, Eren.”

You got off the bed, reaching into your bedside table to pull out two objects — a tiny vibrator and a suit tie. You yanked Eren’s hands up, tying them to your headboard. You undressed yourself quickly, revealing your naked body to Eren’s greedy eyes. His dick hadn’t softened, still painfully erect and needy as he subconsciously bucked into the air. You didn’t comment, knowing how bad Eren wanted you and your attention back to his pulsating member. You threw your thighs around his neck, straddling the lower half of his face.

“You want me to touch you?” Eren nodded, tears still pooling in the corners of his eyes. “Make me cum, and I’ll return the favor.”

Easy enough, Eren thought, lolling his tongue out for you to place your glistening folds on. You sat down fully, letting out a moan as your hips circled his mouth, your hands latched into his hair. Eren heard the soft click of the vibrator in your hands, and moved his south south, knowing exactly what it was you were searching for.

You gasped as his tongue penetrated your tight hole, walls fluttering around his wet muscle as you slid the vibrator right up to your clit. If Eren had only had his hands, you wouldn’t need that little toy to satisfy you. He’d be doing all the work, bringing you all your pleasure up to your climax. All Eren’s work, but you didn’t want him to have that satisfaction.

Because this was you, and you were in full control, there was absolutely no point in teasing yourself. You were rewarding yourself, Eren just happened to be a part of the ride, literally. You thought of all the mean words he had said to you today, all the teases and inconveniences. Your hand in his hard gripped harder, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood as you tried to level your moans.

“You pissed me off so fucking bad today,” your head was thrown back as Eren fucked you with his tongue, your hips pressing down harder. “You were so mean. Now look at you, pathetic. Letting me fuck your face like the little brat you are.”

Eren felt his cock twitch, feeling similar waves of humiliation you had felt today. He knew better than to speak, instead, thrusting his tongue even harder into your entrance to show his response. You were right, he had wanted to feel completely powerless under your wrath, wanted you to use him as if he was disposable, to punish him. When he felt your hand leave his hair, feeling the harsh sting of a slap on his chest behind your ass, he was grateful. This is all he wanted, tears brought to his eyes in pure joy.

Your nails dug into his peck, your orgasm fast approaching, “Oh my God, you’re such a good boy, keep going. Oh fuck, Eren I’m about to cum.”

Eren felt pure pride and love swell in his body, ruined by a cold chill of blinding pleasure. No, no, he was not going to cum with no contact, surely? His scrotum tightened, eyes slamming shut. You were going to be livid when you saw the mess he was creating.

Eren’s cock shot thick white ropes into your back, yes, from that far away. It was just all too much, the degradation, it was like your words had been stroking him up the entire time. His body vibrated, but he forced his eyes to open to watch you fall apart above him.

Your wrist flicked fast with the vibrator in hand, feeling your walls clench and tip over the edge. You screamed breathlessly, pushing your entire lower half into Eren’s mouth. Eren could feel the tingle of your toy against his nose, a small goofy smile on his lips as he thought of how funny it would be if he sneezed. You pulled it away quickly though, mind coming back together as you began to worry about how hard you had pushed into his face. Your orgasm slowed, walls contracting at a much lazier pace, and you lifted your hips.

“Good boy,” you praised, eyes full of love as you reached up to untie his hands. “You did such a good job, baby.”

You hadn’t noticed what Eren had done until you felt a cold brush against your lower back and ass. You hand circled around, feeling the wet sticky spots, and your jaw dropped.

“Eren, did you cum from just eating me out?”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he was pleading, shying away from your widened eyes. “Was too much.”

Eren thought you would’ve been furious, instead, a soft laugh echoed in your chest. You moved off of him, laying on your stomach to place a sweet kiss to his lips. He eagerly returned it, happiness tickling throughout his entire body. When you pulled away, you rested your head on his shoulder while his arms circled your waist.

“That’s the hottest thing ever,” you admitted, curling a strand of his hair in your finger.

“I’m going to piss you off more often,” Eren joked lightly, kissing the tip of your nose. “I like this side of you.”

“Please, Eren, don’t. Next time you want me to top, just fucking ask me.”

LACHERI © 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations. this is my only account.

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“Whipped Cream” - Part 2 | Nanami Kento fem!reader

♡ ♡ ♡ description: Taking cooking classes seemed like a nice way to relax and sharpen your skills, too bad the teacher hates you.

♡ ♡ ♡ warnings: explicit content not suitable for minors, nothing graphic but please be advised, light swearing

♡ ♡ ♡ notes: Here's part 2! Things are starting to move in the right direction. Nothing too explicit though, part 3 will be the first real reason. Hope you enjoy and as always, please forgive any errors and mistakes.

♡ ♡ ♡ previous parts: Part 1

♡ ♡ ♡ word count: 3.4k

The second the doors of the elevator opened you dashed out, your eyes glancing nervously at your hand watch. Your weekly meeting had lasted longer than expected and now you were running late for your cooking class. You couldn’t wait to add another reason for that jerk to pick on you.

As you hurried through the lobby, the receptionist that you met on Monday noticed you and offered a sympathetic smile.

“Good afternoon! Nanami-sensei forgot some documents so he went back to fetch them from his car, you should hurry up before he returns.”

“Thank you!” You grinned at her and quickened your pace towards your classroom. It was good to know that not every staff member here was a devil in disguise.

You practically barged inside the room and for a second everyone looked at you with hopeful eyes, only to shift into disappointment when they realized it wasn’t Nanami. Or was it perhaps the fact that they all hoped you’d quit and they wouldn’t be forced to deal with you anymore.

Ignore them, this time around you wouldn’t lose your temper and become another subject for them to gossip about when the class was over.

With that thought in mind, and hopeless positivity, you scanned the room and realized that your previous working space had been occupied already. The only free space was at the very front row, near Nanami’s desk. Strange, you were sure that was probably the most sought out station, seeing how close you’d be to the chef.

You pushed your worries to the side and took out your apron from the bag before putting it on. Only a few seconds later the door opened again and Nanami stepped inside.

“Good afternoon and sorry for being late.” He offered a small apologetic smile and deep inside you thought that he was actually really pleasant to look at when he wasn’t criticizing your existence.

The smile vanished quickly when his eyes landed on you and you kicked yourself for finding him attractive just a few second earlier.

“Miss Y/n, as you probably noticed, I’ve moved your seat in front of my desk. After the events from last time, I need to supervise you attentively.”

You fought back the urge to argue, knowing full well that this is what he was looking for. Obviously today was a test of patience, to see how much he could push your buttons until you’d explode.

“Oh I don’t mind, Nanami-san.”

“I would like you to address me as Nanami-sensei or chef Nanami during classes.”

“Of course, Nanami-san.”

He shot you and angry look but you beamed at him innocently. You had told your friend that it would me a miracle if he didn’t kill by the end of the week but now your execution seemed right around the corner.

“Let’s start today’s lesson.” Everyone took out their phones and placed them on their working station.

“Today we’ll be making Paris Brest, it’s a very popular French desert. I’ve sent you the list of ingredients and instructions on the group chat, make sure you read them carefully and if there’s something you don’t understand you have 20 minutes to ask your questions. After that we’ll get started.”

Everyone gave a short nod in reply, well everyone except you. Your hand rose up causing Nanami to arch his brow in annoyance. “Yes, what is it.”

“I’m sorry but I’m not part of the group chat so I don’t have the list of ingredients or instructions.”

“That is, unfortunately for you, not my fault. Yamamoto-san is the admin, it was her idea to stop the waste of paper that we usually printed on in favour of sending everything via chat. You’ll have to talk to her.”

He made a short hand gesture towards one of the older women and you realized with distress that it was the old hag that questioned you during the previous lesson. She didn’t even bother to look up from her phone, like you didn’t even exist.

Fine, no point in begging to be added to some group you didn’t even want to be part of. You were sure you could find some recipes on youtube or something.

As the 20 minutes passed and Nanami began to take questions, your hand went up again but this time he ignored you. You frowned and went back to study the recipe you found. You were going to make this work, you were going to nail this desert and bask in the glory of your achievement.

About an hour and a half later all deserts had been finished and they were now presented to the chef for inspection. Nanami had moved from station to station giving advices to everyone and correcting mistakes here and there. He of course never spared you a glance and you had to admit it was starting to hurt. You didn’t know you craved so much for his approval or was it maybe the fact that it pissed you off to be pushed aside in such a way. At the end of the day you were paying for this course, it seemed unfair to be treated in such a manner.

“Right, let’s see what we have here.” He studied your Paris Brest, probably looking for any mistakes that he could judge. “A bit underdone, the bottom is somewhat soggy.” You bit your tongue and looked at him as he cut a small piece from the desert but didn’t taste it like he did with the rest. “I’ve asked for crème praline but instead you filled it with crème patissiere. Are you perhaps unable to follow instructions?”

“I didn’t have the list of ingredients and I didn’t have your instructions so I had to search for the recipe myself.”

“And I told you to ask Yamamoto-san to add you-”

“No, you said to talk to her as though this wasn’t your responsibility at all! Meanwhile you didn’t bother once to stop by my station and correct me even though you saw I was making custard crème.” Your cheeks turned red from frustration and you clutched your hands in small fists.

“If you don’t plan on teaching me anything then at least have the decency to say so! If I wanted to learn recipes from youtube I would have stayed in the comfort of my home without having to pay a dime for this joke of a class.” So much for keeping a cool head and not letting him get to you.

Nanami was a tall man, you noticed the second he first set foot in the classroom and back in the parking lot when you dropped your key. Yet you didn’t realize just how tall he was, at least compared you, until he was looming over you. His blue eyes had turned icy and his lips had tightened in a small, sharp line, a sign that he was barely keeping his anger in check.

“You will stay after class.” Despite not raising his voice even an octave, he said it in such a strong manner, like a divine command. When your mouth opened he sent you the most chilling glare. “You.will.stay.” With that he returned to his desk and you were left to boil in your frustration.

Class ended in what seemed to be mere seconds and everyone hurried out after saying their good byes, probably not wanting to delay you imminent death.

“Now, let’s talk in my office.” He gestured towards a door just a few feet away from his desk and you followed him as he opened it and stepped inside.

His office was quite impressive and you wondered just how much this school was making for him to afford such luxury. The room had large windows with a nice view of the office buildings in the distance, a solid wooden desk with a black leather chair as well as a couch with a modern looking coffee table. On the walls you could see several certificates and degrees that were framed, probably from all the cooking classes he had taken.

“Please take a seat.” He sat in the leather chair and you sat in from of him, legs crossed and eyes narrowed. Whatever the hell he wanted to discuss it had better be quick, you just wanted to go home and take a hot bath and forget about this miserable day.

“It seems that you are not adjusting well to this course so I will speak to management in order to return your money. No point to continue this if you don’t want to be here.”

“Oh no, you will not make this look like it’s my fault.” You sat up so quickly you thought you sat down on a spring. “You have treated me horrible since the very beginning and now you’re angry that I don’t sit quietly and take your abuse.”

“If you think that not praising you for the disastrous bake you did on Monday, a bake that I might add you half assed the whole time and then proceeded to blame everything except yourself, was too harsh for your sensitive self then it just further proves how unsuited you are for my class.” He sat up as well, his expression mirroring your own. “The class is a joke, the students are a joke, I am a joke. It’s all a big joke to you, the successful business woman who has no time to waste on such a silly course.”

You felt waves of anger washing over you but deep down inside what you felt more was sadness. Sure he was part right about what he said, you did look down on your classmates and you did insult him back then in the parking lot. Still, it wasn’t that you thought so highly of yourself, it was the opposite actually. Your self-doubt sky rocketed when he pointed all the flaws of your cookies and you couldn’t stand the way those women had chuckled gleefully in the background. Of course, you’d rather eat your fist than to admit to all of that.

“I don’t think this class is a joke and I have nothing against my classmates, it’s just that some of them don’t want me here. As for yourself, you’ve treating me differently than the rest of the class so the problem here is you not me.” You crossed your arms and looked at him in a defiant way. “Rather than returning my money, I want to be moved to a different course where someone else will properly teach me.”

He couldn’t have looked more shocked or upset if you had punched him in the face. This must had been for him the ultimate insult, for you to suggest that his teaching was bad and that someone else could do a better job. Truthfully, you weren’t questioning his skill as a teacher, just that you two obviously couldn’t get along. You weren’t sure that the point came across though.

“You insolent little-” He stopped himself and took a deep breath, clearly fighting the urge to strangle you. “You are absolutely impossible to deal with.”

“No, it’s you who just doesn’t know how to deal with me and I have had enough. There is nothing you can teach me.” With that you grabbed your bag in which you had previously stuffed your apron and hurried towards the door. As your hand reached for the knob, you felt his presence behind you and his left hand slammed against the door while his right quickly turned the key to lock it.

You turned to glare at him but as your eyes met his, your words got stuck in your throat. He looked at you with such intensity that it made your body temperature rise.

“I could teach you a lot of things if only you’d learn to keep that little mouth of yours shut.” The way he said things made you think he wasn’t necessarily referring to cooking.

His right hand suddenly reached for the back of your head and he pushed you forward, taking your lips in a hungry kiss. At first you didn’t move, you were too shocked to fully process what was happening. As his tongue slowly began to push against your lips you parted them and gave him full access to your mouth. Your hands reached for his broad shoulders and you instinctively stood on your toes in order to kiss him back.

The kiss only lasted for a few seconds but it felt like a life time when you finally parted. The anger from his eyes had been replaced with what seemed like hunger and he licked his lips making your knees to tremble.

“You could actually pass as cute when you’re not trying to push all my buttons.”

His words were like a wakeup call and your eyes widened at what had just transpired inside his office. He kissed you, but more importantly, you kissed him back! Not only that but you did it with such desire that no amount of denial would get you out of this one.

“Why-Why did you-”

“Because I wanted to.” Just like that, because he wanted to. He trapped you in his office and kissed you just because he wanted to.

He grabbed your wrist, quite gently to your surprise, and began to pull you away from the door.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you silly on the desk, what else.” Your eyes practically popped out of their sockets and you froze in place.

“I’m joking, obviously.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t sound so disappointed.” Your fist aimed for his shoulder but he dodged the punch without a problem. He then sat down on the couch and pulled your body so that you would seat next to him.

“Now then, let’s discuss a few rules if this is to continue.” What exactly was he talking about? What did he think was going to continue?

“Whatever happens in this room stays in this room. Once we’re out the door we’re back to teacher-student relationship and nothing more. You’ll give me your phone number so I can send you further recipes and set up meetings but we’ll never discuss anything that goes on here via messages or calls.”

“And what’s going to happen here?” You asked feelings a mixture or excitement and curiosity wash over you.

“That depends a lot on you.” He gave a little shrug as his hand landed on your thigh and began to smoothly move upward. “Depends on how obedient you are, show me that you want to learn.” You almost found it impossible to breath as his hand began to massage your flesh through the fabric of your pants. Why, why in the world didn’t you wear a skirt today?

“First, I think it’s fair to ask if I should be worried about you seeing someone. I don’t want to ruin a relationship or marriage.”

“I’m not seeing anyone.” After your promotion from last year it had been nearly impossible with your work schedule to form any kind of meaningful relationship and truth be told it was starting to show. God knows how much time had passed since you shared such a deep kiss and you wanted more of that. Even though there was a part of you that worried about what you were getting yourself into, you absolutely needed to feel that light headed again. Also, you knew that what he had offered was just a taste, just a fraction of what he could do to you.

“What about you? Is this something that you do often?” His hand on your thigh tightened and you let out a little whimper.

“I know you have the tendency to always believe the worse of me, but no, I’ve never done this with anyone. All the more reasons to set up clear rules. Obviously I’m also not in a relationship.”

You didn’t question him- he indeed didn’t seem the type to just sleep around with his students. If anything those women from your class would give and arm and a leg just to be here, in his office, sitting on the couch with his hand on their thigh. Yet for some reason, he chose you. The annoying, opinionated one that always rubbed him the wrong. Or maybe, you were actually rubbing the right way.

“I came to the conclusion that the only way for you to behave during my class is if we can take care of some of that pent up frustration you have.” You cheeks coloured red and you hated to admit it but he was right.

“What about you?” Your fingers began to travel provocatively to the growing bulge in his pants but he grabbed you by the wrist before you had the chance to reach your destination. You whined a little but he just chuckled and kissed the inside of your palm.

“Obviously, I’m not immune or I wouldn’t be here, offering to give you extra lessons.” He let go of your hand, his expression turning seriously.

“Before we continue, I need you to agree that you will behave accordingly.” You nodded in agreement, a bit too quick for your liking.

“I want to make it clear that we’ll not be dating. The second your course ends, so will this arrangement. We won’t meet anywhere else except here and once that door is locked you will be obedient. I won’t do anything that you’re uncomfortable with, but I want you to be opened to try new things, do you think you can do that?”

You nodded again finding it almost impossible so seat still. You were both nervous and excited for this little arrangement and you couldn’t wait to get started.

“Good, one last thing that we need to set straight.” He grabbed your waist and manoeuvred your body until you were sitting in his lap, his hand gripping your chin so he could look straight in your eyes.

“Inside this room you’ll address me as sensei or sir, none of that Nanami-san bullshit you pulled earlier. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes...sir.”

“Good girl.” He offered you a low chuckle and a light smack on your ass. You were absolutely desperate for more of his touch and seeing the need in your eyes, he pulled you in for another deep kiss.

As his tongue explored your mouth, your hips moved against his and his hands gripped your waist in order to stop the friction. He pulled away and looked at you in a threatening way.

“Don’t be greedy, your lessons haven’t started yet.” You wanted to protest but you were also afraid that he would end this before it even had the chance to start.

His slowly unbuttoned the first two buttons of your shirt and let his mouth fall on the swelling of your breast. He licked the flesh and nibbled, making your head fall back in pleasure.

“N-Nanami-sensei.” You mewled his name and he smiled against your breast. After a few more seconds he pulled away, admiring his work. The first mark he had left on your body and the promise of many more.

“Up you go.” He gave you another light smack on your bottom and with trembling legs you moved away from his lap.

“The next meeting will be and Saturday, to make up for the time you wasted today.” You frowned slightly, wondering how you’ll be able to resists until the weekend.

“Don’t make that face, I promise to give you and extra reward if you do well during Friday’s lesson.”

Your expression turned into an excited one and he laughed whole heartedly. “You’re so easy to read.”

With that, your little discussion had come to an end. He unlocked the door of his office and you stepped outside, practically waltzing through the classroom, down the hallway and through the lobby. The nice receptionist asked you something but you couldn’t register anything that she was saying so you just smiled like an idiot and waved her goodbye.

As the elevator door closed, a part of you began to worry about what you were getting yourself into. You weren’t a reckless person and you knew what scandal this could cause if you were caught. Still, it was even more dangerous for Nanami who could risk getting fired, so you had to trust that he knew what he was doing. All worries aside, on Saturday you were going to wear a damn skirt.

[metallicarchaea]

petrichor - n. the pleasant, earthy smell after rain (miles upshur x blake langermann)

Traveling down the empty road, Blake stared outside the passenger seat window at the mountains of Colorado. It had been awhile since Blake had seen another car on the road or even a house on the empty land beside them. He listened to the soft patter of rain as it hit the hardcover of the Jeep’s roof, zoning in on the sound of the raindrops over the muffled radio. Shifting his legs, the taller man groaned as he failed to find any comfort. Blake never understood Miles's obsession with his Jeep. Although Miles was only barely shorter than Blake, a difference that seemed insignificant, he never seemed to complain about the lack of room inside of his cherry colored car. After sitting for hours, Blake couldn't help but grimace every time he attempted to move or stretch out. Failing to find any comfort, he shifted his gaze to face Miles. The younger man seemed teased, however, given the circumstances of what they joked was their extensive road trip it wasn't a surprise. Miles had been focused on the road, his thumbs rubbing against the leather of the car's steering wheel impatiently. Blake knew how antsy Miles must be, forced to sit within a car for hours each day, either driving non-stop or stuck sitting quietly in the passenger seat. In college, it took ages for Miles to finally settle down and get to work on something. His mind was always racing and staying on task was difficult for the younger man. Blake couldn't count the number of times he sat there with Miles, making sure he stayed on task as he studied or wrote a new assignment for journalism.

“Miles, do you need me to drive? You look like you’re starting to drift off” Blake spoke in a concerned manner. He had been driving for what felt like hours without taking a single break and Blake knew he was starting to get too tired to even attempt to hide it.

Miles glanced at the other then swiftly focused back on the road and hummed. “Nope, I’m fine. I wouldn’t want to hear you constantly complaining while driving anyway.”

“I’m serious, Miles. You’ve been driving for hours and I know you’re tired. Why don’t you just-“

”Langermann, don’t even finish that. You know we can’t stop. Regardless, I’m fine.” Miles spoke quickly and Blake knew he was attempting to end the conversation there. Blake was well aware of how impossible it was to change Miles’s mind about something and he knew this was one of those cases.

He sighed and turned back towards the view of the mountains. Despite the gray sky, the mountains were as beautiful as ever and Blake wished he could have seen them in a better circumstance. He watched as the raindrops moved down the window, remembering a time when his only concern was which raindrop would race to the bottom of the window fastest. The movement of Miles’s hand in the corner of his eye brought back his attention. He watched as the other rubbed the temple of his head with his right hand, grimacing as he did so. Despite Miles’s shut down of the conversation earlier, Blake decided to be persistent.

”Miles are you sure you’re ok? Do you have a headache? I think it would be best to pull over for just a minute.”

“It’s just- fuck, I don’t know.” He sighed and looked back over at Blake, lowering his hand and resting it on the middle console. “It’s just, you know, the buzzing sound. But I should be fine, it’s not like I’m not used to it by now.”

Blake knew what Miles’s was trying to say but couldn’t. He’s seen Miles’s suffering from headaches and much worse from that thing. Most of the time, Miles would attempt to hide it from Blake. If it weren’t for spending years with him when they were both younger he wouldn’t have been able to tell the other was in pain. In most cases, the pain was small and temporary like the headache he had currently. Regardless of how minor Miles pretended it to be, Blake still knew he was in pain. Despite his poor attitude towards any help, Blake knew he needed to stop Miles before his headache turned into something worse.

“Miles, pullover.” Blake demanded, getting a quick glare from the other. “I mean it, I don’t want you passing out behind the wheel and getting us both killed.” Miles opened his mouth, ready to protest the likelihood of his own death before being stopped by Blake. “I’m serious!”

”Fine! Just calm down I’m pulling over.” Miles pulled the car into a patch of grass on the side of the road, slowing down until he reached a stop and put the car into park. He crossed his arms as he turned to face Blake. "Happy?" He looked pissed, his headache clearly spiking in pain as he raised his voice at the other man. It was difficult to convince Miles to do anything he didn't want to and although he would pretend to be upset at Blake, he knew he couldn’t stay mad at him for too long. It couldn't hurt anyone to get out and stretch for just a few minutes. By the time Miles's was done sitting in his own angry silence, the raindrops had stopped falling. The younger man had calmed down now, his shoulders looking more loose than they had minutes earlier. The windshield wipers came to a halt as Miles turned the key of his car, the engine dying as he placed the keys on the flat surface at the top of the dashboard. "Well, if you are getting out you should go now that it's stopped raining. I wouldn't want a soaking wet Langermann ruining the seats of my car."

"Look that was one time! It wasn't my fault that you were the only person who could come pick me up out of the rain!" Blake laughed and nudged Miles's arm, catching the other man's quick smile. "Besides, I think I'd rather suffer the wrath of messing up your car than Lynn's. She would have forced me to sleep on the couch for weeks if I had ruined the interior of it." His laughter quieted as he thought of her. Miles watched as Blake's mind trailed off and quickly reacted.

"C'mon, let's get some fresh air now before you go crazy stuck inside here." Miles reached over and squeezed his hand with a soft smile. He unbuckled himself and opened the car door, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. The familiar scent of petrichor brought a scent of comfort to the two men as they stepped out of the Jeep, stretching out their legs the first chance they got. Despite protesting the idea, Miles's did find it nice to be able to move after driving for so long. Although the buzzing in his head was still present, the sweet scent of the rainy afternoon calmed his mind for just a moment. He walked over to Blake, standing beside the man as he looked off into the distance. The mountains were beginning to poke out from behind the dark gray clouds, showing off the beauty of the Colorado wilderness. Despite having driven through the area multiple times, Miles had never taken the opportunity to stop and stare at the scene before him. He felt the pressure of an empty palm on his back and turned his head to face Blake.

"So is it my turn to drive now or what?"

originally posted on ao3 

[svedone-writes]

it was always you | t.h. | year one, part two

pictures from the esquire china shoot and the man about town shoot, others are stock/public domain, moodboard created by me!

series masterlist

series summary: tom holland is your boy next door–well, technically, he’s the boy across the hall, but that’s not important. what isimportant is that you’re now in college, the perfect time to branch out and try something new. tom is the perfect way to do that: he’s attractive, funny, kind, caring–and unfortunately, not into you…or so you think.

chapter summary:  the aftermath of your confession. tom isn’t great at making good decisions.

warnings: mentioned underage alcohol usage, minor swearing

word count: 3k

author’s note: please read my recent psa about this series! in summary, parts going forward are going to be a lot shorter than the first one and “year one, part three” may be postponed a week. my psa gives a full explanation! also, someone asked about a tag list--since this series updates at the same time every week, i probably won’t do a taglist. however, in the future for blurbs/new series/whatever, i would definitely be open to one, so let me know if you’d like to be on that! 

anyway, enjoy, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! big thank you to those who have given me feedback so far :)

you woke up with a slightly pounding head. sunlight was poking through the curtains that were haphazardly pulled across the window. when the light met your barely-open eyes, you groaned in protest and fumbled for your phone to see what time it was.

right when you saw that it was noon, a knock sounded at your door. “____? you awake?” came tom’s muffled voice. the sound of his voice brought memories of the previous night rushing to the forefront of your brain: meeting henry, tom walking you home, and most embarrassingly, your drunken confession. “____, if you don’t answer the door i’m gonna think you’re dead and steal all your stuff.” you smiled at that despite the hollow ache in your chest—everything was about to be different between the two of you, and you weren’t ready to lose him completely. you figured that your relationship with tom would now be awkward and strained, and soon enough you two would grow part. it was almost too much to bear.

he knocked again. “alright, alright, i’m getting up,” you called back to him as you slowly shifted out of bed. standing up made your headache substantially worse, and it took all your effort to answer the door instead of just climbing back into bed.

when you finally opened the door, tom grinned before immediately looking concerned. “wow, no offense, but you look like shit.”

“thanks, tom, really appreciate that,” you whispered with your eyes closed in an effort to block out the fluorescent hall lights. “anyway, what did you wake me up for?”

he shuffled awkwardly. “uh, well first i just wanted to see how you were doing.”

“awful. next question.”

“and second…how much of last night do you remember? you were pretty drunk.”

you stilled. maybe this was your chance to pretend last night had never happened. but then again…lying to tom wouldn’t be much better—but at least you’d still have him. “not much, to be honest,” you finally said. “i remember getting to the party and meeting…henry, i think his name was? then i remember having a few shots, and from there my memory gets kind of fuzzy.”

tom’s shoulders drooped slightly. “oh. so you—you don’t remember me taking you home?”

why does he sound so sad? you shook your head, your heart already heavy with the lie. “no, sorry. but thank you for doing that.”

he nodded and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “got it. well i…i’ll leave you to it, then.” he turned around to head back into his room. “hope you feel better,” he mumbled before his door clicked shut, leaving you to stand their confused and alone.

you moved back into your room and shut the door behind you. sleep sounded incredibly inviting, but it was already halfway through the day, and you had a few assignments that you needed to complete. after a quick shower, you brought your things into the floor lounge and began working. as you went through some of your assignments, you thought back to the conversation with tom—how he had immediately deflated once you lied and said you didn’t remember him taking you home. was tom that upset that you didn’t remember telling him how much you liked him? why? you reached a startling conclusion: perhaps tom did feel the same way about you. but that doesn’t matter much know, does it? you thought to yourself. he has a girlfriend.

about a half hour into your work, the door to the lounge slowly opened and tom poked his head in. “i thought you might be in here.” he said as he walked into the lounge all the way. his backpack was slung across his shoulder. “d’you mind if i sit with you?”

“of course not.” you replied. tom made his way over and plopped down in the seat across from you. immediately, you felt the guilt of your earlier lie resurfacing, making your chest draw tight. you were so caught up in the feeling that you almost didn’t notice the eye contact you were maintaining with tom—almost. he was looking at you, his chin resting on his hand, with a slightly pinched expression, like there was something he was dying to tell you but couldn’t quite figure out to say. it soon softened the longer you looked at each other, though, as if tom couldn’t bear to be upset with you for too long. a strange tension was beginning to build, not unlike the night he had asked you about your biggest fear and the two of you had almost kissed.

once again, the moment was broken by a buzzing phone—this time, however, it was yours. you quickly fumbled to check what it was. “sorry, it’s just henry.”

his once-soft expression hardened. “the guy from the party last night?” you nodded, and tom scoffed. “what does he want?”

“just asking to see how i’m feeling,” you answered distractedly as you typed out a response.

you: i’m doing fine, a bit of a headache but nothing major. you?

after a few moments he texted back.

henry: i’m fine. according to you i’m an alcoholic heavyweight, remember?

you laughed a little at that before setting your phone down and looking back at tom, who looked much more pissed off than he had been moments ago. “do you like him?” he bit out.

“wow, tom, so blunt,” you attempted to joke with him. once he didn’t laugh, you continued more seriously. “gosh, i don’t know, i just met him last night. i like to get to know people before i decide anything.” not that you had known tom for very long before becoming completely infatuated with him, but you’d never tell him that (while sober, at least). “he did seem like a really nice guy, though. really funny.”

“from what you remember.” he refused to make eye contact with you, instead looking over his textbook, which you could tell he wasn’t really reading.

“yes, tom, from what i remember.”

tom sighed and finally looked up at you again. “i’m sorry, it’s just that from an outside perspective he seems like a creep. but it is what it is.” tom returned to his textbook nonchalantly, trying to signal that the conversation was over.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you furrowed your eyebrows and waited for an explanation. tom continued reading silently, making it clear that he wasn’t going to give you one. “fine, then. how’s emma?” you asked, a little harsher than intended. “did she like the fact that you left her at a party to walk another girl home?”

tom snapped his textbook shut. “that’s really none of your business, is it?”

“then neither is henry!”

“that’s different.”

“how is it different, tom? god, friends aren’t supposed to act like this.” you started angrily putting your things away.

“oh, and how are they supposed to act then? enlighten me.” you definitely didn’t like his condescending tone. this entire argument was making you reconsider your entire friendship with tom—maybe it wasn’t as strong as you had thought. and maybe your infatuation with him was just that: infatuation.

but then you remembered all the times you had talked, whispering to each other in class or joking about anything and everything but always being able to have serious conversations about your hopes and dreams. you thought about the smiles he would give you, some blinding and some soft or understanding, and you deflated, much less angry than before. “i don’t really want to argue with you, tom. sorry i even said anything.” you grabbed your now packed bag and headed back to your room, resolving to do your homework there instead.

the next day, you were standing in the middle of your room, backpack slung over your shoulder. your usual sunday studying with tom would’ve started in about 5 minutes, but a few things were keeping you from just heading over to the lounge: first, there wasn’t a quiz this week in your calculus class because of your midterm the previous week. then there was your argument with tom…you had apologized, but he hadn’t. you weren’t even sure if he wanted to speak to you at the moment; for some unidentifiable reason, he was both angry and upset with you.

your train of thought was broken by a knocking at your door. quickly placing your backpack on the floor, you moved to open the door and were surprised at the sight of tom. “hey, i, uh,” he held up a bag of your favorite candy and some popcorn, plus a pack of your favorite drink. “i thought maybe since there’s not a quiz this week, we could watch a movie instead?” tom then smiled apologetically. “i also wanted to…well, i’m sorry for being such an ass lately.”

“that’s an understatement.” you flatly responded despite the smile on your face. tom winced before noticing your happy expression and quickly gave a shy smile. “that sounds lovely, tom.” you opened the door wider to allow him to come in. “by the way, where did you even find that candy? they don’t have it in any of the vending machines on campus.”

tom hopped up on your bed and settled in as he answered. “i walked to the grocery store. that’s where i got the drinks, too.”

you stopped in your tracks. “the grocery store is almost a half hour walk from campus.”

“and?”

“you walked that far to get me candy?”

he shrugged and replied, “it’s your favorite,” as if that explained everything behind it.

you sat beside him on your bed after grabbing your laptop from your bag. “well…thank you. no one’s ever done something like that for me before.”

tom simply shrugged again, happily munching on the popcorn he had brought while he waited for you to pick out a movie. you finally settled on one of your favorites. as it began playing, you realized just how bright your room’s lights were, and you huffed in annoyance before pausing the movie. “hold on, i gotta turn the light off.”

you started to shimmy off of the bed, but tom beat you to it. “don’t move, i got it.” smiling, you settled back into the bed and waited for him to turn the lights off and rejoin you before starting the movie again. as the movie began, you wrapped yourself up in your comforter. tom looked at you with a pout. “am i not allowed in the blanket?”

“nope,” you responded, popping the “p” loudly. “this is what you get for being a jerk to me yesterday.” tom pouted even harder, and you giggled at his expression until he started trying to wrestle the blanket from your grip. “hey!”

tom quickly moved your laptop off the bed so it wouldn’t be accidently knocked off. “you’ve brought this on yourself,” was all he said before doubling his efforts to rip the blanket away. you were breathless with laughter, just barely being able to fight off his attack and keeping the blanket wrapped around you. tom was grinning, too, and you wished you could stay in this moment forever, with both of you laughing and simply happy to spend time together. “____, if you don’t let me in the blanket, im gonna tickle you.”

“how do you know that i’m ticklish?”

“you told me during the second week of school.”

“wow, so you’d betray what i told you in confidence just to get the blanket?”

tom smiled, a devilish glint in his eyes, and threateningly raised his hands. “yup.” he then began his assault, his fingers dancing up and down your sides. the blanket fell from your body, but tom did nothing to stop his assault to grab it.

your laughter continued as you tried (and failed) to swat his hands away from your torso. “tom!” you managed to shout in between laughs. “you—are so—evil!” finally, you grasped his wrists and held them away triumphantly—until he flicked his hands and was suddenly pinning your wrists above your head, pushing you into laying down.

he was hovering just above you when he whispered, “am i still evil, love?” you could tell he meant it to come across as a playful mockery, but because he had whispered, it came out soft and gentle.

you lightly shook your head in response, all thoughts of the blanket and movie forgotten. your gaze slowly roamed over tom’s face and drank in just how vulnerable he looked. his hair, which was normally styled, was draped across his forehead, a few of his loose curls sticking to his forehead with sweat. his cheeks were red, and his chest was slightly heaving from exertion—and possibly the position you were currently in. you met his gaze again, and your breath caught in your throat when you realized his expression seemed to be pleading with you, like he was offering his heart in his hands and was asking you to never break it. his eyes flickered to your lips for a brief moment, and before your mind could even remind you that tom had a girlfriend, he leaned down slowly until his lips just barely brushed yours, waiting for your permission. his nose was resting against yours, and you squeezed your eyes shut at how soft this entire moment was. you were about to move up to meet his lips and—

—there was a loud thump on your door. tom released your wrists and jerked backward so fast he almost whacked his head on the wall. “____!” zendaya called from the hallway. “could you open the door? my hands are kind of full.”

you cleared your throat. “yeah, just a sec!” you hurriedly hopped down from your bed and closed your laptop before opening the door.

zendaya grinned. “hey, roomie!” she happily walked into the room but faltered once she saw tom sitting disheveled on your bed. “and tom. hi.”

“hi. sorry, i’ll uh—i’ll just leave you both to it, then.” tom awkwardly coughed and quickly left your room, shutting the door behind him and leaving you to squirm awkwardly under zendaya’s gaze.

“what just happened?” she set her things down and looked at you pointedly.

“well…” you launched into an explanation about the whole situation—the party on friday, your confession, how you lied to tom about what you remembered, the fight you had with him, until finally finishing with the situation she had walked into and the almost-kiss. “oh god, z,” your voice began to break as your eyes starting tearing up. “he has a girlfriend, and we almost kissed.” you started to cry, then, and zendaya wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders and guided you to your shared futon. “i’m a shitty person, aren’t i?”

she grimaced. “well…yeah, it would, but the fact that it didn’t actually happen and that you recognize that it was bad helps a lot. did you reciprocate it at all?”

you thought for a moment about what had happened before shaking your head. “no. i thought about it, but then you got here.”

“thinking is a lot different than doing, but still…you probably shouldn’t have considered it. tom shouldn’t have put you in that situation either, though.”

“yeah, that makes sense,” you sniffled. your stomach was now twisting up with guilt, both at the fact that you had almost kissed someone in a committed relationship and that you had lied to tom. “should i tell his girlfriend?”

“oh, god no.” you laughed a bit at her immediate answer. “that’s up to tom, i think. but it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea if you avoided them for a while.”

you nodded in agreement. “that would probably be best.” you both sat there for a while. zendaya slowly rubbed your arm in an attempt to comfort you as you tried your best to compose yourself. “you don’t really like tom, do you?”

she sighed. “i actually do like tom. i think he’s funny and kind, and we get along really well, but he’s still a little childish. he has a lot to learn, and i’m hoping he learned something today.”

“how are you so wise?” zendaya chuckled at that but offered no answer, instead standing up and stretching.

“c’mon, let’s go get some ice cream, and i’ll tell you about my totally boring weekend to take your mind off of it.” she offered you a hand to get up and you gratefully accepted, ready to put the entire mess behind you. all you could think about was tom and how confused you felt—did this mean that tom felt the same about you? would he break up with his girlfriend? but most of all you wondered that even if he did like you back, would it be worth it to be with someone that had almost cheated on their partner?

the next morning, you sat on your bed, contemplating what you were going to do about the calculus situation—you didn’t really want to see tom, but you also didn’t want to miss lecture. beyond that, you also weren’t sure if you wanted to go to class at all. you finally caved to that thought and decided it was high time for a mental health day; after all, you had just finished your midterms and did fine on all of them, so you figured you deserved it.

having finally arrived at a decision, you laid back down and closed your eyes to get a few more hours of sleep in. right before you drifted off, you resolved that at the next lecture, you would arrive at the last possible minute and take the next open seat—as long as it wasn’t next to tom. you did promise yourself, though, that you wouldn’t avoid him forever. just until you figured out how you felt about the whole situation: tom, your feelings for him, his (possible) feelings for you, and henry, whom you’d been texting on and off since the party.

but who knew how long all of that would take, anyway.

 is tom really a jerk or just stupid? how will henry fit into all this? why won’t the reader just tell tom she likes him (well, at least while sober this time)? let me know what you think! i would love feedback on anything--my writing style, the plot, what you predict will happen in the future of this story, anything!

a note on tom’s behavior: obviously, the tom we know is 23 years old and has a lot of experience in professional environments. this tom, however, is 18 and has little to none of the same experience. 

[fuck-customers]

So a bit of a two-parter with this. This dude I work with both scared/scarred/disgusted me and pissed me off today on two separate incidents.

1 was simple, but still makes me cringe. I had to go to the bathroom, door was closed, I said out loud “aw man someone’s in there.” And while on a bit of an autopilot I turned the knob, not locked. Paused and said, again out loud “oh, guess there’s not then” and went in. Get a face full of the dudes ass and him yelling at me that I should have said something so I slam the door and tell him to lock it next time. Luckily he got reprimanded for that because if it had been our minor coworker it would have been a hell of a lot worse of a deal.

Now 2 has a bit of a backstory. My shift started at noon and I was hungry, so I bought a lunch combo from work. Taped my receipt to the top of the box and set it in the back and ate some of it here and there as the day went on. General rule is there’s a receipt to it don’t touch. And nobody did! Until night shift. I go to the back after some night shift people come in to eat some more (there was still half left) and it’s in the trash. Now granted it was in the back next to others that were expired and brought back for others to eat. But the expired ones have their tabs pulled and no product sticker on them (and certainly no receipt taped to the damned things).

So I got upset because I freaking BOUGHT that and someone threw it away. A manager overheard and he just did a cartoonish “welp!” And threw his hands up in the air and then said “guess that means you get a new one for free!” And he did. He made me a fresh one and gave it to me for free. I love him. Now more on guard I grab a sharpie and write my name on all sides of the box along with “DONT TOUCH!!” And I put it on a supply shelf on a different side of the store so it won’t be confused with trash by any chance. Front is busy now so I run and go help, come back a bit later and bathroom ass from earlier has his mitts in my combo box and when I confront him about it he says I need to keep it out of the way so people won’t try to eat it.

Like... my fucking name written on it in giant black sharpie on every single side of the box isn’t enough for people to know to not touch it? I mean I got petty and wrote it on the bottom of the box too even. (I’m a chubster. I am defensive over food lmao)

But yeah dude grossed me out and pissed me off in the span of an hour or so.

[beffyblueeyes-blog]

School Trip

Pairing: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sister!Reader, Jody, Donna (mentioned)

Warnings: angsty preteen maybe? Little Fluff at the end though.

Word Count: 1,693 this one just kept going and going. Sorry not sorry..lol

Just another fic prompted by a couple gifs I found. I’m throwing this out there, not really sure how good it is but I’ve been wanting to write more but my laptop died. So I’m borrowing a friends computer. :-) Let me know what you think!

“YOU RUIN EVERYTHING DEAN!” Y/N yelled over her shoulder as she stomped passed Sam on her way to her room.

Sam looked at Dean shocked and a little confused.

“What was that all about?” he asked, as they heard your door slam from the hall.

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam, obviously frustrated. “That would be the temper tantrum of a little girl who didn’t get her way.”

Sam looked a question at him, expecting more of an explanation. You seldom had outbursts like that, especially for something minor like not getting your way. Not that you didn’t show your displeasure when that happened, but usually a stern word from either of your brothers stopped whatever temper might be building and you would try to discuss whatever you wanted calmly.

Dean sighed, frustration leaving him with a feeling of defeat. He slumped into one of the chairs at the library table.

“Her choir group at school is going to a competition out of state, and I told her she couldn’t go.” He stated.

Sam raised his brows in question again. He could see several reasons why Dean might have told her no, but he wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Look, it’s too dangerous, she would be completely on her own, at the mercy of anything that might decide to come after her. Besides the fact that some evil son of a bitch might have gotten wind that the Winchesters have a baby sister running around out there; the normal everyday kind of evil could just as easily get her. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let her go and something horrible happened to her.” He said.

Sam sat across from Dean and cleared his throat.

“Look Dean, I completely get where you’re coming from and I agree. It’s too risky to send her out unprotected. We’ve done everything we can to keep her off the monster’s radar and give her a normal life.

Yes, she knows about what’s out there, but because of the measures we’ve taken all of that is more abstract to her than it ever was for us at her age. So, you can at least understand that being denied normal activities like that might also be a little harder for her to swallow.

We want her to have as normal a life as possible, so, what if we call up Jody and Donna and see if one of them could volunteer as chaperone on the trip? It would bring too much attention to her if one of us went. But this way she can go with her group and we’ll both feel better knowing that she’ll be protected.” Sam finished.

Dean leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees, looking down in thought. He didn’t shoot Sam’s idea down outright because it was a good solution. He trusted Jody and Donna with his life. He would certainly trust them with his sister’s life and knew beyond a doubt they both would do anything in their power to protect Y/N.

“Alright Sammy, I think it could work. But first, we better give the ladies a call and see if either of them is even free that weekend and willing to go on a school trip with a bunch of kids. I’ll call Donna if you want to call Jody.” Dean decided.

Sam stood and walked a few feet away pulling out his phone and dialing.

“Heya Sam, what’s up? How are ya’ll doing?” Jody asked when she answered.

“Hey Jody, we’re doing good.’ Sam said smiling. ‘Y/N is doing great in school and she’s really enjoying choir. And Dean and I have been taking some down time. How are you and the girls doing?”

“We’ve been good, Sam. Things have been pretty quiet here. Claire’s still been taking solo hunts, but she’s staying safe. And Alex is working night shifts at the hospital.”

“That’s great Jody. So, listen, Dean and I were wondering if you might be able to do something for us. Well, for Y/N really. She’s got this choir competition out of state on the weekend of the 24th. Dean and I agree it’s too dangerous for her to go alone or for either one of us to go as chaperone. But this is important to Y/N, so we were kind of wondering if you might be free that weekend and willing to go on the trip with her class?” Sam asked.

“I’d love to go with Y/N, Sam. Just let me check my calendar and see if I am free that weekend.”

Sam heard rustling on the other end of the line as Jody got her calendar out.

“Well, looks like we’re in luck. I’m off the weekend of the 24th, so I can be there.” She said.

“That would be great Jody! Y/N is going to be so happy! I’ve got the paperwork for the chaperone here with her permission slip and I can get it all filled out for you.” Sam assured.

“Alright Sam, sounds good. I’m excited to do this with Y/N. I think we’ll have a lot of fun.” Jody replied. “Give Y/N and Dean my best and call me if you need anything in the meantime.”

“Sure Jody, I will. And thanks again, this means a lot to all of us. We’ll see you on the 24th.”

“Ok Sam, I’ll see you then.” She said.

“Bye Jody.”

Sam ended the call with Jody and made his way back over to Dean at the library table as he was finishing his call with Donna.

“Yeah Donna, it’s not a problem. Have a good time at the seminar and stay safe out there. We’ll talk to you later.” He said, hanging up his phone.

“Well, Donna’s doing good. But she has a seminar that weekend, so she can’t make it. How are Jody and the girls doing?” he asked.

“They’re doing good too.” Sam replied.

“So, what did Jody say? Can she be there that weekend?” Dean questioned.

“Yeah, we got lucky and she was off that weekend. She said she would love to go on the trip with Y/N. So, all we have to do is fill out the chaperone slip and turn it in to Y/N’s teacher.”

“That’s great.’ Dean said. ‘I guess that means we should talk to the kid about it. This should make her happy. She was super pissed at me when I told her she couldn’t go.”

“Yeah, I saw that. Why don’t you be the one to give her the good news and smooth things over?” Sam asked. “I’ll go and start getting dinner ready while you talk to her.”

“Alright, but we don’t want any of your rabbit food.” Dean grumbled good naturedly.

Sam rolled his eyes on his way into the kitchen as Dean made his way to Y/N’s room.

Dean took a deep breath when he reached Y/N’s door. Reaching up he rapped his knuckles against the wood and waited for an answer.

“Dean, I’m sorry I yelled, ok?’ Y/N said sounding dejected. ‘But please just go away, you can lecture me later. I really don’t feel like talking right now.”

Dean cracked open the door at the sound of her voice from the other side.

“Hey kiddo, listen, I didn’t come to lecture you about yelling. Ok? Sam and I talked about it and I came to tell you what we figured out.” He said, peeking his head around the door.

He walked in when he saw her laying on her bed, walking over and sitting down beside her.

“Will you turn around here and talk to me please?” he asked rubbing a soothing hand on her back.

Y/N rolled over to face him glancing up at his face. “What did you and Sammy talk about?” she asked quietly.

“So, Sam agreed with me that it would be too dangerous for you to go without protection.’ He stated, hurrying on when he saw her face crumple again. ‘But Sammy came up with a solution that I hadn’t thought of.”

“Like what? It’s not like you or Sammy could come as a chaperone.” She said sadly.

“No, that would just add more danger to the situation. But it just so happens that Sam talked to Jody, and she is off that weekend. She said that she would love to volunteer as a chaperone and go with you.” Dean replied.

Y/N sat up in bed turning to face Dean fully.

“Really?” She asked with hope sparking in her eyes.

“Yeah kiddo. Really.”

“Oh my gosh De!’ She cried. ‘I can really go? And Jody is going to come?” She questioned again.

“Yeah kiddo, you can really go. And Jody is coming too.” Dean said laughing at her sudden excitement.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!’ She squealed. ‘I can’t believe it! I have the best family in the whole world! I can’t wait, this is going to be awesome!” She crowed throwing her arms around Dean’s neck.

Dean chuckled as he hugged her back.

“Alright, now that all that is settled, Sam said something about making dinner. You want to come to the kitchen, so we can make sure he isn’t sneaking that nasty rabbit food on us?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.’ She said smiling. ‘Thanks De. I really am sorry I yelled earlier. I just really wanted to go on this trip and I got so upset when you said I couldn’t go.” She said looking down at her hands.

“Hey, it’s ok kid. I know you don’t normally act like that. I got a little frustrated and yelled too. Next time just try and keep your temper in check and I’ll do the same. Know that whatever it is we will always talk to you and that if it’s something like this we always have good reasons if we have to say you can’t do something.” Dean reassured.

“Ok De.’ She said smiling again. ‘Let’s go, I’m starving!” She called as she jumped out of bed, heading for the door.

Dean chuckled, shaking his head as he followed behind her to the kitchen.

[thatshankcallednewt]

The Maze Runner: High School AU - Gally: Together - Part 5

If you missed Part One//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four

Tags: @preciousnewt

You sit in the front seat next to Gally in his car and look out your window to see your plain old house staring back at you washed yellow in the dim light of the street lamps. You only hesitate before opening the door because of your surprising amount of enjoyment from today’s events. You don’t want it to end, but a part of you knows there will be many more chances to hang out with Gally like that again. It’s strange, you think to yourself, how connected you feel to Gally only after knowing him for a short amount of time.

You turn to him in this moment, his face shadowed by the dark sky and lack of light inside the car, “I just wanted to say that--

But suddenly, Gally shifts his gaze, and looks towards the road in front of his parked car, “Y/N?”

Your chest tightens and you feel as though all of the oxygen is sucked out from your lungs, “Yeah?” You don’t like his tone, you don’t like his alertness, and you don’t like the fact that you are feeling real fear.

“Go to the back of the car and hide behind your seat.”

You do as he says, sweat droplets forming on your face and hands, “Gally?” Your voice comes out, only barely, and it seems to hang in the air between you for a couple of seconds.

“Don’t say anything.” His voice is deep and threatening, but not threatening to you. Just threatening, as if he’s using his fear to work with him.

You shrink further into the car’s carpeted floor, the smell of cigarettes and stale booze, but also somewhere in the air, the smell of Gally, the smell you have come to know in recent days.

A knock raps over the driver’s window, Gally rolls the window down and you feel a sudden cool breeze wash in through the open gap; it helps get rid of the feeling of suffocation. “Gally,” the voice rasps, wheezy and hoarse, “You know, my boys came back last night with bruises and cuts all over. Now, who do you s’ppose did that to ‘em, huh?”

“Look,”

But the mysterious man cuts him off as he grabs Gally’s shirt collar and pulls him closer to the window, and closer to the shadowed face. “Do not, ‘look’ me, son. You have a problem with my boys, you talk to me. If they have a problem with you, well, it’s probably best to just let them do what they want to do without any arguments.” He pushes Gally back from him in one single shove movement and coughs for what seems like minutes on end, a nasty phlegm cough too that brings nausea to your stomach and throat. “I still need that money. Don’t you forget.”

“Y-yeah, yeah, I’ll get it. No worries.” These words seem to stumble form Gally’s mouth in a voice of uncertainty, but more so, fear and anxiety.

A few minutes go by, silence suffocating the scene. You still sit in the crook between the front passenger seat and the back passenger seat, that stale smell from before growing heavier by the second after Gally rolls his window back up again. You know that the man is gone, or must be on his way to disappearing back into the shadows of the streets, but you don’t move. You won’t move. You’re scared to be in a place of vision, and you’re even more terrified to have to face Gally now after his conversation with that man. What does this all mean? What kind of mess is Gally caught up in?

“Y/N, you can…” He shifts in his chair and suddenly you lock eyes with him, only seeing that brilliant flash of green, “He’s gone.”

You get up and slide back into the front seat, your huff of breath from cramped areas and tight movements brings a small gust of fog to your vision. “I don’t want to ask but…”

“Then don’t.” He suddenly leans in very, very close to you, almost past you perhaps, his shoulder against your chin and his arm around the front of you. You hear the passenger door click and then swing open, letting in chilly air of the frosty night. “It’s none of your business anyway.”

“Gally…”

“Just,” he sighs, “Please, don’t make me tell you to go again, I’ve done that enough today.”

You consider cussing at him, telling him that whatever bull-crap he’s gotten mixed up in is not worth it. You consider taking him inside, sitting his own punk ass down, and making him tell you everything. But, of course, you can’t. You’ve only known him for a couple of days. You’re not his… you’re not his friend. Just his tutor.

You jump from the car in frustration that you lack courage in doing what you should do, and then you slam his car door. Not with full strength, but just more than enough to show that you’re agitated. Pissed. You catch his stare at you, he looks annoyed. With you or himself? You’ll never know.

Once you walk inside your house, after fumbling with your keys for a minute or two, shaking from anger and fear, you turn around to close the door; expecting to see Gally waiting in his car. But he isn’t. His car is gone, and your heart plummets with disappointment. You angrily throw your things by the entrance of your room and huff out of frustration when you walk through the open kitchen into the dining area.

“Hun? You alright?”

You turn, startled, and realise the voice only belongs to your mother. She smiles at you, knife in hand hovering over vegetables on a chopping board. “You sound… upset.”

You shake your head, “I’m just…” Your fingers go to your forehead as you push back a few strands of your hair away from your face, “It doesn’t matter. Really. Just a bit of an off day.”

“Would that have anything to do with Teresa?”

You frown and hold her stare for a moment too long, “No… But what makes you say that?”

She continues to chop the capsicum and onion, “She called earlier asking for you, she sounded worried.”

You look at your mother, almost dumbly, and then reach into your pocket for your cell. Three missed calls from Teresa, but no voice messages left behind to explain. You walk towards your room, leaving your mom to her cooking, and once you’re inside you close the door behind you. Lying on the bed, your head resting against a few pillows, you press dial.

It goes through a few rings, crackles, and then a voice echoes on the other side. “Y/N!”

“Teresa, hey, sorry I missed your calls. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s okay, I just wanted to talk to you. I was wondering if… Well,” she pauses and something in your gut flutters anxiously, “I’m just wondering if everything is okay with you.”

“Everything’s fine,” you say, trying to sound cheerful, or at least not confused.

“It’s just… you seem to be a bit different lately.”

You swallow, “Different how?”

“You’ve always said yes to a milkshake after school, no matter your workload. And today as well… you just seem more distant.”

Your eyes dart over your room anxiously, trying to think over your words carefully. But something makes you hesitant; you don’t want to lie to Teresa. She’s been such a good friend over the years of high school, and if anything was ever up or odd, you always went to her first. “I’ve just had a lot on my plate, more than usual. I’m sorry if it seems like I’m shutting you out or becoming more distant, I’ve just been super busy.”

“Busy doing what?”

The crackle of minor static between your phone and her phone heightens in intensity, as if it’s challenging, no, daring you to speak up. Daring you to lie to this friend of yours, a friend of yours that’s been there for you for years on end. “It’s hard to explain.”

“And there you go again.”

You frown, “Huh?”

“This new thing of vague answers! What’s with that? You never answer clearly anymore.”

“What?”

“Like with that whole ‘school stuff’ thing. It was an answer to almost everything, and now you can’t even directly explain what’s going on!” You hear her sigh over the phone, switching the device from one ear to the other. “I just don’t want you to think that you have to hide stuff from me. You’re my best friend, Y/N.”

“I’m not hiding anything; I keep telling you guys its school stuff because it is!”

There’s no reply for a few seconds, “Alright, I’m sorry that I bothered you. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

You swallow nervously, “We can hang out tomorrow after school?”

“Really?”

“Of course. Milkshakes and fries?”

“As per usual, with Newt and Thomas?”

“Yeah, that’d be cool.”

You two talk for a little while longer about homework and teachers, especially the newest cuter addition who teaches you Math. You soon find yourself becoming too sleepy to talk, and so does Teresa, so you bid her a good night before sinking into your pillow.

Y/N: A little shorter than usual as I can’t seem to split what I’ve written without it being super long, unless I make this a whole chapter itself. So sorry it is not as long as I would like it to be, but thank you for reading! Look out for the next chapter :)