bitchylandtyphoon

[bitchylandtyphoon]

Your fate...

Hello! Recently I have gotten into Enhypen and specifically Jake! I wanted to make a series which somewhat matched their vampire concept; I hope you guys enjoy it!

Jake Sim X Reader Part 1 Vampire Au

The trees rushed past your vision as you ran through the dark forest. Your throat is dry from the constant running. Your loose dress was scrunched up in your hands and the slashes made upon your body made you wince from pain. Your bare feet were swollen but you couldn’t stop running, not until you lost track of the others. You could hear their gruff voices not far behind. Think, think! I need to keep running. 

The fear ran through your veins, giving you the adrenaline to run faster. How could they have betrayed me, I never did anything wrong.

“Ah!”

Your foot hits a fallen tree trunk causing a trip face-first into the mud. Grimacing at the mud you prepare to lift yourself when a sharp pain shoots through your left arm. You layer low to the ground and take a moment to catch your breath. What now for god sake? You look over at your arm and see a glass shard lodged through your sleeve and arm, it was small but enough to cause significant pain. Carefully lifting yourself with the right arm, you look over the log, scanning for your trackers. Noticing the absence of shuffling, you sit up against the log to look closely at your injury.

It’s not too harmful, I can fix this.

You grabbed your bag off your body laying it beside your leg. However, taking the sleeve off would not be as easy. You open your bag and pull a small but sharp knife, gently cutting the fabric off your arm. Bits of blood began to trickle down your skin, and the smell of iron coated the air, you had to work fast for your safety. 

You clean up the wounded area with the cut sleeve, washing away the debris with the little water you have. Cool air fills your nose as you take the knife back into your hands aligning it with the wound. The knife enters the wedge between your skin and the glass, searching for the end of the glass. The pain was unbearable, the blood dripped down your arm, the glass rubbed against your skin like nails against a chalkboard, and you barely got to the other edge of the glass. You gritted your teeth as you pushed the knife deeper, your tears welling up from pain again. You push against the end of the glass and feel it moving out. Quickly but carefully taking it out you wince as the shard creates more tearing within the wound. 

You toss the knife to the side, picking up the piece. It was unusual for glass to be in the woods, there were no houses nearby, were there? Out this far? Maybe you could get shelter for the night. Quickly bandaging up the wound with the sleeve, you push yourself up and begin walking, staying late at night wouldn’t help your situation. The least you can do for yourself is die on a bed or without being covered in mud. 

Your feet drag in the mud as you try to find a water source, and the night's chill air creates shivers down your spine.

What a mess I am. I need to keep going… 

Since you knew the area you looked for the basin lake, one of the clean water sources near the village. You used to make constant trips from the village to the basin since there was no clean water elsewhere, being one of the youngest you were obligated to compare to the elders. The elders… oh how you missed them.

The sound of trickling water perks your ears as you hear it from a distance. You shake your bag feeling the empty container, some water would be nice. A bath would be too.

You follow the sound, the loud booming splashes of water blocking your hearing. There was a large pool of clear blue water connected to a small waterfall, the rim decorated with shiny black rocks of all sizes. The moonlight lightly lit up the area, its light reflecting onto the trees and rocks. You ran to the edge, crouching down to feel the water temperature. It was slightly warm but it would be better than freezing in your mud-covered attire.

You take your water bottle and fill it to the rim. The water brushes your smooth skin sending chills up your body. Goosebumps rise on your neck, but you don’t know if it’s just from the cold or the feelings of your eyes. Brushing off the feeling you look at your reflection on the water, specifically, the mud that ran down your face and dishevelled hair. You left your belongings by a tree, looking around before dropping your dress to the ground. 

You dip your toes into the water, ripples following the sudden touch. Taking a deep breath, you get in without much noise. You feel your feet touch smooth pebbles, the water deep enough for your height. You wash the blood and mud from your body with the uninjured arm. You hold your breath as you submerge your head, allowing the current to wash your hair. You open your eyes underwater and find yourself amazed. The moonlight's reflection on the black rocks created a sparkling effect on the ground floor, some light bounced onto your now clean skin. You swim further deeper into the water, grabbing at the familiar green plants known for their healing properties. The light was much more dim but that didn’t stop you from seeing a shadow on top of the water. Your fear shortens the amount of air in your lungs, quietly but quickly going back to the top. Peeping out of the water you realize it was simply a bird. What a stupid bird you think.

You let yourself rest on the edge of the pond, while your legs are still emerged in the flowing water. You take the plant and grind it to a thick paste using a spoon and bowl from your bag, eventually placing the plant on the wound. The paste was already working its job as the burning sensation calmed down. 

Let’s try this again.

You hover your hand before the wound. Purple light emits from your hand, its light illuminating the whole pool. You grimace as you feel the wound closing, turning your head away. The green paste now sits on completely healed skin, you wipe it off and feel much better. A sigh escapes your mouth, what a night. You still had to get out of here and find a place, the chill night sending chills up your soaked self. You reach for your dirty dress and put it back on,  using both of your arms now. You begin walking further into the forest, the trees somehow becoming farther signalling an opening farther up. You were not familiar with your surroundings anymore but you couldn’t run into familiar territory if that meant you would get captured. 

Your hand rests upon the ragged bark of a tree as you stop to marvel at the sight in front of you, a mansion. No light emitted from the windows and neither were any traces of modern structures or objects seen. An abandoned house, how lucky am I? You quickly take that sentence back to your current state. 

CRACK

You whip your head behind you as you hear a twig crunch beneath something, you have been standing still for the past 3 minutes, it could not have been you. You squint your eyes to look for something, an animal would be your best option in terms of safety. You stay your ground for a few more seconds a sigh of desperation leaves your lips. Perhaps it’s the blood loss getting to me.

Taking a step downward, you descend the hill towards the house. 

CREAKKKKK

The black door opens with a gentle push of your hand, and the house darkness of the house emits to the outside. The black floor shines from the moon yet the house still appears gloomy. Hello… you wait for a response, thankfully none coming back. You step into the house and find a small candle on a nearby table, you light it up with a lighter from your bag. The small light brightens your view immediately, but the sight inside is much more beautiful than underwater. Everything was black, the stairs, decorations, ceilings, even the cups. There were traces of a rich life. Huh, approaching the cups you find that there is water in them. There was dust but not enough to be called abandoned. You continue to explore the house while lighting up the candles on the walls and tables. All while you forget to close the door…

creakkk

The beauty of the house was now multiplied by the dozen or so lit candles decorating the hallways. However, the small fire was not enough to warm the cold atmosphere. Water from the pond was on the stove boiling and firewood was placed beside the lit fireplace. And beside the fireplace was you. You sat in front of the fire bundled up in a clean blanket, it was late but you could not sleep. You were hungry and too cold. 

Your exploration led you to find many, many, many rooms. They each were spacey and lacked personal belongings. However there were some clean clothes left in the closet, surprisingly in good condition. A simple red dress was your first pick. The kitchen was barely touched, no food as expected. You took a mental note to gather food in the morning, you had no idea how but better than starving yourself. Another reason you couldn’t fall asleep was because of the feeling of someone watching you, you slapped yourself thinking back on the wide open door. Anything could’ve gotten in, or anyone. You shuttered at the thought. 

There were other rooms as well. A nice balcony for example and a large space, maybe for dancing. There was also this one room that appeared locked, but you didn’t care enough to check as there couldn’t have been anything valuable at the moment. 

You grabbed at your mug and sighed at the empty feeling, you dropped the blanket and went to the kitchen for a refill. Carefully grabbing the handle of the pot, you pour the hot liquid into the mug. Walking to the window with the mug in hand, you peered out to the forest, they must’ve stopped searching now you think. From the height of the mansion you can see the small lights of the village at the end of the horizon, you didn’t know how to live alone, you grew up with them all your life. Serving each injury just for you to be chased away. A tear slips down your cheek but it’s wiped away. You take a swig of the hot water, thinking the pain could get your mind off them. 

It tastes weird… should I boil it again…

You lift your gaze to the moon or several moons. The cup falls to the ground. The sound of shattering glass echoes through the house as the warm liquid reaches your feet. You hold on to the wall, your head pounds and everything becomes slow. Raising your head to the window you see yourself, but you swore there was someone behind you. 

You didn’t have time to react feeling your limbs lose control. Your vision becomes black but you could feel a figure catch you before you hit the ground. Your back laid against their cold chest, their head bending down to your ear. 

“You came back…”

[bitchylandtyphoon]

pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

[bitchylandtyphoon]

Important to me

Sam Winchester x Reader

(Y/N): your name

(E/C): eye colour

(C/C): celeb crush

Sam and Dean slowly descended the rusty black stairs, trying not to trip from exhaustion. Every nerve ending in their body was hypersensitive; their fingers and toes were cold; their eyes and heads pounded from lack of sleep; and a rotting stench was secreting from their overworn clothing. “Hey guys, how was the hunt?" you asked in a gentle voice to avoid elevating their migraine pain. Dean mumbled under his breath as he walked to his room; even Sam could only give a small smile and “tiring” as a response.

You’ve noticed how the boys have become more tired after their hunts. Maybe it was because you did all the research while they did all the dirty work, or simply because they were getting older. Either way, it’s been taking a toll on their health, and you know it wouldn’t be good in the long run.

Judging from their clothes, you assumed they’d be taking a shower before getting some shut-eye, but you didn’t want them to go to bed hungry.

Walking to the kitchen, you opened the white door of the fridge, which consisted of a few eggs, lettuce, and beer. Wow, no wonder these guys only eat out. Groaning, you grabbed your keys and coat, texting Sam and Dean that you'd be heading out, knowing disturbing them wouldn’t be the best idea.

——————————————————————— Sam walked out of the steaming shower, wrapping his lower body in a towel. Taking another to dry off his hair. He ran his long fingers through his hair, noticing it had become very coarse over the past few months. Sam thought back to a hunt when shards of a monster's guts managed to get stuck in his hair. He felt like it was a personal attack; a shower didn’t help as much as he wanted to either. He spent hours trying to get the red and black hard goo out, even asking Dean. Unfortunately, Dean was not very gentle and made Sam partially ball. He remembers how you saved the day with coconut oil and a small brush. You had to sit on a chair while Sam sat crisscrossed in between your legs. You guys were still getting to know each other, so it was an awkward moment, but after Sam felt your gentle nails and euphoric massage, he melted. His head rested on your bare, soft thigh as you worked on the sides of his head. He felt so much at peace that he could’ve slept right then and there. He chuckled as he ran his hand through his hair, wishing he could have some of that magic right now. He wanted the comfort you gave him.

Putting on his comfier clothes, he slid into his bed, falling soundly asleep with a fond yet tired memory passing through his head once more.

——————————————————————— You slide open the door, balancing heavy bags of groceries, a special box containing a slice of heaven for Dean, and the boys’ favourite drinks. You dropped the bags in the kitchen, unpacking them away into the cupboards and fridge. Knowing it would be a long night, you pulled out your phone and put some music on low. You then turned on the gas stove, grabbing the lighter out of the drawer to start the fire. Begin by taking out mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, and other foods, washing them before finely chopping them, and cooking them on low heat. You added seasoning and eventually smelled the delicious aroma emanating from the dish. Now you need to cook the meat.

————————————————— Each boiling drop from the shower head felt relaxing and painful as it fell onto Dean's hunched back. The heat soothed his ache, yet, the new bruises were sending another sensation of pain throughout his back. He groaned as he faced the shower head and allowed the pellets to hit his face, giving all his might to scrub away the dried-up blood and sweat embedded in his freckled skin. All he could think about was sleep, hoping to sleep as much as he could yet, knowing another case would cut his rest short. He took the white soap bar and breathed in the rose aroma it released, it reminded him of you. Dean was glad he had a girl like you in his life, no matter what was bothering his thoughts or physically torturing him, he knew he’d have you to patch him up. You were always there for Sam and him. Every time you carefully did his stitches, gave him a needed hug, fixed his tie or walked into your room, the smell would give him a sense of comfort. It reminded him of his younger days spent with his mom. It reminded him of home.

——————————————————————— You put on the blue oven kits cautiously taking out the crispy chicken from the oven. The meal was finished and so were the other dishes you made. You even had time to prepare healthy snacks and some of Sam’s favourite protein drinks. From a young age, you hated the thought of being a housewife and having to complete all the duties at home, but you knew it was the least you could do to cheer them up, adding much-needed order to their already chaotic lives. Plus, it was nothing compared to all they did for you after they took you in. You smiled as you admired the dinner table, for once looking like a normal family’s dinner table and not used as a summoning ground.

You knocked on Sam’s door to get no response, knowing the younger Winchester might’ve fallen asleep you went to go check on the other one. Knocking once again to hear a low “yeah…”. Pushing the door you see a half awake, now clean Dean, lying against the headboard watching TV.

“Hey,” you gently said. “How are you feeling?”. His eyes were still heavy with sleep but pupils dilated from insomnia. You could tell he tried sleeping but to no avail. “Listen,” you sit on the bed and see him smile a bit. “I know you’re tired but I made some food for you and Sam and you should eat. You’d sleep better with a full stomach. And I might have some pieee”. With that Dean jumped into his bunny slippers and strutted towards the kitchen in his pink nightgown. Chuckling at Dean's cuteness, stopping before leaving the room as you saw the big pile of bloodied clothes on the floor.

———————————————————————

“Hey Sam, I’m coming in.” You announced, entering the neat room, smelling a mix of pine trees and cheap cologne. You saw Sam’s large body lying on his stomach, a soft snore coming from his peaceful slumber. Quietly entering the room, you searched for his hamper, unlike the other one, Sam kept his dirty clothes in one, making it easier for you to take the clothes out of his room.

As you passed by Sam, you stood there watching him, taking advantage of the sliver of peace he was given. You put the hamper down slowly to not wake up Sam, getting on your knees, face level with Sam’s. You watched as his lips laid in a pouted style, opening once in a while to exhale, you took notes of the small moles, birthmarks and faint freckles scattered over his face like stars, noticing how perfect his nose was; never have you ever seen a perfect natural triangle. His thick dark brown eyebrows arched over his forehead symmetrically and his lashes fluttered gracefully as butterflies. His hair was your favourite part, ever since you helped take the guts out of his hair you missed the proximity and softness. His soft hair tickled the inside of your thighs and reminded you of a dog’s overgrown mane. It was beautiful to touch.

You then noticed the crevices appearing in his forehead and eye sockets. He starts to stir in his sheets, the peaceful expressions disappearing, turning into a pained one. He began making uncomfortable noises. He was going into a nightmare.

“Sam, hey wake up! Sam come on, wake up. It’s just a dream!” Sam’s head started moving side to side, the veins in his temple and neck protruding. His eyes were tightly shut and beads of sweat formed across his forehead. His hand gripped firmly onto the arm shaking his shoulder, the other gripping the the brown sheets. “SAM WAKE UP!” Shouting wouldn’t help anymore, looking around you see a cup of water on the nightstand.

——————————————————————— Sam jolted up with a gasp, cold water on his face which soaked most of his hair and nightshirt. He grasped onto as much air as possible, eyes wide trying to familiarize his surroundings. A sense of relief overcame him when he saw your concerned (e/c) eyes.

He saw how your eyes travelled over his face searching for an answer, too shocked or scared to say anything. He sighed, “Don’t tell Dean, please.”

“Ok, I won’t.” What was that, you thought to yourself, you’ve never seen this type of behaviour from him. “At least talk to me about it. You’ve been more tired than usual and it’s worrying. If you’re not gonna tell Dean, tell me.”

Sam smiled, his heart swell when he heard your confession. For once someone was listening to his struggles without ratting out to Dean.

“Um Sam…” Sam shares a confused look until you look down at your now red and numb arm. “Sorry!” Sam immediately retracts his arm away, allowing the blood to rush back to the area.

“It’s like you’ve never touched a girl before or something” you joke trying to lighten up the mood. He laughs under his breath. “Come downstairs and eat something.” You demanded as you rubbed your sore arm.

“It’s okay-“

“Sam.”

He grins his teeth as he sees your serious face. Cute, he thought.

You grab onto his large calloused hands and attempt to pull the giant out of bed, barely budging. “Oh my god, you are so friggin heavy. How are you built like a god with all that junk food?”

He jumps to his feet almost falling on top of you, your nose meeting his chest as the scent of fresh soap fills your nose. A blush rises to your skin at the proximity, looking up you see his brown eyes already staring down at you. You felt his thumb glazed over your smaller hands, which you both held onto each other. “So you think I’m built like a god huh?” Sam suggestively asks with a raised eyebrow.

Taking a quick step back, you playfully shove him away. “Haha very funny Indeed Winchester, get your ass downstairs.” Crossing your arms you wait till he exits his room, him and his footsteps disappearing into the hallway.

“(Y/n) THINKS I HAVE A HOT BODY” Sam shouts from the hallway; your eyes widen as instant embarrassment runs through your body. You hoped to god Dean didn’t hear or you’d never see the end of the teasing.

———————————————————————

You return to the kitchen to see two big babies chowing down on the meal you made, acting as if they hadn’t eaten in ages.

“(Y/n), THISH FWOOD ISH AMASHING” You barely make out the words as Dean continues to stuff his mouth with food. “What he said,” Sam says as he adds more food to his plate. You giggle as you sit next to Sam, glad to see them eating a proper meal. “Where did you even learn how to cook like this?” Dean asks. “My mom used to teach me the basics but then I picked it up more when I moved out. Haven’t cooked like this since University actually,” you answer. “So you’re gonna tell me we could’ve been eating like kings but you decided to torture us with takeout.” Dean jokes while dropping his fork on his plate. “I never hated you more.”

You burst out into laughter throwing your head back, “Please, you love me.” You say rolling your eyes. You noticed how Sam became quiet, twirling his food around a fork.

“Not as much as Sammy does,” Dean says with a devious smirk. Sam chokes on his food as you roll your eyes. “Very funny Dean” Sam glares at Dean.

“Sorry Sam but I’m off limits, too committed to (c/c).” You giggle as you jokingly twirl your hair. “He’s such a daring man dramatic sigh”.

“I’m gonna puke my food up if you keep acting like that,” Dean says with a disgusted face while trying to put even more food in his mouth.

You cheekily smile and see as Sam scoffs, taking note of the weird action. Dean gets up to put his plate away, you take this as a cue to start cleaning up the kitchen.

“Goodnight” Dean yells as he walks out the door. You and Sam both say goodnight. Then it hits you, that rascal. He left you and Sam in the kitchen alone. You can already feel the blood rushing to your ears, instead, you try to distract yourself by doing the dishes.

“Do you need help with anything?” His eyebrows knit together as he asks “Let me help clean at least.”

As much as you wanted him to rest, you couldn’t say no to him and his persuasion. Or maybe he had you wrapped around his finger. “Uh yeah, I’ll wash and you dry?” You offer pointing to the load of dishes. “Yeah, that’s great”. You grab the yellow sponge and begin scrubbing the sauces off the pots, leaving Sam to get the towel. Unmindful of you, you forget where the towels are, right in the cabinet in front of you, the towels stacked on the higher shelf. As you were about to move you felt Sam’s figure hover over your smaller frame. You freeze as you feel his body’s heat mingle with your cold body. His large hand rests on your lower back.

To another person, it could be a simple gesture, but to you, deep down you were screaming from the closeness of it all. Somehow Sam had always made you shy in his presence, you didn’t know if it was because of how smart and skilled he was that made you feel inadequate to him or how he made you weak in the knees with his beautiful…well everything. You’ve been close with other men like Dean, yet Sam’s touches and glances manage to get your cheeks red and heart pumping.

You mindlessly scrub a knife, hoping to finish the chore as soon as possible. “Ow ow ow…” you grimace in pain as the knife slices the side of your finger. You see Sam reacts quickly. Grabbing your hand and putting it under the faucet, turning on the cold water. “This looks pretty bad,” he says as he takes your hands in his. One hand holds on to your wrist while the other gently presses the cut, attempting to get as much blood out.

You could not imagine a more embarrassing moment, the one time you’re alone with Sam you embarrass yourself like a child. Yet you couldn’t ignore how Sam’s body was pressed against yours, you could feel the rough outlines in his body. The front of his leg pressed up against your butt.

“Does it hurt?” Sam asks, not looking away from the cut.

“It just stings but not too much” you reply, noticing the decreased blood spillage.

He takes your other hand and guides your fingers into mirroring his previous actions. “Don’t move I’ll be back”. His warmth fades and you stand still, waiting as the cold water cleans up your cut.

You throw your head back, groaning at your clumsiness.

——————————————————————- Hissing in pain, Sam dabs rubbing alcohol into your new cut. You’re now sitting in his room as it was the closest place with a first aid kit.

“There, all done. How does it feel?” Sam finishes wrapping a large bandaid around the wound.

“I am so much better now. Thank you, Sam.”

Sam gives you a soft smile and he cleans the area up, you watch as he picks up the remote and turns on the TV.

“I thought you were tired”

“Come on, it’s only like 10 pm. We’ll be fine.” Sam defends himself as he sits on the other side of the bed. “Come closer.” He pats the empty spot beside him.

You look stunned at what the Winchester is implying until you realize he means to lay against the headboard. You slowly get up, sitting beside Sam but leaving a good space between both your bodies.

“So what do you want to watch?” Sam asks as he starts surfing through movies on his TV.

“I’m okay with whatever.” ——————————————————————— You turn to Sam to talk to him about the climax when you realize he has dosed off. His head leaning back on the headboard, from the side it looked uncomfortable. Not knowing what to do, you decided to wait until the movie finished. ——————————————————————— You yawned as the movie neared its end, all the characters looking over the bleeding horizon as the camera zooms out. From the lack of movement, you assume Sam is still asleep. You take his phone off the nightstand and turn the do not disturb mode on, if other hunters need you, you’ll handle the case for them. He deserves some rest.

You pull out your phone to scroll through your private socials. Seeing a few edits of your (c/c) and quietly giggling to yourself. You take a glance at Sam, still dosed off. He looks better now. Wait, you look between your (c/c) and Sam. Omg, how did you not see it before? You groan internally as you stare at your phone; the long-haired, smart, well-mannered, and tall golden retriever guy. They were honestly so alike. You hoped the boys wouldn’t be able to see the resemblance.

You thought back to the moment at the table when you were gushing over (c/c) and Sam scoffed. Do you think he was jealous? No, no way. You calm yourself down before the redness reaches your face.

You felt a heavy weight shift onto your shoulder, his hair tickling the crevice of your neck. You didn’t want to wake him up by checking but it was very evident that Sam had fallen asleep on your shoulder. You could smell the sandalwood scent coming from his hair, wishing you could get more of the comforting smell.

Sam was tired and you knew it would be a big fuss if you woke him up. So, you stayed there, looking at the TV screen, trying to hold in any excitement or scream within you. The butterflies are swarming their way around your stomach. That is until you felt Sam’s arm wrap around your torso.

You stay still, unlike your body temperature which skyrockets at the sudden touch. You feel yourself being pulled towards him even more, his head snuggling dangerously close to your neck, his lips close to your skin. Sam’s hot breath created a burning sensation, your heat causing them to burn tenfold.

You weren’t gonna move, you couldn’t leave, you were stuck beside Sam for the rest of the night. You exhale trying to calm yourself; he’ll forget all about this tomorrow. This is totally what friends do. You cuddle and panic internally with Dean all the time. You couldn’t be lying more at this point. You shut your eyes, you carefully reach over to turn the nightlight off.

click

The only light was emitting from the faint blue light on the TV. Its light began to shut off as the room welcomed pure darkness.

So you lay there in the dark as you feel Sam’s body snuggled right up to yours, his arms holding you captive as his fingers twitch and graze you ever so often. This would be a dream if you guys were together. You’ve liked Sam ever since you knew him, and you love both him and Dean very much. Doing everything in your power to show how much you care for them. You just wanted Sam to love you and adore you the way you did.

You felt a wave of exhaustion hit you, and your own eyes became heavy with fatigue. Blinking slowly, you succumb to Sam’s comfort and allow your heavy head to lay on his.

[bitchylandtyphoon]

Type - Pt.1

Oliver Wells x shyish reader

You silently watched Angela press the icons on her tablet and demonstrate each one’s purpose. It’s been a few hours, and you’ve learned so much. She was a good teacher. “Ok, so if you want to upload a sketch and compare it to the international database,” she points her manicured finger to the screen. “Choose this option, but if you want a certain country's database, pick this option and scroll through the list.” She looks at you to see if you understand, and you simply nod.

“Ok, great. I think that's enough for today. Do you wanna grab lunch with me? Brennan’s with Booth, and Hodgin’s still working.” She asks as she puts her coat on.

“Yeah, that’d be great.” You reply as you grab your belongings. Dr. Saroyan has recently hired you to be the assistant face reconstructor and tech helper since she cut Angela’s hours. Working on the small cases when she was off. You were also new to the city and had to make new friends, adapting to the new area. You were really glad Angela was such a nice person, she was the first person your introverted self really got to know. 

“SO,” Angela exclaimed. “Have you met anyone?” She asked with a cheeky grin and teasing tone. You shy away “ Oh, please. Do you know how hard it was to talk to Finn, If I can’t talk to him, how am I going to talk to others, let alone other guys.” You slung your bookbag over your shoulder as you both exited her office. “Come on, you’re literally the hottest chick here, there is no way you couldn’t at least get some guy's attention.” 

“I-, well thank you but guys like confident and hot girls like you, not when they're shy as a preschooler.” “So step out of your bubble, what can go wrong?” Angela stops and looks at you desperately.

You stop to look at her. “I’ll make a fool of myself.” Looking down, you continued walking until you felt your shoulder bashed. “Oh, I’m sorry-” “Can’t you look where you walk?” He says with an irritated tone, looking back at you with a scowl. You took in his features in the quick second you had; untamed brown wavy hair, brown eyes, lean physique. For a rude dude, he was pretty attractive.  

“Hey, it was just an accident. Don’t need to be a douche.” Angela steps in, and you mentally note to thank her later, knowing you would've walked away as usual. 

“Yes, it’s my fault that they had their head down, and chose to walk instead of paying attention to others.” He proceeded to walk away.

“I can’t believe men like him are allowed to exist,” Angela rolled her eyes and peered at you. “Are you okay, though?” She asks as her hand touches your upper arm.

“No, I’m okay.” You gave her a small smile, you both walked towards the exit.

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It’s been a couple of days since the encounter with the douche, but you couldn’t forget about him. Something was alluring about him, and you didn’t know if it was your bad taste in men or his pretty brown eyes and harsh persona. 

You are currently sitting in Angela’s office, finishing up a sketch of the current victim. She was believed to have been murdered over 30 years ago, a simple librarian. You analyzed the skull and sketched faint lines and the arch of the victim's cheekbones. Even though you had the identity down, you wanted to practice.

“Hey” “Angela? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be preparing for Brenann’s wedding?” You inquired, hearing loud noises from the platform. “Listen, I need you to do me a favour and quickly get this done, especially before Brenann’s wedding,” She replied

Yeah, of course, what is it?” “Basically, Brennan is getting worried, and she’s not gonna have a calm wedding without this case being done. And I need you because I need someone to help the interns recreate a scenario. Would you be able to do that?” Oh my gosh, that's what all the noise is. You peered through the glass and saw all the interns, including the douche. You internally groaned, you were only familiar with the team, and getting used to the new interns is a whole ‘nother level. “Listen, I really need it, and I know you’re not comfortable with them, but they really aren't that bad. Just imagine them as a pack of smart and horny virgins, except for Wendell and Clark, the virgin part.” “How do you even know- oh right, you and Wendell.” You looked down at your sketch. You know it would be awkward at first, but it’d be a great way to meet them all. Plus, you're as good as Angela with her program. It’d be fine. You exhaled, you knew you were going to regret it.

You looked at Angela, she had her desperate look on; eyebrows scrunched, slightly hunched, head tilted. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“OMG, thank you so much. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” She quickly dashes out of her room, and you watch through the glass as she talks to the interns. 

You hoped you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of the smart dorks, it’s already embarrassing in front of the douche. You quickly gathered yourself and continued drawing the victim's face.

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“That's quite an impressive drawing.” You jumped as you felt someone's breath hit your shoulder. “Ha, thank you-” You turned around to meet the eyes of the douche from before, groaning internally.

“The zygomatic arch is too high, though, and the eyes are too close.” He rambled on while you took the criticism. You didn’t mind, you knew he was just trying to help or simply belittle you.

“Right, thanks…” You proceeded to take a picture of the drawing to compare it to the actual victim's face.

“I’ll be taking the skull now.” He grabs the tray with the skull on it, walking away quickly. He didn’t even ask you, you rolled your eyes. 

“Hi there, you must be the new mini Angela. I’m Fisher, one of the better-looking interns.” He introduced himself, a flirty smile appearing. 

“Oh, hi. It’s Y/N and yeah, I guess I am.” You laughed a little, liking his manners.

Well, Y/N, here are the inputs for the Angelatron. If you need anything, and I mean anything. I’m your guy.” He winks as he hands you a file. Well, thank you, I’ll take that into consideration.” You grabbed the file and watched as he walked away, taking a quick glance as he exited the office. Well, that was weird.” You chuckled to yourself, tucking your hair behind your ear. Your face feels hot. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

You finished creating the scenario in about half an hour, driven by the relief you’ll feel after finishing the case. You had concluded the victim fell downstairs and even found the building that matched the injuries. Now that you have completed your work, you have to consult with the interns. You walked to the door and inhaled. Gosh, why couldn’t this be easy? You slowly walked towards the platform, already feeling the sweat form in your palms. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP. The alarm went off as you climbed the platform, startling the interns and causing them to look at you. You were frozen and felt the heat rushing to your face. “Hah, don’t worry, I got you.” You watched as a young, pale man with blue eyes, blonde hair, and a strong build jogged toward you and swiped his card to stop the ringing. “It’s okay, it happens to everyone.” He sheepishly smiles, his eyes giving you comfort.

You continue to walk the stairs. “Thank you, uh.” “The name’s Wendell, nice to meet you.” He holds out his palm. “Fisher told us about you.” You shake his hand, feeling the calloused palm but a strong grip. You hoped he didn’t feel your sweaty palms. You watch as Wendell receives a glare and “dude” from Fisher. You shyly laugh, glancing at the rest of the interns; they do seem friendly-, not that one. The douche doesn’t even glance at you, ignoring him, you gave your attention to the rest of the interns.

“I just finished the scenario with the given inputs, just wanted to check if it was right.” You patted yourself on the back for correctly saying what you rehearsed. “I also got the set of stairs the victim fell down.”

The interns all looked at each other, You didn’t mess up, did you? Ugh, good job, Y/N; you just wasted their time. They talked with each other, using terminology you sort of understood. 

“How did you know it was a flight of stairs?” A handsome and tall brown-skinned man asked.

“I knew it was stairs, you guys, you didn't give me a chance to talk” A petite white woman squeaked.

“Daisy, all you ever do is talk,” Fisher stated, making the other interns snicker.

“It was the computer, really.” To avoid attention and the need to talk, you said. You walked back to the office, hearing their voices behind you. You picked up the tablet and played the scenario. “It’s the right scenario.” You nervously looked at the intern who spoke, it was the douche. But you couldn’t lie, approval from him was keeping you calm.

“What is the point of us if a machine figured out what six interns couldn't?” Dr.Clark exclaimed, and you giggled at his point.  

Well, thank you very much for consulting us,” Fisher said in a flirty tone. “Would you care for a cup of coffee later?” Your eyes widened as his tall complexion hovered over you. “Oh, um, well-” You nervously bit your lip as you felt the interns stare at you both.

“Come on, man, she just helped us. Do you want her to despise us next?” You watched as Arastoo pulled Fisher toward the door.

Ugh, come on, I haven’t been with a hot chick in a while; give me a break!” Fisher shouted as his voice began to break. You blushed at his compliment.

The interns began to leave, and with each one gone, you felt the relief you were looking forward to. 

“You lied.” 

You turned towards the rude intern, surprised to know he acknowledge your work. You crossed your arms and demanded proof. 

“The Angelatron cannot create solutions; it can only display the imputed information. You had to conclude that the victim fell down the stairs. Why didn’t you say that?” He demanded.

“I just didn’t think it was relevant, plus I didn't want to boast in front of a bunch of geniuses.” You turned off the Angelatron and started packing your things. 

“Boasting isn’t bad to do once in a while.” 

Well, that’s coming from a guy who doesn’t do anything but boasts,” You said as you walked past him, giving him a glare.

He grabs your arm. Unlike Wendell’s, his hands were soft and cold, giving you chills going down your back and butterflies in your stomach. You looked back at the sudden contact.

“Listen, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for what happened the other day. I will try to be better.” He tried to give you a smile but ended up looking like he was constipated. You just knew Angela was up to this.

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” You gave him a proper smile.

“Seriously Wells? I was starting to like you.” You both turn your heads to see Fisher, looking at Wells’ hand holding your arm. You took your arm back, trying to conceal the blush on your face. As you were about to reply to Fisher, he got stolen by Arastoo again. You giggled, knowing these two would be good company. You began to walk away.

“Would you go on a date with-” You hoped he said himself  “Fisher?”

You stopped. “No,” you say, turning your face to glance at Wells, “he’s not my type.” He watched as you disappeared from his view, exhaling the breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He smiled to himself as he felt his heart beating out of excitement. Could he be your type?

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A Little Help pt.3

Word count : 1658 Pairing: Paxton Hall-Yoshida x Reader Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/bitchylandtyphoon/657628055677894656/a-little-help?source=share Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/bitchylandtyphoon/670697142064758785/a-little-help-part-2?source=share —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Paxton couldn’t stop thinking about the night that was just so teasing and unforgettable…No, not the night he screwed that one hot chick in the back of his lovely car in the tenth grade, but the night when he never smiled harder with anyone else. The night with Y/N. Paxton was known for being a player who didn't want the real deal.  Considering the one time he wanted a serious thing, he got played. He didn't care what people called him, he embraced it and used it to his own advantage. He was living a pleasurable life. But he just couldn't forget about the kiss, it wasn’t even on the lips! He didn't know why he felt so attracted to Y/N, whether its how kind and fun of a person they are, or their willingness to help him with school, or the way their hair flowed in the wind, or the way their skin felt against Paxton's hands and lips. He just couldn't admit how much they were toying with that heart of his, even though the time they spent together was always fun, the last thing he wanted was to get hurt. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

While lying on your bed, you waited for Paxton to reply to your texts. You felt like you had done something wrong that night. Did he not like it? Was he uncomfortable? Did you smell? OMG, does he hate you now?? Whatever was going on, it wasn’t going well. You guys knew that a study date was coming up since he had a huge test on Friday. Maybe he didn't need you anymore?...No, Paxton wouldn’t stoop that low, plus you were his sister's good friend, he wouldn't hurt you, right? You grabbed your raincoat, telling your mother you’d be going on a walk as you headed out the door. It was a little gloomy, and you could tell it was going to rain, but you're not letting some boy ignore you after all you’ve done for him. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Hi, Mrs.Yoshida, I was just wondering if it would be alright to talk to Paxton?” You asked as you tried to cover yourself from the rain that started getting your clothes wet. “Oh hi Y/N! Come inside, come inside!” She dragged you in and led you to the couch “Stay here for a second. I’ll be right back.” “Alright.” You were glad someone in this household cared about your well-being, plus a place to relax and sit was what you needed after that rain. “Here you go, I had some tea left and figured you should have some after being in the rain! You really need to be careful, Y/N, you might get a cold!” Mrs. Paxton spoke as she brought a mug of hot tea and a large blanket. “Thank you so much, but it’s quite alright.” You hugged the blanket, pulling the heat in more “So where exactly is Paxton?” You asked as you sipped your drink. “Um, I'm not quite sure. Hehe, I think he went out with Trent to go fishing or something, but I’m sure it’ll take him a while to come back home.” Mrs. Yoshida answered that she had combed her fingers through her hair. “Oh, alright.” You thought Paxton wouldn’t be the type to fish. “They should've checked the weather, even though it doesn't seem like the best time to go fishing. But they’re grown men, and I’m sure they’ll be just fine! ” You could see right through this woman; she was definitely hiding something. At least you know where Paxton got his lying “skills”. “So, Y/N, how’s school going? Did you join the play this year? I heard you were good on stage! HAHA, Rebecca really does love talking about you... ” You sipped on your drink as she rambled on and on. Something was wrong, and you only came to see Paxton. The best option was honestly to leave, and you weren't the only one thinking that. *THUMP* You turned your head towards the door leading to the garage, and looking at the door, you saw movement and light. You casually looked at Mrs. Yoshida, who seemed even more nervous and red. “What was that? “OH I'm sure it's nothing. I think it’s time you go now actually, it's getting quite late. And you do need to walk back anyways.” You groaned inside, knowing that the rain was pouring harder than ever. You didn’t want to give up the warm tea and blanket yet. “Alrighty then, I guess I’ll see you soon, Mrs. Paxton.” As you were pushed outside, a quick bye was said before the door closed in your face. face. Well, that wasn’t weird at all.” Covering your head, you stepped into the dark night with heavy rain. *THUMP* Once again, you heard the bumping noise from the garage. You stopped as your ears perked at the noise. “Should I do it Y/N?” You hated making bad decisions. “It's ok, I’ll be sneaky.” You carefully tip-toed to the garage door, trying to look through the door window. You grabbed a soggy cardboard box and put it in front of the garage door, stepping cautiously. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Why was Paxton ignoring Y/N? He didn't even know why. They didn't even do anything wrong, he was just being a drama queen. Even if he got hurt, she was just a friend. Mmm, Paxton, are you okay, baby?” “*Sigh*, I'm alright, don’t worry about it, just do me a favour and kiss me, okay?” He smirked and leaned in. Oh, Paxton, you’re such a flirt.” *CRASH* Paxton and the girls’ heads quickly turned to the door, and an eerie feeling came from outside as it was dark. “What was that?” “Stay here; I'll go look.” Paxton moved the girl off his lap and went to open the door. Just to find the last thing he wanted to see.

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Of course, of course, of course. Of course, this would happen; of course, he would use you and play with you, just to go kiss some other girl. Of course, you would fall for him and think you had a chance with him. Of course, he breaks your heart. Did you really expect him to like you? Of course he would go for her, and not you. You were in the wet mud, and your pants were soaked. Your head was filled with shock and distress. You got up quickly, kicking the box away and trying your hardest to navigate your way through the dark. Walking fast and not looking back to see if he came out. Your heart was racing, and your head was pounding louder than the thunderstorms you heard. “Y/N!! Wait!!” A voice called from behind you. You didn't turn back; you couldn't turn back, so you kept walking. “Come on, Y/N, get out of here, you stupid dummy.” “Y/N!!” Did it really have to hurt this much? Why does he have to bother you and break your heart? Why does he have such an impact on how you feel? You only talked to him for a while, and It was solely for tutoring purposes. You blamed yourself for liking him; you thought about the number of times you could have stopped yourself from showing some sort of crush on him, you wished you could just erase it all and delete every moment you shared with him. “Y/N!!” You felt a hand grab your wrist, halting you. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fuck Paxton, what were you thinking? Now look at what you did. Paxton didn’t know what he was thinking, and that's his problem; he just doesn't think. And he messed up like he always does. Running out the door, he didn't think twice about getting a jacket; he just knew he had to get to you before anything bad happened. "Paxton…what’s up?” “Are you spying on us?” Paxton asked, startling you. “What? Why would you think-” “That was a low move, Y/N, what’s your problem?” “I swear I wasn’t, I was just walking. ” Why are you getting mad, Paxton? it’s not even her fault, stop overreacting for fuck's sake. " Don’t even try to lie, you’re the only one walking out here. I knew you were weird, but I didn’t know you were this weird. Why the fuck are you such a creep? I should've never let you hang out with Rebecca. Stay away from us.” What.The.Hell.Paxton. Why are you saying this stuff? What did they do to you? All they did was help you. Why are you yelling at them? It’s your fault, not theirs. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------- You looked at Paxton in shock, did he not realize what he was doing? You felt your eyes starting to burn. You knew you would get hurt from this, and you knew he would pull a stupid stunt like this. You knew it, and you could have done something about it. You pulled your hand back from his grip. *SLAP* “I'll fucking leave you alone if you want;, all you had to do was say so.” Turning around, you walked away from Paxton. You didn't know what happened, but you knew that this would be the last of you two talking, and you'd make sure of it. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Paxton felt the sting on his face being soothed by the cold rain. He touched his cheek, taking in what had happened. “Paxton BABY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” He heard a voice say from behind, coming closer,  “Omg, who was that creep? Come inside, baby. You’re fucking wet, Jesus Christ.” “Leave.” “What? babe??” “I said leave. ” “Ugh, what a fucking prick.” Walking back to his couch, he sat on it, rethinking what had happened. I'll fucking leave you alone if you want; all you had to do was say so.

God, Y/N, you did not deserve that. He dropped his soaked head into his hands, wincing as he felt his cheek sting. He deserved that. 

@lucy-loaf @marimarvelfan @exonct07 @wreslingaddicttt

[bitchylandtyphoon]

its too good😭

silent love masterlist

series summary: Rafe Cameron is never one to turn down a challenge. When his best friend makes a bet with him for the summer, he doesn’t say no. After all, he’s known for the trail of broken hearts that he leaves in his path. And there’s no way that this one could be any different… Right?

a/n: hi all!!! welcome to my new series, one that i am incredibly proud of and so excited for. i hope you all enjoy, let me know any thoughts that you have on it, and happy reading my lovelies!! 

total word count: 41.8k 

warnings: (updated as series goes) swearing, drug use, underage drinking, mentions of abusive parents, mentions of violence and fighting, implied sexual scenarios

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

part eleven

extras: face claims

blurbs: fourteen, moments, through the grapevine

[bitchylandtyphoon]

Me asf!

[bitchylandtyphoon]

yes.

Writers who write stories that have Shuri or Riri calling the reader “mama” “ma” or “mami”. Yall deserve y’all’s coochies ate.

[bitchylandtyphoon]

Me after seeing shuri standing there in that purple suit wit them shades

[bitchylandtyphoon]

8-16-2021

I just— whenever any male teacher needs to talk with me or I need to talk with them I jsut gain this overwhelming sense of fear?

And like, the fear grows especially when they’re being nice or joking with me, and I feel bad because I guess they’re trying to make me feel more comfortable but that just makes me feel more uncomfortable because I get suspicious.

And like when they try to give everyone nicknames? I still slight discomfort with that and it’s just supposed to be a fun little thing so the teachers can hav a connection with their students but like— bro I don’t feel comfortable having a connection with a teacher that isn’t a girl because like— what if— anything can happen—

I’m jumping to conclusions, you don’t have to tell me, and I know it’s probably not normal to be paranoid to to the point where you’re jumping to unnecessary conclusions. But like, I only had one good relationship with one teacher and it was this goofy old man I had as my western Civ teacher in 9th grade, whose daughter had the same name as my little cousin and we bonded over science fiction. And it took me a while to adjust to him.

So maybe it’s the same with the other male teachers? I don’t know: one of the teachers had me come into us office to talk with him about the fact that I couldn’t log into my computer to download apps for school, and I just suddenly got this looming sense of dread hoping that he wouldn’t close the door too, even if there were thousands of students and teacher outside who would stop any situation immediately. I think he could tell I was a bit nervous because he tried to joke around about me being in Health class and if anything happened to him I would I have to help him. But I couldn’t stop the wave of relief I felt when I left his office.

And another teacher whose a coach, he doesn’t even interact with me that much. He just walks around and sometimes looks at me, but then continues walking. Like it’s not even a long stare or a glare, it’s just a short glance and he continues walking. But I don’t know why, I just feel like he’s analyzing me, like he’s targeting me. That feeling is so uncomfortable especially when you realize this man isn’t doing anything to you but you feel like he’s still doing everything to you when he really is just trying to get on with his job.

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A Little Help ~ Part 2

A/N : ikk ikk it's super late and apologize to those who asked for this months ago! I just started school and it's hard to write a lengthy fic in a cramped time. The GIF is not mine! Enjoyy~ PART 1 : https://bitchylandtyphoon.tumblr.com/post/657628055677894656/a-little-help

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“Ok, so you have to add this number right here to solve the equation but you should try writing it all out if you want to memorize it, ok?” “Yess, thank you very much Y/N” You flash him a smile in return. You were currently at the familiar kitchen table teaching Paxton some advanced math formulas. Since Math was the most difficult for him you wanted to start with that. You were thinking about starting science next since you guys mostly covered Math throughout the past weeks. “So, Y/N do you...have a boyfriend?” Paxton asked attempting to avoid your eyes “Wh-what? Why does that peak your interest all of a sudden?” You asked, eyes wide.

“Well, I- just uh. It's nothing, forget about it.” You’ve never been so embarrassed before. “Do you want more juice or something? It’s been a while since you were here.” He was right, you were at Paxtons house for a good amount of time and you couldn't deny the fact that you were a little hungry. You would kill for a pizza or something. “Nah, I’m good thank-” Your stomach growled loudly making you cower in embarrassment. “Ok, maybe ill go for a sandwich or something.” “Don't worry about it, I’ll order some pizza” Paxton smiled as he reached for his phone. “Thanks,” you gave a thankful smile at him. “Anything specific you want or don’t want?” Paxton questioned as you were cleaning papers off of the kitchen table to make room for the food. “Uhh, no not really, I'm ok with whatever” You watched Paxton as he went into the living room leaving you alone in the kitchen. You spun around in the stool and you waited for his return. Trying not to make a lot of noise, you walked to the wall full of pictures. Throughout all the years you were friends with Rebecca you never took the time to look at these pictures carefully. You didn’t wanna roam around. You looked at each picture carefully trying to catch even the smallest details. You smiled as you saw the Yoshida family going on adventures and capturing the special moments they’ve had in their life, it was adorable and interesting at the same time. You couldn't help but smile when you saw pictures of Paxton and Rebecca when they were younger, in every one Paxton's smile was wide as an orange. He was so cute you couldn't stop yourself from giggling. It was sad that Paxton didn’t smile as much now, he looked nice when he smiled. “Pizza’s gonna be here in 20-ish mins, we can chill in the meantime” Paxton announced as he walked back into the kitchen. “Alright, thanks again,” you said as you looked at him. As you went back to observing the pictures you felt Paxton appear beside you. “You know, I can never understand why people love looking at these pictures every time they come over,” Paxton confessed as he scanned the pictures with you. “Maybe because you guys look so adorable and precious in these pictures” You glanced at Paxton before looking at the pictures again “it’s nice to see you guys getting along and smiling together.” Paxton sighed as he looked down at his shoes “The other day I was talking to my parents, and when I told them I had to raise my GPA, they couldn't believe that I could do it.” He looked back up “I don't even know if I can do it.” You looked at him sympathetically, you knew he was going through a tough time but he couldn't lose himself now. “Paxton, don't say that. You can do it, I know you can. You might not be the next Einstein but you’re a great athlete and a hard worker. You don't take shit from anyone and you’re your boss. I know that comment might've got to you, but don't let it man. You can do this” You put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a smile in which he returned as he mumbled a small thanks. “Now what do you say we ditch the books and game, you worked hard today” “Hell yeah!” —————————————————❈————————————————

“Heyyyy, that’s not fair moveee.” “Hell no, you’re already winning.” “Now that's just rude.” Going into a fit of laughter, you pushed Paxton’s hand away from your face to see the T.V better. The two of you were in the garage with an almost done pizza, soft drinks and dim lights. You watched Paxton in the corner of your eye, smiling at the happy Paxton beside you. You mentally sighed at how charming he looked. “Yes, let's go!” Paxton yelled as he stood up in victory. You laughed once again. “And why exactly weren’t you this excited when we were studying huh?” You teasingly asked as you arched your eyebrows and crossed your arms “that's just offensive sir” You said as you shook your head. “What can I say, school is not my thing,” Paxton said making you both chuckle and lay back on the couch. You couldn't blame him, school was hard and not exactly amusing. “And no, I don’t have a boyfriend,” you said as you put the controller down You could see Paxton give you a confused expression until he remembered his question from before. “Hm, do you like anyone?” Paxton cautiously questioned. “I mean, there are some people here and there but nothing too big.” you started tidying up your mess. “Plus, I wanna have a serious relationship, not some fling.” You hear Paxton hum, you hoped you didn’t hurt his feeling or anything, he did have a thing for flings and not the best relationships. “What about you, don’t you get chicks every other second?” He smirked at your comment “Yep, I deff get a lot of chicks but right now I don't think I'm in the mood for dating someone” You saw as his facial expression changed to a not-so-happy one. “Heyy, it’s great being single plus you get to work on yourself you know?” he flashed you a smile. You were surprised at how close you two were at first, you could feel his breathing on your face. You didn't realize how pretty his eyes were before, they were a mixture of golden honey and a dark green forest. His expensive cologne made you wanna melt. His features were so sharp you were sure they were sharper than a knife if only you could feel his perfect face. —————————————————❈———————————————— Paxton didn’t realize how gorgeous you were until now, your face was mere inches from his. His eyes scanned your dark/bright (E/C) eyes, they were so mysterious yet somehow kept on pulling him into you. Your lashes made your eyes seem bigger and gave you a cute innocent look. He glanced down to your soft lips every so often, the closeness of you two making it hard to resist the urge to kiss you right then. Moving his hand to your jaw he gently pulled you closer to him, his hands were rough yet he touched you as if you were fragile glass. He closed his eyes as he waited for the soft touch of lips. —————————————————❈————————————————

RINGGG RINGGGG Both of you jolted away from each other as your heard someone's phone ring. The two of yous being flustered and embarrassed tried to avoid eye contact as both scrambled for the ringing phone. “Hello?” Paxton stopped searching as he heard (Y/N)’s voice, assuming it was her phone that rang. “Yeah yeah, im coming sorry. We’re done anyway. Yeah ok bye.” turning your phone off, you looked back at Paxton who knew you had you leave. “It’s fine, ill uh get the rest of the homework done, you should mm go home since it’s late anyway,” Paxton said a little less flustered yet continued to avoid eye contact. “Ok then well uh, I'm uh gonna go now.” You headed for the door giving Paxton a quick “Bye” before quickly shutting it. Paxton let out the breath he was holding in. He grazed his lips with his fingers as he chuckled at the close call. He didn't know what to feel or think, he was just too shocked at the fact that he was so flustered from a kiss that didn't even happen. He smiled, shaking his head he laid back on the couch. —————————————————❈————————————————

You shut the door behind you as you began to speed walk as if your life depended on it. Well, your parents might kill you for coming home late but you would gladly off yourself for that spicy moment. You just couldn't wrap your finger around it, Paxton did say he wasn’t interested in anyone, yet he made a move on you. Just thinking about it brought the heat to your face. Coming to a brought stop you took a moment. “Ok (Y/N), calm down, it was nothing. Maybe he was just sleepy or drunk for all we know. Nothing happened and nothing ever will.” taking a few breathers you began to walk again. It was pretty scenery outside, the sun was setting making the sky look as if it was painted, the wind was gently blowing making the trees rattle. It was Pinterest-worthy scenery. In the back of your head you felt like you were forgetting something, you know you weren't, you had your phone, your bag- Shit, you forgot your bag. You groaned at how stupid you thought you were, you were already halfway home and it was getting dark and a bit cold. Plus your parents were already waiting for your arrival. Sighing, you had two options; either run back to Paxtons house and get the bag now or go tomorrow. Either option was bad since you had to encounter Paxton. You could've asked Rebeccas but if she knew about the whole close call kiss, she would never let you live peacefully again. Giving up you decided to continue walking home, it’s fine you thought, he’ll probably forget. HONK HONK you winced at the annoying sound, turning back you saw a familiar jeep slowing down near you. “Hey, uh you forgot your bag” Of course, it was Paxton, was the universe against you or something. Couldn’t it have been someone else? God this was embarrassing. At least you had your stuff now. “Thank you so much, Paxton, really” You opened the car door and reached for your bag about to take it out. “Get in I’ll give you a ride.” Paxton offered. You were surprised, considering you ruined a moment and he still wanted to talk to you. Not wanting to make things worse, you silently got in the jeep. The car ride was pretty awkward except for the music playing in the background, he turned it up every so often. Paxton didn't know what to say or do other than to keep driving. He wanted to say something but was too scared but it was just too awkward. he kept on turning the volume up and down when he wanted to say something. He couldn’t stop himself from staring at (Y/N), they look so beautiful and he couldn't stop thinking about them after the close call kiss. He glanced at them every so often, the way their hair blew in the wind, the way they nervously bit their lip, the way they looked outside with such awe made his stomach give him butterflies. “Anyways, hehe, thanks for the ride, make sure to do your homework and get some sleep. Goodnight Paxton.” You bid your farewells to Paxton “Goodnight (Y/N), and I will mom” He chuckled, as you were about to open the door, you looked back at Paxton in the eyes and gave him a short and sweet kiss on the cheek. quickly jumping out of the car and running to your home. Paxton was stuck in time, never once did he think (Y/N) would be the one to make a move. His cheeks flushed and he smiled, a big smile this time.

[bitchylandtyphoon]

I saw this posted on twt but haven’t seen it on tumblr yet:

Y’ALL.

QUANNAH CHASINGHORSE

UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT.

BTS:

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Vanilla~

Drabble Word count : 296 Pairing : Sam Winchester x reader A/N: Sorry for it being so short I really wanted to post something but this is all that's coming to my mind. I'm working on the Paxton fic so stay updated for that!! Enjoy~ You looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked nicer than you usually did. Every day you wore jeans and some flannel with some random worn-out shoes. But today was different, you were different. Sam and you needed to go undercover for a black-tie event, which meant you both needed to get dolled up for it. You were worried at first since it’s been a while since you wore something fancy and you didn’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of Sam. “You got this Y/N.” fixing the small wrinkles in your outfit you opened the door to be met with a very handsome Sam Winchester. He was wearing a plain black tux with a small bow that tied everything up. His hair was sleeked back, face freshly shaved. Instead of smelling like fresh woods and good cheap soap, he smelt of vanilla and radiated sensual and rich. Sam couldn’t stop himself from coughing at the sight of you. You were good-looking but this was another level. “Wow, Y/N you look, you look good.” He scratched the back of his head as you felt a blush creeping up your face. “You don’t look that bad yourself Winchester” You chuckle as you felt an arm creep around your own. Looking up to see Sam smiling down at you. “Well why don’t we carry on m’lady” He joked as a grin formed

“Of course my lord” You replied as you both walked to the hotel door. “Oh my god, I feel like a dad watching his son take his prom date out” Dean joked as he fake-wiped tears. “DEAN” “DEAN” “What I’m just saying” You two rolled your eyes giving Dean a glare. He just had to ruin the moment. But the night was definitely worth it.

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Hey guys sorry that i havent been posting in a while. Does anyone want any fics specifically. I cant really think of any fic ideas and i need some inspo. Please and thank you!

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sam wilson deserves better

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Nothing feels better than listening to a playlist made to remember a character. I swear these playlists are gonna be the end of me. I love them so fricking muchhh😖 Miles Morales Playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3HGNxXLCuVDdAjiWLjTJ0K?si=334af38676fc4949 I made this one! Feel free to check it out!

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A little help

Gif does not belong to me!! Credit to marrissacooper Part 1? Word Count: 2484 Paring: Paxton-Hall Yoshida x Reader Warnings: Talks about g*ns, the words k*ill and p*rn, language, set in season 2 of Never Have I Ever so spoilers ahead! A/N: Hi hi! I hope you guys are having a nice day/night so far! I’ve been watching season 2 of Never Have I Ever and developed a crush on Paxton. I tried finding some fanfiction but found nothing :( Soooo I decided to make one just for him! Also the first part before the line break but after the long paragraph is a scene from the show itself so its not from me myself !! If you have any recommendations feel free to tell me! Any suggestion leave it in the suggestion drop box thingy! Sorry, I'm new to this whole Tumblr thing! Summary: Paxton needed to raise his grades and needs help from a certain someone. —————————————————❈———————————————— Everything was going downhill for Paxton. Even if he had chicks behind him every 10 seconds, he felt betrayed and alone. He got into a fight with his family, which made Rebecca disappointed, Devi played him and his friends were being assholes. Gosh, the list can go on and on. But the most annoying thing bothering him was his broken arm. After the accident at Devi’s “rager” party that landed him a broken arm, he couldn't swim. He was told he needed to raise his GPA to get into at least one college. “Ayyy, what are you doing home so early?” Trent asked “Oh, right. No swimming for you Nemo.” “Yeah, no swimming for me” Paxton closed the door behind him “Wait do you usually come to hang out at my house when I'm not home? Paxton asked with a confused expression. “Yep, find it's a peaceful place to sit with my thoughts” Trent responded, “or to watch porn.” “Didn't need to know that” Paxton sighed and sat down on the couch “What's wrong buddy? You seem down” Trent asked, seeing how down Paxton looked. “Ms. Warner said without swimming, college isn't looking so great for me” “Ehh, who needs college. After high school, I'm going straight to youtube. Get this. I'm gonna react to reaction videos” “Cool,” Paxton responded not finding it cool at all but still trying to be a supporting friend. “I know right” Paxton didn't know what to do. He thought everything was laid out perfectly. But of course, things went bad for him. He wished things would get better. “Paxton, you good?” “Yeah, yeah I'm great man. Just kinda don't know what I'm doing with myself” “Oh, I'm gonna tell you what to do. Now that you're free, we can party every day.” Trent reached behind his backpack to show some fireworks “You wanna blow some shit up?” Paxton sad face changing into a happy one “Oh shit” Even though the two were different. They still found a way to connect with one another. —————————————————❈———————————————— Since he came back from school he was a little hungry and wanted a snack. Heading to the kitchen, he chose an apple. Even if he wasn't swimming he should still stay in good shape. He sat down on a chair and started thinking about a plan to raise his grades. “Oh my gosh! That looks so good! How did you manage to do that, I could never.” A voice peaked Paxton’s interest. Who was at the house? Was it one of Rebecca’s friends? Out of curiosity he still went to check. “I don't know to be honest. I looked at the magazines you bought for me and got some ideas.” “You are so talented, where do you even get it from?” “I have no idea” knock knock knock “Come in! Paxton? What are you doing here?” Paxton saw as his sister and Y/N were in her room looking at some papers, that he assumed were Rebecca's designs. Y/n was one of Rebbecca’s good friends, he knew them from school too but never really talked to them. He didn’t mind Y/n they were nice and supportive to Rebecca. Y/n was 2 years younger than Rebecca but they were still good friends. He appreciated Y/n being there for his sister when he couldn’t be. “Can’t I check up on my sister?” He answered leaning against the door. “Yeah yeah, do you need anything? Y/n and I are gonna head

out. She’s been studying a lot so I wanted to drag her out of her house.” Rebecca said as she started cleaning the papers off her bed. Paxton watched as Y/n shyly smiled at him. Cute he thought. “Y/n, can you help me clean this up?” “Yeah sure,” Y/n scrambled to her knees, cleaning the papers off the floor. They were trying not to make a fool of themselves in front of the Paxton Yoshida. Y/n never found Paxton interesting. He was just another boy who was popular and “perfect” but what really captured their attention was Paxton’s side that was shown to Rebecca. At school, he was a rowdy, a player a jerk etc. But at home he was a different person, he was so kind and generous with his sister. After that Y/n fell for him real hard. Y/n didn't have any high hopes. Y/n knew they were in different parts of the world and didn't dwell over it. It is what it is. That doesn't mean they stopped liking him of course. They just put their feelings aside. “Okay well. You guys stay safe. I'm gonna be in the kitchen. Have fun” Paxton said as he walked away from the two closing the door behind him. Before you got to say “bye” he was gone. You sigh. *Smack* “Owww what was that for,” Y/n said as they rubbed their head “Why did you hit me I didn't do anything” “When are you gonna make a move on him? You’re gonna be lonely forever, you watch” Rebecca said with her arms crossed head shaking no. “Rebecca” you rolled your eyes “you know it's never gonna happen- wait how did you know I liked him. I don't like him. I just think he's cute-you know? Like a friend of course nothing else.” Y/n stammered. “God you are so obvious” Rebecca groaned as she pulled you from the ground onto your feet. “Come on we got so much to do” “Yeah yeah, I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back,” Y/n said as they patted down their clothes. “Ok, be quick though!!” “Got it, ma'am,” Y/n said walking into the bathroom. —————————————————❈———————————————— “Hey, Rebecca, what is Y/n studying for?” Paxton asked as he threw the finished apple in the garbage. “Why do you want to know?” Rebecca asked, squinting her eyes at him. “Tell me the truth Paxton” Paxton sighed “I need a tutor to help raise my GPA and I don’t know the first thing to do” This was a perfect situation. She was gonna play cupid and get these two together. Devi broke Paxton’s heart and Paxton needed someone to be there for him. They would make a nice couple and she knew it. “They’re studying for math, I don't know to be honest but they get really good grades. You should ask Y/N to tutor you. They are really smart.” Rebecca said. “What? No.” He scratched his head as he burst his answer. “Why not? You guys would click pretty fast” Rebecca said, bouncing her eyebrows up and down. “Rebecca, don't even. I'm done with relationships. I just got played by a nerd.” He started walking away but Rebecca pulled on his arm. “Okkk okkk sorry. Just ask them though. They can help you a lot and maybe you’ll get a nice friend for once” “Wait, what's wrong with my friends?” He asked with his eyebrows furrowed “Everything” Rebecca jokingly said as Paxton glared at her “Ok I'm back, sorry” You came in seeing the two jokes around. “OW,” he clutched his foot glaring at his sister. “Go on,” Rebecca whispered with an innocent smile. With a sigh, Paxton spoke “Can I talk to you after you guys come back? If it’s alright with you of course?” You were taken aback. Thee Paxton wanted to talk to you?? Sigh, it was probably a dare of some sort. You put a brave face on. “Yeah of course” You answered, smiling at him. “Perfect, I'll catch you later then,” Paxton said as the two walked out the door. Giving them a small bye he sighed. He hoped you would say yes. —————————————————❈———————————————— Who knew the day would be good. You were surprised at how fun it was though, you were so used to staying in the house studying that you forgot what the outside world was. Well, at least you got some good ass grades from your hard work. You guys were heading back to Rebecca’s house. It was getting late and you

needed to head home before your parents would kill you but you needed to get your stuff first. As Rebecca opened the door the thought of Paxton filled your head. Shit. you were fucked. What were you gonna say? Would it be bad? Oh gosh, you bet it was some prank. You hoped he forgot about it. You entered the house to see the lights off but the sound coming from Paxton’s hangout spot. As long as you two were quiet everything would be fine. “Hisss” You were blinded by the bright lights of the kitchen “Rebeccaaa” “Sorry sorry it was way too dark in here,” Rebecca said laughing You both walked to her room, well you ran. You were trying to avoid the planned meetup. You were glad the guys didn’t hear you two. After picking up some of your belongings in her room, you gave her a small wave and began to walk out of the house. “Gosh that was close” You were relieved, but still felt guilty. Paxton did seem desperate but you didn't wanna fall into a prank. “Oh fuck it” You turned around, you didn't know why but you just did. You walked towards their hangout spot and knocked on the door. “It’s open!” Hearing Paxton’s voice you opened the door to see him and Trent playing video games. You knew they would take a while, it looked like they just started a game. “Oh hey y/n, do you mind waiting a good 20 mins?” Paxton asked, eyes still on the tv. “Oh, yeah of course I'll just wait outside-” “Nahhh come and watch us we’re freaking good bro,” Trent said eating a slice of pizza “Are you sure? I don’t mind being outside.” You asked. You didn't mind it was pretty outside but it was chilly. “Just come on in we got food, drinks and guys, what's more to like,” Trent said with a suggestive smirk. You laughed and came in sitting down on a separate chair not wanting to get too close with the guys. You watched them play, finding it amusing. You played video games yourself. You weren't the best but you were pretty good. “If you're gonna be running and sniping you should try adding the stippled tape, it’ll help trust me,” You said pointing to the screen “Add the double-time too since the gun is heavy and will cause you to slow down.” You looked at the guys seeing their surprised faces. “Since when did you play video games, aren't you a nerd or something,” Trent asked, getting a glare from Paxton. “Aha well, when I have time I play. I'm not the best though I just know the basics.” You shrugged explaining yourself. It was true though. You did enjoy gaming, it was fun and something different. Paxton reached for the table and gave you an extra controller. “Here, play.” “Are you sure you guys seem like your having fun and I gotta go home soon,” “Just play one round and then I’ll walk you out.” Paxton budget. “Hm ok fine but don't blame me if we lose,” You said, grabbing the controller adoring how it was see-through “nice controller, by the way, it looks sick.” “Oh, thanks and don't worry. We suck ass anyway. What do you wanna play?” Paxton asked getting a playful punch from Trent. “I'm down with anything” You responded smiling. —————————————————❈———————————————— “15 kills??? How in the hell did you get so many kills?? Oh my godddd. You are sick bro. We got our first freaking place. Let's goo” Trent exclaimed as he was awed at how good you were. You gave a smile and laughed. “Ok you’re invited next time,” Paxton said, gawking at the screen. “Yeah right, as if Rebecca would allow that” You grabbed your bag and put the controller on the table signalling that it was your time to go. It was a long game and you were getting tired. You were 100% sure you’d get a nice yelling once you came home but an excuse would do the trick. “Anyways, I gotta go. Don't eat too much Pizza or you’ll puke Trent.” With a “yeah yeah mom” from Trent and bye from the two boys, you left the area and started walking home feeling like you forgot something. —————————————————❈———————————————— You came out of the shower, drying your hair with a towel. Sitting in front of your vanity you heard a buzz from your phone. “Unknown number? Who did I give my number

to?” view on phone ??: Hey Y/N: Hi? Do I know you? ??: Oh, it's me, Paxton in Y/n head “What??? How did he get my- OMG Rebeccaaa” You groaned internally, you were gonna kill her. You quickly changed the number to “Paxton”. view on phone Y/n: Let me guess, Rebecca gave you my number?😑 Paxton: Yep lol. Also, I forgot to talk to you earlier. in Y/n head Fuck, you forgot, again. Dumb y/n. Taking a breath, you mentally prepared yourself. view on phone Y/N: Oh yeahh, sorry about that. Do you want to talk about it now? Paxton: I was just wondering if you’d be down to tutor me? Rebecca always talks about how you get good grades and study a lot. And due to my broken arm, I have to raise my GPA to get into the college I want. Is it ok if you help me? in Y/n head Tutor Paxton. You stared blankly at the screen. That's what he wanted?? Well so much for panicking. Well, it wouldn't hurt. You knew it would be hard work but he needed help and you didn’t mind giving a hand. view on phone Y/n: Hm, well I'm ok with it as long as you prioritize the time we spend studying and committing to it ok? Paxton: Yep got it ma'am Y/n: So when are you free? Paxton: I'm free every day after school maybe after hanging out with the guys though. Y/n: Ok well I have after-school classes so I'm only free on certain days and certain hours. Sorry about that. But I can try to help you as much as I can. What subject do you need help with? Paxton: Ight it’s fine. And I'm having trouble with every subject. Y/n: Ok that’s fine😊. I'll send you my schedule later if that's alright. We’ll make a schedule for us after school tomorrow. Is it ok if I come by tomorrow? Paxton: Yeah. Y/n: Okk perfect, I'm heading to bed now so gn :) Paxton: Lol gn in Y/n head Oh. My. gosh. This day couldn't get any better for you. “Gosh, am I in a tv show like what???” You chuckled to yourself and closed your eyes. Oh, the things that were going to happen to you.