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Strawberry Milkshakes

Paxton Hall-Yoshida x Reader -  House parties turned into late night drives. [1.3KWords]

The house shook, its walls were trembling as music bounced off every surface. The dwelling was too small for all these teenagers to mingle in, but its foundation stayed strong as people continued to stomp all over its hardwood floors. The home never wavered as it weathered the storm of spilled drinks and drunken make out sessions. Everything was loud, and strangely dark with only small pockets of light creating pathways. You absent-mindedly drummed your fingers to the beat of music, the tips of your figures sticky from your beer. 

This wasn’t your first rodeo. You’ve been to plenty of house parties before. You usually enjoyed these type of events, finding enjoyment in the lightshows and the friendly catchup sessions with old classmates, but this one was different. The overwhelming sense of crowd made you feel so small yet so big. It felt as if even a minor misstep into the wrong direction could create irreversible mayhem but it also felt like that you were just a spec of dust to these other high schoolers. It was an odd feeling. And you hated it. 

Paxton had his arm wrapped around your waist, and another holding a red solo cup. The teen was trying his best to listen to Trent’s latest entrepreneurial scheme but it was hard to stay focused when his concern for you was coursing through his veins. He could feel your skin grow tackier and your muscles beginning to jitter. Paxton had decided then and there that enough was enough. 

The call of your name snapped you out of your trance. You turn towards your boyfriend, confusion lacing your features. Had you missed something he said? 

“You there, Bun?” Paxton asked again. “We can go home if you want.” He had abandoned his spiked drink and the rest of his best friends story entirely. His eyes pierced through your graze, making your heart skip a beat. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to ruin your fun. I’m fine.” You reassured, taking another sip of your drink. The brew did little to calm your nerves. Usually you’d be a blushing mess of a person hearing your boyfriend – the Paxton Hall-Yoshida – call you by that nickname. But the smog of the room was beginning to become suffocating and you had lost the ability to say much more than your words of half-hearted optimism. 

“Nuh uh, c’mon we’re getting you out of here” Paxton declared. His arm swooped fully around your body, supporting your back as he guided your stiffened stance out the door. 

The fall winds caused goosebumps on your skin when you met it outside. The distance between the house and Paxton’s Jeep was a short one, but your dizzy state left you incredibly slow. Paxton was patient though, continuing to guide you through your journey to the car despite the sloth-like pace, whispering soft words of ‘Don’t worry take your time’ and ‘It’s okay, I’ve got you’. Once you reached the safety of the Jeep you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You felt a hand on your forehead as the teen took in your current condition. You let Paxton tuck your sweat soaked hair behind your ear and dab your cheeks with some left over takeaway napkins that he kept handy. 

Although Paxton was worried sick about your sudden panic at the party, he couldn’t help but muse at how beautiful you looked. The scrunched fabric of your top did wonders for you, especially as the white fabric clung to your skin. Not to mention the silk of your black skirt, and how it draped over your tired legs. Oh God.

“My eyes are up here, Yoshida.” You teased, gaining back some of your energy. “Although, I never get tired of how you look at me.” 

Paxton's laugh was music to your ears, a spell that made you fall harder every time.  

“I’m sorry. You’re just burning up and those long sleeves can’t be helping.” He replied while disregarding his growing blush. “I know what will help though.” Paxton looked at you suggestively with his eyebrow raised and an arm reaching towards you. 

You gave him a questioning look back, unsure of what type of funny business he was about to perform next. 

“A late night drive with all the windows down and singing to the Jonas Brothers songs all the way to Foster Freeze for milkshakes.” Paxton shot you a wide smile as he closed the gap between the two of you to roll down your passenger side window. The two of you were practically nose to nose now, his lips seconds away from yours. “Your favourite activity.” He stated knowing exactly what this proximity is doing to you. 

Your throat bobbed as you swallowed the unexpected lump that had appeared. Before you had a chance to act upon the situation, Paxton quickly pulled away.

Within moments the Jeep began to roll down the streets of San Fernando Valley. The tunes of your favourite childhood boyband filled the air as a hurricane of brisk evening winds and traffic lights filled your senses. Though even the cold gush of wind wasn’t enough to cool you down from that heightened moment, the mental image of your boyfriend’s lips permanently seared into your mind. 

Foster Freeze had the best strawberry milkshakes. And though Paxton would typically argue for team chocolate, even he had to admit that the strawberry milkshakes from the dinner was something other-worldly. As he pulled the vehicle into park, he decided to push your buttons further. Just a little bit. “Okay, what would you like Bun?” He asked, giving you his signature dreamy eyes. 

“Just a large strawberry milkshake.” You requested, giving him a doe-eyed look in return. 

With a light nod, Paxton began to make his way out the car without another word. And just as he had predicted, the second his hand reached the handle, he heard a audible protest from your pretty mouth. It was quiet, but unmistakable and it made Paxton’s gut do summersaults. 

You couldn’t see it, but the grin that grew on Paxton’s face was shit-eating. “Are you forgetting something?” You asked innocently, not wanting to admit the yearn you had for a kiss. Your boyfriend always kissed you before he left anywhere, no matter whether it was for five minutes or five hours. Paxton never left you empty handed. 

“Oh right,” He replied. Turning back to fumble with the middle compartment before fishing out his wallet. “Almost forgot, thanks! You’re so thoughtful (Y/N).” He began his exit again before feeling the soft tug of his t-shirt. 

“I think you’re forgetting something else.” Your advised, your voice so delicate that it almost made Paxton’s heart burst. 

He couldn’t help it anymore. The teen turned around once more, his hands landing familiarly on the side of your face, placing your lips right into the crevice of his own. You tasted like left over booze and candy lip-gloss. Paxton felt you relax in his touch, your wandering hands finding the hem of his jeans. This made him smile into your kiss, making the touch breathy. 

“So just a strawberry milkshake?” Paxton asked pulling away and returning your ability to breathe. 

It was your turn to nod lightly now, your kiss-stained lips turning into a teethy smile. “And a large fries please.” You added, finally allowing him to run into the diner before it closed. 

You admired Paxton’s figure as you watched him exit the car and walk towards the restaurant, his figure getting smaller as the distance between the two of you grew. He waved at you half-way, offering his patented teenage heartthrob grin. You smiled back, your mouth still burning from the kiss he left you with. Even from a distance you can see the mischief within his eyes as he continued walking backwards. It was if he was  asking you, ‘Are sure you don’t want anything else?’ 

And you did want one more thing, Paxton knew that. But that’s a different dessert that you’re gonna save for another late night drive.

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[anonymouslyagitated]

Third Times the Charm

I'm starting to write fanfiction because there isn't enough porn of Paxton hall Yoshida

Warning: suggestive and Shira being annoying

Pt1

Although you weren't a whore; who wasn't for PAXTON FRICKING HALL FRICKING YOSHIDA!!?!? For a teenager he sure was something. He sure was packing sum too. So, not being a whore, still liking Paxton your in a predicament...

"Ooooooh, you next girl" Shira says clinging to a guys arm and somehow flirting with some guy across the room. Wait. WAIT!

"PAAXTONN, Come joinnnnnuhhh us" she says loudly in an extremely irritating voice calling him over. You weren't one for these types of games and you certainly didn't know he was here but for a person who got dragged here; things were going pretty well. 'Fuck, he's sitting next to her. That's alright tho, it's spin the bottle.................' mind blank, looking over at Paxton who now had Shira on his arm instead of that random guys you realise something, something that never would have occurred unless you were dreaming. There was a chance you would kiss- since when were you lucky? you could never...

"How about seven minutes in heaven" this catches your attention, now all you can focus on in Shira clinging on to his arm, sucking on a lollipop and giving this guy fuck me eyes like he's the last man on earth. He chuckled nervously once he realised you were looking and tries to shift away from her, but unfortunately for you she is persistent. Everyone (the 6 people) in the circle all seem to agree, given they are attractive.

"I think imma be sick man" Trent mutters

"Uh-huh.. how about a- a vote?" Paxton tries to say before somehow being spoken over.

"How about we vote on it?" You repeat.

Everyone puts their hand up in favour except the schools whore. Paxton? This was new..

For a sex icon he sure was being pussy repellent.

Shira takes initiative by spinning the bottle, landing onnnnnn. Fuck, you. Well that's what the next person may do. Shit. Shit. Shit. These guys sucked.

You keen towards that bottle like your life depends on it before being quite disappointed when it landed on Shira. She was hot but she was an ass. You got ready to get up to go to the closet before Shira started complaining.

"No offence. But like no"

Understanding, you sat back down and spun it again. This time more than disappointed at who it landed on. Trent. Dude that's so annoying. Buttt the universe and stars align as he begins to throw up all over the carpet. Paxton gets up to where Trent was originally sitting as you spin the bottle yet again. It lands where Trent previously stood, where Paxton now kneels over for his best friend.

"Seriously" Shira complains he again. Catching the attention of Paxton.

"We'll get in there lovebirds" Trent says, wiping away his vomit.

Damn you wish you lost your virginity in a better way.

#paxton hall yoshida #paxton h y #x Reader #paxton x reader #Paxton x Reader

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A Trip With Bets and Confessions-Paxton x Reader (Hostel)

Summary: After years of being friends with Paxton and his best friends, you all decide to take a trip with them to Slovakia despite his closest friends being against it at first. Things won't be easy when you both have feelings for each other while trying to impress other people to catch each other's attention. (This was requested by @thefanficmonster I hope you enjoy it and sorry for taking so long!)

"Are you 100% percent sure you're tagging along?" Josh asked once again, he along with the rest of the guys seemed a bit bummed out at first that I wanted to take a trip with them, claiming they wanted nothing more than to hang out with foreign women and bang everyone they would be able to meet.

The thought of that made my blood boil as well since Paxton seemed interested in the idea and would joke around with the guys. I made it seem like I wasn't interested in their shenanigans, when really I was.

"I am going wether you want to or not." I said eyeing the guys and seeing Paxton look away. "You can act like I'm not there anyways, or just think of me as one of you."

"One of the guys?" Oli asked scoffing

"Yeah..as one of the guys." I said finishing up my suitcase ready to head to their long awaited trip to Amsterdam.

The guys began to start talking with each other figuring out how to plan all of this and thinking I would get in their way. Josh was siding with me while Oli and Pax were now going against the idea of me hanging out with them.

"Don't know..seems to me like girls won't be approaching us if they see, (Y/N) in our group."

I rolled my eyes and placed my suitcase down loud startling them. "(Y/N) has studied a lot harder than us, besides we have to thank her since she's the one who helped us with our final exams." Josh told Oli.

"That's true, but! How can we make sure she won't ruin our fun?"

"You guys are the worst. You guys know I don't like to party like you, I'm mostly going fore my future job. Besides, the ticket is already with me so I'm going-"

"Okay, how about this…" Paxton spoke and now looked at me. "Let's start off new, we just finished college and we're finally living the way we want. There's nothing wrong with having a bit of fun, (Y/N) that means you too."

I raise an eyebrow confused at where he's going with this. "Whoever parties the most will be the winner and will get to decide where else we'll be going on a trip next time. You can't continue being the boring one of the group."

I pout looking into his brown eyes and considered it. They are kind of right, I've never been as outgoing as them, maybe acting differently in a foreign country will open up my eyes and make me learn more about life.

"You know what, Paxton? We have a deal." I smirk and we shook hands.

"Aww man. Why travel across the world to bang a girl when you can bang, (Y/N)." Oli said rolling his eyes.

"Oliver!" We shouted his name embarrassed and saw him laughing and Josh rolling his eyes.

"It's settled then, we're all going to Amsterdam tomorrow morning. Let's rest up and meet each other at airport." Josh confirmed and we all nodded and the guys went back with their places to get ready.

We met up with each other earlier at the airport, I lost count at how many hours we have been traveling but we had finally made it to Amsterdam. We were all inside of a train leading us to our next destination with the guys trying to joke and come up with anything so time would pass by quickly.

The guys were laughing at Oli when a man had entered where we were and I couldn't help but feel uneasy around the man, almost as if he were speaking in riddles, he kept on talking about weird things and Oli was freaked out when the man had grabbed him.

Paxton and Josh were laughing at his friend while I remained silent and gave a worried look at Oli who did the same to me.

"Lighten up guys, what was the first rule we agreed on?" Paxton said pulling me closer to him and grabbing my shoulders.

If this were a different situation I would've been blushing over being this close to Paxton, but I was feeling nervous.

"There weren't any rules applied to us." I tell him.

"(Y/N), Oli, just relax..okay?" Josh said leaning his head back and staring outside of the window still looking outside the country side.

Paxton must've sensed me so tense so he stopped joking and turned to look at me. "Seriously, are you okay (Y/N)?" I looked back at him and saw how close we actually were.

"I-I'm.. everything's fine n-now." I stuttered and smiled at him. Feeling close to him made me calm and feel protected in a way, well I did always have feelings for him after all so that's a plus. His brown eyes looked into mine and he made me sure I would feel safe.

After a long journey we made it to Slovakia now. The streets were mostly empty by the time we arrived at a hostel and unfortunately I had to share a room with not only them but two girls who weren't afraid to be nude and show their bodies. It made me uncomfortable being with them and seeing how the guys were looking at them.

"Are you all American?" The girls said trying to come up with a conversation.

"Yeah! Born and raised most of us!"

I remained silent taking a few things out of my backpack while being on a bed on the far edge of the room. I noticed the woman with darker hair looking over at me.

"Are you coming with us?" She asked while her friend looked at me up and down. Now I was very uncomfortable. I don't trust foreigners.

I looked back at Paxton and we exchanged looks, neither of us knowing what to say. The woman must've seen us looking at each other and I heard her chuckle to herself.

"Oh! I'm sorry I didn't know you needed permission from your boyfriend."

Paxton and I exchanged weird looks and I shook my head. "He's not-"

"We're not together." Paxton said making the girls laugh and look at the guys.

"Makes it easier then! There's no hard feeling's between us then. You coming then?"

The guys chased them and I remained in my room. I can't believe they left me alone. Well, whatever I made a bet that I would have fun in this trip, so that's what I'm gonna do. I grabbed some spare clean clothes and went to have a shower.

As soon as I got all cleaned up and rid of dirt and sweat. I began to walk out when I ran into a crowd of people around my age, laughing and chatting with each other. They began to exchange some words with their language with only bits of me understanding, which wasn't a lot. The crowd continue to talk until I heard someone call out to me.

"Hey!"

I stopped walking and turned around to see a rather attractive man, talk with fair skin and dark brown eyes. "Hey sorry for shouting at you." The man said looking a bit shy now that he was close to me.

"No problem." I smiled and the man smiled as well.

"Ah, you're American aren't you?"

"Yeah. I just arrived. I'm on a short vacation to have fun and enjoy for a while."

The man turned around and exchanged words with a few people behind them, all of them laughing making me look at them a bit weird.

"Don't worry they are just friends. We love America, always to visit there myself. You know, we're all heading out for drinks. Wanna come with us?" He asked.

I was taken back by his question that I was about to decline his offer. "I-I don't want to ruin your night, I'm sure you're-"

"Nothing to worry about! I'll say your my plus one, besides I'd love to hear all about America. You said it yourself, you want to have fun." He chuckled and offered me his arm.

Trust me, this'll be a memorable trip for you." He smiled and I was still reluctant but I grabbed his arm and we started to leave with his friends.

It was approximately 9pm, the crowd of us were of six people, we had arrived at a bar which was blasting with music, and could see people drinking and others making drugs in the bathroom. I felt like a fish out of water being in this sort of environment.

I was having just a few drinks, not much since I didn't want to get drunk, deciding to ignore his drinks who wanted me to have some more drinks.

"Just ignore them, all they do is get drunk and blackout right after." The man who had introduced himself as Eli told me.

"Well I'll tell you America is definitely very different from this country. I see you don't have an accent, are you from America as well?" I asked genuinely wanting to know a bit more about him.

The man choked up a bit and shook his head, "N-No, I'm not American but have stayed there just for short periods of time. Still I don't know much about the country, which is why I'd like to learn from you." He said giving me a smirk.

"There's nothing worth talking about America-"

"Well how about you tell me about yourself? Any goals in life? Boyfriend?" He chuckled taking another drink.

I looked at him and settled my empty drink down on the table. "I'm not sure what I want to do, maybe work at a company, sell properties,..still not sure but would love to do it by myself. And no, i don't have a partner."

Eli smile and seemed content at my answer. "A strong girl who knows what she likes. I love it. I'm single as well, and umm maybe I'd love to direct some things."

"Really? A movie director then?" I ask and I saw him smirk a bit.

"Something like that…"

I turned around and saw Paxton along with Oli, Josh and the Slovakian girls. Some punk music began to play in the bar making me feel a sudden rush and headbang to the music.

"Wanna dance?" I asked Eli who seemed taken back. He shrugged his shoulders and took one last sip and we both began to laugh and try to dance and headbang to the music.

People around us doing the same and having a great time, and I as well was enjoying this. Eli and I continued to dance and have a great time until he excused himself to probably head to the bathroom.

I could feel Paxton's eyes on me the entire time I was with Eli. I stopped dancing and I smiled walking over to Paxton who seemed bored, angry, uncomfortable in a place like this?

"Didn't expect to see you here!" I said shouting through the loud music.

Paxton had on a stern face which made me worry a bit. "What's up?"

"I thought you would be back at the room. I went back to look for you but saw you weren't around. Didn't expect to see you here with a guy other than us."

I crossed my arms over my chest and stared back at him. "You guys did leave me to hang out with those girls and fuck them."

Paxton closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was containing his anger. "I didn't fuck them, (Y/N)." He said looking back at me. "They..aren't my type.." he muttered.

"As soon as I knew you were missing I decided to tag along with them here since it seems that they are friends with the guy you were dancing with. I came here hoping that you weren't missing, you..really did scare me, (Y/N)."

I worried him then. How can I be so reckless and come out here with telling him first for my safety. "I'm sorry Paxton for making you worry about me."

Paxton kept looking at me until I saw his expression change, "At least I know you're safe. You've always been a strong girl, it's one of the things I love about you."

We both remained silent until he must've figured out what we said. "It's not…Just forget what I said." He blurted out quick and tried to hide his face.

I blushed looking at him so I took his hand and quickly kissed his cheek. "I really care about you too, Pax. I'll make sure to not worry you any longer, from now on we do everything together..okay?"

Paxton glanced back at me and smiled holding onto my hand tighter and raising it up and kissed my hand. "I'll continue to be your knight in shining armor then."

Paxton and I began to walk further into the bar reuniting with Josh and Oli along with a girl they met known as Kana. The four us us began to talk and have a nice night, what we didn't realize was that three people kept looking at us.

"How about we head back to the room?" Paxton said whispering into my ear. I blushed and didn't think much of it and I slowly nodded my head and felt Paxton kiss the top of my head.

#hostel 2005 #horrormovies #eli roth #jay hernandez #paxton x reader #hostel paxton #horror

[notti-stellate]

Honestly idk if i should be happy or mad about this...

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[ethanmorales]

Misconceptions

All Parts Now Posted - Masterlist

Part 1 - Ablaze

Pairing: Ethan Morales x reader 1.3k words Tags: make out, angst Warning: swearing

My fingers grazed against his chest and as I let my hand wander down his torso, I felt every muscle under twitch in anticipation. I looked up at his face and he was already looking at me with a mixture of lust and longing.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

Oh and I missed him. For what other reason would I have climbed through his window at 2:12 in the morning?

But I didn’t say it back. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place. Me caring. Me wanting him so bad it hurt. Me falling while he was always just having a good time.

“Babe?”

I looked up at him, pulled out of my thoughts by his inquiring tone.

“Just kiss me,” I demanded.

He only hesitated for two seconds, just briefly enough for his brown eyes to send a silent question, “everything okay?” But his mouth never asked; it was too busy connecting with mine in a blazing kiss that threatened to consume me, him, both of us together.

Everything was on fire. Everywhere he touched. Everywhere he kissed. My skin burned with his touch and for it. We barely paused for breath as he laid me down on his bed. He unlinked our mouths long enough to grab the hem of my shirt and help me out of it. Then we lit up again.

I glided my fingers in the soft waves of his hair as his mouth found the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. His teeth gently grazed against the skin, just enough for me to feel the pressure but not enough to cause pain and then his tongue followed. He started trailing downward to my chest with that same technique.

"Ethan." It was a half-whispered moan. I say half whispered because it was not as quiet as I intended it to be.

At his name, he looked up at me, smiling that damning adorable smile of his and placed a finger over my lips.

"My parents' sleep next door."

He was better at whispering than I was. Probably had more experience at this kind of clandestine middle of the night type of encounter. Before the bitter thought took full effect in my head, his mouth clashed against mine in another fiery kiss. Almost like he wanted to distract me from my own thoughts.

It was working.

The kiss that started like a flame scorching through us with intensity and desperation, simmered down into a heart wrenching slower tempo. Our mouths molded together, his tongue slow danced with mine in perfect unison... and I was lost.

Lost to the sweet taste of his lips. Lost to the movement of his pelvis against mine and the calculated motions building up the fire that he had awoken in me. Though we still had enough clothing separating us from the fusing of our bodies, it didn't dampen the ever-present ache within me.

With the way he touched me, you would think he felt the same.

So, I was lost. Lost in the depths of longing. Longing for this guy that could never ever reciprocate such feeling in return.

I pushed away from him as abruptly as I had the thought. I was met by a look that someone that didn't know him would think is concern. But I knew better.

"I have to go." My words practically a mumble.

"What?" he seemed disoriented in a way, his eyes searching for something in mine that I didn't want him to find.

"It's late," I said, "If we wake up your parents, they'll disown you for real this time."

Ethan's eyes though still confused, hid partially away by the appearance of his mischievous smile, "So what? They've disowned me like 50 times already. Just this year."

I rolled my eyes.

"You say that with so much pride," I whispered, simultaneously pulling myself out of his grasping hands. I heard him groan in protest behind me as I pulled my shirt over my head.

"Because the shit they say doesn't mean anything. They think that by acting like they're disappointed in me, I'll just magically turn into the son they always wanted. It's bullshit."

I shook my head at this rant and turned to face him. He had gotten up from the bed as well and was less than two feet away from me.

"If you really didn't care, you wouldn't' have shushed me earlier. But God knows you're too cool to admit to caring about anything so I'm not having this argument with you." I sounded defeated. He noticed the change in my tone immediately, his eyes narrowed.

"Why do we have to argue at all? There are way more fun things that we could be doing right now." Even as he said it, I could see that he didn't mean it. Something in his expression closed off at my previous comment.

"I have to be up early anyways," I said gently.

"Sure. Whatever." He walked towards his window. I followed behind until we were in front of it.

I looked up at him. He didn't seem to want to look me in the eye as he avoided my gaze. I gave up.

"Okay. I'll see you around then."

My voice was small, and I hated myself for it. This is where we end up every time. I understand that he has never claimed to be anything but who I've always known him to be, but can you blame me for wanting more? I'm only human. And I know... that's it's wrong that I want him to change for me. I should be accepting him as he is or staying away from him, but I can't. The harder I try, the easier it is for me to end up here with him. Stuck in this goddamn tragic loop of ours.

I shake my head to myself and throw a leg over the windowsill. As I push myself out and my feet touch the freshly cut grass of his backyard, I thank God he lives in a one-story home.

When I turn to close his bedroom window, he stops me with a hand over mine. I move mine away and he frowns. He proceeds to climb out of his window.

"What?" I ask, unable to keep the edge out of my voice. I was already too emotionally drained to hide my upset.

He blinks with confusion. "What am I doing wrong?"

I huff but say nothing.

He sighs, "How do I stop upsetting you if you won't tell me what it is that you're upset about?"

I snap. "You. You are the reason I'm upset!"

His eyes widen, "What about me? "

I want to tell him. I want to tell him everything. All the things he makes me feel; good and bad. My fears. My thoughts. But I can't. Because I know what he will say.

"I didn't sign up for this".

"We had a deal."

"Don't start getting clingy."

I've heard it all come out of his mouth before. Not with me. With the many girls I've seen him with. But still. I refuse to make the mistakes the rest of them did. I will never admit that I had fallen for him. Not now. Not ever.

I held his gaze for a second, but his beautiful brown eyes made my poor heart flutter uncomfortably in my chest. I look away.

"Nothing, sorry. I really gotta go. I get cranky when I don't sleep."

I start turning around to leave, but then feel his arm snake around my waist and pull me in against him, leaving no space between us.

I look up at him in a question. His eyes scanned my face for something, though I'm not sure what.

"Liar."

That's all he says before his mouth crashes over mine.

I didn't want it. The rational part of me knew that I should back off and walk away. But as soon as his tongue invades my mouth, the heat of our flame sears through my whole being... and we're back to where we started.

To be continued...

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A/N: Haven't written in ages. But after watching season 4 of Never Have I Ever.... I had to. My goodness, Ethan got me feeling all kinds of things lol. Made a new blog just to write this without judgement. Let me know if you want a part 2. I feel like this might deserve another part. Or maybe I can turn it into a series? Let me know if you liked it and I'll write more :)

Update: will be doing a part two! Maybe 3... we shall see :D

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[gredandforgeweatherby]

Forget About Him

Ben Gross x reader

WC: 858 Warnings: Swearing? Takes place during the dance in 2x10. Reader has envious/jealous feelings towards Devi, but no Devi hate

Ben was walking through the hall when he heard a sniffle. Confused, he poked his head into the nearby classrooms before finally spotting you in one. You were sitting at a random desk, dress flowing uncomfortably around your body in the same space between the table and your body. Your makeup had tear tracks through it, your mascara running down slightly with the tears that stained your face. Your face was warm and a bit splotchy from crying, your nose red.

If you had been in a more normal state of mind, you would have been upset that the person who found you was Ben. You and Ben had a slightly complicated relationship, sometimes being friendly while other times it seemed the two of you couldn’t hate each other more. It was different from him and Devi’s relationship; their relationship thrived on academic rivalry and one upping each other with insults. It seemed like when you and Ben were in a hate stage, you two genuinely hated each other. Though, the hate was one sided on your part, but you didn’t know that.

Ben slowly walked into the class, cautious of the fact that you could start yelling at him for talking to you while you were in this state.

“Y/n?” He asked cautiously. You looked up, confused as to why Ben was here as you weren’t expecting him. “What’s going on? What happened?” He walked over to you, sitting in the desk next to you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Nothing, it’s stupid.” You said, looking away, “You’ll probably laugh at and insult me so.”

Ben was hurt that you’d think he would make fun of something that was making you so upset, but as he always played along with your “I hate you game”, he understood why you’d think that.

“Y/n, I’m not gonna laugh at you, or-or insult you.” He said gently, making you look back to him, “Seriously, what’s going on?”

You took a deep breath before speaking. “I got played. You know, I thought that someone wanted me when they didn’t and it sucks.”

Ben nodded, knowing how that felt. He decided to tell you about his experience to try and make you feel better about your own.

“Well, uh, I’ve been played too. Yeah you know, Devi played Paxton and I at the same time so, I know how you feel. And you’re right, it does suck.”

“Yeah I knew about that,” You said, nodding your head, “I’m sorry she did that. It’s shitty.”

Ben agreed with you, nodding his head when a quiet “yeah” slipped past his lips.

“I thought he liked me. He said he did so much and always would make me feel so… wanted and then he ditched me for someone else.”

“Look, whoever it is and whoever they ditched your for, forget about them alright?”

“It was Paxton. He ditched me for Devi, after he told me he wasn’t interested in Devi. She double times him and he wants her, I mean what does she have that I don’t?”

“Nothing y/n,” Ben shook his head, leaning his elbows on his legs to get closer to you, “there is nothing that Devi has that you don’t. You’re beautiful and smart and funny and really witty, trust me I’d know. Paxton played you and yeah, it sucks and it hurts, I know, but don’t think that it happened because of you. It’s his loss y/n, seriously.”

You looked over at Ben, sniffling. He was right, and somewhere in you you knew it.

“Thanks Ben. You actually made me feel a lot better.” A laugh slipped past your lips.

Ben chuckled too, “Yeah I often have that effect on people.” He said, smiling.

“You know if I had found you in this position I probably would have made fun of you. It wouldn’t be every day you see Ben Gross crying during a dance, so.”

He laughed, looking down for a second before meeting your eyes again. “I know.”

“But I’m glad you kept your word and didn’t make fun of me. It means a lot.”

“Of course.” He nodded. Suddenly he stood up, placing his hand out to you. “Come on.”

You stared at him questioningly.

“We are gonna clean your makeup up and then we’re going back to the dance, and you are going to forget all about Paxton and Devi and anything else that would make you upset, and you are going to have a great time. Maybe you’ll even save a dance for me.” He smiled at you.

You couldn’t hold back your smile as you stood, grabbing his hand.

He led you to the bathroom and waited outside while you tried to salvage your makeup through your tears, then walked back to the dance with you.

You and Ben danced all night together, getting along better than anyone had ever seen. That was the first night you began looking at Ben Gross in a different light, the first night he gave you butterflies. Ben, on the other hand, savored that night, not knowing how long the bliss between the two of you would last.

Good thing for him, that bliss never seemed to go away.

#netflix #never have I ever #never have i ever netflix #never have i ever x reader #nhie #Ben gross #devi vishwakumar #paxton hall yoshida #Ben gross x reader #Ben gross x you #devi vishwakumar x reader #paxton hall yoshida x reader

[joskyoung]

the amount of ben gross fanfics there AREN’T is disgusting and i’ll be waiting for u all to write them. thanks.

#ben gross #devi vishwakumar #never have i ever #nhie season 4 #nhie s4 #nhie #nhie netflix #paxton hall yoshida #fanfic #fandom #famous #imagine #ben gross x reader #imagines

[tragantia]

Severen grinning. Severen making you sit on his lap all the time. Severen getting frustrated when the clan needs to share rooms in motels because he wants you bad. Severen going whoooooo and yeehawww randomly and this is canon. Severen taking off his clothes for you and making a fucking show out of it as he gives you that signature smirk. Severen randomly sniffing you and going mmmm as you sit on his lap 😭

Me wanting to write a proper fic but only coming up with smut and silly little details because I'm a slut for him 🫠

#now seriously #how do sexy times work #at least jesse and diamondback must get frisky sometimes #near dark #severen #near dark 1987 #severen van sickle #bill paxton #severen x reader #severen near dark

[3d-wifey]

Thinkin bout Severen from Near Dark, thinkin bout him a lot...

cowboy vampire of my dreams, he means a great deal to me

#3d wifey talks #near dark #near dark severen #near dark 1987 #severen van sickle #severen near dark #severen x reader #bill paxton #bill paxton did his big one with this one #vampire #cowboy vampire #outlaw vampire

[jjmaybank4l]

Warnings: strong language, drinking alcohol, self-harm attempt, scars, probably spelling mistakes don’t come after me😭 

I grab a bottle of vodka and walk into my room shutting the door sniffling. I open the bottle and take a big chug. My phone has been going off for hours. Mostly from my best friend conrad. He’s always worried about the most stupidest things. But this time, he probably should be worried. I look at my phone and open the texts from conrad. 

Yn why the hell are you not answering your phone. Answer I’m worried about you. Please. 

I sigh and put down my phone not texting him back just leaving him on read. An hour later and I’m really drunk and I’m sitting on my floor crying. As I wipe my eyes sniffling, I look at my cabinet beside my bed. I walk over to the cabinet and open the drawer. As I dug through the stuff in the drawer I found my razor. I grab it and sit on the floor bringing the razor to my arm. Just as i was about to slide it down my door opens making my head snap up. Conrad stands in the door way looking at the razor in my hand. “Yn what the fuck?!” He says running to me and taking the razor from me and checking my arm. “Con get off of me” I slur while i push him off me.  “Yn what were you doing?!” He says running his hands through his hair now standing over me as he starts to pant. “Nothing leave me alone” i say groggy as i try to stand up almost falling but catching myself. “Are you fucking drunk?!” He asks looking at the empty vodka bottle on the ground. “No Shit Sherlock” I roll my eyes as I stumble around the room looking out the window. “Yn tell me what’s going on.” He says turning my shoulder towards him so I make eye contact. My eyes and bloodshot red and my face is puffy from crying. “What were you doing with the razor.” He says sternly. “What the fuck do you think.” I spit back stumbling away. “Let me see your arm.” He says looking at me with tears in his eyes. “The hell no” I say scoffing. “Yn im not asking.” He says grabbing my arm and rolling up my sleeve. I try to pull my arm away but he’s to strong and I’m to drunk. He looks at my wrist and sees many scars. He slowly loosens his grip on my wrist letting me pull my arm away and roll my sleeve back down. “Yn…” he says softly. “Don’t.” I say softly walking away. “Is there any more.” He asks in a whisper. I stay silent looking at the floor tears in my eyes. “Please show me.” He asks walking towards me as I sit on my bed. “No.” I say quickly. “Yn.” He says sitting down next to me on the bed. “No conrad.” I say wiling my tears away. “Hey” he says reaching to hold my hand. He grabs my hand and I start crying. He then pulls my into his chest as I hug him tightly. I start sobbing and my body shaking. “I’m s-sorry!” I cry into his chest. “Yn it’s okay.” He says playing with my hair. “No it’s not okay!” I cry again. “Your okay. I’ve got you” he says. As he says that I just cry harder into his chest. Soon after what felt like forever I stop crying and I pull away wiping my tears and sniffling. “You should go to sleep. We can talk about this in the morning.” He says rubbing my back. “Can you stay with me?” I ask softly looking at the floor. “Yeah of course. I’ll always stay.” He says smiling. We lay down on the bed he pulls me into his chest, his fingers in my hair. I fall asleep almost immediately. He kisses my head and puts his head leaning on mine and falls asleep. 

#bsf!jj #ethan morales x reader #paxton hall yoshida #never have i ever #conrad fisher #jj maybank one shot #obx x reader #obx imagine #jj x kiara #rudy pankow smut #dating jj maybank #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher smut #conrad fisher x fem!reader #conrad fisher x y/n #tsitpedit #belly x conrad #belly conklin #jeremiah fisher #bonrad

[adalwolfgang]

Howdy! I was wondering if I may request some Yandere Severen content, pleaseeeee ? Two seem to go kinda hand-in-hand, haha. Cheers, friend!

I am so sorry it took me this long to post this, I've been busy with personal life and hadn't had a chance to sit down and write. I know this is short, which is why I will most likely create a part two, so feel free to message me if you have any ideas on what I should add.

Yandere Severen Van Sickle

Summary: Severen is a manipulative type of yandere and has no problem playing the long game, making sure that you can't ever get rid of him.

Characters: Severen, Diamondback, Jesse Hooker, Homer, Mae, Caleb Colton.

(Future) Warnings: Blood/Gore/swearing/violence, Manipulation, Dubcon, Stalking, Ooc for Severen?, Reader smokes, not proofread

Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner(s)!

Severen and his family saunter into the bar, all taking seats at a booth close to the exit. Severen looked around the bar before his eyes landed on you. Playing pool with some other patrons in the bar. Your scent hitting him like a truck. Immediately, he didn't want you to be a part of the menu. He wanted you alive, and most certainty didn't want you to witness the horrors and blood bath could commence, Severen sauntered over to you. The jingle of his spurs echoing through the bar with each step he took. He grabs ahold of your arm, leaning to whisper in your ear.

"If I were you darlin', I'd get outta' here as fast as yer legs can take ya."

You give a look of puzzlement, staring between him and the patrons you were playing with. At first you thought the stranger was just messing around but the stern look on his face said otherwise. Different scenarios ran through your mind on why he wanted you to leave but you didn't want to take any chances and quickly left the bar.

After Severen and his family had their fill, he quickly exited the bar, sniffing out your scent which didn't take him long. Jesse shouted after him when he took off in the direction of your scent. Still covered head to toe in blood, his clothes stained. His eyes scanned around every direction, desperate to see your face again.

He raced by an alleyway before halting in his tracks and walking backwards to the opening of the alley. There you were, pressing your back against the wall, smoking a cigarette. He smirks to himself, ducking down behind a nearby dumpster before peering over it to watch you. If it wasn't for the fact he was covered in dried blood, he would've loved nothing more than to trot right up to you and introduce himself. He would have to figure out where you were staying and come back later once properly dressed. For now, watching you from afar would have to do. After getting a few more puffs from your cigarette, you toss it to the ground before stomping on it with your shoe, placing your hand in your pockets and walking out of the alleyway.

Severen followed you all the way back to your apartment, keeping himself hidden in the shadows. His eyes trained on you like the apex predator he is. He was closer to you now. If he stopped himself from holding back, he would have been able to reach out and touch you. Your scent and proximity were driving him crazy as you kept walking, oblivious to the danger that walked behind you. All the more reason Severen had to have you. You weren't safe out here alone, and who all to protect you other than him?

When you started making your way inside an apartment building, Severen halted in his tracks. He nipped the inside of his cheek, looking toward the rising sun then back at the building you just walked into. His brow knitted together as he finally decided that he would come back the next time the sun fell. He will take you with him to meet his family and live on the road with them. In time you would learn their ways and adapt. Then, he would turn you. Even if you didn't want to be a vampire, he wouldn't take no for an answer. He had all eternity, so patience was fine by him.

In the end, you would be his forever. No matter what.

#severen van sickle #severen van sickle x reader #severen x reader #severen #bill paxton #near dark #horror movies #slashers x reader #slasher community #slasher x reader

[bitchylandtyphoon]

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

#paxton hall yoshida imagine #paxton hall x reader #paxton yoshida #paxton hall yoshida x reader #paxton hall yoshida #never have i ever #never have i ever imagines

[w1nchestersluvr]

Being Severen’s Mate

pairing: severen van sickle x reader

warnings: a tiny bit of angst (legit none), swearing i guess, oh and sev!

overprotective and a slight amount possessive - especially when you guys are stopping at a bar or something.

if any drunks end up hitting on you, he’ll probably start death staring you and the man from across the bar. he starts his approach small and makes up for it later. by the time you leave the bar the guy is just a puddle on the sidewalk.

he’ll always bring trinkets and stolen goods he’s found that made him think of you. a necklace, a shirt, favourite snacks, a car, a horse, a gun…. he has more, and they get progressively worse.

so unaware of everybody else apart from you he probably gets you guys into trouble ALOT. the amount of times he’s been kicked out of diners and does not care. he literally only cares how you feel or what you think.

of course he loves PDA. always kissing at your neck when you’re doing something, offering his hand for you to dance with him when a song comes on the radio, a hand always on your ass or in your jean pocket. also piggybacks are his favourite when you’re in a crowded space or just to be close to you.

hollering and shouting in excitement whenever he sees you - especially when you’re dressed up in any way. he does it a lot in public to get a reaction out of you. “woohoooo, there’s my baby” proceeds to come up behind you and press a big kiss on your cheek.

sparingly let’s you wear his flannels simply because you’re his baby, and because he finds it so hot. wants you and only you to wear his leather jacket whenever you can.

carrying photos of you in his inside pocket so he always has you with him.

sneaking into places you shouldn’t at night: parks, festivals, parties, stores, resorts absolutely anything

cleaning him up after feeding, or both of you cleaning eachother up (if you’re a vamp also) and him just staring at you in awe

he gives you one of his rings, as a promise ring to one day show that he’ll marry you. he intends to keep that promise.

dude has adhd i’m sure so have fun trying to sleep, he’ll stay up for hours talking about nonsense or bringing up stuff that happened ages ago, and you’re just like 😐

this man has no chill, forever whispering dirty things in your ear and having an arm slung loosely around your shoulders.

he never stops talking, always grumbling about something, but that always stops when you’re in the room or around… he just goes like 😯

even when you don’t notice it, he’s always got an eye on you, and an eye on others that are looking at you. always has a threatening look on his face to others when you’re in public.

basically, he’s got it bad for you

#severen #severen x reader #near dark #near dark x reader #near dark 1987 #bill paxton #severen van sickle

[notti-stellate]

Cuddles

Ethan Morales x reader

a/n: I know I said that the Jasper one was gonna be out tonight but idk what came over me. The past hour has just been a blur of writing this, I started writing something that was stuck in my head and I just couldn't stop...

Most people would say it’s cliche that I’m dating Ethan Morales, considering I’m known for being a “good girl” as he would say. To that I say you have no idea who the real Ethan is, when he drops his bad boy persona and actually lets his guard down. When it’s just us he can actually be pretty sweet, his favorite thing is definitely cuddling. Sure, he can make me want to punch him sometimes when he gets detention again but everyone has flaws okay (at least that’s what I tell my mother when she complains about him). Back to what I was saying, Ethan is completely different when his friends aren’t around. 

For example, his friends were over a few hours ago for some group project, (which me and Devi basically had to do by ourselves) and not even ten minutes after they left he was sprawled out on top of me, his head tucked by my neck and his arms wrapped around my waist. It’s been at least two hours since they left and he still hasn’t moved, and I really need to pee.

“Baby,” I whispered, “can you get up”

“No” He mumbled, tightening his grip around my waist.

“I need to pee” I whined, attempting to squirm out of his arms. He grumbled but reluctantly let me up, mumbling something about me needing to hurry.

I quickly finished my business and checked how I looked in the mirror. God, boyfriend air was definitely a thing. After I fixed my hair and threw on some chapstick I headed back out towards the couch Ethan was still sitting on. 

“Took you long enough,” He sighed when I sat back down, moving to lay on my chest.

“I was gone for not even five minutes,” I said, raking my fingers through his fluffy brown hair.

“Five minutes too long,” He mumbled, humming at the feeling of my fingers in his hair.

We stayed like that for hours, both falling asleep fairly quickly. Like I said, he is a completely different Ethan than most people know.

#ethan morales x reader #ethan x reader #ethan morales #never have i ever #paxton hall yoshida x reader

[ethanmorales]

Misconceptions

Part 1

Part Two - Frost

Pairing: Ethan Morales x fem reader 1.2k words Tags: @arij3lly @hitoshislut @bjrmaybank @ghostfaceorgirlfriend Warning: swearing

Ethan's POV

Miss u

He hesitated, phone in hand, over the send icon. Then shook his head.

still avoiding me?

He held the back button until it was gone.

hey stranger

Nope. He sighed audibly.

After deliberating for a few seconds, he gave up.

"Fuck this," he threw his phone on the bed and walked away from it.

He couldn't figure out why it was so damn hard to send this girl a stupid text. He didn't know why he wanted to text her in the first place.

They hadn't spoken in over a week and whenever he saw her, she would quickly walk in a different direction, steering clear of him. He kept telling himself the only reason it upset him is because he's not used to girls dodging him. It was always the opposite. He would be the one that ghosted them as soon as they got all clingy and emotional. But Y/N hadn't said anything to him, she just stopped talking to him and stayed away.

It was driving him crazy. He hadn't kissed her since that night outside his window. That was the last time they spoke as well. He knew she had been upset that night, but she never told him why. If he hadn't been upset as well, he would have pushed her harder for an answer. Though in all fairness, he was afraid of what the reason was. Y/N had a way with words. She was blunt. Always honest. Most times when she dared throw some of those truths in his direction, it would rile him up.

She noticed things nobody else did, so he tried damn hard to not show her much.

Thoughts of Y/N halted as he heard the familiar shouting outside his bedroom door. His parents were at it again. He rolled his eyes and walked over to his desk, grabbing his earbuds. Then he went back to his phone and opened Spotify; played all his music on shuffle. He fell back on his bed and closed his eyes.

He was on the third song when he heard a crashing noise cut through his music. He took his earbuds out and rolled off his bed, ran to his door and stepped out.

Another crashing noise; broken glass.

"Gooddammit," he muttered under his breath. He ran down the hallway and took a right to get to the kitchen.

Glass pieces scattered the kitchen floor. The flowers that had resided in the now broken vase lay on the bare tiles as well. He saw his parents in the corner. A broken plate on the counter next to them. His mom held a saucepan in her hands, her grip so tight her knuckles turned pale. His father stood less than 3 feet away, hands clenched. He had no doubt that he was the one that threw the vase.

"Are you guys done?" Ethan's voice was eerily calm.

Both his parents turned to him; their faces etched with surprise as they didn't notice him there before he spoke.

His mother scrambled around the frozen statue that was his father and walked carefully around the glass, reaching for him.

"Oh honey, I thought you were out. You're never here on Saturdays." She placed a hand on his shoulder, turning him away from the scene.

"I wonder why..." he mumbled, low enough to not be heard.

"What was that hun?"

"Nothing, ma. I'm leaving now. Can you guys not kill each other while I'm gone?" He looked her in the eye, saw the sadness, but mostly, how tired she looked. She smiled through it.

"We're fine, baby. Just a little disagreement." Her voice was light, but her words were tight.

Ethan sighed. "Call me if you need me."

She had guided him back to his room, so he was able to pick up his phone from its place on the bed.

"I'll be fine. You know he's not going to cross that line." She was trying to reassure him... or herself. Ethan wasn't sure.

He nodded and placed a kiss on her cheek. As he was walking out the door, he spoke loudly, making sure his father would hear.

"If he ever hurts you again, I'll kill him."

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Once outside his home, he looks back to the front door for a moment, then sighs.

There was a time he would never have left while they were like that. Hell, there was a time he was afraid of even going to school because he thought he would come back to some tragic crime scene.

He would skip classes often to come home to check on them. His grades dipped. But his reputation had suffered more. Teachers took a strong dislike to him for being late often, being "irresponsible" and always missing important tests and assignments. They didn't know that his life revolved around making sure his parents didn't kill each other. Nobody knew. So before long, he decided to own what people thought of him. It made him feel like at least he was in control of something.

He was good at it too; being an asshole. He had no problem screwing around with anyone or with screwing anyone over. Most times, he could convince himself that he enjoyed it. Being this way. But when he was this person with y/n, well, it made him feel like a piece of shit.

That's why he wanted to see her, talk to her, kiss her. Just be around her in any way that he could.

Because it's been a long time since he was around someone that made him feel anything remotely positive. Or anything at all.

He unlocked his phone and typed in the text box.

Meet at our place?

Read. He waited a few seconds, but she didn't respond.

He typed again.

pls?

K.

He smiled.

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Y/N POV

I've been avoiding him for at least a week. The idea of having any kind of conversation with him was nerve-wracking. The sun was setting on the horizon; the sky turning into what appeared to be a watercolor painting, still all I could do was fret.

I stood under the robust oak tree that resided at old Woodridge Park. No one really comes here anymore, not since they built the new park two streets down. Aside from this tree, there wasn't anything remarkable about this place. It had long been since it was considered a park at all.

After five minutes, I spotted him in the distance. One hand shading his eyes from the sun as he looks around for me. I open my mouth to call for him at the same time as his eyes find me. He waves with his free hand. I slowly lifted my hand to wave at him, confused.

He seemed happy to see me, if the huge smile across his face was any indication. He even jogged over to reach me quicker. I frown at this.

“Hi.” he says as he reaches me, stepping under the shade of the big tree with me. Before I have a chance to reply, he pushes me forward, caging me with his body against the tree trunk. I gasped in surprise.

“What are you d-” He cuts me off with a quick kiss.

I gawk at him, even more confused than before.

“We haven’t spoken since last week,” I say.

“I know," is his response and then smiles, "I missed you.”

I roll my eyes. “You always say that".

“I always mean it.”

To be continued...

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A/N: You are all awesome for reading and supporting part 1 of this and showing me that you liked it. It means more than you will ever know. Like I said before, I have not written in so long, so I was very insecure about writing again. So thank you for giving me the confidence to keep writing more of this. See you on the next one! xx

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All the Way Across the Country?

Ben Gross x reader

WC: 825 Warnings: None, just fluff. Nothing romantic between Devi and Ben has happened for the sake of this fic (dw I'm team Benvi 100% :)) I do not own any of the dialogue from Never Have I Ever, I am just writing about Ben Gross because no one else will, please do not sue me.

A/N: This is not proofread, and the ending kinda sucks, but I really couldn't figure out how to end it. I hope you still enjoy <3

It was the night before you and all your friends left for college. Last night, you, Fabiola, and Eleanor had what was supposed to be your last hurrah, but Devi's grandmother invited you guys to her wedding the next night. She actually invited all of Devi's friends. You were excited you were going to have one last night with your friends before everyone left, though there was one person missing: Ben.

Ben left for an internship in New York right after graduation, and while you were happy that he got the opportunity, you wished you had been able to see him again before he left.

While Devi and Ben's relationship was based on academic validation and rivalry, your and Ben's relationship differed. You and Ben were friendly with each other through Devi and Ben's rivalry, (sometimes bothering Devi in the process. "You're supposed to be my right-hand girl not canoodling with my nemesis!). Though Devi and Ben often time butt heads, that somehow never got in between your and Ben's friendship. Eventually, your feeling turned into more than platonic, and you could never tell if Ben felt the same. The two of you would kiss, but neither of you would bring it up ever again. You because you were afraid of ruining the friendship and making it awkward, and he because he was afraid you would reject him.

The two of you had never been great at talking about your feelings.

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You and all your friends, sans Devi, were sitting at a table playing a game of never have I ever.

Alright, never have I ever hooked up in my bestie's bed." Eleanor said, her gaze directed at Fabiola.

She and Fabiola met each other's gaze, and Fabiola's mouth hung wide open, a look of faux betrayal on her face.

"Fabiola you better pick up that damn cup," Eleanor said, her eyes narrowed at the girl in question.

Fabiola obliged.

Everyone gasped in surprise while you spoke up.

"Woah, woah, woah, whose bed?" You questioned, hoping that your name didn't fall from her mouth.

"Remember that party Devi had where she two-timed Paxton and he got hit by a car and his swimming career was over?" Fabiola questioned.

Chuckling a bit, you nodded. "Yup, everyone remembers that. How could you not?"

"Me and Eve had a make-out session on her bed."

Yours, Aneesa's, and Paxton's mouths dropped in surprise, while Eleanor and Trent looked at each other excitedly.

"Wow."

"Damn."

"You think she'd be mad if she found out?" Fabiola questioned.

"Well, I guess I should also drink," Trent spoke up. Paxton questioned why.

"I definitely had a couple of solo seshes on your futon." This, once again, made everyone gasp in surprise (and probably a bit of disgust).

While Trent and Paxton were talking about Trent's "solo seshes", Devi came over to you.

"Hey Y/N, I need your help with something in my room."

Thinking it was another way for your friends to sneak alcohol like you, Fab, Eleanor, and Devi did earlier, you didn't question it. You followed her to her room while she was talking nonsense the whole time. As the two of you were rounding the corner to her room, you felt her hands on your back give you a push into her room. Confused, you turned around to question her when you noticed someone in there.

"Ben?" You questioned. "What are you doing here?"

He was standing by Devi's window in a sweatshirt and jeans looking a bit bewildered.

"Uh, yeah, it's weird," he began, " Uh, well, I was in New York, and Devi mentioned that her pati invited all of us to her wedding and all of a sudden, I got this feeling that I needed to tell you that I... like you."

You chuckled lightly. "You flew all across the country to tell me you like me?"

"Well, yeah. Uh," he seemed conflicted with what to say next. "Actually," he chuckled, "I think I love you, y/n."

You stood there, not quite believing this was happening. "What?" You breathed out.

"I love you."

Hearing those words fall from his mouth made you realize this was real. This was Ben Gross, who hoped on a cross-country flight the night before you left for school to tell you he loved you.

"I love you too Ben."

The two of you smiled at each other before he suggested you guys left. You grabbed your things, (that were luckily in Devi's house and not in the tent,) and guided him to your car, driving to his house. The two of you made it to his room before your lips met.

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You and Ben spent the night together, deciding to try and date during the semester. You were both going to be in New York-- him obviously at Columbia and you at Cornell, you guys could totally make it work.

And the two of you certainly did.

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