#paxton hall 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

[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.

[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

[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.

[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. 

[joskyoung]

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

[anikaspookie]

okay EVERYONE send never have I ever requested including ethan I will try my best and write exactly what you want :)

[whydoyoucare866]

hey so i just watched never have i ever and i fell in love with ethan and i’m so sad that there are not many fics of him, so i decided I will add him to the list of characters i will write for

[ocyeangf]

our song!

ethan morales x oc!fem fic

warning!: na bora es un personaje original que yo cree, no me molesta escribir usando "y/n" pero para este fic preferí hacerlo así.

na bora no era alguien muy relevante en su escuela; pasaba sus días rodeada de hojas de estudio y de su música favorita.

ella era solo la chica coreana que era muy aplicada, pero nunca lo suficiente. sus otras dos amigas: devi y fabiola, eran mucho más inteligentes que ella, a quien todavía le costaba hablar inglés. en cambio, eleanor y aneesa, no eran alumnas tan aplicadas como ella pero tampoco eran tontas.

desde que había entrado a la escuela de sherman oaks había echo varios enemigos en el camino, si bien solía mantener un perfil bajo en la escuela su carácter no evitaba ciertas apariciones.

ben gross, era una persona que bora aborrecía: no solo porque (este nuevo año escolar) se había acostado con devi y la había ignorado todo el verano, si no por su ingenio de dar apodos insultantes a las personas, en especial a ella y sus amigas. gracias a que su temperamento no se controlaba cuando ben decía algo fuera de lugar, bora conocía detención tan bien como conocía la palma de su mano.

bora caminaba por el pasillo con su cuaderno y sus partituras en mano, le gustaba mucho tocar el piano y siempre inventaba nuevos sonidos para tocarle a su hermanita menor. el hombro de su enemigo, ben gross, chocó con el de ella y todas sus hojas cayeron al suelo.

"dios! mira por donde caminas" se agacho a recoger cada partitura y se dio cuenta de que ben seguía de pie, mirándola, más bien mirando las partituras. "qué miras?!" le gritó. tal vez fue un poco fuerte porque todos los ojos adolescentes volaron a esa escena.

se levanto del suelo y le devolvió a ben el choque de hombros. camino a paso apresurado y se fue a su próxima clase.

cuando entro a la clase de español, tomó su asiento tras eleanor, e ignoro a la profesora cuando esta empezó a hablar en español. apenas entendía el inglés y ahora le hablaban en español, lo peor era que esta era una clase obligatoria.

"devi, ¿vas a poder llevarme a mi casa hoy? ya no quiero caminar" desde que, según devi, la nueva novia de ben había escrito perra estupida en su auto ella se había negado a subirla a su auto; y que su madre la viera llegar en ese horror a casa porque sabía lo exigente que podía llegar a ser. pero se había hartado de caminar a casa, y ayer la habían perseguido tres perros que parecían tener rabia.

por el alta voz se escuchó la voz de la directora llamar a margot. "supongo que eso es un si?"

"supones bien, bora" devi le sonrió. "esa maldita tendrá su merecido, después de que-"

"shh" eleanor la mando a callar cuando su nuevo amor adolescente entro por la puerta y fue a sentarse detrás de devi. ethan morales, un chico malo al que su amiga le había echado el ojo luego de rechazar a trent.

"lindo moretón, ethan"

ella y devi se miraron confundidas. bora nunca había coqueteado con alguien en su vida, pero leía muchos libros, y nunca leyó un coqueteo como ese. jamás.

"hm, ¿gracias?. me caí"

"ethan" la profesora los interrumpió "quieres pasar a escribir tus mascotas en la pizarra?" otra vez, bora se quedó procesando que había dicho la mujer.

"no, gracias"

"solo pasa a la pizarra" dijo esta vez en inglés.

bora lo siguió con la mirada cuando se levantó, y tocó el hombro de eleanor para que esta se voltee. "no entiendo que le vez. tiene tanta profundidad como una roca"

"eso no es cierto. el es un chico profundo" volvió su vista a la pizarra, "mira, el chico tiene tortugas"

en la pizarra estaba la palabra tortugas escrita en español, junto a otras dos palabras que no entendió. pero se dio cuenta de un detalle, las letras T eran iguales a las T del acto de vandalismo de devi, parecía que ella también se dio cuenta.

cuando ethan volvió a sentarse y devi le pregunto si había grafiteado su auto el dijo "oh, ese era tu auto? creí que era el de la señora Díaz; me puso una F. perra estupida"

bora lo miro con odio mientras la profesora lo regañaba. ese mal intento de chico malo era el principal causante de que fuera perseguido por tres perros ayer mientras iba a su casa. solo esperaba que devi encontrara a alguien que limpiara su auto.

justo cuando abrió su casillero, devi apareció detrás de ella con una mirada triste "¿qué?"

"bora… no enloquezcas pero, no voy a poder llevarte a tu casa porque ahora no se quien va a limpiar mi auto y-"

bora dejo de escuchar lo que devi le decía cuando vio a un ethan muy tranquilo riendo al final del pasillo. devi le había enseñado un ejercicio para calmar su temperamento, dijo que era una recomendación de su terapeuta, pero ahora romperle a ethan la cara a golpes y usar sus técnicas de karate para eso le parecía la solución.

cerró su casillero con fuerza y caminó con odio hacia el chico y sus amigos, con devi pisándole los talones.

le saco a ethan la patineta donde apoyaba su pie, y este casi cayó al suelo. "hey. ¿que mierda te pasa?"

"me voy a quedar con esta cosa hasta que arregles el desastre que hiciste en el auto de devi, punk mal nacido" le dijo con una mirada poco amigable.

ethan se miró con sus amigos "no me importa, tengo 4 de esas en casa"

"ah si? entonces voy a romperte esta en la cabeza y te haré limpiar ese grafiti con la lengua" le grito muy fuerte que sintió sus cuerdas vocales rogarle que parara. pero no iba a permitirse ser perseguida por perros otra vez.

desvió su mirada de ethan cuando un chico habló "wow, pareces tan loca como bellatrix lestrange" obviamente entendió esa referencia porque se había leído cada libro de harry potter, así que puso su mejor cara de enana desquiciada mientras miraba a aquel chico con odio.

"me suspendieron una semana por casi romper la columna de ben gross, y mi karate solo mejoró desde ese día. ¿acaso quieres ser mi próximo muñeco de prueba?"

él pareció dudarlo porque miró a ethan asustado "eh, no"

"bien dicho. arregla el auto, idiota" sin darle la patineta y bajo una mirada extraña de parte de ethan, se fue con devi siguiéndole los talones.

le sonrió a la abuela de devi después de que ella dijera salía con alguien. se había quedado en casa de su amiga a dormir con tal de no ir caminando a casa.

su celular vibró en su bolsillo trasero. "soy ethan. estoy afuera." un segundo mensaje llego. "espera, tu no eres devi" revoleo los ojos y tomó la patineta junto a la puerta principal para luego salir afuera.

ethan estaba al lado de la camioneta con una bolsa de plástico en las manos. le tiro la patineta cerca de sus pies y vio que tenía una en las manos, no mentía cuando dijo que tenía más.

"no vas a golpearme con esa en la cabeza?" le dio una sonrisa.

"no si arreglas el auto"

"por qué te importa tanto si lo limpio o no?, no es tu auto"

"si, pero devi me llevaba cada día a casa hasta que mi madre vio ese lindo grafiti que hiciste y me dijo que si volvía a subirme a ese auto iba a desheredarme" detuvo sus palabras cuando noto que ethan la miraba demasiado. "entonces… lo vas a limpiar o...?"

"eres un poco ruda, no?"

"puede ser"

"bueno, nunca me habían gritado así antes" su tono de voz se había puesto más grave, eso causó un revoloteo en el estómago de bora por primera vez en su vida.

"si, lo que sea…" trato de ignorarlo pero lo que dijo después solo la puso más nerviosa.

"es sexi"

qué? los ojos de bora se abrieron de la sorpresa. nunca nadie le había dicho esas dos palabras y menos con esa voz tan... tan... ni ella sabía cómo describirlo.

ethan siguió hablando como si nada "si, cuando me estabas gritando y amenizando a mi amigo, pensé: diablos, bora si que es sexi"

lo miro como si le hubieran salido tres cabezas, ignorando sus ojos tan encantadores y sus rulos revoltosos. y salió corriendo a la puerta de devi.

corrió sin mirar en donde pisaba y casi cayó de cara al suelo cuando subió muy rápido los escalones, escuchando la risa de ethan de fondo.

no podía caer ante sus palabras, eleanor era la que se la pasaba hablando de él y su aura misteriosa. ¿por qué le estaba diciendo todo esto?

apoyo su espalda en la puerta rogando porque ethan limpiará el auto y se fuera tan rápido como llegó. pero pego un salto cuando patti le hablo "estas bien chica? estas pálida como un vampiro"

Nalini la examinó de pies a cabeza y volvió salir corriendo, pero esta vez se fue a la habitación de devi.

que mierda iba a hacer ahora?

[lilyrachelcassidy]

Spooktober!!! 🎃

Hi, hello. So here it is! One of my favorite months of the year - October which always holds some eerie air within. In celebration of that, I thought of organizing a little event of our own, till the excruciatingly anticipated Halloween comes our way!

Here’s a proposition:

-send some prompts (one sentence short!) that linger in your mind, and that you would want me to write! Either Halloween-related or not, I don't mind;)

-if you are lacking ideas but still would want me to write something, send a GIF over! Those are always helpful hehe

-ask personal questions! A Q&A situation here in case you would like to get to know me a little better:)

-send some bits about you! Those I can never get enough of;) If you either want to share an embarrassing story about an embarrassing relative, or just an update on how are you feeling, I’d love to listen!

-ask me for some prompts or requests! I have plenty and would love to share them with someone who can actually materialize them hahah

-share some fics of other wonderful writers that I could read, reblog, and recommend to others! If you are a writer too, don’t be shy, self-promotion is very much appreciated;)

And that's all I think?? Hope to hear from you, and see you in a bit!:)

xoxo

[naitheegemini]

send me fic recommendations!! my requests are open, i can do any and everyone.

[tesstuffsblog]

hello, i’m back! i’m just gonna say that, cause there’s a criminal lack of ben gross fanfics i decided to write one of my own! so if you want to read it it’s on wattpad <3

[notti-stellate]

Who I write for

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Sam Winchester (platonic)

Dean Winchester (platonic)

Paxton H-Y

Ethan Morales

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale

Jacob Black

Carlisle Cullen (Platonic)

Eddie Munson

Mike Wheeler

Eddie Kaspbrak

[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."

-

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.

-

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

[gredandforgeweatherby]

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.

[theyluvliv69]

What I’ll Write

Fluff/Angst/Lime but NO smut/lgbtq+

Marauders :

-Remus Lupin

-Sirius Black

-James Potter

-Lilly Evans

-Peter Pettigrew

Never Have I Ever:

-Paxton Hall-Yoshida

-Ben Gross

Stranger Things:

-Anyone

Friends:

-Phoebe Buffay

-Ross Geller

-Monica Geller

-Joey Tribiani

-Chandler Bing

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I’ll really write for anything though