#ethan morales x you

[baby-alien11]

being the good girl dating Ethan Morales

Since the beggining of high school, well even before that, you were known as the girl who never got in trouble, got good grades and never went to parties, you were always invited, but never attended due to being occupied with school

You use to hang out with Devi, Eleanor and Fabiola because they were nice and study hang outs were always fun

Because of your personality and calmed aura, everyone expected you to date someone similar to you

So, when at the beggining of senior year you and Ethan Morales entered the school holding hands, everyone lost their minds, even the teachers

Theories started to fload almost inmediatly, some said that he lost a bet, others that it was a joke, some that you entered your rebel phase

But in reality, everything was real

Things started during summer when the both of you encounter at a night at a 7/11 where you went to get some snacks for the week, Ethan was there but getting some beers with his fake id

Unfortunately that night, you somehow forgot to take your wallet with you, and in a weird turn of events Ethan who was behind you in the line, pay for your snacks

"So, what's the princess doing this late out of her castle?", Ethan asked before you could leave, "What happened to the guardian dragons?"

"They are out of town", you responded knowing that he was refering to your parents, "And don't call my parents that"

"That doesn't respond my first question"

"I run out of my secret snacks and didn't want to wait until tomorrow"

"In that case, let me see what I just pay"

Without asking for permition, Ethan just started to dig into the bag until he pulled out a package of Sour Patch Kids

"Those are my favourites", you shrugged

"Mines too", Ethan smiled

In response, you also smiled feeling comfortable with him

That was the beggining of a friendship that evolute to a relationship

Even if the school found the relationship weird, you and Ethan were happy with each other

Thanks to you, he started to get better notes at school

And your spanish got better thanks to him

Heaven by Julia Michaels was your official relationship song

If someone ever think of messing with you, the next day or even sooner, the person will have something damaged

While you liked to wear some of his clothes like sweatshirts, frannels or shirts, he liked to wear your scrunchies and hair ties, your accesories like necklaces, bracelets and even some of your earings

Surprisingly, your parents loved him

At first they weren't so sure about the whole thing because of his bad boy look, but after seeing how happy both of you were, they started to accept it

Even if your parents kinda like him, both of you liked when they weren't in town because that meant Ethan spent all of that time in your house

Sex with him was amazing, and got better every single time

When your birthday arrived, he gifted you a Sour Patch plushie that somehow found online

You found that so sweet because it represented the first interaction between you two

He was the kind of guy that would do anything for you, even if it includes let you do a skin care routine on him or watch your favorite show or movie, doesn't matter how corny it is

[bettymylove]

Dream Come True

pairing: ethan morales x reader

content: a fluffy fic about ethan and your relationship with smut at the end

18+ minors dni

a/n: i wanted to read an ethan fic so bad so I wrote one myself<33

you were the perfect girl and you'd literally strangle someone if they said so otherwise.

but ethan morales was exactly the mess you wanted in your life.

it all started at a party that was happening at ethan's house and you were sitting on the couch talking to your friends.

"there's my best girl" ethan said with a sigh sitting down on the couch besides you.

"you do realise this is the first time im talking to you" you answered back.

"you gotta admit it was a nice try to start conversation."

"yes I'll give you that."

he was grinning and that was the first time you noticed that ethan morales' eyes sparkled and god were you in awe of them.

see the truth was you have liked ethan since a while now before his whole 'I'm a hot skater boy' thing started.

after that party he started texting you constantly felt like a dream come true really and about a week later you found yourself in parking lot attending ethan's skateboarding.

right now he was sitting beside you and you couldn't get your eyes off him.

"you wanna learn some tricks?" he said suddenly and you without thinking of the consequences agreed.

and not even two minutes later you fell off the skateboard and on your butt.

you started laughing though and ethan sat beside you.

looking at each other you both leaned in on reflex your hands going to his chain to pull him closer.

and that was the exact moment you kissed ethan morales for the first time.

it was uphill from there you both started dating hitting the 6 month mark he was actually a nice person under the bad boy persona.

it was a saturday when ethan's parents weren't home and you both welcomed the empty space with open hands.

you were sitting on his lap kissing him quite aggressively, he started kissing down your neck and it was like both of you knew what was coming.

he flipped the both of you to lay you down "ever done this before?" he asked .

"no" you shyly answered.

he started to unbutton his shirt and you gladly helped him and started doing the same to yours.

"you're so pretty."

you blushed at that.

his hands were going lower and lower until they reached your folds.

"god you're so wet."

he aligned his cock at your entrance and pushed in and after waiting for you to adjust he started to move.

fuck you couldn't believe you were here you couldn't believe ethan was inside of you and you were marking scratches down your back.

you both came and he flopped down beside you.

"that was amazing"

"so amazing" he agreed

he then pulled you onto him and gave you a forehead kiss and you didn't want to be anywhere but here.

[douceurrrr]

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄

paring(s): ethan morales x black!fem!reader

summary: ethan teaches you to be dominant during sex

warning(s): kissing, oral (f & m), riding, missionary, ethan cumming on your tits, ethan’s MONSTER cock. ethan being too hot to handle.

ethan has always been the dominant one during sex and you loved it. you loved the way he takes charge and manhandles you but you always wanted to know what it would be like of you took charge for a moment. as much as you like being ethan’s slut you wanted to make him your slut.

the only thing that you would need to do is to figure out how to tell him all this. “hey babe.” your thoughts were interrupted but your boyfriend’s voice. ethan crawled through your window, being mindful of your parents who were downstairs. you took some time to admire him for head to toe, his hair was messy and fluffy as usual and he had on this plaid flannel with a white tank top and his baggy pants with a chain hanging on the side with his skateboard in his hand. “your staring.” he smirked, while sitting down his skateboard and sitting next to you on your bed. “yeah well I had a good reason.” he chuckled and leaned down to give you a passionate kiss.

his left hand was placed under you chin as his right hand caresses your thigh. soon enough his tongue was asking for access which you granted. the kiss became sloppy and your pussy became sloppier. ethan then pushed you on the bed and stood up from the bed to strip his flannel and tank top. his abs were shooting daggers at you and you cunt felt like a tsunami. when ethan leaned back down you put a hand on his chest. “did I do something wrong?” ethan says confused. “I-I wanna take control.” you told him with burning regret. ethan eyes widen in surprise. “of course, baby.” he replied making you sigh in relief.

“but imma need you to teach me.” you added. ethan nodded. ethan then helped you take your shirt off and he was so quick to look at your chest. “you have an amazing rack, babe.” you blushed at that. you then pushed ethan on the bed making his eyes widen. “how about I do this first.” you smirked as you started unzipping his dickies along with his boxers. "You're gonna gag on my cock?" He asks, which went straight to your pussy.

“mmhm.” you hummed against his cock, earning whimpers from him. you lick up his shaft, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock before letting go with a pop. it’s not like his phone wasn’t full of pictures of you like this but real life moments like this always hits different. He grinds his hips against your mouth and you take it, gagging and coughing. you could tell ethan was close so you pulled away from his cock and he looked at you like you slapped him. “why did you stop?” he whined, seeing home desperate like this turned you on. “it’s my turn” you replied, ethan then began to turn your on your back when you slapped him on the hand. “did I say you could touch me?” that went straight to ethan’s dick.

“no ma’am.” ethan replied as you spread your legs for him. ethan spreads your lips with his fingers before he closes his mouth around your clit, his tongue flicked on your clit in a regular speed causing your head to tilt back as enjoy the euphoria. ethan moved his tongue against you faster, wanting to please you more. “fuck stop.” you moaned for ethan to stop and he complied. “wanna try being on top, babe?” once he said that you got nervous, hence you’ve never been on top before. “don’t worry, I’ll guide you.” ethan says, noticing your uneasiness. you nodded which gave ethan the green light to lay down on his back. seeing ethan laid out for you like that made you even hornier.

you then straddled ethan, accidentally brushing your cunt against his dick making both of you take a sharp breath. “okay babe just take my cock and place in y- oh shit.” his moans cut him off as your cunt gives him a warm welcoming. ethan’s hands went straight to your hips in a tight grip. your eyes connected with ethan’s and he nodded to let you know that you can move now. you started to move up and down on ethan’s monster cock and he was enjoying every minute. “oh god yeah, your pussy feels so good, fuck.” he cries out, gripping tighter on your hips.

ethan’s moans were encouraging you as you bounced harder around him. “don’t stop, fuck I need you. oh my god I need you.” and you needed him. your nails clawed at his chest as you were in ecstasy. “fuck keep fucking me like this, mmhm.” ethan was moaning like a slut. “fuck.” you grunt as his dick hits your spot with each bounce. “oh fuck yeah, you’re doin so good baby, ahh yes.” his moans made you moan as you grabbed on to his chain and held it tightly.

you lowkey enjoyed slutting ethan out.

your pussy clenched around him and it was all in slo-mo, watching ethan’s fucked out face and him watching your pornstar-like face riding him and milking him dry. “you feel so good, holy fuck.” ethan says, grunting at the end. soon enough your pussy clenched around him tighter and the coil in your stomach was reaching its peak. “m’gonna cum, baby.” you moaned, looking down at his tear covered face. “fuck cum, baby.” he replied which made your cum around his cock in seconds. you collapsed on ethan’s hot, sweaty chest, breathing heavily. “you didn’t cum.” you told ethan. “it’s okay.” he replied.

you shook your head and laid on your back. “on you want me on top?” he smirked and moved in between your leg to insert his cock in your hot cunt once again. “fuck.” he grits, as he thrusted. the feeling in your stomach comes again as he pounds harder in you. “shit ethan, I think m’gonna cum again.” you mewled as ethan leans down to kiss you while his cold chain bumps against your chin with each thrust of his hips. you let a porn-like moan as you cum around his cock again.

ethan let go of the kiss as he felt himself cumming again. “shit y/n, tell me I can cum.” he whimpers. “cum ethan.” as soon as you said that ethan pulls out and finishes all over your tits. “fuck fuck fuck.” he cries as his abs tenses up from the intense orgasm. ethan then collapses on your chest with his cum smearing onto him. you wrap your arms around him and hold him. “fuck that was phenomenal.” you breathlessly said.

“yeah, fuck that was so hot. you should be the dominant one more often.” ethan announced in complete bliss. you chuckled and met his lips in another kiss.

[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?

[jjmaybank4l]

Texts with Conrad fisher

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miles is ugly but gwen❤️❤️

OH ?!>!??!?! (three people who might disagree) me @bbglmfao @kazustqrzz

[lovelydrusilla]

benvi endgame of course, but also. michael cimino's hands

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Interception by @waitimcomingtoo

Miles Morales

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Unforgettable by @jnkgrnde

Hobie Brown

Likkle sleepy darling by @famwhy

Bucky Barnes

BeWhat? by @rocketrhap3000

Scream

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We’re not really strangers by @sage-green-matcha

Too good for me by @sage-green-matcha

Girls night by @sage-green-matcha

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Sam Winchester (platonic)

Dean Winchester (platonic)

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Flirty drunk

L» Pairing: Ben Gross x female reader

Rating: Fluff / flirty drunk/ enemies to lovers

Summary: Lorelai Colombo, 17 years old. She returns to L.A. for her junior year of high school after spending a frivolous summer that everyone knows about. One night she goes to Trent’s party with her friend Devi, she gets drunk…

Taylor Swift is her narrator<3

(this is a chapter form my wattpad fanfic "The story of us", here if you want to read it)

English is not my first language!

Lorelai changed her clothes in hurry before going out

Taylor: "'Escape' come on she literally got out from the window"

She wore a mini white skirt, a simple tank top and some boots. A simple outfit but she felt like herself in it and her makeup is basically the same she was going to wear that night she just added glitter on the eyeshadow.

"Oh, hey what are you doing here?" Trent says opening the door "Did you forget your calculator or something?" he adds

"Did you forget your calculator to something?" he adds, almost as shocked by her presence

"Hi!" Lorelai gives him a little smile waving her hand

"Ohi, you're here too! Lorelai came!" Trent literally yells to someone inside

Funny how three months ago they didn't even consider her.

"Whoa! You came" Paxton peeks out "And you brought California Brittle. This slaps, come in" he adds taking the chocolates. In fact, her mom would never let her show up in someone else's house without something to offer.

Trent's house is a simple American house, but there was an industrial amount of bottles of alcohol everywhere. Lorelai can swear to have seen in that house people never met at school, someone is drinking, others are smoking, others just dance or chat.

Not even the time to get in, that everyone is staring to the girl walking through the front door, certainly Trent didn't help with that.

But who can blame them, Lorelai is beautiful. The clothes are perfectly wrapped around her body and her wavy hair left loose sways around her shoulders as she moves around the room.

"Do you want a drink?" Paxton asks them leading the way

"Oh i need it" Lorelai replies

"Oh yeah beer me. Love that bread soda" Devi says taking a glass in her hands

"Are you already drunk?" Rory the shocked question Rory swallowing the first shot

"No, but that's my purpose for the end of the night"

"I definitely agree with you."

"You're not having one?" Devi asks Paxton that, as a good boy he is, takes a bottle of water

"No. I can't during swim season. You gotta keep the body right, you know."

"Yeah, totally. If i had your body i'd treat it right too."

"Oh my god" Lorelai takes her friend by the arm and drags her away from that awkward situation "We have to perfection your flirting skills, Devi."

"What did i say wrong?"

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Taylor: "Well it didn't take long, apparently Lorelai achieved her goal before Devi because I don't think it's normal to dance like that... no definitely drunk."

"'Sup people! Who wants some 'za?" Ben starts by suddenly entering with a stupid smile on his lips

"Ugh i wish he brought tacos..." Lorelai hears someone saying

"Oh my god, Ben! You brought pizza, i'm so hungry i love you" Rory drags herself towards him slurring her words

"What had gotten into her?"

"Oh well i'll leave her to you. Apparently she tolerates you when she's drunk. Oh wait should i get you a getorade? You seem real thirsty"

Ben scoffs "What are you too doing here?"

"Getting drunk." Rory says not even bothering to consider lying while sitting next to someone on the couch.

That day had been long and your mom never seemed to make it easier, so she wanted a few drinks to feel better.

"Yeah i see that" the boy replies checking her out "Shouldn't you be counting your friends on three fingers?"

"Uh you're the one to talk. How you're even here? These people don't like you." Devi says like it was obvious.

Taylor: "Because it's actually true"

"Yeah, they do. Hey what's up, Trent?" Ben tries to hive five gets brutally ignored "Whatever."

"Devi! Zoe is talking to Paxton" Lorelai points out and Devi immediately swallows half a beer

"Well..." Ben trails off taking one for him and sitting next to Rory "So..." he clears his voice "thank you for helping with that history project by the way"

The girl next to him gives him a little smile and and she is about to drink another shot

"Ehy easy there" Ben takes her glass away "take this" instead offers her a bottle of water but she doesn't bother to drink it

Suddenly she feels a liquid falling on her shirt.

"Ah i'm soo sorry!" it's Zoe who just spilled her drink on Lorelai "Was that marked Chanel?" she asks grinning into her face

Rory stands up and almost slips "Cazzo! That fucking bitch!" but Zoe was already gone

"Hey." Ben stops her "Forget it, it's not worth it." but her face still angered "Come here let's vet you cleaned up" Rory's face softens, it's Zoe what else could she expect...

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"How could she do that! Like...what have i done to her? Ben...are you listening?"

The music makes the floor vibrate as they meander around the hose.

"If you don't shut up right now i'll...i'll call your mother" Ben points her finger at her annoyed after finally finding the bathroom.

"God not her. Oh my..." she trails off watching him casually taking off his sweatshirt. Fortunately he had a t-shirt under it.

"Yeah you wish. Here take this" he offers Rory his sweatshirt

"Thank you" Lorelai thanks him offering him a warm smile "umh can you?"

"Oh-oh yeah sure. I mean obviously" Ben immediately turns around so Lorelai can get changed freely

"I'll give it back to you at school" she turns around, the sweatshirt a bit big for her

"No problem, you can take it"

"Why are you suddenly so..." Rory turns her whole body so now she can face Ben

"So- what?"

"so pretty! you've got such a good 'nd nice smile." she smiles at him widely, studying carefully the boy's face as if it was the first time she saw him

Taylor: "Yeah still drunk"

"Umh..." Ben couldn't help it and Rory is too drunk to notice the blush creeping on the boy's cheeks and ears "Have your eyes always been so...blue?"

"Yeah? I- i think so" Lorelai was flushed from the alcohol and her big brown eyes were the only two things Ben could focus on at the moment

Taylor: "Soo Rory is actually flirty drunk! This is getting interesting"

"Holy shit! There's a coyote on the lawn!" some weird guy yells

Taylor: "Oh come on!"

[mishwanders]

Prologue {Heisenberg}: God Help You Dumb Boy

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x GN!Disabled Reader

Summary: Ethan agrees to help Heisenberg, the old man decides to give him a helping hand.

Warnings: ghosts, mold, gore from Ethan’s bitten hand.

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Things are going according to plan…

Heisenberg held onto Ethan Winters forearm, the weight of his own body keeping the younger blonde man from falling through the open grate on the floor, to his doom below. Heisenberg had given Ethan a choice, to work alongside him in defeating Miranda. Ethan had spat back at him in anger at the mere mention of using his own baby girl, Rose, against the tyrannical prophetess. Heisenberg could see the rage seething off of him in the dim warm light of his factory. Heisenberg had taken a step back to recollect himself, trying to not burst out at the man. Ethan had been going through a day in hell - getting a taste of what it was like in his life. He had to stay calm, he had to keep his thoughts in order.

So he gave him a different deal. Heisenberg held out his hand to Ethan, promising that Rose as a weapon was off the table. They didn’t necessarily need her to finish this off - he had another secret that had yet to be revealed to Ethan any way, one that would soon come to light. His words seemed to calm the raging storm of anger that was rising within Ethan, but Heisenberg could still see the hints of distrust within the lines of his face, heavily evident within his hazel eyes.

“Ethan, I promise that no harm will come to the girl, not if I can help it.” He said.

Heisenberg looked down at Ethan’s mauled hand, seeing the soiled rags covered in dirt and darkened by blood.

“Before we go any further with this plan, let me help you out with that.” Heisenberg offered

Ethan was caught off guard by it, the anger now morphed into surprise, but the distrust still stayed as Heisenberg pulled him away from the open grate that was close behind.

“How?” He asked

“I have some tools to make a prosthetic upstairs. Just let me get it all put together and adjusted, and the damned thing is all yours.” Heisenberg replied

The distrust had now faded from Ethan, his shoulders dropping a bit as he grew to trust the older man. This was good, this is exactly what he needed. Heisenberg let go of his arms and began to move toward the set of metal double doors that had burst open at the mere flick of his wrist, waving for Ethan to follow him.

“Come on. I don’t want you getting lost in this place.”

Heisenberg walked up the old metal stairs, hearing them ring out, creaking underneath the weight of each step. When he finally reached the top step he moved down a long and darkened hallway, straight to a dark wooden door on his right. He placed his hand on the door knob, slowly opening the door to an even darker room, turning on the lamp with his power, allowing the warm dim glow to illuminate a place he hardly visited anymore.

The light didn’t go very far in the room, the way Heisenberg used to like - the dimness of it all made it easier on his eyes to see without squinting. But what it did touch was the wooden desk stationed underneath the light, to his left, leaning up against the west wall and unmade bed to the right of it. The entire room had gone untouched for a long, long time and it was odd coming back to it after all of these years.

Especially without you.

But he had to do it anyway. Heisenberg walked through the door frame, pulling out the wooden chair and motioning for Ethan to sit as he began to rummage through the drawers, finding an old first-aid kit, the pieces of a prosthetic that he had once worked on long ago, and the few tools he needed. Heisenberg sat on the edge of the bed and took hold of Ethan’s hand in his. He slowly unwrapped Ethan’s hand, inspecting the damage that the Lycan had done to him.

“The mother fucker sure took a chunk out of you.” Heisenberg commented, “My apologies for not stopping them sooner.”

“Those were your assholes?” Ethan asked

“Not technically ‘mine’, but enough to command them.” Heisenberg explained, “Mother Miranda’s doing there.”

“She turned them all, didn’t she?”

Heisenberg nodded, taking a clean gauze with the first aid medicine and proceeding to clean the wound.

“All a part of her big plan - a sacrifice to the damn mold for its power to bring her daughter back to life. They’ve all been infected for quite some time now. They were damned from the beginning sadly.”

“Yeah, I know.” He said, his tone downtrodden as the memories of when he first stepped foot into the cursed village came flooding into his mind.

Ethan looked away from the old man, his eyes catching glimpses of the tools by his side, catching glimpses of the room under the dim light. He could see the dust floating through the air, coating the bed frame, the armoire, even the desk. His eyes continued to follow the dust particles until he noticed something else in the corners of the room, something that glimmered with the subtle touch of the light.

It was a wooden cane. The handle on top resembled that of a fox, and the cane itself was made of beech, decorated with an intricate metal inlay, and a dark brown stain.

“Did you used to make this stuff for the villagers?” Ethan asked

Heisenberg chuckled at his response. If only the young man knew how much the villagers feared him.

“No, I did not.” He replied, “Most of them were scared shitless of me, save for one.”

“So I guess these belonged to them?” Ethan asked, motioning his head towards the cane.

Ethan noticed that Heisenberg grew still before the old man finally responded.

“Only the cane does.”

Ethan cocked his brow, the curiosity evident on his face.

“You say that like they’re still alive.” He commented

Heisenberg stared straight past Ethan, seeing the ghostly visage of you standing behind the young man, hand placed on his shoulder. This was why he hated coming into this fucking room. You always appeared in some way to him here, never saying a word due the mold that was wrapped around your neck like a noose, the roots trailing all along your body like the day he was forced to leave you to your demise.

He hated to see your eyes devoid of the life that once was there, your face twisted in anguish as your mouth hung open mid scream. He hated that he couldn’t hear your voice, your laugh, couldn’t fucking touch you.

You were there, he could see you, but he knew the truth.

It was just a phantom of you, one that would always haunt him.

Heisenebrg finally pulled his attention away from your ghost and back to Ethan. His entire demeanor had changed, growing darker. His voice dropping lower in tone as the seriousness of the situation at hand took over.

“Listen Ethan, our reasons for wanting to get rid of Miranda are similar in more ways than you would think. Not only does she have your daughter, but she has someone that I care about - well, the damn mold does.” He explained, “It’s a bit of a long story.”

Ethan looked down at his hand momentarily, feeling the effects of the first aid medication taking its effects on him. He hadn’t realized that there might be more at stake here for the older man other than just what he already knew.

“Well, we’ve got time right now.” Ethan replied, “Why don’t you tell it to me?”

Heisenberg sat back on the edge of the bed, surprised at his request. The hint of a smile appeared on his face as he heard your words in his mind, saying a phrase he was so used to hearing in his younger years.

‘God help you dumb boy.’

“Alright, fine.” Heisenberg said, going back to work on Ethan’s hand.

“You see, it all started with that goddamn snow…”

Chapter One: Fish in a Birdcage

[douceurrrr]

Can u do what dating michael cimino would be ever since his character on nhie ive been obsessed with him

yessssss!

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞

warning(s): slight smut… or maybe more than slight

dating michael is a dream. michael is definitely the type to bring you flowers, even if it’s not Valentine’s Day. he would be the type of boyfriend to treat you like a princess and give you anything you ask for. when dating him it’s not all about sex, it’s more sweet than sexual but you both have those moments.

dating michael means getting the best kisses. micheal would be the type to give you those passionate and intimate kisses that makes you feel electricity throughout your whole body. i think the places he would kiss you most is your lips, neck, and even your shoulders. he’s love language is definitely physical touch.

when dating michael you find everything about him hot, even the simplest things, like his voice or how he turns his head a certain of way but he feels the same way about you. the one you like most about michael is that he has a great personality and how he treats his mom (bc we all know that’s a dealbreaker). when micheal first talked to you he knew you were the one bc how nice to people you were.

dating michael also means bomb sex. he loves fucking you, it’s he’s hobby. he’s favorite position is when you ride or or doggy, he like watching you ass clap against him. sometimes he gets real nasty, like slut-worthy nasty. one time he saw you making something in the kitchen and he came behind you and started feeling you up and you two got a little frisky after. but sometimes it’s not sex it’s just little touches he gives you like when he occasionally slaps your ass or rub the sides for your waist orrr grinds his bulge against your ass.

dating michael also means getting a taste of the bad stuff too. you two barely get into arguments but when you do you both always know how to come back and makeup (aka makeup sex). michael is also the type to get jealous often but you always reassure him.

all in all, michael screams boyfriend.

[satuguro]

*ೃ࿐TO FAULT A NET

[ ACT I: KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE ]

spiderman! ethan landry x black cat! reader

#SYNOPSIS— you stumble across a murder, ethan has daddy issues, you think spider-man's an easy fight, and spider-man makes a deal with you.

#CONTAINS— enemies to lovers, slowburn, antihero&vigilante reader, familial issues, gore, blood, murder, death, sexual/suggestive content (in this part & some other parts), reader is overly flirtatious

#AUTHORSNOTE— is anyone really surprised that i started a new series? no, but i will warn you rn that this series won't be incredibly accurate to marvel and scream (obviously), so if that bothers you, don't read!

your feet moved quickly as you ran from rooftop to rooftop, the sound of distant sirens moving father and farther away from you was like music to your ears. it would've calmed you down— maybe even slowed your running —if it weren't for the fact that you had a shadow. a comically dressed shadow in red and blue.

the continuous sounds of webs being shot at you was the only thing keeping you running towards nothing. running away from the metropolitan museum (which you didn't even steal from, by the way) with some insect man close to your feet.

"hey, wait! lady, stop!"

and he wouldn't shut up. constantly calling at you, trying to catch your attention like some fanatic. it would've almost been cute if you weren't avoiding capture.

you didn't even turn back to look at him, forcing your body to move faster and faster until your momentum was stopped by a web hitting your ankle. you growled in annoyance, reaching down with your unsheathed claws to cut yourself free from the webbing, until you were harshly pulled onto a roof by the masked hero himself.

you laid on the rooftop, staring up at new york's very own spider-man (who was never a problem until a couple months ago, when he seemingly appeared out of nowehere). covering your obvious discontent, you smiled a malicious smile. "hi, spider," you said, before kicking his knee back and forcing him to fall. his groan of pain met your ears as you threw a punch at his face, one he quickly dodged.

"are you another hero?" he asked between kicks and punches, completely ignoring the fact that you were both in a fight. it didn't seem like much of a problem for him, as he was far too focused at multitasking between asking you personal questions and dodging your attacks. "i take that questions back— if you were, you wouldn't be attacking me right now," another dodge, "but you brought that painting back to the museum! but you also stole it so it's a bit of a question of morality, so i think i have to turn you in—"

you grabbed his arm and pinned it behind his back, your other hand coming up to wrap around his neck. your sharp claws dug into his neck, making him hiss in pain as you leant in close to his ear. "do you really think you can turn me in?" your hand let go of his neck but remained close to his face, your pointer finger coming to play with the edge of his mask. you pulled it up, only making it halfway up his face, before he broke free from your grasp.

but once he turned around, you were already gone.

some say that when your father died, the rich people of new york were finally able to breathe. finally, their endless valuables were finally safe, their priceless collections of stolen art, their rows of cars enough to pay any college kid's tuition, and their bank accounts were now all free from his iron grasp. gone was the man who had taken what he wanted and got it, gone was any trace of his legacy or his family; walter hardy was dead.

he always claimed that of all the valuables in his hands had taken, you were his most prized possession. the one person he would lay down his life for, and to have him gone.. it was all too unfair. all too wrong for him to die trying to get back to his daughter.

so that was why you had taken his place. black cat no longer became something policemen and journalists used to reference your father. that title was something you chose to share with him, because as policemen talked over their little radios about the burglary on west 81st street, you were already miles away, listening to their pathetic voices over the radio.

it was halloween in new york, and while many homeowners chose to stay home and tend to their candy duty, others were off partying at their friends' houses, oblivious to the fact that you had already deactivated the alarm to their home. three houses in the span of one night; you were sure that your greed would be your downfall one day.

but as you raised your hand up to the moon, watching how the rays of light danced along your wrist, you knew in your heart that your greed ran deeper than simple wants. you had your reasons.

a blood curdling scream met your ears, making you hurriedly shove the jewels into a pack and unsheathe your claws, ready to attack. walked near the edge of the building, the squelching sound of blood reached your ears, making you all the more on edge as you peered off the side just in time to watch a man shove a mask (the same mask from that one movie, stab) into his bag and turn a corner.

your eyes focused on the woman in yellow, dead and seated against the wall with blood pouring from her chest like a fountain. not a sound was made as you climbed down the wall and landed on your feet, cautious as you stepped closer to the unresponsive body.

"fuckin' asshole," you murmured as you observed the body, eyebrows furrowing. the woman, blonde and pretty, looked familiar to you. leaning down to take a closer look at her face (and careful not to step in the growing pool of blood around her), your eyes widened when you fully took in your features.

that was a film professor at your college.

wordlessly, you pulled out your phone and called a number you've never typed in your life.

"manhattan police department," the policeman stated.

"laura crane was just murdered in front of a manhattan bar." and with a click, you hung up.

the sound of that familiar thwip and landing feet made detective bailey roll his eyes in annoyance. just when they had gotten the reporters and journalists in control— a certain masked individual just had to make an appearance. "you aren't supposed to be here," he said in annoyance, turning to look at the masked hero.

"don't you know my m.o by now? like, isn't that your job?" spider-man asked with a cock of his head, obviously enjoying his teasing. "but you can't really.. not allow me to be here. i'm here to help, after all."

"i'm not letting some kid help," detective bailey practically growled, but the hero was already pushing past him to look at the body.

from beneath the mask, ethan hid his shock at the sight of one of his college's professors, dead and staring blankly into empty space. as if constantly being around his estranged his father wasn't enough; now a professor from his college was dead.

"what? bug man finally ran out of things to say?" detective bailey asked snarkily, making ethan snap out of his stupor.

"no, da— detective," ethan said in a faux matter-of-fact voice, squatting down to look closer at the dead body. he almost cringed at the slip up he just made; if only his father knew. "can't a man observe in silence?"

it wasn't like ethan had planned his superhero life out. he had moved to new york right after his brother's death for college, and being desperate to leave his brother's horrible crimes behind, he changed his last name. calls to his dad and his sister became texts. visits became nonexistent. even after he was bitten and took on the superhero roll he was desperate to move on, and right when he believed he finally was, his dad and sister moved to new york.

ethan didn't tell any of his friends that he was related to richie, nor did he tell them that he was the detective's kid. all they knew was that quinn was his sister, and while it hurt to pretend as though richie never existed, it was for the best. he left that life behind him, and quinn seemed to respect that at least.

"how'd you find her?" ethan asked a nearby cop.

"anonymous tip around the time she was murdered."

his eyes took in the gruesome scene in front of him. his eyes drifted to professor crane's blank face, before following the splashes of blood on the brick behind her. his eyes squinted as he continued to look up the wall, the dots connecting when he saw familiar claw marks above the body. they were faint, so faint, that if ethan hadn't seen them before, then he was sure that the police wouldn't have.

he raised his hand, and with another thwip of his webs, he was gone.

ethan was searching for any sign of you. a part of him hoped that you weren't within the confines of your home hiding behind your civilian name. there was a possibility that you helped kill the professor. maybe you were an accomplice. regardless of your role in it all, ethan was sure that you had seen something and chose to keep it to yourself. you had your own reasons for doing so; you believed you were far more clever than anyone. maybe you were.

the scratches on the walls were something you left behind. ethan knew that; he had literally been choked by those claws of yours when he first took up his job as a hero. he didn't want to believe that you you were quicker than him, but the fact that you had gotten away.. to say that he wasn't annoyed by it would be a lie.

he later learned who you were because of his father during one of their awkward dinners. the black cat.

he hadn't invited quinn this time. it was as though he was trying to strictly have some father-son time with ethan; some pathetic attempt at reconnecting, he assumed. if reconnecting meant taking him out to a thai restaurant and only talking about his job or richie and never asking ethan anything beyond the, "how's college?" question.

but something within his father's ramble about work had caught ethan's attention. home burglaries were a huge problem, that much ethan knew, but this had been the first time he ever heard his father talk about it; much less talk about who he suspects had done it.

"they call her black cat. witnesses have only ever seen enough of her to know she's a lady—"

"who do you think she is?" ethan asked, unable to stop himself as he leaned forward in his chair. so that was who he caught running along the roofs of new york. the one person who had gotten away from him.

"some fan of the original black cat, walter hardy. either that," his father put a forkful of pad thai in his mouth, chewing and swallowing, "or his daughter. there's no record of them, though."

"do you think they're the ones who stole from all those houses?"

"that's all i'm saying about the subject, ethan," his father said sternly, looking him up and down suspiciously. "just eat your food."

it didn't take much for you to catch yourself up on the stab murders. you had only heard a little bit about it; not because you lived under a rock, but because you didn't care. not until now, at least.

tara and sam carpenter. tara was in your psych class at blackmore university; you had talked to her enough times that she was probably the closest person you had to a 'friend,' as off as it sounded. you had a similar humor and she wasn't the type to pry over your past (which made sense now, after you scrolled mindlessly through your phone to catch up on the continuous murders).

that was why you were watching their apartment building from the building right in front of it. you had only seen them through their window, but at least you knew they were alive. on any other day you would've called anyone in your position creepy, but you considered this to be lawful stalking.

truthfully, you weren't sure why you were doing this. maybe you had gotten soft ever since you started college. maybe you were bored.

you toyed with a golden locket you had stolen that night, eyes set on their forms moving in and out of sight. you were so focused on them, something akin to worry thrumming through your veins until a web hit your back and dragged you away from the edge of the building. your back scratched across the roof floor, and as you looked up, you saw the familiar red and blue suit you had only ever seen from afar.

“hi, kitty,” spider-man said, almost smiling.

you practically hissed at the sight of him, your hands making quick work of unsheathing your claws as you narrowly dodged another web. you moved quickly and kicked him in the face, letting him hit the ground for just a second before you were straddling, legs tight around him as you grabbed his hands and held it above him. your claws came close to his wrists, the shining metal threatening to break and hurt his web makers.

"oh, spider. i didn't know you liked me enough to stalk me." you smiled wickedly, pressing the metal closer to his wrists. you could feel something bulky underneath his suit, and your malicious grin only grew as you pressed harder against it.

"i don't like you," the super hero said annoyedly, making you scoff in amusement.

"are you sure?" you leaned closer to him, practically touching your nose against his mask. "then why aren't you fighting back right now?" you sent him one last grin before your hand left his wrists. you stood up, not even bothering to offer him a hand as you let your claws come out fully, one of your hands reaching for your gun. "what do you want?"

"i needed to ask you questions about the murder of laura crane," spider-man grumbled, standing up and crossing his arms at you. he looked at the apartment building before glancing back at you, the eyes of his mask narrowing. "why're you watching tara and sam's apartment?"

"why do you know that tara and sam live there?" you fired back, raising a brow. it was moments like these where you were happy you had a mask that at least covered half your face; the more you heard the spider-boy speak, the more you noticed how young his voice sounded. what if he went to your college? what if he was friends with them?

"because based on their history, they're vulnerable to attacks. i know that— being the friendly neighborhood spiderman ‘n all," he said, and you swore he rolled his eyes. "but it doesn't make sense for a criminal like you—"

"that's unnecessarily rude."

"to be watching them.” he looked you up and down, eyes seemingly lingering on your grappling hook and pack of god knows what that were strapped to your sides. the hero’s head then snapped up to look at you. “did you kill her? laura crane?” even he seemed unsure by his own question, the uncertainty in his tone making you shrug nonchalantly.

"do you think i did?" you asked, "you seem unsure yourself."

a pause. "no, i don't. but you know something, and you need to tell me what it is."

you glanced at the apartment building before looking down at your nails, absentmindedly observing them. "what's in it for me?" you asked, not even looking up at new york's favorite hero.

"i don't bring you to the police."

"as if you could do that before," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. you heard him exhale slowly, a smirk appearing on your face at the sound. you were getting to him; with every snarky comment, you pissed him off more and more. and the sadistic part of you loved it. "don't you remember? you couldn't even catch me the first time. sad, isn't it?"

"i'm not gonna make that same mistake again," he said firmly, walking closer to you. stiffly, he brought his gloved hand out. "you tell me what you know and you help me—"

"well, don't word it like that," you muttered. "i'm only telling you information, spider. i'm not being your stupid sidekick."

"you aren't," he said, "but since you're such a well known felon, you could help me figure out who's the murderer. see if they're a criminal, if they were hired by anyone, anything." he sighed. "you help me, and i let you go. deal?"

warily, you looked at him up and down. you weren't one to make deals with anyone, much less a masked hero who was loved by practically everyone. but you found yourself wrapping your black gloved hand around his and shaking it once. "fine."

ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV, ACT V, EPILOGUE

#AUTHOR'S NOTE— feel free to ask to be on the taglist! i'm also sorry for all the typos lol

[domxmarvel]

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Masterlist 

Pairing:Ethan x Female!Reader 

Request:Ethan morales making out headcanons or a makeout sesh leading up to smut?

Ethan climbing through your window had become an everyday occurrence,he was always so affectionate and willing to makeout with you at the drop of a hat. You got up from your bed and walked up to him.

"Ethan I thought you were coming an hour later" 

"I just couldn't wait another minute" He immediately pulled you closer to him,kissing you immediately. The quick kisses quickly turned into a makeout session,his arms held you tightly. Pushing you back onto your bed,never once letting go of your lips. Your hands run through his hair as his moves to your pants. 

"Ethan" He let you go for a moment,but latched onto your neck instead. It was already covered in hickeys that you had to make sure no one saw but he was insistent on adding more. "Ethan" You moaned directly into his ear,digging your nails into his back. He was already grinding up against you,making you instinctively wrap your legs around him. He let go of your neck and looked up at you,he tapped your thigh.

"Loosen up" Unwrapping your legs,he immediately moved off the bed and down to his knees. Pulling down your pants,he immediately buried his face into your pussy. He was really good with his mouth no matter where it was,you gripped his hair as his tongue moved faster. 

"E-Ethan,slow down. I can't take anymore" he only pulled you closer and moved even faster. Gripping his hair you pushed his face further down, bucking your hips as you came all over his face. 

"Delicious as usual" He laughed,licking his fingers. 

[anikaspookie]

Could you write something about Ethan Morales from Never Have I Ever?? The plot can be whatever but please make it both angsty and fluffy 🙏🙏🙏

I just need more fics about him

I KNOW — ethan morales

DESCRIPTION - ethan comforts you after you get to nervous to talk to one of the college presidents.

PAIRING - ethan morales x fem!reader

WARNINGS - just fluff

You had to get your fav college Yale you were so nervous. The teachers that work at Yale came and many others. You were in line for Yale and you got so scared all of a sudden your anxiety kicked in.

You moved your hands a lot and were shaking it was almost your turn you tried taking deep breaths but you couldn’t it made it worse you felt like someone kicked you in the stomach. You felt sweaty and tried anxiety tips you heard online but they didn’t work. It was your turn you looked at the teacher she spoke “hey how can-” you spoke “I’m sorry I just can’t.” You left the line and realized what you just did you were walking and then ran into Ethan your boyfriend.

He looked at you “oh hey shouldn’t you be applying your college??” You looked at him “I- I couldn’t do it I don’t know what happened. My anxiety kicked in and I embarrassed myself in front of her! Now im never getting into Yale! Fuck I ruin everything with this stupid anxiety” grabbed your shoulder “hey.. look at me” you did and he spoke to you “it’s not your fault, it just happens you know? Everyone has anxiety. I mean I have it sometimes.” You then said “I doubt that…” he wrapped his hands on your waist “I do trust me… but never blame yourself. And I’m pretty sure they’ll understand what happened! Your a strong and amazing person y/n.. and if they don’t understand I might have to steal something.”

You laughed and then told him “please don’t…” he smiled at you “hey someone told me whenever you have anxiety just think of your favorite memory” you looked back at him “thank you.. your seriously the best.. boyfriend ever” he put his hand on your cheek “I know..” and kissed as you kissed him back you pulled away then said “okay time to show them who’s boss.” You went back and knew you were gonna get into your favorite college.

I feel like this is short but oh well but thank you for requesting this! I hope you guys liked this and send more requests is wanted :))

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THIS IS INSANE

I JUST REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS! I seriously have no idea how I got 50 followers let alone 100! I am seriously so grateful for all of you guys you have no idea.

I really want to thank @fitzs-trained-monkey for being my literal entire inspiration to start writing!