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vampzyke · 11 months
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୨୧, ethan morales x POC&FEM!reader x devi vishwakumar. -(drabble)
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' ethan and devi are dating, and you can't help but crush on the both of them; however, they seem to fancy you, too '
tags rated T, touching, oblivious reader, hinted polyam
you're a pretty reserved girl at school, not exactly studious but not bound to flunk at any moment either. sports is your forte, specifically football which is where you meet aneesa.
aneesa finds you fun to hang with from the get go!!! eventually, you two are joined by the hip. you're never not hanging out with her.
near the beginning of your senior year, aneesa introduces you to devi, fabiola and eleanor. you immediately click with devi, surprisingly. from what you've heard, devi is similar to you when it comes to new people, which may be the reason why you two instantly find one another endearing.
you're not blind, whatsoever. so it doesn't take you long to develop feelings for devi. she's gorgeous and has a killer body. her long, wavy hair is comparable to that of a mermaids, and her dark eyes are sultry at best. her nose ring makes her even more hot, along with her firey attitude. not only that, but she's on the cusp of becoming valedictorian and that immediately seals the deal for you.
she's the whole package, and you're shocked to know of her boy problems at a last minute sleepover.
it's just you and devi in her room cuddling. from an outsiders perspective, the both of you look like a couple. unfortunately, that's not the case. you and devi have just crossed the fine line between friendship and relationship. and it definitely can't be anything more than that, since devis currently dating ethan morales.
devi confides in you, explaining how they aren't that serious. she just needed a rebound after that entire ordeal with ben and margot.
as you listen to devi rant wrapped in her arms, you can't help but sulk silently. you've never talked to ethan, but from the way devis face lights up at the mention of him, it's clear to see he means so much more to her than she realizes.
you never really liked ben or any one of devis boyfriends, but ethan seems to interest you. he's not like her other exes from what she's told you. ethan seems to be genuinely in love with her, and devi is too blind to see it. and, you'll never admit it out loud but he's quite the charmer, too.
the next morning, devi seems to be in a good mood. better than yesterday, and that has you feeling giddy too. it's a saturday, so the two of you take it slow and eventually find yourselves on the couch. devi is super relaxed, since she's got the house to herself.
while you're mindlessly scrolling through netflix, devis phone rings abruptly. you watch in curious when she suddenly excuses herself to the kitchen. from where you're lounging, you spot the big grin on her face as she converses excitedly with whomever is on the other end.
you don't think too much about it, but you do miss the warmth of her body from beside you.
eventually you give up and play a spoifty playlist on the tv, and after who knows how long devi comes back to sprawl herself across the couch, head laying on your bare thighs.
you try not to blush at the contact and instead ask; "so, whos got you all giddy on the phone?"
devis smiles in content, "just ethan, i invited him over if that's fine with you.."
you're not exactly happy, sure ethans eye candy but devi and him aren't exactly known for their modest ways. their pda is on a whole other level, and to be frank, you weren't exactly keen to watch your crush get handsy with a cute boy you liked.
having two people you liked dating eachother was not for the weak.
through gritted teeth, you manage the best smile you can and say; "of course, this is your place. besides, ive always wanted to meet him," you shrug.
devis eyes seem to light up, and she pinches your cheek lightheartedly. "great!"
an hour or so later, the two of you somehow find yourselves wrapped in a thick persian blanket, limbs tangled underneath when there's an abrupt knock on the door.
devis fast asleep, drool forming in the corner of her mouth. slowly you unwrap yourself out of the blanket and get out, tucking devi in a bit more.
you already know who's at the door, so when you open it, you're not exactly suprised when you're blinded by ethans gorgeous smile.
as he greets you, your cheeks redden at the sudden hug from him.
ethans hands find themselves at the small of your back, with his face tucked into your neck. you can't help but think how intimate it all is, especially when you feel him inhale slowly.
"you smell good, y/n." he leans back, though his arms are now situated on your shoulders.
from how close the both of you are, you spot the cute mole on his cheek, and the way his wavy fringe cascades down his forehead perfectly. his lashes are surprisingly long, and it makes his eyes seem endearing more than ever.
"thanks," you can't help but whisper, he winks back in return, dropping his arms from your shoulders. you frowned at the loss of touch.
is he flirting with you?
unfortunately, you're not able to think over the interaction in depth when you suddenly feel someone against your back, their head resting on your shoulder.
its devi, of course. you knew that smell of shampoo from anywhere.
you'd never been this close to devis face ever, you could practically feel her lashes against your face. and as your face reddened, ethan stood before the two of you in amusement.
while your brain malfunctioned, devi and ethan spoke to one another as if this was normal. though you stood frozen, you could feel devis arms slither around your torso, before nestling against the front of your tummy.
this was too much for you to handle.
and even more so when ethan dipped down to devis level and gave her a brief kiss. what was crazier was the fact that you felt the corner of his lips brush against your cheek, too.
ethan backed off and gave you a cheeky grin, and from beside you, you heard devi give out a quiety giggle, her left hand on your waist now, slowly feeling you up and down.
your body felt on the verge of melting.
devi and ethan knew what they were doing, and all you could do was stand there speechless.
ethan shut the door behind him with his foot in one swift movement before focusing his attention on you and his girlfriend.
he looked down at you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before asking, "is this okay?"
you couldn't help but nod aggressively, unsure of what was happening yet eager to know either way.
were they into you?
and your question was answered with a wet kiss on the corner of your mouth from devi.
so, they were definitely into you.
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bettymylove · 11 months
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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
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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.
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photoboothphotos · 2 years
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Strawberry Milkshakes
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Paxton Hall-Yoshida x Reader -  House parties turned into late night drives. [1.3KWords]
The house shook, its walls were trembling as music bounced off every surface. The dwelling was too small for all these teenagers to mingle in, but its foundation stayed strong as people continued to stomp all over its hardwood floors. The home never wavered as it weathered the storm of spilled drinks and drunken make out sessions. Everything was loud, and strangely dark with only small pockets of light creating pathways. You absent-mindedly drummed your fingers to the beat of music, the tips of your figures sticky from your beer. 
This wasn’t your first rodeo. You’ve been to plenty of house parties before. You usually enjoyed these type of events, finding enjoyment in the lightshows and the friendly catchup sessions with old classmates, but this one was different. The overwhelming sense of crowd made you feel so small yet so big. It felt as if even a minor misstep into the wrong direction could create irreversible mayhem but it also felt like that you were just a spec of dust to these other high schoolers. It was an odd feeling. And you hated it. 
Paxton had his arm wrapped around your waist, and another holding a red solo cup. The teen was trying his best to listen to Trent’s latest entrepreneurial scheme but it was hard to stay focused when his concern for you was coursing through his veins. He could feel your skin grow tackier and your muscles beginning to jitter. Paxton had decided then and there that enough was enough. 
The call of your name snapped you out of your trance. You turn towards your boyfriend, confusion lacing your features. Had you missed something he said? 
“You there, Bun?” Paxton asked again. “We can go home if you want.” He had abandoned his spiked drink and the rest of his best friends story entirely. His eyes pierced through your graze, making your heart skip a beat. 
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to ruin your fun. I’m fine.” You reassured, taking another sip of your drink. The brew did little to calm your nerves. Usually you’d be a blushing mess of a person hearing your boyfriend – the Paxton Hall-Yoshida – call you by that nickname. But the smog of the room was beginning to become suffocating and you had lost the ability to say much more than your words of half-hearted optimism. 
“Nuh uh, c’mon we’re getting you out of here” Paxton declared. His arm swooped fully around your body, supporting your back as he guided your stiffened stance out the door. 
The fall winds caused goosebumps on your skin when you met it outside. The distance between the house and Paxton’s Jeep was a short one, but your dizzy state left you incredibly slow. Paxton was patient though, continuing to guide you through your journey to the car despite the sloth-like pace, whispering soft words of ‘Don’t worry take your time’ and ‘It’s okay, I’ve got you’. Once you reached the safety of the Jeep you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You felt a hand on your forehead as the teen took in your current condition. You let Paxton tuck your sweat soaked hair behind your ear and dab your cheeks with some left over takeaway napkins that he kept handy. 
Although Paxton was worried sick about your sudden panic at the party, he couldn’t help but muse at how beautiful you looked. The scrunched fabric of your top did wonders for you, especially as the white fabric clung to your skin. Not to mention the silk of your black skirt, and how it draped over your tired legs. Oh God.
“My eyes are up here, Yoshida.” You teased, gaining back some of your energy. “Although, I never get tired of how you look at me.” 
Paxton's laugh was music to your ears, a spell that made you fall harder every time.  
“I’m sorry. You’re just burning up and those long sleeves can’t be helping.” He replied while disregarding his growing blush. “I know what will help though.” Paxton looked at you suggestively with his eyebrow raised and an arm reaching towards you. 
You gave him a questioning look back, unsure of what type of funny business he was about to perform next. 
“A late night drive with all the windows down and singing to the Jonas Brothers songs all the way to Foster Freeze for milkshakes.” Paxton shot you a wide smile as he closed the gap between the two of you to roll down your passenger side window. The two of you were practically nose to nose now, his lips seconds away from yours. “Your favourite activity.” He stated knowing exactly what this proximity is doing to you. 
Your throat bobbed as you swallowed the unexpected lump that had appeared. Before you had a chance to act upon the situation, Paxton quickly pulled away.
Within moments the Jeep began to roll down the streets of San Fernando Valley. The tunes of your favourite childhood boyband filled the air as a hurricane of brisk evening winds and traffic lights filled your senses. Though even the cold gush of wind wasn’t enough to cool you down from that heightened moment, the mental image of your boyfriend’s lips permanently seared into your mind. 
Foster Freeze had the best strawberry milkshakes. And though Paxton would typically argue for team chocolate, even he had to admit that the strawberry milkshakes from the dinner was something other-worldly. As he pulled the vehicle into park, he decided to push your buttons further. Just a little bit. “Okay, what would you like Bun?” He asked, giving you his signature dreamy eyes. 
“Just a large strawberry milkshake.” You requested, giving him a doe-eyed look in return. 
With a light nod, Paxton began to make his way out the car without another word. And just as he had predicted, the second his hand reached the handle, he heard a audible protest from your pretty mouth. It was quiet, but unmistakable and it made Paxton’s gut do summersaults. 
You couldn’t see it, but the grin that grew on Paxton’s face was shit-eating. “Are you forgetting something?” You asked innocently, not wanting to admit the yearn you had for a kiss. Your boyfriend always kissed you before he left anywhere, no matter whether it was for five minutes or five hours. Paxton never left you empty handed. 
“Oh right,” He replied. Turning back to fumble with the middle compartment before fishing out his wallet. “Almost forgot, thanks! You’re so thoughtful (Y/N).” He began his exit again before feeling the soft tug of his t-shirt. 
“I think you’re forgetting something else.” Your advised, your voice so delicate that it almost made Paxton’s heart burst. 
He couldn’t help it anymore. The teen turned around once more, his hands landing familiarly on the side of your face, placing your lips right into the crevice of his own. You tasted like left over booze and candy lip-gloss. Paxton felt you relax in his touch, your wandering hands finding the hem of his jeans. This made him smile into your kiss, making the touch breathy. 
“So just a strawberry milkshake?” Paxton asked pulling away and returning your ability to breathe. 
It was your turn to nod lightly now, your kiss-stained lips turning into a teethy smile. “And a large fries please.” You added, finally allowing him to run into the diner before it closed. 
You admired Paxton’s figure as you watched him exit the car and walk towards the restaurant, his figure getting smaller as the distance between the two of you grew. He waved at you half-way, offering his patented teenage heartthrob grin. You smiled back, your mouth still burning from the kiss he left you with. Even from a distance you can see the mischief within his eyes as he continued walking backwards. It was if he was  asking you, ‘Are sure you don’t want anything else?’ 
And you did want one more thing, Paxton knew that. But that’s a different dessert that you’re gonna save for another late night drive.
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joskyoung · 11 months
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the amount of ben gross fanfics there AREN’T is disgusting and i’ll be waiting for u all to write them. thanks.
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awesomechocolatesauce · 10 months
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I'm tempted to be extremely petty, to the point where if I see a comment on a video that says something like "Team Ethan" or "I stopped watching after she dumped Ethan", I'll just reply with "Who?!" Because that's the lasting impression he had left on me.
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bewilderedbuck · 11 months
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trent harrison is the kind of guy who would talk to paxton about his feelings for eleanor and say some shit like "i'm horny for her, but like, in my heart"
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seeyoumondaydevi · 11 months
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How NHIE ended:
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Vs how it should have actually ended :
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domxmarvel · 10 months
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Me?
Masterlist
Pairing: Kamala x Female!Reader
Prompt: 1 There I was again tonight Forcing laughter, faking smiles
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Like many of your nights you were spending this one at the lab working on yet another project,you were supposed to be alone and not expecting anyone. 
“Oh Y/N,I thought you had gone home”
“You know me,can’t stop working” You laughed it off “What are you doing here,weren’t you supposed to be getting engaged? At least that’s what I heard” You finally looked her in the eye,only to notice how red her eyes were. 
“I-I” She looked away and it was clear that she didn’t want to talk about it.
“Wanna join me?” She looked back at you,nodding “Grab your coat and join me”
You worked through the night and you tried to pry as much as you could without annoying her. 
“You don’t need to tell me exactly what happened,but I can tell you were crying and I just wanna know that you’re okay”
“I don’t know what I am at this point. This is how everything was supposed to go,how it goes for every woman like me. It’s how it was for my mom and my auntie but I don’t know why I just couldn’t go through with it” You were a bit confused but quickly figured out she was talking about her arranged marriage. 
“Kamala,there’s nothing wrong with wanting something different. Having your own goals and dreams is never wrong in any way. You have to figure out what you want out of life,what you want for yourself and if they’re really our family they’ll love you no matter what you want”
“There is something I want,but I’m scared that it won’t work out because it’s not up to me”
“You like someone else?”
“Yes,but I’m not sure if they like me back”
“A better question is who wouldn’t. Kamala you’re incredible you’re beautiful and smart,anyone would be lucky to have you”
“I did realize something tonight,I felt like I had no choice but I just had to do what I was told,what was expected of me. But it’s time for me to make my own decisions” She seemed to regain her confidence and was back to smiling. You stood up and stretched,yawning as you did. 
“That’s great,but I think it’s time to call it a night” You started cleaning up and she helped you,your hands brushing against hers multiple times. Locking up the lab you walked out and she was back to being silent. “Good night”
“Y/N,wait” You stopped and turned back to her.
“Something wrong,did you forget something in the lab?”
“No,I have something to tell you” She took a deep breath “I-I”
“It’s okay take your time,you don’t have to tell me until you’re ready”
“I love you!” She shouted making you freeze up 
“Me? You love me?”
“Yes I do,that’s why I can’t do what they want because I want you”
"Kamala"
"I shouldn't have said that,I-"
"Kamala,I love you too. But I was too scared to tell you,I figured you wouldn't be interested in women let alone me of all people"
"Y/N you're the reason I switched my residency,I was hoping you'd say something first,but you never did"
"Only because I thought you wouldn't like me" You laughed,trying to lighten the mood.
"I guess I didn't really make the best impression" She laughed back.
"I guess we both were running around blind. It's not that late what do you say we go grab a drink"
"I'd love to" 
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catty-words · 2 years
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remember all the discourse about and preoccupation with what was meaner - ben coining the UN or devi saying she wished n*zis would kill ben - and then the show is just like
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yeah, they were on equal footing the whole time, neither of them more responsible than the other for the hostility. (👏👏)
and then there’s the fact that this canon-provided assessment of their dynamic comes in a season where ben is a quiet and stolid touchstone for devi, always offering her kind, generous, loving advice wrapped in a layer of obnoxious, condescending, tough-love banter. the violence of it is the point - they are holding the knife of accountability at each other’s throats.
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rainparadefromhell · 1 year
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i need someone to make a nhie college years petition after s4 pls we need to convince mindy!
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hotgirldrpepper · 2 years
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on one hand there is nothing better than a story finally getting to the long awaited romantic climax and being like Hehe ok now let’s give these lovebirds some privacy ^__~ before cutting away its my favorite thing ever and i love it so much. my other hand is beating john mcenroe over the head with his own tennis racket for not using his metanarrator powers to let us see the kiss scene for a moment longer
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furoruisa · 2 years
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Wait I want art girl with Aneesa 👀
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crazy-bi-btch · 2 years
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Hi babes 😏
Okay so I know a lot of you all know me or follow me for my Riverdale fics( hence the username change) ! I appreciate y’all so much all the love and anon/requests. Those fic will still be up! I just am ready to close the chapter on the writing of that fandom 😣. I am ready to move on to write about new fandoms I’ve stumbled upon! I hope you all stick around. Hint Hint the gifs will help you identify what new fandoms will come to town😎
Make sure to submit your requests in babes I got some major ideas flowing🙈
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photoboothphotos · 2 years
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hi hhi could u write a one shot w ben gross x reader, where she catches his having a pamic attack and then she helps him calm down, so then he vents to her and she just holds him & tells him its ok?? FJSJS PLS I HAVENT FOUND ANY FANFICS FOR HIM AND I JUST LOVE HIM SM UGH<333
A/N: Thank you so much for your request anon! This turned out to be a shorter blurb, but I hope you enjoy reading it nonetheless. Glad see some Team Ben members <3
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You were always a creature of habit. Some of your friends would describe you as Type A, but you just liked having a certain order to things. You always use 0.5mm pencil led, only wrote your notes on dotted paper, and religiously highlighted text in yellow. Anything else would be absurdity.
Along with your many habits was a consistency of how you spent your time and who you spent it with. For example, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to spend your weekend at Ben Gross’ house. You have ever since you met the boy in elementary school through your parents and all the way until he asked you to be his girlfriend that one fateful night at prom. So, a weekend not spent with Ben Gross didn’t exist, and you were happy to have it that way.
As you followed the path up the familiar hill, you found your self humming along to a unknown tune and counting your steps. Once you reached exactly one hundred footsteps, you looked up knowing that you’d face the door to the Gross Household. Inviting yourself in, you greeted Patty who was working away in the kitchen before climbing the extra twenty steps that it took you to get to Ben’s room.
Now, you had expected a happy, go-lucky Ben to great you with the biggest hug he could muster. But instead you were greeted by a seemingly empty room, with only a blanketed lump on Ben’s bed showing proof of life.
You set down your purse timidly, treading into uncharted waters now. This was not a part of the routine and everything about this screamed danger.
“Ben,” his name came off your tongue like a question, like you weren’t even sure if this was your Ben. “Are you under there?” A low groan was your response. You made your way onto the bed, causing a slight dip where you sat. “Baby,” You tried again, gently lifting the covers, “What’s wrong?”
Where did Ben want to begin? It felt like everything was wrong. His grades have been slipping up, he feels sluggish and tired all the time, and he couldn’t even bring himself to face the one source of joy in his life. Ben couldn’t pinpoint exactly what’s right in his life, let alone what’s wrong. So in response he gave you another grunt, his body curling further into itself.
You could feel his muscles tighten with the temperature of his back turning cold. Although this was unknown territory, you knew what these were the signs of.
“C’mere,” You whispered. You slowly uncurled the boy’s wound up torso and bringing his presence into you, his face naturally planting itself in your curves. “You’re okay.” You reassured, drawing circles on his back.
“I’m really not (Y/N),” He finally replied, his words sounding muffled against your skin. “Everything it’s upside down. My GPA went down to a measly 3.9, I can’t seem to fit into any of my clothes, and you’re here in this really pretty sundress that I can’t even appreciate” Ben insisted, burying his face deeper into your chest. “Nothing is right.” His heart began beating more sporadically, his breathing going uneven. “Nothing makes sense anymore”
“Hey,” You called out, bring your boyfriend’s face towards yours. “All of those things are fixable, Ben. We’ll buy you clothes that fit you better, we’ll ask Mr. Kulkarni to give extra credit assignments, and you acknowledging me in my pretty sundress is enough appreciation.” You explained sweeping his damped hair out of his face. His blue eyes were piercing and he looked at you like you controlled the planets and the stars. “You’re enough.” You finished, gently thumbing his cheek.
Like magic, you felt Ben’s body relax. His chills neutralizing into warmth and the beat of his heart slowing into a steady rhythm. He wasn’t sure what about you made him feel at ease, made him feel more at home than anything else in his life. But he’d be damned to he let you say all those pretty, genuine words without any reciprocation.
So the boy returned your touch, bringing your face close to his in a kiss. It was slow, his touch trying to say all the things he couldn’t. He could feel your worry for him washing away, a weight lifting from your shoulders.
“Thank you,” Was all Ben could whisper as the two of you pulled apart, “I needed that.”
You hummed in response, allowing yourself to drop into his arms and bring both your bodies onto the bed. “Course.” You replied simply, as if it wasn’t a big deal, like you being there for Ben was a fact of life m. “Do you want to go shopping for clothes today? They opened a new fro-yo shop at the mall.” You suggested with a smile on your face.
Though those words words were mundane, the syntax sent Ben into a dizzy. Your casual kindness and soft suggestion made his heart swoon. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”
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mellarkably · 2 years
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ben advising devi
this is an excerpt from s3's first episode
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and this is from the trailer
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something that has remained a constant theme throughout the show is ben offering advice to devi. we see it in s1, at their lockers after visiting the principal's office together, we see it at devi's house, then we see it at ben's house, arguably the most important advice ben ever gives devi, which is to talk to her mother before it's too late.
s2 ep 5 has its moments at the relay. then, ben telling devi to apologize to aneesa is more of a demand than advice but regardless, still critically important for her development. ep 8 when ben tells her that she'll do better next time and that she should stick to one guy; but ep 10 is when the romcom energy is turned up to the maximum with the iconic bathroom peptalk.
whether or not they end up being romantic endgame, ben offering advice to devi and being a guide seems to be a continued theme in s3. that itself solidifies that he is necessary for devi's growth, because he is her twin flame, in a sense. they're both always placed in similar situations and they understand each other in ways the other nhie teens cannot, perhaps because of similar drives, interests, and personalities.
You want my advice? Stop trying so hard.
ben telling her to stop trying so hard because he recognizes she isn't acting like herself in order to fit in with the popular crowd is reflective of his own struggles with the same issue. ben has spent his whole life being loud and obnoxious and bragging about his dad's money, LITERALLY trying too hard to seem cool so he can fit in and make friends. the reason why ben can get to devi like no one else is because they are so alike. they are mirrors.
that being said, ben is a flawed character, and i love him for it. he is no way meant to be someone perfect giving advice to a struggling devi. not to mention the fact that ben is clearly trying to desperately ignore his residual feelings for devi in efforts to be the better person (unless he's the anon texter which oof). he is also sitting on the atom bomb eleanor dropped on his head at the winter dance, and not bringing it up yet.
its the way they're both in sinking boats that makes his light-hearted yet serious advice so much more genuine, because he has been there, done that. i imagine we'll see ben mess up somewhere along the season, and i wonder whether devi will get to lift him up or support him in the same sardonic but warm way. one can only hope.
side note, it's interesting how 'herself' devi is when around ben, like in the scene where they're laughing together while my baby aneesa watches. i've given up on trying to predict where the love angles will go, especially with the addition of des, but ben and devi's relationship and individual parallels will always make me smile because of how clearly integral they are to each other’s growth.
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Okay but, since Season 4 is going to be the finale, I've been thinking what about a potential revival of NHIE several years down the line? And if not several several years down the line, then several decades?
Imagine the show being called Never Say Never and it's about a middle-aged Devi with a teenaged daughter of her own, gah!! 😭💕
OMG this is the only example where I am all here for a revival. I would 100% pay to have older Ben and Devi cheering at their kid's sports games, Ben comforting overprotective mom Devi, and Nalini living with them. I'm truly obsessed with this idea.
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