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heycoyotegirl · 11 months

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early season 2 daxton ficlet

~650 word fix-it/justification for the weirdness of their first date (because while I think it makes sense for Devi to be Paxton's first real girlfriend, I was utterly perplexed by the decision to make him A: not know what a date is and B: treat a date with Devi like one with the other girls he's hooked up with, when he literally called off their sex agreement in season 1 because he knew she was special and he wanted something different with her) also I wrote this back in 2021, so it might not fit with their characterization in later seasons

“And when should I be expecting Trent and Marcus on this date?” Devi asks. She had aimed for light and teasing, but Paxton winces.

He chews on his bottom lip, eyes flicking towards her and then darting away again. She opens her mouth, about to make a joke and play it off (or more realistically, somehow make things worse), when he blurts: “I wasn’t totally honest about that.”

Her teeth snap together.

Paxton winces again. “Wait. That sounded bad. I mean, I— I should’ve been honest, but I—” He stops and lets out a frustrated huff, his hands clenching into fists on his thighs. He inhales slowly and then catches her gaze. “I was embarrassed. I wasn’t lying; Trent and Marcus come on my dates, but I left out the reason.”

When he pauses, she gives him a jerky nod.

He swallows, looking away. “I’ve been on solo dates in the past, and some girls get— handsy. And sure, sometimes I’m into it, but sometimes—”

Devi inhales sharply, and his eyes snap back to hers.

“It’s fine,” he says immediately.

The fact that he’s so quick to try to reassure her is another nail in the coffin. “Paxton—”

Paxton shakes his head, eyes wide. He reaches a hand out towards her before abruptly pulling it back. “I obviously knew our date wouldn’t be like that—that you wouldn’t be like that—but Trent and Marcus saw how nervous I was and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I probably should’ve tried harder, but I guess I’m just used to having them around. And it felt like less pressure. I’m sorry.”

All right. Several things clamor for her attention: 1. Paxton was nervous for their date. 2. He apparently thinks that her primary concern is whether he thought that she—the girl who asked him to have sex with her the first time they spoke and then spread rumors about them hooking up—might just want to use him, rather than the fact that girls have gotten handsy when he didn’t want that. 3. The way Trent’s mom had nearly felt him up even with two other people in the room had been weird before, but thinking about it in this new context makes her feel sick.

Oh no.

4. She’s been silent for too long; Paxton’s shoulders are climbing towards his ears, and he looks about a second away from bolting.

She just needs to say something. Anything. Be supportive. She opens her mouth to assure him that she’s not mad, but of course the first thing she blurts out is an overexcited, “You were nervous?”

Great. Foot firmly in mouth. But at least Paxton’s expression has shifted from hunted to baffled. Progress.

His brows furrow. “Yes? Obviously? But that’s not the point—”

She bites her lip to stop herself from grinning—this is a serious conversation, Devi! Get ahold of yourself!—and grabs his hand. He cuts himself off mid-sentence, immediately giving her his full attention.

She shakes her head a bit belatedly and says, “Paxton, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m not mad.”

“I should’ve told you sooner,” he says, voice low. “It would’ve saved me from a lonely garbage picking day.”

“Maybe, but you told me now, and that’s what matters.” Paxton squeezes her hand, and Devi’s voice is breathy when she continues, “And I’ll be your garbage partner whenever you want.”

“You’re too good for me, Vishwakumar.” Paxton's smile spreads until he’s shooting her that trademark blinding grin, and Devi drops her chin towards her chest, fighting not to curl her shoulders in and shy away from him completely.

She can’t keep doing this. She has to tell him about the kiss in Malibu, about her and Ben and the failed breakup attempt.

But then Paxton’s holding her cheek oh-so gently as he guides her into a kiss, and she can’t bear to bring him down.

Tomorrow she’ll tell him.

Tomorrow she’ll end things with Ben.

Tomorrow she’ll fix everything.

#daxton #devi vishwakumar #paxton hall yoshida #never have i ever #nhie #devi x paxton #paxton x devi #nhie fic #daxton fic #nhie ficlet #team paxton #my fic #my writing #my post #pls give me comments and validation #ill reward you with more fic

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cupcakesandtv · 2 years

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Five to Seven Years Early or Two Weeks Late part 7

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 on ao3

I know this has taken forever and it might be hard to believe but the entire abortion argument was actually in draft 3 when the Supreme Court decided people who can get pregnant don't need to have access to safe and easy ways to unpregnant themselves. It just so happens that I could give it another pass and make it more scathing to take out some of my stress over...well...everything. Anyway, enjoy!

14 weeks

Devi walked out of her sociology class slower than usual. Her leg cramped up during class and then she had a sharp pain in her hip joint. Pregnancy did weird things to a person’s body. But other than those minor issues, she was actually feeling much better than she had in weeks. All the bruising from the car accident was healed and she didn’t flinch when she heard an ambulance siren.

“Excuse me!” a girl from her class was waving her over to the building exit. “Devi?”

The girl was definitely a freshman. That’s what Devi got for putting off some of these useless filler classes until her senior year. She got stuck in class with a lot of kids.

“Hi, uh,” she racked her brain to try to remember the girl’s name but came up empty. “Hey you.”

“Do you mind sharing your notes from class on Monday? I slept late and since I shared mine with you a couple weeks ago when you were skipping…” The girl trailed off and looked at Devi expectantly.

“I wasn’t skipping,” Devi answered, offended by the implication. “I was in the hospital.”

“Right,” the girl said, nodding as if they were sharing a little secret.

“No, I was literally in the hospital. Someone wrecked my car. It was awful. I panicked because-” The girl, oh, Kelsey, her name was Kelsey, she looked at Devi unphased and Devi gave up trying to explain. “Yeah, I’ll email you my notes from Monday.”

“Thanks!” Kelsey kept walking with her to the parking lot and Devi tried to think of something kind to say. Anything. Just to make this less awkward.

“Damn,” Kelsey let out, slow, like she was in a trance. “Who is that? I’ve never seen him around.”

Devi looked up to see Paxton leaning on the hood of the Jeep waiting for her. She smiled and he smiled back.

“Ma’am, I’ve been hanging out on campus this morning and I think I’m ready to state with finality, through my extensive, peer reviewed research, that you are the hottest woman at Princeton.”

Kelsey put her hand on her chest like she might faint. Did she think he was talking to her?

“You saw the pool, your research is an incredibly small sample size,” Devi said, shaking her head and handing Paxton her book bag. “This feels a little like high school right now. I’m having some dejavu.” Paxton leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “High school was a good time for me. Especially when this girl I loved agreed to date me.”

“I don’t remember it happening like that,” Devi countered, rolling her eyes.

“Oh my god, that’s your boyfriend,” Kelsey exclaimed.

Paxton didn’t miss a beat, he turned to Kelsey, smiled and waved. “Her husband, actually. I am married to the hottest woman at Princeton.”

Devi felt her face warm but then Kelsey turned up her nose.

“That’s so sad. You could do so much better,” she said before turning on her heel.

Devi shook her head and reached for the door handle. She wanted to get in the car and leave and never come back to the class she shared with that bitch, Kelsey. But Paxton shouted after Kelsey.

“Hey!” When Kelsey turned back to him he put on his fake smile and Devi worried what he was about to do. “What’s your name?”

“Me? I’m Kelsey,” she said, her voice had a flirty lilt that Devi didn’t care for.

“Kelsey?” Paxton asked, fake smile still intact.

“Yes?”

“Fuck off,” he said, his fake smile falling. He glared hard when she flipped him off and turned around to go.

“How am I supposed to sit next to that girl in class now?” Devi asked, exasperated but grateful. “Move across the room?” Paxton offered before he shut her door. Devi appreciated the way he stood up for her but this also felt like high school, someone suggesting the two of them didn’t belong together. She didn’t like feeling less than because of some freshman but it did sting.

When Paxton got into the Jeep he turned and kissed her. Deeper this time. One hand tangling in her hair, the other holding her cheek. His hand lingered on her chin as he pulled back. That felt a little like high school, too. “You’re beautiful and I love you and if anything, you’re getting hotter, while I definitely peaked in high school.”

She gave him a soft smile and felt her heart tug at the way he was looking at her. “You did not peak in high school.” “You won’t be saying that when I lose my hair.” He laughed and put the Jeep in drive. “Will you still love me when I lose my hair?”

Devi thought for a moment and then shook her head. “No, because I’m shallower than you are. But by then we’ll be staying together for the kids so I’ll be stuck.”

Paxton laughed again, louder this time. “Oh good, I’m safe then.”

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As they headed to the airport security line, Devi turned to Paxton suddenly. “Did you remember to go to Sephora and get the travel size stuff?” She took her shoes off and put them in a bin as he lifted the one suitcase they were sharing for the trip onto the conveyor belt.

“Yes,” he answered, taking his own shoes off.

“Aw, your boyfriend went to Sephora for you?” one of the TSA agents asked Devi, hearts in her eyes.

“He’s my husband and he went for himself. He’s the one with the seven step skincare routine,” Devi said, shaking her head. The agent, a middle aged woman with red hair, laughed.

Paxton gestured for Devi to go ahead and walk through the metal detector then turned to the agent. “She only has a three step skincare routine. But she’s getting hotter with age. I’m only going to get worse so the least I can do is moisturize and use a couple serums, ya know?”

Devi stepped into the scanner and lifted her arms.

“Wait!” Paxton stopped them. “Is this safe for pregnant people?”

The red headed TSA agent looked at him like he was crazy. “Of course it is.”

“He’s just panicked because I was in a car accident a few weeks ago and we had a little scare with the baby so now he’s like this.” Devi gestured to him. He looked so anxious. “He’s overprotective to a fault.”

The agent looked at Paxton, then over at their bag going through the X-ray machine, then at Devi. She noticeably glanced at Devi’s barely showing belly (especially with the chunky sweater she was wearing) and then looked over Devi’s shoulder at Paxton.

“Alright, but you, Mr. Skincare, have to walk through the scanner.” She tipped her head to direct Devi to walk through the other archway that was the less invasive metal detector.

Paxton sighed, relieved, and eagerly walked through the scanner. Devi grabbed her shoes out of the bin on the other side of the machine and thanked the woman.

“I’d say he’s a keeper but you look exasperated so you do whatever makes you happy, sweetie. Keep him, toss him, follow your bliss.”

Devi laughed. “About an hour ago a college freshman said he could do better than me so thank you.”

“God, what do 18 year olds know? And did they not see you? You’re gorgeous, sweetie, he's right, you’re only getting better.” The woman was so sincere, Devi felt tears well in her eyes. “I remember with my second baby I always felt so ugly but I look back at pictures and I was beautiful, just didn’t feel it on account of feeling like I’d swallowed a basketball and oh my god, I had the worst acne! Worse during pregnancy than when I was a teenager! But you just forget that feeling. You’re making a person and that’s hard work. That freshman can take a long walk off a short pier.”

Devi felt tears fall down her cheek. She wiped quickly at her face to try and hide it but the agent smiled again. “You’re gonna be okay. Mr. Skincare, go get this woman some french fries before you get on that plane.” Paxton nodded as he finished putting his shoes back on. He took the suitcase and put his arm around Devi and guided her out. “It’s not pregnancy hormones,” Devi squeaked out, trying to get herself under control.

“I know, you just cry a lot,” Paxton said.

Thankfully, Devi wanted to catch up on The Bachelorette while they were in the air and Paxton was thrilled to do it. The chances of her crying during The Bachelorette were low. (But never zero so he was a little concerned it could still happen.) To Paxton, the second trimester was less puking and more outbursts of tears. Plus this very small pudge on Devi’s stomach. It was cute. And surreal.

“Hurry up!” Trent shouted from across the terminal, waving his arms. “Your flight was delayed ten minutes in the air and now we’re gonna be late!”

In general, Trent was not worried about being punctual to anything, ever, so Paxton knew something was up. When he got in the passenger seat of Trent’s car he barely had time to buckle his seatbelt before Trent was pulling out and speeding towards the airport exit.

“What the hell, Trent?” Devi asked before even Paxton could. “It’s just dinner with Eleanor. She doesn’t care if we’re a few minutes late.”

“Did she text you?” Trent looked back at Devi in the backseat before averting his eyes to the front so he could drive. “Is she already there?”

“I’ll text her right now but I swear she’s gonna be chill with us being late.” Devi threw Paxton a look and he nodded.

Paxton waited for Trent to say something, anything to explain this behavior but it took a solid minute before Trent started talking.

“I haven’t seen Eleanor in two weeks,” Trent blurted out, equal parts annoyed and concerned.

“In two weeks?” Paxton and Devi both asked shocked.

“Yes. Do you see why I’m trying to get there?”

“She’s alive. I texted her like, all yesterday. But she didn’t say that she hadn’t seen you in two weeks.” Devi looked worried now.

“She missed Eggs and Edibles?” Paxton asked. “Twice?”

Eggs and Edibles was the name that Eleanor made up for her and Trent’s typical Sunday brunch hangout. It started back in high school when he would bring her a breakfast sandwich when she had rehearsal before the school play but they kept it up as their thing since then. Whether they were or weren’t dating. Everyone knew that Trent and Eleanor hung out on Sunday, midmorning. And got high.

“Yes,” Trent muttered.

Paxton wanted to ask follow up questions but he couldn’t think of one that wouldn’t hurt Trent’s delicate feelings. (He was very sensitive. Always had been. He was the king of dishing it and not being able to take it.)

Devi handled it though. “Did you piss her off? Or is she just seeing someone new?” “I hope I pissed her off,” Trent said, glancing at Paxton and shaking his head.

When they made it to the restaurant, Eleanor was indeed inside already but she didn’t mind that they were late. She was having a brightly colored drink and laughing at...the dude sitting next to her at the table. “Hi!” Eleanor jumped up to hug Devi and Paxton and stopped right before Trent and sat down before even looking at him. “This is Todd.” She gestured to him like she was Vanna White. Todd offered his hand to shake.

“Phew. Meeting the best friends,” Todd said, taking Paxton’s hand, then Devi’s. “That’s more important than the parents, right?” He reached out to Trent and Eleanor looked at him finally, demanding with her eyes that Trent behave and just shake the guy’s hand. Trent did so and Eleanor gave him a tight smile.

“I think you can take it down a few notches, Todd,” Devi said, sitting down in the chair across from him while Paxton sat across from Eleanor. “This is a Chili’s.”

Paxton stifled a laugh behind a cough and picked up the menu. Trent sat on the end of the table stiffly.

“So, how are you feeling, Devi?” Eleanor asked and then turned to Todd. “She’s pregnant. She found out at Christmas and then Paxton went back to Jersey with her and they got married a couple weeks ago out of nowhere. I mean, it’s not out of nowhere, you two have been an off and on thing forever.” Eleanor finished her rambling and turned back to Devi to signal she could answer the question now but Todd laughed.

“Man, I would be freaking the fuck out if I accidentally knocked somebody up.” He nodded at Paxton and Trent as if they should agree with him but Paxton bristled.

“We’re happy about this, thanks,” he said.

“Yeah, if they’d wanted to get her an abortion, they would have done that, like Eleanor got last year.” Trent said it so casually and then was looking around for the server. “I need a beer, stat,” he muttered.

Todd looked at Eleanor surprised though. “You had an abortion?”

“Yeah,” she said with a shrug. She kicked Paxton under the table, hitting his shin. Paxton assumed she was aiming for Trent so he kept his yelp of pain as quiet as he could but he definitely made a face. Paxton cleared his throat and looked at Devi who was trying not to laugh.

“I don’t believe in abortion,” Todd crowed proudly like a goddamn Republican pastor who believed in conversion therapy.

Trent, Eleanor, Paxton, and Devi all stared at Todd in horrified shock.

“You just said you’d be freaking the fuck out if you got someone accidentally pregnant,” Trent jumped in first.

“I had a great reason to have an abortion, Todd, I didn’t want to be pregnant,” Eleanor said.

“What the fuck, dude?” Paxton managed while he felt Devi quietly seethe next to him.

“Hi, welcome to Chili’s, can I get you some drinks and apps to start?” their server, a girl in a sunshine yellow shirt with hoop earrings and a full face of makeup, interrupted.

They gave their drink orders and by the time she left, the tension had dissipated mostly, but Devi was still tense next to him. He put his hand on her knee and squeezed, giving her a smile.

“Did you find out if your role on the CSI reboot is gonna stay in the episode?” Devi asked Eleanor. He could see her jaw was tense but when Eleanor answered excitedly in the positive, Devi seemed to exhale.

“Yes!” Eleanor shifted into her bubbly, vibrant self again. Buzzing with excitement. “I am going to be on TV next week as Dead Girl Number 1! Wanna see some pics from the set?” She was already pulling out her phone to show them. “Yeah, we wanna see pics from the set!” Devi said with more than necessary excitement, until Paxton noticed Todd rolled his eyes.

“It’s not even a named character,” Todd threw to Trent…as if that wasn’t the worst possible thing he could do.

Trent’s hands balled into fists and he took a breath, ready to defend Eleanor but Devi cut in, “Dead Girl Number 1 is huge!”

Todd snorted but Eleanor perked up.

“Did your flashback scene make it in the episode, too?” she asked.

Eleanor clasped her hands and smiled wide. “Obviously, there’s no way to know for sure until it airs, but one of the PAs said I had two scenes in so hopefully it’s the dead body reveal and the flashback. Dead Girl Number 2, a role I’ve played many times before, was completely cut. Not even a sheet pull back on her, poor thing. It’s rough out there.”

“You were the best Dead Girl Number 2 in that episode of Law and Order . Totally hot.” Trent glared at Todd.

The server came back with drinks and spinach dip and the conversation halted for a minute. Eleanor dipped her straw in and out of her water cup since she’d finished her bright drink from the bar.

“Do you guys know if it’s a boy or a girl yet?” Eleanor asked.

“We could know,” Devi answered with a look at Paxton. He rolled his eyes.

“I’m not saying we should wait until the baby is born, I’m just saying we should examine why knowing the baby’s gender assigned at birth is so important?” Paxton took a pull of the IPA he’d ordered and then waved at Trent. “Trent’s cousin, Arrow, is nonbinary, maybe that’s what our kid will be. Why should we limit things to pink and blue?”

Devi blew a raspberry at him. “I don’t even like pink or blue! I think yellow and green are bomb colors for a baby! And if you think me, of all people, would treat a girl or a boy differently based on nonsensical standards of performative gender, I continue to be offended by the assumption.”

“Why not just wait a little longer? What does it hurt?”

Devi’s face softened and she turned back to the others. “This is actually because he wants a girl and doesn’t want to think he’s wrong. I think it’s a boy and all this talk of patriarchy and sexism in parenting is more about his 50/50 chance he’s wrong and I’m right.”

Trent nodded, a knowing smile on his face. Todd’s face was screwed up in disgust.

“Biology says otherwise,” Todd said as if he’d won the non existent argument.

“What biology classes are-” Devi started but Eleanor cut her off. “Oh my god, shut up, you’re embarrassing me.”

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” Todd said, leaning in to kiss her but she pulled back. Paxton saw Trent clench his fist like he was saying “yes!” to himself.

“So you guys are going back to Jersey on Monday?” Eleanor pretended not to notice Todd’s irritation at being shut down.

“Yeah, I’m not looking forward to going back to my intro to art class with Kelsey, the freshman who Paxton bullied earlier today.” Devi was trying to joke but Paxton knew she was hurt by what her younger classmate said.

“Maybe she’ll drop the class out of embarrassment,” Paxton said.

“If my guy bullied some girl, she probably deserved it,” Trent said as though he too noticed Devi’s joke frosted unease.

“She said I could do better,” Paxton explained. “Better than Devi? The girl I’ve been lowkey in love with since I was 16?”

“You’ve never been lowkey about it,” Eleanor laughed. “Devi’s boy crazy levels have always been off the chart though. She was ping ponging from one crush to the next back then.”

“Was not!” Devi put a hand on her chest, over exaggerating.

“Sounds like you were kind of slutty,” Todd muttered but everyone at the table heard.

Paxton felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. His skin was hot and he could have flipped the table they were all sitting at if Devi hadn’t acted quicker, knocking her water over so it spilled all over Todd.

There was a time when she was younger when she would have punched poor Todd for his bad taste and rude comments. Her temper was barely restrained back then. So he marveled at how she’d learned to use her temper as a slick weapon, a sniper rifle, that could be silenced and she could claim ignorance.

“I’m so sorry,” she deadpanned as Todd jumped up, water all over his lap. Eleanor stood up too, but she handed Todd the cloth napkin her silverware was wrapped in and the fork and spoon and steak knife clattered to the floor, causing Todd to jump again.

“I think you should go home,” Eleanor said firmly. “And probably lose my number.”

His face was dour as he wiped at his pants, as if that would dry the water all over him. “You’re a bitch.”

Paxton stood up now, knowing he’d need to hold Trent back but before he could reach for him, Todd spoke again, “And a terrible actress.”

And before Paxton could do anything, Trent was swinging. His first swing missed, Todd showed a shocking amount of awareness to duck as Trent swung and then pushed Trent back. People screamed and shouted and Paxton moved around Devi to try and break up the two men wrestling on the floor. He could make out Eleanor screaming Trent’s name. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he heard Devi say to a bystander, “The guy had it coming.”

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Devi pushed open the door for Eleanor. The cool air of Sherman Oaks’ “winter” evaporated any sweat Devi felt on her face immediately.

“I can’t believe I let that guy tie me up during sex, I could have been murdered!” Eleanor shouldn’t have said it so loud.

They approached Paxton and Trent, Trent with an ice pack to his cheek and Paxton doing some little game with his feet and the curb. Devi and Eleanor stayed behind after Paxton broke up the fight to pay the bill and beg the Chili’s manager not to call the cops. The manager recognized Eleanor from a local car dealership ad and took pity on them when she explained how bad of a date the whole event turned into.

“You let that guy tie you up?” Trent whined. “What the hell, E?”

“Look, it’s not that you’re supremely skilled or anything, it’s just that you know how to give me la petite mort!”

“And other people have not been able to make you cum in French?”

Eleanor blushed and Devi knew she should be embarrassed to hear this conversation but she was enjoying it thoroughly. She loved drama when she wasn’t the center of it.

“They tie me up and it usually gets the job done but-”

Devi saw Paxton cringe and then his eyes turned to hers, pleading to get out of the area but she shook her head.

“But I get it done without any mildly kinky shit,” Trent said, lowering the ice pack and giving Eleanor what were definitely bedroom eyes.

“Yes, but that’s just because we’ve been having sex for years. You were my first, for fuck’s sake. It’s not like…an accomplishment. It’s just something you know how to do!” Eleanor waved her arms big but Trent mirrored her movement so he could pull her arms down to her sides. He dropped the ice and held her hands, looking at her with what Devi knew for sure was love. He’d been looking at Eleanor like that since high school and at this moment she was a little jealous at how easy it was for them. They dated steadily through, no break ups. No back and forths like she and Paxton did in school. No ping ponging from crush to crush for Trent or Eleanor.

Of course, what did she have to be jealous of, now? She could just enjoy this little scene unfolding, watching her friends come back to each other. Devi looked over at Paxton and smiled, wide, her tongue hitting her teeth. He smiled back and Devi felt weak in the knees.

#never have i ever #devi x paxton #Five to Seven Years Early fic #daxton #daxton fic #nhie fic #paxton x devi #i swear it will not be a year between updates again :/

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differentlyweird · 11 months

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Never Have I Ever- A true gem

So I recently within these last two weeks got into never have I ever and I’m obsessed! I love all the characters, but I have soft spots for Devi, Ben, and Paxton. I am a Daxton shipper so any and all fics please send them my way I love them so much! Also I’m not a fic writer but I’ve got some ideas if anyone wants to take them on?

P.S. i don’t hate Ben btw I just think Devi and Paxton work better

#daxton #Daxton fic #nhie netflix #devi vishwakumar #team paxton #paxton hall yoshida #ben gross

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peterpan-in-neverland · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Never Have I Ever

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archie Warnings Apply

Relationships: Paxton Hall-Yoshida/Devi Vishwakumar

Characters: Devi Vishwakumar, Paxton Hall-Yoshida, Aneesa Qureshi, Eleanor Wong, Fabiola Torres, Trent Harrison, Marcus (Never Have I Ever), Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Post Season 2 Episode 10 ...been a perfect girl, Established Relationship, Kissing, the "its the first school day after the dance" fic, cant believe im writing daxton, Who am I

Summary: “Yo, Crazy Devi!” someone shouts, and Devi breaks away from the kiss, squeezing her eyes shut. Paxton presses his forehead against hers. “Crazy Devi is kissing Paxton H-Y!”

“We can pretend they don’t exist,” Paxton says, nudging at her nose with his. “I literally have no idea who it is, anyway.”

“It’s fine,” Devi says, leaning away from him. She does not want to drop her hand, not yet, but Paxton takes it and turns her arm over, exposing her palm to him.

“You sure?” he asks, tracing one of the lines in her palm. She tries not to sigh, all girly and high in her throat.

“Yeah,” she says, “let’s just go inside. First period is gonna start soon, anyway, so…”

Paxton nods, then lifts her hand, pressing his lips to the center of her palm. “Alright,” he says, and pulls her towards him, draping an arm around her shoulders. “Can't believe you have me going to class on time, Vishwakumar.”

“Honestly?” Devi says. “I can’t believe it either.”

OR; the one where the Hot Pocket and the UN eat lunch together

#nhie #daxton #nhieedit #nhieefic #daxtonedit #daxton fic #devi vishwakumar #paxton hall-yoshida #roseswords #roseswriting

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the-paris-of-people · 11 months

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But genuinely I'm sad NHIE is ending not only because of its personal meaning to me, but because I've met so many lovely friends/mutuals through this site from our shared obsession and have been in contact/touch with them over the past couple years, the longest I have been in with any fandom. I just want to let you know I love you all sm

#i was getting nostalgic looking over my old chats yesterday and today #because i genuinely love my benvi mutual/followers sm #and love interacting with yall #come to visit me in my ask box when the show ends xoxo #i'll even miss the ben stan drama and daxton wars because they were memories xoxo #can you tell i have graduation goggles like devi #this is at least motivating me to finish my fics when the show ends #if yall are interested in reading them follow me on ao3 or lemme know if you want to be tagged/summaries of them #whoops this genuine post turned into a shameless plug but truly i love yall and like devi im not ready to say goodbye #never have i ever #grace rants #benvi

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blunderbussmatterhorn · 11 months

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Bestie which fanfic is this, I'd love to read it, if you could give me its title or link? 🛐

i am so excited to share this one with you (fyi it’s explicit) it is canon in my mind -

#never have i ever #nhie #daxton #paxton hall yoshida #devi vishwakumar #nhie fic #nhie fanfiction #fic rec

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uhhstar · 2 years

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Summary:

The existence of The Hot Pockets implies the existence of a counter group.

Devi plots to destroy The Hot Pockets and gets a boyfriend instead.

Relationships: Paxton Hall-Yoshida/Devi Vishwakumar, background Trent Harrison/Eleanor Wong

Tags: Romance, Not Canon Compliant, very slight grief, kinda enemies to lovers, One-Sided Enemies, just a silly little fic, mostly Devi-centric, with pockets of Paxton's perspective, Corny Dialogue, Underage Drinking, Trent Harrison is a dealer, Making Out

(Posted a little ficcie this morning for anyone who wants to read it. All chapters are up.)

#never have i ever #devi x paxton #daxton #devi vishwakumar #paxton hall yoshida #my fics #nhie

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eyedancer7a · 11 months

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Here we are 1 day till we see the final season of Never Have I Ever. I'm excited but also so sad that it's ending. I know it's going to be a rough weekend!

It's an amazing show that has brought to the forefront diversity in our society. Numerous cultures and ethnicities are represented in various settings. At the same time making us laugh and think about so much.

NHIE came out when our world was thrown in such uncertainty with COVID. It gave us time to focus on something other than the virus. It made me laugh and smile.

Family and friends are important and crucial especially during those hard times. We learn and rely on each other just like the characters on the show.

I can also say I have made many friends here on Tumblr. We love and support each other and our stan DAXTON. We are open to each other's questions, observations, rants, raves and overall love for this show.

They are even supportive when it comes to writing my first fanfiction. And I have a feeling that we are going to need more DAXTON fics to get it through it all. Yes I promise to finish it for my besties!

Thank you to @infinite-wanders @blunderbussmatterhorn @laurenkoenig07 @astraybrat @justmissg @deviipaaxton143 @a-lockman5 @seeyoumondaydevi @scorpio-smiles @tashas-life and @cupcakesandtv (the Queen of DAXTON FANFICS) for all your love and support through the past 3 years! Wish I had found you guys sooner when Season 1 came out. 😜🤪😉

No matter what happens on June 8, 2023, #DAXTON MOMENTS will be #OURS FOREVER❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥🥰🥰🥰

WE LOVE YOU MAITREYI, DARREN, LEE, RAMONA, BEN, JAREN, MEGAN, POORNA, RICHA, RANJITA, NIECY, ADAM, SENDHIL AND JOHN

#CONGRATULATIONS ON AN AMAZING 4 SEASONS🎊👍🎉🙏👏🎊❤️🔥😭😉😜🥰💗😍

And a big thank you to all those who shared these wonderful and beautiful gifs to the Fandom! ❤️🙏❤️

#never have i ever netflix #devi vishwakumar #paxton hall yoshida #fabiola torres #eleanor wong #nalini vishwakumar #kamala nandiwadal #trent harrison #ben gross #nirmala vishwakumar #manish kulkarni #rebecca hall yoshida #lyle shapiro #aneesa qureshi #john mcenroe #mohan vishwakumar #daxton

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latinotimdrake · 11 months

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the rule is for every negative post I have to make a positive one so

batfamily fic recs that aren't just the same 5 white or whitewashed guys

amber-lit by Crystalinastar : Duke Thomas & the We Are Robin gang (Riko Sheridan, Isabella Ortiz, Daxton Chill, Andre Cipriani), AU, future fic, 1.3k words

In a world where Batman never returned and his family scattered, the We Are Robin movement has grown and become the city’s new protectors. Now older, they have a conversation around a kitchen counter.

do you ever think of me and my two hands by Le_tap_22 : Stephanie Brown, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, character study, 681 words

Stephanie has never thought, and will never think, of Damian as her child. He’s a child, sure. Bruce’s child, Dick’s child, Talia’s child. But not hers. He’s her little asshole younger brother. But sometimes when she sits beside him— like now under the soft light of the sun shining through the curtain in the Manor’s library as she watches him write a letter to send to his mother— she feels a deep, almost indescribable emotion well up inside her. Not for him, but for Talia. Or, Damian and Stephanie sit together in the Manor’s library, two opposite halves of similar pictures.

Read These Roses by Kalinjdra : Tam Fox/Cassandra Cain, soulmate AU, 3.6k words

One of Tam's most prized possessions is a book on the language of flowers, that her father had gifted her in the third grade. The page for belladonna is wrinkled thin from how many times its been flipped open to, rhodohedron has had it's dog-eared corner torn off and and coriander sticks out from where it had been slightly torn off out of the binding. Boneset has long since fallen out and remains taped to the inside of the binding. These are the flowers of pain and grief.

A House Divided by Capucine : Cassandra Cain, Batgirl #19 canon divergence, 997 words

Batgirl does not condone killing. When a murderer is scheduled to be executed, this principle is put to the test--and the aftermath of her decision will change everything.

gotham city, 2021 by pendulum_north : Minhkhoa Khan, Bao Pham, Cassandra Cain, hurt/comfort, 2.3k words

The boy was shaking, practically vibrating out of his skin, when Minhkhoa had found him, tucked himself away in dark recesses of the half-constructed building.

not mutually exclusive by majorlachdown : Duke Thomas & Bruce Wayne, hurt/comfort, grief/mourning, 4k words

Bruce turned to properly face Duke. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you were awake, but if you want to talk now….” Duke groaned, falling back onto the pillows. “Aren’t you supposed to be the emotionally constipated adult who just leaves things alone?” “I’m trying this new thing out,” Bruce said dryly, “where I try to be supportive of emotionally constipated children.” (Duke is kinda going through it. He has to accept he doesn't have to go through it alone.)

Dance by rakketyrivertam : Cassandra Cain, character study, half drabble, 50 words

Cassandra, described.

necessary reminders by Quillium : Duke Thomas, character study, 5.1k words

Duke, as Signal becomes known and as Duke becomes part of the Wayne family.

Like Father by Wisetypewriter : Sasha, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, 3.1k words

Jason, Dick privately recalled, was ironically the one that took after Bruce's adoption addiction the most.

Note: this one does have equal parts for Jason and Dick, but it's about Sasha and I really like how it follows up on her character. She is heavily defined by her relationship with Jason in canon, and I like what this fic does with that.

#fic recs #rec list #batfamily #cassandra cain #duke thomas #sasha (scarlet)

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seeyoumondaydevi · 2 years

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Desperately need a fic where Devi surprise visits Paxton at ASU and finds the gum wrapper dude on his desk

#daxton fic writers… pretty please 😭#daxton #maxi pax

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heycoyotegirl · 11 months

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wait actually quasi-rewrite of paxton's s4 arc:

starting this off by saying that I do genuinely enjoy the "people don't like me? oh shit i have to leave immediately" plot point (slaps the top of paxton's head: this boy can fit so much adhd coding in him), though I think it should've been longer than two weeks (and maybe not Just social problems)

also I liked miss thompson and thought she and paxton were fine together, but daxton owns my heart and soul, so she's just living her best life being a sub at the school, completely unaware of paxton's existence

with that out of the way, alt paxton arc:

I think it would've been fun and sexy for there to have been some sort of swim team tryouts/meeting at ASU, where paxton could blow everyone's times out of the water (pun intended) and then have some of the people on the team dislike him specifically for the thing that made him super popular in high school, in addition to his roommate's total apathy, but that's an optional change

first major change is don't have him go straight to working at the school. I'd either have him get a job at a community pool or maybe work out some sort of deal with the coach to sometimes get access to the school pool (the latter is logistically harder, so I'll be going the community pool route for the rest of this)

as in canon, devi needs something athletic for her applications. she reaches out to paxton to ask, and he suggests the girls swim team (does their school even have a girls swim team? who knows, but I'm going to say that it exists and has openings) ((I also think it would be good for devi to do something she’s BAD at. we got a bit of that from the relay race, but it was overshadowed by her scheming re: aneesa. and that was a one-time event, compared to training to join an actual team and participate in competitions))

devi is obviously leery of the prospect but paxton reassures her that he'll be right there and wont let anything happen to her

insert fun reference to him pulling her out of the pool at ben's party and probably a joke about the role reversal from when devi tutored him

also a deeper discussion about how she became paralyzed in a pool and could've drowned (this is a show about processing and healing from trauma, so let them Talk About The Trauma. the emotional and narrative through-line of "devi loses feeling in her legs" -> "devi regains feeling in her legs because of paxton" -> "paxton rescues devi from a pool" -> "paxton helps her feel safe to swim again" do you see the Vision?)

paxton teaches her to swim again. there is a pool kiss, obviously.

and at this point we can bring eric in (preferably with less fatphobia). he's noticed that paxton has been giving devi private lessons and also wants private lessons. paxton isn't sure because, yes, he really liked helping devi, but well, he lov really likes devi. also eric is annoying

devi encourages him to give it a shot, since he's a really good teacher (aka fun parallel of them both encouraging each other and pushing each other to be their best)

like canon, paxton teaches eric and realizes, oh shit, he might actually like teaching. like, in general and not just teaching devi specifically

the coach sees how he successfully trained eric and then tells paxton about the job opening, which segues into Daxton Drama (do they breakup so he can take this job? do they try to hide their relationship while paxton works at the school, and does that bring up old insecurities for devi, or has she gotten past those? does he turn down the job and go back to school right away? and in that case do they try long distance?)

#if paxton does end up working at the school I'd probably cut the partying subplot because it felt kind of ooc to me #tho idk that could just be because i havent watched the earlier seasons in a while #he could still have beef with a high schooler because that's always funny #daxton #paxton hall yoshida #nhie #nhie s4 #nhie s4 spoilers #nhie spoilers #never have i ever #devi vishwakumar #paxton h y #my post #my writing #my fic #not really but im throwing it in that tag anyway

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cupcakesandtv · 2 years

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It’s Brutal Out Here pt 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“Stay where you are,” Devi heard her mom telling Fab and Trent. Devi wasn’t sure she’d ever seen Trent give his full attention to someone. “And don’t engage with the police. I know the police are supposed to help but they won’t let anyone near the school.”

“Mom!” Devi wished she could have hugged her mother but seeing her on screen was a relief. “What is going on?”

“You’re not hanging out with boys are you?” Paxton was inching into the frame but very quickly took a step away. “Mom! There’s zombies, let’s focus on the real problem!” Nalini narrowed her eyes in a way that made even Trent wilt and fade behind the three girls now in frame.

“There’s no help coming."

“What?” all the kids shouted.

“We’ve tried. I’ve got Fabiola’s mother here, we’ve been yelling but these cops, we were at the entrance to the school, they won’t do anything. They sent us home. The houses around the perimeter of the school have been evacuated and they won’t tell us what is happening. Are there really zombies? That can’t be real. This isn’t a movie.”

“Yes, zombies. They’re either slow or fast. We haven’t figured it out. And they definitely like to eat people. I watched them eat Mrs. Hernandez.”

Trent popped up behind them. “And you know she’s one of the most feared teachers. Only a zombie would have the guts to come for her!” “Mrs. Hernandez is dead?” Nalini asked, almost to herself, shocked. “All I know is they won’t let anyone out or into the school area. They turned off phones. They don’t want parents to communicate with kids.”

“This can’t be right, Mom.” Devi shook her head. “You’re telling me the cops don’t care about saving us, getting us out of harm’s way, keeping us safe…” she slowed and tilted her head. “Okay actually, when I say it aloud, it makes an uncomfortable amount of sense.”

“If this is an outbreak, they don’t want it to spread,” Trent added.

“Devi, I’m going to keep yelling at people until I figure this out. But you need to stay put and stay safe.”

Devi closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Okay.”

Before they could say anything else, the video cut and Devi huffed.

“Starting to feel like every person we talk to knows less about this situation than we do,” Eleanor said, sighing dramatically (but totally reasonably dramatic for the current situation, if you know what I mean. Zombies call for all the dramatics Eleanor was best known for!)

Paxton scrubbed at his face before looking at Devi. “What are we going to do?”

“We need to get settled to stay here for a while,” Trent cut in.

“How long?” Devi asked, her brow furrowed, feeling overwhelmed.

“Probably a few days,” Fabiola answered. “You guys were smart to come here so we have bathrooms and some food, but it’s gonna be uncomfortable.”

Devi started to feel hot. Her skin was itchy and no matter how many times she blinked, she couldn’t seem to clear her field of vision of those little floating spots.

“Eleanor, you can sleep on me. I’ll cushion you from the tile floor of the cafeteria.” Trent smiled at Eleanor. Eleanor turned up her nose but feigned a smile.

Before Devi knew what she was doing, she was out of the kitchen, and into the main cafeteria, 10 kids she barely knew from her first period class just staring at her.. “Did you get through to your mom?”

“Is my mom dead?”

“Do you know what’s happening?”

“When are the cops coming?”

“Is everybody outside dead?”

“What are we going to do?”

Kids shouted, whined, frantically spoke over one another and Devi shook her head to try and concentrate.

“Everybody shut up!” she yelled. “We’re gonna be fine. We’re all gonna be fine!”

The kids instantly erupted again into cheers, more questions, and more noise.

“Knock it off!” she shouted. “Zombies are just here. Your families should be fine. And the cops will figure this out soon.”

The kids all seemed content with those answers and many of them even smiled in relief. Devi walked towards a water fountain on the far wall, far away from everyone, and took a sip of water, hoping to chill out.

“You lied,” Paxton’s voice interrupted her water break and Devi’s last shred of sanity slipped.

“So?’ she snapped, turning around quickly, catching Paxton off guard.

“You’re kind of a liar.” He said it with a smile but Devi only saw red.

“We’re losing kids to the hallways faster than the cops shot at us. It’s better that I lied!” Devi’s itchy skin turned warmer and she felt her nails dig into her palms as she clenched her fists.

“We can tell them the truth and still keep them safe,” Paxton argued, his joking vibe replaced with irritation.

“There’s only 10 kids out there when an hour ago there were 13. We’re losing them and you know they step foot out of this room and the flesh eating zombies take care of them. If they know help isn’t coming, that our only instructions were to stay put, we’ll lose five more of them to the reanimated so how about we just don’t.”

“They’re not going to trust us if we lie to them. You know, how when you lie to me I get mad and don’t want to talk to you?”

“Is that why you haven’t spoken to me in months? Do you think I lied to you again? If that’s why, you should have just said so!” Devi waved her arms to make the point.

“That’s something else,” Paxton added, matching her increasing hostility.

“Listen, you’re the muscle, I’m the brains, let me handle this.”

Paxton stepped back, almost like she swung at him. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her. It took him a solid 10 seconds to respond and that was only when Devi opened her mouth to say something else. “Fuck off,” he spit out, turning on his heels and storming off.

It took Devi another 30 seconds to realize what she’d said that triggered his outburst. She scrunched up her face, seeing him across the room try to slam the swinging door that led to the kitchen. Paxton’s weak spot was people thinking he was stupid. Hadn’t he said something once about even his parents thinking he wasn’t cut out for school? Devi’s heart sank but she was still annoyed.

When she read Harry Potter (before the world knew JK Rowling was a TERF) or The Hunger Games, Devi always hated the way Harry or Katniss would get so into their feelings. Emotions? At a time like this? The world was ending! But from her position, trying to keep her first period classmates from being turned into zombies, trying to not think about kissing her old crush or hurting his feelings and how he’d view her for it, that shit kept coming up. It was annoying how much she was now in her feelings. In this economy?

Devi shook off the shame spiral she considered sending herself into and instead decided that the way to deal with all these pesky feelings was to bury them deep and ignore them.

Because that always works, right, Devi?

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Paxton stomped into the kitchen, his skin hot. He was perfectly capable of keeping himself and everyone else alive. Just because she was an honor student and he hadn’t seen a perfect report card since fifth grade didn’t mean that he shouldn’t have input. And you needed all kinds of voices to make things work. Like democracy or whatever.

Trent and Eleanor were leaning against the counter talking to each other very closely and Fabiola was still tapping away, trying to get a line out. “Hand me the-” Fab started but Eleanor handed her the watch before she finished asking.

“That kid, Billy, Bobby?” Trent started.

“Bradley,” Eleanor supplied.

“That kid, Bradley has one too but he won’t give it up. Thinks we’re gonna do something sus with it,” Trent explained. “And Cara has one but it’s dead so we’re gonna get it from her when it’s done charging.”

Eleanor looked up at Paxton and looked at Trent. She elbowed him and Trent noticed Paxton. “Go check if the watch is done charging, take Paxton with you.”

“I don’t need help checking-” Trent was cut off by a glare from Eleanor. He shifted gears and went along with what she’d told him to do. Trent put his arm around Paxton’s shoulder and shuffled him out of the kitchen, Paxton still fuming. “So.”

“So what?” Paxton asked, trying to not search the room for where Devi was at the exact moment. He didn’t want to know where she was. He was mad at her.

“Do you happen to have a condom on you?” Trent waggled his eyebrows.

“Trent, I’ve told you before, I’m not interested,” Paxton said, weary.

Trent clutched his chest. “It hurts every time you say it. But I wasn’t propositioning you.”

Paxton stared at him, blank. He caught a glimpse of the back of Devi’s head over by the doors, but focused on Trent again because he was mad at Devi. What did it matter if she was guarding the doors?

“I think by the end of the day, Eleanor and I are going to do it.” Trent leaned in, a sense of righteous hope on his face. “Originally, I thought, eh, it’s the apocalypse, what do I need a condom for anyway? We’re probably not making it out of this alive.”

Paxton started shaking his head, he didn’t want to hear more but Trent was not stopping.

“But then I remembered Dawn of the Dead where the pregnant lady got turned and her boyfriend hid her and she gave birth to a zombie baby and I am not interested in that outcome at all.”

Paxton sighed and blinked, hoping Trent was wrapping this up. Eleanor was hot, bangable even, if you were into someone who would probably need several costume changes during the course of sex. He wasn’t sure how she’d fit them into the 6-8 minutes Trent would last during sex but he expected Eleanor to make sure to slow Trent down.

“So, anyway, condom?” It’s possible that Paxton missed the last bit of his explanation about all this while thinking about the costume changes, but he tried to make his face into one of understanding.

“I don’t have one,” Paxton answered.

“I’ll ask one of the other guys. Worst case scenario, I’ll just slip into the nurse’s office and bring back a stash.”

McEnroe: Impressed Trent has a plan at all.

“What about you and Devi?” Trent asked, his tone implying something was going on.

“What about her?”

“You guys had that moment, with the foreheads? Girls love that shit. You’re gonna be making out by the end of the day, right? She talks too much but that’s why you makeout, to keep her from saying that weird stuff she has a tendency to blab.”

“Why would I want to make out with someone who thinks my brain is the size of a pea?” Paxton asked, sharp, remembering the way she said “you’re the muscle, I’m the brains.”

Trent tsked. “Aw, you hate it when people think your head is full of fluff, huh, bro?” Trent ruffled Paxton’s hair and Paxton swerved to get his head away. He brushed the sides of his head to smooth down his hair. “I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”

“She did,” he argued, a knot forming in his stomach.

“What’d she say?”

Paxton looked at his feet, then around the cafeteria, purposely avoiding the doors he’d seen Devi guarding earlier. He gnawed at the inside of his cheek.

“Nothing,” he said, shortly.

“Okay cool, so actually she didn’t say anything and you just assumed she thinks that of you,” Trent said, shrugging. “Your perception of how people view you is exhausting, man. We got zombies to worry about so please stop worrying about imagined slights from a girl you like but hate that you like and then get mad when she dates other people.”

“No, she actually said-”

“Man, I asked what she said and you said nothing,” Trent cut him off. “Feelings 101, Paxton, you gotta actually tell the truth.”

The truth. Sure. He needed to tell the truth. But Devi didn’t have to. Not to all the other kids. She could just lie. She was so good at it.

McEnroe: To be fair to Devi, she’s actually incredibly bad at it, Paxton.

“Forget it,” Paxton said, wanting to storm off but unsure of a good direction to do that. He spun on his heels and took a step, and tripped on an honest to god, banana peel.

#never have i ever #devi x paxton #daxton #daxton fic #nhie fic #paxton x devi #eleanor x trent #treleanor #it's brutal out here fic #fic

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