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Itâs 2023 and I just wrote a new Nurseydex fic. Love this for meâ posting soon! đđ€
#Nurseydex#idk man I started listening to my playlist again andâŠ.#erin writes#Nurseydex smut#omgcp#omgcheckplease#check please#derek nurse#william poindexter
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Congratulations on 400 followers! Iâm newish to the fandom and your blog was one of the first I followed!
Pair: Nursey/Dex
Song: 28
Vibes: first date (can include smut if it fits in)
Congratulations again!!!!
thank you so much and welcome to the fandom!! this is only the second time i've written nurseydex and it's an honor to do so for you â€ïž i did not manage to squeeze the smut in but i did provide the lead-up so i hope that's acceptable. please enjoy these banana nut muffins being dorky and awkward on their two first dates
28. nurseydex + first date + I Love You More Than You Think by Rizzie Kicks for @hrtstppr95
I think that we know that we know each other really well I know I wanna know you for the rest of my life Because no matter the length of time thatâs gone by When I see you, itâs fine Itâs like I just saw you last nightÂ
Dex is thinking about why fancy restaurants invest in stupid shit when Nursey says, âPoindexter, I donât think this is working.â
Their table is a good one, tucked into a private corner and partially hidden by a big potted plant. The downside to this is that apparently nobody thought to install overhead lighting in this swanky Boston seafood bar, and the candle holderâwhich, for some reason, is shaped like a miniature lobster wearing a chefâs coatâis doing a terrible job at casting light on the worried expression that Nursey is wearing. Dex looks down at his clenched hands in his lap and canât help but mirror what he can see of the frown.
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God, he knew he was going to fuck this up. Dex doesnât do a lot of standing on ceremony, but even he can admit that first dates are a big deal, that they deserve care. When Nursey had come to him with this grand plan for a fancy, candlelit dinner, his treat, heâd known it might be uncomfortable, that he might have to pretend to get it. This kind of thing isnât him, not at all.
But it is Nursey. He looks right here, casually elegant in a blazer he doesnât wear to games, half-empty glass in his hand with the ice clinking soft at the bottom. Heâs been so excited for this, talking it up all week to anyone whoâd listen. Of course itâs Dex who doesnât fit in. Four years in this weird parallel world to the one heâs used to and he still canât make himself take the shape of someone who belongs in both.
âNo,â he agrees, eyes dropping back to his hands. Thereâs a long fresh scar along the base of his thumb, the brightest thing in the room. âSorry.â
âShitâDex, no.â
Nurseyâs hand appears in his field of view, warm and brown and stark against the tablecloth. Dex looks up, surprised, and finds Nurseyâs face much better lit and clearly concerned.
âI just meant, likeâyou look uncomfy, dude.â He bounces the outstretched hand lightly on the table until Dex reaches up to still it with his own. âAre you having a good time?â
âOh.â He feels wrongfooted by how much Nursey notices. âUh, yeah, I guess⊠not really.âÂ
The thoughtâs only out there for half a second before he scrambles after how wrong it sounds in the air between them. âI mean, with you, yeah. But itâs, um, fancy here. Didnât wanna⊠ugh, itâs stupid.â
âItâs not.â Nursey considers the watery Coke in the bottom of his glass, then drains it in one. âThatâs not on you, âkay? I should have thought of that.â
The ensuing silent discussion, born of many years of finely honed skill at arguing silently on the ice, leads to an agreement that they need to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. Nursey flags down the server for the check; Dex lets go of Nurseyâs hand on the table and spends the next ten minutes cussing out the stupid lobster, who, thankfully, does not respond.
They donât speak again until theyâre back in Nurseyâs (asshole) Jeep. The parking lot is packed; the only space theyâd been able to find is out in the farthest row from the restaurant, looking down the hill that faces Route 9. The air is freezing in the way that precedes a blizzard. Every leaf is crackling with frost, and even with the doors closed and the engine shuddering to life, Dex can see his breath.
He can see Nurseyâs, too, when he says, âDude, Iâm really sorry.â
âSâokay.â Dex shivers. âReally. Not your fault I canât hang.â
âPoindexter, come on.â The collar of Nurseyâs sweater is folded funny over the top of his coat. Dexâs eyes stick on it. âThatâs not it. I should have picked somewhere we would both have fun.â
Asshole Dex says in his head, Oh, you think?Â
Civilized Human Dex, perched on his other mental shoulder, says, Hey, you agreed to this. Be an adult.Â
Dex the Walking Basket Case tips his head back into the seat and wonders how long the chirps would last if he fessed up to talking to himself like this. Out loud he says, âItâs really okay, Nurse. âSides, nightâs young.â
Nursey turns the heat up as high as itâll go, makes that noise that means okay, Iâll bite. He reaches over and folds Dex's fingers into the warmth of his palm, a conciliatory gesture that Dex can never admit makes him feel all soft in the middle like a homemade Bittle pie. âThatâs true,â he says. âAny ideas?â
Dex leans on the cold window, lets it chill his overheated skin. Without really thinking about it, he says, âWe could go skate.âÂ
Itâs more to break the silence thatâs fallen than anything else. When he turns back around, though, itâs to find Nursey looking at him with interest.
âWhat, at Faber?â
âYeah.â
âIsnât it locked?â
Against all odds, Dex finds himself smirking. âCome on, Nurse, Iâm the captain. You think I donât have keys to our own rink?â
Nurseyâs grinning too, now. This is what Dex loves and hates about him, the way it comes so easily. He never wants that to change, no matter how much he used to tell himself otherwise. Despite this failure of a night, he thinks, heâs happy.
âWell,â Nursey drawls. ââSwawesome.â
He pulls their hands apart and squeezes Dexâs thigh twice. Dex bats him away, smile stretching despite himself, and says, âJust drive.â
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Faber is cold and quiet, no signs of life but the hum of the heating vents far above. Dex hits the ice first, sketches a long, curving line towards the box and then back toward the bench. He canât really see Nursey, but hears him follow through the dark just the same.
The air between them is suddenly charged, heavy. They donât speak. They donât even really skate together, each carving their own loops at opposite ends of the ice, watching each other out of the corners of their eyes. Dex feels oddly naked. Itâs a weird combination of silk tie and suit pants and his grimy skates, marked up by the years.
He stops on the blue line, bracketed by a big white square of moonlight. The windows are gorgeous, especially without the fluorescents to compete, framing the sky and the spreading branches of the linden tree that Shitty always told the story about getting stuck in. In three or four months theyâll play their last game here, a thought that settles leaden and cold in Dexâs stomach. He watches a cloud pass over the moon. If thereâs someone out there to hear him, he thinks, then let them hear him wish, desperately, for five more minutes.
Someone does hear, because thereâs sudden warmth at his back. Nurseyâs chin settles heavy on his shoulder, and his hands curl around Dexâs bare forearms. Dex leans back and lets Nursey hold him for no reason other than that he likes to, and Dex likes it when Nursey likes the things he does.
âFeel better?â
Itâs a whisper. Dexâs whole body goes cold, then hot.
âYes,â he says.
âGood,â says Nursey, nosing into the side of Dexâs neck. âNice save.â
Dex shrugs and feels Nurseyâs head move with him. He has the weirdest sense that the two of them have become the same being, moving in tandem, breathing as one. âI wouldnât mind doing dinner again,â he says. âDonât want you to think it wasnât a good date.â
Nursey frees his thumbs from where theyâre tucked under his fingers and runs his hands lightly up and down Dexâs arms. âWell, Iâm flattered,â he says. âStill. Weâre just two college idiots, man, no need for fine dining just yet. Sorry.â
Annoyance sparks in Dexâs gut. He was starting to enjoy this, feels like he doesn't need to be reminded every five minutes of how sorry they both are about the whole thing. âWill you stop apologizing,â he groans, and goes to turn around, but Nurseyâs massive hands clamp down swiftly on his arms, and he freezes in place.
âNo,â Nursey says.
Dexâs heart is suddenly slamming against his ribs, just like that. Huh. Mood officially un-killed.
âAs a matter of fact,â he continues, âI was thinking about how to make it up to you.â
Ohâoh.Â
Dex is not the poetry guy of the two of them, but Nursey makes him feel like that last long look before a kiss. Maybe they donât make sense together. Maybe theyâre only going to belong in each otherâs lives for a little while. College relationships can be like that. But here, now, Dex is in the place where he and Nursey became a team twice, and that means something. Dex knows it does.
âYes,â he says.
Nursey finally releases him and spins him around so theyâre facing each other. He quirks an eyebrow, but heâs smiling, and the moon in his eyes is huge and bright.
âYou didnât even hear my proposition, Poindexter. I had this wholeââ
Dex cuts him off with a kiss. The two of them together might not be logical or satisfying, but theyâre a damn good twist ending, and besides. The night is young, and he knows what he wants.
When he says yes again, Nursey just shakes his head, laughs, and pulls him towards the tunnel to the locker room.
#will poindexter#derek nurse#nurseydex#omgcp#omgcheckplease#my writing#efickegster 2024#this was such a fun one#i would really like to write the smut this was just getting too long#would def come back to this one#anyway ENJOY
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#dionysia#my fic#izzy's words#nurseydex#hellenic au#smut#check please#omgcheckplease#omgcp#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#finally finished!!!#celebration#hellenic nurseydex#finished my sequel!
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10 qâs for writers
oh hi⊠i was tagged in this ages ago by the lovely @thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl but iâve been away so iâm just getting to it! thank u sm for the tag i love these !!
1. how many works do you have on ao3? 14!
2. whatâs your total ao3 word count? 230,658⊠woah
3. what fandoms do you write for? i almost exclusively write omgcp fics these days, but iâve dipped my toe into a few more in the past! star wars, harry potter⊠newsiesâŠ
4. do you respond to comments? why/why not? yes! i try and respond to every single comment i receive. itâs so touching that somebody took the time to leave a comment, itâs the least i can do to try and thank them!
5. have you ever had a fic stolen? i donât think so! not that i know of anyway
6. have you ever co-written a fic before? my fic writing process is far too inconsistent and annoying to subject somebody else to, so no!
7. whatâs your all-time favourite ship? you already know itâs nurseydex. iâm still here folks. i ainât leaving
8. what are your writing strengths? i like to think iâm good at characterisation and character interaction. i think ive improved a lot with more descriptive writing too and iâm proud of that!
9. what are your writing weaknesses? my writing style is still kinda simplistic which frustrates me, but thatâs not exactly a weakness per se as i know some people enjoy it. i cant write smut to save my life also
10. what was the first fandom you wrote for? oh i was publishing terrible harry potter and one direction fics on wattpad back in the day⊠my digital footprint is probably crazy. i didnt even like one direction that much
tagging @stanthefrogs @ivecarvedawoodenheart @petedavidsonscock + anyone who wants to give it a go!! please pls tag me so i can see :)
#hi iâm making a brief reappearance#iâm not away on a writing retreat either iâm just being on holiday#writing#tag game
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Tagged by @hmslusitania!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
96, somehow (some of them are ficlets preserved for posterity, so there should probably be more, if I remembered to move some more things from here)
2. Whatâs your total word count on AO3?
342,331
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Most actively at this exact moment, kpop rpf (ATEEZ and SHINee), but all but one thing in this category is a WIP I haven't posted yet. But I also have a Devil Judge AU I *really* want to write, if my writing brain picks back up properly.
4. Top five fics by kudos
This is hilariously skewed to Teen Wolf just by virtue of the size of the fandom, I don't actually think these are the fics I'm most known for, but:
-The (un)Usual? -Can I...? -Derek from the Club -You Give Me Butterflies -Rebalance
*Bonus content, least amount of kudos (because it is one of two fics for the entire fandom):
-This Would Be Enough
5. Do you respond to comments?
Yes!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably "In Love with Ghosts," a character study about Lan Xichen and Song Lan have to deal with being left behind in the world of the living
7. Whatâs the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I write so much fluff, I'm sure this is very subjective, but I think the one that makes *me* the happiest is the 2-part Petopher series Silver & Gold, because the middle-aged second-chance romance of them finally getting everything they've ever wanted was written to cater exactly to me.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
No, but I do have a hilarious bookmark saying one of my rare M-rated fics should be a G (????)
9. Do you write smut?
Related to the above answer, not really. I collab for smut very happily, but I spent several years in my irl career copy editing for a self-published romance writer who was very prolific but not great at keeping characterization consistent in sex scenes and it kind of burned me out on thinking through such scenarios for my own hobby purposes. That said, I do keep writing things that toe closer and closer to the line, so. Perhaps I am recovering from the trauma.
10. Craziest crossover?
Uh, I'm pretty sure that would be the Kent Parson/Derek Hale thing I wrote here as penance for being a vector of cross-fandom Derek confusion, but I don't think that ever got moved over to AO3. The funniest AU that's almost but not quite a crossover was the Wenzhou AU ("Persistence Pays Off") I wrote that started from the premise of Senpai, Don't You Know?, which is a niche enough reference that I'm probably the only one who understands how hilarious the mismatch is.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't think so?
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic?
Yes! Several times, it's very fun.
14. All time favourite ship?
You want me to choose??? Nurseydex, for the sheer power they had over my brain for so long, and Petopher, for being such tired Actual Adults
15. Whatâs a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I really want to finish Bull City Blues, but my brain started avoiding working on it hardcore because it was bringing up all my own bad grad school experiences, so I'm stuck here with most of the end written but not the ability to push through the middle, and I deeply apologize for that. I keep hoping I'll come up with a way around it, just so I can post the end, finally.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue (where I mentally always start) and descriptions of specific imagery (because I see scenes like movies in my head)
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Plot. (Longfic who? I don't know her.)
18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?
It's fine? If I ever wrote a long enough passage in not-English that it wasn't apparent from context, I'd have the translation in footnotes/hovertext, but it hasn't come up yet. Since so many of the fandoms I've written in recently have been non-English, I do sometimes have the dialogue in my head running in two languages simultaneously, but I tend to just write it all in English for ease of reading.
19. First fandom you wrote in?
Like, to be posted on the internet? Check, Please! Ever? I genuinely could not tell you.
20. Fave fics youâve written?
-Petals & Thorns (Nurseydex pop punk star/florist AU series)
-Silver & Gold (Petopher rock star/lawyer second-chance romance)
-This Would Be Enough (Atom no Ko post-canon, the ace-est thing I've written so far)
-Fragments of a Life Lived in Dreams (Nirvana in Fire dreamsharing AU)
Ngl, I reread all my own fics regularly, but these are probably some of the most reread ones.
Tagging: anyone who wants to play! (but especially @annundriel, @cobrilee, and @gendzl, if you want)
#looking at those rock star AUs I am suddenly less surprised by the swerve into kpop rpf#tag games#rhys's stuff
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E || NurseyDex || 5k
"It takes Dex about fifteen more minutes to fall asleep. Of course, pretty much the minute he does, he rolls off the bed, landing face-down on the floor. For a long moment, he considers just sleeping down there. 'Youâre justâŠyouâre gonna have to just spoon me, Poindexter.' Nurseyâs voice sounds muffled, like heâs talking into his pillow. If Dex had a healthy grip on his sanity, this would absolutely destroy it. But between the late hour and the long drive, heâs reached a state of transcendence he didnât know he was capable of." Or, Dex takes Nursey home for Christmas last minute and, wouldn't you know, there's only one bed. In Dex's childhood bedroom. This is fine. Featuring such fan-favorite tags as: These Two Idiots Finally Get Together, Fluff and Smut, There Was Only One Bed
Read it on AO3.
This one is stupidly fluffy; I'm incredibly fond of it. I am giving everyone who left kudos or comments a cheese plate (or non-lactose equivalent) in my mind đ
Huge thanks to the mods; definitely go check out the other works in the Deck the Haus fest!
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20 questions for fic writers
Thank you @atlantablack for tagging me!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
51
2. Whatâs your total word count?
875,350 đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
3. What fandoms do you write for?
In the past Iâve written mainly for Check please and IT, now I mainly write Stranger Things and sometimes the MCU
4. Top 5 fics by kudos
of the things you said (that you canât take back now) (sambucky)
just let me adore you (sambucky)
secrets i have held in my heart (stoncy)
all these people think loveâs for show (but i would die for you in secret) (sambucky)
i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this) (sambucky)
5. Do you respond to comments?
Most of the time, yes!
6. Whatâs the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i just scrolled thru all my fics and I genuinely do not think Iâve ever written an ending that was even remotely angsty. Iâve written FICS that are angsty but I always wrap up the angst with a nice happy ending lmao
7. Whatâs the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
tbh probably give you my sunshine, give you my best given I ended it with stoncy having a happy lil family with two kids
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I wouldnât call it hate per se, but there is one particular fic Iâve had to enable comment moderation on because Iâve gotten a few rude comments on it
9. Do you write smut?
Lol sometimes
10. Do you write crossovers?
I did back in my FF.Net days
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I have not!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I donât think so. I feel like if I did Iâd remember lol so Iâll say no
14. Whatâs your all-time favorite ship?
Ugh I donât know⊠I feel like generally it would be katniss and peeta, but out of ships Iâve actually written for, either nurseydex or stoncy
15. Whatâs a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?
sooooo sometime in 2021 or something i came up with this idea for a stoncy royalty au where Steve is heir to the king, Nancy is royalty from a neighboring kingdom in an arranged marriage to Steve, and Jonathan is their knight. but like Nancy and Jonathan have known each other since they were kids and have feelings for each other but canât be together bc Nancy was always supposed to marry Steve, so thereâs a lot of resentment and tension between the three of them that leads intoâŠsomething else. and then thereâs this monster in the woods outside the kingdom that has been killing villagers and Steve Nancy and Jonathan have to figure out whatâs going on but also present a strong front and a specific image to the kingdom and⊠yeah. Itâs basically a halfhearted outline and itâs the only pre s4 stranger things fic I never actually wrote bc i knew it was gonna be too plotty and I didnât have the energy. I sometimes fantasize about reworking it into an original novel idea but letâs be honest, Iâll probably never do that either lol
16. What are your writing strengths?
Why would you ask me this
Jk uhhhh I donât know. Dialogue? I like making characters argue with each other. And I also enjoy writing funny scenes. I would say Iâm good at both of those
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
probably writing descriptions
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?
I donât think I have thoughts on this??? I mean go for it I guess. I only speak English so thatâs all I write in but
19. First fandom you wrote for?
I think it was narnia all the way back in like, 2008. on quizilla no less. only the real ones remember
20. Favorite fic youâve ever written?
This is sooooo hard but I think Iâm gonna say who you gonna call? because it has a special place in my lil heart
Iâm going to tag @fabesrutter @lavenderstobins and @marypsue (but no pressure if you donât want to do it)
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8 for the writer asks!
8. What projects are you currently working on?
shdhdhd ok SO
my google drive is full of written and half written fic, so iâm gonna go with the top ones i still actively work on/would like to post soon
1. a nurseydex senior year kink exploration, basic smut that has the working title of âchirp chirpâ
2. the christmas time fake dating au on my ao3 that i posted 2 chapters of last year and would like to actually finish SOMETIME before next christmas lmao
3. various other smutty aus (including one with a vampire!nursey) because even though explicit fic is most of what i write, that does not show in what i post because of that good ole protestant conditioning that iâm aggressively aware of and trying to break
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The Nurseydex playlist fics: âBaby, Come Light Me Upâ
CW: Sexual Content, Explicit Language
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They pile into the back of his BMW, all limbs and boyish grins. Nursey canât believe whatâs happening. Canât believe Dex is the one pushing him back into his the leather seats and twisting around to slam the door shut behind them. That heâs finally- finally - running hands through Dexâs ginger hair as soon as he crashes forward to kiss him. That Dex lets himself be pulled closer willingly, lets Nurseyâs tongue press into his mouth and chase that reckless fire he constantly radiates like some sort of warning. Nursey has come to crave it in every conversation, every fight, every connection on the ice, every time theyâve found each otherâs eyes across the room, every team breakfast or debate, every missed play, every celly; he searches for it now with his tongue, desperately chasing after Dexâs own.
After a minute or possibly forever (hard to tell), Nursey pulls away to catch his breath and Dex readjusts, pulling himself further up into Nurseyâs space. Nursey feels a sharp pain in his side.
âOuch, fuck Dex,â he hisses, pushing a freckled elbow out of his ribcage and shifting to try and make more room. Weirdly, itâs almost like his backseats werenât made to accommodate hooking up with his hockey partnerâ another grown ass, 200+lbs, NCAA athlete â in the middle of the night. Wildly, Nursey wonders what car he could get that would.
Dex huffs out a soft âmy bâ as apology, and, oh, Nurseyâs sure heâs never heard Dex sound like that. Like heâs praying in church or talking to something precious, like a puppy. Dex uses his new position to trace his lips across Nurseyâs neck and Nursey immediately forgets to be salty about the elbowing.
âWe would have had more room in the stupid linens closet,â Dex says, lips working up Nurseyâs jawline. He sucks at Nurseyâs neck, forsure leaving hickeys in his wake. Nursey likes the idea that Dex wants to stake his claim. He tilts his head to allow Dex more access.
Dex groans, âFuck, Nurse, your fucking jawline kills me.â
And Nursey. Nursey feels like heâs dreaming. Like any minute he was wake up in his bunk at the house and Dex will be downstairs in the basement, and theyâll bicker about hangovers and who should drive who to practice tomorrow and Nursey will have to keep pretending.
But noâ Dex is here. Dex likes Nurseyâs jawline, kissing and sucking on it like heâs be waiting for permission. Dex isnât going anywhere. The thought settles Nursey a bit.
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Read the rest on A03:
#omgcp#nurseydex#omgcheckplease#check please#dexnursey#derek malik nurse#william poindexter#nursey#Dex#check! please#nurseydex smut#the playlist fics
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so into you
A birthday snippet for @vashti-lives!!!
It, uh, has no point? Except for pretty visuals. :):):) My original idea sort of morphed into this. Not quite smut, not quite soft and pretty. (Warning/tags: Drinking but no one is that drunk. )Â and unbetaâd.
So Into YouÂ
The dull thump of the beat mesmerized him, soothed and excited him as much as the soft girlâs voice above it. He didnât know the words or the nameâsome pop confection Bitty or Rans might have worked out to together. But Will liked it. It was floaty, soaring and dirty and just loud enough to drown out everything else around him.
Maybe this was how college parties were supposed to feel, all flashing, spinning pastel lights and music and alcohol humming in his blood. Kegsters were different, the team was always watching, judging or laughing or sending him to go watch over someone a lot less sober than he usually was.
Not here. Here, Will licked rum and pink sugar from his lips and arched his back, his head tipped up to stare at the lights bouncing across the ceiling.
âFuck,â Nursey exhaled, rough-voiced and admiring, which was madness, or fantasy, or just something too hard to imagine in the frat atmosphere of the Haus.
Drama parties were different, Ford had promised. The other drama club members had too, thanking him for helping with the set, inviting him to their party, offering to dress him. Maybe⊠maybe some of them wanting to touch him. Will hadnât thought it then, but he realized it now, a sharp, hungry sort of thought with Nurseyâs mouth at his throat. He kissed soft, hot, fleeting little kisses that werenât enough but had Will trembling, waiting for what he shouldnât have. Â
Halloween was a joke at the Haus. Costumes for effect and laughter, worn on dares or to get pussy, or cock, or ass of any variety, if you were hot enough. Which Will wasnât. That was the deep down truth of it, or what felt true, after two and half years of watching someone beautiful and always taking steps back when he wanted to rush forward.
He angled a look down through the heavy, weight of his gilded, sparkling mask and shuddered at the press of big hands up his back, beneath Willâs borrowed wings, a delicate, fragile cage of wire and shimmering fabric. Tulle, Will thought. Gossamer, he thought a moment later, a word he would never have had a reason to use until tonight.
Ridiculous, and a joke on someone like him, bulky and huge and calloused. Not clumsy but hardly graceful. Will wasnât like a fairy. He wasnât shameless, like Holster, or gorgeous and soft, like Bitty, someone pretty enough to walk in a Pride parade in hardly anything but socks and a set of wings.
These werenât even the cheap kind made of plastic and painted feathers. They didnât belong on Willâs sturdy shoulders. It didnât matter how many freckles were buried beneath fine gold and pink glitter that had been painted on him by eager drama club boys.
Wanting him.
The scrape of Nurseyâs stubble on his skin made him shiver. He was hot, too hot, and dizzy from shots, pink as his wingsâno, not pink, rose gold. Thatâs what they said when heâd argued in shock. Gingers were not supposed to wear pink. Thatâs all he knew about color. But it wasnât pink, it was rose gold, and somehow that mattered enough to shut him up while heâd been stripped and dressed. A scrap of shining, frothy rose gold had been placed at his hips, hands lingering, he realized again. An invitation he hadnât noticed until heâd seen what heâd wanted.
From the point of view of one of those lights, or whoever was behind them, Will and Nursey were two broad bodies squeezed onto a costume throne, breathing hard and aching but so very fucking still. Theyâd barely touched, all things considered. Willâs thigh muscles were tight, straining to keep him up, off Nurseyâs dick, although he couldnât even remember why.
Except yes, then he could, when Nursey groaned against his skin, âFuck. Fuck. Please.â
Whatever was between them now, the same friendship as before, but better, hopefully, please, fuck, let it be better, it wasnât Nurse begging for Will. That wasnât even something to dream about until Willâs vision was swimming and lights pinged off every sparkle on his shoulders and through that haze heâd seen NurseyâDerekâgrinning at someone and leaning in toward them in the way that meant he was interested.
He wasnât supposed to be here. Or, Ford hadnât said he would be. He wasnât supposed to see Will in glitter of some made up pretentious color like this. He was going to laugh, or chirp and wonder what Dex was doing dressed like this. All the warmth from those helping hands had faded from Willâs skin and then those green eyes had fixed on him and widened.
Will had turned to down another shot of pink somethingâpotion?âhe couldnât remember the theme now, but Nursey was a prince, was always a prince, with a crown tilted crookedly over his curls and a fucking cloak on his strong shoulders, and heâd grinned at Will and leaned in as if he had the right to sweep pastel pink sugar from Willâs lip with his thumb.
He had the right. Heâd always had it, even if Will would have bitten his hand off for it, once upon a time. Because it wasnât believable. Not in the dorms or the library or the Haus, where Derek was Nurse and Will was Dex and not a soft, shuddering fairy, half-melted across Derekâs lap in front of who knew how many people.
Wanting it didnât make it real. That was real life. Whatever they had built for themselvesâteasing and truces and genuine fights and roommates and nights spent doing anything but piningâit wasnât this. It was incredible for Derek to be his friend. Just looking at him with others was a reminder of the distance that should be between them.
Of course Will knew, knew, it wasnât always like that for Nursey. That the confidence could disappear in a second with the right wordâwrong wordâusually from Will. But Will tried, more and more, and it was easier when he was high on sugar and rum and spreading sparkles across Nurseyâs skin.
âBeautiful.â It wasnât enough. His voice stayed a whisper, or seemed that way with the music loud and both of them panting. âBeautiful.â
âYeah,â Nursey agreed, husky. âYou are.â
Maybe that was ultimately what kept Will back, there, at the Haus. Not their history. Not his eventual awkward coming out. Not every single fear of fucking up.
He had to stop. Heâd never meant this to happen, although they hadnât even kissed. Nurse wasnât going to be happy when he realized this was Will.
Will closed his eyes, then gasped at the press of Nurseyâs teeth and then series of slow kisses over the stinging skin. Gentle, because Nurse was like that.
He wouldnât be.
Will shook his head, trying to clear it, and Nursey pulled back. Will could feel him staring in concern. He pet a soft circle over Willâs spine and then slid his to Willâs hips at last, resting his thumbs at Willâs v-line, respectfully above the swatch of fabric covering Willâs half-hard cock.
âWhatâs wrong?â Nurseyâs low, worried voice made him flush. He was soft, how heâd be with anyone else. Even with Will, sometimes, when Will fought to let him and not snap back out of habit or self-preservation or fear of what would happen if he let Nursey treat him this way. If he responded the same, or at least as best as he could.
âNurse.â Dex almost choked on the name and then wanted to hide his face in Nurseyâs shoulder. But of course, his face was already hidden. That was the problem. He had to be Dex again, and turned his head to the side, turned his face up to the lights before reaching up to pull at the ribbons to take off the mask.
His lips felt sticky and too sweet. He wanted to rub them clean on his hand but at the silence, at big, warm hands still splayed at his hips, he finally looked over.
âWhatâs wrong?â Nursey asked again, a dazed look in his eyes. He was grinning, perfect, happy, but it was starting to fade, edge into something tight and worried.
âItâs me.â Will almost made it a question, and frowned slightly.
âUh, duh?â Nursey blinked slowly several times, then gave him a wide, tipsy smile. Â
Will swayed a little to the familiar soft, pretty, ache of the music. He felt like the same song been playing forever though heâd never heard it before. He put his hands carefully on Nurseyâs shoulders. âYou knew it was me?â
âWas I not supposed to?â Nursey wondered, startled, but then flashed an infuriating grin, his fake calm that somehow was calming to Will, but only under the surface where he didnât like to let people see. Maybe Nursey did anyway. Sometimes. He had rose gold on his lips. âIâd know you anywhere,â he said, very, very softly, and then went still and looked away from Will for the first time since Will had found him here. Nursey stuttered. âItâs⊠in the Haus youâre red, you know. Red is go and stopâI donât know anymore, which one it is. But pink⊠pink is different. You let me.â Nursey turned back to him with sudden realization. âYou led me here.â
Will had done just that. Dex wouldnât but Will had. Handed Prince Derek a shot and watched him swallow and taken his hand to lead him right here.
He wondered vaguely if he was red again. If it was stop or if it was go. He knew what he wanted it to be.
He thought he knew what Nursey wanted it to be too.
âItâs rose gold,â he correctly Nursey, stupidly, voice low.
Nurseyâs grin warmed and softened and shimmered under the spinning lights.
âBeautiful,â Will said again, and maybe, maybe it was the right word this time. Or maybe it was that he got to whisper it, gently, while half-melted in Nurseyâs lap, and lean in, as if he had the right to wipe glitter off Nurseyâs lip.
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Nursey flops onto Dexâs bed with a groan, splayed out ridiculously, his shirt riding up. Dex mostly ignores him, keeping his eyes on the code in front of him rather than the strip of skin just barely visible between Nurseyâs sweater and jeans. Nursey groans again, pointedly, and pokes Dex in the hip.
Finally, when Dex refuses to respond, Nursey says, âWhen your boyfriend is in distress, the polite thing to do is ask him whatâs wrong.â
âWhatâs wrong with you?â Dex asks in return, typing out a line and then deleting it when he realizes that it makes no sense.
âWeâll work on it,â Nursey decides. He wriggles his way up the bed until heâs in between Dex and the wall. It isnât that large of a bed, so now theyâre squished together and Nurseyâs sweater has ridden up even more and God, Dex is never going to finish this assignment. âI have had a supremely awful day, and I need cuddles.â
Dex glances at him, his fingers pausing on the keyboard. âWhat happened?â he asks, because he does care about Nursey, as much of a dramatic asshole as he can be.
Nursey waves him off with his hand, almost hitting Dex in the face. âNothing specific. Just shitty.â
Dex sighs, only hesitating a moment before closing his laptop and slipping it under his bed. Nursey grins and immediately curls himself under Dexâs arm, squeezing him once, tightly, before relaxing. âYouâre such a cat,â Dex mutters, his fingers somehow tangling themselves in Nurseyâs hair.
âMeow,â Nursey says, because heâs ridiculous, and Dex smiles up at the ceiling.
#nurseydex#dexnursey#nursey#dex#check please#ficlet#my writing#william poindexter#derek nurse#cuddles#fluff#like so fluff#this was supposed to be implied smut#but the boys just wanted to cuddle#who am i to tell them otherwise
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When all the things you are (are mine)
I wrote a âSwawesome Santa Nurseydex fic!Â
Pairing:Â Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter Rating: Explicit Tags:Â Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Future Fic, - but also present fic (because flashbacks) -, Dorks in Love, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex ao3 link
Derek Malik Nurse has been narrating his life for as long as he can remember. As a young child, he even went as far as to do it out loud. After some concerned teachers called his mom thrice in one week, she gave him an office notepad and told him to draw his thoughts instead. As time went on he discovered a passion for words and he started writing instead. But the idea stuck.
Of course, it wasn't always acceptable to whip out his notebooks. His classmates in the later years at Andover found it particularly annoying when he would whip it out seemingly unprompted, because he felt compelled to document the moment for posterity. Puberty brought on, along with some very unfortunate fashion choices, a love for poetry.
Samwell inspired his most productive period yet. Heâll tell anyone who wants to know that it was the place where he truly grew into his own. He would also like to let you know that he is currently writing all of this down in a freshly gifted notebook from his publisher, as a gift for the initial success of his first novel. He is sitting on a plush cushioned seat on a train fromâŠ
Derek's head snaps up. The seat in front of him is suddenly occupied by a very white looking lady, holding what appears to be the worldâs angriest cat in a box on her lap. Is that even allowed? It doesn't matter, she has an air of such entitlement surrounding her that not even Jesus himself could probably pry that box from her hands. Derek sighs, and puts his pen away. His writing was nonsense anyway. He had just pulled out his notepad to stop his thoughts from running a mile a minute.
He inhales deeply and pulls out a copy of Young Writers Magazine from his briefcase. Itâs a âsurprise â writerâs magazine of relative renown. A magazine which now contains the interview he had given two weeks ago at the release of his debut novel. The issue had come out this morning that he had been too chicken to read it yet. But now he has at least a few hours to kill until he reaches his destination, and no other pressing work he can distract himself with.
It isn't like the interview went bad, it just feels strange that he will be able read his own thoughts so unfiltered. This is how the public will see him now. Heâs had no hand in the editing process. This is just someone else, presenting him on a platter. He feels suddenly, despite three layers of clothing, very naked. All these years and his first instinct is still to keep himself closed off from the world. But his agent had called him a couple of days ago, sounding very happy with the outcome. So it can't be that bad, right? He takes another deep breath and opens it up.
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#nurseydex#omgcp#my writing#mainly just posting it so I can put it in my tag#merry christmas eve to everyone who celebrates#and a festive season to all!#even if you don't celebrate enjoy your Sunday y'all#kick back relax and have some smut
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I wrote a slightly smutty sequel to my dexnursey fic here for anyone interested. Nsfw text under the cut ;)
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As soon as the door to their bedroom closes behind them, Nursey pushes Dex up against it. Dex lets out a whimper as his head thumps against the door. The sound is quickly swallowed by Nursey as he grips Dexâs face in his hands and kisses him for all heâs worth. When Nursey sticks out his tongue and licks at Dexâs lips, he opens up easily. They kiss frantically for a few moments before Nursey pulls away and starts kissing Dexâs jaw and down his neck. Dex feels a shiver run through his body. He never imagined that kissing Nursey would feel this good. He actually sighs at the thought. He is so fucked. In the best way, obviously.
Nursey pulls back to smile at Dex. âI want to blow you.â
âUhâŠâ Dexâs brain has apparently stopped working. It takes him a second to get it back online. âYes, of course, please.â Dex knows heâs kind of babbling, but the idea of getting a blowjob from Nursey apparently turns him into a mess. He puts his arms around Nurseyâs shoulders and pull him in for another kiss. Then he feels Nurseyâs hands fumbling with his zipper and suddenly his pants and underwear are around his ankles. Nursey smirks at him and sinks down to his knees. When he wraps a hand around Dexâs cock and starts stroking it, Dex lets out a loud moan.
âShh, Dex, the walls arenât exactly thick here.â
Dex glares down at him, but Nursey doesnât even notice. Heâs too busy looking at Dexâs cock. His hand is soon replaced by his mouth, and Dex has to bite down on his own hand to muffle the sounds he starts making. Nursey licks a wet stripe up the length of Dexâs cock before he sucks it into his mouth. The heat of his mouth is overwhelming, and at this rate itâs not going to be long before Dex comes.
âFuck, Derek.â The name slips out easily. He puts a hand in Nurseyâs curls and tugs a little. There is a loud pop when Nursey lets go of his cock and he tilts his head back a little and meets Dexâs eyes. His lips are swollen and red. Itâs a good look on him.
âIâm about to come.â Dexâs voice sounds really hoarse, like he is the one whoâs had a cock in his mouth.
âJust let go, Iâve got you,â Nursey says and puts his mouth back on his cock. It only takes a few more seconds of Nurseyâs sucking to make Dex feel a tightening in his balls. He grabs weakly at Nurseyâs hair before he comes, spilling down Nurseyâs throat. Nursey swallows him dry before he leans back and looks up at Dex with a dopey smile. Dex can no longer feel his legs, so he slides down to the floor. His eyelids suddenly feel too heavy and he has to close them.
âWow,â he manages to get out and he hears a chuckle from beside him.
âCome on, sleepyhead, letâs take a nap.â
With his eyes mostly closed, he can feel Nursey pulling him to his feet and helping him out of his clothes. When both of them are naked, they crawl into the bottom bunk of the bed. They situate themselves so that Nursey is spooning Dex. Suddenly Dex remembers that Nursey hasnât gotten off yet and his eyes pop open.
âNursey, do you want me to-â
âDonât worry about it. Nap first, then I expect something great later.â Dex can hear the smile in his voice. With the thought of exactly what heâs going to do to Nursey later on his mind he falls asleep.
#dexnursey#nurseydex#check please#omgcp#fic#abb writes#writing smut is difficult y'all#but hopefully it isn't too bad
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i know there's like a check please! lemon fics week or something going on in late august?? and i didn't think i was gonna write anything but i actually wrote a fic for a really good friend and it does have nurseydex smut in it and it'll be out in early september and i'm excited to post it so stay tuned for that lovelies :))
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get to know me tag game!
thank you so much to salty @stupidfatpenguin who tagged me !!!
rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don't reblog!
favorite color: greeeeeen, all shades between apple and emerald
currently reading: (re-reading) Freya Marske's "A Marvelous Light" and reading my dear isa's "Holy Bones" !
last song: "Had Enough" Lower Than Atlantis
last movie: dunkirk (god not easy viewing but what a cast)
last series: jack whitehall's travels w my father which is SO SO FUNNY
sweet, spicy, or savory: if I have to pick??? probably savory
coffee or tea: tea!! any tea but mint
three ships: okay okay bobadinluke (aHEM), bagginshield, nurseydex
first ever ship: oh my god I think it was either ..... and here I'm outing myself as a massive weeb .... sasudei or ruichi
currently working on: shall I list them alphabetically or chronologically....? the second chapter of life, the eighth chapter of somewhere, the third chapter of bees, the second chapter of sweet talk, the third chapter of torn asunder, a super fun lil smut piece for my beloved sarah, and a funky top secret wip with art my beloved! and at least three other lil concepts are ticking away in my head
favourite piece of clothing: my 80s les mis sweatshirt
comfort food: curry in every conceivable form and variety
favourite time of the year: springtime for all the storms and rain
fav fanfiction: okay okay you're getting a LIST whether you like it or not:
the harder the rain by my dear ismene_jane
danyboyy's upcoming fic that i have had the privilege of sneakpeeking
lost country by iridan
a little farther down the line by my lovey Chromat1cs
living after midnight by objectlesson
pragmatics by Derkish
tag urselfs babeys!
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finish big brutes and frappuccinos - i will fucking finish that story and everyone will be happy
finish pansyâs polish - it started out as one scene and now itâs a full blown story of how pansy met percy, while marcus makes out with oliver in the background and blaise crushes on neville. draco is also in the story being a little shit.
write more mcahughes - i have all these unfinished fics from prompts lying around and i intend to finish them and write more. also smut, seeing as iâm apparently the only one willing to write explicit things for a pg show???
attempt to write carraville - which i will probably fuck up horribly, because iâm terrified of writing a scouse accent and i could never be historically accurate
draw more - i started and i stopped again. i should start again. it was nice. very relaxing, 10/10, but my fingers also hurt from it?
interact more with people - i talk to, like two people on tumblr. i should be way better. like iâm part of all these fandoms but iâm not even friends with anybody??? does anyone want to talk to me? hello??? i like flintwood, mcahughes, carraville and nurseydex and basically any other sports-related ship.
stop lying awake at 4 am overthinking things - which is what iâm doing now hahaha *sobs*
anyway, thanks for the tag @sugareey-makes-stuff - not sure if i wanna tag people specifically (because i know no one), so if you see this on your dash, please do respond!!!
#fandom goals 2022#fic goals 2022#life goals 2022#i have no life#clearly#i may also be depressed#i just handed in an assignment and itâs complete gibberish#itâs all bullshit#letâs see if my professor even notices#ramblings#flintwood#nurseydex#carraville#mcahughes
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