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pedgito · 2 years

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𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐱 ·˚ ༘ 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: adventures in your shared obsessions of each other and your bodies—and eddie was insatiable when it came to you.

cw: 18+ (minors dni), oral fixation, hand kink, fingers in mouth/face squeezing, unprotected sex, oral (f&m receiving), deep-throating, slight pain kink, lots of dirty talk, multiple orgasms, it’s just straight filth i’m sorry. if i missed any tags lmk!

word count: 5k

Eddie’s always been aware of it—his constant need to keep his mouth busy, whether by talking or stuffing it full of food, it didn’t matter. If it wasn’t either of those, it was a cigarette or joint, occasionally his fingers, chewing idly at the skin—it was a nervous habit he picked up when he was younger and never really dropped, but the point is, Eddie always held most of his focus on his mouth. It didn’t take long for you to notice either.

He chewed at his straws like a menace, nibbled away at his pencils, left no survivors to the plastic lids of his water bottles that he always failed to actually throw away—you didn’t really mind though, you always cleaned up for him regardless, his mind too busy and wandering to focus on anything other than one thing at a time. It was like try to stop a train moving at the speed of light and there was no reason for you to cause that collision if you didn’t need to.

Eddie admits it often too, that it might be a problem—it’s followed him since he was a toddler, but has grown into something much more nuanced. He can control it, for the most part, but his idle hands and struggling focus need the assistance and it’s the only thing that helps.

But, there’s one thing that Eddie finds helping him more, when the itch becomes an undenying need.

It’s you—and your own guilty fixation.

Satiating your own guilty pleasure is just as good as helping himself, if not more, and he’s the one that figures it out initially.

It’s never your own hands, always his, mouth always begging to be filled, stretched, something to keep you occupied. And Eddie is undeniably innocent about it in the beginning, attempting to wipe the dust of the chips from his fingers, having dipped into your own bag despite his constant protesting of him not being hungry—and now he was going to wipe it all over his jeans, it drove you nuts.

“Gimme.” You order with a soft mumble, holding your palm out in a grabbing motion until Eddie gives in, laying his hand down, palm up. He’s not sure what he’s expecting, but it’s definitely not what you chose to do next, flipping his hand over carefully and picking the fingers apart one by one, laying the pad of his fingertips over your tongue—and you don’t make a big deal about, like you’re doing him a favor. Besides, it’s not like you haven’t already had worse inside of your mouth—though, you could argue that Eddie’s dick is far from the worst, it was arguably the best.

Either way, Eddie can’t help the twitch he feels in his dick at the sight, having to shift uncomfortably at the lunch table to avoid weird stares from his peers—not that they are paying any attention anyways.

It doesn't take long for you to realize that the only thing that helps your fix is Eddie’s hands, and in turn, it helps him too.

Occasionally it’s just pulling his hand until the back of it rests against your lips, pressing faint, gentle kisses into the skin—if you were cuddled up on his bed or sitting in the passenger seat of his van, you always had his hand in yours.

And Eddie loves kissing you—like, if there was a more expressive or forceful way to describe how much he enjoyed it, he wasn’t sure even that could measure it; though to Eddie’s fault, he didn’t have much to compare it all too, but it was still pretty fucking great.

Sometimes he’ll press his lips into your hair, that sweet vanilla scent of your shampoo invading his smell, or your ear, resting against the shell of it—but, that was usually reserved for the public, keeping his more lewd, dirty thoughts at bay.

When you were alone, it was all a completely different story.

It was rough, wild, and messy—it took a while to get into the rhythm of the things you enjoyed, but when it cliqued—it was like a light switching on and everything was intensified tenfold.

There were good days—the gentle ones, hours spent wrapped up in one another, thankful that his uncle Wayne worked such late nights. It wasn’t always about the sex either, just being in Eddie’s company, but it allowed for a small moment of calm in a relationship that was nothing but eclectic.

Then there were the unpredictable days, like tonight. It could’ve been either of you that set it off, but Eddie was particularly bothered. It could’ve been a number of things, none of them really important. All that mattered is that you were there, waiting, ready to be whatever he needed.

You make it back to his trailer before him—a late Friday night of Hellfire for himself, and you were too impatient. You ran into Wayne on the way in, which wasn’t nearly as surprising as it should be—he saw you often now and almost always had a plate set aside for dinner in case you were hungry, but it also meant that Eddie would surely eat that night, knowing his nephew was often too distracted to remember. There were nights when he would crash immediately, jumping into his bed without so much as a word or nod your way, just a kiss and a needy pull at you until you’re snug and tight at his side. He couldn’t always communicate what he needed, but you didn’t need him to, and it got easier over time.

He trodded in around midnight, not nearly as exhausted as you were expecting— “Got derailed again?” You ask amusingly, forcing him into the kitchen until he’s taking a seat on the counter, food being shoved forcefully into his already waiting hands. He smiles warmly, tapping you with foot until you’re squeezing between his legs, peering up at him with tired eyes.

“Yeah—“ He replies idly, shoveling the food into his mouth with a severe lack of grace and care, but it was endearing, “—Dustin can turn a thirty second turn into ten minutes if he wants to, I really need to reign that kid in sometimes.”

You huff a laugh, soft and barely audible.

He lifts the plate up that’s obstructing his view of you, peering from underneath the dishware, “Are you tired?” He asks with a small glint of hope, the glaze of something mischievous covering his features.

“Of course not.” You reply with a grin, pulling at the hem of his shirt as you stretch to the tip of your toes, pressing a quick kiss to the curve of his chin, “Are you?”

Eddie grins, mouth closed and tosses the plate off to the side.

“Fuck no,” He replies crudely, swiftly slipping himself off the counter and squeezing his hands underneath your thighs, baring your weight until he can settle your legs around his hips, pulling back to look at your giddy expression, “go wait in my room?”

Eddie knows when to be demanding—and you know he’s not really asking, but the playful tone excites you, a thrum of pleasure pulsing through your body.

“Don’t take too long.” You warn him softly, “Or I might change my mind.”

He knew you weren’t, but it was cute that you tried to play it as leverage. He leans forward, the biting kiss he gives you is a tell of how the night will probably play out—all fierce and teetering on that careful balance of pain.

And Eddie’s kind enough to carry you the short distance to his room, plopping you on his constantly unmade bed with a laugh, disappearing into his bathroom for a few minutes, water running through the silence of the trailer.

“Put a record on or something.” Eddie suggests through the wall as you scramble from the bed, sifting through his constantly growing collection of music.

“Because the soothing beats of Dio are such a mood setter.” You comment back snidely, flicking the record player on, letting whatever record he had in it already play lowly, the volume up high enough that it wasn’t dead silent—it did enough to drown out the chirping crickets and low buzz of the trailer park lights.

Eddie crowds around your back suddenly, pulling a startling squeal from your chest, hands gripping tight to your waist.

He hums a noise into the curve of your neck, “Look at me, sweetheart.” He asks softly, pulling back as quickly as your head turns, peering over your shoulder until he comes into view, eyes dark and piercing , still as wide as they always were—it made his gaze even more intimidating.

He sees the teasing, hopeful smile that pulls at your features.

“Open,” He instructs gently, the pad of his thumb rubbing at your chin, coaxing your lips wider and wider, his middle finger grazes over your bottom lip as it catches against your teeth—you see your opportunity, defying his order and clamping down over his finger gently, laughing softly as he stops dead, a sneaky smile pulling at his face, “—is that how tonight’s gonna be?”

You nod with giddy confidence and Eddie pulls his finger away suddenly, not much resistance on your end, but then he’s gripping your cheeks between his hand harshly, eyes tearing up in response—you couldn’t help but love the small tinges of pain it caused. Eddie always joked about you being a masochist, but you really couldn’t laugh—it was true.

“I can make it better,” You tease, speech muffled by the tight grip on your face, “I know what you need.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow in question, head tilting slightly. He can feel your curious fingers working at the hem of his jeans, yanking at his belt lazily.

“M’gonna get down on my knees,” You explain hotly, feel the grip on your face loosen and travel down slowly to the base of your neck, resting gently, “and suck your cock until you’re begging to come down my throat.”

Eddie wasn’t sure he had ascended to heaven just yet, but it was pretty damn close.

He allows you to lead him toward the edge of his bed, falling heavily into the mattress. He quickly forces off of his dirty Reeboks, watching as you settle onto the shag carpet, working at his pants with defined precision—it was so much easier now, like a routine. You yank at his jeans until he’s lifting his ass, letting you pull the pants the rest of the way down, his boxers joining soon after.

“That’s not fair,” He complains, fingers sifting through the hair at the crown of your head, “—already got my pants off and I haven’t even touched you how I want to.”

You take the bait, peering up at him between his widened legs, cocking resting against the base of his toned stomach, his shirt ridden up halfway.

“Fine—“ You respond with playful annoyance, lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor, your already bare breasts bouncing at the movement, “better?”

Eddie shakes his head like a nuisance, leaning forward with startling speed, head dipping down to mouth at the swell of your breasts, the soft bud of your nipple being pulled delicately between his teeth.

“Much better.” He comments against your skin, leaving a wet trail of open-mouthed kisses against the center of your chest until he reaches your mouth, pulling you in for another searing kiss that you have to force yourself to break away from—if you hadn’t, there’s no telling how quickly this would be over.

“My turn?” You ask hopefully, his hand reaching over his shaft and under his balls, palming at himself openly, watching your eyes drag from there to his face, smugness evident in his face. He nods slightly, letting you knock his hand away with ease.

You’re far too impatient to waste more time, eagerly mouthing at his heavy sack, tight from how easily you riled him up. You weren’t going for longevity or intimacy, you wanted the intensity that came with Eddie, how quickly he could throw over the control to you and let you take hold.

You lick a long stripe up the line of his cock, tongue flat against the thick vein the followed the underside of his shaft until you’re mouth closed around the tip, your lips pink and wet and downright sinful as you glanced up at him, his own lips parted in desperation. His hand rested gently against the crown of your head, not guiding or forceful—he just wanted a reason to touch you, not that he needed it.

“God, you look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He comments, finger tracing along the side of your mouth, cheeks hollowed out. He wants you to move, wants to feel it as you go, taking him deeper and deeper—so you do. The hand that’s not resting against your hair forms around the underside of your jaw, fingers pressing gently against your cheeks, “Can you take more?”

You nod gently, nostrils flaring slightly as you force yourself to breathe, letting Eddie guide himself into your mouth until he budges against the back of your throat, holding until you can’t anymore, pulling back with a forceful gasp, eyes watering from the pressure. Eddie looks concerned for a half-second before you break out into a short fit of laughter, quickly taking him back into your mouth, hands forcing his shirt higher up his chest until he gets the idea, blindly tossing the material into the corner of his room, palms resting behind him as he watched, admired, tried desperately to memorize and catalogue every last moment of your mouth around him.

“Look at you,” He coos, “I know you love my hands in your mouth but you should see yourself right now,” His hand returns to the back of your head, cradling softly as he adds a small amount of pressure, quickening your pace as you forced his cock deeper into your mouth, pressing testingly against the back of your throat, “fuck—can I—“

You nod furiously, not even bothering to let him finish the sentence. He scoots ungraciously closer to the end of the bed, giving him a better angle to grasp your face, angling his hips slightly to rock his hips back into your mouth, trying your best to relax yourself as he moved himself deeper, feeling the muscles of your throat as you swallowed involuntary— a wet, hot blanket of pressure over his aching cock. He groans loudly, eyes downturned and hazy as he watches you, desperately at work trying to bring him to the edge—he was already there.

“Fuck—gonna come, sweetheart.” He warns, both hands twisting into your hair gently, angling your face up until he can watch himself disappear into your mouth with ease, eyes never leaving his own, only going blurry when he thrusts a little too rough, but it doesn’t matter once he falls apart, letting out a strangled moan as he comes down your throat, the hot and sticky strings coating your mouth in waves, his cock pulsing against your tongue as he rides it out.

He pulls your face away gingerly, fingers massaging at the hinge of your jaw as he pulls you toward him without question. He can feel your throat flex as you swallow his come, a sheepish smile pulling at your face. Eddie has no shame, eagerly pulling your mouth to his, tongue slipping past your bottom lip and into your mouth, the heady taste of him mingling with the taste of cigarettes; all encompassing and him. You moaned softly, keening into the gentle touch of his hands as they tightened around your throat.

“You’re unreal.” He comments in awe, grin pulling at his face as he pulls you up and over his lap, a violent reminder of how you still had on far too many clothes. “I’m gonna need a minute though.”

“Well,” You sing, fingers grazing over the outline of his lips, “I know what you can do to keep your mouth occupied—“

“What?” Eddie asks with mock offense, “Are you trying to silence me? Me? You’re really trying to silence Eddie The Banished—“

“Eddie.” You drag out with frustration, leaning back far enough in Eddie’s hold that he has to grab you tighter to keep you from falling, he squeezes, fingers digging into your side playfully.

“Get your ass on the bed,” He growls into the the underside of your jaw, ducking his head down swiftly to mouth at the concave of your chest, fingers still relentless in their attack to tickle you—a quick escape is made to put you out of your misery, nearly knocking him over in the process until you’re laid out on the bed, leaning up on your elbows as Eddie turns to you, his cock hanging heavy and thick between his thighs, the pale of his skin against ink black tattoos, it was a beautiful sight, “—see something you like?”

“Something,” Your voice replies airily, “someone.”

Eddie chuckles at that, roughly pulling at your loose sweatpants, pulling them down with ease—no panties either.

“Oh, you’re such a fucking deviant.” Eddie tells you, tossing the pants to the floor and relaxing on his stomach between your legs. “You take a shower at my house—get dressed in my clothes and you wait for me? You really want me to fuck you that bad?”

You nod sheepishly, watching with excitement as he pulls your legs further apart, fingers dancing along the skin carefully, around your ankle and up your leg, squeezing at the squishy flesh of your thigh, “Don’t act like you don’t want it just as bad.”

Eddie perks up at that, the bratty, condescending tone to your voice. He bites at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh with care, only enough pressure to make you jump, but it’s a warning. “Gonna let me have you how I want?” Eddie asks redundantly, “Because I have no problem fucking you until you can’t speak—not that I can just shove my fingers in your mouth and get the job done that way—“

Your pussy clenches at the thought, something Eddie noticed with rapt attention, smirk pulling at his features.

“Yeah—you’d like that. So fucking needy that I can shove my fingers in your mouth and you’ll be begging for me to stuff my cock inside you,” His ringed middle finger glides through your cunt, through your folds as the milky wetness gathers over his finger, stopping just over the sensitive bundle of nerves that pleaded and begged to be touched, but he pulls his finger away, slipping it into his own mouth, tasting with a look that has his eyes falling shut, breathing through his nose heavily.

“Tastes so fuckin’ sweet too,” He brags, shoving the fallen hair out of his face to look at you, “wanna taste?”

You’re not compelled to say no, so you nod—it was your own body, after all. Eddie grins salaciously, dipping his finger inside you this time with a quiet shush at your sudden gasp, quirking his finger teasingly. He pulls the finger away just as quickly, glistening with slick as he brings it to your mouth, pushing it past your waiting lips, barely any resistance as the heat of your mouth closes around his finger, dragging along your tongue until his ring bumps against your now closed lips.

“Shit,” He curses, eyes dilating at the sigh, honey irises now nearly black, “you’re a dream, you know that?”

You pull your mouth away with a noisy smack, “So I’ve been told.” You reply with a coyish grin, guiding his hand down to your throbbing cunt, awaiting the same desperately needed attention as him. “I hate to be a buzzkill, but if you don’t get to work—we’re gonna skip straight to the next step and I really don’t want to miss out.”

Eddie snorts with endearment, “Of course—sorry, princess.” He responds snarkily, knowing how much you hated the word.

You yank at his hair, earning a soft grunt as he buried as his face into your cunt fully—there was no gradual build up or teasing licks, his tongue flattening against you and gliding up the seam of your cunt in one fluid motion before his mouth was closing over your clit, working diligently and furiously—it was almost too much.

“Finally,” You sigh out, “—of everything you like to stick in your mouth, I didn’t think this is what would work the easiest.”

“Oh, I did.” He admits guilty, take a short break to sneak in the snide comment, “I’m a simple man—and this pussy is just—“

“Okay, okay.” You reply impatiently, bumping the side of his head with your thigh, urging him to continue, “less talking, please.”

Eddie has a way of ravishing you to the point of breathlessness, face heating up at the ungodly noises your arousal made when mixed with his mouth, his fingers joining in greedily, sinking inside you with ease, fitting perfectly, like they were right where they should be.

Your fist tightens his curls as the feeling builds, stomach tightening at the intense coil of pleasure at the base of your abdomen, you whine softly, legs shaking in anguish.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks hopefully, “Baby, you’re shaking—“

You nod desperately, urging him to keep going, blunt nails scratch at his back, “Eddie, please.” You beg for no reason in particular, but Eddie adores the way his name falls from your tongue like this, desperate for release—so he gives it to you without questions, pulling you right to the brink with his mouth against your clit, tongue working over the sensitive bundle of nerves until you’re moaning out, a harsh gasp ripped from your chest as you curl forward, hips involuntarily rocking through your orgasm that Eddie guides you through.

“I—“ You try to speak, feeling loss for words and gasping for air, chest heaving quickly, “—fuck, I can’t even think.”

Eddie laughs softly, adjusting his way up your body until he’s settled over you, arms encircling your waist and covering you in warmth, the sharp coldness of his bracelet shocking you back to reality.

“Are you calling it quits already?” Eddie asks petulantly, bottom lip forming into a subtle pout. You smile tiredly, raising your hand to drag along the faint stubble of his chin—he’d gone a few days without shaving and it was barely noticeable unless you were this close, invading his space.

“No,” You say wearily, Eddie senses your uncertainty and bursts into a fit of laughter, pulling back until he can lift you up and into his lap, supporting the majority of your weight, “—maybe, I don’t know?”

Eddie chews at his bottom lip in thought, a horrible habit that’s caused one too many bloody lips—you tap at his face lightly, pulling him out of his deep trance of thinking, giving him a soft look of warning.

“Sorry,” He replies earnestly, “—was thinkin’.”

“About?” You press, voice tipping up an octave.

You drag your thumb along his bottom lip, letting him pull the finger between his teeth gently, eyes boring into your own with intensity.

“You trust me?” He mumbled around your thumb, earning a jerky nod from you in response. “Good.”

And like that, Eddie’s flipping to his back, settling you over his lap with ease, “Not like that.” He instructs, making a motion with his fingers for you to turn the other way. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion but you listen anyways, turning until your thighs are spread out over his lap, “yeah—fuck, that’s—“

Eddie’s at a loss for words, for once.

“Don’t give up on me now.” You tease, pulling at his hands until they’re settling over the base of his own cock, allowing him to guide himself to your cunt, sliding and to the hilt in one gentle motion, his hand grasping back at your hip to keep you steady as you fall forward, mouth hung open in a groan as your fingers gripped the sheets between his legs. The angle was better, deeper, you couldn’t even fully describe it, but you could tell Eddie was affected just the same, doing the soft laugh he does when he’s overwhelmed with pleasure, elated and happy.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie sighs, hands squeezing at the dips in your hips, “this view is—fuckin’ amazing.”

“Eddie, it’s so—“

“Deep,” He answers with a strained chuckle, “trust me—I know.”

“Come on, baby.” He urges, assisting in the slow lift of your hips, the first slam of your ass back against his groin pulling a deep guttural groan out of both of you.

Your legs are weak, still recovering from the intensity of your orgasm, the muscles twitching in protest as you bounced over Eddie’s lap, his dick disappearing inside of you as he watched on in awe, until he notices the muscles of your back contracting, palms pressed out in front of you as you struggled to keep upright.

It was a losing battle.

Eddie quickly sits up, adjusting himself until your back is pressed against his chest, arms wrapping around your stomach, he leans down to mouth at your back, whispering hot-breathed words of adoration into your skin and something closer to “Baby, baby—“ over and over again until it all blurs together, a similar tone to your desperate plea of his name, not entirely sure what you’re asking for.

“Look at me,” He asks breathlessly, hand reaching around to pull at your face, bringing your tired eyes to his gaze, lips parted slightly, “feels good, yeah?”

You nod slowly, his thumb heavy against your lip, parting further without question. Eddie can see the question in your eyes, he doesn’t need you to say it.

“You sure?” He asks.

You nod furiously, eyes squeezing shut on a rough thrust of his hips, his ring and middle finger slipping over the flat of your tongue, cold metal knocking against your teeth gently.

“Suck, sweetheart,” He encourages, the flat of his palm pressing against your stomach, his hips snapping into you from below, moans strangled out by his fingers.

“All it takes is my fingers, huh?” Eddie asks teasingly, “Is it that simple?”

You don’t answer, the inability made by Eddie’s fingers pressing further against your tongue, before pulling out and pressing the spit slick fingers to your core, the slide over your aching clit has you gripping to his forearms, letting Eddie take hold and pulling you to your second orgasm that night, the hand that’s pressed firmly against your stomach reaching up to grab you shoulder to keep you steady.

Eddie widens his thighs slightly, the stretch pulling at your already aching muscles, “Eddie, it’s too much.” You tell him, “I can’t—“

“You can,” He soothes, using every last ounce of energy he has to keep you upright, his steady pace falling off, more unpredictable as he nears his own end, “M’almost there, sweetheart.”

“Fuck,” You whine, Eddie’s fingers insistent as he circles your clit, determined to bring you over the edge with him, “I’m gonna—“

Eddie feels you tense around his cock, mouth falling open wordlessly as you come, letting him keep you pressed against him, tipping over the edge just as quick, the tightness of your cunt around him too overwhelming in the moment and he swears he nearly backs out.

It takes a moment for you two to come down, breath mingling together as Eddie slipped out of you, carefully adjusting your strained thighs until you could sit on the bed comfortably, his fingers brushing away a few wild strands of hair from your face, smiling through his own mused hair, bangs obscuring his eyes slightly.

You’re not even totally conscious again until you hear the familiar flick of Eddie’s lighter and the tinge of smoke invading your senses, cigarette placed between his lips.

You look at him with a subtle glance of scrutiny, admiring his unashamed nakedness, leaning back on his mattress in full glory, plucking at the cigarette with his thumb and forefinger, offering it up to you.

“No,” You reply softly, pressing up on shaky legs to climb over him—Eddie grips at your wrist instantly, eyes turned up in question, “—bathroom, hot shot.”

“Do you need help?” Eddie asks softly, rubbing at the tender spot on the inside of your wrist.

“I think I can manage.” You tell him, pulling at his grasp until you can lean over him, pressing your lips against his tenderly, the soft bellow of smoke pouring into your own mouth.

Eddie chuckles softly, tracing his pointer finger over your lips slowly, a smile pulling at your face.

“God, I fuckin’ love you.” He says warmly, finger pressing under your chin to tilt your face up to look at him. “You have no idea.”

You hum softly in response, “I beg to differ.”

Because you knew that feeling was shared—and just as intensely as you felt it, you knew he did too.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #my writing #1kfic

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ellethespaceunicorn · 8 months

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Something Old, Something New

Title: Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Fandom: The 355

Word Count: 9.5K (whoopsie)

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Warnings: infidelity, divorce, recreational drug use (marijuana), drinking, mutual pining, pet names (Gumdrop, baby), praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected p-in-v sex, mention of bodily fluids (creampie), public sex, if I forgot anything please tell me

A/N1: My tiles for @thebasementspouses VOTM Nick Fowler BINGO were: divorced, best friend’s brother, writer’s choice(prompt #802 from @creativepromptsforwriting), drunken confession, public sex. BINGO card at end of story.

A/N2: I have been working on this story for weeks and I really hope I have done the Nick Fowler fandom justice. It's my first time, and hopefully not the last time, writing for Nick. I thoroughly enjoyed writing him. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

My Masterlist

Three Months Ago

The cardstock was rigid in your hands, the envelope discarded seconds ago. The confetti in the envelope litters around your Chucks as you bring your attention to the words embossed upon the invitation. You had been waiting for this day ever since you received the Save the Date announcement.

You ran your finger over the pretty lettering, its raised borders were a nice tactile touch. The peaceful pink, whispered white, and mellow merlot of the flowers against a hint of golden accents was a beautiful choice. Not too feminine, nor too masculine.

Turning the invitation over, you found more information.

‘Accommodations will be completely covered for your 8-night stay at The Ocracoke Harbor Inn by the family of the Bride. You will be staying in the fully-furnished Treasure Chest Cottage. Amenities include full-service linens, complimentary wireless Internet, and guest boat docking. Guests have access to a sound-side beach. Password for WI-FI given upon check-in. Nonsmoking, no pets.’

Leave it to the Fowlers to go nuts and rent out the entire inn for their only daughter’s wedding, you thought to yourself. You were not surprised at all, growing up as a rich girl’s best friend had its perks.

As if on cue, your phone started to play the opening notes of Losing You by Solange to signal an incoming call. Pulling your phone out, you smiled seeing Deanne’s name. You clicked Accept and raised the phone to your ear.

“Hello to the future Mrs. Alexander!” Your cheery demeanor not letting on how jealous you were of your friend’s impending nuptials.

Euphonious laughter rings through the earpiece and you can’t help but join in.

“Girl, can you believe it? I am about to tie the knot, be off the market, and settle down. I’m only 12% nervous about everything so I’m doing great,” she snorted, and suddenly you were a bit less jealous if this kind of anxiety is what she had to deal with, “Anyway, um, I was giving you a call because I wanted to ask if you got your invitation and I also wanted to see if I could save myself time in waiting for your R.S.V.P. and bug and pester you until you agree to let my parents pay for you to come spend a week with us and come to my wedding and–”

“Deanne! Stop with the run-on sentence, doll. Did you think I was gonna pass up this opportunity? God, I love that you chose Ocracoke as your wedding destination. So many vacations were spent getting into all kinds of trouble,” you recalled, images of splashing in the water as kids and lounging on the beach as teens replayed in your mind.

“Yeah. Hey, when we were little girls planning our dream weddings, I was serious when I said I wanted it on the beach on Ocracoke Island. But not in the summer because of bugs and heat, but in the winter so we get that beautiful off-season fresh air,” Deanne mused.

“Dee, it’s gonna be gorgeous. I cannot wait to see you in your stunning dress walking down that aisle. Just know that since I am your oldest friend, you pretty much owe me the bouquet,” you laughed, only half-joking.

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s already yours,” she bantered, clearing her throat before speaking again, “So, I also called because I wanted to vent a little, if that’s okay?”

“It’s always okay. You doing alright?” you asked, now worried that your friend was in trouble.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. I have an update on Nick and Tori, though,” she paused, allowing your mind to wander.

The mention of your first crush’s name sent a shiver down your back. Many a moment had been wasted thinking about his pretty smile and grayish-blue eyes. You’d liked Nick before you knew you even liked boys. He was the heartthrob that trumped every teen dream of every other girl in America’s heart. In your mind, he was the closest to perfect you could imagine.

You responded, “Oh?”

“So, their divorce is finalized. My big brother is officially a divorcé. I would have thought that a man who was with someone for so long might be partying it up right now. But he says he’s focusing on work and, I don’t know. I just want him to be happy. And like, he’s getting divorced as I’m getting married and it feels so weird. It doesn’t seem fair,” she lamented.

“Dee, come on. You know Nicky wouldn’t want you to think like that. He loves you. You’re his favorite sibling,” you jested, trying to lighten the mood.

“Ha ha. I’m his only sibling. I better be his favorite,” Dee chuckled, happy to be distracted, “So that brings me to you, Miss Missy. Last I heard, you were dating some engineer guy? Do I get to meet him soon?”

You inwardly cringed, hopes dashed of being able to avoid the topic of your relationship status. Things with Curtis kind of fizzled out when you found his tongue down an intern’s throat. You had been bringing him dinner since he’d complained about the late nights at the office.

Turns out he was hungry for more than your baked ziti.

You explained all this to Dee, remembering the look on Curtis’ face when you poured the prepared food into his lap. He was so shook, it was beautiful.

“I didn’t want to waste all that food but he looked wonderful with my pasta all over his shirt and pants. He honestly deserved it. It was his favorite shirt too. I hope those stains never come out,” you huffed, feeling like you were right back in that office again.

“I have never been so proud of you. I wish I could put hot sauce in his underwear for hurting my girl. I’m sure if I just had a few minutes, I could come up with something more diabolical than that. But it’s what I have at a moment’s notice,” she retorted.

One thing you could always count on Dee for? Getting angry for you and using her beautiful and educated mind to come up with some way to make the person who slighted you pay for their misdeeds. It was both adorable and super embarrassing to have her tiny frame looking up into some bully’s face pointing her finger at them.

“Well, I appreciate your offer, but he is so not worth the energy. You have much better things to think about, like your wedding day. This is your cue to stop worrying about me, Dee,” you advised, a stern tone coloring your words.

“Fine, I will stop worrying about you out loud. You got it, girl. Anyway, I won’t hold you. Talk soon, ok? I miss you,” she said, and you could envision her getting bleary-eyed.

“I miss you too, Dee. We’ll get together soon, I promise,” you sighed, feeling guilty for letting your friendship dwindle over the years.

“I’ll hold you to it. Bye, babe,” she hummed.

“Bye.” You hang up the phone and close your eyes. Visions of what Dee will look like in her wedding dress cloud your thoughts. Little snippets of grayish-blue eyes and dark brown hair seep in and you can almost hear his laugh again. You open your eyes, blinking away the mental images that brought you joy for a moment.

‘This is fine,’ you thought to yourself. Yeah, totally. You’re only going to see your best friend from childhood get married, effectively ending your childhood with a pretty bow on top. You also were only going to be with the biggest crush you ever had for like, an entire week.

And he’s single.

And probably needy.

And...you had better get your jaw up off the floor if you were going to get anything done.

Three months is enough time to get your brain, your body, and your emotions in check before you make a fool out of yourself in front of your second family.

Right?

January 20th, 2024 – Day One

Standing on the deck of the Hatteras Ferry, you watch as Ocracoke Island comes into view. The sun is at its highest and you are thankful for your sunglasses shielding the the bright sunlight bouncing off the crystal clear waters. You can taste the salty air and you are instantly transported to memories of running around the decks of this ferry with Deanne and Nick while your mothers tried in vain to wrangle you all.

The island comes into view and you search the docks for a familiar face. Dee promised to meet you at the docks, but when you approach them she is nowhere to be found. You pull your luggage behind you as your shoulder bag decides to slide off.

Before it can hit the ground, it’s caught by the strap by a strong hand at the same time you reach out to grab it. You thank the kind stranger as you both stand to your full height and you are face-to-face with a grown-ass Nicholas Fowler. He says something and you don’t hear hide nor hair of what the hell he just said, you look at him and break into a smile and he chuckles and speaks again.

“I hope you don’t mind Dee got me to pick you up. She had some wedding stuff to do. I wasn’t listening,” he explains, adjusting his sunglasses and putting your bag on his shoulder. He gestures over to his black Lamborghini Urus.

Once you walk over, he puts your shoulder bag in the back seat. You step closer to him to hand him your rolling luggage. You are mesmerized as his strong forearms flex when he puts everything in the SUV.

You clear your throat and look around when he looks back at you, catching you watching him. He closes the back door and guides you to the passenger side, opening your door for you.

“Oh, you’re a full-service driver today, huh?” you joke, stepping past him. Your platform espadrilles clacking on the asphalt. Adjusting your strapless sundress, you climb in.

“Whatever service you require, Gumdrop,” he replies with a smile, making sure you are comfortable before closing your door.

That fucking nickname… He would call you gumdrop instead of your name more often than not. That’s all, he didn’t mean anything by it, right?

When you are both buckled in, you start the drive across the island. Comfortable conversation is easy between you two. It’s like you fall back into a safe space with him. You talk about old vacations, funny moments, and what you both are up to these days. Neither of you mentions either of your failed relationships and you can’t keep the smile off of your face.

“Hey, we still have an hour until check-in. You wanna grab a bite or go to the beach or something?” he suggests.

“Are you sure they’re not waiting for us?” you counter, wondering if it’s a good idea to have a little moment with Nick all to yourself.

“I’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission. No pressure, just a suggestion,” he presses, taking a second to look over at you and smile that smile that has had you in a chokehold most of your life.

After thinking about it for all of five seconds, you agree to have lunch at Plum Pointe Kitchen. You enjoy a generous helping of Drunken Chicken nachos while Nick gets the VooDoo Shrimp PO’Boy. You share half of your meal, and Nick refuses to let you pay for anything.

Making your way to the Ocracoke Harbor Inn after lunch, you finally meet up with everyone. Dee is in mid-conversation with someone when she sees you and Nick pull up into the parking lot. She walks over to you and pulls you into a very tight embrace. It’s like everything was chaos before you got here.

“Oh my goodness, I am so glad you are here. How was the trip? Did you eat? Did Nick bore you? I’m sorry that I couldn’t come and meet you, but we had a little mishap with the reservation for the hotel and then I thought I left my wedding dress at home, and then we–”

You cut off Dee before she can work herself into a frenzy again, “Dee! Breathe. You’re gonna be fine, I promise. And is that Matthew? Introduce me already, would you?” you encourage, trying to get your friend’s mind off of the previous debacle and onto the man walking over.

Dee introduces you to Matthew and he charms you with the way he dotes on Dee. He seems like the type to be able to handle her rambling and intense emotions. How he looks at her while she speaks makes you miss having someone look at you like that.

“Well, it’s just about 3 o’clock now. Let’s get checked in and settled, then we can get together later?” Matthew chimes in.

“Sounds good,” Nick agrees, turning to you, “Go ahead and leave your stuff in my car. I’ll take you to your cottage after we are all checked in.” You nod, trying to hide your excitement.

Once you are done with the receptionist, you get your key and the wifi password to your cottage. While waiting for everyone else to get done, you fiddle on your phone until Nick’s shadow looms over you. Looking up, you are greeted with his eyes no longer shielded by his sunglasses in the dim lobby.

“You ready, Gumdrop? We still have some time before Mom and Dad show up. And I think I remember Dee saying she would call when she was ready to go out,” he concludes, putting his hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was nervous about something. But you don’t push.

“All set,” you say, smiling up at him feeling bold enough to wrap your arm around his while you walk out of the lobby.

Dee shouts after you to behave yourselves and tense up a bit while Nick chuckles, seemingly amused by his sister’s thinly veiled comment on two single adults being close. Damn them.

Nick opens the passenger side door for you again, closing it once you are safely inside. He drives to the Margaritaville Cottage where he will stay with his parents during the trip. He instructs you to stay in the car while he just drops his bags off and is back outside in a few minutes.

The next stop is your cottage, called the Treasure Chest. You snicker at the name, thinking it sounded more like a pirate-themed strip joint. When Nick asks what you’re laughing about, you tell him your thoughts on the name of where you are staying. The slow smile that spreads on his face makes you involuntarily clench your thighs, wondering what his days-old stubble would feel like between your legs.

He tilts his head just slightly at you, then turns back to the road, smile still intact. Luckily the drive is short as the cottages are fairly close to one another. Nick parks in the driveway and you both get out and stretch your legs. He comes around and grabs your shoulder bag and luggage, motioning for you to lead the way.

Walking up the steps to the door, you unlock it and are welcomed by the scent of fresh linen. The central air of the cottage is just this side of perfect and you drop your purse on the dining room table. Turning around, you see Nick walking into a room off of the living room.

“Holy shit, you got a King-sized bed,” he shouts from the bedroom.

Walking in, you sit at the foot of the bed next to Nick and start to untie your shoes. He follows suit and turns to you biting his lip, a question at the tip of his tongue.

Facing him, you ask, “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“No. I, uh...I’m surprised you haven’t asked yet,” he notes. At your confusion, he holds up his left ring finger. A band of untanned skin around the base clues you in that he’s talking about his divorce.

“Nicky, I would never make you talk about it. It can’t be easy in that situation. I mean, I only broke up with Curtis a few months ago and we were only together for six months. I couldn’t imagine how a divorce feels after how long you and Tori were together,” you insist, placing a hand on his knee.

He covers your hand with his and nods. “Mom and Dad are pretty good about it. They don’t ask me how I’m doing with that sad look in their eyes anymore. But Dee? Jesus, when I told her about the incident, she was out for blood. I had to end up calming her down. All because someone broke her big bro’s heart. Love her, but she can get a little carried away,” he finishes.

“This is not to make you feel like you need to share, but you mentioned “the incident” and now I’m curious. Feel free to tell me to shut the fuck up. But I caught Curtis with his tongue down another woman’s throat. I don’t know for sure how long it had been going on or if they had done anything else together, but I knew at that moment that I was done. I am worth more than that. And so are you, Nicky,” you encourage, feeling a bit of weight lift off your shoulders after finally talking about your breakup.

“My situation was similar. Tori had been cheating on me for the last two years of our marriage with her boss. I had a feeling something was up, just didn’t want to believe it was something like this,” he reveals, continuing, “But I am moving on, so to speak. I’m not holding out anymore for her to come crawling back to me with a sad story and all that. Even though I hope that she falls in a sinkhole.”

You both laugh and continue talking, taking your minds off of your breakups. You reminisce about all of the times you’ve stayed on the island during vacations. You giggle over dumb stories of you all as teens in high school, hiding weed from your parents and drinking on the beach til it was time to sneak back into the hotel.

You get an idea and you tell Nick to give you a minute before you go back into the living room to retrieve your purse. Coming back into the bedroom, you pull out a vape pen and wiggle it in front of Nick’s face, a devilish smirk on your lips.

“We’ll just take one hit each and we will be fine. Just a bit more mellow,” you offer, pulling him to the balcony off of the living room. You each occupy a wicker chair and you hand over the device.

“Gumdrop, you little devil,” he takes the pen from you and inhales, closing his eyes and holding the smoke in his lungs before letting it out. The smoke dissipates quickly and you can see the weight lift off of his shoulders. Handing it back to you, he exhales loudly and leans back in his chair.

Putting the tip in your mouth, you hit the button and inhale. Warm vapor fills you and you release the button, holding in the smoke for a beat and then letting it out toward the sky. You put the pen down on the table between you and fold your legs under you, letting your dress cascade down.

Sitting in companionable silence with Nick feels great. Neither of you feels the need to talk while you listen to the sounds of nature around you. People walking around the cottages, cars driving by, and the distant waves from Pamlico Sound make you wish you had gone to the beach earlier.

“Fuck, that was only one hit and I feel like my bones are made of jelly,” you remark, swaying to a song that isn’t playing with your eyes closed.

Nick looks over to you and smiles, “Must be jelly ‘cause jam don’t shake like that.”

You open your eyes and turn to him, your mouth twitches before you break out into uncontrollable laughter. Nick soon follows and you both are taken over by the giggles. You settle down soon enough, still feeling the buzzing calmness of being high.

“The world needs more people like you,” you beam.

“Nah, I like being unique,” he replies, his phone chiming. Picking up a video call from Dee, “Hey Sis.”

“Hey, me and Matt were gonna go for dinner and drinks, you in?” she asks.

“Yeah, that sounds...good,” Nick answers for himself while looking at you to get your answer.

“Ok, well get ready and meet us at Oyster Company. And tell my best friend that she is coming, no ifs, ands, or buts. See you both soon!” With that, she ends the call.

“So...our decision has been made for us. Do you need to change or anything?” Nick wonders, gesturing to your traveling attire.

“If I take this dress off, I am not going out. Besides, I like this dress. I think I look positively adorable. But I will change my shoes to something more comfortable,” you finish before Nick can comment on how he also likes your dress. You pick up the vape pen, make your way back to your luggage, and pull out some flat sandals.

Once you are ready, you make your way back outside and are surprised to see Dee and Matt parked on the street outside of your cottage. “We decided to pick you up. Matt is DD tonight, so we can all get a little loosey-goosey. Plus, I can always tell when Nick is high, so get in losers!”

Nick snorts, and you are mortified to be found out, but you quickly get over it once you are in the backseat of Matt’s Audi Q4. The short ride to the restaurant was spent with Nick’s left leg brushing against your right leg. He was either manspreading or he wanted to touch you and wanted to keep it under the radar.

Either way, you were excited to feel his warmth next to you.

When you make it to the restaurant, you sit at a high table and it almost feels like a double date. Especially when your waitress congratulates Dee and Matt on their wedding while remarking that you and Nick make a cute couple as well. Your face warms up and you suddenly feel like every eye is on you.

Nick comes to your rescue, answering the waitress with a smile, “My girl’s a bit shy, is all. Can we get a pitcher of beer for the table to start? And also two shots of Crown Royal Vanilla for me and the little lady. Thanks.”

If it was possible, you would have melted through the floor and evaporated, but instead, you just hide behind the menu until Nick pokes his head in.

“That wasn’t to embarrass you, I swear. But I got nervous that she was gonna try and flirt with me, so I dragged you under the proverbial bus with me,” he admits, his lopsided smile only making you want him more.

“Fine. You’ll just have to make it up to me,” you warn, a devious grin appearing on your face.

You put down your menu just as the waitress comes back with the drinks. Taking both shots, you hand one to Nick. Staring in each other’s eyes, you clink your shot glasses and then tap them on the table before taking the shot. The sweet burn of the liquor warms you from within while Nick’s eyes on you melt whatever nerves you had previously.

A cleared throat breaks your trance, your focus changing from Nick to Dee.

“I talked to Mom and Dad and they won’t get here ‘til Friday afternoon with the rest of the guests. Dad said he had a few things to take care of and not to worry. Of course, I worry tenfold because he told me not to,” Dee interjects, busying herself with pouring beer into her frosted glass.

“Baby, they’ll be here as soon as they can. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about anything,” Matt insists, moving a strand of hair away from Dee’s face before kissing her.

“Promise to keep me occupied?” she requests, a sinful smile on her face.

“I do,” he jokes, clearly proud of himself for making his fiancée blush.

“First of all, how dare you? Secondly, that was almost too cute so watch yourself,” she laughs.

You roll your eyes at the happy couple and smile, going back to looking over the menu. The waitress comes back to the table and takes your orders. Over the meal, you get to know Matt a bit more and you can see how Dee fell in love with him. He’s intelligent, funny, and charismatic. The way he talks about and to her makes you so happy to know your friend found love.

When they turn to talk to each other, you and Nick spark up a conversation about work. He tells you what he can about working for the government, keeping the specific details to himself. You regale him with stories of your time as a freelance writer. You’ve written for dozens of publications, but you just want to get your original works out there for people to enjoy.

After mentioning a few pieces you wrote for GQ, Nick expressed interest in reading your articles. You try and downplay your skills, but he presses you for the links. Taking out your phone, you realize that you don’t have his number.

While you exchange digits with Nick, you are too busy to notice Dee casting a sidelong glance and smiling to herself. You ramble on as you send him link after link of some of your favorites. With your face in your phone, you don’t notice the way Nick looks at you with a mix of pride and hunger.

“Well, I am ready to call it a night,” Dee yawns, getting everyone’s attention, “But I could use a nightcap. Who’s up for a trip to the ABC Store? We can make it before they close.”

Everyone agrees and after the check is paid, you all pile into Matt’s SUV for the quick drive to the liquor store. You browse the aisles for a bit by yourself. Filling up your basket with a bottle of wine, some whiskey, and a six-pack of hard seltzers, you surmise that this will sustain you for the week ahead and go in search of the others.

You find Nick in front of the beer cooler, hard at work trying to decide between a 12-pack of Sam Adams’ Cold Snap and Harpoon’s Long Thaw. You suggest he get both and he agrees.

Meeting Dee and Matt up at the front of the store, you stand next to Nick in line and he laughs at the contents of your shopping basket. He puts his beer up for the cashier to scan and has you do the same, paying for your items.

A little piece of you feels taken care of and you thank him while continuing to tell him he doesn’t have to. He just shushes you and says you can make it up to him later. Before your mind can think about what that might entail, the sale is rung and bagged. Nick picks up the beer and you grab the bag of your things.

Nick asks Matt to just drop him off at your cottage since he left his car there. His cottage is literally next door, but you’re not exactly gonna deny yourself the company. Dee and Matt drive away and you turn back to Nick. You both laugh nervously and you surprise yourself by speaking up.

“So, um. I was gonna have a weed and whiskey moment to myself, but I’d be willing to share if you’re interested,” you hint, watching as he weighs his options.

“Lead the way, Gumdrop,” he replies.

He follows you in, closing the door behind him. He puts his beer into the fridge along with your hard seltzer. You put the wine on the counter and take out the whiskey while Nick finds two short glasses in the cabinet. Pouring a generous amount in each one, he offers you a drink and you take a sip of the amber liquid.

Letting the whiskey sit in your mouth, you savor the hints of vanilla and spice. You reach in your purse for your vape pen and take a hit of it before offering it to Nick. Taking a long pull off of the pen, he exhales and you watch as his shoulders relax. You both take another sip of whiskey and revel in the dual flavors of the weed and whiskey.

You take your glass and the bottle, moving onto the patio off of the living room, and sit down in one of the wicker chairs while Nick takes the other. The conversation comes easily enough. Mostly high thoughts and random memories come to mind. After a while, you put on some music and when 6 Underground by Sneaker Pimps comes on, you can’t help but dance in your chair.

Nick stares while you close your eyes and move your hands to the trip-hop classic. You spend the entire song moving to the downtempo beat and enjoying your crossfade. The trance you were under slowly dissipates as the song ends and Pendulum by FKA Twigs starts.

When you open your eyes, Nick is pulling you to stand up. You’re lost as to what he is doing until his hands go to yours, pulling them to rest around his neck while he holds your hips. As the song continues, you follow his slow lead and sway to the intimate and mesmerizing indie hit.

🎶

You're younger than I am broken

I dance feelings like they're spoken

So my conversation's not enough

So lonely trying to be yours

Running through sliding doors

So lonely trying to be yours

When you're looking for so much more

🎶

By the time the song ends, the heat between you is unmistakable. Your hand tangles in his hair when he pulls you impossibly closer. Mere centimeters separate your lips. All you would need is to lean just one step closer and you’d finally get to taste his kiss.

Nick beats you to it and his hands pull your face to his, crashing your lips together. You can’t hold back the moan that escapes your lips and he swallows it adding in his own grunts and groans. Kiss after kiss, you radiate carnality and passion.

Breaking the kiss, you watch as he licks his puffy bottom lip. You take in a breath of air and prepare to dive back in but Nick voices his thoughts.

“You are gonna be the death of me, Gumdrop,” he sighs, and at your brows furrowing he continues, “You’ve only been back in my life for a day and I’m already thinking of ways to keep you in it. Don’t hate me, but I think we should chill out, just for tonight. I swear, if you still want this by tomorrow night, I am all yours. But you better be all mine. Please, tell me you can wait for me?”

“Tomorrow night and you’re all mine?” you plead, and he nods.

“Less than 24 hours, baby. Show me that these feelings aren’t just from the substances in our system,” he insists, and you wanna fuck him even more now after he says that.

You nod and he speaks up, “Need to hear your words, baby, like a big girl.”

“Fuck...yes, I can wait. I can wait for you, Nicky,” you whimper and he rests his forehead against yours.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, lifting his head from yours, “Now, why don’t we call it a night before I go back on my word? You look so good in this dress and I really wanna be good.”

Agreeing with him, you clean up your empty glasses and move the bottle to the counter next to the wine. Nick pulls you into him one last time, snaking a hand down to your ass and grabbing a hefty portion of it before a hardy slap lands on your left cheek. He only snickers at your yelp and nibbles on your bottom lip.

“Keep that same energy for me because tomorrow I’m not holding back,” he vows, and if you weren’t leaning into him, your legs would’ve surely buckled. If he notices the tremble go through your body, he makes no mention of it and for that you are grateful.

“Goodnight, Nicky,” you hum.

“Sleep tight, Gumdrop. And do me a favor?” he challenges, at your nod he continues, “Save it for me. I’m gonna take care of you tomorrow, so no need to touch that kitty tonight, right?”

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, “Right.”

He leaves and once the door is closed, you lean back against it, your hand going to your neck where your pulse is playing a sick beat against your skin.

Less than 24 hours, you think. You got this.

That night, you dream of grayish-blue eyes and large hands roaming your body.

January 21st, 2024 – Day Two

You wake just before 10:30 am and are greeted with a good morning text from Nick. He lets you know that he is taking you out, just the two of you. Since Dee and Matt are enjoying a couple’s spa package, he figures it would only be right to hit some of your favorite places on the island.

You are dressed and out the door by noon. Nick takes you to pick up lunch at Taqueria 504 Suazo’s and you drive out to rent a Jeep Gladiator at for a few hours to drive on the beach. One of the best things about this island is that everything is so close. After 5 minutes, you are at your destination.

Nick drives out a ways past the other people enjoying the off-season and stops about a minute after the last two fishermen you see. Guess he wanted a secluded spot, you think to yourself. While you get the food, Nick grabs the beach chairs and umbrella that he rented. The ocean breeze is agreeable enough, but you are glad that you brought a thin sweater to keep the chill off.

Once you sit down, you hand over Nick’s food and he digs into his burrito while you munch on your fish tacos. When your meal is finished, Nick puts your leftovers in the Gladiator and lets down the truck bed. He beckons you over and helps you sit on the edge and he climbs up and sits next to you while you both look at the water.

“Ya know, the last time we came out here I was just finishing my third year at Virginia Tech. You and Dee were seniors. I remember hoping upon hope that you would apply to VT and I remember you telling me you were accepting a scholarship from Princeton. I just sucked it up and congratulated you. Even though I was hoping you would understand why I wanted you close, I was so proud of you for venturing off on your own. You were always one to go after what you wanted. I just couldn’t stop wanting to be what you wanted,” he confesses, looking off into the water.

“I wanted you, Nicky. Trust me, I did. But I was so afraid that I had a dumb little crush on someone who would never see me as someone other than his little sister’s best friend. The last time I saw you, I thought it was right to push away the idea of you ever having feelings for me. I also may have been afraid of what Dee would say. She’s kind of protective over both of us, ya know?” you finish.

“That girl can be a vicious little thing when she wants to,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “But don’t you think it’s kind of a sign that she had me pick you up from the ferry? And how suddenly today, we have a free schedule to do whatever we want together? I know my sister, and she’s done this before. She matched me up with my high school girlfriend, Beth.”

“Ugh, Beth with the braces and bangs. I used to call her Triple B behind your back. I hated her so much,” you mutter, trying to push the image of them kissing out of your mind.

“Yeah, well. I knew you hated her, but me being an idiot teenager didn’t exactly know that meant you liked me. I just thought you didn’t like her because she was kind of a bitch. She was plenty nice to me, but she could be...a little scary, at times,” he laughs, surprising himself.

“So...you think Dee would be ok with...this?” you say, gesturing between the two of you.

“I just think there is no way she would let us be alone together if she wasn’t halfway hoping it would work out,” he guesses, “Plus, honestly? We’re adults. We’re allowed to go after what makes us happy.”

A slow smile spreads across your face and you pull Nick in for a kiss. You don’t want to jinx it but he makes you happy too. The way he looks at you like you hung the moon, the way he listens to you and asks questions and the way he kisses you?

It just has to be real.

Packing up your beach equipment, you head back to drop off everything. Getting back into his SUV, you head around the island and view some of the sights. You go shopping and pick up some new knick knacks to take home. Visiting the lighthouse, you take some photos and make sure to bring Dee and Matt here before you leave the island.

Since most of the island’s restaurants are closed on Sundays, you venture to Ocracoke Variety Store and opt for cooking dinner together. After you have all the ingredients you need for a simple fish fry, you head back to your cottage and you and Nick get your hands dirty.

You have him cutting up potatoes for steak fries while you are preparing the batter for the fish. When dinner is ready, you sit at the dining room table with soft music playing in the background. While Nick wanted to take you out for your first date, he could appreciate the quiet setting with just the two of you enjoying each other’s company.

Finishing your meal, Nick takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. You smile and warmth radiates in your cheeks. You hate to admit it, but you wish you had a little liquid courage right now. But the nerves you feel only cement that this is happening.

He pulls you up from your seat, the hunger in his eyes evident from his blown-wide pupils. Leading you into the bedroom, he stops just short of the end of the bed. Standing behind you as you face the bed, he runs his hands down your bare arms and whispers in your ear.

“I cannot wait to take you apart, Gumdrop. But,” he starts, turning you around to face him, “First, I just want to take my time and worship this beautiful body I know you’re hiding from me.”

If he wasn’t holding you up, you would have melted into the carpet. But he’s there with firm hands and a gentle grip. Helping you out of your dress, he lays it on the chair in the corner. Coming back, he admires the white lace bra and panty set that accentuates your body shape.

His lips come back to yours, tasting your desire and wantonness with every kiss. Wrapping an arm around you, he guides you to lay back on the bed while maintaining the liplock. He kisses down your neck and across your collarbone while his hand unclasps your bra and removes it from your body.

Laying a kiss between your breasts draws a quick inhale from you. You can tell he’s proud of himself when he looks up at you while he licks one pert nipple, the other between his thumb and forefinger. He sucks on it as if he could siphon gold from your tits. Switching to the other, he gives it the same attention.

The noises that come from him as he plays with your breasts are enough to make you shiver. He whimpers when you moan and throw your head back. He groans when he kisses down your belly, stopping to look up at you before he plants a quick kiss upon your covered mound.

He pulls down your panties at such an agonizing speed. Nick has to squeeze his dick through his pants when a string of your wetness stretches from your pussy to your underwear. Spreading your legs apart, he feasts on the view of your lips opening like a flower before him.

He wanted to go slow, he really did. But once he flattens his tongue and licks up from your entrance to your swollen nub, he is mesmerized by the taste of you. He goes back and forth between sucking on your button and lapping up whatever nectar drips from you. You can feel yourself inching toward the finish line, and he is right there to talk you through it.

“Fuck...you taste like Heaven...that’s right, baby...let go and cum for me like a good girl,” he commands between licks and kisses.

You’re nothing if not a good listener and seconds later, your walls are clamping around his fingers. You’ve never cum like this before and it washes over you like a warm waterfall. He removes his fingers from your wet opening and sucks them clean before moving up the bed to kiss you.

Tasting yourself on his tongue, you are beyond turned on. You tug at the hem of his shirt and he sits up to pull it off. Running your hands over his chest, you pull at the button of his pants.

“Use your words,” he urges, his hands stopping yours from moving further.

“Need to feel you, Nick. Please fuck me,” you beg, all thoughts gone from your head.

“There’s my good girl,” he replies, standing up from the bed to undress fully. Climbing back on the bed, he kneels between your legs. He strokes himself slowly, eight inches of uncut cock staring you in the face. He squeezes the base and you can tell he is just as excited as you are.

You crook a finger at him and once again, he is on top of you. With nothing between you, you’re impossibly close and you only want to get closer. Your hand soon finds his erection and he hisses at the contact, groaning when you stroke him.

He leans on one forearm while his other hand guides his tip between your lips, gathering some of your slick before entering you. You both groan loudly once he is fully settled inside you.

“You good, baby?” he asks, anxious to start moving his hips.

“God, yes. Fuck me, Nicky,” you plead, feeling so full when you arch your back.

Foregoing words, Nick retracts his hips and thrusts into you. The wet squelch as he fucks you is music to your ears, just like the way he tells you how beautiful you are in between kisses. He uses your breasts as handholds while he pummels your snatch.

The way he looks into your eyes while he plunges inside you excites you so much that you don’t even notice when a tear escapes your eye. He kisses it away, trailing his lips to your neck where he sucks at your pulse point. At this point, you couldn't care less about a hickey. You just want to be his.

Your next orgasm surprises you and you squeeze his cock from the inside, coating him in your cream.

“Good girl, coming all over my fucking dick. Feels so fucking good when you tighten around me like that. You are taking me so well, Gumdrop. Yes. You. Are,” he grunts, punctuating the last three words with deep thrusts inside you.

Flipping you over so you are on top, Nick grabs your hips and you start to ride him. You bounce on his cock like it’s the last time you get to fuck. By the mewls coming from him, you are doing it just right.

You feel another climax on its way, slowly building up in your core. Nick swats your hand away when you go to rub your clit. He licks his thumb and massages your neglected pearl until you are unable to hold it in any longer. The dual stimulation is too much and you gush, soaking Nick’s abdomen and your thighs.

“Oh fuck, baby. Such a good fucking girl for me. You must want my cum inside you with the way you’re...riding my dick. Shit, baby, I’m gonna blow. Where do you want it, baby?” he asks, you reply by doubling down on your hip motions.

“Right there, Nicky. Cum inside me, please,” you implore breathlessly.

“Yes, baby. Gonna cum for you, gonna fill you up so good. Ugh, fuck, here it comes,” he whimpers, his hold on your hips so tight to keep you close to him.

You feel every twitch of his cock, his muscles pulling taut across his arms and chest as he floods your canal. Your name on his lips as he comes down is a badge of honor. Yes, you did that shit.

He pulls you down to kiss him, shallow thrusts keeping him semi-hard before he pulls out. He lays you down next to him, cuddling you close and kissing your forehead. You start to fall asleep but you can feel Nick moving off the bed. Your hand shoots out to grab for him, but he shushes you.

He goes into the bathroom and you hear the faucet running before he comes out with a wet washcloth. Wiping down your sensitive folds, he takes care of you so well. Putting the washcloth back in the bathroom, he comes back and helps you get under the covers and he snuggles in with you.

With your arms and legs entangled in one another, you drift off peacefully.

January 22nd – January 26th 2024

The days before the wedding are spent enjoying the island with Nick, Dee, and Matt before the other guests arrive. More than once, Dee has cornered both you and Nick, asking embarrassing questions. You both say nothing, feigning ignorance even though Nick has moved into your cottage over the week, abandoning the cottage that he was supposed to share with his parents.

That being said, once his parents do finally make it to the island, he doesn’t even try and act like he isn’t staying with you. The smile on his father’s face says it all, he approves. His mother is far too preoccupied with getting everyone together for the wedding rehearsal to notice anything.

That is until she catches you and Nick making heart eyes at each other as you stand in for the Bride and Groom in rehearsal. Yes, it was a bit too soon to be playing Wedding Day with a man whose divorce is less than 100 days old.

But when you know, you know.

At dinner, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and you don’t notice Nick following after you. Before you can enter the ladies’ room, a hand on your arm pulls you into the nearby gender-neutral bathroom.

You turn around and are met with hungry eyes before he descends upon you. Turning you around to face the mirror, he puts your hands on the sink and sinks to his knees, his hands roaming under your dress and up your legs until he pulls down your panties. He pulls out his already hard dick and pumps himself a few times before sliding inside you.

“Don’t fucking move, baby. Keep looking at yourself in the mirror, and your hands stay right where they are. You thought you could get away with teasing me in this tight fucking dress,” he breathes, “I want you to watch yourself while I fuck you til you’re dripping for me like the good girl I know you can be.”

When he places his hands on your hips, he begins a steady pace. He watches you in the mirror as your orgasm takes you over without warning. You squeeze him, your walls fluttering and coaxing him to follow you when you cover him in your juices.

But he surprises you when he pulls out and pulls your panties back up. When you turn around to ask why, he only kisses you and whispers in your ear, “I’ll get mine later, don’t you worry.” That only fills you with a little dread, your legs still wobbly as Nick tucks himself away and straightens his outfit. “Can’t have them knowing I just got my dick wet, right baby? See you back out there.”

He exits the bathroom and leaves you with slick running down your legs and your brain falling out of your ears. And he’s worried about you being the death of him?

You straighten yourself and use the bathroom for its intended purpose. Once back in the banquet hall, you pray to any god who will listen that you don’t look like you just got some dick. You see Nick and Matt in a conversation like he’d been here the whole time. When Dee asks why you look flustered, you lie and say you’re just a bit tired.

Nick overhears you talking to Dee and interjects himself into the conversation, “Why don’t we go get some fresh air? Don’t worry, Sis, I’ll take care of her.” Helping you out of your chair, you both say goodnight to those at dinner.

Nick takes you back to the cottage, pulling you behind him as he walks out onto the balcony. Crashing his lips to yours, his hands scrunch up the fabric of your dress until you feel the night air chill your skin.

“Hands on the railing, baby,” he says, peeling your soaked panties from you.

Nick’s pushing inside you in the next breath and it’s like he belonged there all along. Holding onto your hips, he begins his onslaught. All you can do is hold yourself up and be happy that no one is walking down this road because fuck they would be able to see you getting absolutely railed without abandon.

Your grip on the railing is faltering as he slams into you and he takes pity on you. He uses the grip on your hips to pull you back so you sit on his lap while he sits in the wicker chair. He moves you up and down on his dick while saying the filthiest things to you.

Once your climax hits, his pace falters and he thrusts up into you. His tip hits your cervix as he pumps you full. He holds you against him and kisses up your neck as you lay back on his chest. For a few moments, all you both can do is breathe and caress each other.

His dick slips free of you and you feel his load dripping from your thoroughly used hole.

“Come with me back to Virginia,” he whispers, surprising both of you, “Don’t say no just yet. Think about it. We don’t leave for a couple of days. I have not been this happy in a very long while and I think I make you happy too. Just think about it, Gumdrop.”

A million things go through your head at the thought of giving up your life in New Jersey. This was a big step after only a week of playing house. Your brain comes up with so many what-ifs and reasons to not leap. But then one thought sticks, and you smile.

When you know, you know.

January 27th, 2024 – Wedding Day

You were never a big crier, but you shed many tears watching your childhood best friend marry the love of her life. It fills you with hope that everything does happen for a reason. While listening to their vows, you wonder if you could ever make that type of commitment. At that moment, Nick squeezes your hand and you smile up at him. Like he could read your mind, he seems to always know what to do to give you comfort.

Then again, he has known you most of his life. And when you think about it, it has always been him. A distant memory replays in your head of him simply putting a band-aid on your skinned knee when you were nine and he was twelve. Even then, he was there for you with a smile and a friendly hug.

The wedding reception is an all-out party but you expect nothing less from the Fowlers. The music, the food, and the atmosphere are perfect. Dee enjoys herself and is just happy to be married to Matt. And you are so happy for her, to see her without a care in the world.

Nick focuses on you the entire night, making sure you are comfortable and that you have everything you need. You sit in his lap, effectively confirming any rumors that may have spread about you two. His hand on your knee is warm and you want to sneak out of here and take him to the nearest closet. But he doesn’t let you move an inch once he has you in his clutches.

The wedding photographer snaps a pic of you squealing when Nick plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek. The guests around you simultaneously swoon and groan, depending on their relationship status. Not that you care, you had your man. That’s all that matters.

After the wedding, you and Nick sneak off to a secluded area of the beach to look up at the stars. Taking off your shoes, you don’t mind the sand between your toes. You spend most of the night on the beach, just enjoying each other’s company under the moon.

You are lucky enough to see a few shooting stars, and you can’t stop yourself from making a wish or two. Wondering if Nick made a wish, you open your mouth to ask him but close it just as quickly. You know his wish already and only you could make it come true.

Coming back to the cottage is bittersweet. The last night of your vacation is spent lying naked with Nick. No sex, just intimate cuddling. You loved how safe you felt in his arms, and you couldn’t deny yourself this feeling.

January 28th, 2024

You’re nervous all morning and Nick tries his best to keep your mind off leaving the island. But all you want to do is spend all day in bed with him.

Saying goodbye to Dee that day is full of teary-eyed hand-holding, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You hug her mother and father and thank them for inviting you.

Nick drives you to the ferry, thinking for all the world that this is the last time he will see you. But like you continue to do, you surprise him when he’s helping you with your bags.

“So, I have some things to clear up in Jersey, but I was thinking Valentine’s Day is just a couple of weeks away. You can come to my place and we can spend some time together. I may not be ready to move 7 hours away just yet. But I know that I am not ready to be without you. I want you to know that I want this, whatever this is,” you admit, gesturing between the two of you.

“I can be amenable to that. On one condition,” he offers, taking your hands in his.

“And what is that one condition, Nicky?” you press, wondering what else he could want or if your terms weren’t enough.

“When we are with each other again, I get to call you my girl. That’s it. Be mine, and all that?” he laughs, watching as the frown lines on your forehead disappear and a smile grows on your face.

“You had me for a second, Nicky. But, why wait? I’m all yours already. Plus, I’ve already planted my flag in your back pocket,” you tease, snaking your hand around to goose him.

“So that would make me your man, then? And you’re my girl. Makes me wanna ask what made you decide to try this with me?” he hesitates, half wanting an answer and the other half just happy that you said yes.

“Hey, like I always say,” you start, wrapping your arms around his neck, “When you know, you know.”

END…?

A/N: All of the places in this story are real, this is not an advertisement for Ocracoke Island, NC btw. I just loved vacationing here so much, that I wanted to use it in a story lol.

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skelly-words · 1 month

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more bf!sukuna hcs, but he’s insufferable and stuck in my head. this is part 4…

warning: some NSFW, slight intox, minors DNI

NEVER lets you drive. he’s so misogynistic. “females are bad drivers” ass bitch. "you're gonna wrap us around a tree."

claims to despise when you baby him e.g. forehead kisses, scratching his back to put him to sleep, even fucking cuddling. don’t believe that shit for a second but pretend to and stop until he starts acting grateful.

way too confrontational to be taken out in public. just pretend you don’t know him when he’s pulling a gun on someone who stepped on his shoes.

you’d be broke if you bailed him out of jail every fucking time. at least let him marinate there all night before folding or call his dad to do it instead.

so messy. it's unintentional, but sukuna just leaves a trail of disorder in his wake. throw pillows on the floor, shoes in the walkway, and always leaving the lights on despite complaining about the utility bill.

throw him outside to do yardwork or something. he loves that shit. putting in a couple fruit trees, maybe stepping stones. by the end of the summer you have a tiered garden with slate retaining walls and an automatic irrigation system.

why does he have a green thumb? he's in a secret competition with the neighbors for prettiest lawn. and yet, you manage to kill the little succulent garden he planted for you.

a minimalist (derogatory). sukuna is always trying to throw your trinkets and knickknacks away when you're not paying attention.

he loves getting a little fashion show after you buy new clothes. it's one of the few cute things he'll admit to enjoying. it doesn't matter if the outfit is skimpy or modest, hearts are popping out of his eyes like in a fucking cartoon.

doesn't apologize under any circumstances. the word 'sorry,' isn't in his lexicon. however, he will leave his card on the counter before heading to work and pick up flowers on the way home and make reservations at your favorite restaurant. don't expect to hear a real apology though.

super duper tender-headed. you can't even detangle it without him whining. might cry if you try to do braids, twists, any kinda style. fucking pussy

irritating asf. actually hate him, idk why i’m writing this. i'd probably poison him and collect the life insurance.

UMM nsfw

calling sukuna something corny and dominant in bed (sir/daddy/king/etc.) out of the blue would make him nut. and he isn’t even embarrassed about it at all.

incapable of pulling off a quickie. i think this is more endearing than aggravating. he can't hit it right in just ten minutes. he'll ask for more time. and a little more. then it's been an hour and you're likely running late for something.

thinks you're hottest bent over (i'm not even projecting rn bc my ass is flat). don't worry, he thinks your face is cute, missionary is great too. but if you wore one of those pillow case ass house dresses with no panties he'd go crazy. i hate to air him out like this, but it's true. i gotta link this shit so you know what i'm talking about. makes him feral. maybe i am projecting bc i luv those dresses.

but anyway, he'd fall for the 'bend and snap' so bad (legally blonde reference). these are basically crack, sorry

occasionally forgets that foreplay is a thing and tries to go straight from light frenching to stickin it.

i feel like sukuna’s sunday nights are spent getting really high and kissing on you for hours. he just gets the munchies dude. leaving dewy spots of saliva on all your exposed skin. once he’s tasted that, your clothes is peeled off so he can drool on the rest of you. he doesn’t even realize how much of a tease he is. his mouth suctioned to your inner thigh… maybe i should just write this as its own thingy

p sure i said this already, but he’s a biter. gnaws on you like a mf chew toy. it’s an oral fixation thing, if you don’t like it buy him lots of lollipops and tic tacs.

ok i have to stop before i gross myself out. tyty for reading <3<3<3 have a wonderful day.

masterlist if you wanna read the rest

#sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna headcanons #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #jjk x reader #jjk

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im-notbean · 1 year

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Headcannons of; Quackity x Greek! Male! Reader

On god bro. I just really want somebody who speaks Greek on the QSMP. So in orderto cure this fantasy of mine I have now created this, sorry if you dont like the fact that Y/N is greek but I had to do it. Sooner or later okay-

⚠︎ Warning ⚠︎

Swearing

Some cultural things you might not understand

Might not be accurate to the cannon QSMP

This post has both Q!Quackity and CC!Quackity

Grammar mistakes

Characters might be a bit off to you

Mentions of Homophobia

Author kinda pools info about greek food-

If anything bothers you from above please, don't read!

CC!Quackity

・Your accent>>>>>>

・I'm sorry but he just loves it, especially when you pronounce certain words.

・Like saying yogurt and bread shit like that you know?

・If you say Alex in greek he gets scared- (Άλεξ [Álex] might not be accurate lol)

・Praise. Him. In. Greek.

・He get's so mad if you don't, goes full on Mexican on your ass-

・Quackity definitely respects your boundaries, so he'd ok with you not wanting to be public about your guy's relationship

・Especially with Twitter and shit (I refuse to call Twitter "X")

・Makes the funniest jokes and yall know those corny ass pick up lines

・Like "I wish you were my Xbox, cause I wanna play you all~~ night ♡"

・He definitely does those daily

・He can't cook for shit, so you have banned him from the kitchen

・It's always akward explaning that to your parents...

・Quackity loves it when you cook for him

・Especially Greek deserts (I'm just gonna fanboy over greek food for a hot minutes)

・Like tiramisu or like those almond cookies

・OR FUCKING BAKLAVA

・OR EVEN LOUKOUMADES

・Incase you don't know what I'm fanboying over, Tiramisu is an Italian dish so I'm not gonna go over it in much detail

・Basically a layered desert with espresso innit

・Baklava is one of the MOST iconic Greek deserts, it's layered with phyllo pastery, melted butter, and nuts!

・The most common are pistachios and walnuts by the way and theirs a layer of cinnamon-orange syrup pored over it once it is baked!

・Loukoumades are the Greek version of fried dough, their normally topped with honey, cinnamon, and walnuts.

・Anyway...

・He loves then sm

・If yall decide to make your relationship public, he wants you to decide how to do it.

・I personally believe you take over his stream one day as his "Special Guest"

・A cooking stream because y'know- it's iconic

・Your baking a classic greek disk.

・Gyro (Pronouced Yee-ro by the way)

・Basically Gyro is a dish that is a mix of lamb and beef (sometimes chicken too) that is made to fill pita bread.

・The sauce that is paired with is called tzatziki (it's really fucking good.) it normally has tomatos and onions and paied with greek fries.

・So your cooking the meat and stuff and Quackity just comes up behind you and you turn around right cause you know he's their

・So quickly, you bend down and kiss him.

・A little smooch before you kick him out th kitchen-

Q!Quackity

・You guys met on the train to the island.

・He tried talking to you but he seriously could not understand you, it wasas if you were speaking another language.

・When the government had paired people up, you didn't get a partner :(

・You also didn't really want an egg either, but you didn't mind babysitting them!

・Phil is so greatful for this-

・Quackity had heard about your egg sitting and decided to leave Tillin (I think i butchered this ngl) in your care

・Tillin loved you, she also liked the fact that she could understand you and offered as a translator.

・When Quackity came back he was surprised to see his own child translating what you were saying

・Once the new members joined you were assined partners with Tubbo (I am not sure if the new members have assigned parners ngl so...also are we getting new members today?)

・(Not even joking- ANYWAY LMAO)

・So y'know how Tubbo can get info out of Curchuro (prob butchered that again lol)

・You can do it also, sence your the only person on the server who can speak greek and not English he thinks the info he tells you is safe.

・You get Tillin to translate to Tubbo about what Curchuro tells you >:D

・Quackity learns about this and then he realized what the fuck is happening

・The he realized one day, you were gone.

・Along with the eggs.

・He never realized how much he liked you until you left...

・Quackity tried looking for you and the eggs

・But he never got far

・Tubbo also tried to help look for you, to no avail

・Not gonna lie, you and Phil got locked in a cage togther 😂

#im-notbean #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp quackity #quackity #qsmp #qsmpblr #qsmp headcanons #qsmp quackity #quackity x reader #x reader #y/n #x male reader #male reader #quackity x male reader #quackity headcannons #q!quackity #quackity x you #quackity x y/n

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 1 year

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❝ Say yes to heaven (say yes to me) ❞

Michael Myers x gn!reader x Corey Cunningham | dating drabble | graphic description of violence, mentions of nsfw things |

req: I’ve been absolutely obsessed with Michael and Corey recently and was wondering if we could get some Michael x Reader x Corey action going here? Just general headcanons of how that relationship would go!! <;33

Your boyfriends are truly on opposite ends on nearly every spectrum.

Not just in age — which, let's discuss before anything else.

Michael is in his 60's while Corey is in his 20's — by themselves? They make a pretty unlikely couple, but they're also clearly deranged, so no one can comment on that.

Throwing you in the picture? Chaos erupts.

Despite his age, Michael's impulse control is something that's held together by a stringy shoelace and tape. Don't get me wrong, Corey's just as awful but somehow it's slightly better than Michael's.

All this to say, if you're just as awful at controlling your impulses? The devil himself will need to leash all three of you before Haddonfield is plunged into total destruction.

The sewers aren't an ideal living space but it brings Michael a smidge of comfort, so when Corey's parents mysteriously 'disappear' he works on making an underground tunnel of sorts so Michael can come and go as he pleases.

Corey and you joke it's basically your boyfriends' doggy door and Michael death-glared from where he stood.

Michael is a tough nut to crack — but his weakness has been and will always be acts of service.

A warm meal, a warm bath, getting bloodstains off his clothes...

Helping him shave.

He is truly spoiled by Corey and you because now when he tries to shave he finds himself inexplicably frustrated it's not your fingers tilting his head back or Corey's deadly hands carefully going along the grain.

You've walked into the bathroom and yelled in shock when the lights switch on to reveal Michael standing near the sink with his razor blade, a frown oh-so-prominent on his face.

"...Do you need some help, babe?" Michael's scruffy face that glowers at you is all the answer you need.

Though a man of few words, the little things he does is more than telling of how much he cares about his lovers.

The daily pouches/bags/backpacks/etc Corey and you use are always filled with your necessities. Whether it be hand sanitiser, wet wipes, or mints — he even makes sure to slip your phones, wallets and keys in before you two leave. Michael doesn't engage in these mundane things but he knows they're important to you so he assists anyways.

Corey fills Michael's silence with his voice. Once he gets to talk about something that interests him, he could talk for hours on end and Michael is a great listener (even if he looks as though he's not paying attention).

Corey's a big fan of physical touch. He loves making it known that you're his in public and adores it just as much when you return the gesture — he turns red when Michael and you hold him between your bodies.

When your murderous partners are off to fulfil their homicidal needs, they tread carefully on their way to the bathroom once they're home. You've laid out a tarp to ease their journey, please keep the crime scene contained, boys.

Michael and Corey stalk you and each other — it can't be helped. They just need to make sure their lovers are safe.

Michael will steal for both of you. If any of you eye something for more than 10 seconds in a store, not 24 hours later it's vanished and 'somehow' appeared in your shared bedroom.

Date nights are comfortable and chaotic. Corey is sweet, his plans involve someplace hidden where the three of you can just be. Michaels' are more unconventional in a way that's endearing because he's an old man and an infamous killer.

Sewers are his go-to transportation and then when the three of you pop out he monotonously gestures to a beautiful home that's almost bordering a mansion. He opens the doors, meanders to the lavish dining room and there's the grand feast the couple he'd just slaughtered were going to eat.

"Thank you, Michael" Corey's grin is impossibly crooked and bright while you press a kiss to Michael's masked cheek — Michael's old heart squeezes with adoration.

Oftentimes, Michael experiences cuteness aggression. He has to hold himself back from physically grabbing you and Corey by your necks and shaking you around.

Peepaw appreciates all your music tastes. As long as you like it, he'll like it.

You're always in the centre when you three cuddle up. It's hot, they run hot — don't recommend it during summer nights.

Your boyfriends are velcro boyfriends though, good luck.

This is a bit silly, but Corey taught Michael about his job (he talked about the ins and outs of vehicles and Michael listened as he watched Corey work on his bike).

Michael can't be trusted on or in vehicles but there was one occasion where a victim had both you and Corey put in a tough spot and Michael had mowed them down on Corey's bike.

Corey picks you up from work but sometimes, an older man dressed in a rugged leather jacket and motorcycle helmet pops up and your coworkers whisper about you allegedly "cheating" on Corey.

("Cheating?" your coworker nods. They had bumped into Corey in a coffee shop and caught the mechanic, their guilt too strong to keep it a secret. To their surprise, Corey laughs as they describe the mysterious older gentleman with scarred hands. "No, no, (Y/N)'s not cheating — that's our boyfriend", your coworkers could not look you in the eye for a few days after that, much too embarrassed.)

Michael is a fan of watching. He's quite content with it, getting off on watching his beautiful lovers writhing in pleasure.

Corey's just pumped full of stamina — so much energy pent up in his body that quickies are rarely ever quick when it comes to Corey.

When Michael joins though? It's one hell of a ride for everyone.

The reason your bedframe is reinforced and your mattress is huge is so clear when your entire body is covered in teeth marks, bruises, scratches and stained with sweat, tears, blood and cum.

Corey's such an eager puppy. Obedient but so stupid when he's drunk on your taste.

Michael's grunts and growls always have you and Corey whining. His hands are just so big that when they cover your mouth you can barely breathe.

The thrill you get knowing the hands that worship and claim you are the same hands that have slaughtered and murdered countless of people? Indescribable.

Sometimes, when they reach the bedroom before they wash up after a kill they all but pounce on you.

"I'll clean it later" Corey mumbles as he rips your sleeping garments away, Michael holds you firmly to his chest — his raging hardon pressed on your ass as you squirm.

"Couldn't stop thinking about you, just, just needed this" Corey's lips are smeared with blood and spit and when you're on all fours with your face against Michael's crotch you know why. Those bloody streaks on his curved cock belonged to Corey whose fucking the air out of your lungs.

Michael has the best head game, lmao. The old man can deep-throat dick like a professional — Corey came so fast when Michael first did it to him and the both of you could not stop pestering Michael on where he learned how to do that.

He teaches both of you his tricks. Refuses to indulge in how he knows it.

#s3thwrit3sstuff #reader insert #slasher x reader #gn reader #gn!reader #slashers fic #michael myers x reader x corey cunningham #dating headcanons #michael x reader #michael myers x gn reader #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham x gn reader

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pharaohbean · 1 month

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college starts in 1.5hrs and ive already been screwed over by them

for context: the specific way i am doing college atm (its not officially college long story) is that the government/state/whatever pays for everything in my classes except science/language lab fees. this includes textbooks—however, they only pay for the cheapest option. so you have NO idea if you’ll get physical or digital. thats fine by me, i can work with both.

so, lo and behold, i go to find my two textbooks for today (both digital)— and yeah, no, not there.

WHAT HAS HAPPENED IS THAT:

The book they said they’d sent me for one class not only isn’t where they said it would be, but it straight up ISNT THE TEXTBOOK FOR THE CLASS. the textbook for this class is free online, which is also funny to me bc this teacher doesn’t allow electronics in the classroom. like buddy did you expect us to memorize the book wtf

The OTHER textbook they said they’d pay the subscription for for the semester (YES THE BOOK IS LOCKED BEHIND A SUBSCRIPTION THIS IS A CALCULUS CLASS.) is, in fact, not paid for. I have it, but it’s on a 2 week free trial. And you’re thinking, “Zerro, just pay for it!” ITS A HUNDRED AND THIRTY DOLLARS ARE YOU NUTS?! NOT WHEN THEYRE SUPPOSED TO PAY THAT!

So NOW, I have to figure out how they’re supposed to pay for the latter textbook (because the former is straight up wrong anyways) while also just straight up not knowing how these classes even WORK (the calc class… has discussion forums required. What The F—) and yeah college is going GREAT.

#zero thoughts #zerros free college year #<- tag for these shenanigans bc im confident this won’t be the first time i complain about this #IT WENT SO WELL LAST YEAR TOO #first class didn’t need a textbook teacher said so #second class textbook arrived and was working #but THIS year? ough man.#they actually did get one if my textbooks right it was a physical one they shipped to me #and my fourth class straight up doesn’t have a textbook so okay #but THESE TWO?#the worst thing is the wrong textbook class is a history class #and i LOVE history #and so far it is the worst class out of the four from looking at the syllabuses n such #also for context for my kind of college: they only offer this to hs students #so its basically “we pay for college you take college classes on top of your HS classes #and get both college and HS credits out of class”#but heres the thing #im homeschooled and have essentially finished my HS coursework. so this is basically just free college since to them im still an HS student #its great. except for the part where they dont pay for anything like they said they would.

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 6 months

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Ya know what's so hot to me? When someone is getting fatter and like, sure their belly is a little bigger but they're at a point where 5 or 10 lbs isn't v noticable

But then one day it's like you blink and suddenly their face is full of fat, all rounded out and puffy, cheeks full and jowls hanging, their little double chin now just a spare tire around their neck. And it's not just their face that blows up, but their arms thicken and their legs get fat (maybe start to get so big that they take on those less than human shapes, the lumpy pockets of fat that make it hard for them to waddle) and shit, even their ankles and feet get visibly fatter! And their feeder goes nuts for it and starts to stuff them in earnest, leading to faster and faster gains until eventually they're too big to do much but eat and breathe heavily from the exertion of chewing

Idk about you but I'm picturing Bucky as the pile of lard here, but whoever works!!

This is the SHIT. YES.

But, somehow, I went less pile-of-lard and more muscle-chub for this idea? So, I hope you still enjoy it because I just took the inspiration you gave me of Bucky not realizing how much he's gained and ran 🥺🥺

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink under the cut, you know the drill. Warnings for weight gain, off-screen stuffing, size comparison, numbers/scales (but I'm not that good at estimating pounds and comparing it to visuals, lol)

I'd like to imagine that this happens with Bucky and Steve in a long-distance relationship. Probably skinny Steve and beefy Bucky. Steve has moved out to the West Coast for more opportunities in art school, then eventually in his art career, pursuing architecture because of his passion for drawing marrying with his intelligence. He's good with numbers, like really good. He's obsessed with numbers. Meanwhile, Bucky is back in New York, hanging around Brooklyn for longer, maybe taking a gap year, but nevertheless, he ends up with the freshman fifteen. More than the freshman fifteen because he knows his boyfriend's dirty secret -

His boyfriend likes how much bigger he is than him.

And he wants him even bigger.

Thicker. Fatter. Heavier.

So, Bucky thinks what the hell, he's not gonna stop lifting, he enjoys working out too much to quit, but he doesn't love watching what he eats. He's always had a sweet tooth anyway. And his whole life he's had this clinging baby fat, even at the top of his gym game, he's never had perfectly cut abs. His middle is always a little thicker - soft and cushy, just like Steve likes him. So, while Steve takes his time getting settled on the other coast, just for a year, maybe two, before Bucky comes out and joins him, Bucky will drop his diet and eat whatever the hell he wants. It'll be like a dirty bulk. It'll be great! He won't have to pay attention so much, policing himself. He can let go. Then, at the end of his little experiment, he'll surprise his puny [affectionate] boyfriend by being even heavier the next time he sees him, squishing him further into the mattress the next time he gets to fuck him. (For how much it scares Bucky to death to hear him rasp, on the edge of another asthma attack, it's strangely exhilarating to hear him gasp and squirm underneath him, knowing that it's nothing to be worried about, it's just his little pervert clinging to him with freezing cold hands, begging for more because he can take it.)

How much weight could he possibly gain anyway? It's just a year, Bucky talks himself into it further, he'll still be working out, too. It's totally possible that nothing will change at all, so he might as well keep it a secret from Steve in case it doesn't work. If it does work, then it's just a kinky surprise. Couples do that shit all the time. This is actually so normal the more he thinks about it. It's fine!

Here's the thing, though -

Steve knows that Bucky knows about his preferences - Bucky knows everything about him, perhaps even too much - but poor Steve can't talk about what he likes without getting horribly embarrassed, turning into a blushing and stammering mess. So, they don't talk about it. Instead, Steve has to watch through FaceTime as Bucky's cheeks get fluffier and rounder month by month. At first, Steve's pretty sure he's just too tired from school and his internship anyway, he's hallucinating. It can't be real. He's not seeing Bucky right. All Bucky does is work out! He wouldn't put on weight. Especially not when he eats depressingly boring. Always carefully planning bland meals to fuel all of his big, hard muscles, Muscles that do make Steve want to climb him like a tree, of course, but there is something about big softness that really makes Steve's mouth water. He can't get enough of it. When he sees a big, muscle-bound guy who's softened by a little too many sweet treats, God, Steve's eyes can't help but follow him until he's out of sight. All the space they take up. Massive. Huge. Soft. Yeah. Bucky is HUGE and he is soft and sweet, emotionally, but he's not soft physically. And it's fine! He doesn't have to be! It's his body!

Steve thinks himself in circles, tiring himself out until he falls asleep listening to Bucky talk about his day, fantasizing about his seemingly fuller cheeks, until...

During one of their nightly calls, Steve opens his big, stupid mouth accidentally. Much less a conversation about it - whatever it is - and more an admission.

It happens in the middle of Bucky talking about going to lunch with one of his gym buddies, Sam, and how much more of a pain in the ass he was today than usual, pestering Bucky about what he's been doing differently lately in the gym and out of it, prodding him, insisting that Bucky must be missing Steve more than he can admit... and using it as an excuse to tell Steve how much he does miss him. And Steve starts thinking too hard, does Bucky miss him more than he realizes? Steve's heart starts beating faster all of a sudden, is he not seeing things? Has Bucky been eating his feelings? Has Bucky been missing sessions with Sam to sit on the couch and mope instead? Has he gained weight? Is it possible?

"Have you weighed yourself recently, Buck?" Steve lets slip, sounding eager enough that even though they both know about Steve's not-so-secret, dirty secret, Steve feels heat on his face. One look at his reflection in his phone and his suspicions are confirmed. Great, now he's blushing about blushing. Way to be subtle, dumbass, he thinks. It's only been eight months. How much weight could he have put on? How many sessions would he have to miss? Oh, Jesus, how much would he have to eat? What does he do when he's not on FaceTime with Steve? What about when he's not texting him? Steve's imagination is running wild, imagining his big, big boyfriend even bigger, sitting in the recliner in the apartment they picked out together, his thighs spread as wide as the comfy chair will allow, his whole body sprawled out, made to look even thicker from sitting down and spreading. He always looks so biteable like that. His legs. God. And if he's put on enough weight for his face to get chubby... his belly is probably beginning to dome out as he shoves junk food down his throat. It might even be round when he's not eating!

Steve just about whimpers out loud thinking about his big boyfriend going to town on a punching bag, throwing his weight into it, shirtless with his meaty pecs and new belly jiggling. 😫😫

"Eh," Bucky shrugs one shoulder - is it possible that his shoulders are even bigger? Wider? Steve's breathing speeds up, this is NOT helping him stay focused and unembarrassed - "maybe, but I don't know if I believe the scales at the gym anymore. I think they're broken."

"Wha-why not?" Steve sputters, he can feel himself turning from pink to red.

"Well," Bucky drawls, his dimples popping as he grins charmingly at Steve through the camera, "'cause-" unceremoniously he stands up, backing away from his phone where it's propped up on his desk and Steve's jaw drops. "-the scale at the gym said I gained another twenty pounds but-" he turns around, chuckling at himself as he looks over his shoulder, looking at his own body as he poses obnoxiously like a body builder more than he's looking at Steve even as he gives his boyfriend a mouth-watering view of his thick ass and suddenly dimpled thighs.

Jesus wept.

His body is suddenly straining against his compression shorts, normally he wears them under his basketball shorts for working out, but his loose (are they still loose?) shorts aren't anywhere to be seen. Instead, all Steve can see is his thick, so fucking thick thighs under his dump truck ass and the seams of his compression shorts that look poised to rip apart like tissue paper.

"-I have no idea where it coulda gone?"

Bucky turns back around and pinches his hip which is much, much wider and softer than Steve remembers (and he remembers those hips well, he remembers digging his fingertips into them while being fucked, he remembers squeezing his thighs around his waist also while getting fucked, he remembers - okay, he's getting distracted). Bucky is fucking pinching his hip, using his fingers like he might use a pair of calipers to measure his body fat percentage. There's a lot of body fat. So much so that it's making Steve sweat like he's watching his boyfriend strip over FaceTime instead of just squeezing his own flesh.

"Whaddya think, Stevie?" He looks up, eyes wide, lips poised in a soft pout as his voice keeps up that familiar Brooklyn drawl, "does it look like I put on another twenty?"

Steve's brain is spinning like tires against the asphalt, smoke pouring out of his ears. "A-another!?" He sputters.

"See?" Bucky responds, patting his tummy, satisfied by assuming that Steve agrees that he doesn't know where all that weight has gone rather than the evidence being written all over him. His thick thighs that don't just sometimes brush past each other but rub against one another as he swaggers back toward the camera, half naked in their apartment, his chubby belly that's beginning to hide the waistband of his compression shorts, his compression shorts that look like they're cutting off his circulation, digging so deep into the plushness that's settled on top of all his muscle, his wide hips that are honest-to-God love handles now, his fuller pecs that are capped with stretched, pink nipples, his shoulders that still look too wide for Steve to wrap his arms around but are just even wider, sloped gently with fat, and, of fucking course, the hints of stretch marks that are beginning to settle on his sides. Steve can see exactly where every pound has gone.

"I would know if I had put on almost eighty pounds, especially in eight months-!"

Bucky is still talking, but Steve is lost, all but drooling over him, not too far off from interrupting him to tell him to put the phone back fucking down so he can see more than his chubby pecs, double chin, and soft cheeks. He wants the full effect now that he knows what's just out of frame.

"-I'd notice it! And right now, all I notice is this-" he grunts attractively, moving the camera so Steve can have an eyeful of his flexing right arm rather than his face. Which, guh, yeah, does look huge. He looks like he's put on more muscle underneath the fat he's added to his frame. But... when he moves his arm, bringing it in close to his body rather than out next to him in a straight line from his shoulder, Steve fully loses whatever point Bucky was trying to make about how big, in terms of muscles, he looks. Because. His arm is right next to his rounding-out belly, something that looks, honestly, more like a gut right now, Steve can't form words. All he can do is moan.

(Steve fucking wakes up in the middle of the night after Bucky talks him to completion, having the hottest phone sex of their lives, sweating, only just understanding what it all means. He's so big that he didn't fucking notice that he gained twenty pounds. Twenty pounds. He's gotten so big that twenty pounds isn't noticeable, he's so unaware that he doesn't know, so... he's definitely going to keep gaining, he's not going to change, he doesn't know. Fuck. He gained eighty pounds in eight months. If. Oh, fuck. If he keeps going, at the soonest Steve sees him, in a year since the first parted ways, Bucky will be one hundred and twenty pounds heavier. That's more than Steve weights on his own. Shit. Steve has to jerk off again just to deal with his boner even though he just had a gutting orgasm.)

#mylevisdontfitanymore #ask #belly kink #text #stuffing #weight gain #bucky barnes #steve rogers #chubby bucky #stucky #fat bucky #tight clothes

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faroreskiss · 1 year

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The Power of Understanding / Part 10

Wobble of the Head / Part 4

THERE WE GO! LONG CHAPTER!!

Part 9

Read on Ao3 / Cheat Sheet

Summary: Now you will finally find out what they were talking about when you woke up in the morning, since you didn't understand a lick of what they said. And more importantly, why.

A/N: I gave each Link a different English accent (inspired from the regional dialects/accents in the UK), so that you could get a sense of what I meant when I say "they can communicate anyway, BUT"

As always, post first/proof read later applies.

Once again, I'm here to make you feel uncomfortable. You can find the details in the end notes, and with that said, enjoy!

Rulie did notice something was odd about you, the moment he was near you at that village that this other Link (they were pretty sure at that point that it was another Link) took them to. Since it was right before a portal appearance, he initially thought it was just the air feeling wrong again. It felt different each time, so he didn’t pay much attention to it, and didn’t immediately connect the dots.

Each time they dropped down or went through a portal, there would be some residue for a limited amount of time, since it most likely took an enormous amount of magic. It would also interfere with his own fae aura sometimes, making him spill his guts out. After he collected himself, and saw you once again, he noticed you also do have some type of an aura around you. He initially thought maybe you were part fae yourself, as you reeked of a Great Fairy to his senses. The Old Man seemed to have noticed it too, as well as the Vet. But there was also a hint, such a tiny drop of it that probably anybody but him noticed it. It was something he helped collect piece by piece.

There was a miniscule amount of Triforce of Wisdom involved, in whatever aura you had. How strange.

As the Rancher got up and started speaking to you, Rulie noticed the aura interacting with the magic residue in the air. It was not like he could see it, he was just able to feel it. Something merging, something expanding, becoming more complex. Was it… leeching energy from it? He was carefully watching you interact with the Rancher, then he noticed the Old Man and the Vet were doing the same, though he really wasn’t focusing on the conversation. He heard you speak an odd language with this new Link. Then he started to pay attention, as he felt something shift in the air once again, expanding towards him.

“No but for some reason, you speak better now?” the Rancher was saying to the Captain. His ears perked up, the Rancher sounded as if he perfectly spoke his variety of Hylian (not that it was THAT different), he sounded much more modern.

Vet finally gave in as he exasperated, “Yeah, okay, what the fuck?”

As Rulie made eye contact with the Old Man, he noticed he wasn’t the only one that noticed the shift. They nodded to each other. It must be some type of translation magic… Right? Though not that anybody ever heard of something like that, maybe except the Smith swallowing jabber nuts.

“Huh… didn’t think translation magic actually existed, just like that,” he said towards the Old Man, but also to no one in particular. Well, he wasn’t that old, but sometimes he spoke like a geezer, so might as well. Then this ‘new’ Link spoke (and by the Gods, he looked like he already had a lot of scars on his face), and it just sounded like… like nothing he has ever heard before, to him. He was also noticing that you were in some type of distress, but he also attributed it to the ‘portal sickness’ for now.

Then the Sailor pointed towards this new Link with a confused expression, “Uh, that guy is BARELY understandable.” It was still so weird for everyone to hear the others speak so clearly . There was always some type of struggle before, especially when they first met. It was better now of course, but there were times where they repeatedly asked each other to repeat things where some phrases sounded downright funny.

During the introduction round, he kept glancing at you. You kept rubbing your temples every now then, but you didn’t seem to notice it yourself. It felt so refreshing to the 8 travelers that now they could speak a bit easier with each other. When it was the new Link’s turn, you spoke instead of him and translated between them. He was the Champion of Hyrule, apparently. But as the time passed, Rulie noticed that the ‘quirky accents’ as he dubbed them, were making a comeback. But at least this new Link sounded more understandable somehow. And subtly, yet steadily, the aura Rulie first felt, was now… dissipating, it was like a silent earthquake only he could feel.

And then there was blood. Blood on your blouse, coming from your nose. It happened so fast.

“Oi, catch her!” the Rancher spoke, and luckily this new Link, the Champion, caught you right on time. In his arms, your eyes were open, your body was limp but you were unresponsive. This Link was downright frantic. The scene was horrifying on its own, but it seemed like he cared about you in a specific way.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!”

“Hey, calm down, good that you caught her. Can you lay her down?” Rulie said calmly. Even with the nose bleeding, it seemed like a case of simple fainting. He wasn’t sure.

He didn’t seem to understand every single word Rulie said. This new Link was a bit protective, as the Captain came near to offer help to lay you down, he protectively wrapped his arms tighter around you. One could almost hear the hiss, even though nothing came out of his mouth. But the Sailor helped, gesturing a laying down motion. Then, he allowed the Captain to at least hold you for a bit, as he took out something from his belt, pressed on its… surface and a bedroll materialized, much to the surprise of others. Normally they would ask, but for now they laid you down slowly onto the bedroll.

Rulie carefully moved towards the bedroll you have been on, taking pieces of cotton from his bag. He made sure this Link saw what he was doing. Just pointed towards your nose and the material. He just wanted to stop the bleeding. The Champion just nodded. Rulie elevated your head a little bit, by rolling the bedroll and gently stuck the pieces of cotton to your nose. Your eyes were now closed, your breathing even. He checked you a bit, and overall, it didn’t feel like something was amiss physically at least.

“Just let her rest for now, okay? Rest? Do you understand?”

The Champion just nodded, he seemed to have understood this time. He leaned to a tree trunk nearby.

“Any idear wots the matter wi' 'er?" Sky started talking, as the rest of them gathered around the fire that Four lit while they were dealing with you.

“Don’t know, but I sense a lot of Great Fairy magic around her, some type of an enhancement that interacted with the residual magic of the portal,” Rulie replied. Time nodded as he spoke, "So, that be wha' felt so familiar. Fayrie magick. But I don't be feelin' it as much no more.”

At the mention of the word “fairy”, the Champion’s ears perked up, "Ni a gemmeris hi dhe'n peswar Great Fairies yn Hyrule."

“What?” was the collective response from the rest of the Links. This one seemed to have kind of understood them now, but they weren’t able to completely understand him yet. He just sighed and stayed silent.

The Vet spoke up, “It’s still there, but I think it’s fading… The last residue of the portal magic is also almost gone.”

"I knaa translation magic was too good ter be true anyways. I thought she had some kind of a jabber nut or summat.", the Smith said as he kindled the fire a bit more.

The Traveler sighed. It was much better when they all understood each other so clearly. Well, not like it was that bad now. Slowly, everyone went to sleep, except the new Link and the Traveler. He offered to be the first, as he wanted to check on you again. There was still one red potion in his bag, it wouldn't hurt to give it to you when you woke up. He showed it to Link, who was still by the tree, near where you were laying down.

“Know the red potion?” he asked, hoping he understood him.

“Yea,” he replied, “An potion ma a vydh kosel dhe heal 'er, right? "

The traveler blinked. This guy now sounded a bit more understandable. And the aura around you has decreased significantly.

“Great,” he smiled back at him. There was an awkward pause before Rulie decided to ask, to figure out what happened to you. He still didn’t understand much from what this guy was saying, but he could try.

“So she has… fairy enhancements, right?” he asked. The Champion nodded. Until you started shifting again, they tried to communicate somehow (more like tried to). What the traveler understood was that you were from “another place that is not Hyrule” and was able to confirm you were taken to four different Great Fairies. Well, whatever the place you are from, he could feel that you were different. Your ears were weird too, why were they round? He noticed it when he came to check on you. It was said that the ears of Hylians were long, so they could hear the messages from the heavens above.

Noticing you are awake, the Champion started talking with you, seeing you shift in the bedroll. The traveler had no idea what you were talking about, but he politely offered the red potion to you. He tried keeping his distance, to test something. He noticed that whenever he was near enough, whatever that Link or you spoke became complete gibberish again.

Huh.

When he moved a bit further, Link was understandable to an extent, but whatever you were saying was… something completely foreign. How were you even able to understand each other with him?! Meanwhile, he saw you drink and react to the potion, your face twisting like a LikeLike, it was hilarious. He couldn’t help himself but snicker. He came closer again, both to check on you, you seemed to be doing alright physically. I guess you thanked him, he supposed, nodded and just waved a hand, trying to say ‘It’s nothing’. He didn’t want to speak, because if this happened because of a fairy enchantment combined with the portal residual magic, there was a good chance that your brain simply… overloaded. He almost opened his mouth and closed it again, and pointed towards his bedroll, and made the gesture for sleep. You said something else to him, but it didn’t only sound gibberish, it sounded otherworldly. He just smiled back at you, at least he was glad you looked fine.

It was time to wake the Rancher anyway, he really wanted to get back to sleep. He moved towards where he was sleeping and woke him up. The ranch hand grunted, but he ended up getting up and Rulie went back to sleep, getting all cozy in his bedroll.

Twilight took a deep breath and leaned against a tree trunk, as he waited for everyone to fall asleep. Sure, strange things kept happening to them all the time, they met other versions of themselves, for Ordona’s sake , but the fact that they were able to understand each other so clearly for a moment, and then the effect disappearing, was a new thing. A new Link… He wasn’t sure how to feel. To him, he wasn’t very new . He wasn’t able to reveal his Hylian form as he was sent to his Hyrule some years ago, and then he was suddenly pulled back as his adventure ended. What a wild young man he was. Would he even remember him, recognize him? He seemed also very protective of the woman he came with. Maybe they were lovers? He wasn’t sure. He saw them snuggling to each other on a single bed roll after some type of bickering, but that wasn’t enough proof for him anymore, especially after seeing how the hero of the Skies didn’t think much of stuff like that. ‘Beds are for sleeping, and we slept in them, so what?’ he would say. Ah, the rancher sighed.

After making sure everybody went to sleep, he shifted.

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Wild was able to fall asleep so quickly, habits he supposed. That didn’t stop him from being a light sleeper though. He woke up to you shifting in the bedroll. He was still half asleep, as the haze of the sleep was still heavy on his eyelids. As you said something , he didn’t understand you at all. Was it too silent? No, he actually didn’t understand.

“What?” he said, as he saw your eyes were darting around, scanning the camp. Then you said something else. He raised an eyebrow, and repeated his question once again, with his sleepy hoarse voice. He was so tired. Maybe the lack of energy was just getting to him, or maybe you were also so tired you didn’t realize what you were saying. He asked if you were okay, that you sounded odd. He only heard you sigh and the stretch again, and then pulled you back to the bedroll. By Hylia’s name, he wasn’t able to get the scenes out of his head, scenes from only a night before. A red flush creeped into his cheeks as he pulled you back to himself once again, to the crook of his neck, and let the sleep embrace you both.

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As the sunlight hit his eyes, Wild woke up. It was a challenge peeling you off of him, as you grasped him like how a little baby would grasp an adult’s pinkie. After he escaped your grip, he took his slate out once again, seeing he still had some ingredients left. Cooking was always a good outlet to not think about things for now, as they would probably drive him crazy as easily. As he lost himself in the holy act of cooking, the others also started to wake up, including you.

The teenager looked extremely energetic, as he was shouting “Guid mornin'” to everyone. Oh? That actually didn't sound so bad to his ears. The others also started to greet him back in mumbles.

“Gude mornin,” Wild said, not particularly caring whether or not they understood at this point.

“Goo' mornin” came from multiple Links.

The teenager put his hands to his waist as he looked quite surprised, he pointed at Wild.

“He disnae speak oor Hylian, how?!”

Wild was taken aback. Sure, he sounded funny but understood what he meant perfectly fine. It wasn’t the case last night.

“Hey, I do understan' 'ee!" he replied to the Sailor. With the rest of the group and the newfound realization, they started the chitter chatter right away. Apparently, it was the Rancher’s Hyrule.

Meanwhile, you also woke up, they noticed. You looked quite distressed, Wild started to worry a bit. You said something once again towards the Rancher, in a language Wild didn’t understand. Nobody understood it really. There was an awkward, stunning pause. You looked quite lost. The guy with one eye open pointed towards you as he spoke.

"An' 'er? She spoke when we fust met?"

“Ai dunt knaa, aa didn't understand her at nait either." replied the Healer. Traveler, they called him, Wild remarked to himself.

"Woht? But she cle'arly spoke when we met,” the Rancher said, pointing the question more towards him. Damn, all of these people spoke so funny. But then he stopped stirring the stew he was preparing, as he looked at you. You got up, and started slowly moving towards him, your steps unsure, your eyes filled with desperation.

“Link?” was the only word he understood from your inquisitive sentence. Wild had absolutely no idea what you just said. He gulped. He tried to open his mouth, but the only two words that came out were ‘what’ and ‘how’.

The Vet, just cursed under his breath. Honestly, he didn’t hear him not-curse so far, even though for some reason it was always the teenager that got scolded for it.

Then Wild looked at you once again. He saw the blood drain from your face, the slow descent into panic. It was subtle, anybody else would have thought you were just a little bit surprised. Your breathing was quick. Even the rancher could feel from a distance that your heart beat was off the charts.

Suddenly, you stumbled a little bit, trying to hold onto something, but he got you.

He always got you.

He held your hands as he made you sit on the floor again, he sat in front of you, he held your hands in his and gestured you to take deep breaths.

“Hey, I’m here,” he softly spoke. He counted together with you till you calmed down. Just like how you did it with him, whenever a memory came to haunt him.

He was just returning the favor.

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“We're gonna gan t'my place,” the ranch hand said decisively, as the group kept following his lead, he was just idly chatting with the Captain since he didn’t understand much from the magic stuff either. Meanwhile, Wild never left your side, even for a bit, even as he spoke to the others.

The Traveler, the Old Man along with the Veteran and the Smith, were discussing what they could do about your situation. Since now they could all communicate somehow, except you, Wild was able to explain to them what happened. How you were found, how you were taken to the four Great Fairies so you could learn the language faster.

"Wor did the fairies actually say they would dee?" asked Rulie once again, to clarify.

“They sez so she could slowly unnerstan' and graps and commun'cate, make it all unnerstood,” Wild replied. It was now becoming more clear to Rulie. There was no way you were from any of their worlds. He shared his theory with the rest of them.

"Wot do yer mean? I ain't technically from Hyrule either, y'know." said Sky.

Rulie explained that he thought you would most likely be coming from another dimension. Legend agreed, having been to different places during his time.

"The only toime Ah felt that kind of diff'rence from a person was when Ah was in Lorule... an' even then, it wasn't this strong."

Time was simply nodding, as he didn’t think he had much to add to the discussion. He had been to Termina, but at least it was still similar enough to Hyrule.

Wild couldn’t deny any of the statements they made. He felt like something was tugging at his chest.

"So wha', wha' happened to 'er, will she ever unnerstan' us again?" He was slightly frantic.

Rulie explained his theory that the Great Fairy magic most likely affected you fundamentally, since how you were simply another being , your brain wasn’t able to comprehend the voices produced by them, just as they were not able to understand anything you said when you spoke your language, whatever it was.

Of course, this was met with a question from both Four and Wild, then how was it fine until now?

“Simple,” the Traveler explained. "Until then, she only 'ad t' deal wi' one Hylian. Everybody spoke the same thing, an' prob'ly in 'er heed, it was a language she was fam'liar wi' that was just warped. Now... wi' all of us 'ere... An' wi' the portal..."

Right. They also had to explain to Wild that the magic from the portals that take them, might sometimes affect the environment, and the auras they have. Making them… feel worse. Interfering with their magical items. This time, it decided to interfere with her aura. And with everything combined…

"So you'm sayin' she short circuited?" Wild said. Well, nobody knew what short circuiting meant. He sighed. At least it seemed like Rulie and the Legend understood him, or what he meant.

"If ye mean she owerloaded, aye. An' now the enchantment's gannin'.” Rulie said. The Vet continued his sentence for him. “ Though at least, since she spent quite some time with ye, absorbing the land’s magic, she kan at least learn the language mannally,” a pause. “...probably."

"I'd rec'ommend a jabber nut, but not sure if it'd work. It's only for the minish..." the Smithy added. Wild felt really frustrated, but tried not to show it. The discussion went on. They decided to possibly consult the spirit the Rancher mentioned, when they made it to their destination. Wild was quite reluctant about it, but hey…

Seeing that the “big boys” were having a serious discussion he absolutely eavesdropped on, Wind decided to try something. He looked at you, and noticed how tall you are compared to most of them. Combined with the complicated discussion he just listened to, he just decided to try to make conversation with you, in his own way. Just then, he noticed a cloud between the sea of clouds. There was a specific one that really looked like his ship with Tetra.

“Woah, mad…” he said out loud.

Why not?

He took your hand to get your attention, and pointed towards it. “Cloud!” he shouted.

As you replied to him with words he cannot comprehend, you made the shape of the cloud with your hands, drawing it into the air.

“Yes! Cloud!” he repeated again.

Four and Wild were watching the exchange from behind as the rest of them continued their chatter. If you weren’t able to say a simple word, if you weren’t able to comprehend their lexicon now, it was going to get much more complicated.

“Cl-oud, clo-ud,” you said, a bit awkwardly, but you were able to say it. That’s what mattered. Unbeknownst to you, a lot of the Links sighed internally.

“Aye, noo say it a few mair times," Wind said smugly, and made you repeat the word at least five more times. Sadly, they weren’t able to play it in reverse. You weren’t able to teach the language you spoke to them for now, it seemed.

After a while, Four also joined your little game of teaching you little words, there was yet hope after all, in this sea of confusion.

Maybe it was your power of understanding what they said, would help them figure out why you got involved with them in the first place.

Sky: Kentish Time & Twilight: Suffolk Wild: Cornish, and then English with Cornish accent Four: Norfolk Wind: Scottish Legend & Hyrule: Geordie (Newcastle) (Except at the start) As always, happy to answer your questions (or in case you didn't understand a thing they said) :3

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