#why is this nursey and dex
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hello i’m the op of the dex @ chuck e. cheese post and i think you’ll be delighted to know that not only do many employees have to wear the suit, they also have to be out of it and do other slightly humiliating things! it’s not just one guy in the suit, it’s a bunch of people on a rotating system. so people absolutely know that it’s him. also, if you aren’t in the suit, you might have to do a thing called “waking up chuck e” that involves dancing on a stage to a video with a bunch of children until chuck e. cheese shows up. (all of this is information gathered from the friend who worked there so it might be a little off.)
oh my god???? oh my god fhghjffgafjkfa thank you so much for this information i'm losing my mind. like at least the humiliation is shared so there's some solidarity there? but the whole "waking up chuck e" is bonkers like its for the kids i get it but oakafkjhfalkasjf afl;ashl. dex takes the job even though he submitted his resume to the wrong online job posting because they were the first to get back to him and because he needed the money and because "how bad can it be he's used to kids" and it's bad. but he doesn't hear back from any other places so he just. keeps working there. and lies to the boys about where he works because he's like "why the fuck would my friends ever end up in chuck e cheese they're whole adults" and that is his own foolish mistake because we all know the smh would love to organize an excursion to chuck e cheese. holster books his birthday party there. he informs the groupchat of this. dex checks his phone mid shift and his soul leaves his body when he reads the message.
#or alternatively#nursey and chowder know abt his job bc of course#but they are sworn to secrecy until he gets another one#and when he checks his phone mid shift#he sees like 30 messages in the frogs gc so he checks the smh one first#and immediately knows what the 30 messages from nursey and chowder are about#dex: did you fuckers tell him#chowder: no of course not and i'm offended you would think that#nursey: nah man you know he did that all on his own#chowder: honestly i'm not sure why any of us are surprised#dex: i hate that you're right c#nursey: so like are we going#dex: no#chowder: yes#nursey: lmaooooo#dex: absolutely not you can go without me i refuse to be associated with holster in that context#nursey: booooooo#nursey: cmon man give him SOME credit#chowder: wait he has a point i think holster wants to pregame#chowder: and that is his place of business#nursey: oh i'm taking edibles before for sure#nursey: but ugh fine we'll cover for you if needed#dex: you're all going to get banned from chuck e cheese and for one cannot wait#nursey: maybe so#chowder: we won't get banned#chowder: well ok maybe#answered#1-hat
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dex pining after openly out nursey, it's a classic we all love it okay BUT!!!!!!!! have we considered the far superior nursey pining after an openly queer dex??? will comes to Samwell after growing up in small town conservative Maine and dealing with homophobia on his Jr hockey teams and he decides he's not gonna hide at college he wants to be the role model he needed as a kid. and he absolutely Thrives!!! he's open and out and Radiant and he makes casual queer jokes with bitty and nursey (who is either closeted or hasn't realized his own identity yet) is just obsessed with him but doesn't understand Why so he just continues sulking and maybe staring a dex a bit too long during practice......
#LISTEN!!!! CONFIDENT QUEER DEX IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME!!!!#he's like: nursey wtf is wrong with u ur not a homophobe are u#and nursey is like: fuck no dude i have 2 moms!!! (nursey internally: wait what is wrong with me i keep thinking about him i hate him)#corley says stuff#omgcp#omgcheckplease#check please#nurseydex#derek nurse#william poindexter#tay dont look
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Omgcp characters as things my toddlers have said and done in the daycare I work at
Bitty: *wakes up from nap with his shirt halfway off, a shoe in one hand and a set of measuring cups in the other*
Jack: “Goose!!” *starts jumping up and down while giggling*
Shitty: *starts lecturing his friends unintelligibly, but it’s definitely a lecture*
Ransom: *only wants to hold hand with his bestie in the hallway, cries if he cant*
Holster: *hugs his best friend so hard, they both topple over and start crying, but they’re still hugging*
Lardo: *quietly orders her friends around while shoving fistfuls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch in her mouth*
Dex: *literally only plays with the singing tool set*
Nursey: *rolls into the classroom wearing some cool ass shades, but promptly trips over the ball he couldn’t see*
Chowder: *Happy Tappies at the thought of getting to run around with his friends*
Bonus:
Tango: *asks “why?” Anytime I ask him to do something*
#these are all true#toddlers are feral#the difference between toddlers and frat boys are surprisingly small in number#the one I gave for bitty inspired this post#omgcp#omg check please#omgcheckplease
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does this member of the smh have tiktok?
bitty: yes. makes them as an extension of his youtube channel. consumes tiktok as a way to avoid studying
holster: canonically chronically online so yes obviously! uses tiktok sounds in his regular vocabulary
ransom: yes but doesn’t use it regularly and has a screen time limit on the app. picks up the lingo from holster. proposes hockey shit as a series
shitty: has a moral opposition to tiktok but watches reels, does not know why this is funny
lardo: yes, but doesn’t get any of the popular stuff. literally like she’s on a different tiktok to everybody else
nursey: yes are you kidding me? makes the occasional aesthetic video to 30k followers. always knows which tiktoks holster is referencing. on booktok but like the good part
chowder: yes. makes sharks fan cams and is surprisingly good at tiktok dances
dex: no, but nursey and chowder send links on their group chat and he will watch them on his web browser
jack: absolutely not. he does watch youtube shorts though but 99% of the time it’s by accident
#canon that holster has 6hrs a day on tiktok so here we are#omgcp#tag yourself i’m nursey#i do not have 30k followers though let’s just say
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They've been studying in Founders for a few hours when Nursey says, apropos of nothing, “Get me a blueberry muffin too?”
Dex and Chowder both glance up at him; Dex, who’s been tapping his right hand against the table faster and faster for the past few minutes, stills for a moment, then nods and stands.
“Yeah, sure,” he says, shutting his computer. “Chris, you want anything from Annie’s?”
“Um,” Chowder says, “when did you say you were going?”
“Oh, he didn’t,” Nursey supplies. “But he was getting all fidgety.”
Dex shrugs in confirmation.
“Okay,” says Chowder, who, until now, would have been pretty sure that Dex works in total stillness from the start to the end of a project. “I’ll take an iced latte. Wait, Cait’s last class is over soon, can I ask if she wants something too?”
“Sure,” Dex says.
Chowder sends the text. While they wait for a response, Nursey goes back to work (on an… essay? of some sort? Chowder’s not really sure), and Dex remains standing, scrolling on his phone. Cait replies a few minutes later.
“She wants an oat milk matcha latte and a croissant,” Chowder reports.
Dex nods once, frowning. “One blueberry muffin, one iced latte, one oat milk matcha latte, and a croissant.” When no one corrects him, he nods again. “Be back soon.”
And then Chowder’s brain breaks, because Nursey, who’s clearly absorbed back in his task, raises his head a little, not even really looking away from his computer screen, and Dex steps forward and kisses him on the mouth.
Chowder hears himself make a noise like a dying fish. They both look over at him, because the kiss was really short, and it’s over now. It wasn’t a real kiss, just a little ‘goodbye see you soon’ kiss, which Chowder can recognize because he kisses Cait that way all the time, and Bitty kisses Jack like that, and Chowder’s aunt and uncle who actually still like each other kiss each other like that. Why the fuck are Dex and Nursey kissing like that??
“Oh,” Dex says after a moment. “Uh.”
Nursey has gone back to his work, but, sensing the atmosphere, looks up. “What? Oh.”
“Is there something you guys want to tell me?” Chowder can tell his voice has gone up roughly two octaves, but he doesn’t know what to do about it.
They look about equally sheepish.
“We’re, uh, practicing?” Nursey suggests finally, at the same time that Dex says, “Nursey has a thing for blueberry muffins.”
Chowder stares at them. “Sit down,” he says to Dex, who sits. He takes a breath. “Okay. I don’t know what’s going on, but you guys have been acting weird all day. I saw you holding hands on the way to practice. And—and looking at each other. All day! A lot!”
Dex raises an eyebrow, but Chowder plows on. “It’s like you’re together all of a sudden, but you can’t be together, because Nursey would be way smugger right now if you just got together. And you don’t seem like you just started dating. It’s more like you’ve been together for ages. But you’re both terrible at secrets.” He feels like he’s unraveling a puzzle. “And if you were keeping it a secret, why would you make it so obvious now? It doesn’t make sense! None of it—wait.” He has an idea and bites his bottom lip, considering. “Nursey, can you open Instagram?”
“What?”
“Open Instagram,” Chowder repeats, feeling more sure by the second. “On your phone.”
“Uh,” Nursey says. He fumbles at his phone, the way he’s been fumbling it all day. Chowder watches him tap the phone screen as if expecting that to turn it on before catching himself and pressing the power button. Then it takes him almost fifteen seconds to navigate to the app: he tries to swipe up instead of sideways three separate times, and clearly doesn’t recognize the icon when he first sees it. Finally, he gets it open and says, weakly, “See? Easy.”
Dex thunks his forehead gently against the table.
“Okay,” Chowder says slowly. “Stop me if I sound crazy. But what if the reason you both clearly don’t know how to use your phones, and forgetting to go to your classes, and talking about how young we all are, is because,” he pauses, “you’ve been replaced with future versions of yourselves. When you’ve graduated and have cool new phones and have been dating for ages.”
He finishes, cringing a little at how silly it sounds out loud, but Dex and Nursey are staring at him, wide-eyed.
“Uh,” Nursey says finally. “Yeah, that… the second one.”
Chowder blinks, then feels himself grin. “So you two do get together! That’s ‘swawesome! I’m so happy for you guys! I knew you’d make a great couple! Do you live together? Where do you live? How long have you been together? How did you start dating?” He pauses. “Wait, how far in the future are you from? Why are you here? Are me and Cait still together in your world? Are we all still friends?”
Dex and Nursey exchange a look. Chowder can’t read the conversation that passes between them, but after a moment, Dex’s shoulders drop down, and he takes Nursey’s hand in his. That makes Chowder’s brain spaz out a little: if the rest of… everything hadn’t been enough to convince Chowder that these Dex and Nursey aren’t the ones he knows, this would: he literally can’t imagine Dex willingly reaching out for affection. Especially from Nursey. Wow, the future must really be different.
“Okay, so,” Nursey says, grinning. “First thing, Dex and I aren’t dating, we’re married.”
Dex rolls his eyes.
“And second, here’s how it all went down.”
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thanks for reading! i'll post the second part in a few days. and as usual here's the ao3 link if you want to leave me a kudos/comment :)
#this scene is so random but it was like in my head#so therefore voila & here you go#nurseydex#omgcp#check please#fic#the frogs#my check please thoughts
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Happy birthday to my brother in all things polyfrogs, @atlasthemayor !!
i drew da boys just for u 😘 (chowder and dex are so easy to dress, idk why nursey makes it so difficult for me dkjfh)
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ID: Knees up of Chowder, Nursey, and Dex standing together on a white background. Nursey, wearing a long sleeved pale mustard shirt with thumb holes, a dark blue puffy vest, a thin green scarf, and dark wash jeans, has his arms thrown around the others’ shoulders and is leaning in between them with a grin. Chowder, wearing a sharks zip up hoodie and medium wash jeans, smiles back easily, hand grasping on to Nursey’s over his chest. His mouth is open around the smile, likely in the middle of infodumping and refusing to be interrupted by surprise affection. Dex, wearing a red plaid flannel with sleeves rolled to the elbow open over a white tee shirt, light wash jeans, and an analog watch, has one hand in his pants pocket and the other gripping Nursey’s wrist. He is half turned towards Nursey, teeth bared as if going to scold him for his clinginess, but is fighting a smile and losing. /end ID
#omgcp#check please#polyfrogs#nurseydex#dexnursey#nurseychow#nurseshark#chowdex#mlm#my art#fanart#image described
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there’s so many ppl enabling me in the notes of this post, so here enjoy some Thoughts i’ve had about the nurseydex maine road trip so far:
they do a road trip up the coast of maine over fall break their senior year so that nursey can see acadia national park while the leaves are changing
william “acts of service” poindexter decides that it is his Responsibility as nursey’s captain and fellow d-man to become maine’s official tour guide barbie. he plans the entire thing out and even prints them little itineraries and maps and shit because this boy is nothing is not Efficient
nursey makes them stop to see every single lighthouse they go anywhere near just to be a little shit (there are 65 lighthouses in maine, this would take So Long even if you just stopped at like a quarter of them)
the only canonical reference i could find for any actual locations in maine in the comic is that dex said his uncle who owned the lobster fishing boat he worked on over the summers lived in portland
(a side note to the above, i find this hilarious. portland is an pretty solidly liberal urban city - imagine a very small boston - and not somewhere you’re very likely to find small family-owned lobster fishing boats, at least in my experience. it would make way more sense for his uncle to live somewhere like rockland but i digress)
dex is 100% positive that nursey would Love portland so he carves out two whole days of their trip for them to stay with his uncle and explore. they go to the art museum and old port and the port head lighthouse and the top of the world lookout at fort sumner park and all the little shops and hidden places dex had found from living there every summer for years
nursey does end up loving portland but it might be more about the boy that shows it to him
even though his uncle lives in portland, i am still personally convinced that dex’s family mostly lives around the rockland area. i will go on a rant about nursey meeting dex’s close family another time, but while they’re in rockland, nursey continues his dedication to seeing all the lighthouses he can by forcing dex to make the almost mile long trek out to the breakwater lighthouse with him (don’t think about them standing alone next to this little building almost a mile out from land. the wind is chilly and strong and it makes dex’s hair look ridiculous and his cheeks flush and nursey definitely doesn’t want to kiss him ITS FINE ITS CHILL)
dex has them make a detour up to bangor and surprises nursey with going to see stephen king’s house. he doesnt understand why people are interested in looking at some dudes house At All but he does know nursey would love it so he does it anyways. the fence is cool and nursey gets so excited he almost face plants jumping out of the car, so dex counts it as a success
some random places i feel like dex would make them stop at along the way: freeport (nursey is both so confused and so delighted by just Everything about that place, but he loses his mind over the mcdonald’s and the ll bean outlet), ogunquit (dex purposefully takes highway 1 instead of the maine turnpike going towards portland so that they drive through ogunquit and he can see nursey’s face when he realizes they’re driving through the single gayest town he’s ever seen in his life and it’s in southern maine), moose point state park (there are a billion lil state parks in maine but i just randomly like this one in particular idk i think it’s cute), camden hills state park (it’s too foggy when they get there to drive up to the top so nursey makes them go on a hike instead so they didn’t “waste their time.” they get lost within like 10 minutes and are wet from the fog by the time they make it back to the car like 2 hours later), the desert of maine (it’s kinda boring to dex bc he’s seen it a dozen times since he was a kid, but nursey gets enthralled by the science behind it so it’s worth it), cushing (this is where the famous painter andrew wyeth lived at the olson house and was the subject of a lot of his work and i just feel like nursey would have fun seeing this place)
when they eventually make it to acadia, nursey ends up spending like two solid hours just sitting at sargent peak staring out over everything and desperately scrawling out lines of poetry into his notebook (dex spends most of those 2 hours staring at nursey but somehow doesn’t notice that nursey definitely isn’t writing about the scenery)
#im thinking about legitimately writing this out but hoo boy it'd end up being so long#will anyone actually see this? no probably not but it was fun to get it out of my head lol#lmk if any of you want me to add pics of these places so you have reference for wtf im talking about without having to google everything#nurseydex#derek nurse#william poindexter#omgcp#nurseydex maine roadtrip au
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Congratulations on 400 followers! I’m newish to the fandom and your blog was one of the first I followed!
Pair: Nursey/Dex
Song: 28
Vibes: first date (can include smut if it fits in)
Congratulations again!!!!
thank you so much and welcome to the fandom!! this is only the second time i've written nurseydex and it's an honor to do so for you ❤️ i did not manage to squeeze the smut in but i did provide the lead-up so i hope that's acceptable. please enjoy these banana nut muffins being dorky and awkward on their two first dates
28. nurseydex + first date + I Love You More Than You Think by Rizzie Kicks for @hrtstppr95
I think that we know that we know each other really well
I know I wanna know you for the rest of my life
Because no matter the length of time that’s gone by
When I see you, it’s fine
It’s like I just saw you last night
Dex is thinking about why fancy restaurants invest in stupid shit when Nursey says, “Poindexter, I don’t think this is working.”
Their table is a good one, tucked into a private corner and partially hidden by a big potted plant. The downside to this is that apparently nobody thought to install overhead lighting in this swanky Boston seafood bar, and the candle holder—which, for some reason, is shaped like a miniature lobster wearing a chef’s coat—is doing a terrible job at casting light on the worried expression that Nursey is wearing. Dex looks down at his clenched hands in his lap and can’t help but mirror what he can see of the frown.
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God, he knew he was going to fuck this up. Dex doesn’t do a lot of standing on ceremony, but even he can admit that first dates are a big deal, that they deserve care. When Nursey had come to him with this grand plan for a fancy, candlelit dinner, his treat, he’d known it might be uncomfortable, that he might have to pretend to get it. This kind of thing isn’t him, not at all.
But it is Nursey. He looks right here, casually elegant in a blazer he doesn’t wear to games, half-empty glass in his hand with the ice clinking soft at the bottom. He’s been so excited for this, talking it up all week to anyone who’d listen. Of course it’s Dex who doesn’t fit in. Four years in this weird parallel world to the one he’s used to and he still can’t make himself take the shape of someone who belongs in both.
“No,” he agrees, eyes dropping back to his hands. There’s a long fresh scar along the base of his thumb, the brightest thing in the room. “Sorry.”
“Shit—Dex, no.”
Nursey’s hand appears in his field of view, warm and brown and stark against the tablecloth. Dex looks up, surprised, and finds Nursey’s face much better lit and clearly concerned.
“I just meant, like—you look uncomfy, dude.” He bounces the outstretched hand lightly on the table until Dex reaches up to still it with his own. “Are you having a good time?”
“Oh.” He feels wrongfooted by how much Nursey notices. “Uh, yeah, I guess… not really.”
The thought’s only out there for half a second before he scrambles after how wrong it sounds in the air between them. “I mean, with you, yeah. But it’s, um, fancy here. Didn’t wanna… ugh, it’s stupid.”
“It’s not.” Nursey considers the watery Coke in the bottom of his glass, then drains it in one. “That’s not on you, ‘kay? I should have thought of that.”
The ensuing silent discussion, born of many years of finely honed skill at arguing silently on the ice, leads to an agreement that they need to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. Nursey flags down the server for the check; Dex lets go of Nursey’s hand on the table and spends the next ten minutes cussing out the stupid lobster, who, thankfully, does not respond.
They don’t speak again until they’re back in Nursey’s (asshole) Jeep. The parking lot is packed; the only space they’d been able to find is out in the farthest row from the restaurant, looking down the hill that faces Route 9. The air is freezing in the way that precedes a blizzard. Every leaf is crackling with frost, and even with the doors closed and the engine shuddering to life, Dex can see his breath.
He can see Nursey’s, too, when he says, “Dude, I’m really sorry.”
“S’okay.” Dex shivers. “Really. Not your fault I can’t hang.”
“Poindexter, come on.” The collar of Nursey’s sweater is folded funny over the top of his coat. Dex’s eyes stick on it. “That’s not it. I should have picked somewhere we would both have fun.”
Asshole Dex says in his head, Oh, you think?
Civilized Human Dex, perched on his other mental shoulder, says, Hey, you agreed to this. Be an adult.
Dex the Walking Basket Case tips his head back into the seat and wonders how long the chirps would last if he fessed up to talking to himself like this. Out loud he says, “It’s really okay, Nurse. ‘Sides, night’s young.”
Nursey turns the heat up as high as it’ll go, makes that noise that means okay, I’ll bite. He reaches over and folds Dex's fingers into the warmth of his palm, a conciliatory gesture that Dex can never admit makes him feel all soft in the middle like a homemade Bittle pie. “That’s true,” he says. “Any ideas?”
Dex leans on the cold window, lets it chill his overheated skin. Without really thinking about it, he says, “We could go skate.”
It’s more to break the silence that’s fallen than anything else. When he turns back around, though, it’s to find Nursey looking at him with interest.
“What, at Faber?”
“Yeah.”
“Isn’t it locked?”
Against all odds, Dex finds himself smirking. “Come on, Nurse, I’m the captain. You think I don’t have keys to our own rink?”
Nursey’s grinning too, now. This is what Dex loves and hates about him, the way it comes so easily. He never wants that to change, no matter how much he used to tell himself otherwise. Despite this failure of a night, he thinks, he’s happy.
“Well,” Nursey drawls. “‘Swawesome.”
He pulls their hands apart and squeezes Dex’s thigh twice. Dex bats him away, smile stretching despite himself, and says, “Just drive.”
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Faber is cold and quiet, no signs of life but the hum of the heating vents far above. Dex hits the ice first, sketches a long, curving line towards the box and then back toward the bench. He can’t really see Nursey, but hears him follow through the dark just the same.
The air between them is suddenly charged, heavy. They don’t speak. They don’t even really skate together, each carving their own loops at opposite ends of the ice, watching each other out of the corners of their eyes. Dex feels oddly naked. It’s a weird combination of silk tie and suit pants and his grimy skates, marked up by the years.
He stops on the blue line, bracketed by a big white square of moonlight. The windows are gorgeous, especially without the fluorescents to compete, framing the sky and the spreading branches of the linden tree that Shitty always told the story about getting stuck in. In three or four months they’ll play their last game here, a thought that settles leaden and cold in Dex’s stomach. He watches a cloud pass over the moon. If there’s someone out there to hear him, he thinks, then let them hear him wish, desperately, for five more minutes.
Someone does hear, because there’s sudden warmth at his back. Nursey’s chin settles heavy on his shoulder, and his hands curl around Dex’s bare forearms. Dex leans back and lets Nursey hold him for no reason other than that he likes to, and Dex likes it when Nursey likes the things he does.
“Feel better?”
It’s a whisper. Dex’s whole body goes cold, then hot.
“Yes,” he says.
“Good,” says Nursey, nosing into the side of Dex’s neck. “Nice save.”
Dex shrugs and feels Nursey’s head move with him. He has the weirdest sense that the two of them have become the same being, moving in tandem, breathing as one. “I wouldn’t mind doing dinner again,” he says. “Don’t want you to think it wasn’t a good date.”
Nursey frees his thumbs from where they’re tucked under his fingers and runs his hands lightly up and down Dex’s arms. “Well, I’m flattered,” he says. “Still. We’re just two college idiots, man, no need for fine dining just yet. Sorry.”
Annoyance sparks in Dex’s gut. He was starting to enjoy this, feels like he doesn't need to be reminded every five minutes of how sorry they both are about the whole thing. “Will you stop apologizing,” he groans, and goes to turn around, but Nursey’s massive hands clamp down swiftly on his arms, and he freezes in place.
“No,” Nursey says.
Dex’s heart is suddenly slamming against his ribs, just like that. Huh. Mood officially un-killed.
“As a matter of fact,” he continues, “I was thinking about how to make it up to you.”
Oh—oh.
Dex is not the poetry guy of the two of them, but Nursey makes him feel like that last long look before a kiss. Maybe they don’t make sense together. Maybe they’re only going to belong in each other’s lives for a little while. College relationships can be like that. But here, now, Dex is in the place where he and Nursey became a team twice, and that means something. Dex knows it does.
“Yes,” he says.
Nursey finally releases him and spins him around so they’re facing each other. He quirks an eyebrow, but he’s smiling, and the moon in his eyes is huge and bright.
“You didn’t even hear my proposition, Poindexter. I had this whole—”
Dex cuts him off with a kiss. The two of them together might not be logical or satisfying, but they’re a damn good twist ending, and besides. The night is young, and he knows what he wants.
When he says yes again, Nursey just shakes his head, laughs, and pulls him towards the tunnel to the locker room.
#will poindexter#derek nurse#nurseydex#omgcp#omgcheckplease#my writing#efickegster 2024#this was such a fun one#i would really like to write the smut this was just getting too long#would def come back to this one#anyway ENJOY
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In an omgcp phase again, and one of my favourite nurseydex headcanons has to be that dex is gay, comfortable in his sexuality, and simply doesn't feel the need to come out to anyone in the house (he doesn't talk about his personal life so why would he mention his sexuality?)
and then this leading to assumptions of homophobia/he's seen kissing a boy at a kegster and everyone freaks that he's experimenting/all of those kind of tropes
like fics where nursey panics that dex is using him to solve a gay panic crisis when he comes onto him when dex has been with more men than nursey has, purely because dex dresses and acts like the straightest white boy alive
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Dex: [Entering the subway] Nurse, you've lived here your whole life. Why do think so many New Yorkers feel the need to combine public transportation with public urination?
Nursey: You know, it's part of the charm.
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3:00am, haus kitchen
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The Haus is still for once.
The kegster had wound down around one in the morning, the last hangers on gently but firmly ushered out the door by the lethal combination of Bitty’s implacable Southern manners and the looming presence of Ransom and Holster, standing just behind him. Even the most devoted partiers caved in the face of such a menacing one-two punch. (Everyone also knows that Bitty’s the scarier part of that combination—Holster and Ransom are just the muscle.)
Jack had been in bed by ten. Shitty and Lardo had disappeared to the reading room around midnight. Holster had piggy-backed Ransom up the stairs to the attic just before the Frogs left, Chowder held up between the ever-bickering Nursey and Dex as they stumbled back to their dorm. He and Ollie were the only ones crashing at the Haus tonight since tomorrow was their designated Bake Tester/Bitty Bonding day. Ever since Bitty had moved in, Ollie and Wicky and Bitty had to schedule their trio bonding time. It was depressing, having to schedule what was once as easy as calling across the hall from their dorm to his, but now they were guaranteed first crack at Bitty’s baked goods.
Ollie himself had conked out on the couch before the frogs left. Normally Wicky would be right there with him, buried in a blanket nest on the floor, but he’s too fucking wired. He wishes he could say it’s the result of whatever Shitty had dumped in the tub juice this time around, but he knows better. He’s not thinking about the why though. He can’t. If he looks at it too closely, he might explode.
So he cleans instead.
Wicky picks up solo cups and empty cans and soggy confetti (who let Shitty have access to a bunch of party poppers?). He sops up puddles of mystery liquid and gathers lost hoodies and hats and socks (Socks? Who is going barefoot at a kegster?) to put in the box of the porch once the sun comes up. The set of car keys he finds, he pins to the corkboard—Ransom or Holster will know whose keys they are and can get them back to their owner. Wicky wipes the stickiness off the kitchen counters and table and sweeps the floor. He’s just bagging up the trash when a soft, concerned Wicky? comes from the doorway.
He spins to see Ollie in the doorway, looking adorably confused as he hides a yawn in his shoulder.
“Thought you were asleep, Ollie,” he says, quietly so he doesn’t wake the rest of the Haus.
“I thought you were gon’ sleep. What’re you doin’?”
“Just too amped from the party, I think. Got a jump on the clean up. Figure Bitty would appreciate—”
“Wicky.” Ollie cuts him off, mid-ramble. “Was it— Are you—” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Should I back off?”
Wicky’s mouth goes dry. Apparently Ollie doesn’t want to let him continue to ignore the root cause of his restlessness. Rude of him, but it sort of sounds like—
“Back off?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. You were right there next to me on the dance floor.”
Wicky gulps. “You— you weren’t just…”
“Jesus fucking christ, Wicky. I wasn’t just anything when I pulled you against me by the back of your neck. I wanted you pressed as close as possible. I thought you wanted that, too.”
“Oh.”
“But it clearly made you uncomfortable enough that you’re cleaning at three in the morning, so. Do you want me to back off?” Ollie repeats, meeting his eyes squarely.
“Just, to confirm, or whatever. You were flirting with me tonight?”
“I’ve been flirting with you for weeks, Pace.” He rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Or trying to anyway. I couldn’t really get a read on whether you were flirting back or not. Tonight was a chance to see if you would.”
“Oh.”
In the quiet that stretches between them, Wicky can’t hear anything but the thundering of his heartbeat in his ears. Ollie has been flirting with him. For weeks. Flirting with him.
“I’m really gonna need you to say someth—mphff.”
Wicky cuts Ollie’s words off with a kiss. He pulls Ollie as close as possible, deliberately mirroring their positions from earlier tonight. He’s got one hand on his waist, the other cupping the back of Ollie’s neck, holding him firmly in place. He’s not sure how long they kiss for, only that it feels fucking amazing, his best friend matching every movement of his mouth. It feels sheets warm from the dryer—safe and comfortable, lived in.
He kind of never wants it to stop.
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Dex had never actually seen a ghost, but he knew they existed. Knew it deep down in his bones, whatever Nursey might think. Why Nursey was co-owner of a ghost removal and small home repair business when he didn't believe in ghosts and was patently incapable of safely operating power tools was a mystery Dex declined to examine too closely.
Or, Dex and Nursey head off to a definitely-not-haunted mansion in the middle of the woods to do some extensive minor home repairs. Featuring frankly rude messages via spirit box, huddling for warmth (and for absolutely no other reason thanks very much), certainly not Chekov's giant bathtub, an obscene number of not sexy bruises, and a boiler we are all going to suspend our disbelief re: the operation of.
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Does anybody else think about how the SMH Boys are paying rent to the Haus? Like Bitty prob gets cash from his YouTube channel, Jack and Shits have rich parents, but what about Rans, Holster and Lardo? And Dex Nursey and Chowder? Do they all have some secret jobs? Also, who gets paid the rent?? And why, does the team not own the house??? DO THEY HAVE A MORTGAGE? DOES JOHNSON COLLECT THE RENT?
@ngoziu please give me an explanation
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dex: olives on a pizza is fucking criminal derek
nursey: well ANCHOVIES on a pizza is serial killer behaviour william and you make me sick!
chowder: did u guys know you can… like. split a pizza. and put different toppings on each side??
dex:
nursey:
dex: why the fuck would we do that
nursey: yeah chris what???
chowder:
#christopher chow does an office style look to the camera#this is dumb i’m sorry you can scroll past#the joke is they like to share a pizza but they also like to argue about it. do u get it#william defo has anchovies btw#frogs#nurseydex#kinda
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trying to write a fic where nursey & dex are together, it’s not even a secret, but dex is so pda-averse and nursey is so generally touchy-feely that no one realizes it. this hypothetical fic features “hey guys, who do you think nursey’s gonna take to winter screw,” dex casually saying “me, why?” and sheer confusion from the rest of the team.
of course, the actual nurseydex dynamic is more like:
nursey: baby, you brought me coffee? you’re the--
chowder: FINE FINE FINE
nursey: --best, and also so fucking hot, i love you--
chowder: FINE. PAY A FINE
nursey: --so much. [he winks and hands chowder a five]
dex, bright red & blatantly pleased, to nursey: i wish you’d kill yourself.
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It's Graduation Day!!! We hope you enjoy the final set of wonderful works from our Day 6 creators!
Dream of the Pale Blue Lobster - Rated T - 3,567 words (Chapter 1/7)
Featuring: Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter
Summary: Nursey writes a bestselling novel that features a unique pastel-colored lobster that lives in a New England public aquarium. As part of a Netflix series based on the book, Nursey tracks down the lobster boat that caught and provided the specimen to the facility. Captain Dex has no time to spare for all of this artsy nonsense, but Nurse is unexpectedly charmed by Dex. And quite persistent in his quest to know more about him. Why is his boat named that? Why does he always wear this particular hat? How uniform is the distribution pattern of his freckles? What does he look like when he smiles?
These are important questions that Nursey really needs answers to.
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Et Cetera - Rated G - 4,857 words
Featuring: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter, Kent "Parse' Parson & Jack Zimmermann, Alicia Zimmermann/Bob Zimmermann, Richard "Coach" Bittle/Suzanne Bittle
Summary: A collection of letters from the royal archives detailing, among other things, the beginnings of the courtship between Princes Jacques Laurent Zimmermann and Eric Richard Bittle.
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out of tune - Rated T - 4.463 words
Featuring: Kent "Parse" Parson/Jack Zimmermann
Summary: Kent Parson is leaning against an open doorway, looking out at the stage and watching the girl working the lights adjust settings on her control desk. He’s scheduled for soundcheck in half an hour, but he’s always early. It’s a remnant from his days playing only these kinds of venues, the sketchy basement clubs with malfunctioning lights and dirt-cheap vodka sodas. The ones where you have to show up on time, or they’ll just shrug and let the next band play instead. The kinds of venues even a scrappy college-dropout kid from Buffalo with too many feelings he didn’t know what to do with except channel into guitar riffs and angry breakup songs got to play in.
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Samwell Acres - Rated G - 2,525 words
Featuring: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Adam Birkholtz & Eric Bittle & Larissa Duan & Shitty Knight & Justin Oluransi & Jack Zimmermann,
Summary: Denice Ford is excited for her new job at a retirement home. The residents on the floor she's in charge of are a little more... energetic than one might expect.
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And I'd choose you - Rated G
Featuring: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Larissa "Lardo" Duan/Shitty Knight, Adam "Holster" Birkholtz/Justin "Ransom" Oluransi
Summary: In which we get to see a bit of Samwell's Men Hockey Team on an universe with Daemons (external physical manifestation of a person's soul that takes the form of an animal)! Inspired by the book series "His Dark Materials".
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