Fantasy AU where Nursey is the prophesied hero on a quest to finally take down the tyrannical rule of the Chads. Dex is a fisherman who gets roped into sailing Nursey across a sea for his quest and unwillingly becoming the salty sidekick on the adventure
Some more on this AU
Bad Bob was the loving, kind king before the Chads took over
Bob, his wife Alicia, and his son Jack were like, the cutest family ever everyone loved them
The Chads were able to take over because they somehow got their hands on something that gave them ice powers
When the Chads take over, the Zimmermanns take refuge with the Bittles, a family of bakers a few towns over from the capitol.
(This got really long so the rest is under the cut)
okay so there have been a number of dexnursey fics involving nursey and his poetry? but in all of them dex figures out pretty quickly that they are about him, or nursey tells him? and I just like the idea that dex is completely oblivious to the fact that nursey is completely gone on him, and instead thinks that nursey must be crushing on someone else and so constantly chirps him about them. meanwhile poor nursey is doing everything in his power to keep his chill while desperately trying to keep dex from realising who they’re actually about?
YES!!! IM HERE FOR IT!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!! (under a cut bc it got way longer than i intended???? im so sorry??? oh my god???)
he finds out that he’s on the ace spectrum like. right when he gets to samwell because shitty basically welcomes his republican ass with a gender/sexuality lesson that’s more threatening than educational, but a few months later when he’s kept himself up at night and swallows his pride and googles “ace spectrum”, and what do you know, things make more sense.
dex thinking he’s completely sex repulsed at first, because he’s had girlfriends, and he liked them, but every time things would go past light making out, he felt super uncomfy and uninterested and just generally kinda Not Good, because he felt like he had to keep going, because what was his excuse not to?
(this poor boy has never had anyone tell him that “i don’t want to” is a good enough excuse before samwell. listen. dex grew up in a not great environment that he left with a WHOLE LOTTA ISSUES and a MESS OF INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA)
him sorting his shit out a bit and being like “FUCK ok so im definitely queer, im ace, and i have a BIG FUCKING CRUSH ON DEREK NURSE” by their sophmore year, because at that point him and nursey are fighting a lot less and spending a lot more time watching movies and accidentally falling asleep on each other and distracting each other from homework by texting each other links to stupid vines and youtube videos even though they’re RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER and honestly they’re just big dumb idiots who are so clearly falling for each other, and dex has a mild freak out when he realizes, but mostly he’s just annoyed.
Dex was not raised in a barn. He has manners. He has respect. He has a general sense of right and wrong. He says ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘excuse me.’ He gives up his seat on the bus for elderly people. He holds the door open for people behind him. He doesn’t steal or cheat, and he tries not to lie. And he knows it’s not okay to read someone’s work unless they want you to. He wasn’t one of the kids who always tried to read his classmates’ personal essays in class. He never pushes his friends to share the things they’re working on. Heck, he grew up living in the same room as his older brother, who definitely kept a journal under his mattress, and never even considered touching it.
So he knows Nursey’s poetry is off limits. It’s tempting, sure, to peek at the words Nursey spends hours and hours pouring over, scribbling down and scratching out and erasing and rewriting until his fingers cramp up. He doesn’t look, though. If Nursey wants to share his poetry with Dex he will. Dex doesn’t have the right to go snooping for it.
cute nurseydex stuff that will make you want to vom bc they’re so fucking cute:
ok im fully under the impression that these two would be so fucking extra when they finally get together. like. it took them so long to figure their shit out. when they finally get their shit together, it’s been building for months. years, even. they’d be all over each other
at first, chowder is so happy for them. they tell him by texting him a picture of them doing that gross, couple-y, one of us is holding the phone way too far away and both our eyes are closed, kissing selfies that every couple seems to have on facebook. chowder screams. he has to resist making it his lockscreen. he’s so fucking happy. he grins every time he sees them acting couple-y
this slowly turns into slight annoyance after he walks in on them making out for the fifth time in one week. also, they’re really loud. and the attic isn’t that far away and the walls of the haus are pretty thin, and between jack’s monthly visiting and his two best friends loudly going at it every fucking ten seconds, chowder is contemplating giving tango his dibs and moving back into the dorms for his senior year. at least him and farmer are considerate. c’mon guys.
They don’t tell the team right away. Not because they’re trying to hide anything, but because they figure it’s so obvious that they don’t need to.
Their friendship transitions so surprisingly easily into something more that it probably looks impossible from the outside. Strange, to say the least. Miraculous, maybe, but only if one really hadn’t been paying attention.
Dex now does homework with Nursey’s hand resting on the back of his neck, palm warm against the skin there and fingertips absently scratching up against the grain of Dex’s short hair and then softly back down.
Dex carries an extra beanie with him on cold days, and pulls it down over Nursey’s ears for him as they walk to class, despite Nursey’s token protests.
He forgets to eat breakfast on busy days, always has, but now finds black coffee and overpriced Annie’s banana nut muffins on his open textbook when he stops at his dorm room between his morning classes.
He smiles a little quicker, a little easier.
He still argues just as much as he ever did.
It’s… effortless. It’s good.
And okay, so maybe Dex has been waiting for the other shoe to drop this whole time–that’s just how his life tends to work–but he didn’t really expect said shoe to manifest in a stunned group silence at team breakfast in the wake of Nursey pressing a quick kiss to his temple as he sits down to join them.
It feels like the entire cafeteria freezes, even if it’s really just the chaos that is the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team during a mealtime suddenly stopping short in collective wonder.
The first time Dex lifted it, he would’ve told you it was weightless.
This time, five years later, he feels every ounce of that 34.5. This time, the cup is weighted down by the knowledge that this is the last time he’ll ever get it. The last time he’ll play in the NHL. The last celly he’ll have with his husband. It’s a good weight, he decides. He figures it’s probably as heavy as Claire was the first time he picked her up. It’s a good reminder of why they’re retiring, actually. They’d been talking about it from the beginning of the season, but the call that the adoption had finally, finally gone through in April had decided it. Going out on a win seemed like a fairy tale, but amazingly, impossibly, they pulled it out. When Dex hands the cup over to Nursey, they’re both crying.
By the time the parade rolls around, they’ve officially changed their names to Nurse-Poindexter – a little consistency that they’d both agreed would be good for Claire when they get her next week – Wednesday, to be exact. They’re both counting down the days. PR’s already got the press conference scheduled for Monday, and the media’s going crazy speculating that they’re retiring. It’s true, but Dex really doubts that will be the main focus of the media when they’re done.
“How long?”
It’s the million-dollar question, apparently. There’s no correct answer except forever.
“From the first time I saw him,” Nursey answers, and that seems about right.
Dex doesn’t think they could’ve planned this any better. Most of the media frenzy happens Tuesday, while they’re running around the house trying to be completely sure it’s ready for a four-year old with a penchant for getting into things she shouldn’t. Both of their families are there, holding their phones hostage and screening every call, just to be sure it’s not the adoption agency.
Nursey cries when Eichs brings over the present on behalf of the team. Three jerseys – 28, 24, and 2 – all under “Nurse-Poindexter.”
“Let me tell you, equipment had a hell of a time fitting all that on a toddler’s jersey,” Jack laughs.
Being back at KeyBank for the banner raising is heavy, and Dex can feel the waves of nerves coming off of Nursey. Claire can too, apparently, because she’s climbing all over him and tugging at his hair in what Dex can only imagine is an attempt to distract him.
Dex’s heart rate picks up when they start the roster. He holds his breath as he hears “Number 24, William Nurse-Poindexter.”
The crowd is cheering so loud Dex forgets to wave at the camera like he’s supposed to.
“Number 28, Derek Nurse-Poindexter.”
The roar gets even louder, and Dex thanks god for the headphones they put on Claire. Dex looks down to check on her, and has to laugh when he sees her pulling faces at the camera. He pulls her and Nursey both into a hug, and the noise reaches a crescendo. Eichs and the rest of the team are pounding their sticks on the ice, and Bylsma next to him is patting them both on the back.
@DNurse28: when your daughter asks for a @ChrisChowder jersey for Christmas because “Uncle Chris actually plays hockey, Daddy.” #wrekt
@WJPoindexter24: @DNurse28 #confirmed our daughter is a savage
@ChrisChowder: @WJPoindexter24@DNurse28 WHY DIDN’T SHE ALREADY HAVE MY JERSEY I’M HER GODFATHER
just moving along like everyone else 