Derek Nurse’s interracial gay parents from New York are actually Captain Holt and Kevin from Brooklyn Nine-Nine.
This is so funny when you imagine Captain Holt and Kevin reacting to like 90% of the words that Nursey chooses to say.
nursey on the phone in the next room: bagels are inherently gay
holt and kevin: How Did We Raise This
the other side of this:
drunk nursey: dex is not, as the kids say, awake.
chowder, in awe: do you mean woke?
nursey: I did mean ‘woke’, but it’s grammatically incoherent.
“You two just need to bone.” “How dARE you Derek Nurse I am your faTHER…” … “BOOONNEEEE”
“What your father and I do in the bedroom is none of your concern!” — “BOOOOONEEEEEEE????!!”
Nursey: *yelling about something and arguing with his parents*
Captain Holt: “Derek, go to your room. I think you need to have some, as you say, ‘pound symbol me time’ to ‘pound symbol ‘chillax’’ before you continue to speak to your father and I in that tone of voice.”
On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair
Nursey/Dex(This was totally a prompt from ages ago that I just saw again and finished)
The annual Literature Evening wasn’t going too badly for Dex. Sure, there were mosquitoes everywhere and the lawn was damp under his shorts, but the readers were passionate and sometimes even funny.
He picked at the grass, his fingers slipping from the condensation. A chuckle escaped him while he listened to the girl with the mic; she was describing an awkward make out session in relentless detail. It was cringe-worthy and, apparently, relatable to many people in the audience, going by their sympathetic sighs and murmurings of agreement.
The orange lights shown brighter in the gazebo while the world around them slowly inched into a pale purple. Filtering through branches, twinkling sunlight misted the lawn. There was a ladybug crawling on Dex’s finger. The girl made another quip, the crowd laughed.
Nursey hadn’t gone up yet; every time there was an opening, an expectant pause before the previous reader sat and another stood, Nursey would straighten up to only falter.
“Just do it, man.” Dex nudged him. It wasn’t very hard, seeing as they were already sitting with shoulders brushing. Dex tried not to linger on it. “You picked all your pieces already, right?”
Nursey nodded in a way that wasn’t as casual as he probably wanted, “Chyeah. ‘Course.” Dex’s gaze followed the bob of his Adams apple.
“You got this.”
“’Chyeah. ‘Course.”
This time Dex rolled his eyes. “You said that already.”
“Oh.” He sighed, “Fuck.” Then he shook his head, as if to shake something out of his hair.
Dex’s entire line of sight narrowed down to the movement. The girl’s story was muffled to his ears, he no longer felt the grass between his fingers. All his brain computed was the evening light bouncing off of Nursey’s hair. Amber sparks against his dark, tightly coiled, beautifulhair.
People always told Dex that his own hair looked like fire in the sunlight.
He thought Nursey’s deserved some praise.
“You’re beautiful.” Dex whispered. He blinked. “Your poetry,” He said, coughing, “it’s beautiful.” His face burned.
Nursey looked up, mouth open.
“You forreal, Dex? You think it’s good enough?” Nursey was giving him these painfully hopeful eyes.
With no control of his mouth, Dex said, “Yeah. Completely.” Then, he shoved Nursey again. “Now get your ass up there, Nurse, before I leave you here.” There. That was less humiliating.
Nursey nodded and laughed lightly. “Can’t have that now, can we Dexy?” He pushed himself up and walked over to the edge of the gazebo.
Dex’s heart hammered in his ears. The previous participant stepped down and Nursey took their spot. He jostled with the microphone before clearing his throat.
He began.
A feeling squirmed in Dex’s gut. He was lost in Nursey’s tall limbs, the way he gesticulated for emphasis, how his lips moved around the words.
The sun set around him, bright oranges reaching all around his figure.
He truly is beautiful.
Nursey’s eyes roamed the lawn until they hit Dex’s. A smile grew on his face, warping the tone of his sentence.
Okay, so we’ve had Virgin!Dex before and let’s be honest, I love that like the next person because I can just see it really well but think about: Virgin!Nursey!
I know what you’re gonna say, he’s so confident, so self-assured, he’s so chill. He probably has tried out all of the things, he’s curious. I agree, I totally do. He probably informed himself because hell yes, he is curious but he is also really romantic? Now imagine Nursey, promising himself that he’ll wait for someone special. Nursey who has to listen to his Andover pals talking about their sex-lifes, acting like Nursey is a total expert because obviously, he’s so fucking pretty. But Nursey totally isn’t? Like, yeah, he read about things. He’s seen porn and he imagined having sex but he…never has?
Though he might not say any of this to anyone, there are a lot of things Nursey likes about Dex. The brilliant shade of his hair. The way he never backs down from a fight. The jutting lines of his collarbone. His ability to constantly challenge Nursey. The way he looks in snapbacks. Nursey’s list goes on and on, but what Nursey likes about him the most are his hands, and what he can do with them.
One morning before practice, Nursey watches Dex taping up his stick. He’s mesmerized by the methodical movement of Dex’s hands, a slow circular motion of constant tension as he winds the tape. Nursey knows he’s staring and absolutely doesn’t care, can’t bring himself to look away until Dex finishes, slapping his stick against the floor.
Abruptly, Nursey realizes he’s going to be late - he’s only half changed, skates still unlaced as everyone else is ready to walk out to the ice. Still, he lets himself watch Dex slide his hands into his gloves, watches him flex his fingers beneath the padding. “Dude, hurry the fuck up,” Dex says, flicking Nursey’s shoulder as he walks past on his way out to the ice. Nursey is so late Hall and Murray make him stay after practice to skate suicides. He can’t even really be mad about it.
Nursey is low-key the best at breaking gender norms.
Shitty’s super vocal about it and that’s great, like he helped educate some of the hausmates who weren’t totally aware of the imperialist and arbitrary notions of gender but Nursey. Nursey, I’m-a-chill-guy Nursey, has known this shit since he was twelve, and has been doing it since he was able to walk.
He’s a cis guy, maybe; if anyone actually asked him what his gender was, that’s the answer he’d give. He’s not actually totally sure that he identifies with a gender in particular, has thought that maybe he might be genderfluid or agender, but since he’s comfortable with his pronouns for the most part and is questioning he doesn’t tend to mention it to people.
So he throws comments into conversations when necessary, raises his eyebrows at any comments he thinks border on ignorant, and generally acts like a chill, educated guy who’s spent a lot of his time in the Village.
When he lived in the Haus, Shitty wore a lot of florals. Some really pretty stuff that Nursey could appreciate, objectively, but also some garish shirts that were offensive to the eye. Nursey doesn’t really do florals. He likes flowers, though, spent days in his teenage years carefully lacing his curls with daisies, tucking daffodils into his shirt pockets in the spring and roses in the summer. He owns a couple of cute skirts that he generally only wears in his room, lounging on his bed with his bare legs crossed and comfortable. He shaves them, sometimes, if only to enjoy the feeling of smooth skin rubbing together.
One thing he always does is paint his nails. Most people don’t notice since he uses clear polish more often than not. He carries a nail file in his bag wherever he goes, and has perfected the ‘sitting back casually whilst filing nails and looking unimpressed’ look. After he becomes relaxed enough about the team being accepting, he starts to do it in the Haus. When Ransom gets a look at Nursey’s perfectly self-manicured nails he asks Nursey to do his. By the time they get to the playoffs, all of the SMH have beautiful nails painted an array of different colors. (Holster might have a small freak-out when he notices Ransom’s are painted for bi-pride. Ransom might have a small freak-out when he sees that Holster’s are too.)
Nursey takes care of his appearance even if he doesn’t think it hugely important. He likes to maintain his musculature, enjoys smirking every time he catches Dex staring at his arms in a sleeveless top. His skin care routine could rival Lardo’s, and he barely goes more than two days without shaving before and after playoffs. He owns several lip balms and a couple of really nice lipsticks that he likes to wear in New York on occasion. After a couple of years at Samwell he decides he’d like to wear them there, too.
His choices always make him look gentle and warm, devastatingly handsome and soft around the edges. In winter he wears his navy peacoat with a pale blue scarf bundled around his neck, bright gold nails hidden beneath gloves. One day Dex gives him a lily broach, and he pins it on his slouchy beanie where it catches the pale light under cloud cover. He and Bitty have long discussions about the benefits of short-shorts and crop tops, and when the weather’s warmer they can be seen strolling across the quad and turning every head as they go.
Nursey’s the only one who knows about Bitty’s secret Louboutin collection after Nursey lets slip he has a couple of pairs in his room in the brownstone. They sit on Bitty’s bed with hot chocolate and pie, appreciating the several pairs Bitty takes out and shows off proudly, comparing their taste. Bitty’s a pro with his heels, can dance and strut in them like nobody’s business (he’s practiced), but Nursey gives him tips about posture and matching clothes with each particular shoe.
(When Jack and Bitty come out to their friends, Nursey sends a wink Jack’s way and compliments him on his shoes. For a moment he just looks confused, glancing down at his worn sneakers in bemusement, but when Bitty giggles comprehension crosses his face and he goes bright red before grinning fondly.)
Just, Nursey being a non-binary pansexual hockey playing poet who wears skirts and make up and makes The Swallow’s ’50 Most Beautiful’ list four years running.
C'è’ chi si sveglia piangendo e chi invece ride, chi solo un ghe e chi invece già vuole il biberon Inizia una nuova giornata tra pannolini, pappe, biberon, pianti, strilli e … Tanta gioia ❤️ i vostri piccoli come si svegliano ? #buongiorno #goodmorning #neonati #neonato #bambini #mamma#mamme #mammeonline #nanna #pappe #pannolini #biberon #ciuccio#suavinex #chicco #mamma❤️ #mammaefiglia #mammaefiglio #esseremamma #imamma #imammaduepuntozero #esserefelici #esseremammaèlacosapiùbella #instamamme #instamamma #partorire #gravidanza #nursey #amore #amoredimamma
Bitty: broke into an industrial kitchen in the middle of the night to bake
Jack: trans friend named himself after a type of rock because he loves geology so goddamn much
Shitty: made an elaborate ventilation system in his dorm just for smoking weed
Lardo: managed to train a pack of theater tech boys to do her bidding for three straight years
Ransom: has studied for every test I’ve ever heard of her taking
Holster: got trashed with me and rapped damn near the entire Hamilton soundtrack while writhing around on the dressing room floor before our Rocky Horror performance
Nursey: got super high and had me listen to him dramatically read poetry and analyze the meanings of every poem and talk about how great the author was for a full hour
Dex: literally almost choked a man to death for kicking him in the balls
Chowder: Native friend got crossfaded and ran around outside yelling at every white person he saw “you don’t belong here, this is my land”
Kent: dressed up like a sexy cat to come with me to the grocery store at midnight
Tater: pulled me into his office to show me something on “the youtubes” but when he pulled up his bookmarked pages it was just thousands of YouTube videos and it took him ten minutes to find the right one
Whiskey: ate one of my shoelaces
Tango: asked our waiter if the chocolate lover’s cake was “made with real lovers”
Nursey goes home for summer after finally starting to date Dex. He ends up cornered by a bunch of uncles and older cousins at the 4th of July barbeque and he thinks, “This is it. This is the ‘You’re not really gay are you?’ Talk and the'Have you tried not being gay?’ shtick.” They’re crowded pretty close around the grills and he’s boxed in on all sides.
Stonefaced, his gramps raises his glass of iced tea in a half inch toast. Man clears his throat and says, “Welcome to the Nurse Men’s Whipped and Stupidly in Love Society.”
Derek lets go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding as their front breaks and his family starts breaking into snickers. Elbows are jostling him gently and someone shoulder bumps him in the direction of the patio chairs. It’s his Uncle Louis who really releases the hounds, though, with the words, “So tell us about your boy.”
One day, he won’t remember what was said but the 4th of July when he was 19 will be a warm haze of laughter and love and men older than him telling him that they’ve loved him for forever and that’s never going to change.
