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“The washer’s free.”

Despite knowing that Dex lives in the basement now, Nursey is not expecting to see him when he brings his clothes down to wash. He really needs to wash his clothes (as he spilled pasta sauce on his jeans at dinner and if he doesn’t wash them right away, his whole hamper will smell like garlic forever) so despite coming down the stairs to see Dex taking his clothes out of the dryer and Nursey wanting to turn right back around, he continues down the last two steps to the basement.

“Thanks,” Nursey says, quiet, and takes his place next to Dex at the washer.

The silence isn’t exactly comfortable, but it’s familiar, which is probably the next best thing. Dex folds his clothes like they’re about to be put on sale at The Gap or something, and it makes Nursey wonder vaguely if he’s ever worked in retail. He doesn’t think Dex’s temperament would be great in that environment, but he’s also pretty sure that Dex can be polite (to a ridiculous extent) when the situation calls for it, so it’s a toss up.

He has a half-formed thought about Dex working in a Hollister and doesn’t muffle his snort well enough to avoid a side-eyed look. After that, it takes him all of two minutes to get his clothes and soaps into the machine and have it running, and then he’s left with two options. One, go back upstairs and ultimately forget about his laundry and return to it hours later, which means he’ll have to start the dryer then, which will annoy Dex and keep him up when they have (or, well, just Dex has) practice early in the morning.

Or option two, stay here and watch Dex fold his clothes for half an hour while the washer runs. Ding ding ding, we have a winner! Ugh. Nursey turns and leans back against the washer. He surveys the basement, but there isn’t much to look at aside from Dex’s new home, and that hurts to stare at for too long, so he keeps his eyes on Dex. Folding clinically, hands smoothing over the fabric of t-shirts, arms flexing as he lifts pants high so they don’t brush the ground as he folds them in half.

This observing makes Nursey fidget and feel stalkerish, so he tries to give himself something else to do. “Need help?”

Seconds after he says it, he realizes how stupid it sounds. Of course Dex doesn’t need help folding his clothes. That is just a really weird question and there was no reason to ask it and now Nursey’s gone and made himself look like an idiot in front of Dex of all people. Dex looks at him, eyebrows furrowed and squinted eyes skeptical, and Nursey braces himself for the sure-to-be-scathing retort but– 

“You can do the socks,” Dex says instead. He bends down and picks up the laundry basket on the floor, which holds an assortment of unmatched socks. “If you want,” he adds, dropping the basket on the top of the washer.

Nursey blinks once, twice, and then shrugs. It’s something to do.

So he begins sorting, matching together socks and tucking them inside one another. Dex, next to him, continues to fold, piling the clothes on top of each other one after the other. It’s warm in the basement and quiet, except for the whirring washer, and the atmosphere is–domestic. Comforting, almost. The only thing unsettling is how comfortable it is, and even then, it’s so nice that Nursey disregards the weirdness.

After some unknown time later, Dex says, unprompted, “I used to do that.” Nursey looks over at him and Dex clarifies, pointing with his chin at the socks. “For my mom,” he adds, “when she did laundry.”

Nursey– doesn’t know what to say to that. He says nothing in the quiet hope that Dex will keep going.

He does. “When I was a kid she brought me around for housework and stuff. She didn’t have to,” he says, and when Nursey glances at him, he’s pointedly focused on the clothes in front of him. “She left my brother with aunts. He wasn’t good with chores. Everyone thought it was so funny that I was.”

If this was something that they did frequently–which it isn’t– then this would be the moment that Nursey would make a joke, chirp Dex a little, lighten the mood, but he doesn’t. He waits, almost holding his breath, because this feels–breakable. Important.

“I wasn’t good enough at folding yet, so my mom would set me up with the socks, and she’d–she’d complain about her day or tell me something funny that had happened, or–or whatever. It was like–like a venting thing for her, you know? Like she relaxed while she was cleaning.” He sounds almost–reverent in his words. Or at the least understanding in an intrinsic, deep-set kind of way. Nursey looks at him, blatantly, and Dex just frowns a little at the shirt in his hand for a minute before shaking his head. “I don’t know. It was weird, I guess.”

Nursey keeps watching, even as Dex begins folding again. He thinks how the dishwasher never runs when Dex has a big test coming up, or there’s a tough team they’re playing, because Dex washes all the dishes by hand. Nursey thinks about the incessant vacuuming around midterms, the Spring cleaning every time he has a too-long talk with his brother. He thinks about their shared room–now just Nursey’s– how Dex would start cleaning up Nursey’s stuff without asking permission, how stressed he’d get when he even thought it wasn’t perfectly clean.

“My mom’s thing was music,” Nursey offers, looking back down at his socks. Dex’s socks. “Whenever she had a bad day at work or something, she would pick me up from school and we’d drive around the city for ages, just, like, blaring the weirdest mix of songs.” He smiles, thinking back to it, circling blocks as they screamed along to Missy Elliot and then The Beatles and then ATCQ in a weird sequence that never made any sense.

Dex doesn’t say anything back. The wrinkles between his eyebrows smooth and the frown dissipates, but he says nothing. Nursey doesn’t try to say anything more either. Dex keeps folding, Nursey keeps matching socks. The washer rumbles on. 

The basement is warm, and they share the space without notice.

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I feel like I always go wild in ur requests. Um.... please draw a nurseydex being nice to each other but like also wrasslin or giving noogies or other roughhousey affection showing boy activities

lardo, through a megaphone: I N T R I C A T E   R I T U A L S

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Happy Holidays! Hope you enjoy this bit of canon-compliant Nursey/Dex Christmas fluff :)

(Also on AO3)

Dex strings lights up along the “roof” of his Basement Bungalow, as Bitty’s dubbed it. He frosts the windows with spray can fake snow. He hangs a wreath on the door, his initials centered in the middle of it.

The moment the last of his Hausmates have left for the holidays, he breaks out Bitty’s gingerbread recipe and gets to work.

He feels better if he keeps himself busy.

He always does, but right now more than ever. Maybe if he dives into the Christmas spirit with as much willful determination as he does any other project, he’ll successfully distract himself from the crushing weight of his loneliness this holiday season.

He pulls up a festive playlist on his phone and turns the volume all the way up, stubbornly humming along to Jingle Bell Rock despite how little he’s feeling it. Fake it ‘till you make it.

The first cookie sheet of perfectly cut gingerbread trees is in the oven when Dex hears the front door crash open with enough clumsy fanfare that it can really only be one person.

He sighs and goes to turn the music off, but Nursey pokes his head into the kitchen before he can reach his phone.

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things that we know:

1. Dex has a plant.

2. Plants need sunlight.

3. Dex is currently living in the basement.

4. There is no sunlight in the basement.

Dex’s options are:

- leave the plant in the common area. watch it die a horrible inevitable death from alcohol poisoning or something like that.

- take the plant with him into basement and take it out with him every time he leaves his underground cave. here is Dex, chilling, doing homework. here’s Dex’s plant, chilling, photosynthesizing. here’s Nurse dying from the view

- try to get one of the Hausmates to take the plant in. Check on it all the time. here’s Nurse being jealous

- leave plant in Nurse’s room, because it was his room too, dammit. grumpily check on the plant All The Time,  because Nurse is a general hazard to anything and everything starting with himself. have screaming matches turning into kisses with Nurse.

I just need all the fic about Plant Boy Dex, y’all.

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Derek Nurse’s interracial gay parents from New York are actually Captain Holt and Kevin from Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

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sneak peak of part three of ‘your skin is poetry’

Derek often wonders if he should have made a move.

There was a connection, everyone knew it.

But Derek was never brave enough, or Dex wasn’t fully there.

So they lived together.

And Dex dated some very pretty girls that Derek was proud of him for, plus that one psycho that no one spoke of.

And Derek went on his fair few dates as well.

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For everyone’s information:

The plan for the 17th, when the adult content ban comes in, is to protest.

To do that, we are making as much noise either side of the 17th as possible, and using the site as normal.

On the 17th, dead silence.

People are saying log off but what they really mean is don’t open the site or the app.

But, on the 17th make as much noise as possible on every other platform. Tweet about it and post on facebook and instagram and everywhere else.

What this does is causes a massive dip in ad revenue for one single day. That does not make staff think ‘oh everyone’s gone let’s shut down.’ What it actually makes them think is ‘oh shit people aren’t happy and if people don’t keep using our site we’re out of money and out of jobs.’

A boycott reminds a company that the users (consumers) have the power to make their site (business) worthless with one single coordinated decision.

If you want to join in, here’s what to do:

Do:

Close all open instances of the app and site on all your devices before the 17th

Make posts before and after the 17th on tumblr and other platforms, talking about why this ban is bad

Make posts on other sites during the 17th. Flood the official tumblr staff twitter and facebook with your anger and your opinion

Come back on the 18th and check in

Don’t:

Delete the app from your phone (this doesn’t affect their revenue and since it’s off the store at the moment it’ll be hard to get back)

Delete your account. I mean you can if you want to, but if you keep your account and don’t use it you’re saying to staff that there’s still time to save it. If you delete it’s hard work to come back.

Open the app or website (including specific blogs)

Make any posts (turn down/off your queue and make sure nothing is scheduled)

Go quiet elsewhere. Make it clear that this is just about tumblr, not a mass move away from all social media.

Remember: the execs don’t care about anything but money. Shutting down the site means there’s $0 further income from it. That’s their last possible course of action. If we make it clear we’re not happy, they’ll have to do something or we can do more and more until it becomes too expensive.

Protests take commitment. They’re a defiant action against a business that is doing something wrong. They will try to scare you into not participating, because they’re scared. We hold all the power here, sometimes the execs just need to be reminded of that.

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anyone elses heart hurting just a lil cause Nursey and Dex’s love languages don’t line up

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https://twitter.com/ngoziu/status/1070045310418731008?s=19

😂😂😂 It’s scary true though

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AU suggestion

Nursey is able to resurrect one dead author every year. 

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they’re getting rid of custom themes????

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a possible goodbye

so knowing that I have written nsfw content before and posted it here I may be flagged and deleted - this is my only omgcp platform, so, was nice knowing y’all I guess - i’ll still (hopefully) be writing fics at ao3 tho

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you think you can slack off on day 2 rans?? They ain’t gonna light themselves

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❤❤❤❤❤❤💖💖💕💖❤💕❤❤💖💕❤

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nursey: face it poindexter, you’re gonna move out by august, september tops

dex: *moves out*

nursey: