Imagine Nursey & Dex finding out they're both apart of the same online fandom
“Well that’s just stupid,” Nursey muttered to himself as he hurried across campus. He was late to work on Astronomy with Dex. He was supposed to meet Dex twenty minutes ago on the second floor of the library in the back right hand corner room, Dex was going to be furious. Not that Nursey did it on purpose or even forgot about their meeting! He was just working on a particularly recalcitrant piece of plot creation with his co-author. The silly boy was convinced that their plot would work if they used a PHYSICAL injury! As if some bumps and bruises could possibly be the catalyst for some sort of watershed moment wherein Dean realizes his feelings for Seamus! As if teenage boys don’t get into all sorts of scrapes just being HUMAN let alone mucking about with magic. If it was that easy they would have gotten together during first year, second at the latest. SoccerWizard was just…ugh infuriating to try to write with sometimes, if he wasn’t so stupidly talented Nursey would never speak to him again. Anyway that’s not how H/C even works. Nursey didn’t bother to check his twitter again as he jogged up the front steps of the library, he’d just have to answer more tweets from Soc when he sat down with Dex anyway.
“Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for half an hour!” Dex was already feeling cranky enough having to convince his coauthor that maybe going for the melodramatic over the top plot device wasn’t always the best plan…sometimes subtlety, a fine art in Dex’s opinion, had it’s place in Hurt/Comfort fics. Even though he knew it was a lost cause to try to convince IrishWitchery of that. Dex thought she was a lovely girl but….a little given to theatrics.
“Yes but I was only supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, I can’t be held accountable for your neurotic need to be at least ten minutes early to everything, so you only get to charge me for 20 of that.” Nursey tossed Dex a winning smile and swung the strap of his messenger bag over his head, throwing himself back into a chair. Dex glowered at Nursey over the top of their Astronomy text but didn’t say anything, he wasn’t actually wrong after all.
“So, this project…”
Nursey had started counting ceiling tiles. Dex was beyond distracted. It was driving Nursey NUTS. Normally it was the reverse, normally Nursey didn’t mind if Dex was distracted but Soc would NOT let it go and had been arguing with him ALL AFTERNOON. Nursey just wanted to get this project outlined and the tasks divied up so he could go back to his room and write a truly scathing essay on all of the reasons that Soc was TOTALLY WRONG about him being overly attached to the “hit them over the head with it” theory of fic, HE WASN’T it’s just that big emotions didn’t always need big stories sometimes regular old everyday average stories had big emotions and that was ok, that’s what made this whole ride worth it, right? Right. And he was going to explain that in great detail as soon as he was allowed to leave this heinous library nook. And there was Soc now, responding to his latest sally.
Dex was really having trouble dividing his attention this afternoon. Anyone would forgive him if they knew what he was dealing with, I mean it was trying to a man’s very SOUL. IshWich was just being so stubborn! She couldn’t accept that small things could still be small tragedies, could still evoke important feelings and meaningful connections, might even work especially well here so as not to take away from the depth and intensity of the feelings being revealed. IshWich just kept fighting with him. She was one of the sweetest girls he’d ever met and he loved working with her normally but she had the hardest head he knew of outside of Nursey for Pete’s sake! Speaking of which he mentioned just that to her and smiled smugly.
Nursey’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it. And made the sound of an enraged teakettle.Hardheaded was he! And he didn’t care about Soc’s friend, HE wasn’t hardheaded!
IrishWitchery: Your soul lacks poetry Soc.
IrishWitchery: Poetry and love.
Nursey wished Dex would turn the vibration off on his phone, it was maddening when he was trying to think.
SoccerWizard: Poetry is not actually necessary for my body to continue functioning, contrary to popular belief.
SoccerWizard: But you know what IS necessary?
SoccerWizard: Good health!
SocceWizard: Lack of injuries!
SoccerWizard: Time spent OUTSIDE of the infirmary!
Huh. That’s strange. Dex could swear that Nursey’s phone was vibrating to the same rhythm that he’d been sending IshWich his very well thought arguments. What a weird coincidence.
Dex noticed it again after IshWich answered him and to be honest he was bored with this argument at this point. Dex figured he might as well amuse himself.
SoccerWizard: You’re taking forever to answer, is your roommate bothering you again?
IrishWitchery: No thank god, I’m actually at the library working on this deadly boring project with a friend.
SoccerWizard: Ugh projects! What class?
SoccerWizard: Are they at least helping you with it??
IrishWitchery: Yeah he’s actually doing most of it but I think mostly through dint of sheer bloodyminded hatred for the subject? He’s very analytical and rules based. It’s astronomy so that’s sure to push his buttons on a good day and someone seems to be bugging him, texting him or tweeting him or something. Every time he looks at his phone he gets this horrible grimace of frustration on his face. But I think it must be a girl because it wears right off and he’s got this fond rueful smile that follows it.
Dex nearly swallowed his tongue. Yup, that was pretty much him to a T. And what GRIMACE?? Also, hey, IshWich wasn’t a girl.
Oh shit. He’d written really REALLY graphic FILTHY Seamus/Dean PORN with NURSEY. REPEATEDLY.
Maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe IshWich was just very doggedly working on a project in some other library with some other numbers nerd.
Dex had to know.
Craftiness wasn’t really in Dex’s normal skill set. He really needed to get this right. How could he make sure that Nursey was DEFINITELY IrishWitchery without looking like an absolute lunatic if he WASN’T. Yeah, that shouldn’t be difficult at all. Great. Ok ok get it together Dex, you can do this.
“I still say there’s no need for a parade through Central Park if there are real, well written feelings supporting the whole scene,” Dex shot off without looking up from his notebook.
Nursey didn’t even bother looking up, “Well no but this isn’t some bathhouse film festival artistic representation of post modern whatever! This is fic man and moreover it’s Hurt/Comfort and people want certain things going into it!”
And then Nursey froze.
Oh shit. Oh shit.
Oh shit oh shit oh SHIT.
Dex was Soc. Dex was Soc? DEX was SOC.
DEX KNEW NURSEY WAS IRISHWITCHERY.
Dex cleared his throat, “I wasn’t sure it was you. I mean I wasn’t sure until right now that it was. I didn’t even suspect until this afternoon.”
Nursey looked around wildly. Thank god they were alone. He was totally freaking out.
“I thought you were a girl man, How crazy is that?”
Nursey coughed lightly. “Well, sometimes I am.”
Dex nodded. “That makes sense.”
“You’re ok with that?”
“With you being gender fluid? Yeah I’m fine with it, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I didn’t think you even knew what that meant.”
“I listen when you talk Derek,”
“Well I mean I’m sure you do but-”
“And I’d be a pretty big jackass if I wasn’t ok with you being genderfluid when it’s part of what makes you so scintillating and such a ‘total 10’.”