Give me an AU where Hanzo and Genji are more alike than anyone else could possibly imagine, especially on Hanzo’s part. Hanzo can actually be quite humorous as well, but it takes time for him to show that side given that he is more introverted. And he also used to play pranks with Genji when they were kids, way way WAY before responsibilities caught up to the elder Shimada.
Hanzo also laughs like Genji. Not in the way that is lighthearted and sweet, though, but a rather more sadistic laugh after a prank well done (Genji also has that laugh, but no one could see his expression given how he is now lmao). They are both so fucking mischievous and are demons to hell and back, once they got past their depressing past and reconciled, Overwatch members will never have a day at peace ever again because of their pranks (not like Overwatch was any quieter before them anyway).
Dex has a hard time saying no to Nursey. It’s been happening since they stopped arguing as much and started… talking… more? That’s not really the right word, but it’s complicated. Maybe. Some days it feels more complicated than others. They’re friends, he thinks, and maybe it’s best to stop trying to invent new labels for it, whatever it is. Dex may not know what to call it, but he does know that now he likes making Nursey laugh more than he likes making him angry, so that’s something.
Dex 1, Poetry 0.
It starts on Monday. They’re piling onto the bus, ready to head back to Samwell after a 3-1 victory over Yale, happy and proud but exhausted all the same. Dex pulls out the reading for his English class and startles when he feels a heavy weight settle against his side. He looks over and finds Nursey leaning against him, feet propped up on the seat where his hockey butt should be, notebook and pen in his lap. Nursey tilts his head back so he can see Dex’s puzzled expression and a slow grin spreads across his face. Dex’s heart stutters, skipping a beat.
“Hey. Is this chill?”
Somehow, between the stray curl that flops down onto Nursey’s forehead and the strong, strong urge compelling Dex to take a nap right then and there, he just doesn’t have the guts to say no.
On Tuesday morning, Dex is staring at a line of infuriatingly complicated code when he hears a knock on his door. Bleary eyed and cranky, he stomps over and flings the door open to one Derek Nurse, who beams at him like Dex is the best thing he’s seen all day.
“C'mon, Dexy, let’s go get Annie’s!”
Dex yawns, then blinks. “What?”
“You, me, coffee,” Nursey says slowly, pointing first at Dex, then at himself, then down the hall.
Dex considers the offer. He’s been working for two hours now, so long enough to take a break, and he actually hasn’t had any coffee yet today. Maybe some caffeine would help him. Plus, Nursey is wearing that sweater that matches his eyes and also he’s super excited, the way he gets when he lets go of his chill to tell Dex all about his day or about a good book he just finished, and Dex would never admit it but it’s halfway to adorable. So it’s not surprising at all that Dex just can’t find it in him to decline and grabs his jacket, computer abandoned forlornly on his bed until later.
Wednesday night, the boys throw a kegster for their win at Yale. Dex volunteers himself for Nursey Patrol because by 10:00, Nursey has had approximately three beers and has already tried to make his own tub juice in the bathtub upstairs, bake cookies in Bitty’s oven, and kidnap Chowder’s beloved giant plush shark for his own room. Twice.
By midnight, Nursey has also played two rounds of beer pong and lost miserably, first to Lardo and then to Ransom and Holster, and Dex is the only thing standing between him and a third match against Bitty and Tango. “You can crush them next time,” Dex reassures him, guiding him out to the front porch for some air. “Ready to head back?” He watches as Nursey sways against the porch railing, then nudges him with an elbow. “Hmm?”
“Yeah, okay,” Nursey sighs quietly, and Dex is struck by how small it sounds. He slings an arm around Nursey’s waist and Nursey throws an arm around his shoulders before they start walking. It’s cool outside, but Dex doesn’t shiver.
“S'okay ‘f I stay with you?” Nursey mumbles. Dex tightens his arm as they stumble over a tree root and sighs, his breath trailing out in front of him.
It’s part of being on Nursey Patrol, he thinks. He has Nursey’s back, always - he can’t just leave him alone - so of course he says yes.
Thursday night finds Dex at a poetry reading, of all places, with a half unfinished coding assignment sitting on his desk back in his dorm and 50 flashcards to make before his Calculus test on Monday.
Nursey’s tried to get Dex to come to a reading before, but that was back when Dex had some semblance of willpower. Now, here he is, sitting next to Nursey at a table smack in the middle of Annie’s in a sea of beanies and overpriced clothing that sort of reminds him of Nursey’s closet but not really because, well, with him it’s different, okay?
“I thought you said this wasn’t gonna be weird,” Dex mutters. In his sweater and jeans, Dex sticks out like… He sticks out a lot. He’s not good with metaphors. But usually it’s just his hair and his ears, not his entire person, and he’s tripled his usual level of embarrassment.
“Chill,” Nursey grins, ruffling Dex’s hair as he mildly protests. “It’s only weird if you make it weird, Poindexter.” Dex shoots him a half-hearted glare, but he doesn’t say anything as the first girl gets up on the stage.
Dex would kill anyone who accused him of it, but he’s actually having fun. Even though he doesn’t really get poetry, it’s nice to sit here with Nursey, whose comments are surprisingly more entertaining than annoying. He nudges Dex when someone he knows is onstage, and finally Dex can put faces to Nursey’s stories of overly critical classmates and editors who rip his hard work to shreds using only a red pen - like Elliott. He’s going to keep a special eye on Elliott in particular, now that he knows what he looks like. Jerk.
An hour and a half flies by, and Dex has even said hello to some of Nursey’s artsy writing friends who are seated nearby. One of them (he thinks his name is Caleb but he can’t be sure) asks him if he’s been to any other readings before, and Dex shrugs. “This isn’t really my scene, but Derek-” Wait.
He’s not in his chair next to Dex, and he’s not ordering a coffee from the barista. Dex knows he’d have said something if he was getting up to go to the bathroom - oh.
Dex’s eyebrows knit themselves together into a scowl. Maybe he’s never actually been to one of Nursey’s readings before, but Nursey always tells him when he’s performing a piece. Sometimes he even lets Dex listen to whatever it is he’s reciting that night as a final test run. It’s nice. Why would he keep this one a secret?
Nursey clears his throat. He’s standing right in front of Dex and he looks… Uncomfortable? Shy? Dex can’t quite place it, it’s so strange. He watches Nursey smooth out the paper in front of him and look up again into the bright stage lights and then it hits him. Nursey’s nervous.
On any other day, Dex would relish in the chance to see what lies under Nursey’s trademark 'chill,’ but right now it has him worried more than anything else. He catches Nursey’s eye, and Dex gives him a (slightly confused, but he’s aiming for supportive) grin and a thumbs-up for encouragement. Nursey nods ever so slightly and straightens up, then starts to read, his eyes still on Dex.
It takes Dex two lines before he starts to process Nursey’s poem, another three before he starts to blush, and then he’s bright red and silent for the rest. He’s not good with metaphors, but he thinks he might know what Nursey means - or else he’s very, very, painfully wrong. Dex would hate to be wrong right now. But then Nursey says the last line in his poem, and everything just… Clicks.
“And then my soul saw you and it kind of went "Oh there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
It hits Dex square in the chest. That’s it. That’s the 'something’ they have.
Dex doesn’t have long to dwell on it, though, because suddenly everyone is standing up and stampeding toward the door, Nursey must have been the last speaker, Nursey, where’s Nursey?
Dex gets up, but he doesn’t go anywhere. He’s tall, he thinks, and Nursey’s tall, too. He’ll find him. And he’s right, because a couple parts ways to move around their table and there he is, still close to the stage but trying to make his way to Dex, and Nursey’s grin is so wide it looks like it hurts and Dex is pretty sure he stopped breathing a few seconds ago.
By the time Nursey finally, finally finds Dex, Annie’s is almost deserted. And even though Dex has had plenty of time to figure out what to say, he’s not the English major, so he doesn’t say anything.
“Hey,” Nursey says softly, still smiling at Dex, and Dex wants nothing more than to see that smile every day for the rest of his life because it’s Nursey, it’s always been Nursey and what’s even better is that for Nursey, it’s always been Dex and before he knows it Dex is in Nursey’s arms and Nursey is swinging him around and laughing.
But just as Dex’s feet hit the ground, suddenly they’re sliding out from under him and he gasps, tightening his arms around Nursey’s neck and squeezing his eyes shut. When he stops moving, he tentatively opens his eyes and there’s Nursey smirking above him, and Dex realizes he’s dipping him, the sap, right in the middle of Annie’s.
“Chill, Poindexter, you’ve already fallen for me once today,” Nursey says smugly, and Dex rolls his eyes. He doesn’t think it works, though, considering he’s bright red and grinning like mad.
“You’re ruining it, Derek,” he scolds, and Nursey pulls him upright.
“Kiss me?” Nursey asks softly in reply, and Dex, well…
I hope you all have a lovely day! Do me a favor and make sure you take a few minutes to think of at least 5 things that you like about your self. It can be hard sometimes, but Radical Self Love is so important, especially in such a tough world. Take care of yourselves, you deserve it. x
Maybe some day some other kid is going to be standing out here, staring at the trees, feeling so alone,wondering if the world might look different from all the way up there. Then maybe he'll start climbing one branch at a time and he'll keep going, even when it seems like he can't find another foothold. Even when it feels hopeless, like everything is telling him to just let go. This time, maybe this time he won't let go. He'll just hold on. He'll hold on and he'll keep going. He'll keep going until he sees the sun.
I’m going to be retiring this blog as an archive. My other main blog is on a mutual-only basis but consists of absolutely no fandom content. If we are mutuals and you are interested, IM me by EOD.
Please be kind to that post about my mom that’s still going around (yes, the Naruto one). Makes me uncomfortable as hell that it exploded like it did and I don’t like info about my family being spread so far and wide and outside my control. Don’t screencap it or post it to other sites, thanks.