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They lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship

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Podrán cortar todas las flores, pero no podrán detener la primavera. 

They can cut all the flowers, but they cannot prevent spring from coming.

The Punk And The Florist is a beautiful little nurseydex fic by @rhysiana, do yourself a favor & go read it ASAP! ✿✿✿

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This story was absolutely breathtaking. My favorite thing about nurseydex fics is when they have poetry and the poem in this one is astoundingly beautiful. Thanks @mainehoe for the story.

The fic is: turns me to gold

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Nursey, reading: hmm queer coding

Dex, working on his programming: ayuh. Trying to.

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dex: oh how i YEARN to be WITHIN A THREE FOOT RADIUS of DEREK MALIK NURSE

also dex: don’t you fucKING TOUCH ME *hisses*

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after the jackholtz breakup

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Finally got around to making a cover for my absolute favorite fic of all time by @pepperfield. I don't know if I did it justice but this story is absolutely beautiful.

The fic is: bless this mess and call it a home

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Ok here me out, nurseydex Omgcp HGTV AU

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do it for jack “eat more protein” zimmermann

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They become the next property brothers

hear me out ollie/wicks/dex

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Jack Zimmerman does not keep up with adult pop culture at all, but he loves being able to talk to kids about what they like. This is what leads him to knowing more about Roblox than any other adult in his circle.

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dude after reading that fic now i wanna get married😔😔😔😔

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Okay, but imagine the arm muscle Bittle has? Like not just from sports, but from baking as well? Like Bitty can probably whip egg whites or cream to stiff peaks in seconds flat. It's so dumb but I'm imagining Shitty/Ransom/Holster want to get into some weird egg-white-beating competition and of course Bitty wins and they're all in shock and maybe Jack swoons or something who knows it makes me happy though

jack is just passing through the kitchen and bittle is beating some eggs and he’s got his sleeves cuffed and jack kind of zones out watching him for awhile before bitty is all “Jack, honey??” sometimes, on the road, jack tries to carry bitty’s equipment bag for him because he always thinks it’s too heavy for him but bitty just picks it up with one hand and slings it over his shoulder no problem and jack walks into a wall before he comes back to himself. 

let’s not even talk about when bitty wears tank tops towards the end of the year and he’s starting to move stuff out.

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You, Me, Every lifetime.

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spins, shifts, settles

Holsom, 1.2k, short and sweet :)

“…so at this game,” Holster’s saying, lying on his back so his head is hanging off the side of his bed, “someone threw an octopus on the ice, which is kinda nutty. But I’m thinking maybe we could—”

He launches into an impromptu mini lecture on what he’d do if it happened at Faber, and how the mass of the octopus could maybe help block shots, and how that means they’d set up a blockade in front of Chowder to help their defensive plays. The whistle would be blown immediately, but it doesn’t really matter because Rans isn’t really listening and Holster isn’t really serious anyway, so it’s fine.

It’s summer and Rans is studying for his summer classes — Chem 403, Holster thinks — and he likes background noise, so Holster talks. It’s summer, and it’s maybe too warm in their room, and they’ve just been voted captains, and Holster’s nervous, so he talks. He’s holding his phone over his head and googling “weird hockey game interruptions” and odds are good that none of them will happen again, ever, but hey. There are millions of scoring opportunities in the milliseconds between a sudden octopus and a blown whistle. Best to be prepared.

Holster wraps up by saying, “And if we’re careful and clean it well, then we could probably still eat it later right? Maybe? I dunno if that’d be, like, sanitary, but waste not, want not … yeah, I think we could make a play outta that.”

Rans hasn’t turned a page in at least seven minutes. And that’s okay too, that’s fine; he’s got a big test coming up tomorrow or the day after, so Holster isn’t too worried just yet. He’ll pull Rans down for dinner in a few hours and they’ll eat on the porch the way they usually do when it’s just the two of them and the evening is the summer kind of cool, not too humid or hot but soothing instead, and they’ll kick back with a beer and just be. 

Being feels different when it’s just the two of them in the Haus. Something shifted somewhat when they both got the A. Holster doesn’t really know what his name sounds like on its own anymore, not when RansomAndHolster, HolsterAndRansom is right there, but there’s — something. Something new and tentative hiding behind their jokes and laughs and quiet moments. He doesn’t know what it is yet. 

He’s saying “In, like, 1967, some spectator hopped onto center ice, so I guess we should have a spare stick on the bench just in case? It’d be a solid distraction at least,” and Rans says, “Holtzy?”

(read the rest on AO3!)

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i overthink, overlove, overfeel and overstress

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