#nursey

[omgpostsplease]

aw, baby

[virgoscringe]

My birthday's this monday

If you could draw some polyfrogs, I'd die a HAPPY man ❤️❤️❤️❤️

atlas ily ur the best thank u for always being the first to request smth whenever they’re open 💝💝 happy early birthday!! polyfrogs upon thee!!

pick up ur local goalie! give him some kisses! be his best friends! GRAAAAAH!!

(comm info <3)

[zimmerdouche]

honestly just a dumb thought i had and i can see both sides so i’m curious as to what y’all think

as is customary elaborate in tags if you vote

[zimbits-my-love]

Happy 200 followers!! I would love to see how Nursey and Dex dress up for the holiday of your choosing. Halloween, maybe? Or the 4th of July? Good luck with all the prompts!

Thanks!! I decided to do both holidays you mentioned :)

Nursey is a lobster 🦞 and I think it is quite funny

(my inbox is still open for anyone who hasn’t requested yet, so ask away for my 200 follower celebration!)

[atlasthemayor]

Idea came from this old post from before I even joined the fandom

(made by @unchillnursey who's frog posts I simply adore)

[somethingnurseywoulddo]

nursey: i cant believe i have to write a 10 page single space essay this is horrible

dex: your outline is literally 15 pages

[the-lincyclopedia]

Concept: a childhood friends AU for Nurseydex, in which one or both of them had nicknames growing up (my money is on Dex having gone by Billy or Liam or something else that's not 100% obvious as being a form of William, at least to a small child), and then one of them moved away, and it takes them a while to put two and two together when they re-meet each other at Samwell. Bonus points if Nursey didn't have a nickname as a kid, so Dex knows the whole time and assumes Nursey knows and just hasn't brought it up because he hates Dex now.

[incorrect-check-please-tweets]

[ID: Tweet from Nursey that says "if we were cats you’d b the love of my nine lives"]

Original Tweet

[crookedtidalwaves]

wait this has most def been said before but nurseydex au where dex is the poet and nursey is the coder??? dex likes poetry because it gives him an outlet for his emotions that isn’t just yelling at everyone and everything in the world (well. it still is. just in a different way). nursey likes coding because life has so many grey areas and sometimes exploring those is stressful okay and so is being a person and so is making decisions but coding is just. u find a problem. u know the solution. or alternatively, u find a problem. u don’t know the solution, but u know that someone has defo encountered the problem before and so there is a solution out there. usually in the form of stack overflow or reddit.

[omgpourquoi]

The Nurseydex playlist fics: “Baby, Come Light Me Up”

CW: Sexual Content, Explicit Language

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They pile into the back of his BMW, all limbs and boyish grins. Nursey can’t believe what’s happening. Can’t believe Dex is the one pushing him back into his the leather seats and twisting around to slam the door shut behind them. That he’s finally- finally - running hands through Dex’s ginger hair as soon as he crashes forward to kiss him. That Dex lets himself be pulled closer willingly, lets Nursey’s tongue press into his mouth and chase that reckless fire he constantly radiates like some sort of warning. Nursey has come to crave it in every conversation, every fight, every connection on the ice, every time they’ve found each other’s eyes across the room, every team breakfast or debate, every missed play, every celly; he searches for it now with his tongue, desperately chasing after Dex’s own.

After a minute or possibly forever (hard to tell), Nursey pulls away to catch his breath and Dex readjusts, pulling himself further up into Nursey’s space. Nursey feels a sharp pain in his side.

“Ouch, fuck Dex,” he hisses, pushing a freckled elbow out of his ribcage and shifting to try and make more room. Weirdly, it‘s almost like his backseats weren’t made to accommodate hooking up with his hockey partner— another grown ass, 200+lbs, NCAA athlete — in the middle of the night. Wildly, Nursey wonders what car he could get that would.

Dex huffs out a soft ‘my b’ as apology, and, oh, Nursey’s sure he’s never heard Dex sound like that. Like he’s praying in church or talking to something precious, like a puppy. Dex uses his new position to trace his lips across Nursey’s neck and Nursey immediately forgets to be salty about the elbowing.

“We would have had more room in the stupid linens closet,” Dex says, lips working up Nursey’s jawline. He sucks at Nursey’s neck, forsure leaving hickeys in his wake. Nursey likes the idea that Dex wants to stake his claim. He tilts his head to allow Dex more access.

Dex groans, “Fuck, Nurse, your fucking jawline kills me.”

And Nursey. Nursey feels like he’s dreaming. Like any minute he was wake up in his bunk at the house and Dex will be downstairs in the basement, and they’ll bicker about hangovers and who should drive who to practice tomorrow and Nursey will have to keep pretending.

But no— Dex is here. Dex likes Nursey’s jawline, kissing and sucking on it like he’s be waiting for permission. Dex isn’t going anywhere. The thought settles Nursey a bit.

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