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2. Kissing // Nurseydex

« {Part 2 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: this is loosely inspired by that scene from the webcomic Always Raining Here because i read the whole thing a couple of nights ago and let me tell you, there were feelings. enjoy!

“Eat shit, Nurse,” Dex said, taking another swig of his beer. “I told you that you didn’t stand a chance.”

“No fair, man. I totally would have won if you hadn’t blue-shelled me there at the end,” Nursey grumbled. He set down the Wii remote and got to his feet, trying to figure out how drunk he was. No dizziness or major balance fuckery, it seemed, but his head definitely felt kinda fuzzy. Now was probably a good time to start chugging some water; he still had homework to do later. He went to fish his water bottle out of his backpack.

“I only blue-shelled you because you blue-shelled me the last lap,” Dex said. “I won that fair and square.”

“Psh. If I were sober—”

“Dude, you only had three shots. You’re 6’2”. You’re fine.”

“Yeah, but you only had, like, a beer and a half, so between the two of us, I’m definitely the more impaired one here.”

Dex rolled his eyes. “Just admit I won. Stop being such a sore loser.”

“Well maybe you’re a sore winner.”

“I know you’re an English major, but ‘sore winner’ is not a thing.”

Nursey shook his head in mock outrage. “You come into my house—”

“Your house? This is my dorm room, Nurse,” Dex laughed. “You’re in my dorm room, playing on my Wii, drinking my alcohol.”

“…Touché,” Nursey admitted, returning to his spot next to Dex on Dex’s couch. He was probably sitting a little closer to Dex than was strictly necessary. He could try to blame the shots for that, but like Dex said, he was a 200-pound hockey player. Three shots of Fireball spaced out over the last hour really wasn’t much for someone his size. If he hadn’t been a city boy with no driver’s license, he could probably still legally drive.

The real problem, Nursey thought as he glanced at Dex out of the corner of his eye, wasn’t the alcohol—it was his stupid crush on his attractive yet probably tragically straight teammate. But that wasn’t really something he liked to dwell on.

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Broken Ribs- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by marrymeburakovsky

Ok so this is pointless fluff I guess XD It’s a little short as well because I didn’t know where to go with it. Anyway… this week’s info session is on the Toronto Maple Leafs so send me information! Enjoy this guys!

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Anon Request: Hey i would love if you did one with Andre where he has broken some ribs in a game and he has trouble sleeping cause he can’t find a good position where they don’t hurt. And the when he lays somehow on top of you he finds a really good spot ?


              You were going to kill him if he didn’t stop moving soon.

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Now I Know The Truth

3k of PB&J in a Soulmate AU

For the 14 Days of Love Fic-a-thon hosted by @softkent

Also on AO3

Despite the stories spun by Hollywood, every person had multiple soulmates. Every person was born with a phrase tattooed on their bodies. For centuries, people believed it to be the last words your soulmate (singular) would ever say to you. This inspired fear in most and lead to stories such as Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet and Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights.

In the last five centuries, however, global travel revealed the existence of multiple soulmates for each person. Even more interesting, telecommunications proved that each soul mark is in fact much more nuanced than simply ‘last words’. The mark is meant to indicate the moment when everything changes. Sometimes that means hardships, separation, or death. But sometimes, the words can lead to something greater. If only the soulmates know how to navigate life and each other.

Bitty didn’t know about this technicality until he got to Samwell. Until Shitty and Lardo literally run into Camilla at Winter Screw and realize all three of their marks synch up. The phrase “1 in 4, maybe more” is very appropriate considering the high percentage of soulmates that meet multiple partners at Samwell.

He tries to be happy for them as they fall into each other. He ignores the way Ransom, Holster, March and April circle around each other, avoiding the moment when they realize they’ve been in a relationship forever. He rolls his eyes when Ollie and Wicks sneak behind the docks before games to kiss their boyfriend, a Chad, for good luck. But Bitty thinks it’s sweet nonetheless.

He isn’t even jealous when Chowder breaks up a fight between Nursey and Dex saying “I love you, but this has got to stop.” Which just so happens to be Nursey’s phrase. And much later when Dex tells Chowder “you mean more to me than a stupid fight.” He’s happy for them. Especially when they meet Farmer and she ticks off every one of their phrases by the time their Frog year is over.

He doesn’t believe it’s gonna happen for him. Not at Samwell at least. His phrase could be worse.

We’re a team is branded in small font on his wrist. It’s still customary to keep your phrase hidden from the public eye, so he wore wrist guards when it’s hot out and long sleeves at every other opportunity.

Bitty thinks that’s nebulous, but distinct enough that he’ll know it when he hears it. His words don’t come for quite some time. In the interim, he falls in love with Jack whose phrase is supposedly hidden somewhere near his torso. He doesn’t think much of it when he overhears Jack and Parse fighting during the Epikegster.

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Matt Martin (Toronto Maple Leafs)

AN: Okay so all I really wanted out of that TOR vs WAS series was a fight between Matt Martin and Tom Wilson and because I didn’t get one I’m going to make one! Plus people don’t write about Matt enough too.

Game 6 became pretty stressful before the puck even dropped. You could feel the tension on the ice from where you were sitting with the rest of the WAGS. It was clear from the time warm ups started that something was bothering Matt, but no matter how hard you kept your focus on him he would not turn and look at you.

Matt played 4th line and was only ever sent out to play alongside the other lines if Babcock sent him out to rough up someone that touched one of the top players. As much as you loved Matt and loved to watch him play in the NHL you hated his job as an enforcer. You never really understood why there was such a need for players like that, but you stuck with Matt and cleaned his fight wounds every time.

Half way into the second period after an icing call you could see that Tom Wilson and Matt where exchanging a few word before Tom gave Matt a shove and the refs pulled them apart. You tried to read Matts lips as words of hatred flew out of his mouth towards Wilson.  

During the rest of the second period it seemed that Wilson did everything to go out of his was and talk to Matt. Just as the horn sounded to end the second Steph LaChance, Mitch Marner girlfriend, turned and spoke to you. (Y/N), is everything okay? You look a little pale, do you need anything to eat or drink? I don’t mind going to get it for you.“ Ever since the bye-week when the four of you plus Connor Carrick and his girlfriend Lexi went on Vacation together you and Steph had become extremely close due to both of your boyfriends become friends and hangout regularly.

You smiled at the offer and shook your head. "I’m fine Steph but thanks for the offer anyways.”
“Then do you want to tell me what’s really bothering you?” Steph had a tendency to be just as persistent as Mitch, “Something’s wrong with Matt.”
“Are you sure? I can go down to the locker rooms with you if you want to make sure everything is okay.”
“No, I don’t want to make it worse and completely through off his game for the rest of the night.”
“Okay then I will sit with you and together we can see if we can solve what’s going on in the head of that boyfriend of yours.” You laughed and smiled as some of the worry disappeared. You and Steph sat and talked until the intermission ended and the boys returned back to the ice.

Not long into the third when Tom Wilson made his way over to Matt again, this time it didn’t even look like that many word where exchanged before Matt went after Tom and said something to him before they were both dropping the gloves.

“Oh my gosh” Steph said from beside you. Oh my gosh wasn’t anywhere near what you were thinking.  Many punches were exchanged and both took quite a few to the face. You could see where many had started to from on Matts face. His face was covered in blood. It didn’t take many more punches to Wilsons face before he lost his balance and fell to the ice.  Matt still continued to punch  him and two refs had to pull him off of Wilson.

Not one rookie had been touched or top line player to make Matt go after Wilson. So help him, if it is one of those stereotypical “he was bad mouthing you and I couldn’t let him keep talking about you like that” he is going to wish Wilson had killed him because you were about to.

A hand touched your arm, you turned and saw Mollie saying something to you. “Pardon?” “Are you okay? (Y/n) you look worse then you did before. Do you need some water?” You shook your head. “No I’m okay. I think I’m just going to go and see Matt.” You stood up and grabbed your things no longer caring about he score of the game, just wanting to go and see Matt.

As you walked down the tunnel, not one security guard stopped you, probably scared that you would hurt them for being in your way. You could see the trainer leaving the medical room as you got closer towards the doors. You pushed open the door to see Matt half undressed  holding an ice pack to his eye and a towel on his chin. “Matthew Martin you better have a pretty good explanation for what the hell that was!” Even Matt a 6'3, 220 pound hockey player/fighter flinched and the tone of your voice. “Babe, I promise that I can explain.”
“Oh no you don’t get to "babe” me until after this explanation. In all the years I have seen you play I have NEVER EVER seen you so mad as you where well you beat the shit out of him. Not one player was touched that bad from him that was worth fighting. And so help you Matt if this is one of those stereotypical “he was bad mouthing you”  you’re going to regret me coming down here. So start talking.“ You didn’t mean for your word to come out so harsh but Matt flinched and his shoulders dropped.

When he didn’t start talking so you were assuming that the reason for the fight was option two.  "He wouldn’t stop (y/n/n), and it was pissing me off the whole game. And I couldn’t let him talk about you like that and I just, I don’t know what came over me and I’m sorry okay. I know you don’t like me fighting to begin with-” You shook your head. “The games almost over I’ll be in the car.” With that you turned and walked out the door toward the garage. You heard the final buzzer after you left the room. Seeing the final score, the leafs lost. You knew Matt would be a mix of emotions now. You slowly regretted yelling at him as you walked out to the car.

An hour later you heard the trunk open and then Matt opened the door and climbed into the driver seat. You sunk into your seat wishing you could disappear into it. The ride back to your apartment normally took fifteen minutes but tonight, It felt like it was the longest car ride ever. When you pulled into the parking lot you quickly got out of the car and made a beeline for the door wanting to go to bed. Matt caught up to you and opened the door into the building. As much as you and Matt could get angry with each other he never stopped being a gentleman. The ride up to your floor took forever and when the doors opened you exited quicker then you had originally planned to. You quickly unlocked the door and went into the kitchen. You heard Matt go down you your shared room to change. You went and sat on the couch in the living room and grabbed the book you where reading.

Half an hour later you heard Matt enter the living room, it took him a few minutes to come in and sit beside you, but his eyes never left you from the time he entered to the time he crouched down in front of you and took the book out of your hands, setting it down on the table carefully so he wouldn’t lose the page you were on. You spoke first. “Five years Matt we have been together. I moved with you after you got traded to Toronto no questions asked and no strings attached. I go to every game that I have been able to attend. I’m always here when you get home from the road, I always take care of you after a fight, I would do anything for you and stay with you through thick and thin. So i just don’t get it Matt. What could he have possibly said to you about me that got you so angry and upset.”
“It so stupid. I know what he was trying to do. All he wanted was to get me off the ice because that meant thee would be no one to defend and protect the rookies. I’m so sorry. I know that you would never do any of those things he said and non of those things he said are even close to true. I gave in and game him exactly what he wanted. And then i helped blow the games. I shouldn’t have fought. And i really didn’t mean to make you upset. I love you and hearing him say that you didn’t really got to me.”

“First, you didn’t blow the game, win as a team and lose as a team. You still gave it your all the whole time you were on the ice. So it’s not your fault that Tom Wilson is an ass and we already knew that. Secondly, I accept your apology. Third, I love you too and I’m not going anywhere. If i was i would have stayed in New York but I didn’t. And lastly, I’m sorry too. I lost my cool in the med room and I should have listened to you and let you explain.”  Matt smiled and leaned in to kiss you. Your hands found their way into his hair while he put his hand on your waist. You broke the kiss and put your forehead on his. You smiled. “Come on, lets go get your pretty faced cleaned up. I don’t know who did it but they did a worse job than last time.” Matt laughed as you stood up and grabbed his hand and  pulled him into the bathroom.

“Maybe you should become a trainer so you can fix me after fights.”

“Uh no. I think that I will stick to being your personal nurse at home.” You laughed as you handed him an ice pack fro his eye.


“Yes Matt?”

“Did i tell you how much i love you?”

“Yes Matt?”

“Can I tell you again?”


“I love you (y/n).”

“I love you too Matt.”

There are a series of moments, a catalog of memories that come with falling in love, Dex realizes. It’s not as simple as the movie, it’s messy, and awkward, and Dex is falling hard.  

It was the last day before everyone left for winter break, and the Haus decided to throw a kegster as a farewell. It was just beginning to wind down; the explosive noises had quieted to a dull roar; empty cups had begun to replace the space left by warm bodies and drunken conversations.

But Dex wasn’t aware of that. He had left the party behind to walk Nursey back to his dorm (“Nursey patrol is a bitch, son,” Ransom had told him with a grin before clapping a massive hand down on his shoulder) and a fresh coat of snow had just fallen over the campus, and if he was home under a blanket he could appreciate it, maybe, but lugging an inebriated, 200 pound, hockey player around campus was not how he imagined spending his last night. 

It had taken them awhile to figure out the most efficient way there; Nursey stumbled like he was learning to walk for the first time, so Dex had shuffled in close beside him and looped an arm around his waist to keep him steady. It was practically useless, Nursey slouched and stopped every few minutes to tug his gloves off and wiggle his fingers into Dex’s pockets, but they were getting somewhere.

“Chowder drinks one beer and he’s fucking giggling. I–fuck,” Dex grips Nursey a little tighter when he trips over a crack in the sidewalk, “have a few shots, and…yeah, a few beers, but I need a chaperone?”

“You probably couldn’t even spell chaperone right now.”

“Fuck you, that’s what spellcheck is for.” The still quiet that follows after a snowfall is broken by Nursey’s raucous laugh. He presses even closer until Dex can smell his cologne and the tequila on his breath and he’s smothered by it. “I could write you sonnets and limericks (Dex doesn’t chirp him for slurring the word) and haikus until you’re dizzy.”

“Every time you open your mouth, I can feel my eyebrows singe off.” Dex is grateful for the hat over his head, masking the flush at the tip of his ears. “Dude, you’re probably going to wake up drunk and they won’t let you on the plane home.”

“Nah. I’ll chug like, five gallons of water before I go.”

Nursey hums (off-key) as they walk, and Dex is about to snap before Nursey speaks up again, “Will you miss me? When you’re back in Maine with all your lobster boats?”

Dex snorts. “It’s like 10 degrees up there, it’s too cold for that shit.”  

“Yeah sure,” Nursey says distractedly, jostling his hand in Dex’s pocket, “but you’ll miss me right?” 

And Nursey’s face is inches away, so close he can see the flecks of brown in his eyes and Dex wants to pull him close and kiss him, but instead he musters up a weak smile and says, “Maybe a little.” 

And Nursey’s laugh rings in his ears again. “You dick.” 

Just a Number- William Nylander

Originally posted by jodrouin

Ok anon I hope this is something close to what you had in mind! Serious Willy is not a fun Willy XD Anyway! Hope you guys enjoy!

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Anon Request: You’re seriously my fav tumblr account ever💖💖 anyway could you write an imagine with William nylander where he is insecure about dating an older woman like thinking that he is not mature enough for her or something :)


              You had noticed a change in Willy recently but you didn’t know what was causing it.

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finnedpoe  asked:

”don’t apologize. that’s not the point. did you mean it?” DO IT

The first of your many prompts I have taken a hideously long time getting through - I’m sorry my love, but the others are coming I promise <3

NurseyDex, 1k. Unbetaed so any mistakes are entirely my own.

“Don’t apologise. That’s not the point.” Dex huffs, a short, sharp, frustrated sound, as he passes a hand through his hair. “Did you mean it?”

Derek watches Dex. The flash of his eyes, the tightness to his shoulders, the unhappy tilt to his sharp mouth. Tries to read him. Can’t.

“I guess.” He hedges, dragging up his shoulders, exaggeratedly casual.

Dex just gives him a look, one which is hard and disbelieving. They’ve reached that point in their coexistence - maybe its an Attic thing, a RansomandHolster, D-man thing - they can read one another with a look. Well, Dex can read him. Apparently his Dex-interpretation skills fell by the wayside sometime after his fourth drink.

Derek feels restless and upset, his throat thick, eyes scrunched against the threat of tears. Hurt and misery crawls beneath his skin. His limbs feel too tight; too hot; too much for him to handle. The alcohol has amplified it all. Head, spinning, feet, itching to run, hands, clenching and unclenching with the untapped energy thrumming through his veins.

He shudders out a breath. Forces calm. “It’s cool, man. Forget I ever said anything.”

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Your roommate’s a Chanel-wearing, triple-legacy Tri-Delt from Knoxville who never stops talking? Or a three-hundred pound hockey player from the Dakotas who eats chewing tobacco for breakfast? It’s ok. It’s better than ok. Knowing these people, hearing their stories, understanding the roads they came in on, gives you perspective and develops your empathy nerve, so critical to well-being. Knowing a variety of people—militant, crunchy, goth, spoiled, bored, brilliant— that’s hard to come by once you launch into your necessarily more specialized future.
—  Gorgeous essay from Kelly Corrigan at Medium on being a college freshman, with some great thoughts about perspective thrown in for fun.