#nurseyweek

[zim-tits]

Chowder: Wow! Is all that from your mom?

Nursey: Nah, some people on tumblr sent it, lol.

Dex: So should we just add ours to the pile, or?

I think he had a pretty good birthday, y’all! Happy Valentines!

[fanartshmanart]

Here are all of my drawings for this year’s Nursey Week! I had a blast doing these.

All of these posts can be found here !!

references I used:

Nursey: Désiré Mia, Reece King

Dex: This guy, whose name I tried to find for forever and never could

Chowder: Eric Nam, Xu Kai Cheng

[atlasthemayor]

Just found out about Nurseyweek last night so I had to rush this baby outta the oven! Reblogging and commenting is highly appreciated!! (omg he looks so cute with all his little thingssssss) (I know this follows none of the prompts and I’m very sorry, but I’ll try to do one of those later)

[randomnoteforfuturereference]

Nursey wishing everyone a happy Valentines Day: be it romantic, platonic, familial, or simply chilling by yourself.

All the love from this birthday boy.

[geniusorinsanity]

cheshire cat in a tree

written for nursey week day 4: canon divergence

“Ey, little Nurse,” Tater says, slinging an arm around Nursey’s neck as they climb out of the car. “Why you so nervous? Never go to college party before?”

“I’ve been to parties,” Nursey says, grumbling a little. He’d spent a year in the AHL before the Falcs picked him up this season, and it’s not like he doesn’t have a fake ID, even if the guys are pretty good about patrolling the rookies.

(The phrase “just because we’re near Boston doesn’t mean we want another Seguin,” has been tossed around. Nursey still cringes.)

“And anyway, it’s a frat house,” he says, grimacing up at the building across the street. Is that a beach chair on the roof over the porch? What...the actual fuck? “I’ve seen movies, Tater, I think I have an idea of what to expect.”

“No, they’re nice,” Tater assures him, steering him by the shoulders towards the house, which looks like it’s already vibrating from the bassline of whatever music is thrumming through it. “You like little B, yes? So you will like all the rest!”

Nursey makes a face at him, but Tater has two inches and twenty-five pounds on him; when Tater decides to push him somewhere, there’s not much he can do about it. They go up the stairs to the porch, where the door is already opening. Nursey nearly melts in relief to see Jack Zimmermann there.

(read the rest on ao3!)

[alocalband]

On Valentine’s Day his senior year, Nursey returns to the Haus after a birthday lunch with Chowder, to find Dex standing in the middle of their room determinedly holding out a bouquet of flowers.

“Um. What.” Nursey is a little too confused by what’s happening right now to even make it a question.

“Here,” Dex says, and holds the bouquet out a little further.

Nursey just stares at it. Then stares at Dex, whose cheeks are definitely starting to color. “You got me flowers.”

“Happy Birthday.”

“You got me flowers on Valentine’s Day.”

“Also known as your birthday.”

“Yeah, but...” Nursey takes off his hat and throws it onto his bed. “Flowers.” He’s really having a hard time getting past that part.

Everything about his day so far has been awesome, but nothing out of the ordinary. Team breakfast over a stack of birthday pancakes, an embarrassingly sentimental skype call with his parents followed by a slightly more sarcastic and annoying one with his sister, lunch with Chowder...

Nursey was expecting his afternoon to consist of a cat nap, going through all the social media birthday wishes he’s received, and then an evening of bro time over Netflix and take-out with Dex.

Not... whatever this is.

Dex huffs in frustration. “Look, you said no one had ever gotten you flowers before, because everyone always defaults to actual birthday presents instead of traditional Valentine’s crap, and so I just thought...” But he trails off, losing steam abruptly. He heaves a sigh, dropping the hand with the bouquet down to his side and reaching his other hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Fuck. I don’t know what I thought. I’m doing this all wrong.”

Nursey feels his heart clench as his brain starts to catch up to the warm feeling in his chest. “That depends on what ‘this’ is,” he says lowly, nearly a whisper.

“’This’ is me being an idiot, apparently. I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go toss these, and then maybe get on a plane to Australia.”

Nursey laughs, but also reaches a hand out to stop Dex from leaving. “Hey,” he says, and they are suddenly a lot closer than they were just a second ago. “I like the flowers. Please don’t throw them out.”

He watches Dex’s adam’s apple bob as he swallows, and Dex’s cheeks burn an even darker shade of red.

“I just wanted to do something nice,” Dex mutters, his eyes trained on the floorboards. “I’m not good with words. I thought maybe I could get away with telling you through, like, some romantic gesture.”

“Telling me what?” Nursey can’t help but ask, because Nursey is good with words, and likes words, and kind of needs words. Even if he knows it’s a lot to ask sometimes.

Dex draws in a deep, fortifying breath, and then raises his head up to meet Nursey’s gaze. “That I want to cook you dinner tonight, and then watch that weird Netflix show you keep telling me is so freaking great. That I want to keep getting you flowers, even on completely random days, for no other reason than because I want to see you smile. That we graduate in three months and I really don’t want that to mean the end of us.”

Nursey can see in the tense set of Dex’s muscles and the flush that now spreads from Dex’s cheeks all the way up his temples to his hairline as well as down his neck to his shirt collar, how hard that was fror the guy. But the expression on Dex’s face speaks of such stubborn bravery to have fought his way through it that Nursey doesn’t know what’s more endearing, the actual admission or the fact that Dex was able to make it in the first place.

Nursey gently takes the flowers from Dex’s hand and sets them on the desk to his left. He steps forward and places a careful hand at Dex’s jaw. “’Us?’” he asks, breathless.

Dex is an elephant-eared tomato at this point, but he manages a nod. “I think we’ve been getting there, at least. Slowly, but. I don’t want to stop? I want to keep going with you.”

Nursey grins, his heart now in his throat. As of this moment, this is the best birthday he’s ever had. And kind of, in a manner of speaking, the only Valentine’s Day he’s ever had.

“I want that too,” he says, and then leans in to kiss the worried frown off Dex’s lips.

It’s awhile before they pull apart. Dex holds onto him throughout like he’s afraid Nursey will disappear, and Nursey just straight-up likes the taste and feel of Dex right where Nursey’s never admitted to wanting him until it became a possibility, that he could drown in it.

“We should get a vase for the flowers,” Nursey says, panting and unwilling to release his grip on Dex’s shirt.

Dex rests his forehead against Nursey’s shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. “Derek, you have so many more flowers coming that letting this one wilt a little won’t even register.”

“But this one is special.”

Dex lifts his head and gives him a look that’s half amused and half fond. “You fucking sap.”

“Hey, I’m not the one who bought the damn things. If you really want a ‘who’s the bigger sap’ war I will happily commandeer the sin bin and take you to town, Poindexter.”

Dex’s face when trying not to laugh will never get old. But Nursey still memorizes it now, like he has every single time before, and probably will every single time to come.

“Alright, here’s my plan,” Nursey powers on, when it’s clear that Dex is still a little too flustered. “Flower vase acquisition, then afternoon nap slash dick around on my phone time, then romantic home cooked dinner. How many of those things do you wanna join me on?”

Dex tentatively leans back into Nursey’s space and winds an arm around Nursey’s waist. His tone when he answers isn’t full of his usual stubbornness when faced with something he’s scared of, but, rather, a sincerity and earnestness that Nursey wants to bottle up and carry with him wherever he goes.

“All of it,” Dex says. “If it’s with you? If it’s important to you? I want to be there for all of it.”

[nanlicia]

alright dweebs it’s derek malik nurse’s fuckin birthday (!!!!!) and i’m on overnights which means i’m home during the day today and i’m also pathetically single so i have no plans so. time for some nursey headcanons (@nurseyweek )

nursey has never once in his entire life eaten a lima bean

he has fallen down, on average, 81 staircases per year

this statistic is actually inaccurate; 2009 was a bad year in which he tripped down almost 3 staircases a week because he experienced a growth spurt and was getting accustomed to it, and it shouldn’t have been counted

he enjoys playing defense but if he could choose to play any other position on the team it would be goalie

if his teammates could choose any other position on the team for nursey to never be allowed to play ever, even in scrimmages, even in practices, even as a joke, it would be goalie

he’s uncoordinated, folks, this is a fact

nursey once wore flip-flops to a SMH bbq and shitty just about burst into tears, exclaiming how proud he was of him for forgoing his hipster ways and embracing the carefree lifestyle flip-flops can give a person

nursey promptly left and returned an hr later wearing a pair of doc martens he went out and bought for the express purpose of being a troll

oh that reminds me

nursey wishes he was a troll, like he really enjoys harmless practical pranks too, and he’s very perceptive of people and figures out very easily how to make them crack, but the guy can’t keep a straight face to save his life and always always every single time bursts out laughing prematurely

he ruins the punchline to almost every joke he tries to tell

he has a pair of winnie the pooh slippers his sister got him for his 18th birthday as a joke, which he wears around his dorm every single day until he wears through the soles, at which time he goes and orders another pair online

when she visits him during winter break of his junior year at samwell and sees them, he just says they’re the same pair she had given him, and he wears them all the time and she tries not to make it into a big thing and he tries to just shrug it off but she screams internally over how much she loves her goofy-ass little brother

he also has a scarf his mom gave him way back before he left for andover, which he sleeps with sometimes when he’s homesick

that one no one ever learns about

he’s in four different groupchats with his family members

one: his parents and sister

two: his grandparents and sister

three: his sister and their cousins

four: his sister and the screenshots of all other gc’s they’re in and their combined Judgement™

he loves poetry but he is really bad with remembering poets and which works belong to them, except for a handful of really popular/important ones

he falls in love with poetry all over again every single time he reads a poem, even if it’s horribly written

he’s a very emotional person

he sobbed when he watched wall-e for the first time

he was 12 years old

also, he only owns two sweater vests

he wears them often enough people think he has a bunch but nope. just the two.

his favorite tv show is sister, sister

his sister, dana, used to watch it every day after school and because she was 7 years older she won every fight over the remote, so she got to pick and that was her show, and over time it became their favorite show together

as he gets older, anytime he’ll think about sister, sister it will bring such a strong nostalgia into his heart and he’ll tear up a little, then make time to call dana so they can bitch about their days to each other and he can hear her voice

his grandpa owns a bakery in midtown nyc and he makes the best damn pie derek’s ever had

he’s really really really nice to bitty about his pies, but tbhhhhh….. *side eye*

derek worked every summer in the bakery from age 8 to 16, before he started doing internships and community service during the summers to put on his college apps

his grandpa would only let him work out front because the back of the house just,,, wasn’t a good place for a young man as prone to accidents and personal injury as derek malik nurse

there was also an incident with a fire extinguisher and the main oven and grandpa just,,, would rather forget about it thanks

he met his first boyfriend working at that counter; a cute domincan boy with dark skin and deep brown eyes and a smile that stretched miles and it took derek two weeks to work up the courage to offer to hang out with adrian after work and then it was another three weeks of awkwardly dancing around each other before one day adrian reached out and took derek’s hand in his before they left the bakery together and derek just smiled and blushed and leaned into him as they walked down the street

summer boyfriends in high school don’t last long, but it was sweet and adrian was kind and derek was really glad to have had him as his boyfriend for those three short months

derek’s all-time favorite genres of music are funk and old school-golden age rap/hip hop, because that’s what he was raised on, but he does enjoy a very wide range of music and has favorite artists from so many genres

he likes to hum under his breath, and wishes he could sing well but he. can’t.

his favorite color is brown

every shade of it

fight me him

his favorite time of day is high-noon

his least favorite thing to do is push-ups but he absolutely loves running

he had an instant quiet crush on chris chow from the moment they met, which he will harbor in silence for the rest of his life, well past the time he meets, falls in love with, and marries his future spouse, he will always kinda crush on his bff

his spouse will know this, but also will know that derek’s not interested in pursuing it at all and will not ever be bothered by it

derek is just very loved and very cherished every single day of his life by every single person he chooses to keep in it and it’s only what he deserves

[nurseyweek]

Nurseyweek Prompts!!

Alrighty, so it took a bit of time but the prompts are finally prepared and ready. Hals and I decided to go with something of an overarching theme. We’ve done Nursey’s life at different ages, but there are also poems we’ve connected to each stage of life that people can draw inspiration from;

8th - 5 years old; Abuela, de Carrizo Springs by Ariana Brown 9th - 10 years old; summer, somewhere by Danez Smith 10th - 14 years old; On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong 11th - 18 years old; Rudy Francisco’s Poem 12th - 21 years old; The 17-Year-Old & the Gay Bar by Danez Smith 13th - 27 years old;  Daylight Saving Time Flies Like an Instagram of a Weasel Riding a Woodpecker & You Feel Everything Will Be Alright by Regie Cabico 14th - 35 years old; Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye

These are the prompts for the week of the 8th to the 14th for Nursey Week. A reminder; we’re going for more Nursey-centric content and we’ll be tracking the tags #NurseyWeek, #Nursey Week, and #OMGNurseyWeek. Feel free to look up the poets as well and read any other works by them!

Have fun!!

~Tony and Hals