[ID: Full body of Jack, back to the viewer, looking absolutely stacked with cake in a blue spandex shirt and tight knee-length compression shorts. He looks shyly over his shoulder to Bitty in the foreground, saying, “Euh, Bittle…I’m not sure about these compression shorts…” Bitty is facing away from him towards the viewer. He has his eyes closed, face screwed up in gratitude, both hands clasped together against his cheek, and is shedding a single tear. He silently recites a Christian pre-meal prayer “Bless us O Lord these thy gifts which we are about to receive from thy bounty” /end ID]

Bone apple teeth ✨

[ID: Chowder, Dex, and Nursey sitting together on a grassy background, looking to be posing for a photo. Chowder is in the foreground, leaning in towards Dex and smiling with one hand on his own thigh and the other on Dex’s. Dex, leaning on one arm toward Chowder and tilting his face into his hair, grins at the camera. Nursey, tucked in behind Dex with one leg pulled up, has one elbow resting on his knee to place his hand on Dex’s shoulder and the other arm stretched out behind them to drape over Chowder’s shoulder. He is smiling serenely, chin resting on the hand he has in Dex’s shoulder, showing off his dimples. /end ID]

Frog piles are a must

[ID: 1. Dex sitting up in bed in his freshman dorm wearing only boxers, flushed with fever, messy hair, snot dripping from his nose. He is staring at the thermos in his hand that Bitty left for him, thinking “he made me soup…and pie…” 2. Repeat of panel one, Dex now looking stricken and blushing from chest to hairline, thinking “oh, no…” A pride flag has taken over the screen. /end ID]

Freshman Dex: something LGBT happened to me today

itsybittle:

Cons of dating Holster:

Impossible to Netflix and Chill.

a love like an anagram

Pairing:Nursey/Dex

Words:20.5k

Rating:General

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Tags:POV Derek “Nursey” Nurse, Poet Derek “Nursey” Nurse, Frenemies, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Feelings Realization, The D-Men Bond is Sacred and Gay

Summary:

Dex cracks first because he’s always the one who does. “So, are you going to say it or should I?”

“Say what?”

Dex nails him in the shoulder. “You know what.”

Derek thinks he might. He manages to squeeze in the last of his books on the bottom shelf of his newly gifted bookcase and leans back to survey the entire thing. It’s a perfect fit, but he knew it would be. “You don’t hate me.”

“I actually don’t,” Dex says and there’s a hint of wonder in his voice.

(Or, Nursey and Dex realize that they might maybe more than tolerate each other.)

[Part 1 of Triangular Theory of Love Series]

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codiegirl1358:

Imagine when the frogs are seniors and the newest frogs (tadpoles?) start asking them about Jack. “What was he like?” “Did he party with you guys a lot?” “I bet he was a real ladies man!” And the frogs just look at each other before they say something like, “Picture the most stereotypical Canadian possible and add about 3,000 dad jokes and boring history documentaries.” “I only saw him at two parties and I’m pretty sure he was just there for Bitty.” And Nursey on the ground weezing “they think- they think he’s smooth! I can’t!”

somehowunbroken:

Nursey goes home for summer after finally starting to date Dex. He ends up cornered by a bunch of uncles and older cousins at the 4th of July barbeque and he thinks, “This is it. This is the ‘You’re not really gay are you?’ Talk and the'Have you tried not being gay?’ shtick.” They’re crowded pretty close around the grills and he’s boxed in on all sides.

Stonefaced, his gramps raises his glass of iced tea in a half inch toast. Man clears his throat and says, “Welcome to the Nurse Men’s Whipped and Stupidly in Love Society.”

Derek lets go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding as their front breaks and his family starts breaking into snickers. Elbows are jostling him gently and someone shoulder bumps him in the direction of the patio chairs. It’s his Uncle Louis who really releases the hounds, though, with the words, “So tell us about your boy.”

One day, he won’t remember what was said but the 4th of July when he was 19 will be a warm haze of laughter and love and men older than him telling him that they’ve loved him for forever and that’s never going to change.

Preview #7:

@tapdancinglorax (AO3)

“Welcome to the Haus,” a voice from above them says. They jump a foot in the air. Ollie looks up, and another boy with matted hair and crazy eyes is perched in a tree. “It’s where they keep us.”

“What do you mean?” Ollie asks. “We’re here to train.”

The boy laughs, and it’s crazy. “Bull. Shit. We don’t train. This is where they keep the powerful ones, the ones who can do shit. The dangerous ones. The other kids get to fuck the fuck off home or stay and join the military and be heroes. Us, we get to sit on our asses and try not to die every five days.”

“Who are you?” The other kid asks, voice small and insecure.

“Name’s Shitty,” the boy says, and swings down to the ground. His hands are bloody. “Welcome to Samwell.”

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Preview #6:

Universal guide on how to set your friends up together

@blepbean​

“Fine, you know what. I’ll leave.”

“Good.”

“As soon as you tell me to leave.”

“Derek,” he says softly, but shaky at the vowels, like his heart is too full to take in anymore love, or maybe it’s not used to it.

Nursey steps into Dex’s space, because if they’re ending whatever they had in the first place—which was just nothing but malice that could turn into something else—he’ll be the one to do it, “tell me to leave. Tell me to fuck off. I’ll make it easier for the both of us and I’ll leave the team, you’ll find someone a new d-partner to hate and you will never have to see me again.”

“Fuck you,” his voice is now shaking, he takes Nursey’s turtleneck and grabs a handful of it, knuckles going white, veins showing.

“Tell me to leave,” Nursey says, a faint smile on his lips, because he thinks that he’ll never ever get tired of this bastard, “and I’ll go.”

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Preview #2:

@peach-p0t(AO3)

But once Shitty told Bitty in front of half the team that he should get his forehead signed, they were quick to all pressure him into it, making him promise to have the sharpie with him when he asked.

“I am not doing that,” he insisted in the moment, handing the sharpie back after Shitty had forced it into his hands.

“Come on, Bitty, if you don’t we will pick on you forever for it,” Ransom said.

“Y’all already pick on me.”

“How ‘bout this?” Shitty said, handing the sharpie back. “I’ll bet you 20 bucks you won’t do it.”

“You’re trying to bribe me into makin’ a fool of myself in from of Jack Zimmermann?”

“Is it working?”

“No!” Bitty tried handing the sharpie back one last time, but Shitty moved his hands away.

“Alright, how’s 40 then? Holster will pay 20.”

“Hey, I didn’t agree to that!” Holster said.

“I’ll add some, too,” Ransom added, and soon enough, there was $100 waiting for Bitty if he could just get Jack Zimmermann to sign his forehead.

He couldn’t just let $100 go down the drain.

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