Ransom is Bi

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[spending-life-pretending]

do yall even care that ngozi ukazu is making tiktoks responding to comments requesting nurseydex content rn. do yall even know what this is doing to me.

[halfabreath]

Slightly gay Holsom project slightly gay Holsom project slightygayholsomprojectslightLYGAYHOLOMPROJECT

[zimbits-my-love]

made a cute drawing for @atlasthemayor

🤌🤌✨✨

[omgcheckplease]

How are the frogs doing?

Dex: Oh my god, they don’t need an entire newsletter, Nursey. Just say we’re doing good!

Nursey: You mean…we’re doing well?

[incorrect-omgcp-frogs]

Nursey, reading: hmm queer coding

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

[atlasthemayor]

@incorrect-omgcp-frogs I HAD to do this one too since it’s one of my favorites

[homobiwan]

The morning after she hooks up with camilla, lardo tweets “the feminine urge to fuck the hockey captain’s ex girlfriend” and then turns off her phone

[adambirkholtz]

samwell men’s hockey + social media | dynamic duos

[adambirkholtz]

anyone want to bet how many fines they’re racking up? chowder’s probably making a list.

a small birthday present for diana (@hashtagdex) <3 thanks for always letting me scream about check please & listening to me when i ramble about my 1892321783 different art ideas i love uuuu

[zimms]

forever thinking about how many gay jokes ollie and wicks have probably made to each other in the locker room and bitty overhead them and thought that they were homophobic

[gayhausghosts]

Chowder: I dunno man maybe being around Nursey wouldn't be so stressful if you weren't constantly starting shit with him

Dex: I don't constantly start shit!

Nursey, walking into the kitchen: Oh hey Dex, how are you?

Dex:

[adambirkholtz]

i call this collection: pictures of the frogs that make me absolutely lose my shit

[zimmseric]

check, please! + text posts (3/?)

[deniceford]

could you do 29. stormy days nurseydex please! <3

aaa, thank you for sending this, li! I was very torn on how I wanted this to go, so I hope it's ok!! 💛

-

Nursey is drenched, soaked right through to the skin and rivulets of water run down his face, leaving him uncomfortably damp from head to toe. He kicks off his shoes by the front door and his socks squelch as he pads over to where Dex is lost in his computer screen.

Nursey leans over the back of the couch, peering at the nonsense Dex is typing, not bothering to try and parse it out, focusing instead on the pinch of concentration between Dex's eyebrows and the quirk of his lips as he registers Nursey's presence.

"You're dripping on me." Dex says wryly, not looking at Nursey.

"Just wanted to see you for a minute." Nursey replies, dropping a kiss to Dex's hair. "I'm gonna get cleaned up and then movie night?"

"Movie night." Dex confirms.

"Swasome." Nursey replies, and takes the stairs two at a time, dreaming of being able to feel his fingers again, and spending the evening curled up at Dex's side.

-

Nursey is shrugging on one of Dex's thicker jumpers when the lights go out. He jumps, startled by the sudden darkness, blinking in hopes of being able to make out the room around him.

"Dex?" He calls, skidding over to the stair banister, "Is that the electric?"

"Yeah, it's down." Dex replies, sounding frustrated. "I didn't get to send my work off."

Nursey frowns, clicking his phones' torch on, and makes his way down to Dex, who's waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs.

"Is it the whole row?" Nursey wonders, going to peer out the window; the streetlights brighten the night, but as far as the eye can see the houses are extinguished, standing quiet and still against the rolling clouds. "Fuck. What now?"

"We stock up and wait for the storm to pass." Dex says, more confident than Nursey feels. "You get water and snacks, I'll grab the candles and torches, maybe the first aid kit."

"You got it, babe. Meet you downstairs?" Dex offers him a nod and a soft smile, just a quirk of his lips, but it warms Nursey from the inside out.

-

The steps to the basement are a nightmare to navigate in the dark, and cold seeps out of the wood, out of the brick walls and the metal banister. He can't see properly, and every creek of the stairs seems to echo, sending a chill up his spine.

He rushes into the bungalow, tripping over his own feet in his rush, setting their snacks down on Dex's desk so he doesn't have to juggle them.

Dex has set candles out across shelves and desk tops, the glow of them illuminates the room, throwing everything into shadow. Dex carries the last candle over to set down by the food Nursey gathered. "You have enough blankets?" He asks, amused.

"You'll thank me when it's freezing down here later." Nursey sniffs, sweeping past Dex to lay the extra pillows and blankets over Dex's bed. It's chilly down here at the best of times.

Dex watches him, eyes filled with warmth. "I take it you're staying down here tonight, then?" He asks.

Nursey pauses, "Yeah, why?"

Dex shrugs, pushing away from his desk. "Just checking." He wraps his arms around Nursey from behind, hands settling over Nursey's abdomen. "Was gonna ask you to stay, anyway."

Dex shuffles Nursey towards the bed, and Nursey lets himself be bundled into layers of blankets, Dex following suit and curling himself into Nursey's chest.

"Oh you were?" He asks, threading his fingers through Dex's hair, "You want to me to keep you safe from the big, bad thunder storm rolling in?"

Dex tucks his face into Nursey's shoulder, "Maybe I just want you with me." He says, lips brushing against the soft skin over Nursey's pulse.

"That's so fucking sappy," Nursey breathes, but can't help thinking that with the wind still howling outside, the rain beating against the Haus and the threat of thunder rumbling in the distance, that he just wants to be here, where Dex can hold him away from the storm.

[greenbergsays]

How does reading about the same two fuckers falling in love over and over again make a person so goddamn happy.

[stormbends]

#WILL THEY KISS? #of course they’re going to kiss #YEAH BUT WILL THEY KISS?????????

[a-writerwrites]

Omg. Every. Fucking. Time.

[doggernaut]

12. “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” for zimbits!! ❤️

They’re on the porch swing, sitting far enough apart for there to be plausible deniability if Bitty’s parents get home from running errands early, when Bitty’s phone, sitting between them, lights up with a text from Mama. Bitty’s eyes are drawn to the message — “Is there anything you boys need while we’re at the store?” — but Jack’s eyes are drawn to something else.

“Am I your lock screen?” he asks, just one corner of his mouth lifted in the beginning of a smile. He slides it closer, picks it up like he wants a better look.

“You weren’t supposed to see that!” Bitty yelps, grabbing the phone out of Jack’s grasp and clutching it to his chest, screen facing away from Jack.

“Why?” Jack’s confusion is evident in the way his brow is knit together. He motions for Bitty to turn the phone around. 

“It’s us,” Bitty says, feeling a little embarrassed. Lardo took the picture of Shitty, Bitty, and Jack at graduation and the full version is on Bitty’s Instagram, but it’s just Bitty and Jack who fill the screen now. In the absence of photographic evidence of him and Jack as an actual couple, he’d opted to crop Shitty out.

He knows it’s silly, and a little dangerous, to make a photo of just the two of him his lock screen. What if one of his parents picks his phone up by accident? Bitty’s pretty sure he can convince them it’s a just a picture he likes, if it comes to that. It’s not like their casual pose suggests anything more than friendship. He hadn’t thought, though, that he’d have to explain it to Jack. Now it just seems silly. Sure, they’ve kissed, and they Skyped almost every day between their first kiss at Samwell and Jack arriving in Madison to celebrate the Fourth of July (including one very memorable session that Bitty is grateful took place while his parents were out at a football team fundraising dinner), but Skype sex and kissing are one thing. Maybe they’re not at the “Make Your Boyfriend Your Lock Screen” stage of the relationship yet. Especially since they aren’t technically boyfriends.

But darn it, they’re something. And it’s not like Bitty’s been able to stop thinking about it for more than five minutes at a time since Jack kissed him more than a month ago, but seeing this picture of them together — even in a not-officially-together capacity — lends some extra heft to the idea that Jack is real, that this thing they’re starting is real, that they’re a ‘they.’ It’s something to hold onto when Bitty can’t wrap his arms around Jack and hold him close.

Jack smiles softly, an expression Bitty is learning to read as an endearment, one Jack reserves just for him. “Why were you trying to hide it? I like it. It’s just … it’s not the best picture of us together, is it?”

Just like that, the shaky ground beneath Bitty suddenly feels stable again. “I cropped Shitty out,” Bitty confesses. “I don’t have many pictures of the two of us together.”

“Well, maybe it’s time to change that,” Jack says, thumbing down to open the camera app on Bitty’s phone. “How about a selfie?”

Bitty slides over, closes the distance between them until he’s tucked up under Jack’s arm. Neither of them has to fake a smile; they’re both so giddy over finally being together that neither has stopped smiling since Jack arrived. Bitty didn’t know Jack Zimmermann was capable of smiling so much, and if anybody had told him a year ago that they’d be sitting here doing this, he wouldn’t have believed them.

“I like it,” Jack says as Bitty fiddles with the filter. There’s no plausible deniability here, no question about what they are to each other. Jack took a series of pictures, but in this one he’s looking at Bitty, his expression undeniably smitten. It’s his soul laid bare, and Bitty’s expression is equally lovestruck. He knows neither of them can share it publicly. Not yet. Maybe they can take one more, put their sunglasses on to cover up their heart eyes. That will look casual, right? Just two bros hanging out and drinking beer on a hot summer day.

But Jack is reaching for Bitty’s phone again and sending it to himself, taking his own phone out of his pocket and doing something that looks like …

“Mr. Zimmermann, am I going to be your lock screen now?” Bitty asks flirtatiously, a little surprised Jack is using such a personal picture. 

“You have been for a while,” Jack confesses, showing Bitty his current lock screen: It’s a photo he took of Bitty in Faber just before graduation and lord, if Bitty weren’t already completely in love with this boy, well, this would clinch it. “I just think it’ll be nice to have one of us together.”

[omgpoindexter]

nursey starts all his essays with listen, bitch to kickstart the writing process

[omgpoindexter]

one time he sends his essay off with it still written on the first line. after that he asks dex and chowder to proofread every essay he does

[semie78]

drew the newlyweds for @olliewicks~

[hiddenbookshop]

Currently crushing so hard on @xiaq‘s story, Like Real People Do! Kent and Eli are the cutest <3 Go read it guys!