i still ship bittynurse so hard the way theyre both dancing in that panel in the hockey shit with r&h about locker rooms
LET BITTY GRIND ON NURSEY AT A KEGSTER
the way nursey takes bitty's phone and coyly posts on his twitter when they're stalling him to surprise him with the new oven on his birthday. the way bitty flips out at nursey's gross loogie habit and yet is on his emergency contact list after he does the annie's backflip vine. nursey deserves better than dex, nursey can marry the protagonist!
the way baker and poet. ugh. im gonna commission a bittynurse kiss at some point i have to
Bitty looked up at Nursey and scowled. "Why is my boyfriend, an actual child, so much taller than me. This is illegal, I'm calling the police."
Nursey snorted and slung his arm around Bitty's shoulders, pressing Bitty's head into his chest. "I'm twenty years old," he said.
"Yeah," Bitty said. "A literal baby."
Part Two: https://nurseyxbitty.tumblr.com/post/157964582630/nurseybitty-headcanon-200-part-two
“Zodiac, get up, you’ll be late!”
Zodiac dragged his blanket down from over his eyes and squinted at Pops. But the blond Southern man had already disappeared from the door.
He stood up, and immediately tripped over a toy WWE wrestling ring set up with Shopkins as the wrestlers.
-
Holding Dad’s hand as he was led into the schoolyard, Zodiac frowned, not because he was upset, but because facial expressions are different on everyone and don’t necessarily always offer a glimpse from the outside into the self. Sarah Cunningham, Dakota and Fletcher’s mom, squatted down to make their faces level and gave him a wide toothy grin, but her eye shape didn’t change. He stepped protectively behind Dad.
“Grumpy today, isn’t he?” Sarah said, before exploding into forced laughter.
Zodiac wasn’t, but he didn’t say that, he just looked nervously up at Dad, who met his eyes with understanding.
Then Derek turned to Sarah and smiled, but a smaller smile. Zodiac didn’t like this business of fake-smiling.
-
“Zodiac! Come on!”
Moses Jones was tapping the top of the jungle gym, where he sat comfortably, waiting for his friend to join him. Zodiac was quiet and steady as he moved his hands and feet, crawling up more than pulling himself up, like Moses had. He had seen his Dad do it this way at the bouldering gym. “Come on!” Moses was so excited to sit at the top of the playground with his friend. He reached out for Zodiac with both arms, and Zodiac, after a moment’s hesitation, took them. Moses tugged him gently to the top, and put an arm around him as Zodiac turned back.
It felt like they were at the top of the school: they could see the roof of the slide, the tops of the kids’ heads as they played on the swings, and they could see over the play structure to the doors where they’d been let out for recess.
“I’m...I’m Spiderman,” said Zodiac.
“I’m...” Moses said slowly, “I’m...”
They felt vibration through the metal supports of the jungle gym, and saw Kayla, in pink striped leggings and a skirt, pulling herself up with her long, strong limbs.
“Hi, Zodiac. Hi, Moses,” she said.
“He’s Spiderman,” Moses said.
“I mean hi Spiderman.”
“Hi,” Zodiac said. He reached down to pull her, like Moses had for him, and she grabbed onto his hand while pulling herself up with her other arm. She tiptoed on the reinforced, rubber-covered chains around them, looking at the entire playground.
“I’m a whale,” Moses finally said. “I’m gonna learn to swim, Zodiac. I’m...I’m gonna be in...a class.”
“You’re a whale.”
“Whales are sick.”
“I’m gonna jump from up here,” Kayla said, pointing to a structure a few feet away.
She jumped and fell on her knee, scratching it.
“Ow,” she said.
“Kayla, you hurt,” Zodiac said, turning. “It’s ‘cause you don’t have web-slinging. You need to be Spiderman.”
A teacher ran up to Kayla. “Hey, K! That wasn’t safe!”
“It’s ‘cause I wasn’t Spiderman,” Kayla said, and the teacher made a snorting noise behind her hand as she led her away to the nurse.
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“Pops? Dad?”
Derek and Eric, seated across from each other, each looked to the side at their son, holding his fork and knife but looking at an untouched plate of potatoes and scrambled eggs, his favorite dish.
“Honey? Eric said.
“Kiddo?” Derek said.
“M-M-Mrs C-Cunningham said,” Zodiac wasn’t sure why his voice sounded so weird suddenly, “She said I have...an interesting name. S-She asked if...I like Chinese food.”
It somehow hurt even more when Dad put his face into his palm, in Zodiac’s peripheral vision. That’s when he really started to sniffle.
“S-she said my n-name means...means...twelve...animals...in...like...chinese food, she said she’s a rooster, I d-d-don’t know what she was talking about...”
Zodiac was picked up and cradled, his back rubbed gently, by Eric, as Derek patted his head, the two men standing and comforting him.
