Okay, I'm fairly new to the fandom so this has probably been done already but
I keep picturing Simon setting up a whole ‘romantic dinner’ thing for Baz (with Penny’s help obvs) but instead of just leaving it be as like a cute little date Simon insists on making garlic bread and setting the table with silver cutlery and all of this other shit that’s supposed to repel vampires, because 'it’s for science’ (and Penny kinda feels like she should argue, but she’s just a curious as he is, and she low-key finds it funny that Simon’s still the same old Simon) and Baz walks in and he just falls around laughing and idk I just,,
The first time Jack sets foot in Georgia, it takes less than a minute for the first drop of sweat to slide down his back.
The air is hot and humid, clinging to his skin and wrapping around him as a constant reminder of where he is, what he really came here for.
Mrs. Bittle (“Oh Jack, that’s Suzanne to you,”) is warm and welcoming, something she shares with her son. Mr. Bittle (“I’m known as Coach around here, son,”) greets him with a firm handshake and is all smiles after that. It’s clear as day how proud they are of their son, but Jack knows how good Bitty is at dismissing compliments unless they’re about one of his pies. Jack wonders if Bitty sees it.
His first night is Madison is quiet—not by choice, but because the Bittles’ bedroom is right down the hall. It’s all fairly innocent: the most he gets out of Bitty are a few hushed giggles and whispered chirps from red-kissed lips. Jack’s heart feels lighter than it has in ages.
There’s quite the crowd gathered at the Bittles’ residence for the fourth of July, where Jack shakes too many hands and answers too many questions. Bitty is holed up in the kitchen practically all day with his mother, but keeps peeking out every so often to monitor Jack. It’s sweet, even though he doesn’t need to; there’s sweat pooling at Jack’s lower back again but it isn’t a product of anxiety. He doesn’t mind talking to these people who don’t know him, and talking about hockey and Bitty and Samwell comes easily.
It’s a few hours before Bitty is able to steal the family truck and sneak them out of the party, alone, with no one listening down the hallway this time. Bitty parks it just off the road and everything goes dark when he cuts the engine and the headlights turn off.
Jack climbs into the back of the truck, Bitty following close behind. Jack stretches alongside him, placing a heavy arm over his shoulders as Bitty leans into him.
His skin feels clammy, the sweat on his back turning tacky in the cooler night air. There are fireworks dotting the sky above them, eclipsing the stars and echoing the feeling inside Jack’s chest. The emotion builds up along with the music playing softly from the truck’s radio. Bitty turns to look at Jack, eyes big and bright as colours play across his face. This is it, Jack thinks, and surrounds himself with that thought, that feeling, until it’s everywhere.
nursey is that person who takes 600 stupid pictures/videos of dex every single day and puts them on snapchat/instagram/facebook/twitter/flat out sends them to people through text, with stupid little captions like “wow” or just like a string of heart emojis. sometimes he puts them up and captions them with poetry, because he’s gross.
sometimes he’ll send a picture of dex napping to chowder and is like “how did i get so lucky dude” and chowder sends back a picture of farmer, raising her eyebrows at the camera and he’s like “SAME!!! WOW!!!”
sometimes he tweets gross lines from poems that are CLEARLY written about dex, with a bunch of hearts, and everyone is like “awww”
dex, on the other hand, takes pictures of nursey mid-sneeze and sends them to the group chat and captions them nothing but “nice”
he takes videos of nursey snoring and puts them on snapchat, his tweets about nursey are all just out of context quotes from him when he’s high followed by a string of question marks, or the occasional “my boyfriend is an idiot” tweet.
he texts bitty and is like “can you ask jack if he has any really good pictures of nursey?” and bitty is like “aw sure honey i’ll ask. what do you need them for?” and dex is like “im going to morph his face with a bunch of different animals. also, if he has any good pictures of geese, that would also be cool.” and bitty is just like “o…..k……”
one time he uploaded a picture to facebook that was nursey’s face photoshopped onto an egg. he captioned it with a single heart emoji. nursey shared the picture to his page. no one really understands their relationship.
reminder that there’s only one chance left for us to get a second season. please whatever you’re doing this sunday, turn your tv on on usa network 10pm eastern time, and tell your friends! international viewers; spam @usa_network on twitter like crazy with the hashtag #eyewitness!
Alexei’s never been good with words. Even in Russian, they tend to fail him, the fluid sentences he sculpts in his mind fall dead on the tip of his tongue, and he spits out the most generic version of what he’s thinking. And he’s even worse in English. And it kills him, because he wants so much to be able to tell Kent exactly what he’s thinking, the feelings that emanate through his body whenever those thoughts cross his mind.
And he knows that Kent is a romantic. Kent initially tried to deny it, tried to pretend like he didn’t want those rom-com, fairytale, sweep-you-off-your-feet moments, but he gave in. He doesn’t hide his desire when the couple kisses in the rain, doesn’t try to hide the starstruck look in his eyes when one of them confesses their love, waxing poetic about the little moments, the tiny quirks in their personality that they notice and that draw them further into love. He wants to hear those words. He wants those moments in the rain.