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[TEXT:] Tu me rends tellement heureux

[TEXT:] jack, sweetiepie, you know I can’t string together or understand more than a few words

[TEXT:] okay, lets see... that says, you make me

[TEXT:] oh... oh sweetheart, it’s too early in the morning for all this

[TEXT:] you make me so happy too, mr. zimmerman, unbelievably so <3

#TBT.#zimmerbro

* // JACK.

* // cont.

it’s easy to lean into bittle’s touch, palm skimming along the blond’s back in slow, circular motions. and jack lingers there, in that moment of peace and comfort and home. it really is too early. and he hadn’t slept well. but it all falls away when he looks at the boy with sun in his hair.

arms wind around bittle’s frame and the kiss is returned, gently, lazily before they both pull away. one look around the kitchen and jack knows bittle hadn’t gotten much sleep either. it’s stress cooking, something his boyfriend usually does when all other coping mechanisms fail him.

“ i have practice in a few hours. thought i could go for a quick run before that. ” sleeves are already piled up as jack steps further into their kitchen; there is no way he’ll let bittle handle all these dishes alone.

“ i’d ask you to join me, but… i see you’re a little busy at the moment. ” laugh bubbles up, but the curled up corners of his mouth fall a little. “ ——– bits, you okay? ”

going back to where he was cutting slices of brioche bread, he made sure to purposefully bake this type because it’s french and because it could typically sit in the fridge for a night or two besides —— this wonderfully delicious and buttery bread was perfect for french toast. the slices are then cut into three pieces. it’s drawing out the process, much like he wants to draw out his stay here.

turning he catches a glimpse of his boyfriend already making his way towards the sink, mouth dropping open to stay something but it catches in his throat. he’s afraid. afraid he won’t be able to leave his mark here in providence. which is stupid because, isn’t the plan to hopefully move here when he graduates? if they were to get to that conversation, that is.

words are being said, he knows this because he is acutely aware of jack always. and yet he can’t really make sense of them. his face hidden from the raven-haired man thanks to having his back towards him, shoulders up in a slight defense mechanism.

he forgets to laugh.

it’s the moment of silence that follows what he assumes is a question that finally gets bitty to turn towards jack. ❝ hmmm?❞ the look on the other man’s face is not reassuring and that’s the only thing needed to realize what was asked. ❝ oh, i’m fine sweetpea !!❞ a laugh titter out, forced and he gulps to bring moisture to his throat. ❝ i’m sorry, i just —— my mind just isn’t... here, i guess.❞

#zimmerbro #// TBT.

"what are you doing?" shoulder brushes against the door frame and his voice is crooning, the ghost of a smile playing over plum lips. it was early. too early. and already, the house smelled of homemade cooking and one of bitts' famous pies.

❝ oh, good lord !!❞ its hard not to startle, hand coming up to cover at his heart as a nervous huff of laugh escaping him, when the words break the almost silence of the kitchen. the oven behind him hums occasionally, flaring to life as the fire decides more heat is needed, and the plates that are being put off to the side clink-and-clatter. eventually, they will be washed. eventually, bitty will wash them because jack is t o t a l l y not the one who suffers his cooking extravaganzas. despite what said man chirps him over.

paused, he had leaned against the island to just ― THINK. the night had not been kind to him, the idea of leaving back to samwell soon plagued him so hard he stayed in awake flip-flopping on the mattress till finally he decided to take pity on jack around 4 a.m. of course this meant his only option was the kitchen.

the pie was easy to make, blueberry filling having been made only hours before and it was suppose to be for lunch later today but ―― well. his mama always told him pie was made for any occasion. and he’s currently in the process of preparing french toast and bacon for breakfast. one look towards the microwave tells him it’s closing in on 6 a.m., still far too early for either of them to be up usually and so what comes out is, ❝ jack, sweetheart, what are you doing up?❞

going over to kiss the stubbled cheek is easy, wrapping his arms around jack’s middle as he goes up onto his toes again this time to kiss his boyfriend soundly on the mouth. it’s hypocritical but he is also embarrassed to having woken jack, who clearly needs more sleep than him up, but bitty smiles up at him softly. eyes twinkling happy, even as the thought of going back home churns in the back of his mind. summer is coming up soon after all. ❝ you’re looking a little skinny, just thought you could use some pie honey.❞

#// TBT.#zimmerbro