en avant.

[littlestpersimmon]

Love cannot cure anxiety.

[zimmerbro]

hello people! can you please give this post a like/reblog if you’d be interested in writing with a selective JACK ZIMMERMANN from ngozi's comic check, please?? thank you!!

[deanon]

keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side

[preciousdeans]

[bittypie-blog]

[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

[zimmerbro]

bittypie.

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.❞

the smell of fresh bread and bits’ cooking offers a soothing mood, a homey atmosphere. and it reminds jack of all those nights they spent in the haus, when he was busy battling his demons and bittle was just another frog that cooked too often, talked too much. and listened to all those catchy pop songs on repeat all day long. 

but the silence that follows betrays the uncertainty underneath. and jack is sure now -------- something is wrong. 

and his boyfriend is lying. 

“ bits -------- ” fingers still drip with warm, soapy water as he turns, hip resting against the counter. there’s a worried frown that he cannot hide that scrunches his brows closer together, and jack reaches out, voice soft and betraying. “ hey, bud... ”

“ talk to me. ”

[hockeyinspires]

[zacefronsbf]

Charles Melton in Riverdale

[bnwfrenchquotes]

J'entends ta voix dans tous les bruits du monde.

[datable]

[zimmerbro]

* // 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? ”

[hockeyinspires]

[lamourundanger]

Son sourire retourne le coeur, je pourrais passer ma vie entière à le regarder.

[zimmerbro]

"jack?" the words are said softly to the darkness surrounding the room. be it not for the silver of moon that comes from between the curtains, the outline of shoulders would have never been seen. its worrying for still they are. "honey? what are you doing up? it's okay 2 a.m."

the world thunders about him, and his shoulders bow, fingers scrubbing frantically at the line of his unshaven jaw. 

it’s suffocating him, that all too familiar dread that pushes at his ribcage, constricts his lungs. and it seems like he never existed before it; never learned to let go. it feels exactly like it did before. like he’s eighteen again. 

eighteen and drowning and a failure.

it’s just panic, he knows. and there’s that voice in the back of his mind that offers breathless reassurances. offers comfort. but terror kicks the wind out of his lungs and it’s not enough.

it’s not enough. 

why isn’t it enough?

“ ——– bitty? ” frantic eyes look up and there’s only a silhouette. a small frame of a boy who always smelled of fresh dough and blueberry jam. and jack inhales, tongue darting out to run across cotton dry lips. he hadn’t heard the question. wasn’t even sure if bittle had asked him anything. but he knows he’s reaching out, asking, pleading, hands desperate to touch the sunkissed boy. “ bitty…”

[telxiepia]

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[zimmerbro]

Swum right out your depths Now you drown and you go down feeling Second-hand regret Consequence and self-defense Retrace your steps...

[zimmerbro]

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[littlestpersimmon]

His eyes often changed like mood rings, but his feelings always stayed the same. And maybe you did love him, but you never did quite say it back.