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ID: 1. Dex and Nursey sitting at a table together, Dex idly typing on a laptop and Nursey digging his hand in a bag of veggie chips. He grins over at Dex and asks, “Would you slap your best friend for a million dollars?” Without looking up, brown creased in irritation, Dex replies “I would kick you in the face for free.”
2. Nursey pulls out a single chip and stares at Dex, eyes gone all big and shiny, cheeks flushed, and sparkles surrounding his head. He shakily asks, “I’m your best friend?” Dex jerks his head up to gaze into the middle distance, mouth pursed and cheeks flushed. /end ID
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shitty: (picks up phone) Jacques L’Sexymann. how’s it going
jack: (voice cracking) i haven’t seen bitty since the album came out
jack: please do you know where he is
shitty: ah
shitty: fuck…
shitty:…
shitty: ……….LARDS
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today's shower thoughts: bitty's first providence visit that august is really the first time they get the luxury of figuring out how they like to sleep together.
so that first night they crawl into bed and bitty tries not to make a big deal of the fact that jack chose a side of the bed that he very clearly does not sleep in (even though that, and the fact that jack super nonchalantly asks if bitty's bringing senior bun to bed, makes his whole body feel jittery and fluttery)
and once they finally get settled in, once they've talked until their eyelids grew too heavy, bitty tucks himself into the sheets and tugs the blanket up to his ears and nestles senior bun under his pillow, then blinks sleepily at jack (more than a little giddy that he gets to fall asleep in the same bed as jack zimmermann) and says, "g'night, honey."
he expects a sleepy smile in return - it's one of his favorites, the one that greeted him every sunday morning throughout the last few months of his sophomore year, as the two of them headed towards faber in the dark - but instead jack's face does something strange. "you -- you wanna stay all the way over there?"
bitty looks at the scant ten inches of mattress between them. "oh. uh...?"
"I thought maybe we could, uh. spoon?"
bitty very heroically does not squirm happily at hearing jack say spoon. he bets shitty will pay buckets for the privilege. "well, I... I kinda like sleepin' on my stomach."
"ah. okay." jack smiles gently and knocks his knee against bitty's shin beneath the sheets. "good night, bittle."
but bitty looks at jack, at the way he's lying on his side, arm curled around his pillow -- like maybe he always sleeps like this, with space left over for someone to curl into his arms -- and realizes, another bout of elated butterflies flittering around his stomach, that this someone is him now. and then, with another full-body wave of delighted fondness:
jack zimmermann is a cuddler.
so, see, bitty is no fool. he's not going to let this opportunity slip away, not when he never even dreamed he could have this a few months back. so he shuffles a little closer, closes the distance between them, smiles shyly when he sees jack watching him with confusion, and carefully maneuvers himself until he's lying on jack's chest, one of his legs snug between jack's. he doesn't let himself overthink it, because if he would, he'd surely talk himself out of it.
"this okay?"
jack's arms enfolding around him is a good enough answer. the soft kiss he presses to bitty's forehead is a bonus.
"'s great. good night, bits."
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Bitty: Jack Laurent Zimmermann, you are the sweetest handsomest silliest boy on this planet and you can’t go a SINGLE phone call without trying to rile your boyfriend up with your chirping, you LOVELY trouble-making young man—
Jack:
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some kent appreciation stuff done on drawpile
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the presiding haus judges give chowder’s split…….. a 10/10
(happy birthday chowder!!!)
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“I woke up, and you weren’t there.” Jack grumbled, leaning in to kiss Bitty on the cheek.
“Baby, you think I’m going to let you scurry back to Providence on an empty stomach? Who do you think I am?” Bitty smiled sleepily up at Jack, his hair still mussed from sleep.
“I just didn’t realize you could wake up this early on your own free will,” Jack teased, not bothering to avoid the incoming swat.
“Jack Laurent Zimmermann, do you want pancakes, or not?”
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Jack absolutely has a list of favourite ww2 battles which are numbered and memorised. It takes a full hour for him to talk through the whole list in detail
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just remembered jack’s love language is wrestling. i’m in tears.
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bitty: sometimes i forget you're gay
jack: you stopped kissing me to say this
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suzanne bittle definitely used to gossip over the phone with her toddler son eric richard bittle nearby not realizing hes listening to the whole conversation until he repeats “mama said helens a floozy” in the middle of a family dinner
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the falcs make a tik tok account for the team and give the players turns to make videos, and everyone usually does some trend or funny dance. but jack goes around and films the player's reactions to the phrase "bitty didn't make sandwich stuff this week"
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another thought about jack zimmermann: he thought smh exclusively stood for samwell mens hockey until he read a text out loud to bitty
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Shitty bets Jack that Jack can’t crush a watermelon between his thighs and one day after practice Jack does and Dex can’t look him in the eye for two weeks
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jack “praise kink the size of the moon” zimmermann
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nursey ‘jokingly’ says “kiss for luck?” at the frozen four game samwell is most slated to lose and dex doesn’t know why he does it but he kisses nursey on his cheek on his walk out of the locker room toward the ice and then they fucking WIN like it’s nobody’s business so from then every time nursey says “kiss for luck?” dex rolls his eyes but gives in and kisses his forehead or his cheek and then it’s the championship and nursey says “kiss for—” and dex plants one on him square on the lips and you bet your ass they fucking win like it’s nobody’s business
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normalize someone asking bitty what his thesis was about 3 months after he graduates and him going "i literally don't know"
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