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26. she/her. Twitter: @tidalchild
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dr-book

tabloids now: nhl superstar jack zimmermann spotted on the streets with mysterious blonde

jack: this is my BOYFRIEND

tabloids in 10 years: baking channel superstar eric bittle spotted on the streets with mysterious brunette

bitty: this is my HUSBAND

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one last thing one last thing one last thing— We're doing a Falconers Fan Pack where all of these items are $30 when purchased all together. If you click on any one of these items and scroll down, you'll see the bundle offer.

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lutzgocelly

Thinking about Jack and as his bond with Bitty keeps growing they learn to communicate with Jack in unashamed silence sometimes. More often than not it will be just Bitty talking and going by Jack's eyes, his hands grabbing something, his face doing subtle expressions, his arms holding him. There'll be no judgement or need to talk out loud if either doesn't want to, but Bitty can fill any silence about a subject or other, as well as appreciate the silence together with him

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asterlark

not to be a fandom purist (bc i'm genuinely not, you're a valid omgcp fan if you joined today or 2020 or 2013!) but okay people who read check please after it was finished / just read the books don't UNDERSTAND that there was a SIX MONTH GAP between the last comic of junior year- where we don't know where jack and bitty are, just that they kissed on national tv- and the first comic of senior year!!! we didn't find out what these fools were up to for s i x months! do you understand the things a fandom can think of and create and speculate about in six months... (quite a lot)

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“he’s unhappy,” jack confesses, as he flops down on the couch.

shitty quirks an eyebrow at him. “how was your first night together?”

“we have not shared a bed.”

shitty’s air of surprise grows, before he catches himself. “he’s bored, then,” he says, as he sits down, in front of jack.

“how do I change it?” he’s never been good with people, but it is humiliating to see that even his husband dislikes him; dislikes the estate; dislikes his new life.

shitty leans in, elbows on his knees. “you know what is my favorite remedy against boredom.”

“I— shitty—”

“brother. bed him.”

“I cannot,” he says, simply. 

it is not that his husband is unattractive — even he can see that, but jack does not desire him in any way. and what is, perhaps, his duty has been derailed by his consideration for his husband’s own desire. he had been smiling on their wedding day, but not so much since. now, he seems cold, distant, and jack knows any advance would be met with repulsion. he would rather not proceed this way, whatever etiquette dictates.

shitty lies down on the couch, crossing his legs at his ankles. “then find him a lover.”

jack frowns. he is not sure he likes that alternative either, although bittle— he should stop calling him that— is free to do as he chooses. 

“is there a third alternative?” jack asks, rubbing his hands over his face.

shitty hums. “find what he likes and give it to him. entertain him that way.”

interesting. what does bittle like? he likes talking, and jack has already made the effort to spend an hour with him per day, to listen to what he has to say. bittle likes the outdoors, for he goes on long walks in the gardens— oh. flowers. he must like flowers. that, jack can do.

“it is hateful,” jack whispers, under his breath, as he pokes a half-dead bush with a stick. he’ll have to tell the gardener to deal with this.

“what is?” shitty asks. 

jack leans in, his shoulder brushing shitty’s. “my sentiment. for him.”

“he is your husband.” 

“it is embarrassing. I cannot think of anyone but him. my heart beats for him every time we are in the same room.” 

it is a debilitating illness.

“again, brother,” shitty says, amused (does he not understand the severity of jack’s ailment?). “I fail to see the problem.”

as if summoned, bittle appears at the end of the garden’s alleyway. he is walking towards them, but only notices their presence at the last moment, and jack can hesitation replacing the quiet smile on bittle’s face. it is evident he does not appreciate jack’s presence. 

“lord knight,” bittle greets them, as he arrives at their height. part of his blonde hair sticks out in the wind, and his cheeks are rosy from the brisk weather. jack would like to press his lips to them, just to feel how cold. “lord zimmermann.”

jack nods. “bi— uh, zimmermann,” he sputters.

hateful. hateful. hateful.

shitty removes his hat, pressing it against his chest in an extravagant manner. “my lord.”

bittle nods back, and continues on with a brisk walk, purposefully putting distance between them. jack steals a glance, over his shoulder, at bittle’s backside. there is not much to see, yet it does not matter. should bittle allow him to, he would revere every single inch of his skin.

shitty snickers. 

“he makes a fool of me,” jack grumbles, as they continue on, in the opposite direction to bittle’s. 

we are all fools in love,” shitty quotes, wisely.

he is still smiling, although jack does not understand his reasons.

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ericbttle

I know Bitty gets clowned for his accent but I like to think he’s good at dishing it right back

bitty: y’all-

Shitty: did someone say yeehaw 🤠🌾

Bitty:…say ‘room’ for me hon

Shitty:…….

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