Can somebody please draw Bitty singing Neil Patrick Harris’ “It’s not just for gays anymore” after they come out? But about hockey and it’s an elaborate ice skating routine? And then he somehow gets Jack into it. Kthx.
Bitty, in his first public interview as captain of the smh: anyone who asks me what it’s like to be gay or how it’s going to affect my ability to captain my team owes $5 to the Bitty Bin. It’s like the Sin Bin but instead of a jar, it’s my own personal wallet. Thank you.
“My team all knew I was gay when they voted me Team Captain. Unanimously. The only other guy they voted in unanimously was my boyfriend. So no, I don’t think it’s going to interfere with my ability to captain my team.”
Goalie Chris Chow was gaining a lot of attention for his performance on ice (lets be real Chowder was already getting scouted during his freshman Frozen Four run) but his REAL reputation was that he’s a journalist’s dream to interview. He’s sweet and excited and Just So Happy! to be playing that he’s the kind of athlete they want to project. So after one game, a reporter blithely asked, “Did the team vote for Bittle because he was Jack Zimmermann’s boyfriend?”
They never saw it coming.
To date, this was the only time Chowder has ever gone FTG off the ice
i hope that from now on, every frog tour of the Haus has pie
like it gets added to the bylaws and every year after Bitty graduates a senior has to teach a junior how to make pies for the frog tour
Imagine the day before the first frog tour after Bitty graduates, with Chowder and Dex and the tadpoles practically in tears trying to get the pie crust right, and Nursey walks in and is all “chill, we can buy pie from the store.”
And there’s just this horrified sucking in of breath, and Dex has to physically restrain Chowder while their goalie and new captain screams, THAT’S NOT WHAAT BITTY WOULD DO!
Every year when they make the pie for the tour they play it up like the huge deal that it is, using Bitty’s original recipes and everything, which they keep either A) tucked into one of those adorable old-fashioned recipe boxes or B) framed on the wall of the Haus kitchen (I haven’t decided which I like better).
When the frogs visit for the first time they sit around and eat pie and Chowder and Dex and Nursey and all the rest of the Old Frogs (who are now seniors of course) are just like “We made this pie in the memory of our amazing captain, Eric Richard Bittle, who is sadly no longer with us–” and one of the frogs is like “holy shit did he die” and Chowder starts to say “no he’s fine” but Nursey (who I imagine has become less obnoxious and was sort of like Ransom and Holster’s protégée) cuts him off like “YES, POOR SOUL, HE HAUNTS THE HAUS TO THIS VERY DAY….!”
Thus Bitty becomes a Haus ghost even though he isn’t dead. His name is legend. It’s said that his poor old oven gave out and he was so distraught that he died of grief– “IN THIS VERY KITCHENNNNN,” Nursey cries, waving his hands. The frogs aren’t sure what to think but Dex backs Nursey up in his quiet, sincere way and they start to believe it.
Cut to graduation. Bitty and Jack come to town, and Bitty decides to visit the Haus because he arrived first and Jack’s not getting in until that night. He goes in through the front door, which is unlocked because Chowder (bless his heart) finally made peace with the LAX team through persistent cheerfulness and the skillful application of Bitty’s own summer berry crumble. The Haus no longer has to worry about LAX bros getting in and ruining things or, failing that, egging the front porch on their way to morning practice.
Bitty notes with approval that the disgusting green couch is gone, and the curtains and windows have been washed. He wanders into the kitchen. It’s empty. The oven is new or at least very clean, and he just can’t help himself. Wouldn’t it be a nice surprise for everyone to come home to a nice fresh pie? So he puts on an apron and is halfway through rolling out the crust when someone comes into the Haus.
“Oh,” he says, and Bitty turns around. “I’m sorry, are you… lost? This kitchen isn’t for public use…”
“Oh, no, no,” Bitty says, and brushes flour off of his hands. It’s everywhere now, he realizes – on his face, in his hair – but it can’t be helped. “I used to live here. I’m Eric Bittle. Bitty.” He holds out a hand to shake but the stranger is backing away, shaking his head.
“This isn’t your kitchen any more, bro,” he says. Bitty shrinks a little. He knows that, he really does… but there was always something about Samwell that was home to him, and this kitchen most of all. He wants to tell this to the frog, but the frog in question is no longer standing before him. In fact, he’s diving for a cabinet on the other side of the sink. He throws it open and pulls out a rolling pin, one that Bitty recognizes. He left it behind because the Haus didn’t have one, and he could spare the extra.
The frog brandishes it at him, not attacking, just holding it up like a shield.
“Apple turnovers!” he shouts. “Pumpkin pie! Blueberry crumble!”
“What are you saying?!” Bitty asks, raising his voice so he can be heard above the frog’s.
“Nursey warned us about you! This is the only way to set your spirit to rest!”
“Ah, I see.” The frog continues to hold the rolling pin, listing all the baked goods he can think of while Bitty pulls out his phone, opens his contacts, and calls a number.
“Derek. Malik. Nurse.”
mandy and jenny probably think it’s hilarious and like to Spook the frogs in the kitchen.
This is amazing. And also, OH YES when Nursey, Dex and Chowder are seniors they will totally be the Old Frogs.
One thing I’ve picked up from my Dad’s long years of being called by only his surname derived nickname is that eventually people forget you have any other name. Especially if that’s how you’re introduced - and it’s usually the given name they lose first.
So imagine someone coming to the Haus or hockey practice or just some place where the team is gathered, long years in the future (or even Jack calling Bitty Eric because that’s his name and they are boyfriends after all) and asking after Eric and everyone going ‘Who?’. And Bitty puts his hand up and is like ‘That’s me?’
‘Your name is Eric?? Sincewhen???’
‘Since forever?’
“Yo brah, I think Jack is secretly dating dating some dude named Eric!”
my fave thing at ths moment right now is that jack. nhl player. known for being p passionate in the rink in terms of being willing to throw himself onto the ice to block a puck. he’s big. he’s tall. he scared away a pack of wild and malicious football players with only his broad shoulders and a well-utilized fire extinguisher. this man. pure muscle. constant death glare. dresses like he’s gonna rob a burger king. probably busted a seam on one of his dress shirts cause his lats are too huge or something.
this same man baked w/ bitty in a white apron, smiling, flour on his face. this SAME man was gently embraced by bitty after losing a major game. THIS! SAME! MAN! gingerly, BARELY pressed his hand to bitty’s jaw and kissed him like he was cradling the last hope for humanity or something.
this man’s single arm probably weighs more than one (1) middle schooler, this man probably squats twice his bodyweight, and he skypes every night with his boyfriend to catch up on the family jam (jamily?) drama. the dichotomy. this is fucking poetry. im dying
For@sarcasticmelody who prompted: “Bitty confessing to Jack that his only descriptor as a captain was ‘passionate’.” Lol, this was gonna be funny, then it got fluffy. Oh well, enjoy!
Between the tour and practice, it had been a long day for Bitty. He wanted nothing more than to crawl in to bed and cuddle Señor Bun. Pressing a goodnight kiss to his Lego Jack, he strips to his boxers and throws on Jack’s flannel. His eyes just begin to drift shut when his phone buzzes from his nightstand.
Jack: Skype?
Bitty types out a hasty ‘sure’ and sits up, folding his legs under him. Señor bun gets placed in gently in his lap. He props his laptop up and patiently waits for his boyfriend to connect.
“Hey, Bittle,” Jack’s tired smile appears onscreen. His hair is still wet and there are bags under his eyes. He takes one look at Bitty and starts apologizing immediately, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Bitty shakes his head. He rubs one eye with the heel of his hand and resists the urge to yawn, “I don’t mind. I like getting calls from you. How was your day, sweetheart?”
“Pretty good. Lots of intense training. I’m tired,” Jack’s smile grows a bit shy. He drops his eyes from the camera, “Just wanted to see you before I went to bed.”
“You’re a sap, Mr. Zimmermann,” Jack laughs and it’s the most calming thing Bitty’s heard all day. He instantly relaxes. His shoulders slump and his arms curl around señor bun. Jack smiles at him and Bitty’s hit with how much he misses him.
“Lord, I wish you were here. It was so weird, giving the tour to the new frogs without you or Shitty. You should’ve seen Chowder light up when Tango asked him about the Sharks. There were even a few questions about you, Mr. Fancy NHL Player,” Bitty smiles and winks.
Jack rolls his eyes, “Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Oh my, Bitty, did he really make you get up at 4:30 in the morning to run you into the boards? Yes, as a matter of fact, he did. Because he hated me. Does Jack Zimmerman really snore in his sleep? Mmhmm, and it sounds like a fog horn.”
Jack snorts, “Are you chirping me, Bittle? Those checking practices were for your own good. And I definitely do not sound like a fog horn.”
Bitty shakes his head, “How can you be so sure? Have you heard yourself sleep?” When Jack’s response is to roll his eyes again, he smiles, “I, on the other hand, have slept in your general vicinity enough time to confirm-”
“Ok, ok, I sound like a fog horn,” Jack is laughing on the other end of the call. His laptop camera is shaking, “Seriously, though, what did they ask?”
“Just wanted to know what you were like. Nothing too personal,” Bitty smiles and winks.
“And what did you say?”
“Oh, nothing really, just gave them a little nonsense,” Bitty looks anywhere but the camera. He can feel a faint blush blooming on his cheeks.
Jack spots it immediately, and a Cheshire grin stretches across his face, “What did you say about me, Bittle? What am I like?”
Bitty attempts to brush him off, “I told you, nothing important.”
“Are you telling me your boyfriend isn’t important?” Jack leans away from the camera, mock offended. His hand is on his chest and he’s wiping away a fake tear, “How could you hurt me so, Bitty?”
“You’re impossible,” Bitty drops his head into his hands. When Jack refuses to stop, he groans, “Fine. I said…well, I said you were passionate.”
Jack pauses and stares into the camera. He looks like he’s going to chirp him for a moment, before he shifts into something more vulnerable. His eyes grow wide and he has the smallest hint of a smile on his face, “Really?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, you’re passionate about everything,” He starts listing everything he can think of on his fingers, “Hockey, the team, history documentaries, your family, protein-”
“You,” Bitty stops. He folds his hands and looks straight at his boyfriend, mouth agape. When he doesn’t respond after awhile, Jack says it again, his cheeks tinted red, “You. I’m passionate about you. I mean, why else would I wake you up at 4:30 to check you over and over?” He’s trying to lighten the mood, but Bitty is still in shock. Jack says things like that so casually, but they trip him up every time. It still surprises him, where they’re at, how comfortable they are with each other.
“I love you,” Bitty blurts it out and his eyes go wide. He nearly swallows his tongue. His blush creeps down his chest. Bitty knows Jack loves him; they’ve said it before. In this moment, however, it feels different. It feels like more.
“I love you, too,” Jack responds like its the easiest thing in the world and it sounds so right. Warmth spreads throughout Bitty’s body and he feels more content than ever. They both yawn at the same time, making Jack chuckle. He rubs at the back of his neck and smiles, “I should probably get some rest. Goodnight, Bitty.”
“Goodnight, Jack,” Bitty blows him a kiss and they sign off. He closes his laptop and lies back down. The warm feeling sticks with him as he begins to drift off. He’s almost asleep when another text chimes on his phone.
Coach looks like a scary dude, but he’s actually a big softie. He has a really intimidating resting bitch face, and a more intimidating murder face, but he would rather eat shit than say shit.
Coach is hella passive aggressive. If you mess with him he’ll be all like, “Wah, I was always taught to turn the other cheek. Hate the sin, love the sinner.” But then he’ll blind copy your boss and forward your emails if he feels like you’re being rude. Or he’ll hand out invitations to a cookout to everyone except you.
And it’s really interesting because Suzanne Bittle is the opposite. She is small and very sweet, but if you mess with her she ascends through passive aggressive and straight into aggressive-aggressive. Like, in high school Bitty had a lot of trouble with this one teacher. Not the subject material, but the teacher. Bitty would ask for help or clarification and the teacher would basically do the academic equivalent of “No, fuck off and die.” And then this teacher would “lose” Bitty’s assignments periodically, and he would grade Bitty’s tests way harder than anyone else’s.
i’m just imagining bitty getting really pissed off at jack. idk what he did but it was something Bad and bitty is in a cold rage about it.
(maybe jack is stressed out about hockey things and he ends up losing his temper and he takes it out on bitty. jack ends up screaming at him, tells bitty he needs to fuck off and stop bugging him all the time about things that he’s not a part of. it’s really uncool. it’s totally jack’s fault for being an asshole and for letting his anxiety and fear get the better of him.)
their initial fight is interrupted when jack has to leave for practice, and once he’s gone bitty spends 3 hours cooking an elaborate meal of all of jack’s favorite foods. there are like, two courses and side dishes and desserts and everything. he made rolls from scratch. it’s a gorgeous spread.
bitty lays everything out on the table and waits for jack to get back from practice. bitty has been watching the clock. jack should be home soon.
anyway then jack comes in the door and he’s like, still all angry and grumpy from their fight. he’s ready to hash it all out again. he’s prepared a whole speech about why what he did Wasn’t That Bad.
then jack sees the food. he tilts his head at the table. is that tourtière? he looks up at bitty, frowning.
bitty just stares him down.
jack opens his mouth to say something and bitty just shoves ALL THE FOOD OFF THE TABLE AND ONTO THE FLOOR. without saying a word, bitty calmly turns around and walks to their bedroom and slams the door.
jack’s like, shit. there is food all over the floor. it’s a huge mess. but he gets down on his knees and starts to clean it all up, scraping food back up onto the plates so he can take it to the garbage. the whole time, jack’s thinking about what he did. he fucked up. he realizes he Fucked Up. he’s not gonna give his speech about how bitty was overreacting. he wasn’t overreacting. jack was being a dick.
but also… jack is hungry. he just came back from practice. it’s all his favorite food. even though it’s been on the floor, he finally just eats a bite.
it’s the most horribly salty thing jack has ever had the misfortune of putting in his mouth. he has to spit it out. it feels like his taste buds have been burned off. jack is pretty sure he’ll never stop tasting salt.
it’s… he can’t believe it. but also he can? jack kind of groans in frustration. part of him isn’t surprised at all. he should have known. he should have known bitty would know that he’d try to eat the food anyway.
(later, when they’ve made up, bitty’s like, “yeah, of course i over salted everything. i knew you’d take a bite. you love tourtière. …also, we need to buy another canister of salt.”)
anyway that’s the day jack fully realizes that bitty is a terrifying human being. jack might lose his temper and say stupid things sometimes, but when bitty’s angry he will calmly take you and everything you ever loved apart without even blinking.
jack never yells at bitty again. he’s learned his lesson.
(mostly because when jack apologized bitty looked him seriously in the eyes and said, “baby, i forgive you. i understand how hard things are for you right now. but if you ever speak to me like that again i won’t cook a meal for you like i just did. i will leave your ass and you will never see me again. alright?”)
When Bitty first calls Jack “sweetheart,” Jack freezes in place.
For a moment, Bitty thinks it’s just his Skype video acting up, but then his own words catch up to him, play back in his ears like a wave crashing back to shore. Jack’s still frozen on screen, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes widened. Even in low resolution, Jack’s eyes are still so, so blue.
“I—I mean…” Bitty huffs out a breath, wrings the corner of his bedsheet nervously. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—no, well I did, I just—” Bitty laughs, and even to his own ears it sounds forced and fake. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that. It’s just, southern habit, I guess, you know.”
He bites his tongue so he doesn’t accidentally say the rest. That calling him “sweetheart” felt so natural and right in his mouth. That he wants to call him other things, like “honey” and “baby” and “darling.” That it’s not just a southern habit, that Bitty wants to save these names for Jack and Jack only, that he wants Jack to know that he’s precious. That Bitty loves him.
Jack’s mouth moves. He says something, but Bitty’s ears are still hot and ringing and he misses it.
“What—what’s that?” Bitty asks, and presses down more firmly on his earbuds.
“I like it when you call me that,” Jack says, quietly, and the way he’s looking up through his lashes is soft and vulnerable and almost demure. “Sweetheart. I like that. A lot. It sounds—it sounds good, when you say it.”
“Oh,” Bitty says, and it’s not even intentional, it’s barely a breath. “You do?”
“I do,” Jack says, and oh, is he blushing?
Bitty suddenly desperately wants to be next to him, wants to be crushed in his embrace and feel how that blush tastes under his tongue.
“I miss you,” he says instead, because it’s true, he misses Jack fiercely, more than anything else in the world. “I miss you so much honey.”
Jack’s mouth parts again, his bottom lip pink and wet. He looks like a man who has seen something beautiful, like a man so very much in love.
“I miss you,” he says back, like it’s a reflex, then seems to collect himself. He chuckles softly. “I’m going to be down next week anyway, you know that.” He smiles again, a wide and shining thing, and Bitty feels so, so lucky.
“Oh, don’t I know it,” Bitty says, and props his chin on top of his folded arms. “I hope you’re ready for the Georgia heat, you poor ice creature. It was over 80 degrees today.”
Jack laughs, chirps, and the rest of their conversation is soft and easy, like it has been ever since graduation back in May. It isn’t long before Bitty looks down at his phone and sees that it’s 2 am.
“Don’t big hockey stars need their sleep?” he teases, and Jack grins at him.
“Don’t want to sleep, want to talk to you,” Jack says, and Bitty feels his heart glow.
“Go to bed. I’ll text you in the morning,” Bitty says. He pauses. “Goodnight, sweetheart.
“Goodnight,” Jack says. He looks radiant. Then, “Mon coeur.”
Bitty doesn’t know what that means, but it warms him down to his bones all the same.
—————
A few days later, when Jack does come down to Madison for the 4th of July, Bitty meets him at the airport and stops just short of launching himself into Jack’s arms. Instead, he leans forward, pushes himself up on his tiptoes.
“Hi sweetheart,” he whispers, and Bitty is so close that he can see in full detail just how Jack reacts to the name: can see the way his mouth trembles, how his eyes shine, how the lines in his face become smiles.
“Hi there,” Jack says back, voice hoarse, almost shy, and he lets go of his duffel bag for just a moment to lace his fingers with Bitty’s, trapping warmth between their palms.
Bitty squeezes, smiles. Slowly, Jack lifts their entwined hands and gives Bitty’s a kiss, closes his eyes, and holds on for as long as he possibly can.
I’m noodling a little with the idea of Jack and kids. And since I am old, I still don’t know how to do one of those fancy read more things.
Bitty had always known Jack had helped coach a peewee team when he was…recovering. That had not prepared him for the sight in front of him. It made Bitty clutch his hands to his chest with the entire preciousness of it all. He’d been a little put out when Jack had texted him to say meet him at the Falconer’s practice rink as it meant he wouldn’t be able to kiss Jack silly the minute he saw him. But this, this was worth it.
There were tiny kids all wrapped up in hockey padding and helmets that looked entirely too big for them circling unsteadily around Jack, sticks half forgotten in one hand as they tried to balance long enough to make it around the rink. Jack was wearing his sweats along with his skates and Bitty could see the fond, soft look on his face. One of the kids started to fall and Jack was there, in an instant, helping them regain their balance. Bitty shuffled into the stands, nodding at a few people who were obviously parents and hauled out his phone. He was just in time. One of the other guys on the ice – Bitty thought they were a coach or something – said that time was up. The kids groaned pretty much in unison and two or three of them attached themselves to Jack’s legs, as if to say “don’t make us go”.
Jack started laughing – chuckling, more like it – and his face was still soft as he spoke to the kids, too far away for Bitty to hear. Instead of having whatever effect it was supposed to have, the kids just seemed to hold tighter and Jack accumulated a few more tiny bodies. One of them stared up at Jack with such admiration that Bitty just had to sigh as he snapped a few pictures. Jack started moving towards the side of the rink, bringing his extra weight with him, moving so slowly, so gently.
The moms came down to start detaching children and Bitty followed them, hanging back as skate guards were slid on and helmets removed. There was a babble of excited chatter and a lot of longing looks back towards the ice and towards Jack. The kids waved as they trotted back to the dressing rooms and Jack made sure he made eye contact with each and every one of them before they left.
It was about halfway through that Jack noticed him and his smile deepened, for just an instant, before he went back to the very serious job of saying goodbye properly. He even gave out an extra hug when one especially brave girl lurched forward to seriously tell Jack, “I’m going to marry you, Mr Zimmerman.”
Jack leaned down and whispered to her. She looked at him for a long moment and then turned her gaze onto Bitty. She looked at him very seriously for a moment before nodding. “That’s okay, then,” she chimed and Jack hugged her one more time before waving her off.
“If I’d known, I could’ve baked some mini-pies. Or cookies.” Bitty looked down the corridor after the kids. “They were just adorable.”
“They tried really hard,” Jack said, before he fixed Bitty with one of his patented “I am Jack Zimmerman and you need to eat more protein” looks. “Better at taking a check than you.”
Bitty tried to be annoyed but he still broke into helpless giggles at Jack’s attempt at humour. He grabbed his bag and followed Jack back to the locker room, happy enough to bask in his company for a little while.
It was only later when they were lying in bed, after Bitty had kissed Jack within an inch of his life as he’d wanted to do for weeks. Skype was no substitute for the feel of Jack’s skin, for the way he bit his lip before muttering something French sounding. And it was definitely much better to be able to meet Jack’s eyes across a shared pillow than through the distance of a computer screen.
“What did you say to the girl? The one who wanted to marry you?” Bitty traced his fingertips over Jack’s stomach, revelling in all the touching. “At the rink?”
Jack didn’t answer him and Bitty had to look up to check Jack was still awake. Time and experience told Bitty that Jack was embarrassed and unsure about what he should say. “You don’t have to say,” Bitty said, stilling his hand until his palm was flat on Jack’s chest. He could feel Jack’s heart beating.
“I…” Jack hesitated before rolling closer and dropping his voice to a whisper. “I said thank you but that I was already promised to someone else. And I said it was you.”
“Already promised? What are you? Some kind of Disney princess?” Bitty tried to play it off casually but he could feel his own silly heart beating in triple time as well.
“I thought the fairytale creatures followed you around,” Jack responded, keeping his voice flat. “For the pies.” He brushed his nose against Bitty’s, before dropping a kiss, soft, onto his lips.
Bitty kissed him back. Then stopped. “So basically you proposed to me through a small child?”
Jack froze, eyes wide, looking like a frightened deer. Or, Bitty supposed, it should be moose. And did moose get frightened like deer… “It’s more of a proposal for a proposal.” Jack sounded as if he was forcing the words out. “If you…”
Bitty couldn’t stand to see his Jack, his ridiculous boy, panic. “Yes. I’m saying yes. I mean, not while I’m at college because that’s just not practical but yes.”
They whispered I love yous between kisses and that was the end of the talking. Bitty guessed Jack did deserve a blow job for proposing to propose after all.
on my list of things to write or convince other ppl to write: bitty trying to be super, super passive-aggressive at kent parson but kent parson is (obviously) a bit of a ding dong and thinks that bits is just being really, really nice.
so kent is nice right back because he’s not an evil douchebag 24/7. but bitty takes it as “he’s being passive-aggressive, too! time for me to up the ante” and so bitty just keeps getting nicer and nicer and so does kent
and maybe kent gets a lil crush on this snarky sweet man and its like kent. kent. its not what you think. kent, “bless ur heart” is not a sweet charming southernism, its a threat of murder. kent. ur gonna get urself killed
but no. kent isnt good at taking hints. kent invites bitty to hang out w him at las vegas, bring zimms maybe. kent thinks its gonna be a cute lil vacation in which at worst, he’d third wheel jack and bitty, and at best, he might Maybe get to kiss both of them. bitty, however, takes this as a polite proposal of a duel to the death (for bitty, this isnt even about jack anymore? its just. a lifestyle. his hatred of kent is like gasoline for his little southern gay engines). jack doesnt think anything because he’s even more of a dense ding dong than kent and also a robot
kent’s eating filet mignon with them in a penthouse that overlooks the strip and he’s looking fondly at the lights and colours and joy outside his window and he looks at jack n bitty and thinks “wow. these are my two best friends” and jacks thinking “wow hockey sure is nice” and bitty’s thinking “wow this is some next level passive-aggression. he almost has me thinkin he’s sincere. now is a great time to physically destroy him”
Jack’s first time back at the haus since he left is coming and he and bits decide it’s time to come out to the boys. They feel kinda guilty about hiding it because they don’t want them to feel untrustworthy.
‘What are we gonna say’ bits asks over skype. And a normal person would probably just gather everyone together and explain the situation and thank everyone for their support but. Please.
What they actually do is decide to just… Cozy up and act couple-y and let the guys approach them. Then there’s no awkward announcement and they also have an excuse to get close for Jack’s visit. This is a great plan they both think and air high-five each other because they’re nerds like that.
The day of the visit rolls around and Bittle is in a fit cooking up a storm, a little nervous but mostly just excited. And nervous. It doesn’t help that the haus is chock full. Everyone dropped by to see Jack. Even the tadpoles have all come up with flimsy excuses to hang around.
Bittle recognizes the sound of Jack’s engine as it pulls up to the curb and he’s off like a shot. Jack’s barely out of the truck before Bits is at the curb, and they hug so hard he’s lifted off the ground and Jack spins him in a circle.
realizing i’m a really big fan of queer hockey content…
Eric “Bitty” Bittle from the comic Check, Please!
Mickey “Terzo” James III from the novel Icebreaker
and the last one was originally going to be Ronsy and Daxy fromLetterkennyexcept I just learnt that apparently they’re not actually hockey bros, just gym bros… so it became Jonesy and Reilly who are queer in my heart if not in the show u.u
