I’m going to be posting the majority of the artwork from my old Patreon account that’s been closed for a while now, so for a bit you’ll be inundated with more CP art. I’m not really making new CP art, and my Patreon supporters have see these before, but it was suggested that I post them. I’m still not sure what to do with the more explicit ones here on tumblr. We’ll see :) Oh also, there’s a chance I’ll accidentally post something I’ve already posted here and didn’t remember.
Jack has had his vows written since September of 2015.
It started out as a love letter, but it got a little bit intense near the end, so he decided not to send it and embarrass himself, and stored it away inside of a book on his shelf.
Two years later, after he proposes to Bitty, he pulls it out again.
This is adorable but there is no way on earth you can convince me that Jack 110% Zimmermann wrote a love letter and didn’t immediately send it to Bitty regardless of how intense it is
I cannot belieb,,, I never saw,,, Jacks hands, holdin’ Bitty. How was this before they got together..??!!¿?
just bro things: gently cradling your bro against your chest as he cries tears of joy into your shirt
“The first time I played hockey, I was like, “Oh boy, there ya go.”
THAT’S WHY THIS PICTURE IS MY ICON
IT’S MY FAVORITE PICTURE
LOOK AT THEM!!!! ALREADY SO TENDER TOGETHER!!!!!! LOOK AT JACK’S SOFT SMILE!!! THESE TWO!!!
like can you believe it’s canon that jack bought bitty an oven for his birthday and then bitty was so moved he cried into jack’s shirt while jack held him and gently smiled. jack is so pleased with this. his present turned out perfectly. it’s the best thing i’ve ever seen.
Yes. To all of this.
Do we know whose watch that is on the right?
Whoever it is, Jack is listening to them talk. Super casual, just having a conversation while gently holding his crying bro in his arms. No big. Holding Bitty like this just feels so normal and right to him for some reason…
How about a Soulmate AU where you know your soulmate the instant you lock eyes, but it takes Jack two years to make eye contact with Bitty
hope you dont mind, if im here for anything its for autistic jack and with this prompt i couldnt resist, and then the tags got way too long so here we are
jack is autistic and eye contact is just one of those things he has to fake. it’s intense and intimate and can be so much that its kind of painful. but it’s nice to look at his friends when they’re looking elsewhere. and he can get away with looking at the spot between people’s eyebrows, or at the tip of their nose when he’s talking to someone. he tends to look at lardo’s eye makeup or the frame of holster’s glasses. there are ways to avoid it.
he doesn’t worry much about missing his soulmate. he’s got more urgent things to think about. and besides, his mom is always reminding him that fate is fate. if he’s meant to look into his soulmate’s eyes it will happen without him having to force it.
jack spends bitty’s freshman year avoiding looking at his face much. he’s been a jerk and he knows it. he’s hoped the checking practice has been enough of an olive branch, but after the bad play and bitty’s concussion, when he is re-elected captain he knows he has to apologize. it doesn’t go as awkwardly as it could have and he leaves for summer break knowing that bitty has little brown freckles on the tops of his cheeks.
he spends bitty’s sophomore year looking at those freckles. then later bitty’s eyelashes, and more than a few times a smudge of flour across bitty’s forehead. they spend a lot of time together, during checking practice and at annie’s and in the cafeteria and founders. they end up sitting together on bus rides back to samwell after away games, sometimes sharing headphones with the volume turned low. he likes getting bitty started on tangents because he talks with his hands when he gets focused on explaining why he prefers butter to lard or what he thought of some music video. jack likes sitting together quietly, which never lasts for too long but he likes chirping bitty just as much. somehow they wind up spending time in the reading room together during kegsters on nights when bitty hasn’t been sentenced to kegstands. by april, jack finds himself in the kitchen more afternoons than not, reviewing his last batch of photos or wrangling the bibliography for his thesis. he still enjoys being alone but bitty doesn’t tire him the way other people can.
on the roof the night before graduation, jack lends bitty his jacket and sits close enough that when they sit cross-legged their knees touch. the six of them share a berry-peach pie and shitty passes around a bottle of whiskey. several times during bouts of laughter or the pleasant pauses afterwards, jack stops to notice how happy and grateful he is to be among friends.
soon its late. the others have fallen asleep or retreated back to the haus. he’s leaned back against the wall behind him, bitty leaned against him with his head on jack’s shoulder. bitty might be asleep but jack doesn’t mind. their conversation trailed off a while ago, leaving jack to listen to the faint sounds of the wind and the flow of his own breath. he watches the remaining embers in the fire pit crumble and grey, feels the weight of his camera in his lap. his mind starts to quiet. tomorrow everything is going to change but for now he just feels grounded and still.
eventually bitty stirs and lifts his head, blearily looks around and then up at jack. jack doesn’t really think about it, just turns to look back. being seen like that has always made him feel vulnerable, but he trusts bitty. sees him back. its nice. a few seconds pass and he has to look away. and then he is overwhelmed by a simple certainty, like a ripple running through him, quiet and unmistakable.
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.
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.
So true story: I have outlined *THREE* different puck bunny!Bitty smut fics based on the costume, each revolving around a different way the outfit may come off because- according to the comic- Bitty’s pretty much sewn into it.
1: There’s a sneaky zipper in the front, which is how Bitty gets that perfect v-neck.
2: Snaps under his crotch (not totally unheard of for a super-short bodysuit costume).
3: It’s actually 2 pieces, the hoodie top and booty shorts w/tail.
I was washing dishes when this headcannon came to me. Here you go:
What do you get an NHL star for his birthday? To be honest, Bitty is broke and while he could probably make a small fortune selling late night hand pies to the post party set at 2am, he has a better idea.
Bitty, with the enthusiastic help of the SMH, makes a “Drunk History of Hockey: the Story of Lord Stanley’s Cup”.
Lardo is in charge of filming.
Both because it was Bitty’s idea and because his accent is amplified while intoxicated, the team makes Bitty do the voice over.
One bottle of merlot in, and Bitty is ready, dressed in Jack’s Falconer’s jersey.
“Hey y’all! I am about to regale and amaze you with the story of Ice Hockey and the Stanley’s Cup. No Stanley Cup. Yes, Stanley Cup. Ok, here we go.”
Lardo edits the film to sepia tone and adds a measured flicker to the film to make it look dated. The story starts with Shitty skating into frame on the pond. Bitty’s voice comes in, “So this guy in cold ass Nova Scotia, named James Creighton says, “thank you N.S. but you are too cold for me, so I’m going to Montreal! “ And when he gets there, he’s all like, “Damnit! It’s cold here too! But I got my sticks and I got these cool ass boots with knives strapped on with clamps, let’s take this mess indoors!”
Bitty takes a moment to get another glass of wine before continuing with the story.
The camera pans back to Shitty now standing in Faber Ice Arena in a far corner to give the allusion that it was 100 years ago. “Alright, so then, Creighton makes a team and people run in like…” At this point in the tape, Ransom skates onto the ring, “Dude, you can’t play hockey indoors! What if you kill someone with that ball that you are just smacking around on the ice?” And Creighton is all like, “Man, I’m going to like answer your concern with something even more dangerous! Instead of a round wooden ball, how about I flatten it to something resembling a miniature frisbee of death!”
The camera cuts back to Bitty, “What do you mean frisbees weren’t invented yet? Whatever, you know what I mean.”
Bitty takes the story through the first few games of hockey and all the way to the first leagues, the Governor General of Canada, Lord Stanley, and the inclusion and exclusion in the Olympic games.
When Jack gets the video, he has to pause it periodically because he’s laughing so hard as his boyfriend gets progressively drunker and Shitty’s acting gets more and more over the top. The entire team had fun filming the various roles for the video.
The video becomes a yearly tradition to be formally screened on Jack’s birthday or anytime at all when he feels even the littlest bit sad.
Bitty starting college at 18 and being in the class of 2017 (meaning he’ll graduate when he’s 22) means HE WAS 15 AT THE TIME OF SOUTHERN JUNIOR REGIONALS 2010. Which means it was either spring of his freshman year or fall of his sophomore year of high school.
The closet incident was in 7th grade. Which means Bitty kept skating- FOR YEARS- after it happened. It wasn’t what made him give up figure skating like we’ve all been head-canoning for so long. He was locked in the closet and he kept skating anyway. Yeah Bitty!!
(Also, can someone verify for me that the move IS the reason he quit? I know everyone agrees on that but I thought we agreed on the move and quitting happening soonish after the closet incident and WOW.)
And also- Bitty went from figure skating championships at age 15 to being CAPTAIN of the hockey team his junior and senior years. He would have been about 16.5 when the season started his junior year. What. HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE. Yes, he seems to imply that being captain might not have been a big deal because it was a “small town” team but we know his tape was incredible enough to get a full athletic scholarship to a Division I school (we know it’s Division I because they play Yale).
If he didn’t start playing hockey until after he quit figure skating (which seems super likely but please confirm if you can) even if he quit right after the Southern Junior Regionals championship then that means he reached Division I levels in 3 years. Here we were all thinking he started playing in 8th grade after the closet incident but… appparently not??? Turns out he’s an even more incredible skater/learner/athlete than we all realized (ya hear that, Coach??). @ngoziu , what are you even doing to us? Does Bitty have super powers?? Is he actually a secret future member of the superhero comic you’ve been sketching out recently? Was Superhero Bitty your plan all along???
My mind, it is blown. And this fic I was working on needs to be, like, completely re-written because I’m determined to make it as canon-compliant as possible.
Please let me know if there’s more to this that I’m missing!! And cite your sources, please! I feel like Tango now. I have…. so many questions.
So I did this thing in September of 2018 and it somehow broke 1,000 notes(!!!) and I’ve seen some posts recently about timelines and Bitty’s background so I thought I’d share what I managed to put together.
