#Coach Bittle

[ericbttle]

Love thinking about Coach as a grandpa.

Jack and Bitty are at a wedding with their four year old daughter for one of Bitty’s relatives down in Georgia. She’s been running around with the other kids for most of the reception but it’s getting later and she just wants to sleep except both her Dads are dancing together and Suzanne is chatting with her sister and mother. But then she sees Coach sittin at one of the tables and sure, one of his in laws is talking at him, but he spots her almost instantly. He smiles and waves her over and she feels her eyelids already getting heavier. She doesn’t even have to say anything, just lifts up her arms.

He quickly swoops her up and sits her on his lap, “They tired ya’ out, huh?”

She nods and rests her head on his shoulder, wrapping her little arms around his neck to support herself but he’s got her. He’s always been good with the quieter moments.

#omgcp #coach bittle #eric bittle #jack zimmermann #zimbits #he used to do the same thing with bitty when he was younger #just be that nice source of quiet in such a loud family #idk he just seems like he’s got the same vibes as my grandpa

[wrathofthestag]

Hey, it's Father's Day or something. Here's to Bad Bob and Coach, who are just trying their best:

Someone - "One day, you can impress… someone. You know a boy. Uh, a girl? A platonic friend you really like spending time with?” Bad Bob Zimmermann is just trying to be the best dad he can be.

Coach - He always knew Dicky was different. Not bad different, just not like the rest of the boys in the neighborhood. A glimpse into the relationship of Coach and Dicky Bittle and how Coach comes to terms with it all.

ESPY and Me - Jack takes Coach to the ESPYs. A little Coach and Jack bonding.

Atwater Market - "The thing is, for someone who loves to bake, for someone that shows love through food, finding someone with a healthy appetite is nice. Is there anything better?" Bob and Eric go shopping for dinner fixings and talk about love and family.

#omgcp fic #bad bob zimmermann #coach bittle #jack zimmermann #eric bittle #fathers and sons

[transwicky]

Coach Bittle is a whole ass mood in the Christmas in Madison arc

Like. Man knows when it's time to just get going and leave it be.

Smart man. Smart man.

#genuinely I would do the same thing #i am a creature of simple habits #when discussions or fights are to be had I just keep on walkin #especially when it's recurring things #like the jam #omgcp #coach bittle

[parvuls]

coach bittle and captain jack wasn't something I knew I needed until this text post, but now I am forever changed

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #zimbits #this is soooo messy pls excuse the quality and focus on having your life forever altered #football coach eric bittle from the american south coming to coach a team in a sport he has no clue about? how about hockey in canada??? #jack could wallow in his angst and worry about retirement in peace until this little shit came along 😌🌸 #with his undying optimsm masking years of childhood trauma #are you forever changed yet????? #pavart

[wipbigbang]

WIP Big Bang 2023 Round Starting April 1st!

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#signal boost #fandom event #omg check please #check please #eric bittle #jack zimmermann #justin oluransi #shitty knight #adam birkholtz #ollie o'meara #pacer wicks #larissa duan #william poindexter #christopher chow #derek nurse #tony tangredi #connor whisk #denice ford #coach hall #coach murray #shruti #alicia zimmermann #robert zimmerman

[lilnasxvevo]

I keep thinking up Check Please AUs with Huaisang in different characters’ roles. He just has the exact energy of Gay Guy Who Plays Hockey.

#are Coach Bittle and Nie Mingjue not the exact same person #motherFUCKER Wangxian as nurseydex #hmmm chowder and Wen Ning. also sort of the same person.

[montrealmadison]

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #jack zimmermann #polls #in a madison mood… curious

[cricketnationrise]

For the ficlet fest (congrats on 500!):

7:52 pm

the weight room

Jack Zimmermann

Rating: M

(Doggernaut/rabbitrunnah)

oooooh this was really fun to write, thanks for the prompt! i hope you enjoy senior year jack thirsting over bitty as much as i do <3

want your own ficlet? my followers can submit their own prompts using these guidelines through Jan 31, 2024.

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7:52pm, weight room

Jack tries to catch his breath before his last set of leg presses. 

There’s something immensely satisfying about weight-lifting days. It’s straightforward; more weight, more reps, diversifying exercises—it all works together to translate to better performance on the ice: more power, more breakaway sprints, more goals. A simple A plus B equals C. Jack’s favorite kind of math.

Once, not that long ago, weight training days would have been solely about maintaining the perfect form, strict adherence to his own ridiculous goals, pushing his body to keep going, to be better, to go right up to the limit of what was possible—and then past it, regardless of all the warnings his coaches, his parents, his teammates, even his own mind were giving him.

But now Jack’s in a better place, he’s got more support, so he can just lose himself in the repetitive motion, the sensation of sweat down his back, the clean exertion of pushing his body in a healthy way.

Or, he could, if he wasn’t so distracted.

It isn’t Jack’s fault that the leg press machine faces the mirrors. It isn’t Jack’s fault that there’s a clear view of the hip adductor machine in said mirrors. And it certainly isn’t Jack’s fault that Bittle is ahead of him in the circuit, on said hip adductor machine, in said mirrors.

…But it might be Jack’s fault that he can’t stop watching.

Despite his size, Bittle’s always been strong. That much had been obvious from the way he could skate suicides for an hour, the way he could hurl his body so high into the air and spin, the way he could whip a meringue by hand without pausing, or switching hands. He’d been surprisingly dense when Jack had pushed him into the boards during checking practice last year, Jack’s attention caught by how Bittle’s muscles were highlighted as much as his haircut in the sunlight when he’d moved into the Haus this summer.

Bittle’s strength is glaringly obvious right now.

The mirror provides an optimal view for Jack as he rests before his last set. Bittle’s perched on the seat, hands on the grips behind him for balance. His brow is furrowed, and the collar of his shirt dark with sweat from the effort from today. For once, he’s not singing or humming or bouncing along to the music in his headphones; Bittle’s breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth carefully, measured, timing his exhales with every time he manages to bring his knees together. Jack’s whole being is focused on the way Bittle’s thighs flex as he pushes them from spread wide to knees touching and back again. Over and over. All of Bittle is glistening with sweat from the exertion under the fluorescent lights and Jack— 

Jack has a sudden, visceral, all-consuming urge to taste. To run his hands from Bittle’s delicate ankles, up his calves. To hold Bittle’s thighs open wide with his shoulders so he can get his hands on his hips, his waist, his ass. To take his time, sucking the sweat from Bittle’s thighs hard enough to leave a line of bruises in his wake, before moving higher. To lick the sweat from the crease where his thigh meets his hip. To chase the drops of Bittle’s precome with his tongue. To take Bittle’s cock with his mouth, all the way to the hilt, before pulling Bittle’s hand to his own hair, encourage him to move Jack exactly how he wants, to take—

The resounding clang of Bittle’s weight stack yanks Jack out of the fantasy.

Câlisse de tabarnak—he’s in the middle of a workout, he can’t be getting distracted by a teammate of all people, and especially not Bittle. Jack depends on their hard-won friendship too much to ever even entertain the possibility—

Jack stands, busies himself with adding more weight to his own machine for his last set, determined to keep his eyes off the mirror, off of Bittle as he bustles around the machine, gathering his water bottle, bending over to wipe the seat down, ass facing the mirror—

It’ll be fine. Bittle will finish cleaning the machine. He’ll move on to the next stop in the circuit, to the machine that’s directly behind the hip adductor. Completely obscured from Jack’s view, and Jack will be able to finish his leg presses without getting distracted.

Bittle catches his eye in the mirror and gives him a small smile and a salute before bouncing off to the next machine and Jack—

Jack better do two more sets, just to be safe.

#cricket writes #running-rabbit #ficlet fest 500 #omgcp #year 2 #jack is the thirstiest actually #and also the king of self-denial #jack 110% zimmermann

[asterlark]

i know this has been said over and over again but the storytelling parallels in check please are truly unmatched. jack's first "oh" moment when the coaches tell him "you're a better player when you're with bittle" vs. his "oh" moment at graduation when he realizes he feels better, is a better person when he's with bitty. (of course, much later when jack is proposing, he's fully come to this realization: "it's because of you that this place and this rink and the last four years of my life mean something and were the best years of my life.")

semester 1, year 1 jack is still so focused on hockey only, on winning at all costs, that he needs outside intervention to realize that the person he's been looking at as a problem, a liability, is in fact the person making him a better player. then at the end of year 2, he again needs outside intervention to realize the full scope of his feelings for bitty and that he needs to take his shot if anything is going to happen. both moments are so visually stunning and set apart from the typical panel, and represent a sort of quiet introspection, a reevaluation of everything jack thought he knew: at first thinking that he is the best player on the team and bitty is the worst, and later, thinking that he and bitty are just good friends. ngozi is truly the master of bookends

#omgcp reread #check please #jack zimmermann #eric bittle #zimbits #mine #this is rambly and too long but you get the point #i love both of these moments so much #crying in the club about bitty & jack

[madisonandmore]

Get out the sunscreen, y'all, because our first day of sunny works is finally here, thanks to our fabulous creators!!!

[podfic] getting used to letting go (4 hours, 4 minutes)

Featuring: Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter, Chris "Chowder" Chow/Caitlin Farmer

Summary: Dex was supposed to have a fancy job in some city upon graduation, but his plans changed once his uncle died and left the family home in Maine to him. Without immediate obligations of their own, Nursey, Chowder and Farmer follow Dex up there to help him clear it out and clean it up.

[podfic of getting used to letting go]

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The Way Way North (14,027 words)

Featuring: Eric "Bitty" Bittle & Shitty Knight, Eric "Bitty" Bittle & Jack Zimmermann, Eric "Bitty" Bittle & Richard "Coach" Bittle, Eric "Bitty" Bittle & Suzanne Bittle, Eric "Bitty" Bittle & Samwell Men's Hockey Team

Summary: 15 year old Eric Bittle felt like he didn't fit in anywhere: the kids in his new high school didn't like him, his parents didn't understand him, and he recently had to give up his beloved figure skating. When his parents decided to rent a beach house at Cape Cod instead of their usual vacation spot, he was sure it would be a painfully boring summer vacation. But when he met the quirky staff of a nearby waterpark and the cute boy next door, the vacation started to seem a bit more promising...

Inspired by The Way Way Back (2013)

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Eelgrass (5,040 words, Chapter 1 of 3)

Featuring: Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter, William "Dex" Poindexter & Original Female Character(s)

Summary: Porter Bay, Maine, tends to stay the same, and Will likes it like that. But when a very attractive stranger opens a bookstore (of all things) in town, Will realizes that maybe it's time for him to change a bit himself.

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Salt Water Hearts (4,318 words)

Featuring: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

Summary: Jack should still be out on the water now, scrubbed alive with salt water and carving up the waves. Instead, he was on the sand, his wetsuit peeled down to his hips, a spare beginners board beside his own as he waited for his goddamn client that was goddamn late.

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Jack is a pro surfer hired to teach Eric Bittle (an upcoming Hollywood talent) to surf for The Breakers, Bittle's next feature film. They do not get off on the right foot.

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #omg check please #check please #madison&more #fandom event #day 1 reveals

[ericbttle]

do you think bitty and coach watched a little of friday night lights together? it came out right around bitty's stint in peewee football when things didn't go so well and now coach is struggling to connect with his kid again about something he loves. suzanne's watching it one night when coach comes home right while the team's playing a game and gets invested (in a way he won't admit). and suzanne's like oh omg problem solved dicky and coach can watch the football show together. but bitty's still hesitant to get into the topic of football around his dad but then tim riggins appears onscreen and he quietly seats himself back on the couch.

#omgcp #eric bittle #coach bittle #suzanne bittle #11 yr old bitty sitting down to watch tim riggins 'i hope this doesn't awaken anything in me'

[mlmshipbracket]

So propaganda for Zimbits! So they are from a web comic that got so popular it became a graphic novel! Which I thoroughly believe everyone should read is they like LGBT representation! So the main character Eric Bittle used to be a figure skater but his dad was a hockey coach I believe? (Is been a while since I read it) and either way, he goes to college he's on the hockey team! And I really love that he's in such an aggressive and masculine sport because many people think that there's no place for gay men in sports at all but just think of the sport it is! It's like one if the most masculine sports there is. So take that toxic masculinity! Jack is the son of like a hall of fame level hockey player, so yknow there's this expectation of greatness and all this pressure and Bitty is just like this totally adorable southern boy who just loves to bake and he loves his boyfriend and Jack loves him right back! They're such a great couple, attune to each other and their needs even when they have to be long distance! I just love how the series itself challenges some stereotypes and the idea of toxic masculinity while being super romantic and adorable. It has me in tears several times too! Hopefully I did the whole propaganda thing right? Basically I just think they're cute and very in love with each other! Such positive relationship models!

Thank you for your propaganda submission! Feel free to add these beneath the current Zimbits poll. I'll add the tags for locating this propaganda on this post.

#tumblr poll #mlm ship poll #mlm ship bracket #mlm ship bracket tournament #mlm ship bracket 2023 #mlm ship bracket tournament 2023 #eric bittle #jack zimmermann #eric bittle x jack zimmermann #eric bittle/jack zimmermann #zimbits #check please #omgcp #propaganda

[ohyoufool]

👍💥CHAMPIONSHIP💥👍

Friends, countrymen, lend me thy THUMBS. We have made it to the final round of the great OMGCP Thumb War.

1,085 total votes have been cast up to this moment. Be part of history, make your mark, vote now!

Let's take a look at how they got here:

Georgia (state/coach)

Metaphysically transient in nature, Georgia can here be interpreted as either the state or the Falcs Assistant GM. Perhaps that is how she's been kicking ass the entire way through the thumb war - or maybe it's her prowess in a pantsuit. Either way, I'm obsessed.

Defeated

Round 1: Shitty Knight (not even the tub juice was enough to save him)

Round 2: William 'Dex' Poindexter (you think you're handy until you meet a lesbian in a power suit)

Round 3: Jack Zimmermann (another day, another slay)

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Lardo

She can manage a team of rogue hockey players. She's undefeated in beer bong. She makes expensive art. She's tiny, fierce, and staring down even the FIERCEST of competition.

Defeated

Round 1: Adam 'Holster' Birkholtz (handily defeated)

Round 2: Eric Bittle (who did hang on longer than any of her other opponents)

Round 3: One of Bitty's Pies (LARDO SWEEEEEEEP)

#omgcp thumb war #omgcp thumb war final round #omgcp #omg check please #omgcp lardo #omgcp georgia #omgcp polls #polls

[parvuls]

bitty's mom: mentions sex and marriage in relation to bitty and his boyfriend

bitty: hahahaha sex what???

bitty's boyfriend: hahahaha marriage what???

bitty's dad: *nopes out of every single word of that sentence*

#omgcp #coach bittle may be a problematic fave but he is still very much a fave #rick has had 22 years to handle his wife and son and has learned when it's wisest to just go the fuck to sleep #text

[omgauplease]

It's Graduation Day!!! We hope you enjoy the final set of wonderful works from our Day 6 creators!

Dream of the Pale Blue Lobster - Rated T - 3,567 words (Chapter 1/7)

Featuring: Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter

Summary: Nursey writes a bestselling novel that features a unique pastel-colored lobster that lives in a New England public aquarium. As part of a Netflix series based on the book, Nursey tracks down the lobster boat that caught and provided the specimen to the facility. Captain Dex has no time to spare for all of this artsy nonsense, but Nurse is unexpectedly charmed by Dex. And quite persistent in his quest to know more about him. Why is his boat named that? Why does he always wear this particular hat? How uniform is the distribution pattern of his freckles? What does he look like when he smiles?

These are important questions that Nursey really needs answers to.

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Et Cetera - Rated G - 4,857 words

Featuring: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter, Kent "Parse' Parson & Jack Zimmermann, Alicia Zimmermann/Bob Zimmermann, Richard "Coach" Bittle/Suzanne Bittle

Summary: A collection of letters from the royal archives detailing, among other things, the beginnings of the courtship between Princes Jacques Laurent Zimmermann and Eric Richard Bittle.

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out of tune - Rated T - 4.463 words

Featuring: Kent "Parse" Parson/Jack Zimmermann

Summary: Kent Parson is leaning against an open doorway, looking out at the stage and watching the girl working the lights adjust settings on her control desk. He’s scheduled for soundcheck in half an hour, but he’s always early. It’s a remnant from his days playing only these kinds of venues, the sketchy basement clubs with malfunctioning lights and dirt-cheap vodka sodas. The ones where you have to show up on time, or they’ll just shrug and let the next band play instead. The kinds of venues even a scrappy college-dropout kid from Buffalo with too many feelings he didn’t know what to do with except channel into guitar riffs and angry breakup songs got to play in.

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Samwell Acres - Rated G - 2,525 words

Featuring: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Adam Birkholtz & Eric Bittle & Larissa Duan & Shitty Knight & Justin Oluransi & Jack Zimmermann,

Summary: Denice Ford is excited for her new job at a retirement home. The residents on the floor she's in charge of are a little more... energetic than one might expect.

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And I'd choose you - Rated G

Featuring: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Larissa "Lardo" Duan/Shitty Knight, Adam "Holster" Birkholtz/Justin "Ransom" Oluransi

Summary: In which we get to see a bit of Samwell's Men Hockey Team on an universe with Daemons (external physical manifestation of a person's soul that takes the form of an animal)! Inspired by the book series "His Dark Materials".

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Please also remember to show love through kudos and comments to our creators when you enjoy their work! ❤️

#omg check please #omgcheckplease #omgcp #check please #omgauplease #day 6 reveals #check please fanfic #check please fic #check please art

[justlookfrightened]

Father's Day

“You sure you don’t want to come, Bits?”

Jack was standing by the door with his golf bag slung over his shoulder.

“It wouldn’t be any problem to add a third,” Bob said, with the confidence of a man who always got what he wanted from service workers, no matter how many twenties he had to slip them.

“No, y’all go and enjoy your game,” Bitty said. “They’re sure to be busy on Father’s Day. I’m sure they’ll pair you with another twosome.”

“No, they won’t,” Jack said. “I paid for a foursome. Avoids the awkwardness of getting paired up with fans.”

“Or worse, people who aren’t fans,” Bob chimed in.

“Of course you did,” Bitty said, shaking his head. “You go on. I’ll have everything ready for the grill when you get back. I gotta call my dad anyway.”

“If you’re sure,” Jack said. “Say hi for me.”

“Will do!” Bitty said, knowing his enthusiasm sounded forced even as he said it.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Bitty took a deep breath in and blew it out. Bob had been in town since Friday, on his own since Alicia had some board commitments, and the level of togetherness had been a bit … much.

Which was weird, because Bitty loved Bob. Jack was usually more likely to be annoyed by Bob’s big personality and the way his gregariousness drew people to him like a magnet.

This time, Jack and Bob had gone running together (with Bitty) and skated together (with Bitty). They’d gone out for meals and visited a history museum (with Bitty). When Jack had to go to a meeting with Falconers management, Bitty and Bob had made sourdough and whole wheat breads before Bitty showed Bob how to make pitas. Bitty, frankly, was ready for some time alone.

Bitty connected his phone to the Bluetooth speaker, selected a playlist and got to work.

He cleared the brunch dishes from the table, loading plates and flatware into the dishwasher before tackling the pans that were soaking in the sink.

He stripped the sheets from his and Jack’s bed, threw them in the washer, and took a load of T-shirts, socks and underwear from the dryer to fold them.

This was a chore better done without an audience, he thought to himself with some satisfaction. That wasn’t fair, though. Bob wouldn’t mind; he’d probably help.

Once the clothes were put away, Bitty gave both bathrooms a once-over, wiping down surfaces and refreshing towels. He straightened the sofa cushions, shelved the books scattered on the coffee table, watered the plants and ran the vacuum.

There was still at least an hour and a half before Jack and Bob would get back, and Coach and Mama would have been home from church in Madison for hours now. If he was going to call, now would be a good time.

Bitty turned the music off and found the contact for his parents’ landline. It wasn’t like he needed it; it was the first phone number he ever learned, the one that was written inside his jacket when he was in kindergarten and the one he had called for rides home from the rink more times than he could count. But he hardly used it anymore. Now when he talked to Mama, it was almost on her mobile, so they could switch to videochat while they baked together or when he wanted advice for what to do about the ailing tomato plants in the tubs on the terrace.

The phone rang once, twice, three times. Maybe they had gone out? Neither of Bitty’s parents’ fathers were alive anymore – hadn’t been since Bitty was a very small child, and really, his father wasn’t much older than Bitty was now when Grandpa Bittle had passed – but maybe one of the aunts was hosting something for Father’s Day?

But Mama probably would have mentioned it when they talked on Thursday.

Four rings, and then the click of the receiver being picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Coach,” Bitty said. “Er. Daddy. It’s me. I called to say happy Father’s Day.”

“Thanks, Junior,” his father said. “It’s nice of you to call. I got your card, too. Do you want to talk to your mother?”

Bitty bit back the response that formed in his mouth, the “Why don’t you think I want to talk to you?” Or maybe it was, “Why don’t you ever want to talk to me?”

“Not just yet,” Bitty said. “I called to talk to you. Are you having a good day?” “I suppose,” Coach said, like it might be a trick question. “It’s hot, so I’m sitting here in the den watching the Braves. I cut the grass yesterday, in the morning, before the heat got too bad. And of course it rained in the afternoon. Probably not so hot up north.”

The weather?

“No, it’s not,” Bitty said. “It’s actually a beautiful day today. Jack went out to play golf with his dad. He said to say hi.”

“He’s doing all right?” Coach asked. “Not too down about not making the final this year?”

“He’s good,” Bitty said. “He’d rather be playing – of course – but they had a good season, and he could use the downtime.”

Silence.

“So, how’re the Braves doing?” Bitty asked, desperate for a new topic.

“Winning today,” Coach said. “But there’s still time for them to blow it. Your mother just came in from the garden, let me get her. Suzanne! Junior’s on the phone.”

His mother picked up the phone in the kitchen and his father hung up the phone in the den, and Bitty asked, “Everything okay down there? It’s hard to get much out of Coach.”

“You know he’s not big on talking on the phone,” Mama said. “But he does miss you. Your coming for the Fourth of July, right? You and Jack both?

“Yes, ma’am,” Bitty said.

“What did you settle on to make for dinner?” she asked.

“We’re just going to grill some kebabs,” Bitty said. “Easier to get meat and veggies in that way. And I made some pitas with Bob the other day. But I should get going – I wanted to get a pie in the oven before they get back from their golf game.”

“Alright, then,” Mama said. “Say hello to Bob for me, and to that handsome man of yours. I love you, Dicky, and your father does, too.”

“Love you too, Mama,” Bitty said, and ended the call. Then he started putting together dough for a pie crust, to make what he told his mother true.

By the time Jack and Bob came back, sweaty and tired and a little flushed with the sun, the pie was baking and the kebabs were marinating. The condo was as clean as it ever got, and Bitty was clean in a fresh polo shirt and pressed shorts.

Jack glanced around, waited for his father to head to the guest room to freshen up, and said, “Everything go okay?”

“Great,” Bitty said. “We managed to talk for five whole minutes before he got Mama on the phone.”

“That must be some kind of record,” Jack deadpanned.

“You know, I think it might be,” Bitty said.

Just then, his phone dinged in his pocket. It was a text from Coach, who hardly ever used his mobile when he was at home.

Braves won.

And if I forgot to say it, I love you, son.

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#zimbits #omgcheckplease #omg check please #my fic