Not the best place to put a knife near. ;) I only had one gif so I just put it twice to fill the space.
While I’m here (spoilers/ramble), I find it amusing that clone Isaacs is calmly sinister and quite normal up until this scene. He stabbed the crap out of the dude in the vehicle in a serious manner. But when he stabs real Isaacs, he looks like he’s having way too much fun and looks like a total loon doing it, lol! Not that he isn’t adorable at this point (and I kinda prefer him here), but seemed like a big character change. I’d say it was from finding out he was a clone, but he was corny moments before when he showed up and called to Alice. Maybe she triggered a breakdown, lol! But why on earth would he be that stupid to lead all the zombies there and think he was just gonna walk away from it all?! Knowing Alice was already there and probably jeopardized the security, he walks into a crater and takes his time with those things right behind him! But, that necklace still makes me happy.
The Schooners win game seven and dethrone the defending champion Falconers to claim Seattle’s first national title.
Eric was definitely not expecting Jack to propose immediately after losing.
(A rework of the ‘Game 7 PVD vs SEA’ prompt that totally retcons some NHL!Bitty stuff, so timeline-wise: the Falconers took the cup Eric’s second year with the Schooners. The Schooners win the following season.)
Game Seven. Third period. Eric’s running on adrenaline, blue Gatorade, and rage.
Jack and the rest of the Falconers first line are racing to catch up, but Eric is ‘criminally fast’ (thank you ESPN for the lovely descriptor), and it’s almost too easy to whip the puck to Carter and wait for the siren.
Snowy can’t stop it. The Schooners will win in regulation.
For a brief, terrifying moment, Eric sees Morin’s breakaway as the death knell of his relationship. He has flashes of Freshman year and he thinks ‘Jack is going to hate me’.
“I’m gonna propose,” Jack huffs through red-stained teeth and a cut lip. “right here.”
“Now?” Eric asks, throwing off his gloves to push off his helmet.
“Right now,” Jack nods, “but only if you want to.”
“But you lost.” The music is deafening and out of the corner of his eye, Eric can see Cricket grinning like a loon before a swarm of reporters and several cameras.
“And you won,” Jack counters, tossing off his own gloves to cup Bitty’s face. “And you have no idea how proud of you I am. Six years ago you’d pass out if you got hit. Tonight you ran me into the boards. Twice!”
“Cause you were being an asshole, Sweetpea.”
“And it was great, but you know who helped you through that? I did,” Jack grins. “Checked you so many times you forgot you hated me. So it’s kinda like I won too, you know? I won because I get to see you fearless.”
Eric grabs a handful of Jack’s jersey and pulls him down into a kiss, heedless of the flashing lights and screaming spectators. When they separate Jack’s expression is dazed.
Another siren goes off and Jack shouts, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you!”
“Me too!” Bitty yells, fighting tears of exhaustion and happiness.
“Great. Let’s get married! But not here. Later. I love you.” Jack cradles Eric’s sweaty face and peppers kisses across his cheek.
“Wait,” Eric protests, finding Sorenson’s blond head a short way away. “What about right now? Our backup is ordained.”
Jack stares at Eric and grins like he hasn’t just lost Game 7 of the finals. Like Eric isn’t about to hoist the cup. Like they didn’t just out themselves on national television.
“Yeah?” he breathes, pulling Eric into a hug. “Sounds good. Let’s do it.”
Common Goon They stick out in the wild like dumbasses. In the summer-time you might see bunch of these big black & white fish-divers just floating around in the middle of some lake. It’s like a car full of guys in tuxedos, slowly cruising a Walmart parking-lot after hours: suspicious. Creepy red eyes.