Concept: Chase plays Dream Daddy and actually falls in love with Craig, and becomes inspired to become as great as a dad as Craig is (basically coach his kids' teams if they're playing sports)
i love everything about this oh my god yes 💙
chase just coaching his kids’ teams, taking them camping some weekend and jumping off waterfalls, going out to pizza and playing the arcade games. and chase just one day hoping that he’ll find a craig of his own.
Okay, so Coach is kind of conservative, right? and he always really pushed Bitty towards sports and was disappointed when Bitty failed? There’s a big fandom assumption that he’s a homophobe and he really wants Bitty to be a really heteronormative kind of guy, right?
But what if that’s not it at all?
What if Coach figured out that Dicky was gay when he was a little boy, and has been pushing him towards sports to protect him?
Coach isn’t blind. He doesn’t know a lot of straight boys who could make creme brulee in an Easy Bake Oven. All of the wee baby Dicky’s friends are girls, and he thinks boys are gross, while all the other little boys Dicky’s age are completely the opposite (and sure, we as an enlightened fandom know that there are many different ways to be a man and many different types of masculinity, all of them equally valid, but Coach looks at this and sees “GAY” in giant flashing lights).
So he starts to think, what is this little boy’s future going to look like?
They live in a small town in Georgia, and while there is no power in this world that would ever make Coach stop loving his son, he knows that some of his neighbors aren’t so open minded. There are two options that seem the most likely: either Dicky will stay, and probably hide who he is, or he’ll leave and go somewhere that will accept him.
Coach loves his boy, but while the Bittles aren’t struggling, they don’t have private school money. They could send him the state schools in Georgia, or they could scrimp and save so they could send him to a state school somewhere they don’t live, but they’re never going to be able to get Dicky to a small liberal arts school without shackling him to student loans for the rest of his life unless he gets some really good scholarships. Coach looks at his six-year-old son and says, “hey, son, want to throw the ball around?”
It takes a year–a year of torturous, miserable games of football, baseball, soccer, running, even golf–before Coach thinks to take Dicky to the ice rink. He’s thinking hockey, of course, but Dicky’s eyes light up when he sees a girl in a sparkly dress (sequins, dear, those are sequins) do a jump, so they sign him up for figure skating lessons.
Coach still tries to push him towards more conventional sports, like football, but it’s because he thinks Dicky will have an easier time of it that way. It still hurts his heart to think about how poor Dicky was picked on in middle school; they day he’d found out, he started shopping his resumé around so they could move away from the little bastards hurt his baby.
The point is, he know he’s made some mistakes, and he knows that when he tried to protect Dicky, Coach pushed him away, but everything–all of it–was for his son. He’ll do whatever it takes to make his boy happy, gay or straight (but he always knew Dicky was gay).