My Big Fat Greek Wedding Zimbits AU
My Big Fat Greek Wedding was on last night, and I thought – what if this was a Zimbits AU? I put together a little fic outline. Here’s what I came up with.
My Big Fat Southern Wedding
- Dicky Bittle is the gifted and talented baking son of Suzanne and Coach Bittle who own The Dancing Pies restaurant in Atlanta. A shy and quiet young man, Dicky spends most of his time baking, confiding in his moomaw, working at the restaurant but he wants more. He wants more for his life than just the restaurant and his very large, very close-knit and overbearing extended family.
- When the Bittles expand and build a chain of restaurants, they open up a Dancing Pies in Nashville. It immediately becomes the biggest and most profitable restaurant in the chain, so the Bittles move to Nashville to oversee it.
- Enter Nashville Preds star, Jack Zimmermann, who one day upon the insistence of his teammate Tater Mashkov, visits Dancing Pies for some of the pie Tater won’t stop going on and on about.
- Dicky is working at the restaurant and feels his heart practically stop beating when Jack and Tater are seated. Dicky doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone as beautiful as Jack in his entire life.
- “Zimmboni, everything here is good. You trust me,” Tater says as Dicky pours Jack a cup of coffee.
- “Do you recommend anything?” Jack asks brightly.
- “If I made it, uh… you’ll eat it,” Dicky says pushing up his glasses.
- Dicky remembers how he’s dressed and wants to die. He woke up late that morning and is wearing some baggy jeans, a faded Cookie Monster t-shirt, a smear of toothpaste is just under his lower lip, and his hair is sticking up in the back with a cowlick from hell.
- “The bitty baker is too funny, Zimmboni!” Tater yells as Jack smirks and watches the shy waiter from behind his menu.
- “You made all the pies?” Jack asks.
- Dicky nods nervously as Jack asks Dicky to just bring him what he thinks he’ll like.
- They two enjoy their pie and coffee as Dicky dreamily watches from the counter.
- They leave and Dicky thinks that’s that – until one afternoon Dicky is at the local bookstore perusing the cookbooks when he hears a voice behind him. “Hey, aren’t you that baker?”