He pushes open the gate, heart rate just starting to return to its baseline. Bitty’s kneeling in the dirt, tending to his vegetable patch. He wipes his sweaty face with his shirt as Bits says, “Hey, honey.” Bitty stands, jeans slightly muddy, and crosses his arms. “Jack.” Jack looks at him expectantly. He rolls his eyes and points with the trowel behind Jack. Jack spins and find a tiny muddy puppy at his heels.
“Hon, we’ll have to check missing pets,” Bitty warns. But he’s smiling, knowing Jack’s got a horrible habit of taking in strays. Jack’s already got the puppy cradled to his chest, cooing some nonsense at it. “And you’re not letting that dog run around in my clean house until you rinse him off.”
Jack grins at him, knowing Bitty’s caved already. Besides, what’s one more animal in the menagerie?
He strides to Bits and kisses him properly. “I’ll get the dog bathed while you think of what to name him.”
“Just once, I don’t let you name a guinea pig and now I’m the official name picker?”
“Jack, you need a shower.” Bitty pecks a kiss on Jack’s cheek and then pushes him towards the house.
“You gonna join me?”
“I don’t think my knees can do that anymore, sweetheart,” Bitty says regretfully, “but if you make it quick with the puppy, I’ll be in the bedroom.”
“Deal.” Jack kisses Bitty one more time and then jogs off to scrub down a wriggly puppy. From the way Jack’s talking to it, Bitty suspects it’ll be a while. That’s okay though. Since Jack retired, they’ve got all the time in the world to spend together.
Hello. I am tired. Here are some wackos I love dearly. They’re still not done, BUT MOSTLY DONE.
I made Boyd into the Milkman. Because…. why WOULDN’T I make Boyd into the Milkman? And as is the way of the rainbow squirts I sliced my finger while removing his star badge. The Milkman deserves and accepts blood sacrifice as it is pure like milk from the udder.
“Extra credit, Mr Lahey-” Coach Finstock’s voice booms
across the locker room, “-Is the only way you’ll be able to stay on the team.
You’re poor academic achievements means I can’t keep you on the team otherwise
and it’d be a real pity if I had to let you go.” Coach Finstock glares at him
as though he has no other option but to get extra credit. Isaac feared dropping
off the team to get better grades would mean getting his eyes gouged out.
“Well, what can I do for extra credit?” Isaac grumbles,
shutting his locker.
“I am glad you asked,” Coach says enthusiastically, “Let me
introduce you to someone,” he says, signalling for Isaac to follow him into his
At the sound of the door opening you stand up, waiting
irritably for the Coach to address you.
“I’ve been here for an hour,” you say not so politely.
“Yes, well you can blame Mr. Lahey’s long showers for that,”
Coach shrugs, “Y/N, this is Isaac. Isaac this is y/n.”
You nod to acknowledge him, staring at the coach with
furrowed brows, “What exactly am I doing here?”
“Well, Isaac here needs extra credit and I’ve come to an
agreement with the vice principal. I’ve been notified that there’s a vacancy on
the school radio station?”
“We don’t just take anyone,” you say quickly, eyeing Isaac.
You were aware of his reputation, mainly because of the many times you’d had to
interrupt the morning portion of the show to tell him to go to the principal’s
office over the intercom. He’d seemingly changed since integrating himself into
Scott McCall’s group but you weren’t going to take any chances.
“Well, that’s not up to you because the vice principal has
already OK’d it,” Coach says with a smile, pushing Isaac in your direction, “Go
show him where the room is and sort him out. If he does something wrong you can
come complain to me,” he reassures you.
“Like you’d do anything about it,” you grumble, walking out.
You could hear Isaac’s heavy footsteps following behind you and despite walking
faster, he caught up walking at exactly the same pace.
“Damn long legs,” you huff, turning to face him, “This is
our room. There are currently four people on the team, you make five. There’s
Taylor, Gabriella, Tyler and I.”
You unlock the room and wait for him to walk in before
following, “We set up at 7am. As you know we do the notices while everyone is
homeroom. We also do music over lunch and a show afterschool on Thursdays.”
“Why would you do a show after school?”
You sigh without answering, “If you just show up for the 7am
at least 2 days a week, I’ll tell the Coach you’re doing fine. You don’t have
to show up for lunch or the after show.”
“I can show up for all of it,” he shrugs. You swallow hard
and smile, “Yes, but you don’t need to.
You have no experience with this stuff and we actually take this show
seriously. Lunch is music and Thursday’s show is important; we talk about
“I know about important stuff,” he grins, “And I have a
great taste in music.”
You could tell he was just trying to psyche you out and you
roll your eyes, not taking the bait. There was no way someone like Isaac would
want to spend all his time doing a radio show.
“Right… look, 7am, okay?”
He nods, trailing his fingers over the soundboard.
“Don’t touch that,” you huff, slapping his hand away. He
smiles as though amused and sits back in a chair, reclining, “So what do you do
“A little bit of everything. Morning announcements-“
“So that’s you I always hear calling my name out,” he
“It’s not voluntary, trust
me,” you scoff, “I also do music on some breaks and usually the Thursday
“What exactly is on the Thursday show?” he asks.
“Guess you’ll have to listen in sometime,” you say. You
nudge him, “Alright, let’s get out of here. You’ll remember this room, yes?”
“Yes,” he rolls his eyes, “See you tomorrow at 7.”
“Sure.” You watch him walk down
the hallway, 90% sure he wouldn’t even arrive at school until 10am.
Over 2 weeks, you and Isaac had kind of fallen into a
pattern. A pattern which entailed light flirting every morning and the two of
you volunteering to take the lunch shift.
Most people on the team had picked up and given up arguing
over shifts. They’d rather let the two of you have it then have to deal with
third wheeling, seeing that even if only one you got the shift, the other would
show up too.
“Lunch today?” Isaac asks, nudging you slightly as he walks
“I can’t,” you sigh guiltily, “I have something to do.”
He smirks, eyeing you curiously as he listens to your heart
“Just like a tryout,” you shrug, fiddling with the coffee
machine. He catches your hand, “For what?”
Isaac snorts, “You’re trying
out for cheerleading?!”
“Shut up,” you slap his arm playfully, “I have to get more extra-curricular’s!”
“Oh, so this is an extra credit kind of thing,” he teases.
“Oh please, don’t try put us on the same level. I’m way
better than you.” You poke your tongue out and he rolls his eyes, “I cannot
imagine you as a cheerleader.”
“Why not?” you ask, suddenly self-conscious.
“Because you’re you – you’re nerdy and dorky and literally
live in this radio room!”
You could feel heat rising in your cheeks, “That’s not
“It so is – if I hadn’t been forced into this extra credit
thing I probably never would have met you - I mean, it’s not like you go to
parties or anything.”
You could hear your heart hammering in your ears. You
weren’t sure if you were hurt or angry that he thought these things about you.
“Right,” you huff, “No way a loser like me could have ever
been associated with you unless you were forced into it.”
Isaac’s smile drops, “That’s not what I meant.”
“Whatever,” you grumble, “Anyways, if I make the team we
have our first practice tomorrow morning so I’ll need you to cover the morning
notices for me but if that’s too much for you to commit to, don’t worry - my loser ass probably won’t make it anyway.”
You turn on your heels, rushing out of the room.
Sure it had only been two weeks but you were sure there was
something between the two of you. But was that all he had thought of you? The
geeky girl helping him with his extra credit, not worth anything to him in any
other place or time?
Sure, you had had your own opinions of him before you
actually got to know him but once you had, you hadn’t stuck to them.
But maybe he was just a cocky,
arrogant asshole. Maybe you were right about him from the beginning.
Taking gymnastics for most of your childhood had paid off at
cheerleading tryouts but left you so sore you could barely move. Having
cheerleading practice the following morning didn’t help either.
You head to the field in uniform – kind of excited about
having a whole new side to you, away from the station which had basically been your life for the past two
You wander whether Isaac was actually taking the morning
notices but then shrug it off – even if he wasn’t, he’d have to face the
consequences with the coach and vice principal – it wasn’t your problem. He wasn’t your problem.
“Alright girls,” Kayla calls out, clapping her hands
together loudly, “Welcome to squad newbies and welcome back returning members!
Before she can continue, the loud, screeching sound of
feedback from the intercom speakers echo across the field.
“Here are your morning announcements,” you hear Isaac’s
voice boom. You feel a wave of relief wash over you knowing that he actually
took your shift.
“Students must be reminded that the tutoring centre is
filling up and anyone who wants a tutor must sign up by the weeks end,” he
sighs and sucks in a deep breath, “Freshman, please pulls your noses out of the
maps and look for your classes with your eyes – it’s not that hard.”
That definitely wasn’t in the script.
“Let’s see,” he continues, “Uhhh – here we go: Isaac Lahey,
please report to the principal’s office,” he chuckles over the intercom, “I
guess that’s my cue to leave but before I
You could practically hear the self-satisfied smirk in his
“I made the mistake of insulting one of the most beautiful,
intelligent and talented girls I know this morning.”
Your eyes widen.
“Now, let me be clear – this girl is Y/N Y/L/N”
The cheerleading team turns towards you – some giggling,
others annoyed the notices were interrupting practice time.
“Excuse me,” you mumble in embarrassment, running across the
field back into the main building.
“She is gorgeous, I mean, she’s hot but she’s also funny and
kind. She does this twitchy thing with her nose when she’s annoyed.” You could
hear him going on as you ran through the halls – a few people staring and
others laughing. You were too embarrassed to even stop and tell them to shove
“But, the point is, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you
like that, I mean, if it isn’t obvious enough, I’m crazy about you. I skip lunch to hang out with you and I got
here at 7am to set up the station – if that isn’t commitment, I don’t know what
is,” he continues, “I hope you’re enjoying cheerleading practice if you’re
You could see the radio stations room’s door at the other
end of the hall and speed up, dodging people as you pass the lockers.
“I’m sure you’ll do great… and I’m sure you look great. God, imagine you in a cheerleading
uniform. Your ass in-“
“ISAAC!” you yell, throwing the door open.
He smirks at the sight of you, his pen in-between his teeth.
He pulls it out and wiggles it between his forefinger and thumb, “Am I doing a
“You are so dead!”
You knew your cheeks were bright red and that you probably
looked like a pissed off toddler, but no one could see you here. If you had to
tackle him to the floor to teach him a lesson, you would.
“What?” he laughs, standing up and pulling the chair between
the two of you, dodging you each time you lunged for him.
“What do you mean ‘what’?!
This is the school radio show not the 0800
He chuckles, jumping across the room while you rush after
him, “I was paying you a compliment! Telling you how beautiful I think you
“Isaac!” you grunt, his shirt inches away from your grasp,
“You were trying to embarrass me!”
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed!” he laughs, jumping
over a table.
“I hate you!”
You were laughing now too, out of breath. He turns around
and walks over to you as you double over and when you stand up, he’s inches
away from you.
“No. You like me,” he says, “A lot.”
If your heartbeat and chemo signals hadn’t given you away,
the look on your face would have.
“So? You like me! You just told them entire school!”
“Yes, I did,” he says proudly. He puts an arm around your
waist, leaning in slowly. You close the distance between the two of you, standing
on your tiptoes and winding your arms around his neck.
“Ahem,” the vice principal clears her throat in the doorway,
“I think it’s time you ended the morning announcements, don’t you?”
You stare at the microphone in shock, realizing it had been
on the entire time the two of you were chasing each other around and sucking
face. Isaac, on the other hand, wasn’t so bothered.
“And that’s how it’s done, ladies and gentleman,” he says
into the mic before cutting the feed.
I would just love it if Jack and Bitty’s first kiss is in a kitchen while Bitty is baking (haus kitchen, jack’s kitchen in providence, heck even bitty’s house in georgia I don’t care)
and like they’re very excited because #kissing so they’re kind of ignoring the world around them and maybe Jack has already hoisted Bitty up to sit on the counter (cause this is 1000% gonna happen eventually so)
BUT the oven timer goes off
and Jack is like no stay ignore it for just another minute but Bitty pushes him away like EXCUSE ME who do you think I am sir I can’t let my pie/cobbler/biscuits/bread/whatever burn come on?????
so Bitty shoves Jack away (gently bc it’s still Jack and he still likes him) and is suddenly in bakermode and checks on whats in the oven and like pokes it to make sure its done and maybe it’s not so he puts back in and sets the timer again and only then he turns his attention back to Jack like “you’ve got two minutes use it wisely”
so Jack scoops him up again and def uses that time wisely
okay folks it's time for an incomplete list of things I love about jack zimmermann PART SIX
-tiny lil smile -he helps bitty study by giving him kisses as a reward for enough right answers -backwards cap -the way he just throws bitty over his shoulder fireman style -”bud” -”WE’RE A TEAM” -he just wants his boyf to be happy and supported -big loving pupils -a “fool” -his arm around the back of bitty’s seat -rock lord
Jack never uses Bitty’s first name, for the rest of their lives. After a while he switches from Bittle to Bitty, as that’s the name he always used in his head, but then he starts to wonder if he should use Eric instead. He asks Bitty, after they get together, if he would prefer that Jack called him Eric, and Bitty says no. It would sound weird, he says. None of his Samwell friends call him Eric, and he doesn’t associate that name with Jack. He hardly associates that name with himself, even, as no one really calls him that except his professors and people who don’t know him. Jack is relieved because he really prefers Bitty to Eric.
He still uses Eric when he introduces Bitty to people, and in more official situations, but he sticks to the nickname for the most part. (When he isn’t using pet names, of course, which he actually loves doing but he only really does in private. Babe, love, and various French endearments that just come out when they’re in the kitchen together or early in the morning.)
okay but that moment where jack just looks at bitty before kissing him has destroyed me
jack is seeing bitty for the first time after realizing that his feelings were a thing? He’s seeing bitty and all the stuff that he’s been feeling all this time is making sense and maybe it’s a little overwhelming and maybe jack had even planned to say a little something, anything, but seeing bitty he just couldn’t come up with the right words and just
kisses him instead cause that’s easier that’s something he can do