“But you lost,” Eric says gently, afraid Jack’s about to realize he’s made a mistake. “And you won,” Jack counters, just as gently, cupping Bitty’s face. “And you have no idea how proud 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,” Eric defends, fighting the warmth rising in his cheeks. “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 a bit like I won too, you know? I got to see the man I love, the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, fearless.” Oh. That’s. 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. “So you’ll marry me?” Jack cradles Eric’s sweaty face and peppers kisses across his cheek. “Please say yes. Make it official.”
Based off of a real situation with a Russian I knew:
So Bitty has definitely called people a peach before. So at some point, after Jack is out to the team and Bitty has met them, Tater is helping with him something and Bitty says, “You’re a peach.” Tater is confused, but is like well that sounds nice, so alright.
He goes to Snowy a little while later and asks what it means when someone calls you a peach.
And Snowy replies, “A peach…do you mean a bitch?”
Tater, “No…no…I am pretty sure it is a peach.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t bitch? People don’t usually say that…wait…was it Bitty?”
“It means you are sweet and I think that is also a fine.”