tater finds out that slav squatting and asian squatting is the same thing, and approximately 0.3 seconds later this image hits the extended smh group chat
lardo: 😎😎
chowder: oh wow matching tracksuits!!
nursey: yooo chowder can we recreate this
dex: absolutely NOT
holster: lol are you guys hanging out at our place? rans is only kinda freaking out
shitty: ayy jack I had no idea you guys were in town!
jack: We’re not? We have a game in Vancouver in two hours
jack: Tater
jack: Tater pick up your phone
tater: )))))))
ref // prints, stickers etc
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4:24pm
jack's apartment
tater
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okay for some reason my instinct is to write sad tater but i battled against that bc i didn't want to be sad today. thanks for the prompt, hope you like it!
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jack's apartment, 4:24pm
“But consider this,” Jack is saying, as Bitty pushes him towards the door, “I could stay here instead.”
“You are just the sweetest thing, aintcha? But we both know you’ll melt if you’re away from ice any longer you big Canadian moose. Go skate with Shitty – I know you’ve missed him somethin’ fierce since he was here after the Cup.”
Tater sniggers into the couch cushions at the sight of Jack Laurent Zimmermann – college graduate with honors, top five for the Rocket Richard and Art Ross, runner up for the Conn Smythe, Calder Cup Winner, and Stanley Cup Champion – pouting at his boyfriend.
“Bits—”
“Get out of here, Mr. Zimmermann,” Bitty laughs. “We’ll be just fine on our own, and we’ll be here when you get back.”
“Fine.” Jack leans in for one more kiss and Bitty pushes up into the contact so easily that Tater actually looks away, feeling a little like he’s intruding – only looking up again at the sound of the door closing.
Bitty collects Tater’s evening meds and a slice of pie for both of them before making his way back into the living room, shaking his head fondly. “Never thought I’d see the day when Jack Zimmermann was whining about going to the rink. Somewhere pigs are flyin’.”
“Seem to me like good reason to pout: Little B staying home.”
“You’re sweet as all get out.”
“Am best,” Tater confirms before shoveling blueberry pie into his mouth with a groan of pleasure.
“How’s your leg today? Still sore after PT today?”
“Da. But feels stronger. I’ll be back to start next season I’m thinking.”
Bitty does a little dance in his seat in celebration. “Tater, that’s fantastic! I’m so pleased for you, hon.”
“Is rough, no skate, no running, only bike and swimming sometimes. Feel с ума – not sure what English is – like not wanting to sit still, but forced to.”
“Oh, stir-crazy?” Tater nods. “I totally get that – I got a bad concussion my frog year, couldn’t do anything with impact until the start of the next season. I didn’t think I would miss running in the Georgia heat, but Lord, I would have given anything just to go for a jog, I was so bored.”
Tater lifts his plate and waggles his eyebrows. “Pie helps lots. Would be sad without.”
“Well we can’t have that,” Bitty says, mock seriously before sitting up straight. “Now, to business. Jack will be gone for at least two hours, probably closer to three since Shitty will drag him out for dinner after.”
“We have time to finish Drag Race?”
“We do indeed.”
“Was wrong before. Little B is best.”
Bitty doesn’t say anything, just smiles at Tater fondly, grabs the remote and settles himself against Tater’s side, tucked safely under Tater’s arm. His leg is sore, he’s itching to get back to the ice and conditioning, but Bitty has a way of making all his frustration melt away.
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(So I was writing the answer and I didn’t like how it was going and wanted to restart and ended up deleting the ask so I am so sorry but it was this one.)
@dragvnsovl
The rain was pouring down heavily now, and while Celeron had no problem with the rain and in most cases quite enjoyed it as it helped cool his cybernetics down. Made it so that his coolant didn’t have to work so hard all the time. He didn’t want to be absolutely soaked head to toe he stepped out of the rain into a coffee shop called BouTEAque. The fact it was a pun was also something he quite enjoyed.
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