Tag: Check Please
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Bitty has never seen an oven in his life
His parents have carefully kept away from all ovens, because when he was born a curse was laid that by the time the sun set on his 21st birthday, he would burn his finger on an oven and fall into an eternal slumber
The fact that they’d managed it was almost as unbelievable as the curse itself.
Eric Bittle, ironically coming from a long line of bakers, had successfully never touched an oven in his life. In fact, he’d never even seen an oven in person, just pictures. Glossy Sears catalogs and later charming pastel ovens in country kitchens on Pinterest and double Viking ovens on the Food Network. Friends only ever came to his oven-less house for playdates, and as he got older and the friends became fewer this was less of concern. Suzanne Bittle learned to get creative with her recipes, using the tools that were safe to have around Eric to make the best meals she could.
Jack had the biggest car, so he drove. The rest of the team piled in wherever they could fit. Bittle got draped across Holster, Shitty, and Nursey’s lap while Ransom, Chowder, and Dex sat in the trunk space, hunched over to avoid being seen from the outside.
Lardo, in the passenger seat, quieted everyone so she could call Bittle’s parents as they pulled out of the driveway and headed to the hospital. She was quiet for a long time after she explained the situation, listening intently. Eventually, she said, “I’m sorry, he’s what?”
Ask and thou shalt receive. Also Alex it’s totally cool, and honestly did me a solid since this is probably the longest thing I’ve ever written (besides, I’m still loving “People should kiss Bittle in general. Bittle was young. Kissing was fun. Jack wondered how many people Bittle had kissed.”)
Not proofread, please excuse any errors.
They lay Bittle on his bed. There’s a moment where everyone hovers around the bed, staring down at Eric who is curled onto his side, the only sound in the room his small huffs of breath as he breathes deeply. If it weren’t for the knowledge of the curse (and Jack is still reluctant to buy into the idea, fighting the urge to kidnap Bittle away to the ER) Bittle would look perfectly fine. Instead the sight of Bitty’s eyes flickering back and forth beneath his eyelids makes Jack feel vaguely ill.
Lardo nods her head towards the door, “We should give him some privacy. Shits, you good to pick up his mom?” Shitty nods grimly, jangling his keys before turning and heading out the bedroom door, the rest of the team following in line behind him. Lardo gives Jack’s arm a gentle squeeze as she passes by, but doesn’t linger. Jack does.
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George is either recounting something one of the Falcs did or chirping Jack about his shoes. Jack & George, run buds.
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