Oh god today I have a really strong and specific Bitty/Chowder craving. Time to go hunting...
(Anyone wanna write me some sunshine?)

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Oh god today I have a really strong and specific Bitty/Chowder craving. Time to go hunting...
(Anyone wanna write me some sunshine?)
i found this post in my drafts and have ZERO memory of writing it (thank u alcohol) so im gonna put it in my queue lol
ok but imagine
Bitty comes out to his parents but he doesn't tell them about Jack, thinks it's for the best, maybe to ease his parents into things or maybe to keep the pool of People Who Know as small as possible
and like yeah Ransom and Holster are super oblivious but Suzanne Bittle is not, not when it comes to her son, because she is a certified Nosy Southern Mother and she can see he's been acting differently, happier but quieter, always on his phone and blushing when she asks about boys
and he talks about the team a LOT
Jack's one of his best friends and he's just started his NHL career, so of course Bitty’s never gonna shut up about Jack
(Same goes for Shitty and law school. And eventually Ransom and med school. Dicky is proud of his friends and wants everyone to know. He gets that trait from Suzanne, she understands)
but he keeps talking about this one Boy, how sweet he is and how his smile is like a sack of puppies and how bitty's always making this boy do things with him like baking and getting froyo and going shopping and Suzanne is like. Yes. This must be Dicky's secret boyfriend.
the next family weekend or whatever, Suzanne demands to meet this Chowder boy who's stolen Bitty's heart
Bitty is both confused and mortified
LDR Cuddle Bros
i have this headcanon that bitty’s senior year, he and chowder make a pact to try pot at least ONCE before bitty graduates
it’s just one of those quintessential College Experiences TM and if living in the haus has taught them anything, it’s that all too soon you leave the collegiate bubble and enter the cold cruelty of the Real World so you might as well have fun while you’re still a Dumb College Kid
so it’s chowder’s junior year, and farmer goes abroad in the spring, and he’s quickly learning how Bitty and Jack managed to beat his number of Fines last year
he misses just being able to HUG cait SO MUCH
hello would you tell me your bitty/chower headcanons if you have them? how they got together, how/if they told the team, if bits met the family when they came down to move chowder in.
Okay so like, so much of this is @sufferbot‘s fault (and then @nurseydextrash‘s fault)
Like basically, I think that Bitty and Chowder were mutually attracted the first time they ever saw each other, at the taddy tour. There was a spark. They friended each other on Facebook. And maybe that first day, maybe in text later, Chowder does the equivalent of, as @sufferbot phrased it, "hey you're hot... i'm hot... just letting you know!! maybe we can do something sometime!!"
But well. Chowder, that first day when he got his tour of Samwell, was happy and excited and he felt safe. This was his parents’ alma mater. So he was giddy and bouncy and !!!
And Bitty looks at that behaviour and thinks: Oh dear lord, can you imagine him trying to sneak a relationship behind Coach’s back? Good god, he’s as subtle as a Labrador.
Well, very briefly. Because then Bitty’s brain goes WARNING WARNING DANGER WILL ROBINSON, because he still equates being out about his sexuality as being socially isolated and in physical danger. He basically thinks: being in a relationship with Chowder is a BAD IDEA, how about HELL NOPE, let’s NOT. REPRESS, REPRESS, REPRESS.
So like suuuuuper early in their acquaintance Bitty slams the fucking lid on that attraction. And so we start seeing stuff about “my son, sweet baby Chowder”, Bitty reminding himself that Chowder’s all young and naive and stuff! (Unlike Bitty, who is an entire year older and much more subtle.) So yes, he meets Chowder’s parents at move-in, and they’re kind of bemused when this tiny 19-year-old promises to take care of the son who dwarfs him, but okay, he seems nice!
So like, if you assume that The Kiss never happened, and Jack moved on from Samwell, and instead of blossoming into a beautiful gay rose Zimbits turned into the mellow rose-hip of “I sure used to have a huge crush on him”, I think that eventually, Bitty would notice
Chowder is not actually super unsubtle all the time
Like he is actually good at keeping secrets and managing emotional problems!
He’s frequently mouthy and sarcastic and assertive and cocky
He has emotional depth and maturity and discretion and shit!
So if you follow the links in the first paragraph where I’m blaming other people for my Chitter addiction, they have this hilarious scenario going in fic where Chowder just casually admits that he would climb Bitty like a tree, and then just... goes back to living his life, like a sweet sunshine child of the San Francisco Bay he is. For Chowder, admitting same-sex attraction isn’t a big deal. He just does it. And Bitty starts to be super aware of Chowder and Chowder’s, well, everything, and his repression starts to crumble like an oatmeal cookie.
(Where is Caitlin? I don’t know. I have nothing against her, and in every other headcanon or even in other Chitter fic I’ve written she can be around and in a poly relationship with Chowder or whatever you want! But right now Caitlin is Dame Not Appearing in This Fic. Which okay, I like her because she’s a girl, but I do have one tiny thing against her: I think the world would be awful if we all ended up with the first person we were really into in college. So I am trying to swim against the tide of “50 years later they’re all with the same person they liked when they were 20″ by screwing with the popular fandom ships whenever I think it would suit the story. Drop me some femslash prompts and I’ll try to write more women to atone for writing Caitlin out.)
Anyway. In this fic, Chowder has no reason not to be out about his relationship with Bitty, and anyway they get caught sneaking across the hall after like a week, so they’re out about it. Bitty becomes team captain, Chowder is his right-hand man, and the SMH calls them “Dad and Dad”. As in, “Put that shit away, Dad and Dad are coming.”
I GOT THE BITTY/CHOWDER BUG. IT’S CHITTER TIME.
Bitty's boyfriend is a true connoisseur of the blanket heap. He knows how important it is to layer properly for maximum coziness, and Bitty rewards it. By the time he’s back with breakfast, Chowder has replaced last night’s sweaty topsheet with a fresh one, shaken out and re-laid the blankets, and moved his pillow stack up to the furthest side of the bed, so there’s room for Bitty to set down the breakfast tray before he climbs in.
Some of the newness and wonder has gone out of snow by the end of January, which makes coziness rituals feel even more important. It’s all brown and grey and white and slush in Samwell right now, so Bitty made sure to stir the marshmallows into the hot chocolate and start them foaming before he put them on the breakfast tray, put swirls of whipped cream on the waffles with extra care, used powdered sugar instead of cinnamon. These are the things he can control. He revels in them, little details like Chowder’s fluffy bathrobe and his faint stubble.
“I think I figured out how Harvard is beating us,” Chowder says, shifting his laptop to make sure Bitty has room when he climbs back into bed. “This right winger’s working really well with their D-men, I’ve got that play from the third period here. Just look.”
Chowder takes his hot chocolate as he plays the tape for Bitty, running it through three times before he’s pointed out everything he thinks is important. Bitty leans against the headboard with the plate of waffles in his lap, watching intently and savouring the warmth of the blueberries in their syrup and the melting coolness of the whipped cream. He should get Chowder to present his findings to the team, he thinks; not too early to get people noticing his strategic smarts and leadership skills before they vote on a captain for next year, and Chowder’s his favourite to replace him for a lot of very good reasons.
“Okay, just wanted to show you before it all ran out of my head,” Chowder says, closing his laptop and slipping it between the bed and the wall. He puts his own waffle plate in its place. “You are too good to me, you know that?”
From over the rim of his hot chocolate Bitty observes, “I am fairly certain that’s not true,” as Chowder attacks the waffles.
This kind of winter morning, the Haus is a bit chill, so Bitty sinks beneath the heap of blankets before Chowder’s done breakfast. When Chowder does finish, Bitty pokes his arms out to transfer the tray precariously onto the bedside table--yes, he’d be less likely to dump the mess of plates and cups on the ground if he sat up all the way, but then he’d also be exposed to the air even more. So he settles the tray carefully, then rolls back over in bed--to find his boyfriend lying next to him, vibrating with energy.
For a minute Bitty tries to meet those bright eyes with equal seriousness, like a staring contest, but it doesn’t work; he cracks when Chowder grins, giving way to giggles, and Chowder grins victory and swims onto him to claim a triumphant kiss.
They understand the importance of these things: of blanket heaps, and brunch, of hot chocolate and marshmallows, and lazy morning makeouts. It’s why they go together so well.
Bitty/Chowder is like... the fluffiest ship in existence. So
a) why is everything I want to write for it so fucking porny?
b) Why don’t I have anyone to squee over Bitty/Chowder porn with?
Chowder/Bitty smooching, ace!Chowder!
“Oh my gosh, this is, like, perfect,” Chowder said, holding the mini pie above his head and turning it over in his hands. Little flecks of pastry fell onto his face; he giggled slightly and tried to brush them into his mouth with his sleeve. “I’m at Samwell and I shut out Jack Zimmermann and I had vodka and you made me a pie. I really just want to eat it right now, Bitty. Like just take a bite out of it right here. But won’t the rest of it fall out?”
Bitty looked up from his notebook with a smile. “I can get you a fork if you put it back in the tin.”
Chowder frowned at the pie seriously, then said, “No, I’m gonna do it.”
I’m honestly so happy that Chowder got Jack’s room because can you please imagine Chowder freaking out in his room and yelling at Bitty as he panicked his way through decorating