#cp re-read

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This never gets old. Tater's belief, Jack's worry, Bitty's willingness, Marty and Thirdy's amusement... so much awesome.

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How did I miss seeing this drawing last time? Too excited to read the notes I reckon...

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Awww, unintentional double date!

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Early hints that Jack is a funny guy.

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Squeezing in a few more between shower and going out to eat. Coming out is hard. Bitty’s index cards are adorbs.

Go, Bitty! Go!

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Bitty talks to his baking. Of course he does.

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I read this, and a plot bunny tapped me on the shoulder and said, “You must write this thing.” I hope you like!

“What do you mean you haven’t read Harry Potter?”

“Seriously, Jack? How long have you known me? How often have you seen me voluntarily—or even non-voluntarily—reading?”

Jack paused, thinking it over. It was true that Bittle looked much more natural with baking implements or hockey sticks in his hands than a book. But it was Harry Potter. Even kids who didn’t like reading loved Harry Potter. It was just… part of life in the early twenty-first century, like Facebook or Game of Thrones. Jack had managed both of those, so surely Bittle had read Harry Potter.

“I saw the movies…”

“Bittle. NO.”

Bittle frowned, cute little wrinkle firmly fixed between his eyes. “It’s the same thing, isn’t it? Plus, Daniel Radcliffe is absolutely adorable.” He sighed a little.

Jack couldn’t understand this at all. Almost everything Bittle did made sense. Jack knew him pretty well by now and could easily predict his boyfriend’s reaction to certain things. But this stymied him. Despite Bittle’s dislike of reading, it was still Harry Potter. No sane person would dislike it. Perhaps it was just the fact that it was a book that had turned him off from reading it. He’d said “movies” plural, so he obviously enjoyed the storyline enough to watch more than one, inferior as the films were (though, as Bittle had said, Daniel Radcliffe was nice to look at). So maybe he just needed a different introduction to the source material.

Jack strode over to his bookshelf and grabbed what he was looking for.

“Jack?” Bittle warily watched him walk back over to the couch. “I’m not going to read that, honey. I appreciate you worrying about my pop culture knowledge—and how strange is that to say?—but I know enough to get by.”

Jack just settled on the couch with a smile. He patted his lap. “Lie down.”

Bittle squinted his eyes and stared at Jack a moment before shrugging. Jack knew he’d never turn down some cuddling, even if it meant putting up with something he wasn’t crazy about. Jack had once explained the invasion of Normandy to him while they cuddled in bed one Sunday morning. Bittle had only fallen asleep once. He thought this would have a better outcome, since it wasn’t nearly so “dry,” as Bittle put it.

Once Jack had his boyfriend’s head settled in his lap, he opened the book, and began, “Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.’”

“Sounds like someone else I know,” Bittle chirped.

“Hush, you,” Jack retorted, digging a finger into Bittle’s side until he giggled. “I let you play that Beyoncé thing three times in a row, you can listen to at least one chapter of Harry Potter.”

Bittle sighed, mock annoyance on his face. Then he smiled. “Continue, monsieur.”

So Jack did. To both of their surprise, it became a thing with them. Every night they were together and weren’t exhausted from hockey games, Jack would read a chapter of Harry Potter. Sometimes Bittle fell asleep, but mostly he listened and even commented. Jack loved it, this time together. Beyond hockey and their love for each other and their friends, they didn’t have much in common. Even though they supported each other in their own interests, it was nice to have something they could enjoy together.

Years later, when they had a child of their own, it was Bittle who insisted Jack read the books to their daughter. “It’s a family tradition. It would be wrong not to share this with her.” And Jack agreed.

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Ugh. Could these two get any more fucking adorable? Or hockey nerdy?

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