ronanlynchisneversleepingagain:

heartsandflowersalways:

ronanlynchisneversleepingagain:

okay so you canadians have all successfully defended “bud” as a term of endearment BUT may i just say that the first time jack zimmermann lets that one slip, bitty chirps the hell out of him for like a month straight because calling your s/o “bud” is going to be inherently ridiculous to bitty. like i bet bitty laughs so hard he cries the first time jack calls him “bud”.

“Bud?!” Bitty says incredulously, his cheeks pink and his brow still damp with sweat.

“Huh?” Jack responds eloquently, still not in full possession of his mental faculties.

Bitty rolls over on top of him to look him in the face and giggles, “did you just call me ‘bud’ after we had sex?”

“Um, yeah?” Jack has no concept of why this is weird or funny but that’s not really a new feeling.

Bitty just smiles and nuzzles into his chest, “okay, pal.”

The pal is said in a jokingly snide way and when Jack gives him a weird look, Bitty does not explain, but just runs with it.

For the next several days, Bitty slips in weird pet names at every opportunity:

“Hey, did I leave my flashcards over there, buckaroo?”

“Hey, tiger, how was your day?”

“That was a great goal, champ.”

Jack still doesn’t get it. He thinks it’s a Southern thing.