Zimbits photographer/model au

legojacques:

itsybittle:

I can’t come up with anything too long that hasn’t been done already, but how about Bitty going to Samwell but not playing hockey and is friends with Lardo so does frequent the haus parties etc.

And Jack, who is still taking a photography class sees him and wants nothing more than to use Bitty as his model for a project or something.

However what Jack doesn’t know is that Bitty has a massive crush on him, so he keeps avoiding Jack at all costs.

Queue Jack increasingly ridiculous attempts at talking to Bitty, and Bitty even more ridiculous attempts at avoiding him.

“Duck,” Bitty hissed as he dove under the table.

Lardo had just enough time to ask bewilderingly, “What?” before she was pulled under the table too. “What are you doing?” she said again, but Bitty only shook his head and wouldn’t answer.

Minutes later, he cautiously popped his head up to survey the cafe before he called, “Okay, coast is clear.”

“You better have a good reason for that,” Lardo said as she sat back in the booth. Then, expression turning serious, she leaned across the table.
“Is someone giving you trouble?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Bitty dismissed with an embarrassed wave. “It’s just that, um, Jack Zimmermann walked in.”

Lardo was stumped. “What’s wrong with Jack?”

“Uhh, nothing. Nothing’s wrong with him.”

“Bitty,” Lardo said in tone that warned him if he didn’t start talking soon, she was still going to find a way to get the story out of him sooner or later.

Luckily, Bitty gave in easily. “Well, it’s just that–you know that party at the Haus you invited me to a couple months ago?” He fiddled nervously with the handle of the coffee cup.

“Yeah, the epickegster.”

“Yes, that. Well… I may have drank more than I should have that night and uh, I bumped into him upstairs–”

Lardo was torn between being impressed that Bitty had kept quiet about hooking up with Jack quiet for so long and pissed that Bitty had kept quiet about hooking up with Jack for so long.

“–and I word vomited all over him.”

“Wait? What?” This took a sudden and unexpected turn. “So, you and Jack didn’t…” she trailed off, though her implication was more than clear.

Bitty looked stricken. “No, gosh, no. Nothing like that. I just couldn’t stop talking. He’s so handsome, you know, and I’ve seen him on the ice, and well, I fawned all over him and made him uncomfortable.” Bitty hunched over the table, not quite meeting Lardo’s eyes.

“I made a complete fool out of myself.”

“So, now your plan is to just avoid him all the time,” Lardo said slowly, trying to understand the logic behind.

“I already sent him an apology pie, but yes, that’s the plan,” Bitty answered brightly.

—

“Lardo, wait up,” Jack said as he fell instep beside her on the way to the library. They exchanged the usual greetings before they were both silent. Jack wanted something and she knew from experience it was better to wait it out than to straight up ask him. “So, I have a question,” he finally said.

“Yeah?”

“You’re friends with Eric Bittle.” It was less of a question and more a statement.

“Yeah,” she repeated.

“Is… he… going to be at your art show tomorrow night?” Lardo’s rhythm might have faltered, but she was at least proud of herself for not tripping and falling over.

“Maybe,” she hedged. “Why?”

Jack coughed to cover up his awkwardness. “Well, I’m taking this photography course this semester.”

“I know,” she said. She was still confused about why this was related to Bitty. They were nearing the library now, so Jack had better spit out what it was that he really wanted to ask.

“I need a subject to photograph.”

“Okay…?”

“I was hoping to asking Eric Bittle,” Jack finally admitted, the aha moment finally clicked for Lardo.

“He’ll be there tomorrow night,” she promised with a grin, even if she had to drag Bitty there herself.

“Okay, thanks,” Jack said, looking relieved.

—

“You said Jack Zimmermann wouldn’t be here tonight,” Bitty hissed. It would have been hilarious if he didn’t also sound so panicked.

“I lied,” Lardo said simply. She waved over to Jack before putting a steadying hand on Bitty’s shoulder. “And you can’t leave now that he’s made eye contact.”

Bitty glared at Lardo, but didn’t say anything because Jack was making his way over to them.

“Hey, Lardo. Sorry, I’m late–” Jack started, but Lardo cut him off.

“Jack, you were looking for Bitty, and Bitty, you know Jack. What coincidence we are meeting here. Anyways, you two look like you have a lot to talk about and I need to be over there.” Without wasting time, she left the two of them alone in the isolated corner of the gallery without a backward glance.

By the end of the very busy evening, when Lardo finally remembered to check in with Bitty and Jack, she couldn’t find them.

“Have you seen Jack?” she asked Shitty after scanning the thinning crowd.

“I dunno. I think he had somewhere he needed to be. He seemed to be in a hurry to get out here.”

She texted Bitty to check on him, but she didn’t get an answer until the morning after.

im fine

sorry we left early.

jack asked me to model for him! 😁

so i gave him a demonstration 😉