sinakin:

holycaribous:

jackzimmermannn:

alrightshittyknight:

I just really love the idea of NHL Jack (AU where he never went to Samwell) taking a check into the glass way too hard during a game and the glass shatters and he goes completely through and is suddenly in the lap of our wonderful Southern Bell Eric Bittle
And Eric of course is just like “???????? are you ok????”
And Jack is just looking at him like “holy shit who are you and why have we never met”

But alternatively, I love Eric being like “!!!!!!AHHHHHH!!!!!” (Because when that shit happens in real hockey holy shit it gets fucking hype like 0 to 100 real fast) and just smiling and laughing and screaming
And Jack is still just in awe

But like, Jack is tough. He’s dealt with stress fractures, bruising, [insert sports injury here]. The glass shattering was a fluke, he hit it at just the right angle so it looked a lot worse than it actually was. The impact was the worst part, and really, if you can’t take a hit from a check what are you even doing playing hockey (*cough*EricBittle*cough*).

So Jack shatters the glass and tumbles on through (the clip of this happens to go viral and he’s forced to listen to his teammates sing “He came in like a wrecking ball!!!!!” for the next two weeks). He’s struggling to right himself when he looks up and there is Human Sun™️ Eric Bittle looking completely horrified (I mean the boy is scared of checking. I would think being checked through arena glass is probably his worst nightmare). It’s basically Bitty losing his mind and Jack trying to work the Zimmermann charm.

“AhhHHHHH!!!!!”

“Nice jersey *(It’s Jack’s)*. You’re a big Zimmermann fan, eh?”

“Lord help me. There’s GLASS!! IN! YOUR! FACE!”

Jack stands up and is trying to very seriously talk and flirt with Bitty but Bitty is literally pressed against his seat, still losing his shit.

“I’m fine, really. Looks like the extra lifting from this week paid off. *(READ: I’m strong. Look how strong I am. Notice me.)”

“IS THERE A MEDIC?!? WE NEED A MEDIC?!?!!”

*Climbing back over the barrier onto the ice despite both Bitty’s and the medic’s (who has now arrived) protestations* “Maybe we’ll get to talk later. I have to go finish something.” 

“I KNOW. THIS IS YOUR HOCKEY GAME.”

Even after being forced off the ice by a combination of Guy and the medic in order to patch his face up, Jack was still kind of in a daze.

“Did you see him, did you catch his name, how many points do we have now?”

“Jack you have to stop talking, its making it hard for me to stitch your face up.”

“Don’t worry it doesn’t hurt-ow!”

“There, Zimmboni, you’re lucky that you don’t have a concussion you only needed two stitches.”

“Good, let me back on the ice.”

Except Jack forgot that 1) they had given him some pain killers that reacts with his anxiety meds and makes him kind of loopy so even if the situation allowed it he’d have to wait until the last period to actually get on the ice and 2) the situation didnt allow for anyone to be on the ice because the glass is being fixed because SOMEONE HULK SMASHED INTO IT

He almost fucking sprints into the rink. The score hasn’t changed, mostly because the part of the rink with the broken glass was still being fixed. The blonde boy was still sitting there, and jack feels himself getting one (getting gone is a phrase i just made up it’s a thing now you get gone on someone). Fucking skates up there despite everyone going “Jack no stop” and tries to wink at the cute blond (it fails, one eyelid immediately follows the other eyelid)

“Hi I’m Jack Zimmermann.”

Bitty doesn’t know whether to laugh or to scream so he just laughs. “I know.”

“Nice game we have here tonight, eh?” at which point he’s being led away from the warmest sunniest looking boy he’s ever seen by Guy again. it’s like one of those youtube videos where the father leads his tiny toddler across the ice, except the toddler is a 6′1′’ giant and is trying to wink. “Guy i don’t know his name, and i have a hockey game to finish stop dragging me away from the ice.”

and then after the game jack goes and finds bitty before even getting out of his skates and almost slips before beginning to chat up bitty who’s all like ??? why me ??? and then bitty is like “ok ok what’s your number” and jack is so whipped and still a little loopy that he fuckign says the number on his jersey and they says what’s yours and bitty just mutters “at least you’re cute” while scrawling his number on a piece of paper for jack to take and jack has never been happier with a hockey injury