softlightwood:

can we talk about “Mr Jack’s Dad”

  • bob zimmermann is the original Meme Dad and i will not be convinced otherwise
  • so naturally, he does not let this go
  • the first time bitty gets a birthday card from the zimmermann’s they’ve signed it love, alicia and mr jack’s dad
  • when jack and bitty get engaged, bob nudges bitty’s elbow and says “well, congratulations, mr jack’s fiancé
  • at their wedding bob cracks it out in his speech, bitty buries his blushing face in his hands as soon as he hears “let me tell you about the first time i met eric” 
  • when will it end
  • alicia doesn’t manage to hide her laughter and bitty feels BETRAYED, they’re supposed to be in this together, dealing with their zimmermeme men
  • when bitty and jack eventually have a baby they name her jacqueline, after jack’s late grandmother
  • bob and alicia come over to see her for the first time and bob is cradling little baby jacqueline in his arms, alicia at his elbow, cooing at the little bundle
  • jack has an arm around bitty and they’re both staring fondly at the newest addition to their little family when, all soft, jack says, “there are three of us now”
  • bitty smiles
  • poor bitty
  • jack looks directly into his dad’s eyes and says, deadpan “three mr jack’s dad’s”
  • bob has never been more proud of his son
  • bitty wants a divorce

bardofspades:

fatlardo:

Johnson has, according to the tweets, been dating the same girl since sophomore year. Headcanon: while Johnson is the metaphysical goalie of our heart, he mostly keeps track of the canon. His girl keeps track of fanon and transformative works. Together, they are unstoppable and thoroughly confusing to all others

“John, honey, do we file Kit Purrson under canon or fanon?”

“…shoot, that’s a good question.  I mean, Ngozi did mention Kent with a cat in her twitter and discussed a bit about it in the streams.”

“Right right.  But I think the cat’s name was supposed to be Kent Purrson, and the fandom renamed it to Kit somewhere down the line.  Even then, the tweets were deleted, so at most K. Purrson is Redacted Canon.”

“How about we file just file Kit under
¯_(ツ)_/¯

?”

“Works for me.”

“Oh my god, someone used photoshop to remove everyone’s eyebrows! It’s horrifying!
(ಠ_ಠ)

“Don’t you mean
(ʘ_ʘ)

“I love you.”

“This hiatus is doing a number of the fans.  It looks like they started shipping you with Bitty.”

“Yeah… I… I know…”

“Hun?  You okay?  Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’ll be fine…”

“Hey, Babycakes.  I know we’ve been dating for a few years now, but… what’s your name?”

“I’m pretty sure I don’t have one.  I mean, at this point I’m mostly an OFC with some canon leanings (you can argue I’m slightly more canon than Kit!).  I did get a mention in a tweet, but honestly people barely know I exist.  Although now that someone drew attention to me, I’m 110% certain someone is shipping me with Camilla right now.”

“I’m 110% okay with that”.

nomorelonelydays:

Imagine after Jack and Bitty come out, Jack posts a bunch of videos vlogging his morning surprise on his and Bitty’s anniversary on his Snapchat stories (which is basically old and dusty and unused because you know the guy only keeps the app for Bitty), and the videos go as follows:

1. The camera is too close to Jack’s face. There is shuffling in the background as Jack adjusts the angle until you realize the that Jack’s in his bedroom, and Bitty’s in a lump beside him, with covers up to his ears that’s drifting up and down to indicate his breathing.

Jack whispers to the camera, “I don’t make videos, that’s more Tater and Bits–Eric’s thing, but, um, it’s 5 AM on a Saturday, and today is our anniversary.”

2. About 20 seconds of Jack trying to leave the bed without disturbing Bitty. Bitty snorts about three times and you hear Jack catch his breath and freeze.

“I made it out of the bedroom. I’m going to make him breakfast in bed so, uh, hopefully that goes well and uhm…the kitchen doesn’t…catch on fire…not that it’s a possibility. I can make breakfast. Usually just eggs though.”

3. The kitchen is a mess. There is pancake batter and flour on the counter and a few floppy, pale prototypes in varying degrees of roundness in a pile on the island. The next shot is just Jack’s grimace. 

“So Eric can make biscuits from scratch–actually, he can make a lot of things from scratch. So, uh, I’m trying to make pancakes from scratch, because Eric has banned Bisquick from the house…um, I got Maman’s recipe the other day, but it’s not going too well? I’ll clean up though, Eric won’t notice a thing.”

4. Throughout the cooking adventure, Jack manages to flip a pancake over without a spatula, and the camera records Jack’s pleased mumble of “Yesssssss.” He narrates a bit of college life and what he eats usually, but it’s mostly quiet with the occasional “Oh, God” when he accidentally knocks something over.

“Eric makes it look so easy. He used to bake pies all the time when we were in Samwell. I mean, he still does. Oh, and it’s 6:21. Still plenty of time….I used to wake Eric up at 4 in the morning for, um, checking practice. I think he’s always hated me a little for that. And this is karma getting back at me. I’m going to flip this now.“ The camera shows the pan again, and on this flip, the pancake lands on the edge of the skillet, mushy-side down. Jack uses his fingers to peel the pancake off and set it in the middle. “Oh, shi–no. I can fix this. Good as new.”

5. The final product is a nicely arranged meal of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon, with orange juice and coffee on the side. Everything is on the tray, and a vase of roses are next to it. Jack flips the camera over to give it a thumbs-up and a goofy smile. 

“Done. Finally. The kitchen is intact, which is, um, always a good thing. I put a lot of creamer and sugar in the coffee, because Eric doesn’t like black coffee. It’s just sugar at this point, I think. Um, it is 7:02 on Eric’s day off from the bakery, so he usually sleeps in ‘til 10. Hopefully he doesn’t kill me for this.”

6. Back in the bedroom, Bitty is rubbing his eyes and squinting, his golden hair a mess and still cocooned in the safety of his blankets. 

“Jack, honey, why are you up so early? Did you go jogging?” He yawns. “This is an ungodly hour, Lord, I don’t know how you do it.”

Jack’s voice comes through, soft and adoring, “Happy Anniversary, Bits.”

The video cuts off Bitty’s gasp when he notices the breakfast and flowers, “Oh, happy an–oh my God, Jack, you didn’t–?”

7. The last video is Bitty tucked under Jack’s chin, his face burrowed in the hollow of Jack’s throat. Jack is grinning like he just won a Stanley. 

“He cried,” Jack says, like he’s proud. 

“I did not,” Bitty’s muffled voice says. “You just surprised me.”

Jack presses a kiss to Bitty’s hairline and mumbles something. Bitty burrows in closer, if that is even possible. If Jack had been any louder, the viewers would’ve hear a low “I love you so much” in French. 

bittybutt:

urbanhymnal:

bittybutt:

Check Please au where Jack doesn’t drink at Haus parties because the last time he drank with Shitty, they ended up married in Vegas

Shitty would bring it up constantly. “It’s just…*sigh*… the romance was gone, ya know? There I would be, dinner on the table, and all he had time for was practice.” or “My beautiful Canadian ex-husband, now that you have signed, I will be expecting my portion.” or “Gasp! Jack, did you use me to get American citizenship??? I feel so used.” 

Shitty sending him stuff for their wedding anniversary, long after they have graduated and Jack’s teammates are like, “Who are the flowers from?” Jack would just sigh and hang his head: “My ex-husband.” 

Reporters finding out that Jack was married and just having a field day with it. Shitty getting interviewed, wiping away tears as he says that he will always love Jack, but their marriage was doomed from the start because Jack’s heart always belonged to hockey. 

Bitty and Jack finally getting together and Shitty texts Jack late one night. Bitty chirps Jack like crazy, wanting to know if he should be jealous and if he is really over his ex-husband. Shitty sending Jack pics of him “seductively” posing. Bitty’s wide-eyed, trying to look hurt but barely managing to hold back his giggles, “Are you sexting him? Is it the mustache? I’ll try growing one or I’ll get a fake one. Please don’t leave me for that glorious flow.” 

Jack is a very patient, saintly man. 

But he will have his revenge. 

AND WHEN BITTY AND JACK START DATING SHITTY YELLS AT JACK “BUT WHAT ABOUT OUR MARRIAGE??? WHAT ABOUT THE KIDS???” AND JACK IS THERE LIKE “WE DID GET MARRIED BUT WE DIDN’T HAVE KIDS” AND SHITTY LOOKS AT JACK WITH THE STRAIGHTEST FACE THAT HE CAN MANAGE AND SAYS“I WANTED TO TELL YOU BEFORE BUT… WE DO HAVE KIDS” AND BITTY GASPS AND JACK JUST WANTS THE DIVORCE ALL OF THE DIVORCES (via @idontreallylikebutterflies)

y’all keep making this better and better I swear

chilldexie:

From the moment they met, Jack knew this was the
man with which he would spend the rest of his life. 

“I hope y’all like pecan pie,” Eric Bittle said. He was small,
blond, and southern, with a smile that could brighten a room and a pie that
smelled like heaven held gently in his hands. Ransom and Holster were on him in
seconds.

“Holy shit, did you make this? It’s spectacular!” said
Holster, pieces of pecan flying from his mouth. He hadn’t bothered to grab a
plate, or a fork, or anything resembling kitchen ware for that
matter. 

“Uhh, yes?” Eric looked scandalized. Ransom and Shitty had
joined in, grabbing bits of pie and cramming it in their mouths with a voracity
that challenged wild hyenas. 

Jack was perched on the edge of the dining hall table, watching the
chaos unfold. This wasn’t how he thought it would happen. After a moment, he
rolled up his sleeve, tracing his fingers over the soul mark that occupied the
inside of his arm. ‘I hope y’all like pecan pie’ was written in
large loopy letters. From where Jack sat, he could see the rest of the boys
converging on Bittle’s pie. He smiled at the horrified look on Eric’s face. He would be easy to love, Jack thought. 

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zimmboners:

beekeeper bitty that runs a honey business and has a beehive in his backyard + his cute next door neighbor jack who is Terrified of bees despite being 6’4" and coaching hockey

Okay. So. Can I just combine this with my desire for Gardener!Jack?

Bitty’s a responsible urban beekeeper and keeps his hives positioned so they don’t fly out in pathways, and he has a lovely bee-pond set up so they don’t skulk around any swimming pools, and he even has courtesy fences set up so that neighbors don’t get unnecessarily nervous. I mean, most of his hives he keeps on rooftops throughout the city (a lot of coffeeshops and restaurants and nurseries are actually really cool about this, because they get great deals on fresh, unprocessed local honey–and Bitty’s honey-based desserts are to die for).

Yes, Bitty’s quite happy with Honey Pie Hives (his mother vetoed “Queen Bee-yoncé” and all related puns), he’s got great relationships with businesses throughout the town (even if his actual relationship status leaves something to be desired) and all seems to be going really well, until the new neighbor moves in.

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AU where you can summon your soulmate to you once in your life.

wheeloffortune-design:

check please, zimbits


‘CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? PLEASE, I’M STUCK HERE, PLEASE
OPEN THE DOOR!’

Jack looked around frantically. A moment ago, he was
on the ice, and now he found himself in a dimly lit corridor. He was still
holding his hockey stick.

‘What-‘ he mumbled.

‘OH MY GOD IS SOMEONE THERE? HELLO? ANYONE?’

There was a metallic door, a few feet in front of him.
Someone was on the other side.

‘Yes, I’m-‘

‘PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR, I’VE BEEN LOCKED HERE FOR
HOURS, PLEASE-‘

Without thinking, he unlocked the latch. The door
opened and a small teenager fell through, landing in his arms.

The kid lifted his head and Jack caught a glimpse of
tears, blond hair, anguished expression-

And he was back on the ice again.

The rest of his team had stopped practice; the coach
was skating towards him. He felt someone bump his shoulder. Kenny.

‘Zimms? Was that- Where were you right now? You were
just- gone, man. Was it… you know…’

Jack nodded.

‘I think my soulmate just summoned me,’ he whispered.

‘Oh. Okay.’

He didn’t see Kent’s complicated expression. He could only
remember the boy’s tears.

* * *

‘There is
someone, somewhere, for you, Dicky. You can call them to you for a moment, only
a moment, and only once in your life, so you have to be careful.’

‘How do I
call them to me, mama?’

‘No one
can really say, honey. You just have to wish for it really, really hard. You
have to want it more than anything in the world.’

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