Tag: Check Please

itsacpsideblog:

sleepy-cone:

I like to think that Jack is so 110% that he can somewhat tell how Bitty is feeling based on the way his food tastes.

-Jack eating his sandwich with Marty, Thirdy or Tater (really anyone that is aware of Jack and Bitty)

Jack takes one bite, makes a contemplative face, puts down the sandwhich, takes out his phone and steps into the hallway. He returns 15 mintues later and continues eating as if nothing of significance occured.

“What was that about?”

“ Something was bothering Bittle so I just wanted to make sure he was ok.”

They ponder a moment for it seems whatever the issue, it has been resovled and prying isn’t a good way to talk to Jack. So they drop it and continued with their lunch.

This happens every so often and they start to wonder how suddenly in the middle of the day, Jack claims that something is “bothering” Bitty? One day someone decides to finally ask.

“If somthing is bothering Bitty why do you wait til you eat half your food before you call him?”

“I’m not always completely sure if he’s upset unless i talk to him directly or at least eat his food.”

“His food? Like what, it tastes bad?”

“No its still delicious, but different somehow. So i just call to check up. Usually its stress from school, so we talk through it and discuss how its going.”

“But how can you taste something like that?”

And Jack Laurent Zimmermann, as if someone casually asked 1+1? His response accompanied with the slightest shrug:

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Like what a silly question to ask?

Multiple sighs are released and heads hang low. Food is put down as eyes stare blankly at the ceiling. Some even have to leave, overwhelmed by Jack’s insane sincerity.

After practice Jack notices quite a few guys on their phones. Not meaning to, Jack passes and overhears variations of “Wondering how your day has been” And “Just thinking about you so I wanted to call and say hi.”

He doesn’t think much of it, (since it oblviously has nothing to do with him), and heads home.

This post is such a classic and I love it, it makes me smile every time. Especially: overwhelmed by Jack’s insane sincerity.

Because that’s so…Jack. Intense, focused, insanely sincere. Not that he can’t ever lie or joke, but he’s so extremely straightforward and un-ironic in what he wants and how he thinks.

This is Jack who, when asked what he wanted to buy with his first NHL paycheck said “a truck”. Who thinks that his neon yellow running shoes are ‘neat’. Jack, who told Bitty he loved him after a crazy short amount of time. Jack who is sincerely polite to parents. Jack who says things in mid-game interviews like “well, the boys are all trying really hard out there” and genuinely means it. 

Jack “110% Zimmermann. 

Jack “oh boy there ya go” Zimmermann.

alphacrone:

a concept: there’s definitely a conspiracy theory on like the Samwell facebook group or smth that the SMH team is actually a pack of werewolves. the evidence:

  1. always seen together. literally always. to see one hockey bro alone is like seeing Elvis at burger king on a wednesday afternoon in this the year of our lord twenty-seventeen.
  2. they EAT. so MUCH. and SO VIOLENTLY. 
  3. once dudes are invited into the inner core pack, they’re THERE for LIFE. (see: freshman bitty unexpectedly following the older guys around constantly; jack zimmermann visiting SO FUCKING OFTEn after graduating.)
  4. at least one incident where some of the guys were found asleep and naked on the quad covered in mud. 
  5. (let’s be honest, it definitely happened more than once.)
  6. have you ever heard a group of bro-y bros howling? because i have. they love that shit and they sound like dying geese. but it’s straight-up howling. 
  7. play-off beards=furry monster giants

Omg the twitter though. I feel like jack is the type of person who would accidentally use twitter like google. And like if he has questions he would @bitty every-time instead of just texting him and eventually George would be like “no jack, you’ve got to stop.” Meanwhile in the Haus there’s a cork board with jacks tweets just printed out and thumbtacked to it for prosperity.

disraeligearsgoestumblin:

ericbttle:

jack’s a grade A dingus, bless him

@realjlzimmermann @omgcheckplease did u buy milk or do we need some

@realjlzimmermann @omgcheckplease there’s a package for you at the front desk the door guy signed for it

@realjlzimmermann @omgcheckplease maman says call her she wants your pumpkin loaf recipe

@realjlzimmermann @omgcheckplease tater is probably coming over later i didnt invite him but u know haha

@realjlzimmermann @omgcheckplease can u wear those blue shorts i like later 😉

AND THAT’S WHEN. BITTY KNEW IT HAD TO BE STOPPED.

Of Beignets and Sunsets (Zimbits Fic)

bittysvalentines:

Ship: Zimbits
Rating: PG-13 for a couple swear words

Summary: Bitty’s excited about finally moving into his own apartment. The ridiculously hot neighbor is just a perk.

Author’s Note (@luckiedee​): Written for @creatingdoodles, whose prompt included suits. For inspiration, I googled professions where men have to wear suits and well, this happened. Inspiration also taken from a tumblr post I can no longer find that prompted something like “one half of your OTP thinks that the other doesn’t speak English because they only hear them speaking a foreign language.“ Takes place in an AU where Bitty has a blog, not a vlog, and he doesn’t post his picture to it. I hope you enjoy! ♥

”Lardo,” Bitty says dramatically when he finds her at the coffee shop, dropping into a chair on the opposite side of the table.

“Bits,” she replies, barely glancing up from her sketchbook.

He frowns at the mild reaction and, without further preamble, announces: “An international supermodel lives in my building.”

That gets her attention — or, more accurately, her skepticism. She raises one eyebrow, her charcoal going still. “Here?”

“Mmhmmm,” Bitty confirms, sipping his coffee.

“Here,” she repeats. “In Providence.”

“Here.”

There’s an edge of curiosity in her expression now. “Okay, I’ll bite. Who is it?”

“Well,” Bitty hedges. “I’m not entirely sure.”

“Then how do you know that this person is an international supermodel?”

Bitty leans eagerly across the table. “Consider the evidence: first of all, he’s gorgeous —” Lardo rolls her eyes and starts to speak, but Bitty bowls right over her “— second, he was leaving at ass o’clock in the morning, same as me. We took the elevator together. And he was talking on the phone — in French.”

“That doesn’t mean —”

“Wait! I haven’t told you the most important part.” Bitty pauses for effect. “He was wearing a suit.”

Lardo blinks. “So he’s a businessman.”

“You, Larissa Duan,” Bitty says, pointing an accusatory finger at her, “are no fun. I prefer to think that he was going to a sunrise photoshoot. Let a gay boy dream.”

After a critical glance at her work, Lardo casts her charcoal aside entirely and picks up her mug, smudging fingerprints up the side. “Is there a reason you can’t dream if he’s just some corporate shill?”

“Because then I’ll never know what’s under that suit,” Bitty explains mournfully. “At least if he’s a model, he might do an underwear campaign and I’d see the goods. I deserve that much at least.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Lardo says, and they clink mugs.

*

Bitty’s excited about his new apartment for several reasons. He’s never lived on his own, having gone from his parents’ house to Samwell to bunking with Lardo when she’d transferred to RISD and Bitty had decided that Samwell wasn’t for him (largely because his grades slipped so low that he was barely clinging to his scholarship). It’ll save him from being the awkward third wheel when Shitty visits from Boston. He’ll be closer to the catering company where he’d recently graduated from Baking Assistant to Baker.

The ridiculously hot neighbor is just a perk.

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fabbittle:

fabbittle:

I had this really vivid dream last night where jack was the product of a one night stand between bob and Alicia and Alicia never told bob about it and just raised jack on her own and then married Georgia Martin when Jack was five.

So.

I kinda really wanna write this???

Because jack would still totally have Hockey Pressure because of his Olympic medalist mom

George obviously adopts him and both he and Alicia take her name

Jack meeting Bad Bob Zimmermann and being like “oh it’s such an honor to meet you sir” and Bob being like 🤔 “this child looks like me what a weird coincidence”

Alicia sweatin over the fact that jack and bob literally look almost identical and NEITHER OF THEM KNOW

jewishtango:

tango is honestly the most effective at chirping on the team and he isn’t even trying?? but like anytime the other team screws up it’s “were you actually aiming for the goal?” or “who were you trying to pass to anyway?” or just “did you do that on purpose or…??” 

once he asked one of the opposing d-men “what position do you play?” mid-game and the dude just. lost it.