The newest update of Check, Please! has me losing it, so here’s some fanfic to tide over everyone else who is currently freaking out. And if you’ve never read Check, Please! drop literally everything and go read it right now.
Au pays qui te ressemble
Jack waits.
between the weight of family and the pull of gravity
5 times Jack’s father just didn’t get it, +1 time he absolutely did.
rake the springtime across your sheets
But maybe that is what love is, Eric thinks: You give people the power to spill your secrets to anyone and your guts out on the floor.
just to see that little smile
5 times Jack surprises Bitty, +1 time Bitty gets him first.
Just Take My Hand
Eric imagines Jack in his billet room, studying his ipod with his playbook face on and feels his mouth curl into a fond appalled shape, one that he hadn’t known it made before Jack Zimmerman. “Oh, honey.”
Jack toes at the ground. “I like that one about foxes and boxes.”
“I don’t remember giving you any Doctor Suess. Oh my god, wait, are you… Are you talking about Taylor Swift?”
Of course it is, of course Jack Zimmerman, Canada’s Prodigal Son, likes the song about feeling hunted, scrutinized, about escaping the huntsmen. Eric feels like he may have used up his oh honey too soon.
Like A Brick Wall
Bitty can’t have feelings for Jack and Jack has no idea he has feelings for Bitty and it’s a wonder Shitty hasn’t fallen off the roof yet.
You Never Said You Wouldn’t So Here I Am
Eric just wants to get past this crush, but Jack keeps getting in the way.
on the sidelines wishing for right now
Bitty resists the urge to let out a hysterical laugh because apparently this is just his life now. He tries to call his boyfriend and winds up getting hockey advice from a living legend.
5 times Bitty bonded with Bad Bob + 1 time Jack tries to bond with Coach Bittle.
I never saw the signs
Bitty gets asked out on a date, but he’s already spoken for. It wouldn’t be a problem, really, except he didn’t know he was already spoken for.
bold; over the worst of it
“Spring C,” Jack says, “is full of mystery.”
simmer
Hours later, after letting the pie cool and almost having it stolen by a hungry Nursey, Bitty cuts a slice and declares Jack’s work to be “almost as good as his great-aunt’s.” Jack smiles down at his plate.
if there’s anything on my face you put it there
“You don’t have to tell them it was me. I mean, you don’t have to do anything. I’ll stop leaving marks if you want me to. Just…“ He lifts up Jack’s shirt and touches one of the hickeys. When he looks back up, his eyes have gone dark. “I really, really like it. Do you mind?”
To Even Fall
Sometimes Bitty sleeps in Jack’s bed. It’s not a thing, until it is.
live through this and you won’t look back
The worst part about falling in love with a straight boy is definitely not watching him date girls. No, the worst part about falling in love with a straight boy is that you never even had a shot.
Make It If We Can
Jack opens a door he hasn’t walked through in a long time. Bitty holds his hand.
Hockeyed Up
There are many things on Jack’s mind. Namely: hockey, hockey, Bitty, hockey, anxiety, hockey, hockey, anxiety, Bitty, hockey, hockey, anxiety, and hockey.
Comfortable Territory
“Shit, man, you’ve got your eye on someone? Who is it? Do I know her? What’s the hold up?” Shitty asks.
Jack furrows his brow, confused. “Uh, what? Shitty, no, there’s no girl-”
“A guy?” Shitty interrupts, clearly having entirely missed the point. Jack opens his mouth to point his out, but Shitty beats him to it. “Oh, shit. Bitty?”
deets
The grainy cellphone photo on the cover of the magazine is of his own back, his red Samwell t-shirt. He’s got a forearm braced on the wall, his other hand holding the face of someone small and blond, mostly blocked from view, who has his hands on Jack’s chest and a blue hoodie tied around his waist. Emblazoned across the bottom of the cover are the words IS JACK ZIMMERMANN GAY? and it feels like someone just punched him in the stomach.
of the nature of the wound
His first year in the NHL isn’t easy, but Jack has spent his entire life playing through the hurt.
Positive Feedback
Eric’s never had a postgame breakdown of sex before, but he’s not particularly surprised when, before they’ve even caught their breath, Jack says, “Tell me how I can do better.”
Phone, Please!
“Bits, you live tweeting this?” Shitty asks.
Don’t You Wait
Here’s the thing, in the seconds following that buzzer going off, the first thing that crossed Jack’s mind wasn’t grabbing a hold on the cup. It didn’t occur to him what exactly that first cup, only two years after he had been drafted, was going to mean and what it already meant. He didn’t even consider going in its direction.
Instead, as he’s slammed into and bodies piled around him, foghorns blaring and confetti littering everything in sight, he was thinking of exactly where Bittle might be in that very moment.
(Or, how Jack Zimmermann accidentally came out to the entire NHL a couple of seconds after winning his first Stanley Cup)
Man of Honor
Bitty has to live the rest of his life with the knowledge that yes, Jack Zimmermann cries at weddings, and looks good doing it.
Kent Parson is Not Getting Any Pie
The headline is there as soon as Eric turns on his computer in the morning
“Kent Parson Gay”
Eric puts down his coffee and opens the article, wide-eyed and breathing hard.
“Las Vegas Aces’ star and Art Ross winner, Kent Parson, was caught performing a sex act with an unidentified male at a New York bar last night. When asked for a comment, Parson’s publicist, Jose Flores, said the star wished to apologise to his team for the scandal and would make a statement later today at a press conference.”
Coming Out of My Cage
An unexpected phone call from Kent Parson at five AM doesn’t turn into the disaster Jack would’ve expected. He’s not going to thank him, though. Probably.
Strawberry
Without thinking too hard about anything, Eric gathers Jack’s other hand, places his wrists together, and, slowly, giving Jack time to pull away, pulls them up and over his head to pin them on the pillow.
make this house a home
With the prospect of an empty Haus for Thanksgiving, Jack invites Bitty over to his new place in Providence. As friends, of course.
Step One
Five times Jack Zimmermann came out of the closet.
An Abundance of Pies
Five times Bitty is told not to bake pies for professional NHL players and One time they ask him to.
Alternatively - The story of how Bitty’s pies become an NHL Urban Legend, start locker room fights and cause Patrick Kane to miss a perfectly good shot on goal.
cream and sugar like an optimist
Jack doesn’t actually pick where he wants to live because of proximity to a coffeeshop. Jack would never do that. That would be crazy.
Whistle Down the Moon
Bittle needs a date. A girl date. Lardo volunteers, and Jack isn’t pleased.
I hear symphonies in my head
Eric listens to a lot of music. Life is never so bad that it can’t be fixed with baked goods and the right soundtrack, and he’s really good at providing both, if he says so himself.
Best Laid Plans
“Dude,” said Holster, his eyes huge, “that’s so sad. We gotta get them together.”
“This isn’t a romcom, Holtzy, ” Ransom said, patting his arm. “I’m sure that’s not what Shitty had in mind.”
“Actually,” said Shitty, “that’s exactly what I had in mind. And I’ve got a plan.”
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