#jackxbitty

[peppernine]

do hockey robots dream of olympic gold?

Bitty carefully wrangled the front door open, juggling the key to the front door with hands full of grocery bags and boxes of pie. He kicked off his boots by the entrance and deftly tossed his keys onto the nearest table.

It was dark in the apartment, though he was able to guide his way to the kitchen from a faint glow coming from the living room.

“Jack, honey? You home?”

A muffled and completely indistinguishable grumble accompanied by a lazy hand wave was all that distinguished the outline of Jack from the bunch of blankets and pillows he’d bundled up in. Bitty carefully set down everything he’d picked up on his way home and make his way over towards the couch. He flopped down heavily, and spread his body out against the solid mass on the couch.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?”

“Hard practice. Tired. ‘S waiting for you to be home.”

Full sentences seemed to require more energy than Jack was willing to give. His voice was heavy and languid. He hadn’t moved an inch when Bitty had flattened himself against him.

“Oh well if that’s all…” Bitty lets his voice trail on, slowly working his hands and fingers all over Jack’s sides and arms - or at least what parts of Jack are easily accessible.

“I wanna go to the Olympics.”

Bitty stills his hands, unsure of how to process where this conversation may be leading.

“They’re being dumb and don’t want us to go. But ‘m gonna do it.” The words are quiet, more murmur than actual speech. A long drawn out sigh follows.

He has to press his face into Jack’s shoulder to muffle the laugh that’s tempting to bubble out of him, but he just manages. Jack’s nearly asleep, possibly not even aware of what he’s saying.

“Mm-hmm,” Bitty hums, because what else can he say?

“Can’t cancel Olympic hockey. N’st work that way.” Jack slurs.

“They sure can’t honey. I’m sure it will work out.”

He goes back to softly trailing his fingers across Jack’s exposed arm, enjoying the warmth radiating around them. He’s not mad that his hockey obsessed boyfriend is passed out on the couch dreaming of the olympics while he’s visiting. This? This is what coming home is supposed to feel like.

———-

Something about the nhl and olympics and zimbits got to me.

[justcallmebbbarnes]

Everything about the Check Please fandom is fuckig everything I could have ever asked for. I love every single one of you nerds.

[tiptoe39]

got me on my tip toes

~sometime in year two~

Jack can hear humming from the kitchen. He smiles as he comes downstairs, dressed for a run, T-shirt and sweatpants. Must be Bittle. Kid's at it especially early this morning. Psyched for the game later, maybe, or just in one of his indomitable good moods. At least he isn't going full blast in the shower again.

Even with the shower singing, though, Jack's come to the conclusion that having Bittle in the Haus is a net positive. He brings something, a new flavor of sorts. Not that anything was missing, but even so. There's a kind of charge in the air when he's around, like he's always got a thousand ideas. It's exciting, even if it makes it a little harder to relax.

Jack sneaks carefully across the floorboards, hoping not to disturb him. He'll sneak out the door before Bittle's even noticed anyone's gone by. Knowing him, he's got his earbuds so deep in his head he can't hear anything, anyway. One step past the downstairs bathroom, two steps to the kitchen doorway.

And Jack stops.

It's a flash of skin that halts him at first. Bittle's shirt is too tight, and it rides up as he reaches up to grab a mixing bowl from a high cabinet. Jack sees the small of his back bared, then his waist as he turns slightly.

Just skin, nothing he hasn't seen before, but it feels like a illicit peek somehow, and Jack feels a flush rising in his cheeks. Stop looking, he tells himself. Go for your run.

He's just managing to tear himself away when Bittle cocks his hips hard and sings in a breathy gasp, "Why?"

God help him, but at that moment Jack is locked right back into staring. The angle of those hips. They're scandalous. Jack's not even sure how. They just are.

A moment later Bittle's easing back, mixing bowl in hand, and finding his way to the table that sits at the center of the kitchen. As he goes, he sways, singing to himself ("...this, this, this") and smiling like he's got some kind of a secret, and merde, Jack's still there, still watching.

But the twitches of Bittle's hips are hypnotizing, and Jack can't feel his feet anymore. All the blood's in his head, a dull throb of self-consciousness as he watches himself watch Bitty move and yells at himself to go running and still doesn't.

"Got me on my tip toes," Bittle sings, pulling spices and flour from various cabinets, arranging them on the table in a neat semicircle. He clicks the measuring spoons together like a castanet, and does that thing with his hips again. To one side they go, then the other, like a pendulum improbably stopping at the edges of its arc.

Jack needs to stop staring at Bittle's hips. He forces his gaze upwards, following the long lines of Bittle's arms as he reaches for an ingredient. Bittle's fingers move in tiny increments to pour and measure and level off and pour again, and Jack squints, trying not to miss a single motion.

"Away we'll go," Bittle sings, and Jack's gaze flies to his mouth, the upturned corners of his lips. The gentle flush in his cheeks. His features are so delicate, bright thin lines delineating brows and eyes and dimples. Abruptly, Jack pictures them in black and white, frozen in a photograph. The morning sun catching just so on his cheek. Time slows, and he watches dozens of moments go by that only a shutter could properly capture. Furtively, he looks up, actually considering running back upstairs to grab his camera.

Running. He's supposed to be running.

But Bittle is gliding across the kitchen floor, pulling a wooden spoon from a drawer, and singing "bye, bye, bye." He plants the spoon in his mixture and stirs, the muscles in his forearms taut as he cradles the bowl in one arm, mixes with the other. The sunlight glints across the web of tiny fine blond hairs on his arms. There's a freckle near his wrist that Jack's never noticed before. Jack lifts his fingers to touch the same spot on his own arm. Like he can touch Bittle indirectly that way.

Which is a strange thought. Not a helpful one. And it's not helpful, now, to wonder how else he would touch Bittle, if he got the chance. If, in some dream, he could come in without fearing the consequences. If he could grip those swinging hips. Run a thumb up the flat line of Bittle's stomach. Entangle their fingers. Cup his jaw, turn those lips toward his own.

"Hey," Bittle says, but he's just singing along to his music -- something Jack doesn't realize until after an answering "hey" has blurted out of his own mouth.

Bittle jumps and turns. His earbuds fall from his ears. Quickly, he grabs his phone and pauses his music; the tinny sound halts and leaves the kitchen quiet. A smile leaps to his face. "Good morning, Jack! I didn't even hear you come downstairs."

Jack squashes all those errant thoughts into a little box in the corner of his mind. They struggle mightily against being suppressed, but he sits on them. "I didn't want to wake anyone. Just going for a run."

"Good!" Bittle looks around, then stage-whispers, "I didn't wake you up, did I? I thought I'd surprise everyone with game-day pancakes."

"Nah." Jack stands there, looking for something to say, but that box of thoughts in his mind is making a damn racket. He doesn't trust himself not to say something about the way Bittle was dancing. Or the way he looks right now, pleasant and blinking and so goddamn enticing.

He steps back and takes a measured breath. "I'll just go run now."

"Have a good time! Come back hungry!" Bittle waves and puts in one of his earbuds again. He turns his attention back to mixing, singing a soft "whoa-oh-oh." And luckily, he doesn't see that Jack stands there another moment, staring, before he finds the strength to go.

(song is Tip Toes by Jayme Dee, which I never heard before today but love. Thank you @ericandjack for the song and the concept and for being amazing in general.)

[promptoargentbutt-blog]

TATTOO THAT LAST CHECK, PLEASE! PANEL ON MY EYELIDS I WANT IT IMPRINTED UPON MY MEMORY AND SOUL FOR ALL ETERNITY

[morganlikesthings]

OMG Check Please: Jack Zimmermann/Eric Bittle Fic Rec List November 2015

I’ve made my fair share of long fic rec lists in the marvel fandom, and I thought i would make one for the OMGCP fandom. I’m started making this and the Jack/Bitty fics were enough to make one post just for them, so all the other pairings will be in another post soon. Enjoy!

Chaptered:

Hold It All At Bay: Mature. 50K. The theory of extrapolative synchronization of the mirror neurons was debunked back when he was still in his teens, so Jack is reluctant to mention that he can smell Bitty's pies baking from across campus. Warning: lots of talk of mental health issues, very intense

Found Out: Mature. 43K. “Bitty, you have finally rose to the rank of ‘bad roommate who brings people home and has loud sex,’ and we love it. It’s lonely here at the top. And now, you’ve joined us.”No one notices Jack, at the far end of the table, staring at his bacon.[A bunch of ways in which everyone finds out. Update: en français.] 

Of The Nature Of The Wound: Mature. 34K. His first year in the NHL isn't easy, but Jack has spent his entire life playing through the hurt.

Thinking of You: Teen. 16K. 'Cause when I'm with him, I am thinking of youA fic based on Katy Perry's 'Thinking of You'. Bitty's junior year starts, and he has to deal with returning to the Haus, and moving on after Jack's decision. Don't worry - it will have a happy ending.

Au Pays Qui Te Ressemble: Explicit. 15K. Jack waits.

We’ll Find Out If Love Is The Size Of Oceans: Not Rated. 8K. But when Jack looks at Eric Bittle, it’s obvious. Anyone can see the wave of emotion crashing across his face, causing his eyes to soften and lips to quirk up in a smile. The walls break down and it turns out that no matter what anyone says, Jack Zimmermann is not a robot.

Begin Again: Teen. 8K. For a moment, he is tempted to simply sit in the pitch-dark living room, soaking in the silence and the loneliness, but then his phone buzzes, and he is pulled from his thoughts. There is a new message to the Samwell Mens’ Hockey group chat from Bittle.‹‹Happy New Year!››Jack cannot help smiling. A tale told in holidays, from New Years 2015 to New Years 2016.

Apple Pie Of My Eye: Teen. 7K. Shitty and Jack went to Harvard.This wasn't the best decision. But the universe finds a way of working things out in the end.[In which Bitty gets cut from the team in sophomore year and gets a popular YouTube baking channel instead; Shitty and Jack have many conversations in Jack's bed, to Jack's chagrin; Ransom and Holster are totally in sync; literally everyone is onto Jack except probably Bitty; and baked goods play a large part, as always.]

I Don’t Really Mind: Teen. 3K. "Oh shit, it's like, a town where literally everyone is gay. It's the best thing, every day is gay pride day. They even have a women's weekend, which is so chill on so many levels." Shitty took a deep breath to restrain himself from speaking any further, "But anyway, I haven't been in a while and I was thinking we should go.""Oh," Bitty responded breathily. He was happy to be out, but he didn't know if he was quite ready for something like that, no matter how enticing it sounded, "And it's called... Ptown?

One Shot:

Alternate Universe:

Positive Image: Explicit. 10K. When Bittle first showed up at a meeting with management, sitting next to Sara with wide, scared eyes, Jack didn't think he had a chance in hell. Sara hired new assistants all the time, most of whom barely made it through a season.

Those Walls I Built (Well Baby They’re Tumbling Down): Not Rated. 10K. “Well, I hope you gave that boy your phone number,” Suzanne says as soon as the door closes behind Jack, and Eric drops his head to the counter with a groan.

Cream and Sugar Like an Optimist: General. 5K. 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.

The Gentle Hum Of Anxiety: Not Rated. 5K. Jack Zimmermann is a world-renowned figure-skater just coming out of the hospital. He has a new partner and it just happens to be one Eric Bittle.He never expected to fall for him.

Show Me: General. 3K. Eric Fucking Bittle is a 3 times Olympic gold medalist and Jack is a college hockey star looking to join the NHL. Bittle happens to be training for the winter semester at Samwell College, and meets Jack. we're just going to pretend that this is chronologically correct and 1st year happens before the winter olympics!

On A Silver Plater: General. 3K. Jack walks into a restaurant and immediately thinks that he has made a mistake. It may be his lucky day, though, because he lands a date with a cute blond.

Fourth of July:

Don’t Cool Off, I Like Your Warmth: Not Rated. 9K. Summer is supposed to feel just like this, Bitty thinks, swim trunks and lemonade and the smooth slide of river rocks in his hand, Jack's fingers curling around the inside of his knee where it tickles, the space between them small and getting smaller.

All Our Worries Will Wash Away: General. 4K. Jack texts Bitty every day, and he comes to Georgia for the Fourth of July, and he brings Bitty a present, and Bitty's still not sure if any of it means anything.

Fireworks in Your Heart: Teen. 3K. The terrible, awful, absolutely nothing good can come from this truth of the matter is that Jack Zimmerman -- Bad Bob Zimmerman's quebecois speaking, hockey playing, sometimes-mini pie-making prodigal son -- loves Savannah.

College/Future:

Best Laid Plans: Explicit. 19K. "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."

I Hear Symphonies In My Head: General. 14K. 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.

You Never Said You Wouldn’t So Here I Am: Explicit. 11K. Eric just wants to get past this crush, but Jack keeps getting in the way.

Say It’s Been A Long Six Months: Teen. 10K. Jack falls in love, comes out, and loses his friends. Not quite in that order.

Strawberry: Explicit. 8K. 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.

Left the City, My Family, My Precinct: Mature. 7K. Bitty uses emojis like a second language, one that Jack's slowly starting to become fluent in.

Where There’s Smoke: General. 7K. Jack decides that now is finally the time to come out publicly. He also decides that it will all go more smoothly if he pretends to date Bitty. Absolutely nothing could go wrong.

Phone, Please!: Not Rated. 6K. "Bits, you live tweeting this?" Shitty asks. Or: Five Times Jack Took Bitty's Phone (And One Time Bitty Put It Away Himself).

Deja Vu: Not Rated. 4K. When it finally happens it’s almost like deja vu.In which Jack signs with, Bitty flees and everything sort of works it self out in the end

I’ll Give You Everything: General. 4K. Jack doesn't like throwing his last name around to get things, but if it means Bittle gets to meet Beyonce, well...he can't not do it.

Bold; Over the Worst of It: Mature. 3K. “Spring C,” Jack says, “is full of mystery.”

Baking and Skyping and Texting: General. 3K. "I HOPE HE TRIES BAKING AND SKYPES BITTY EVERY TIME SO HE CAN HELP HIM. PLEASE WRITE IT PLEEEEEASE" - ShleeIn which Jack has a sudden SOS, they banter and this Skype thing's pretty fun.Set just a week or so after Jack and Shitty's graduation.

We Go Together Like the Winter and a Sweater: General. 3K. “Fuck, I was supposed to go to Tampa, too,” Nursey groaned and faceplanted into a pillow. “Aw, don’t be sad, guys! We can have a great Christmas here! It’ll be just like home!!” Chowder smiled at the defenceman. “Y’know what, Chowder,” Bitty called from the kitchen, “that’s an excellent idea! Our first Samwell Christmas! We can decorate and make dinner and watch movies! Oh, I gotta ask Mother for her roasted chicken recipe!” The small forward bounded up the stairs and disappeared into his room.

A Fifteen Year Plan: Teen. 2K. Jack brings it up at breakfast—voice quiet, but sure—before Bitty’s even managed to take a full sip of coffee.“I’m thinking of coming out. Soon.”

Bite Your Tongue: General. 2K. Five times someone had a crush on Eric Bittle, and one time it all worked out.

When You’re Not Here (I Sleep In Your T-Shirt): General. 2K. In which Jack says a lot of sad goodbyes, but a happy hello.

Jacket Weather: Teen. 1K. Eric is very, very cold in the library. Jack, stop laughing.

[jlzimmermann]

But like zimbits at Disneyland !

-so because its Disneylands 60th anniversary there has been considerably more disney on my dash than normal ( i blame kim, and alice(though alice posts more about WDW) so i blame kim, and because I’m a self sabotaging little so and so i started thinking about zimbits at disney world like:

- Bitty is such a disney fan boy, he grew up watching them but its like 7 hours to the nearest Disney park so it never happened.

- On the other hand we then have jack, who likes disney as much as the next kid that grew up through the 90′s and 00′s but who has been to disney parks so many times that it has kind of lost its charm to him as a 20 something year old hockey robot ( like srsly they guy had been to DisneyLand, Walt Disney World and Paris Disney before he could even properly speak )

-Bitty wanting to try all of the novelty shaped disney related food (ice creams, marshmallows, waffles ect - jack is sure that bitty baked no less that 10 mickey mouse shaped pies in the weeks leading up to the trip)

-Jack chirping bitty about how invested he seems in all the food “its just food bittle, you could make more than half this stuff on your own” “Jack Zimmermann be quiet and let me marvel in the wonder that is disney food”

- Jack coming as close as he get to a break down over food when he find out that carnation cafe doesn’t serve PB&J soda’s anymore

-Jack and Bitty lining up for what seems like forever to get a picture with Micky Mouse and Bitty is a stuttering mess “ Bittle you weren’t even this nervous when you met most of the guys that where in the 1980′s USA mens hockey team” “this is mickey mouse jack, i have been dreaming of this moment since before I knew what dreaming was”

- Jack and Bitty with matching ears

- Jack and Bitty going on rides

-Jack and Bitty getting pictures in front of the castle

- JACK AND BITTY AT DISNEYLAND