#zimbitts

[sunshineandalittleflour]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“I’ll call you,” Jack says, yells really, and Bitty nods. “Goodbye, Jack,” he says. “It was nice meeting you.” And then he’s out the door, ducking into a tiny blue car with Lardo, suddenly out of sight of Jack, who is now realizing that he’s exchanged numbers with someone he’s never actually seen, and who he most likely will not get to see in person for a very long time. He can’t find it in himself to regret any of it, though, and follows the nurse into the back room when she calls his name.

Or, Jack and Bitty meet in a waiting room during Quarantine and somehow manage to find love in the time of COVID-19

[sunshineandalittleflour]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s an old photo, Bitty draped in Holster’s arms and grinning. It sets off something in Jack’s chest, something familiar and exciting all at once.

Bitty’s legs are long and tan, the top of his thighs just barely covered by the costume. Whenever he’d moved the fabric had caught against the curve of his leg, the crest of his ass. It’d been cinched at the waist just enough to hint at Bitty’s figure, sleeves cut to show his shoulders, his lean arms. Everything about Bitty had been off-limits then, and just the thought of it now, a college tryst in the middle of a frat party, sends lighting down Jack’s spine.

[sunshineandalittleflour]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“You can write recipes naked,” Jack counters closing his eyes and tipping his head forward. “And edit. And I would watch any and all videos of you doing anything naked.” He snakes his hands down Bitty’s wet sides until his palms are settled over his ass. They spend A Lot of time there, so it’s a very familiar feeling. Bitty just keeps lathering his hair, scratching across Jack’s scalp with finesse, despite the way Jack’s shamelessly groping him.

[sunshineandalittleflour]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s the perfect temperature on this stretch of the beach, with nobody else in sight. When he’d booked the cabana online, it had promised a secluded beach, but Jack had been sure they’d be forced to share the little sandy nook with other vacationers. The cabana on either side of theirs remains empty, though, so it’s just Bitty and Jack in their own little cove. It makes Jack’s fingers itch with the desire to pull Bitty closer, get too close to him in the sun like he has in their little cabana. The flash of gold on Bitty’s left hand only serves to make it worse, because Bitty said yes, Bitty wants to marry him, and Jack wants to shut himself away with Bitty and celebrate that until they get married and do it all over again.

[sunshineandalittleflour]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s Bitty who fishes the note out, handing the box to Jack so he can unfold it, the air around them unfolding too, like their competing proposal tension is easily turning into sexual tension. “Oh,” he says, which in relation to the box means that Jack is going to have a Truly Wild Night. Bitty passes him the note, hand settling on his arm, like he needs to hold Jack for this note to be read.

[sunshineandalittleflour]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Jack swallows, not sure if he’ll be able to play this off as casually as he’d like to. He could pretend, say he’ll look into getting information and come home tomorrow with the keys and the plans. He could wait, claim he’ll find a time for them and just pick something from the schedule. He could do either of those things.

Instead, Jack Zimmermann, Honest Man and Dumbass, upends his pockets and holds the contents out for Bitty to see. 

“Tater wants to help us be like Marty and Gabby,” he says, honesty and dumbassery shining through in more ways than one.

[sunshineandalittleflour]

Where the fuck is my Check Please Legally Blonde AU

[loves-to-read-fanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 18/18 Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Larissa "Lardo" Duan/Shitty Knight, Chris "Chowder" Chow/Caitlin Farmer, Alexei "Tater" Mashkov/Kent "Parse" Parson, Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Eric "Bitty" Bittle, Jack Zimmermann, OMC, Elliot Bittle, Shitty Knight, Larissa "Lardo" Duan, Adam "Holster" Birkholtz, Justin "Ransom" Oluransi, Kent "Parse" Parson, Alexei "Tater" Mashkov, Chris "Chowder" Chow, Caitlin Farmer, OFC, Suzanne Bittle, Richard "Coach" Bittle, Alicia Zimmermann, Bob Zimmermann Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Alternate Universe - Future, Post-Break Up, Getting Back Together, Bitty and Jack slept together before graduation, They had a fight, They're meeting 8 years later, Bitty has a kid, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Humor, Parenthood, First Kiss, (in a long time), Found Family, Slow Burn, (seriously the slowest of burns), Explicit Sexual Content Summary:

"Elliot," Eric says, "this is Jack. Jack, this is Elliot."