The first Falconers game after Bitty and Jack get married, the falconers pull off a big prank on them. In which every player on the starting line (and everyone else) is introduced as [Last Name]-Bittle. Like in that friends episode where Courtney gets married and asked for the opening credits to be changed to CoxArquette to show it and instead they changed everyones last name to Arquette

And they all have jerseys made special for that first game and Jack is laughing the whole game and Bittle’s in the line up just cheering on everyone.

At the end the Falconers social media channel posts a picture with everyone in their Bittle jersey and the caption is like “The Falconers and their husband, food network star and author Eric Bittle”

Rare pair fanfic...

for the rest of their lives any person who has been a member of SMH has gotten the same confused squinting thrown in their direction:

"Wait. Justin. You baked these cookies?"

"Who made this pie—Anthony?"

"Will, these are the most perfect pancakes I've ever—"

"Larissa, you could enter these into a contest. Holy shit."

"Okay, Alexei, where did you buy these?"

And everyone is like:

"Oh, yeah, I had this friend in college—"

"Yeah, I got really good at baking in college—"

"A friend taught me how to make two dozen pancakes while hungover—"

"Yeah. It's an award-winning recipe. I learned it from a friend—"

"Not store bought; I made them!!"

10 year anniversary of Check, Please! ep. 1.01 coming up???

(og idea)

Sunsoaked Georgia accent on the other end of the phone, and Jack rests a hip against his ironing board. “Y'know there’s more subtle ways to get my attention than callin’ me ‘the softest hands the NHL’s seen in years,’” Bittle says.

He sounds amused. Jack smiles a little, clamping the phone between his ear and shoulder as he irons his shirt. “You didn’t call me back after our date,” he says, and Bittle exhales something close to a laugh.

“So 'course you thought flirting with me in your fancy sports write-up was the next best thing.”

Jack shrugs, easing the iron between the buttons. “It worked, didn’t it?”

“Mmm.”

The iron hisses; Jack lifts it, waiting. That’s a thinking mmm. He spares a moment to think how nice it is that he knows that now.

“Well,” Bittle says, drawing out the word. We-ell. “You got me on the line now, Mr. Zimmermann.”

“Literally or metaphorically?”

Bittle smiles so loud it’s audible over the phone. “Possible it’s both.”

“It is?” Jack asks this before he can stop himself. He doesn’t really care how eager, how surprised it makes him sound. He’s been interested for awhile now.

“It is,” Bittle says, and something like anticipation settles heavy on his words. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

ugly meet au: strangers bitty and jack hit it off at a holiday party at the volleyball team's house, and in a move uncharacteristic for them both decide to sneak upstairs. bitty, because he decided his new year's resolution is to date and have sex no matter what, and jack, because the team had a bad run and for once he wants to just forget about hockey instead of obsess about it.

it'd be a mutually destructive night, except they both freak out at the last second and balk.

and it'd remain only an embarrassing memory otherwise, except they both start the first day of the new semester finding out they're taking a tiny class together.

“I, euh– sorry?” 

bitty lifts his head from the recipe book he was looking at. and what a sight it is – in front of him is standing the most gorgeous man he’s ever set eyes on.

“uh, yes?”

he tries valiantly to meet the man’s blue gaze, but can’t quite: the second the man’s white cane gently collides with his foot, he understands why.

“sorry,” the man says again, “not to sound like a creep, but I heard you speaking to that lady, and, euh, are you eric bittle?”

bitty blinks. “well, yes, why?” he’s not usually recognized by fans on the street. especially not blind ones.

“I, euh, really like your audiobooks? you have a nice voice.”

“oh!” that makes sense. “thank you.” 

when his podcast started doing well, someone approached him to do a few audiobooks. and if bitty isn’t the most bookish person, those are fun to do. it’s the first time someone compliments him on his southern accent, though. 

the man smiles, and shuffles from one foot to the other, as if there’s something else he’d like to ask.

cursed christmas movie au:

bitty puts off buying his plane tickets home for so long that they become too expensive (maybe-definitely avoiding going home and coming out to his parents). he plans on spending winter break at school, until he finds out a malfunction killed the heating in his dorms and it will only get fixed after the break.

he complains about it to his friend adam, and is caught off guard when adam makes him a different offer: drive up to buffalo and spend hanukkah with him and his family, and in return, pretend to be adam's boyfriend while he's there.

it's definitely the worst idea ever. adam is usually full of those. they haven't known each other for that long, and bitty is a pretty bad liar, and it could only go terribly wrong. but adam insists, and since bitty hates the cold - up to new york they go.

also spending the holidays at the birkholtz house are justin, adam's childhood best friend - who arrives solo but is rumored to be on the cusp of proposal to his anonymous girlfriend - and jack zimmermann, a canadian hockey player who lived with the birkholtzs when he and adam played junior hockey together.

it's a full house. between trying to believably play the role of adam's doting boyfriend, being helplessly captivated by zimmermann's awkward charm, and catching adam and justing looking at each other only when the other isn't looking, bitty is in for a much more exciting holiday than he planned for.

au in which jack encounters a lot of issues after getting in the nhl, due to his anxiety but also injuries, and therefore not being able to be the player the league set him out to be. he might be a fourth line center, but he’s little nora bittle’s favorite player. he just doesn’t know it yet. 

“zimboni!” tater shouts after him. “you see this?”

tater lifts his phone, showing jack his twitter. specifically (from what jack understands about twitter), a young man’s profile.

the first tweet is showing a little girl, maybe five or six, wearing his jersey. her hands are fisted up in the air, clearly celebrating. the recognizes what’s happening on the tv: it’s his goal from last week. his third of the season.

and then, another:

jack looks up. what’s he doing on saturday again?

love me lights out

“Bits?” Jack asks softly. “Hey, look at me.”

Bitty shakes his head. He can’t right now.

“What going on?” Jack rubs a hand up and down Bitty’s back. It’s so comforting, and Bitty knows he’s being silly. He trusts Jack, and he likes him a lot, so why is this all just… embarrassing for him?

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so @parvuls made a pretty sweet prompt generator, and I got “childhood sweethearts” & “elevator” & “medicine,” so naturally a lil Holsom happened :)

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The elevator’s quieter than Adam anticipated. He studies his sweatshirt cuff — it’s fraying along the seams, a relic from college barely hanging on — and tries his best to stay nonchalant, tries his best not to flood the space with his emotions, tries not to stare at the boy who broke his heart fifteen years ago. 

Dr. Justin Oluransi is not a boy anymore. Time has sharpened his jaw, broadened his shoulders, stretched him out so he’s only a little shorter than Adam now, not half a head like he used to be. He’s tapping his pen on his bottom lip the way he would when they worked through their algebra together, stealing kisses between answers. He’s always been beautiful. Time’s turned him into something gorgeous. 

Sharing the elevator would be more awkward if they hadn’t run into each other earlier, if they hadn’t said hey and hi when Adam stepped in. It would be more awkward if Justin had shown up in the delivery room without any forewarning, but the nurse had mentioned him by name, and Adam had been able to get his breathing under control before Dr. Oluransi stepped into the room. 

“Is that,” Sarah had begun to ask, then paused, wincing. Adam had squeezed her hand. 

“Yeah,” he’d said. Had borrowed her breathing techniques to ward off a confused flood of feelings. Had remembered, I’m a dad today.

Sarah’s ex has been gone for ages and there are papers to sign and rights to give up and sometimes Adam feels like he’s going crazy, but the nursery’s been finished for months, and that makes things better. And he’s ready for this, he is. He’s got a dresser full of onesies and diapers. His friends have already worked out a rotation to help him sleep and stay sane; most of them are in the waiting room now, dozing while they can. Sarah’s staying the first three months before going abroad. 

Sarah’s gonna birth and name her. Adam’s gonna raise her. The Birkholtz siblings have always been an excellent team. 

The elevator dings cheerfully. Justin clears his throat. 

“So the kitchen’s just down the hall,” he says, pointing. Adam dearly needs to not notice his hands. “On the left there.”

Adam says, “Thanks,” in order to stop himself from saying, she’s my sister, it’s — complicated, her situation, but she’s my sister and fuck I wish I could’ve talked to you about this.

He says, “Probably shouldn’t get Sarah any coffee, eh?” to stop himself from saying, I’m sorry about what I said when you ended things, and she’ll be okay right? She’s gonna be okay?

“Probably not to the coffee,” Justin says with a little smile. “See you down there.”

Adam nods. Justin nods back. The elevator doors shut between them, and Adam stares at it until he remembers where and when he is. They’ve never had anything better than bad timing. This, here? A baby on the way and a mess between both of them with no time to explain? 

I’m a dad today. 

It’s like getting hit with a frying pan, all of this. Seeing Justin on top of everything is like the hardest check he’s ever taken, sharp and bruising and stealing all his air.

He breathes in. Holds. Breathes out. 

I’m a dad today. 

All he needs to be right now is steady. He can be steady for his sister. 

He gets his coffee and goes back down the elevator and when she sees him, Sarah beams, and he takes her hand. He tells her a shitty joke. And when she laughs and says that was bad and like, not in a “so bad it’s good way,” just bad, they are the only people in the world. Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. They can do this. They’ve always been an excellent team. 

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Trope: Enemies to Lovers, Setting: Train Station, Word: Grateful.

Jack doesn't know what to say. His mom phoned him of course, told him he had to come and do this, so he's doing it because otherwise he'll never hear the end of it. He doesn't offer to help Bittle with his bags, just sits and waits, scratches his face absently while he thinks about training later. Startles a little when the car door slams shut and Eric slumps down into the seat beside him.

He could just drop him off at the dorms. That's where Bittle lives, but something makes him wonder if maybe Bittle needs to be around people... He doesn't care, but his mom will ask later and if he doesn't at least offer he'll be second guessing himself for years.

So he just drives to the Haus, which is kind of a dick move but it's close enough Bittle can walk to the dorms, not like the train station. He parks up and does grab a bag this time, grunts and gestures his head toward the open door, ignoring the confused mumbling.

"Jack! Where the fuck -"

Of course Shitty isn't wearing anything other than his underwear, and Jack guesses he should be glad for small mercies.

"Shits, this is... Uh... Eric."

One of Shitty's eyebrows goes up, and he's not prepared for what questions might come later. He has teammates, friends by default, and then there is Shitty Knight who has created a position in Jack's life he didn't even know he needed. Best friend. It comes with its own challenges though.

"Eric Bittle, nice to meet you."

"Shitty Knight... You uh, okay?" Jack had told him about Bittle coming out to his folks and then fleeing. He doesn't actually think Coach Bittle and Suzanne would have kicked Bittle out, but he doesn't know for certain, just that his mom rang and asked and made sure that there was someone to meet Eric at the train station. Jack is only just starting to feel in control of his own life so he sure as hell can't cope with supporting someone else through their own shit. Shitty though... And actually, the whole team, they might be just what Bittle needs.

stuffed animals Jack Zimmermoose and Bun, the true otp ^_^

The thing is, Jack Zimmerman can sing.

If you were to tell him this, he'd probably laugh and brush it off. That is, if you were lucky enough to hear him sing in the first place. Oh, he might hum along to his favorite song every once in a while, but actually singing?? That was a rare occurrence ance.

Bitty didn't find this out until a few years into their relationship. He wakes up one morning to the sound of quiet singing coming from the bathroom. It takes him a solid minute to realize it's Jack, which he's a bit embarrassed about after the fact considering they live alone. He gets up and sits outside the bathroom door to hear it better, and he is just absolutely stunned. His boyfriend, the love of his life, who never sings no matter how much he loves the song? Has the voice of an angel.

And Bitty knows better than to bring it up, because he doesn't want to embarrass Jack. But secretly, he wants nothing more than to hear Jack sing again. Jack, being a good partner, knows how important music is to Bitty. So, surprisingly enough, Bitty gets to. A few years later, at there wedding, Jack surprises Bitty by singing the first dance; his rendition of Halo, reminiscent of when they first kissed.

That's the one and only time Jack ever sings in front of a crowd, and Bitty thinks it's a damn shame. But after that, sometimes, when Bitty's having a bad day and Jack wants to cheer him up, or just because, Jack will sing for him. And Bitty thinks there's no better sound in the world than his husband's voice.

I don’t know if I have any check please mutuals left but!!! If you are out there!!! When jack speaks French to bitty and it’s all romantic and bitty doesn’t know!!! I LOVE THAT!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I thought Teen Wolf and True Blood were the same thing for a while.

Isn’t this exactly what Teen Wolf is really tho?

“I assume this is a gay porn star.”

Who are we kidding, it IS Teen Wolf.

What makes this perfect for me is the fact that Ngozi, author of Check Please, drew this.

today's shower thoughts: bitty's first providence visit that august is really the first time they get the luxury of figuring out how they like to sleep together.

so that first night they crawl into bed and bitty tries not to make a big deal of the fact that jack chose a side of the bed that he very clearly does not sleep in (even though that, and the fact that jack super nonchalantly asks if bitty's bringing senior bun to bed, makes his whole body feel jittery and fluttery)

and once they finally get settled in, once they've talked until their eyelids grew too heavy, bitty tucks himself into the sheets and tugs the blanket up to his ears and nestles senior bun under his pillow, then blinks sleepily at jack (more than a little giddy that he gets to fall asleep in the same bed as jack zimmermann) and says, "g'night, honey."

he expects a sleepy smile in return - it's one of his favorites, the one that greeted him every sunday morning throughout the last few months of his sophomore year, as the two of them headed towards faber in the dark - but instead jack's face does something strange. "you -- you wanna stay all the way over there?"

bitty looks at the scant ten inches of mattress between them. "oh. uh...?"

"I thought maybe we could, uh. spoon?"

bitty very heroically does not squirm happily at hearing jack say spoon. he bets shitty will pay buckets for the privilege. "well, I... I kinda like sleepin' on my stomach."

"ah. okay." jack smiles gently and knocks his knee against bitty's shin beneath the sheets. "good night, bittle."

but bitty looks at jack, at the way he's lying on his side, arm curled around his pillow -- like maybe he always sleeps like this, with space left over for someone to curl into his arms -- and realizes, another bout of elated butterflies flittering around his stomach, that this someone is him now. and then, with another full-body wave of delighted fondness:

jack zimmermann is a cuddler.

so, see, bitty is no fool. he's not going to let this opportunity slip away, not when he never even dreamed he could have this a few months back. so he shuffles a little closer, closes the distance between them, smiles shyly when he sees jack watching him with confusion, and carefully maneuvers himself until he's lying on jack's chest, one of his legs snug between jack's. he doesn't let himself overthink it, because if he would, he'd surely talk himself out of it.

"this okay?"

jack's arms enfolding around him is a good enough answer. the soft kiss he presses to bitty's forehead is a bonus.

"'s great. good night, bits."