Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eric “Bitty” Bittle/Jack Zimmermann Characters: Eric “Bitty” Bittle, Jack Zimmermann, Shitty Knight (Check Please!), Larissa “Lardo” Duan, Bob Zimmermann, Alicia Zimmermann, Chris “Chowder” Chow, Alexei “Tater” Mashkov, Original Characters, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Meeting, Divorce, Parenthood, Past Infidelity (by other partners), Starting Over, Friends to Lovers, Some angst, Post-Breakup Bad Decisions Summary:

Eric Bittle had it all: a fairy-tale marriage to his college sweetheart, two great kids, a thriving career. Until the day his cheating husband up and left him for a younger man. Now a single parent, Eric’s just trying to get through each day as best as he can.

Professional hockey player Jack Zimmermann also had it all, up until the day his pop star wife left him for his linemate. In need of a fresh start, Jack finds himself on the other side of the country to finish out his NHL career with a new team, the Providence Falconers.

When their paths keep crossing, Eric and Jack form an unlikely friendship. Neither is looking for romance. But that just might happen, anyway.

“Are your hands always this warm?”

“Yes. It’s havoc for my pie dough.”

        Second piece of art for the @omgcpaubang! This is for a fic by @17piesinseptember, and @happyzimm did some amazing art for it as well!

        -The Consequences of Falling

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In a world where everyone is born with a Gift, Jack can see through people’s eyes for an hour if they touch and Eric…he gets visions of Jack dying. They start unclear and develop over time, and they should stop after Eric saves Jack. They don’t. After Eric saves Jack’s life several more times, Jack confronts Eric about why he’s always in the right place at the right time. After revealing his Gift to Jack, the two team up to help decipher Eric’s dreams. Though they start as acquaintances, they quickly become close friends. Feelings get deeper, but with Eric’s continuing visions of Jack, can there ever be a good time for those feelings to be confessed?

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“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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“Who do you have?” Shitty asks immediately, flagrantly disregarding the rules of Secret Santa.

“Eric,” Jack tells him anyway, needing the help. “Do you know who he is?”

“Eric, Eric,” Shitty scratches his chin. “Sorry, man, I’m—Wait.” Shitty snaps his fingers at Jack. “Eric Bittle?”

Jack checks the slip of paper again. “Yeah. Eric Bittle.”

“Ah, Bitty. Of course. I haven’t heard anyone call him ‘Eric’ since I was first introduced to him. Nice pick! He’s a great guy. He’s in the international rights team.”

Jack sighs. He’s never met anyone from that department since there’s not much cross-over with production. It’s easier for Shitty, the legal team is in contact with almost every division in the building.

“Swap?” Jack pleads with Shitty, hoping he at least has someone Jack knows. “I’ve no idea what to get him.”

“Sorry Jack.” Shitty tucks his own name slip into his pocket. “Don’t want to disrespect the luck of the draw.”

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How about this: 

After Jack retires, he and Bitty get a house somewhere equidistant from their respective homes, someplace with a nice bit of property, quiet, huge kitchen, etc. 

And Jack maybe gets a little bored, a little melancholy, so he decides to do something with the sprawling backyard. So he sections it off and builds boxes and pathways and plants a garden. It’s a pretty serious set up, very thoroughly researched - Jack sends out the soil to be tested for pH balances and nutrient composition and whatnot, and researches which plants are best for the region, and observes how many hours of sun they get, because our boy never does a thing half-assed, as we all know. 

All the while he’s very quiet about it, off in his own world, and Bits watches him puttering around from the veranda as he sips his coffee and makes sure his husband doesn’t get so lost in the dirt he forgets to eat or put on more sunscreen or what have you. 

Gardening books start piling up on the bedside table on top of the usual biographies, and Bits asks about it every now and again - “What exactly are you growing out there?” But Jack just shrugs and says, “Oh you know, a bit of everything.” 

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just jack hanging outside of the changing room at a lingerie store while lardo tries on some bras since they’re already at the mall to pick up a few things for the haus

jack very formally on his practically dead twitter account: no. she can’t be my girlfriend she’s lardo

hockey twitter: is that… a quebecois thing…

they got drunk in vegas after a game one time, swapped jerseys, and ended up married by elvis in a little white wedding chapel

The call comes five minutes or so after she sees the picture. The young man’s wearing Jack’s jersey and a backward snapback, and he’s evidently getting in a taxi post-Falcs game, Jack by his side. The photo is blurry enough it takes her a minute or two to recognize the man, but then, she’s sure of it: that’s Eric Bittle, the rising star in the fashion world.

She tries not to sigh as she picks up the call.

“Maman.”

And then, guilt hits — Jack sounds just a bit shameful, which he never should, not with her. “Jack, darling.”

“So you’ve seen?”

She smiles. They know each other too well. They all think Jack got it all from his father, but Alicia knows it was only ever the looks and the earnestness for hockey. “I’ve seen.”

A silence. “I wanted to tell you before, I swear. We thought— we thought we had more time. Sorry.”

“You know how it goes,” she reminds him. “If it’s not inside—”

“It’s public, yeah. I, euh, sorry. I wanted to wait and be sure he's— well.”

She bites on her lower lip. It’s serious, then. It’s serious, and it’s with a model. History repeats itself. History had been ugly for her.

“His name’s Eric. We’ve been— seeing each other for two months now. Just a couple of dates,” he adds, trying to downplay it all.

“I know who he is,” she lets out, and he must have heard it too, because another silence fills the line.

“Tell me, then.”

She sits down, crosses her legs. Sighs. “Jack. I’m happy for you. I truly am. But you might want to reconsider dating… one of us.”

“Maman… He’s not like that.”

That’s a lie. Alicia knows what the industry does to people. It breaks them down to sew them back up in tighter clothes. It leaves people bitter, too competitive for their own good, and starved for something more. Nothing Jack needs. Not Jack’s type to begin with.

“If he’s not like that, then he’s naive, and you can do better.”

That’s the second category of models she encountered out there. The Marilyn Monroe type. The ones who get famous easily. The ones whose only defence is blind optimism. Those are eaten up by the wolves.

“Maman—” Jack protests. “He’s not like that either, okay? He's— he’s been through some shit. You know how it is. He’s seen it all. And he’s stronger for it. He’s the nicest person I know. And clever. And funny. And when he smiles— it lights up the whole fucking room— I lo— I like him, okay? I really do.”

He’s getting breathless, and it makes her pause. Jack’s never gotten breathless before, certainly not talking about someone he’s dating. Her eyes are still on her laptop, scrolling that one twitter thread. Everyone there seems to rejoice — there might have been rumours, but most people agree they’re a good fit. She’d be an idiot to blindly agree with twitter, though.

And then, she lands on another picture. Must have been taken in a pub, late last night, after the game. It’s Jack and Eric, sitting in a booth. Eric’s probably just said something funny, because he’s beaming, careless, head thrown back. And Jack— Jack is looking at him like he can’t get enough. There’s a smile tugging the corner of his mouth, one of those private smiles that only the best jokes can earn. Or the best people.

Eric Bittle’s smile doesn’t light up the whole room, but it sure does Jack’s eyes.

Alicia’s shoulders sag with relief. This time, when she speaks, it’s with ease. “Jack, Jack— I believe you. I’m so very happy for the both of you. You’ll bring him around soon, right?”

“Euh— I’d like to, but… I need to ask him first.”

She smiles. “Good. And good thing your father still lives in 1995. I hear him coming in— you can break the news to him.”

“All right. Merci, maman.”

“Thank you for telling us, sweetie. Je t'aime.”

“Je t'aime aussi.”

bitty: meet our baby, we named him adam :)

holster: you named your kid after me???

bitty: your name’s adam?!

jack: fuck

LET’S TALK ABOUT THOSE PLAYOFF BEARDS

Probably how this encounter went:

Tater: Zimmboni getting his first NHL playoff beard!!! Too bad it not that great

Jack: Haha shut up tater yours doesn’t look much different from mine

Snowy: Jesus, at least mines better than you two

Thirdy: You guys know you can never beat Marty here right?

Marty: *Too busy admiring his own beard*

the moment kenny realizes his unrequited crush might not be so unrequited - when zimms offers him the last chicken tender

I MISS T H E M