fic: you and your (perfect) girls
you and your perfect girls
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Jack/Bitty, Jack/Kent
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every child, a wanted child
a/n: so many years ago @camilliar was like "here's some money, I don't care what you write" (I was raising money for a thing) and I was like "cool!" and then struggled to write a single fucking thing for many years. and then I kept going on hikes, and this story kept coming up and eventually I stopped fighting it. it's an unfinished, unbeta'd WIP that I'm trying to let come, instead of gritting my teeth about it, and unfortunately, I already love it. so y'know, thrilled if you read it, understand if you don't.
p.s. i'm trying to balance adding relevant tags with my hatred of tropes-first summaries, but I'm down to chat if someone's a bit squeamish about where things are headed but wanna keep reading.
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Chapters: 9/9
Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Larissa "Lardo" Duan/Shitty Knight
Characters: Eric Bittle, Jack Zimmermann, Shitty Knight, Larissa "Lardo" Duan, Georgia Martin, multiple OCs, Alicia Zimmermann, Bob Zimmermann, Coach Bittle, Suzanne Bittle
Additional Tags: Accidental Baby Acquisition, How much is too much?, More tags later
Series: Part 6 of Actually, I Do Make the Rules
Summary:
Directly following Broken Rules, our heroes come to grips with a new reality and start to figure out what their lives are going to look like moving forward.
PLEASE read the rest of the series first.
Series is COMPLETE and POSTED.
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happy 200 followers!! 🎉
you said any accessory or hat… can I ask for cowboy zimbits? 🤠 please please pleaseeeeeeee?
🫶🏻,
@ohyoufool
Thank you!!! Cowboy zimbits is something I did not know I needed in my life, but boy am I happy it exists
(my inbox is still open for anyone who hasn’t requested yet, so ask away for my 200 follower celebration!)
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you’re sixteen-years-old, moseying through your local bookstore when you come across it.
you’re not usually into nonfiction, especially not memoirs, but the man on the cover is familiar. laughing over his shoulder with his eyes closed, relaxed in a turquoise button-up and jeans, standing with his back to the camera at a counter cluttered with leafy vegetables and mixing bowls.
from seeds to supper, the title reads, and his name is eric bittle-zimmermann.
you deliberate for a bit, picking it up and reading the blurb, the reviews printed on the back sleeve, the first page. the very first words of the book are hey, y’all! and your friend walks over at that point, and they see him and say—“oh, i used to watch some of his videos.”
so you buy it, because your friend said you should, and later that night you’re already deep into the stories of peach cobbler recipes and learning how to differentiate between living and surviving when they send you the link to the guy’s old youtube channel. it hasn’t been active for a few years, but that doesn’t matter because oh my god are there so many videos. years of videos, almost a decade’s worth, starting all the way back in the early 2010s and you get sucked into them all, laughing at the funny ones and tearing up at the emotional ones, watching as the guy slowly grows up from high school to college and beyond.
you switch between reading the memoir and watching the videos over the next few weeks. you see his video on introducing his boyfriend and you read the chapter on maple-crusted apple pie and how learning to love is a lot like learning to lattice a pie, slow and patient and sometimes messy.
you see his cooking challenge video featuring all of his friends from college and you read the chapter on homemade bagel bites and how family doesn’t have to be a four-course meal you’ve had reservations for all your life. sometimes, family is just frozen bagel bites and sriracha sauce crowded around an uneven table.
you see his two-part wedding vlog posted in 2019, nearly 10 years ago, and you read his chapter on red velvet cake and how the brain can get confused, something to do with all the nerve endings getting tangled up, because when love reaches the same heights fear does, you end up fainting into your then-boyfriend’s arms.
then, you see his final video on the channel, a farewell to his subscribers and a glimpse as to what’s next. it’s short and simple, just his husband and him sitting on a couch together, a toddler between them. and you read the last chapter of the book on chicken tenders and how a seed in the garden never knows it’ll grow into a supper worth loving. it just knows it’ll grow into something, and that the growing takes time.
(a few years later, when you’re twenty and in college, you’re downtown with some friends and come across it. you still aren’t into nonfiction that much, but that one memoir always stuck with you, sitting on your shelf back in your dorm. and this one, with the guy’s back to the camera, tall and steadfast, standing in the middle of an ice rink, an emboldened number one across the back of his jersey. the name is familiar.
melting ice, the title reads, and his name is jack bittle-zimmermann.
you pick it up.)
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my favorite headcanon: the only season in jack's whole entire career where he isn't 110% focused on getting to and winning the cup is the one leading up to their wedding. bitty and he did plan around the playoffs, and are getting married later in the summer, but still - for the first time ever, some part of jack thinks it won't be so bad if the falcs get eliminated and he has more time to participate in the wedding preparations with bitty.
so of course, that is exactly the season the falcs win the cup again. bitty can't decide if he's more proud/overjoyed or angry about it.
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What I feel like because Check Please began 11 years ago and ended 4 years ago as of this year.
And I still can't LET GO
I'm gonna be here forever guys if Check Please has one fan, that fan is me. If it has no fans... you know what that means lmao
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