Zimbits Sugar Daddy AU

A Wall Around Me

Chapter- 3 (ch 1-2 HERE)

Pairings: Zimbits/Patater


All but bouncing on his toes, Bitty stood outside of the café, unsure he was really going to walk in. He’d never considered anything like this before. The offer seemed too good to be true, and most of the Haus agreed with him on that one. Bob Zimmermann was a nice guy, a charitable guy, but there was no way he was going to offer something for nothing. It wouldn’t feel right, and frankly Bitty would never get that lucky.

The only real question was—whatever Bob wanted, was Bitty willing to give it?

He’d sat with Ransom and Holster earlier that morning and come up with a list of things he might be asked, and where he’d be willing to compromise, where his hard no’s sat, and where he’d consider saying yes.

Sex was off the table. Bitty was a virgin, and although he agreed with Shitty’s long lectures about virginity being a social construct mainly existing to reduce women down to their sex appeal, he didn’t want his first time to be with a man old enough to be his father—and then some—just to have his tuition paid.

He was also concerned with the public dating image. If Bob wanted it to look like he and Bitty were dating, Bitty knew his life would fall under a microscope and that was uncomfortable. He’d think about it, but…it didn’t seem feasible.

The only real problem was, Bitty didn’t know Bob, and even researching for hours online didn’t give him a lot of insight into the guy’s mind. Bob’s history was hockey, and his family. He loved his son more than life itself, had a parental relationship with Kent Parson as well, and was a doting husband.

So why all this? What could Bob possibly want?

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Common (Head?)canon: #BadBobKnewFirst

Reverse Headcanon: #BadBobKnewLast


Bob: Wait, you’re dating that Bitty boy?  Since when?

Jack: Since graduation. Remember when you told me to “say goodbye” to him  at the ceremony?

Bob: I thought we were talking about that cute tennis girl. I didn’t even know you liked boys!

Jack: Really?  Even when Kent and I were together?

Bob: You and Kent were together?! Alicia, did you know about this?

Alicia: Honey, ESPN knew about that.

Bob: Why didn’t you tell me????


omgcp + pokemon au

i have a document saved on my desktop titled “check please! pokemon teams” that’s pushing four pages long, so. please feel free to yell about this au with me so i can justify the ridiculous amount of time i’ve spent thinking about who would have which pokemon and why

(click for better quality!)

  • ok but kent parson has definitely been calling bob “dad bob” since he met jack
  • it started as a joke and he really only kept it up because it annoyed jack so much but then bob caught wind of it and thought it was HILARIOUS so it just became what parse called him
  • and like he loses touch with the zimmermanns after the draft but old habits die hard, ya know?
  • so several years down the line kent decides to come out. he’s secure in his position as captain, he’s won the cup twice, and kit purrson has a ridiculous number of followers on instagram. he’s totally ready. 
  • what he’s NOT ready for is bob zimmermann making a very kind (and viral) statement of support in the immediate aftermath. he knows it’s probably directed as much at jack as it is at him but still. they haven’t really spoken in years and kent was never much more to bob than “jack’s best friend” so it’s surprisingly touching
  • so then he’s answering reporters’ questions one day, maybe at a press conference or something, and someone asks him about bob’s statement bc ofc they’re gonna talk about bob zimmermann
  • and kent says something like, “oh, it was really nice to get that kind of support from dad bob-”
  • and kent’s not jack, he understands how the media and the internet work - he knows in that moment he’s fucked
  • it goes viral. because of course it does. dad bob becomes a meme. pictures of bob and baby jack surface with DAD BOB plastered on them like its grumpy cat or something. jack is mortified. bob thinks it’s hilarious. bitty retweets ALL OF THEM. 
  • and kent feels a little bad about it - dad bob was his thing, just between him and the zimmermanns - but everyone thinks it’s cute and it’s taken off some of the media pressure of coming out so kent rolls with it
  • he dodges questions about it and doesn’t retweet or repost any of the memes he’s seen. but one day kit purrson’s followers wake up to a new post:
  • and kent has posted the infamous picture of bob holding jack over the stanley cup side-by-side with a picture of kent holding kit over his toilet or smth making the same ridiculous face. 
  • the caption is simply “LEARNED FROM THE BEST #DADBOB”
  • (it goes viral. of course.)
  • jack just texts him a string of grumpy face emojis. bitty actually calls him, but is laughing too hard to say anything. bob links the post to his facebook.
the smh marching band au you’ve been waiting for

Eric Bittle—former captain of his high school’s color guard, vlogger extraordinaire, and amateur pâtissier—is starting his freshman year participating in the prestigious Samwell University Wellie Marching Band. It’s nothing like his small underfunded band in the South. For one? They have the money to buy proper equipment–the stuff that Bitty has only dreamed about.

  • Bitty is flipping his shit internally because he knows that college marching band is a whole ‘nother level than high school and it’s not just any college band it’s Samwell, possibly one of the best college marching bands in the states
  • and when he shows up at Samwell that summer for band camp he meets:
  • Jack, a phenomenal trumpet player of legend, not to mention the band’s drum major
    • the son of Bad Bob Zimmerman, the greatest trumpet player in the history of Drum Corps International (basically pro marching band)
  • Shitty, the half naked, obscene, and open minded center snare and drum line captain 
  • Ransom (who is one of too many tuba players) and Holster (who one of the few mellophone players) are the gung ho bro brass captains 
    • they have section headbands and everything, brass players are very enthusiastic 
  • Nursey and Dex, are the woodwind captains who never stop bickering
    • it literally drives everyone nuts
    • the band places bets on how long it will be until they start up another argument 
  • Nursey went to Juliard  as a kid and is a literal clarinet god and owns like seven custom clarinets from France and Dex hates him everyday for it because he’s still beautifully *honking* away at his old middle school saxophone
    • which is not saying much because Dex is the best sax player Nursey’s ever met, and he studied at Julliard  for Christ’s sake. imagine what would happen if he ditched his old Yamaha??!? the world would bow to his feet
  • Lardo, the piccolo player and other drum major who keeps the whole band more organized and in control than Hall and Murray combined
  • and Chowder the sweet innocent flute player who has a vibrato strong enough to make even the manliest men cry

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Ask the Blogger : omgcp style
  • Jack: What do you want to be when you grow up?
  • Bitty: Whats your favourite food?
  • Shitty: What is your sexual orientation
  • Lardo: What are your preferred pronouns?
  • Ransom: Team Attic or Team Roaches?
  • Holster: How tall are you?
  • Chowder: What type of person are you?
  • Nursey: Whats your most embarassing memory?
  • Dex: When was the last time you got lost?
  • Tango: What question should one actually ask you?
  • Whiskey: Whats your stand on the lax bros?
  • Kent: What kind of trash are you/ Whats your eyecolour?
  • Tater: Would you fight kent?
  • Bad Bob: How proud are you of Jack?
  • Alicia: Who is your favourite omgcp character?
  • Georgia: Can we ask you for selfies?
  • Johnson: If you could ask ngozi one thing...what would it be?

So, I wrote this almost a year ago, but everyone and their goat knows that I am slow with posting things and hoard fics like they’re going out of style.

Anyways, enjoy.


It starts as an unimportant event, in the grand scheme of things. Bob gets Alicia one of those new digital cameras for her birthday, since they are all the rage and Jack’s interest is piqued.

Alicia doesn’t mind showing him how it works. The camera can store many pictures and they can delete the ones they don’t want to print.

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So I can't believe this hasn't been considered

So Jack has anxiety with a capital A, right? And in most fics where he does hockey, you usually read something like this “once he hits the ice, it all goes away” or something like that.

And yeah I get that. But like, I raise you swimmer!Jack. Swimmer Jack who is all anxious and tense until he dives into the pool, where all the noise is reduced to nothing, where all you are is yourself, cutting across the water, silent and deep and you hear MAYBE the muffled sounds of other people kicking but all you feel is peace.

Like imagine as a child Jack who loved watching his dad just cut across the water, wanting to be exactly like him. Jack who, when he first hit the water, fell instantly in love and wanted to swim deeper and deeper, where you could scream whatever you want underwater and you couldn’t be heard, a funny game of telephone. Where he could be King of Atlantis or a human who discovered mermaids and mermen. Who tested his ears and exhaled through his nose trying to do a handstand at the bottom of the pool.

Imagine a teenage Jack, feeling all the pressure in the world, realizing his every step was analyzed, that he’d never be like his father, the great Bad Bob who had countless gold medals in the Olympics (because what’s bigger than the Olympics in swimming honestly), and all he wanted to do was swim. He wanted that peace in the water again, and though he got it, he also got the warbling swimming coaches in his ears telling him about his stroke, his kicks, his glide, etc.

Imagine a teenage Jack Zimmerman who is held at arms length away from his peers, who runs to the pool at 5 AM to do 200 meter sprints and kicks, who pushes himself to the max, who hides behind kickboards and fins, who is one of the best on his team, who flip turns five seconds before his peers reach the wall, who is thought to be full of himself… imagine lonely Swimmer Jack who screams at the bottom of swimming pools not to play but instead to let it out but not be heard. He must be better. He must. He must continue the legacy in any way he can.

Imagine lonely Swimmer Jack Zimmerman as he finds a boy equal to his skill, a blonde named Kent Parson who is his companion at these meets, who loves to freestyle and can keep pace with Zimmerman, and hangs out with him after practice, who loves Jack more than anything, who he wants to fuck in the locker room.

They fuck in the locker room.

Their chemistry is electric in relays, they are always ready for one another, their pace equal to only each other. They’re always one right after the other, always together always improving.

They are stars.

They love each other, but they’re young and that love is hot and destructive. Where Jack runs away from the excess stimuli, Kent is the one that runs toward. He invites Jack to parties, they love each other and go, they fuck, and then they spend quite time (for Jack) in the room, holding unto the person they feel they can genuinely hold a future with.

But this is a fantasy. Jack’s anxiety doesn’t die, and Kent doesn’t know the first thing about anxiety. Kent tries to be supportive but Jack doesn’t have the tools to truly understand this anxiety and it causes tension. Kent can’t understand why Jack sometimes is the way he is, and Jack is mostly frustrated with himself that he can’t communicate what he feels and why with Kent. He barely understands himself.

So he starts taking pills. The pills help, but nothing is the quiet of the water. They help for a bit, but it’s almost time for Olympic tryouts.

The more the commentators spend on him, the more pills he takes.

He swims.

He takes.

He fucks Kent.

Even the water stops being safe for a time because it’s filled with his own screams of agony. Can’t let them see how much they get to you. Can’t let them see.

Everything is fine, but it’s not.

Kent understands there’s something off but honestly it LOOKS LIKE Jack is doing better.

They love.

They fuck.

They swim.

The selection process is coming.

More pills.

They try out.

They pass. First round done.

They go out to celebrate but while Kent is happy, Jack is drowning. Kent doesn’t know what to look for.

They go to the second round.

They pass.

More pills.

Success, but not really.

Until it all becomes too much and Jack dries himself off of the pool and overdoses on too many pills in his family’s lockeroom the day before the third round of tryouts.

Kent goes to the Olympic team while Jack goes to rehab.

Bitty is a former synchronized swimmer.

Jack goes to Samwell Men’s swim team to get back in Olympic graces

Tbh that’s all I got for rn

omg Cap and I were talking on twitter about trans kent

and Cap @tictacbergerac just wrote about KP in the most spectacular and beautiful light I have to share 

  • kent who has the oldest fucking rattiest binder int he world
  • ok it’s a piece of Fucking garbage but it’s like? almost a comfort object for him at this point?
  • but he doesnt evn Need it anymore bc he had top surgery the summer after he won the Stanley Cup 

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Smallhythe Place, Kent by Bob Radlinski
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okay listen, bad bob calling kent ‘son’ is like…the only important thing in my life. the parents zimmermann still texting kent all the time. when ent scores his first nhl goal, bob calls him and says, “i’m really proud of you kiddo, i wish we could’ve been there” and kent saying, “me too,” in response. bob presenting kent with the calder when he wins. kent having his first cup day in montreal with the zimmermanns and his mom and sister. jack still sending kent the super lame christmas gifts they used to always exchange when they were young, stupid american eagle gift cards and really ugly home made cards, that bob and alicia still both sign. bob inviting kent to do a charity golf event with him and gretzky and mario lemieux like it’s nothing. it gets filmed and bob calls kent ‘son’ on camera. bob being the father figure that kent never had!!! i’m seriously fucked up and it’s all softbrah‘s fault