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Inspired by this post, a small fic on Bad Bob just trying to be the best dad he can be. Could also be seen as a companion to my fic Coach. Also on AO3…  

Bob had grown up in locker rooms. The majority of his life was spent surrounded by the sweaty stink of post-game adrenaline, the raucous laughter, the camaraderie. And he loved it… for the most part.

There was the part of it, however, he didn’t like, didn’t particularly care to join in on. Prejudice of any kind had no place in Bob Zimmermann’s heart. When a distasteful joke was made, he retreated into himself. Excused himself to go shower or meet his parents – and later, Alicia.

Alicia was quite vocal many times saying, “If you had been a stereotypical jock I would never have given you the time of day.”

Bob nodded, and didn’t think he was being or not being anything in particular. He just preferred to judge people by their actions and their heart – and nothing else.

Alicia loved his gentle nature, which was a stark contrast to the person he was on the ice. While he was Bad Bob Zimmermann on the ice, off the ice Bob opened doors for little old ladies, he stopped to pet random dogs on the street, he called his parents every Sunday, made corny jokes, and enjoyed cooking for the people he loved.

When Jack came along one hot August morning, Bob held his newborn son as tears flowed freely down his face.

“He’s perfect, Alicia,” Bob murmured as he pressed a kiss onto the baby’s head.

Alicia hummed and closed her eyes, full of exhaustion and bliss.

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anonymous asked:

pls i want to hear all bob-kent family headcanons

Didn’t anyone tell you to be careful what you wish for?  Okay, fine, but you asked for it.  Where do I start?

  • Kent and Bob officially first met at some team picnic thing that the Zimmermanns do every year for Jack’s team before the season starts
    • Kent totally played it cool by calling Bob “Mr. Zimm’s Dad”
    • “Son, I’ll have you know that I was Zimms before Jack was Zimms.”
    • Kent just calls him Mr. Z
  • By some twist of fate, the Zimmermanns ended up being Kent’s billet family
    • He would basically pick up all of Bob’s bad habits
      • Walking around the house in his boxers
      • Eating dry cereal from the box
      • Feet on the coffee table
    • Kent laughs at Bob’s jokes, which is a terrible development for Alicia and Jack.
  • Bob taught Kent a few basic cooking tips, like how to hold a knife and how to properly chop an onion
    • Bob tried to teach Kent how to juggle knives, but Alicia put a stop to that pretty quickly
    • Kent still can’t cook, but he as least knows how to add pork, carrots, and celery to some top ramen to give it some “pizzazz”.
    • (That’s Bob’s word.  He keeps trying to make it stick, but it’s just embarrassing for everyone, especially when he does the jazz hands)
  • Kent’s favorite food is Bob’s Lasagna
    • Seriously, he would sell his Stanley Cup Ring for a tray of that shit
    • Bob also makes the best sugar pie on the planet and this is ABSOLUTELY NOT UP FOR DEBATE
  • Bob was the first person Kent came out to.
    • He did it at the end of the season, the day before he was headed back to New York. He figured if things didn’t work out, he could just not come back.
    • Kent seriously thought about quitting because hockey wasn’t for “people like him”.
    • Bob squashed that idea pretty damn fast and gave Kent the biggest, warmest hug he’s ever known. 
    • Kent cried like a baby
    • “So, is there someone on the team you like?” *nudge nudge*
    • Kent wouldn’t know the answer to that for another year.
  • Bad Bob did NOT teach Kent how to drive.  There are a couple of important reasons for this:
    • Bob cannot drive.  Yes, the government gave him a license, but you do not want this man behind the wheel of a 1-ton vehicle.
    • Besides, he was too busy teaching Jack.
    • Alicia teaches Kent how to drive, and this is why Kent can shift gears like he’s 2 Fast 2 Furious.
  • Kent accidentally calls him “Dad” exactly once.
  • The last thing Kent heard from Bob was a voicemail saying, “This is not your fault.”
    • Kent still has this saved on his phone
  • Kent’s watch isn’t new. Bob sent it to him as a gift after the 2009 draft.
    • Engraved on the back, it says: Your Team is Your Family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten
    • (Jack has a matching watch, but he… didn’t keep it)

mrsklemzak  asked:

More tidbits pls? Gonna put your blog on notify. :D

haha sure! i mean, i’m just recalling snippets of things she said while she was sketching but

  • coach’s first name is richard and that is indeed why bitty’s middle name is richard
  • jack is loosely based off of sidney crosby in that ngozi wanted to see what it would be like if she ruined his life (sort of, see previous post)
  • bad bob is supposed to be wayne gretzky, basically
  • pretty much everyone on the team comes from some sort of privilege because let’s face it hockey is an expensive sport. even the bittles are distinctly not-poor because coach is a football coach in the south and that is a thing
  • ransom’s parents are super educated; i think at least his mother is a scientist
  • lardo is a first generation american; chowder is not. his parents met at samwell
  • shitty’s parents met at andover and immediately fell in love; shitty’s childhood was a push-pull of her, very liberal, wanting to make sure he grew up aware of his privilege and him, rich legacy, wanting shitty to uphold that legacy
  • zimmermann is spelled with two ‘n’s to make him distinct from george zimmerman
  • bitty was originally supposed to be a prep school kid from connecticut (laughing so hard because i am in fact from connecticut)
  • bitty grew less intense and jack grew more intense during the conception phase
  • there was a fascinating discussion about jack and kent’s names and nicknames: they each sort of have three tiers from casual to intimate (zimmermann - jack - zimms and kent - parse - kenny, i believe). when they usually talk they are in the middle at jack & parse. when they are pissed at each other it’s zimmermann & kent. when they are having more intimate conversation it’s zimms & kenny
  • from last livestream: bitty would be something like a jigglypuff if he were a pokemon. if he were a trainer he would totally have like a level 70 charmander he wouldn’t make evolve. jack would have something like a growlithe and also a gyarados and would probably legitimately think gyarados was cute. he’d think it was weird bitty didn’t have a charizard by now and his team would be mostly intimidating pokemon. (i may or may not have spent like 3 solid hours trying to make jack and bitty’s perfect teams from the original 150 because who has time for anything else now really)
  • parse is a slytherin
  • jack is not that good at photography and probably knows it, but he doesn’t care
  • bad bob’s friends actually call him ‘bobby’
  • holster and ransom have a fuck-ton of sisters between them lol
  • jack has a hard time letting anyone in and that includes shitty (i.e. there are things about him even shitty does not know)

but probably the best and most important piece of information is that, in the spirit of stanford’s tree, samwell’s mascot is a fucking dancing well. like the kind you draw water from. idk how canon ngozi actually intended that to be, but the sketch she drew was PRICELESS (and she said it’d go up somewhere)

anonymous asked:

I know we hate each other but it's Christmas eve and your flight was cancelled pls come inside

Bitty stares at the tweet on his phone. Kent is here. In Montréal…alone on Christmas Eve. Under any other circumstance, Bitty could’ve turned a blind eye because what Kent Parson does is none of his business. He’s a grown man and he can take care of himself.

But no one should be alone on Christmas Eve.

Goddammit.

He knows Bob and Alicia will be fine with this, and they do have more food than it’s possible to eat. They’re comfortable with Kent. That leaves his dear and lovely boyfriend to be convinced.

“Are you watching a cat die?”

Bitty jolts. “Good lord!” Speaking of the dev—wait, “What?”

Jack chuckles, running a towel through his wet hair. Unfortunately for Bitty, he’s already all dressed in dark jeans and a sweater. How dare Jack be so decent on Christmas Eve in his parents’ house!

“You look sad, babe,” Jack leans in for a kiss and smiles when Bitty winds his arms around his neck. One sweeping move and Jack is holding Bitty up against him, swallowing Bitty’s squeal with his wicked, wicked tongue.

“You’re in a good mood,” Bitty manages out, breathless.

“I’m spending another Christmas with you, what’s not to love?”

Sap,” Bitty chirps while internally groaning. It isn’t that Jack and Kent hate each other. No, not at all these past few years. Their relationship has been on the mend. It’s just not— “Kent’s in Montréal,” Bitty blurts out.

Jack stills. Fuck. “Now?”

“Yeah.”

Jack moves to sit on the bed, Bitty in his lap, studiously following the dips of the curtains by the window.

Jack sighs. “You want to invite him here.” A statement, not a question. As if it’s obvious. Bitty never thought he’d find someone who knows him like this.

Bitty smiles, looking at Jack and falling in love again because he knows Jack too. He knows Jack’s gonna say yes. Because Jack is kind, strong, brave and loving. Yet, Bitty says, “No one should spend Christmas alone.”

“No.” Jack steals another kiss. “Have you talked to Maman and Papa yet?”

Bitty leans into the crook in Jack’s neck. “No. I don’t think they’d mind though.”

Jack snorts. “Probably not.”


Alicia is nervous. The realization hits swiftly and Bitty finds himself more nervous than before.

“Eric, may I talk to you for a moment?” She still manages a bright smile on her immaculate face.

“C'est quoi ça?” Jack looks up from his phone.

“Camme toé. Just a moment,” she replies.

“Oh. Before that, um…” Jack brows furrow together lightly and Bitty’s fingers itch to smoothen it out like he’s done a thousand times before. “Kent’s in town. The airport is shut down because of the storm and Bitty and I were thinking we should invite him over. Is that, uh, okay?”

Alicia and Bob exchange looks before Alicia sags and Bob grins.

“That’s wonderful, honey.” Alicia moves to rest her head on Jack’s shoulder. “That’s actually what I was gonna talk to Bitty about.”

Bitty exhales slowly.

Jack grins at Bitty. “You know how Bitty is with twitter.”

“Oh, yes, we do,” Bob chimes in, throwing an arm around Bitty and handing him a glass of eggnog.

“We could have Suzanne and Richard pick him up. Didn’t they say they’d be done by now?”

Alicia straightens with a hop. “I’ll call Suzanne right now.”

“And I’ll call Kent,” Jack volunteers.


“You’re being weird.” Bitty hands Kent a cup of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows and whipped cream and sits beside him on the bench. It’s freezing. What the fuck, Kent.

Kent sneers, then sighs. “I know, Bits.”

“You’re gonna tell me why?”

Kent licks at the whipped cream in his cup, bidding time. “I…” He exhales and grits his teeth. A familiar yet recently rare scowl appears on Kent’s face and Bitty sits up, turning slightly to look at Kent fully.

“Kent, are you okay? What is it?”

Kent blows out a huge breath and it billows around him like smoke. “How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

Kent doesn’t reply.

Bitty shifts closer. “Do what, Kent?”

“Let yourself love someone.”

Bitty freezes. Puzzle pieces slide into place and Bitty leans back. When he can’t think of a good answer, “why would you not?”

“Because they always leave. And I’m not—” Kent clears his throat. “I’m not accusing Jack or blaming him. I know he had his reasons and I respect those. It’s just…” Kent gives a helpless little shrug.

“He still left,” Bitty finishes.

Kent droops, his head hanging between his knees. Bitty moves to rest his head on his shoulder and asks, “Was it worth it? Loving Jack? Do you regret it?”

“No.”

“Then that’s it. Yes, they might leave you or you might leave them, but that’s true for everyone. So the best you can do it find someone who’s worth it.”

The whipped cream in Kent’s cup melts to mush and finally, Kent smiles. “You should have your own show, Bits.”

“Nah, I’m perfectly happy caring for my friends. In fact, I’m even happier when my friends tell me who we’re talking about loving.”

Kent’s smile widens into a grin and he winks at Bitty. “It was a hypothetical question, Bits.”

Bitty sticks his tongue out like a mature adult. “You’re stuck here for a days, Mr. Parson. I’ll get it out of you. Just watch.” Bitty grabs his own hot chocolate and heads to the patio door.

“Wait…I—” Bitty swivels at Kent’s words. “If I tell you, do you promise not to tell Jack?”

“Why not?”

Kent rolls his eyes. “He’ll make it weird.”

Bitty raises his eyebrows. “It’s someone he knows?”

“He actually introduced us.” Kent’s finger trails the rim of his cup and holy shit, is he blushing?? Warmth threatens to choke Bitty as he hurries back to his seat.

“I won’t tell him. I promise.”

Kent pulls his cup closer to him. “It’s, uh…Alexei. Mashkov,” he adds as if Bitty didn’t know who Alexei is.

“Jack’s Captain Alexei Mashkov?” Bitty repeats.

“Yep.”

“Holy shit.” Bitty laughs. “Yeah, okay, Jack would be so weird.”

Kent lifts his eyebrow in agreement.

It takes a bit for Bitty to take it all in and he does it with a smile because Tater is possibly the sweetest, huggiest, happiest person Bitty knows and Kent totally deserves someone like that.

“Okay, so, like, has he told you?” Bitty blurts out, officially settling into gossip mode.

“He told me what?”

“That he loves you!”

“Oh, um…no.”

“But you love him.”

“No!”

Bitty stares Kent down unimpressed. “So you just made me sit here in the freezing cold and watch you waste that perfection of a hot chocolate for nothing?”

“Yes.”

“Kennnnnttttt.”

Note: Bitty is not above whining when it comes to his friends’ happiness.

“Look, I haven’t…I haven’t…processed it yet, okay? I mean, I just.” Kent growls out of a sigh. “I was gonna go spend Christmas with him and relax because it’s chill and that’s what we are, we’re chill and then, the flights got cancelled and…I don’t know. I just felt upset! And I haven’t left that upset since…a long time and I—I just thought it meant…you know.” Kent gestures randomly as if his confession of love is an object on the table before them.

“So are yo—wait, are you two even dating?”

Kent shrugs.

Good lord.

“But you wanna be.”

“Kinda. Yeah.”

“Then ask him out.” Even though you love him already.

“I don’t know. We have a good thing going right now.”

“Of not talking? Because that’s not a proper relationship and we both know it.”

Kent sighs. “I know. It’s just…scary.”

“Good,” Bitty presses. “That means you care.”

Kent smiles and he gets that tender look in his eyes again. “I do.”

“So do it!”

Kent stares at him in shock. “Right now?”

No, but… “Yes! Do it right now. Call him.”

“What if—”

“Nope. You two were gonna spend Christmas together. That doesn’t happen unless he really likes you. So call him. Right now.”

“Um…” Kent flushes. “O-okay.” He sits back to get his phone from his pocket and looks at Bitty with a helpless look.

Bitty does not smile. Nope. “I’m gonna go inside and wait by the kitchen counter and you are going to call Alexei and talk to him. Cool?”

“Hmhhhm.” Kent takes a deep breath.

Bitty may or may not swoon a little bit. Oh, young love…


To Alyosha:

can i call u

Kent’s phone vibrates and he almost drops it in the process of picking it up.

“Is something wrong?” Alexei’s warm, deep voice is a little higher than usual and Kent melts at his worry.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just…I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh. Are Zimmbonis boring, huh?”

Kent smiles at Alexei’s teasing and the fact that he calls Zimms ‘Zimmboni.’ Hilarious. “Nah, they’re good.” I just wanted to hear your voice and tell you I love you. “What are you up to?”

“Snowy’s here. He hear about the storm and came to keep company. We’re watching that stupid…ahhh, what you call, ah, opera?”

“Opera?” Kent raises his eyebrows. “Like singing opera or the talk show Oprah?”

“No. No. The very, very long TV show opera.”

Oh my god. “Soap opera? You’re watching soap operas with Snowy?” Kent bites his lip as he snickers.

“Yes, that. Don’t laugh. Is pretty good.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“We also have Chinese. With the little cookie. Oh, let me tell you something, yeah.” Alexei’s voice lowers and Kent finds himself leaning forward as if Alexei is in front of him. If only… “My cookie said there is great happiness in my future.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. Is why I’m glad you called.”

“Why?”

“Because now I’m greatly happy.”

Alexei says it so simply, casually like Kent’s heart doesn’t feel like it’s about to burst. “I—um, I’m glad to hear that.” Ask him. Say it. Ask him. “Hey, Alexei?”

“Yes, Kenny?”

“This storm…it’ll pass over soon and we still have a few days before…um, any games and the airline promised to reschedule our, uh, tickets and, um, I—I was wondering if you know, if you’d possibly, you know, like,”

“Kenny,” Alexei interrupts gently. “Breathe.”

Oh.

“Youwannagoonadatewithme?”

“What was that?”

Fuck you, man. “Do you…want to go…on a date? With me.”

Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.

“Kenny.” Alexei sighs.

“What?”

“What you think we have done all time? I take you to little restaurant by ocean. You come over for pizza. We go to the carnival. Disney! Together.”

What. “But I—we, I thought we were hanging out!”

Alexei sighs exasperatedly. “Kenny, we kiss.”

Yeah, we had sex too. But…” Oh my god, they’ve dating, haven’t they? For months…

“But what, Kenny?” Alexei’s voice has that lilt again. The one he gets when he’s teasing.

Kent huffs. “But nothing. I can’t believe you sneak-dated me.”

Alexei laughs and Kent pushes down the butterflies fluttering in his ribcage for slight annoyance. “From what I remember, you were there too. For everything.” Kent can almost see him waggling his eyebrows like an idiot. But he’s not the idiot, is he? Kent is. “You even enjoyed it a lot.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Kent says because he doesn’t have anything to say. Well, no… “Fine, okay. We’ve been dating the whole thing, but we’re still going out when I get to Providence.”

“Okay. No problem.”

“Okay. I…I should go before someone comes looking.”

“Okay.”

“Bye.” I love you.

“Bye bye, Kenny.”

Kent ends the call and stares at himself on the glass before him.

He’s been dating someone. Alexei. For months. He basically has a boyfriend. Him.

Kent Parson.

Holy fuck.



ITH Holiday Special 2016 posts

this holiday season, i’m eternally grateful that alicia and bob knew about kent, because that means they’ve been in jack’s corner in every way since then

i’m eternally grateful they told jack explicitly, or at least acted effusive enough, that he truly thinks they “love the idea that [they’re] together”

i’m eternally grateful that jack is now 100% himself with his parents, can love bitty out in the open within most of their circle, and is thinking about coming out to all the people who he thinks should know

he’s in the nhl, he’s got an a, he’s in love, and he’s out to most of the people who matter to him. what a year for jack zimmermann! bless us every one

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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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PB&J headcanons because I love those dweebs

  • One year for hallowe’en Bitty sat on Kent’s shoulders under a really long coat because they decided to dress as a tall person just so they could chirp Jack for once
  • Jack is getting increasingly more nervous about Kent’s demon cat. He checks under sofas before he sits down because he doesn’t want his ankles scratched that much again
  • Kent says swawesome. It’s how the Falcs worked out that he and Jack were together, but they all thought they were the only one to know so they respectfully kept it quiet
  • Bitty sometimes ends up on those “hockey wives” type things that I keep hearing about from y’all and am still not convinced are real
    • Oh man I bet there’s some Falcs/Aces rivalry at some point and Bitty’s in the middle like “I just hope everyone has fun and no one fights”
    • Sometimes Kent shows up because “I’ve got a famous hockey boyfriend too”. He’s great on reality TV
  • When Kent is watching tape, Jack will do everything in his power (up to and including neck kisses) to distract him. Until he finally gives in and decides making out is a better plan, at which point Jack will look at the TV and go “actually this was a really good game” and completely ignore Kent
  • Kent and Bitty have a competition on twitter where they try to take and post the most photos of Jack while Jack is taking a photo of something hipstery
  • Bad Bob pretends to be the disapproving future father-in-law type about Kent because he thinks its funny
    • But only Kent
    • “Mr Zimmermann, what do you think about your son dating two men?” “Well, I’m glad he’s happy. Y’know, Eric is so good for him and they’re going to be so happy together it’s wonderful. And Kent’s alright too I guess.”
    • Jack makes Bob give Kent a special “sorry I pretended to hate you for a joke” cake and absolutely refuses to let him put the word “pretended” in scare quotes
  • All of Kent’s pet names for Bitty are foods. “Cupcake”, “shortbread”, “apple pie”. Sometimes he calls Jack “maple syrup”
  • Sometimes they go on road trips between Providence and Vegas, but they have to avoid the entire midwest because Kent is scared of tornadoes
    • Jack’s like “fine, then we have to avoid the south because I’m scared of republicans.”
    • And Bitty says, “If we’re ruling out states, I’m not going anywhere where we’ll see nothing but corn for more than five hours at once”
    • They have to cross into Canada to make it work
  • Kent and Bitty throw the best forth of july party every year, partly because it’s Kent’s birthday, partly to annoy Jack
  • French. Bitty is competing with Kent to get better at it. Kent actually sucks at french but he is great at fake french and Bits can’t tell the difference it’s actually hilarious
  • No one knows which baseball caps belong to who anymore, they just grab the nearest one and put it on
    • They’re everywhere in their houses
    • Sometimes Jack and Kent end up accidentally wearing merch from the wrong hockey team
  • Kent is a little intimidated that both his boyfriends went to college
  • Joking arguments about the weather. “It’s only because you’re from Georgia” “Nuh uh. Canada is just too cold. Kenny, tell him.” “It’s too cold. Should be illegal” “You live IN A DESERT”
  • If asked, Bitty says he’s only dating two hockey players to double his chances of getting to take a selfie with the Stanley Cup. Or he’s hedging his bets in case one of them loses too many teeth. Sometimes he says he’s just doing it to annoy his grandparents. He’s got a lot of bullshit reasons it’s become a running joke in the media
  • “Don’t you want to live in the same city as your boyfriend?” says the Falcs or Aces GM, every time Kent or Jack are close to free agency. They’re desperate to get the two on the same team again so they can win lots of games and make the third guy on their line feel awkward
  • Bitty beats them all at air hockey
sad kent parson time kiddies

tw: abuse, happy ending though dw


- kent can’t figure out how new friends and new hockey fixed up jack after The Incident 
- because new friends and new hockey didn’t help him
- jack can’t figure out why kent seems to still be struggling
- they bonded over being closeted and having, at the time, what they called shit fathers
- jack always talked about the pressure from bad bob
- kent never talked about why he didn’t like his own dad
- his dad abused him
- mainly rib and thigh punches
- places where they could be mistaken for hockey
- thats why kent liked hockey so much to begin with
- it helped him hide
- and, to him, it felt like it made him stronger
- nothing about his dad really ever surfaces now
- he plays hockey more for the joy it gives him and because he is good
- he doesn’t really understand that the second he is off the ice the feeling he is feeling is depression and anxiety and a little bit of ptsd 
- anyways, so as far as kent is concerned, he’s doing fine
- then they play the falconers 
- kent doesn’t want to be, but he is jealous of jack
- he thinks its more because of the bittle kid
- it doesn’t occur to him that he’s jealous because jack is happy
- so he’s already on edge all game
- then there’s a fight
- and suddenly a booming voice is calling him a rat
- and he’s flashed back to his dad breaking three of his ribs, calling him a useless rat
- and kent can’t breath
- he stays on the ice
- the falconers win
- the aces can tell something is up with their captain
- they think he’s just annoyed about the loss


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Valentine’s Day Fic-a-thon!

In the spirit of @omgericzimmermann‘s Halloween fic-a-thon, I’ve put together the omg Check Please 14 Days of Love! 

To participate, first, the prompts:

  1. Feb 1st - Fooiinne (sin bin funds for romantic, cute stuff in front of the team)
  2. Feb 2nd - Rarepair Day (e.g. jack/shitty, bob/alicia, bitty/holster, kent/swoops, snowy/trainer, tango/whiskey, thirdy/carrie, lardo/camilla etc.)  
  3. Feb 3rd - Unintentional Confessions
  4. Feb 4th - Love Spells (gone wrong, gone right, gone too right, nothing happens, etc)
  5. Feb 5th - Soulmates (AU, dont believe in them, knowing who someone’s soulmate is + deciding whether to tell them or not, rejecting bonds, platonic bonds, etc)
  6. Feb 6th - Ruined Surprises
  7. Feb 7th - Friend/Team Love (friend dates, ace/aro, team outings/parties, etc)
  8. Feb 8th - Single and Bitter is better together (anti-valentine’s day, single awareness day, 
  9. Feb 9th - Aces/Falcs TV (or interviews)
  10. Feb 10th - Decoration Madness (too many balloons, glitter oh god not the glitter!, streamers everywhere, everything is red pink and heart-shaped, etc)
  11. Feb 11th - Social Media (shenanigans, mishaps, accidents, chirps, announcements, etc)
  12. Feb 12th - Ladies’ Day (e.g. the haus ghosts, lardo, camilla, march, april, georgia, alicia, suzanne, etc)
  13. Feb 13th - Bromance
  14. Feb 14th - Free for all! (anything you want as long as it’s valentine’s/love themed. drinking away the pain of a breakup? anniversary? engagement? someone finding out about a secret relationship? realizing you’ve been in a relationship when you thought you were just fwb? aro/ace people just watching everyone else freak out about being single? you do you! be creative, be cliche!)

Second, write the thing! (or draw or make a playlist or whatever your creative heart desires) There are no rules for writing besides doing the prompt for the specific day and relating it to Valentine’s Day/love (this can be romantic, sexual, platonic, familial love or even the ending of love, not having love, etc). You don’t have to do everyday. You could only do one day! Whatever you want.

Third, post the thing! On the prompts day, post it either here on tumblr or on the AO3 collection. Please tag it with omgcp 14 Days of Love and, on tumblr, tag me, @softkent in it (you can @ or tag, which ever).

The only real rule I have for this is no hate. I’m aware of all the discourse around certain characters and ships and things. If you don’t like it, just leave it be. 

Have any questions, feel free to send me an ask or message! Please reblog this to get the word around and go sign up for the collection if you’re planning on posting there. <3

Common (Head?)canon: #BadBobKnewFirst

Reverse Headcanon: #BadBobKnewLast

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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????

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?
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sports car week … low riders

scenes for the 1981 24 Heures du Mans

from top to bottom;

Jules Porsche 936/81, Jochen Mass, Vern Schuppan & Hurley Haywood (12th overall - 2nd in class, S+2.0)
OTIS Rondeau-Ford M379C, François Migault & Gordon Spice (3th overall)
l'Autombile Rondeau-Ford M379C, Jacky Haran, Jean-Louis Schlesser & Philippe Streiff (2nd overall - 1st in class, GTP)
Unipart Lola-Ford T600, Emilio de Villota, Guy Edwards & Juan Fernandez (15th overall - 3rd in class, S+2.0)
BP Cooke-Woods Racing Porsche 935K3/80, Anny-Charlotte Verney, Ralph Kent-Cooke & Bob Garretson (6th overall - 2nd in class, IMSA GTX)
Coca-Cola Bob Akin Motor Racing Porsche 935L3/80, Paul Miller, Craig Siebert & Bob Akin (DNF)
Sekurit Vegla Racing Team Porsche 935J, Dieter Schornstein, Harald Grohs & Götz von Tschirnhaus (10th overall - 3rd in class, Group 5)
Martini Lancia Beta Montecarlo Turbo, Eddie Cheever, Michele Alboreto & Carlo Facetti (8th overall - 2nd in class, Group 5)
CS Computer Systems Jolly Club Martini Beta Montecarlo Turbo, Martini Finotto, Giorgio Schön & Giorgio Pianta (14th overall - 4th in class Group 5)

  • 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.
Bad Bob isn't putting up with your homophobic shit lol

Sharing the “Rad” Bob scene from my fic that people like so much because I need happy things today. (Complete with Kent being an annoying little shit to Jack over text at the end because they’re friends again)

This is from chapter 7 of my Kent Parson/OMC fic where he is in a relationship with one of his teammates named Corey Henderson. The media begins speculating about Corey after he fights with a homophobic teammate, and the rumours spread to Bitty and Jack after photos surface of the two couples out for dinner together after an Aces/Falconers game. Bob gets asked about Bitty and Jack while appearing as a guest commentator during a Montreal game. Enjoy!

(If you like it, you can read the full fic here.)


The conversation with Bob Zimmermann during the first intermission had stayed focussed on hockey-related topics, but a couple minutes into the second intermission, the host shifted the discussion. “Well Bob, you can probably guess the next question I’m going to ask…” The host began, as two photos flashed up on the screen behind them – one was the photo of Bob and Bitty at Jack’s game, the other was of the four young men out for dinner in Providence. “Some photos surfaced recently in light of the Corey Henderson scandal that involve your son and this young man in particular. What-”

“I’m going to stop you right there, Mike. I do have a few things to say about this. I’m only going to say this once, so listen closely everybody at home and in the studio,” Bob cut off the host before he was able to ask his question. “First of all, the Bittles are dear family friends. We met when visiting our sons while they were students at Samwell. Where Eric – a wonderful young man – is still a student. He should be focussing on his studies, not on this ridiculous media frenzy picking apart his life. Eric should not be punished like this simply for befriending my son a couple of years ago.

"Which brings me to Corey Henderson and his so-called ‘scandal’ – the only scandalous thing here is how you’re treating these young men. Whether or not he is gay is not my business, nor anyone else’s business. However, if he is, this has all been an incredibly disrespectful invasion of privacy. Whether someone has a vlog with a few thousand followers or is part of a team with hundreds of thousands of fans – these young men are still real people with real lives that you are interfering with for your own entertainment,” Bob Zimmermann held up his index finger to keep the host silent when he was about to interject.

“I’m not done. As I’m sure you know, I have been a vocal supporter of 'You Can Play’ for a number of years now. Obviously it would be exciting to have some out players in the NHL, but whether or not someone decides to come out and when is deeply personal, and you don’t get to decide that for them – especially not for the sake of a few hits to your website. The events of the past week have been shameful. We should be focussed on hockey, not this bizarre gay witch hunt.”

“I- uh…” The host stammered.

“Now, if you want to discuss my son’s stellar hockey performance, or Corey Henderson’s impressive record, or Eric Bittle’s skills for that matter – because for all the digging that has been done into his life these past couple days, nobody has bothered to mention that he too is a fantastic player on the Samwell hockey team – I am all ears. If you want to speculate on their personal lives then I will take my leave.”

“So you’re saying you wouldn’t mind at all if your only son and rising star of the NHL was gay?”

Bob huffed a disappointed sigh and shook his head. “I’m not dignifying that idiotic question with an answer. We’re done here,” he removed the microphone from his lapel and walked off the set without another word. The stunned host left to stumble through a cue to go to commercial long before the ten minute segment was due to end.

Parse: Well good news is you don’t have to worry about Corey aiming for Bittle anymore.
Parse: Pretty sure he wants to marry your dad now, tho.
Parse: Lol!
Jack: Haha!
Parse: Honestly, So do I lol
Parse: What do ya say, Zimms? Want me to be your stepfather?
Jack: That is a complete nightmare.
Parse: Well, it’s either me or Corey. Take your pick.
Parse: My apologies to your mom, but this is happening.
Jack: …
Parse: Lol!
Parse: Bittle must be happy that his future father-in-law just went to bat for him AND called him a fantastic hockey player on international TV.
Parse: Fuck that was fantastic. Definitely gonna go viral. Bet people didn’t expect the 'Bad’ in Bad Bob meant 'totally fucking badass’
Jack: Hahaha yeah. He’s pretty great.
Parse: Fuck yeah.

whiskeytangofrogman  asked:

Okay okay okay literally all I can think of is either A) Harry Potter Check Please AU with Kent Parson and Jack Zimmermann as the sons of famous magicians, both famed to end up in Slytherin because of their family line always being there (and idk Slytherin isn't as pureblooded Evil now) but Jack ends up in Hufflepuff instead, and that's Rough for him, and even worse when Bitty gets into Slytherin and he seems 0% snakey, or B) anything with Bob and Alicia because?? You write them so well

Yes, this did turn into a multi-chapter mess of angst and drama.

Enjoy.


Platform 9 ¾ is much larger than Jack expects it to be. It’s bustling and crowded, families and taking up space in every direction. There are so many people, sort of like he’s at a Quidditch game. Jack doesn’t know how he feels about that, but he thinks it’s not a positive feeling.

“You’re gonna be fine, Jack,” Alicia says, ruffling his hair and smoothing the shoulders of his Magpies jersey.

“I am?” he asks.

“Sure,” Alicia says. “You’ve got the same sort of drive like your dad.”

Jack doesn’t mention that if his dad were really proud of him, he’d be there at the platform to send him off to Hogwarts and he’s not. He knows his dad has practice, trying to get Scotland’s national team up to scratch before the World Cup, since Scotland’s been pretty bad at that lately, but still.

“Just as ambitious,” Alicia says, handing Jack the cage with his owl. It’s an odd creature, with its heart-shaped barn owl face, grey, its shoulders all speckled. The shopkeeper had said no one wanted it, which just about broke Jack’s heart. Apparently, it was from Australia so it didn’t fit in very well with the other owls. Jack hopes it’ll be fine in Scotland, but worst comes to worst, he figures he can smuggle it into the Slytherin dormitories and keep it there. His dad always said the Slytherin dorms were warm at the very least.

“Alright, you’ve got to get on the train before you miss it,” Alicia says, ushering Jack onto the train. She hugs him goodbye, and the steam whistle blows, and Jack is left alone to try and find a compartment for himself and his owl.

All of the other compartments are full of people right up until he gets to the very end of the train. There’s only one boy sitting in that compartment, and his blond hair is messy, the front sticking up a little absurdly. He’s wearing jeans with holes in them and a sort of grungy black and orange jersey for a team with a tiger on it that Jack doesn’t recognise. The boy looks up in surprise when Jack opens the door of the compartment.

“Can I maybe – can I sit here?” Jack asks.

“Sure,” the boy says. His trainers are a little beat up as well, but there aren’t holes in them. They’re just dirty and old.

Jack drags his trunk in and sits down across from the boy. He sets his owl’s cage on top of his trunk and it hoots softly.

“What’s your owl’s name?” the boy asks.

“Jet,” Jack says. “Like the–”

“The stone, yeah,” the boy agrees. “’Cause of its eyes?”

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