eric is my jack

Ok, But Like...

Bitty doing the “My Boyfriend Does My Voice Over” tag on YouTube with Jack narrating him baking a pretty basic pie and Jack still manages to fumble most of it like:

  • “Okay, now I’m just throwing in some…salt?…NO, SUGAR! Sugar! You don’t put salt in pies.“
  • “You’ve got to cut this doughy bit into strips so that you can…weave a basket cover for the pie…I don’t know, it’s called the crust, eh.”
  • “I don’t…I don’t know what I’m doing…”

And then there’s him just gently chirping Bittle throughout.

  • “I never use pre-canned fruits even though that would save me loads of time and I could actually leave some cherries in the house for Jack to eat…”
  • “Oh I’m dancing now…probably to Beyonce.”
  • “I don’t like these pans I’m using. I complain about them all the time but I think I’m being slick.”

But mostly it’s just him being totally gone on Bitty

  • “That’s not my shirt. That’s Jack’s shirt that he’s been looking for for three weeks…it looks better on me though.”
  • “I think I’ll be really excited that Jack got me the new pan set I’ve been talking about for my birthday…but it’s a surprise.”
  • “I look really good in the light in our kitchen. That’s why Jack has so many pictures of me in here…cause I’m beautiful.”

SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE THIS!!!

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@justlikecpparadise asked:

plz draw our fav boyz in yoga poses thank, also looking out for that hc you said you’d be making ;) lol

MERCEDES MY GIRL U GAVE ME SOME GOOD INSPO

bitty’s SUPER limber bc of the whole figure skating/hockey league thing, and sometimes jack thinks it’s going to be the death of him

Needed to draw Jack’s sick flow after reading this post by @halfabreath

Cuz hot damn.

<3

(I wonder if Jack like….ever wants to do historical role-play because with a beard he could probably pull off a sweet 19th century Fur-Trapper look)

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More Check, Please art to come here later ;A; <3

Shitty borrows Jack’s computer sometimes, that’s nothing new. What’s new is the untitled folder just sitting on his desktop. It can’t be porn. He set up Jack’s porn folder himself. So, he knows it isn’t porn. But who keeps an untitled folder on their desktop?

Jack. Jack Zimmermann keeps an untitled folder on his desktop. An untitled folder filled with pictures and iMessage screenshots of conversations with Bitty. The pictures are mostly of Bitty, though some group shots of SMH and some others are thrown in as well. He has pictures of Bitty baking in the Haus, of Bitty walking across campus completely oblivious to the camera pointed at him, of Bitty doubled over laughing on Jack’s couch. Very rarely does Bitty seem to be aware that he’s being photographed, and yet the lighting is perfect, a calm sort of happiness seems to be radiating off of him. None of them are dated, none of them are titled. Each photo holds a memory of a person in love.

For the first time, Shitty realizes this is exactly how Jack sees Bitty all the time. Like he’s the most precious thing in existence

I was just reading the comments to @porcupine-girl’s coffee shop AU Here Come the Dreams (it’s lovely, by the way) and I thought of a prompt: Openly gay NHL prodigy Eric Bittle, just recruited to the Falconers, stumbles upon a wonderful coffeeshop in the his new team’s home town. He doesn’t understand why the handsome young man behind the counter (Jack Zimmermann, who opened his shop in Providence before the NHL put a team there) is acting so strangely, but Bitty loves the man’s coffee and loves the man’s latte art.

(Jack, meanwhile, is d y i n g, because Eric Bittle is everything he wanted to be?? and so hot??? and is FLIRTING WITH HIM he cannot even deal)

listen, i love jack ‘it’s only minus ten out i can wear shorts out’ zimmermann as much as everyone else but as anyone who lives in a cold place can tell you, we get VERY worried about people from warm places who clearly Do Not Understand How To Winter. 

and while bitty is very good at bundling up he clearly doesn’t know what to wear out (he wouldn’t have to wear so many layers if he had good winter clothes after all) and it is Very Upsetting to jack. so every single time bitty visits jack starting from october, jack has another piece of high quality winter clothing waiting for him, whether it be double layered mittens, wool-lined boots, or a coat that feels like duvet. 

so even though bitty still complains bitterly about the winter and (more amusedly) about jack’s wintery mother hen tendencies (”jack it’s the third of october, i don’t need woolen socks”) he’s at least warm which makes jack’s heart as toasty as bitty’s toes. 

Bisexual Bob strikes again and causes death Eric R. Bittle

•Ok, but does anyone else get the feeling that when Bitty and Jack go to dinner with Bob and Alicia, Bob just… flirts with Bitty.
•Just trying to do the dad thing and embarrass his child in front of the SO.
•Why drag out the baby pictures that he has inevitably seen when you can just make him blush?
•Alicia is so exasperated by the end of dinner. “Robert. That poor boy is as red as the cherries in his pies! Leave him alone.”
•Bob just grins at Jack and winks. “Didn’t mean to make a grab at your boy, son.”
•And jack just smiles lightly, all while gripping at Bitty’s thigh, because you KNOW that Jack is just… a SMIDGEN possessive.
•After dinner, Jack goes to Bob in private and more or less tells him, “Papa, I love you, but keep your mitts off of my man.”
•Bob is so happy that his teasing led to this that he gets choked up.
•Jack just… awkwardly slides out of his fathers hug and says, “Glad we had this talk.”

•And poor, sweet Bitty is just lying down, because all he wanted was to enjoy and evening eating good food with his boyfriend and his parents, and inSTEAD, gets flirted with by a retired hockey god, because APPARENTLY, this is his life now.

Kiss for Luck

Because fair is fair in magical healthy poly pb&j AU land.
And Look. In this universe in the inevitable future where the Aces and the Falconers play each other for the Stanley Cup, regardless of who wins, everybody wins. Because either way Bitty gets to figure out some sort of creative food for everyone to eat out of it.

(I drew this because I had a fierce need for playoff beards and hockey gear and flow!Jack and stuff.)




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“Jack Zimmermann, your feet are freezing!” Bittle says, squirming away from him across the bed.

Jack follows and pins him, reflecting Bittle’s own grin back down at him. “I think you have me confused with someone.”

Bittle’s brow furrows. “No, I’m pretty sure I know whose icicles are pressed against my–”

“It’s Bittle now,” Jack says. “No Zimmermanns here.”

Bittle’s face clears like the sun coming over the horizon. He rolls his eyes and laughs, pulls Jack to him. “You’re ridiculous.”

Jack goes easily, the dawn of a new day. “You said yes.”

“I did,” Bittle says, lips curving against Jack’s. “I do.”

Jack Did Apologize To Bitty

A lot of people seem to think that Jack didn’t apologize about his asshole behavior to Bitty in Year 1, but he did!! He apologized!! In his gruff, well meaning, Jack-ish way that Bitty nevertheless understood.

In “Goodbye for the Summer,” he apologizes to Bitty for the hit, but he’s also apologizing for “everything that happened this year”

Jack’s stuttering, he’s not really sure what to say, but he wants to say sorry. This is more than the hit that Bitty took, it’s an apology on how Jack treated him this year, and also a thank you to Bitty who not only didn’t hold it against Jack but treated him with a lot more respect than he probably deserved.

And Bitty accepts the apology! By this point, Jack hasn’t been an asshole to him for a long while and you can obviously tell that Bitty’s already got a crush. And of course Jack knows that their relationship is better than before, but he’s still taking the time to make sure that Bitty knows that Jack understands that he was wrong, and that it was an honor for Jack that Bitty voted for him in spite of all that. 

This is the last comic of Bitty’s freshman year, and it’s jack apologizing for his behavior and Bitty accepting it, and the two of them turning over a new leaf. I feel that a lot of people might have missed it because they wanted Jack to say outright “I was an asshole this year, I’m sorry,” but dude’s an awkward guy and emotions are hard. In any case, they both understand what their conversation is really about. The last two panels are then about a new dynamic between Jack and Bitty, where “Eat more protein” becomes less a dismissive command from a jerk captain and more of an inside joke between the two. 

tldr in the last comic from Bitty’s Year One, Jack and Bitty have a conversation wherein Jack apologizes and Bitty accepts his apology and the two of them turn a new leaf and change the dynamic of their relationship. 

For your consideration: Jack Zimmermann, Samwell graduate, still says “making a murder run” to mean “going to Stop & Shop” and the Falcs are so confused.

EX: “Ah, shit.  We’re out of snacks.”

“It’s okay, I can make a murder run.”

and 

“Zimboni!  Come play Mario Kart with us.”

“I’m on a murder run, I’ll head over after.”

Everyone assumes it’s probably a workout thing but like…the context is always wrong?  And nobody really wants to ask because if Zimboni calls it a murder run, they all fear for their legs if they’re invited along.  So it is just this vaguely unsettling mystery until after he and Bitty are out and have the guys over for dinner and Bitty asks,

“Jack, honey, we’re out of butter, do you mind making a murder run?” and as soon as Jack leaves the team just point blank is like “wtf is a murder run already” and Bitty explains Murder Stop & Shop and everyone is super relieved.

“So Bits, how does it feel to be tall for once?”
“Your chirps can’t reach me up here, Jack.”

There’s a Culinary Arts museum in Providence and you can’t convince me that these dorks would not have a date there

jack zimmermann. in a fuzzy warm pair of sweatpants. his shirt is really baggy, it’s one he stole from tater. he has one bright pink sock (shittys, he’s sure of it) and the other is blue with pineapples (honestly, he has no clue who it belongs to). his hair is a little long, falling into his eyes, which are half closed with sleep. he’s leaning against the love of his life, hands tucked into the pocket of the smaller mans hoodie, and pressing kisses to the soft golden hair on his head and listening to him hum as he waits for his toast to pop. he is content.