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Bitty is lounging on the couch in Jack’s apartment when his phone buzzes and Chowder’s sweet face appears. Jack’s asleep already. The life of a professional athlete such as he is. He’s intense about his schedule and maintaining it. Bitty however, is a bit more lax about it all, so he’s downstairs, flipping through channels since he’s not tired yet. He can guess why Chowder is calling. The Sharks are tied in the series for the Stanley Cup Final. Chowder has called him after every game to either cheer or weep.

Bitty swipes the screen and answers. “Good game tonight, eh?” Bitty’s picked up a few of Jack’s sayings. Shitty absolutely loves it. He sometimes calls Bitty and demands “Say eh! Please! I need a pick me up. Fucking law school.” Bitty always obliges. Jack says Shitty calls him and demands to hear some of Bitty’s Southern phrases in what Shitty calls “Jack’s dulcet Canadian tones”.

Chowder is out of breath. Probably from running around the block in celebration. “I’m gonna propose to her. When they win,” he exclaims. His voice is excited and kind of hoarse.

Bitty sits straight. “Pardon?”

“Farmer. Caitlin. I’m gonna propose when the Sharks win.” The absolute joy in Chowder’s voice is just adorable. But Bitty is too shocked by this news to really appreciate it.

“WHAT?!” he finally shrieks.

Chowder laughs, assuming that Bitty is as excited by this plan as he is.

Jack appears, blinking against the light, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy shorts and a confused frown. “Bitty. What the hell?” he whispers.

Bitty just holds up a finger and shoots him a look that screams, “Do not question me right now, Mr. Zimmermann.”

Jack holds up his hands and slides into the chair opposite. He kind of wants to see this play out. Also, he’s still confused as hell as to what’s even going on.

“It’ll be great, Bitty,” Chowder begins his explanation. “Farmer will be here tomorrow and Game 7 is the day after that. We’re going to have a big party to watch and it’ll be great.”

Bitty is just shaking his head now. “Oh, no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. You listen to me right now, Christopher Chow. If you propose to Caitlin Farmer at a party full of rowdy Sharks fans during the Stanley Cup Final, you will never get another pie from me again.”

Jack’s eyebrows shoot up and he blinks a few times before a slight smile appears.

“But, Bitty,” Chowder begins to argue.

“No, you listen to me. Caitlin Farmer is a wonderful, beautiful, amazing woman. And she deserves better than a proposal surrounded by drunken sports fans. This is like a jumbotron proposal. Don’t you do it, Chris. Don’t do the most cliché thing imaginable.”

Jack’s laughing now. Well, not so much laughing as shaking a bit silently while trying not to giggle.

“I love her, Bitty. I want to do this,” Chowder finally says after a long silence. His voice isn’t overly happy now. Now it’s nervous and soft.

“Chowder. Don’t put her on the spot in front of a bunch of strangers.”

“My family will be there,” he attempts to argue.

Bitty sighs. “That’s intimidating. Imagine being proposed to in front of a bunch of people who absolutely adore the proposer. Caitlin is a very laid back girl. She can handle a lot. But you can’t do it like that.”

There is an exhaled breath of defeat from Chowder. “I just want to marry her, Bitty. Isn’t that good enough?”

Jack makes a gesture to put the call on speaker and Bitty eyes him, wondering what’s going on in his gorgeous head. But he does it all the same because he trusts this beautifully awkward man.

“Hey, Chowder,” Jack says.

“Jack! Hey! Bitty said he was gonna visit you for a few days. I’m kind of jealous. You guys get to do so much cool stuff together,” Chowder starts rambling like he always does when talking to Jack.

Jack smiles. “So what’s going on? Proposing to Farmer?”

Chowder sighs again. “Bitty thinks it’s a bad idea.” The pain is clear. He just wants Bitty to approve of his plan.

“Well, what’s your idea?”

“I wanted to propose to her after the Sharks win the Stanley Cup.”

Jack’s face relaxes into that smirk of his that Bitty both loves and hates. “Ah. Well, I have to agree with Bitty on this one, Chowder. It’d be like proposing to her at an Epikegster. Everyone will be drunk and keyed up and she’ll feel obligated to say yes. Do you want her to say yes because she feels she has to? Wouldn’t you rather she says yes because she really wants to?”

The silence at the other end has Bitty fidgeting nervously. This is his sweet baby Chowder. He just wants the little goalie to be happy. As happy as he is with Jack.

“Yeah. You’re right, Jack,” says Chowder, his hoarse voice quiet and less chipper now.

Jack’s still smiling however. “Hey, Bitty. Mind if I take this from here?”

Bitty eyes his boyfriend with distrust. “What are you planning?” he whispers quietly.

Jack winks. Normally this makes Bitty swoon, but right now, it just makes him more suspicious. “Fine,” he stands. “But I’ll be in the kitchen. Waiting.”

Bitty scoots out of the room as Jack takes Chowder off speaker phone. His boyfriend is speaking too quietly into the electronic for Bitty to eavesdrop so with a huff, he slumps to the kitchen and pulls out the ingredients for pie. He’s too wound up to sleep so late night baking it is. To Bitty’s immense surprise, Jack doesn’t come into the kitchen until four hours later. He’s grinning and looks happy if not a bit tired since it’s now the middle of the night and Jack Zimmermann has a schedule, y’all. One he does not deviate from.

“Good Lord, babe. What did you and Chowder talk about for four hours?”

Jack shrugs. “Just some stuff,” he answers, purposely vague. He doesn’t manage to hide the slight sparkle of mischief in his blue eyes before he pulls Bitty into his embrace.

“What did you do?” Bitty mumbles, his words muffled by Jack’s chest.

“Do you think you could make a bunch of pie before Friday? Six should be good. Think you can handle that?” his boyfriend asks. Bitty glares and scoffs. Of course he can make six pies before Friday. Who does this handsome fool think he’s dealing with? Bitty ain’t no amateur. Bitty is about to make that clear, as well as grill Jack on what he’s been doing for the past several hours with Chowder, when Jack kisses him in that way he does and Bitty sort of forgets his own name.

On Friday, Jack loads the pies into his car and Bitty eyes him but he doesn’t ask. He’s been grilling Jack for days. But Jack Zimmermann is like a vault when he wants to keep a secret. Nothing, absolutely nothing (and Lord did Bitty try everything) would get that boy to talk.  Thankfully, Jack did convince Chowder not to propose after the final. The Sharks won. Farmer sent a video of Chowder sobbing with joy in front of the TV before grabbing a sparkler (from God knows where) and running through his parent’s neighborhood in full Shark regalia scream singing “WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIEND!” The whole team had a good laugh. Everyone chirped Chowder but the goalie was too happy to even care. He just sent a few “thank you” response texts.

Bitty continues to say nothing as he and Jack drive down to Samwell and pull up in front of Faber. Jack is trying to look innocent which only makes him look more guilty.

“What are we doing here?” Bitty questions, eyes narrowed.

Jack just climbs out. “You’ll see.”

They grab the pies and walk into the quiet rink. A janitor winks at Jack as they pass and Bitty just frowns. What is his boyfriend planning? Bitty is even more surprised when they see who is waiting in the benches.

“Bitty and Jack!” Shitty calls from the bench. “I’ve missed this fucking place.”

“Shitty was just telling us that he thinks you guys should have a round of naked hockey,” Lardo laughs and Shitty winks at her. She rolls her eyes.

“Dude. Naked hockey sounds way too dangerous for uh, certain parts of me,” Ransom flinches.

Holster agrees.

Dex and Nursey are arguing as usual but Nursey smiles and gets Dex in a light headlock which makes Dex laugh and roll his eyes. Everyone is happy to see the pies. Shitty especially. “OH GODS OF FOOD AND LOVE! I HAVE MISSED THIS!” he crows before immediately claiming an apple pie from the stack in Jack’s arms.

Bitty eyes the group and the bags at their feet and sides. “What’s all this?”

Ransom grins. “Jack had us grab some stuff on our way in.”

Shitty steps forward, eating his previously claimed pie with his hands. “So what now, Zimmermann?”

Jack smiles and immediately starts giving orders and the gathered team sets to work. Soon the ice has flower petals making a path to the goal beneath the massive windows. There are candles along the edges. There is soft music playing through the speakers. And on the score board, the names displayed are Chow and Farmer.

“Oh my God,” Bitty exhales once he realizes what’s happening. Jack just smiles. He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he keeps checking his phone.

As the sun is about to set, Jack’s phone buzzes. “Alright! Everyone hide!”

The group ducks behind the boards of the bench. Bitty finds himself squashed in between Holster and Shitty. Shitty takes this moment to pull Bitty into a busting hug. “Man, I’ve missed you, Bits. Say eh! Please!”

Bitty sighs. “Eh,” he says. Shitty laughs silently.

The team watches, peeking over the edge of the boards as inconspicuously as possible, as a very nervous looking Chowder leads Farmer out onto the ice. Luckily, Farmer has her back to the boards and doesn’t see the seven sets of eyes, watching silently. Farmer is laughing and making jokes. “You went to all this trouble to commemorate that time we did it on the ice? I don’t have a blanket this time. We can’t have sex on the ice without a blanket, babe.”

Holster and Ransom hear this and high five silently. “Get it, Chowder,” Holster whispers.

Shitty just smiles and wipes away fake tears. “They grow up so fast.”

Bitty just watches as Chowder mumbles and stumbles, so clearly nervous. Bitty sees Jack, hidden but still videoing the moment.

“So, I’m doing this here because this is where I realized I love you and told you and,” Chowder starts to ramble. He’s clearly terrified and Bitty just smiles. Farmer looks confused but she’s still looking at Chowder like he’s the most wonderful thing in the world. “After that game against Yale. I realized I loved you and I was so afraid because I’m well, not that cool, and you’re so amazing. And I was going to do this after the Sharks won.”

“Go Sharks!” Farmer cheers and it takes everything for the group watching not to make cute “Aw!” sounds.

Chowder beams and Bitty is just floored at how romantic this is. The first place Chowder realized he loved her. The first place he told her that he loved her. The setting sun casting a gorgeous pink and orange hue on the ice. Bitty feels a moment of jealousy. This was the proposal he thought he’d get from Jack.

“Caitlin Farmer,” Chowder takes a knee and the gasp from Farmer is loud. “Will you marry me?”

There is a long moment of silence. Chowder glances around, clearly terrified. “Um. Caitlin?” he presses.

“Yes!” Farmer shrieks finally. “Oh my God, yes!”

She tackles Chowder onto the ice and the group all stands and cheers. Lardo is wiping tears. Shitty is openly crying and shouting, “Fucking beautiful, man!”

Ransom and Holster are the first on the ice. They high five Chowder, telling him how proud they are. And impressed. Ice sex is cold and challenging. Who’d of thought that Chowder had it in him? Dex and Nursey tackle Chowder in a bear hug.

Jack turns off his camera and stands next to Bitty. They’re both watching the chaos. Farmer is asking Chowder for a long engagement. They’ll get married after they graduate, okay? Chowder agrees. Someone mentions pizza. Shitty mentions a celebratory kegster. Bitty just laughs.

“Thank you for helping Chowder,” Bitty finally says to Jack. “I love that sweet kid.”

“I know. That’s why I did it.” The admission makes Bitty melt a little. And here he thought it was impossible to fall more in love with this man. Though there is something that is still bothering him a little…

Bitty nudges Jack as they all begin the walk out. “I didn’t know you could be so romantic,” he jokes, though still sort of sad that Chowder got HIS proposal.

Jack slows his walk and the rest of the group moves on, leaving him and Bitty farther back, well out of earshot. “I learned from the best,” he kisses Bitty’s hair.

“I always thought,” Bitty begins but his voice tapers off and he can’t quite finish what he was going to say.

“What?”

Bitty sighs. “I thought that you’d propose to me like that. You know? On the ice, with the sunset.”

Jack tenses. For a moment, Bitty wonders if he’s pushed Jack too far too soon. But really. They’ve been together for a while. It’s only natural that Bitty’s mind would go there. But then Jack’s eyes soften and his lips quirk up and he looks superior. He pulls Bitty into a long, drawn out kiss. The kind of kiss that makes Bitty wish they were in a much more private place. Or at least had a blanket. Good point, Farmer.

“Don’t worry, Bitty,” Jack says, his breath warm on Bitty’s mouth. “I didn’t use all my romantic cards tonight. I have something better planned for you.”

With that, Jack pulls away and begins to walk down the hallway, leaving a blushing, hot Bitty to recover. It doesn’t take long. “Jack Laurent Zimmermann,” Bitty snaps as he rushes to catch the long legged stride of his boyfriend. “You can’t just say things like that and walk away! Good Lord.”

Jack just laughs and Bitty slaps him on his glorious ass, making Jack laugh more.

After she graduates from Samwell, Alicia moves to New York. She’s got a modelling contract, she’s going to be in Vogue, she’s going to be on Broadway – she’s going to be all these huge things according to her agent. It’s not that she doesn’t want them, necessarily, it’s that…it’s that she’s twenty-three and she’s from Chatham, Massachusetts and she somehow thought she was going to be married well before she had a career. But, it’s fine. She’s got an apartment in Manhattan and everything is exciting and gorgeous and all the people she meets are dull and gorgeous and after only a month, she’s tired of it.

She’s theoretically dating a Broadway producer at that point. He has a higher opinion of himself and his tastes than anyone she’s ever in her life met, but she doesn’t really want to turn him down because this is how people get parts in things. But when he shows up with some tickets for a new experimental performance of Swan Lake set to the Beatles, she draws the line.

“What if we did something a little more…fun,” she suggests.

“Like what?” the producer asks, clearly bewildered.

“Well I think the Pens are going to be in town playing the Rangers on Saturday,” she says. “Can you get tickets to that?”

He clearly doesn’t know what the Pens or the Rangers are, but he goes away and comes back with tickets. Alicia’s just so damn relieved to be going to a perfectly normal hockey game that she can’t contain her excitement.

The seats the producer got them are good. They’re just behind the boards, liable to get sprayed with ice if anyone makes a serious turn too close by.

“Does – does the guy in jersey 11 have the same name as you?” the producer asks, glowering at the ice while the players skate by. Alicia doesn’t have to look to know who he’s talking about.

“That’s Bad Bob Zimmermann,” she says. She’s having fun explaining hockey to him in a condescending tone, since it was how all of their previous dates had been, just in reverse. “His name’s got two Ns at the end of it.”

She doesn’t mention that part of the reason she’s laughing is because back in Samwell, she and her roommates had gotten silly drunk one night and started evaluating the prospects of each of the hockey players Alicia had taped to her walls, and they’d decided that it was Bad Bob who she ought to marry because then she wouldn’t have to change her last name.

“No, but I would,” she insisted at the time. “I’d have to add an N.”

“And forever make copy editors cry,” her friend had replied.

The producer shakes his head in confusion at this whole sport, when suddenly three hockey players slam into the boards right in front of them. Alicia finds herself face to face with Bob Zimmermann himself and for some reason he’s looking at her, his brow furrowed just slightly in confusion.


“I’m telling you, it was Alicia Zimmerman,” Bob says, smacking away the towel someone’s trying to snap him with.

“I don’t know, man, that’s the most starry eyed I’ve ever seen you over a girl,” the goalie says.

“Of course I was starry eyed, she’s the new face of Valentino,” Bob says. This is going to be a problem. That’s not something he’s supposed to know off the top of his head. He has to cover. His team can’t know he’s been more or less fanboying over this girl for the better part of three months. “And she was in that play we saw the last time we were in New York.”

The goalie considers. “Who was she?”

“She was the girl,” Bob says. “You know, the really good one who could act.”

“Blonde?” the goalie asks. Bob nods. “Those blue eyes you could see even across the theatre?”

“Yeah,” Bob agrees.

“Why are you still in here then?” the goalie demands. “She’s probably still out there. Go ask her on a date.”

Bob shakes his head, but the goalie, Johnson, grabs him by the arm.

“Bob,” he says. “This is crucial. Go ask Alicia Zimmerman out on a date.”

Merde, okay,” Bob says, recoiling from Johnson’s intensity. It’s not actually that bad an idea, he thinks, as he walks back towards the stands. Alicia hadn’t looked overly enthusiastic about the man she was sitting next to, so maybe he’s got a chance.

He happens to catch her and the guy in the suit just before they leave the rink.

“Sorry, you’re Alicia Zimmerman right?” Bob asks.

Her smile could power all of New York it’s so bright.

“You’re Bad Bob,” she says, completely ignoring the man next to her. He looks miffed, Bob thinks, but he’s also about half the size Bob is so he’s not worried. “I mean, you’re Bob Zimmermann. With two Ns.”

Bob laughs and Alicia keeps smiling, and the Broadway producer disappears in a snit.


Alicia never does get around to changing her last name. 

Dramatic- Carter Hart

Originally posted by dyllarkin

Ok so here we go! A little baby goalie loving for you all! And if this isn’t me idk what is so I hope someone can #relate as well! Lol! Enjoy guys!

Warning: drama, mentions of death

@santa-fes Request: Hello fren, could u pls write me somethin bc I am not havin a good time atm. If u could it would be much appreciated. Thank you katie 💕

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              You were laying on the couch, your arm thrown over your face, taking deep breaths when Carter came home from practice.

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The Bus Accident

@sadghostfish asked:
I have a new headcanon, if you’d like to hear it. hc: chowder is great in crises/emergencies well once he gets past the initial panic of the situation. Like He is the person you want there during an emergency. How the team or specific characters find this out is totally up to you. (Feel free to ignore this I just wanted to share this with someone)

THE BUS ACCIDENT

•So our sweet baby son chowder maybe a cute little ball of goalie sunshine, but Christopher Chow handles his business.
•he knows first aid, cpr, the heimlick, etc.
•his friend almost died in a tragic car accident when chowder was little, and if it weren’t for the EMTs quick action his friend wouldn’t be here today
•Chowder was inspired and 13 seasons of Grey’s Anatomy and a shit ton of certification classes later chowder is capable of saving everyone’s life
•But no one knows this until on the way back from an away game one night
•the bus driver falls asleep and crashes into a tree. There’s glass, LOTS of glass. Cuts bruises a little blood. Nothing Chowder can’t handle.
•So our son gets to work, using the tweezers, anti bacterial spray, and band aids out the buses first aid kit to patch up the bros cut by glass, gives the frogs mini ice packs for the bruises.
•He puts r&h on clean duty to try and sweep out all the shattered glass so no one gets hurt for a second time, and orders bitty to call the police and report the accident.
•Chowders calm demeanor and swift instructions kept everyone even the coaches from panicking.
•And now every time something slightly life threatening happens in the haus they call Chowder for help because he always knows what to do in time of a kinda crisis. He’s the most useful at kegsters. He keeps hundreds of college students from getting alcohol poisoning (he patrols more than parties tbh)
•And now the new frogs call Chowder Doc Chow just to make him smile

Freddie Andersen- Little Goalie

“Freddie! Max! Time to go!” I call to my husband and six year-old son, soon after hearing them running down the stairs.

“Okay, lets go.” Freddie says as he grabs Max’s little hockey bag. While Max got his goalie pads and sticks.

“Are you exited to practice with your dad buddy?” I ask as Freddie makes sure Max is buckled up.

“Yeah!” Max yells as I start reversing out of the driveway.

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“Okay boys, we have a special guest.” Freddie says as he leads Max onto the ice. The small boy beaming through his mask the whole time.

“Hey Little Andy.” Mitch says high-fiving Max. While Max stays by his fathers side. Still intimidated by all the big hockey players.

Though as practice went on Max got more confident and comfortable, slowly separating from his dad to talk to the guys.

“babe?” Freddie asks while skating over to me.

“yeah?” I ask from my place sitting on the boards in front of the bench.

“Can we have another?” He asks hugging as best he could with all his gear on.

“Already ahead of you.” I reply with a wink.

“what?” He asks not understanding.

“I’m pregnant again.” I reply. Shortly after I am no longer on the bench but in Freddie’s arms as he gives me a light kiss on the lips. His smile taking up his whole face.

“how far?” He asks while setting me on the ice his arms around my waist and putting his forehead to mine.

“A month.” I reply looking into his eyes.

“I love you.” He says giving me another kiss.

“I love you too.” I reply then burst out laughing. This was because Mo had shot a puck at Freddie’s butt.

“There is a child here.” He says pointing to Mitch.

“oh and Max is here too.” Jake chimes in laughing.

Just then I feel a small hand tugging on my shirt. I look down and see Max.

“Why are they so mean to Uncle Mitch?” He asks with a child’s curiosity.

“We aren’t being mean. We are teasing him buddy.” Freddie chimes in.

“okay daddy.” Max says as he skates back to the net.

“he’s just like you, you know.” I say tapping Freddie on his nose.

“you think so?” He asks wrapping his arms around my waist.

As we look on I see him trip one of the guys when they get to close to him. Making Freddie and I laugh along with the rest of the guys.

“Yeah, he’s definitely like you.” I say turning around in his arms kissing him again. His hands coming to touch my stomach.

“I can’t believe we are having another little Andersen.” He says tears in his eyes. I see one of them fall so I quickly wipe it away. Kissing him quickly.

“Well we are-” I start to day only to be cut off by a hand pulling my shirt again. As I turn around I see Mitch.

“Freddie, Max tripped me.” Mitch wines like a small child.

“nobody likes a snitch, Mitchie.” I reply petting his head. Everything feeling to good to be true. I mean, I have a wonderful husband and son. I’m surrounded by amazing guys. Plus I’m having another little one.

Originally posted by calgaryinferno

‘Are you going to stop rushing my goalie, little mouse?’

‘You know it’s impolite to talk about another man while you got your hands on my ass, right.’


They’re at a club after the match. They’re drunk. It started as a joke and the punchline is breakfast the next morning.


Alright this picture is my payment for the bet  about what color Parse eyes would be. This is dedicated to  @dexydex @omgpornplease @fabbittle @chyeahnursey @bittyybee @jacksbits @taddietango @limeadepeelsand and @sufferbot

Since there were so many winners I chose the pairing myself, to honor those two interacting on screen for the first time!


AUTOPROMO TIME: I’m starting to post my comic this month, so keep tuned!

asimplecord  asked:

When, eventually, the Habs decide they need another back-up goalie (or Vinny sees prospects at Hamilton/St Johns/Laval and knows that his next contract is likely to be short indeed and he retires), does Vinny start doing coaching things? (I love the idea of him and little girl goalies terrorizing Anton in perpetuity.) Front office things?

Loafing around spending Anton’s money (‘I bought you one taco, you are not a sugar baby’ Anton says exasperatedly, knowing, somehow, that it’s Carmen’s fault Vinny is using the term, and debating ratting him out to his wife for vengeance purposes. But we all know he would buy Vinny all the blankets in the world.)

A lot of community outreach, whether that’s workshops with the Canadiennes, who he maintains a close relationship with and has season tickets to, or school visits, or hospital visits, which he continues to drag his (former but forever) teammates to. Working on some charity boards, and volunteering hands on at a youth centre. Basically being the most loved man in Montreal, sorry Marc. There’s even a Gazette article about his good works and how they’re officially claiming him, NOT sorry Sudbury.