#Zimmerparents

[bittysovenbetsy]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alicia Zimmermann/Bob Zimmermann Characters: Bob Zimmermann, Alicia Zimmermann, Original Background Characters Additional Tags: Hockey, Unplanned Pregnancy, Falling In Love, Hook-Up, Non-Explicit Sex Summary:

“November of 1989, in which Alicia and Bob spend a rainy night together during Bob's Chicago roadie with the Pens.

Nine months later, Jack is born.” ( @parvuls ) - How Bob and Alicia's relationship develops, starting in November 1989

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I’m so excited to share this with y’all! I’ve got one chapter ready and another in the works, I just needed a little love on the story!!

[bittysovenbetsy]

I started writing this. It’s stuck in my brain. Might be multiple chapters. So excited!!

fic idea every day #7

Trope: PWP, Setting: Hotel Room, Word: Rain.

November of 1989, in which Alicia and Bob spend a rainy night together during Bob's Chicago roadie with the Pens.

Nine months later, Jack is born.

[zimbits-my-love]

Mr. Jack’s Dad

to go with Alicia

[kvp90]

I've been thinking about Jack and the Zimmerparents and how much they knew about Jack and Kent, and how they found out all day.

(this is not the first time, but it's pretty well stuck in there after reblogging that post earlier lol)

[doggernaut]

7, 20, and 21 for "Here Comes the Sun" (the first Check Please fic I ever bookmarked!)

Here Comes the Sun

7. What inspired the idea for this plot?

An ask! I had asked for mini ficlet prompts and @leahlisabeth sent this one. I quickly realized I had ideas for more than just a ficlet, and ended up writing almost 14,000 words!

20. What is something you wish more people noticed about this fic?

Oooh, this is a tough one because this is one of my more popular fics, and I had a lot of reader engagement while I was posting it. I don't know! I feel like I have great answers to this question for most of my other fics, but this one has me stumped.

21. What is something you didn't expect people to notice or gravitate towards in this fic?

Well, the fact that it came from a prompt aside, I wasn't sure how well a kidfic AU would go over in this fandom. Also, because I'd written them into a couple of earlier fics, I kind of suspected people would enjoy the inclusion of the Zimmerparents (who end up having a pretty big role in this fic), but the fact that people seemed to enjoy them as much as they did was still a little surprising.

[cricketnationrise]

for the made up fic title — “millions and millions and millions” !!

very evocative i love it

this feels like a zimmerparents getting together fic.

"it's like there's a million stars in your eyes tonight"

"what a fuckin cheeseball zimmermann you can do better than that"

[zimms]

bad bob "of course i've had gay sex i'm a hockey player" zimmermann

[checkdeezpucks]

Bob and Alicia didn’t always love one another. They did at the beginning and they do now - but for a long time they only stayed together because it would be more difficult to divorce.

Jack’s career was taking off and nothing could or should overshadow it; he didn’t need the stress or distraction of their divorce. So instead, they slept in seperate rooms, and lived seperate lives and came together only when the image of a loving family demanded it.

For a long time, they did not love each other.

But when the worst happened, between a call that no parent would ever want to receive, and a hospital bed they never wanted to stand over, they found themselves standing side by side and holding hands. They found themselves turning to one another and needing one another to make it through this. They found themselves asking where they went wrong, and how do they make this right?

And from those clasped hands, they built the relationship up again - and found that with it, came love.

So yes, they didn’t alway love one another - but love came back. Love returned.

[bittysovenbetsy]

i am LOVING all this zimmerparents content

[wheeloffortune-design]

Baby’s Jack first word was Puck. 

(Alicia: a thousand hockey pucks in the house and we manage to forget ALL OF THEM.)

[eskildit]

check please suburban mom feud au: jack and bitty grew up in the same suburban neighborhood and alicia and suzanne have been in an intense fued ever since jack and bitty were in high school. jack and bitty meet at a bar years later and fall in love but have to hide their relationship from their mothers.

[cablesscutie]

Shortly after the overdose, Bob decided to tell Jack the story of why he really got put in the Stanley Cup as a baby.  It was Bob’s way of thanking the cup.

“After I won my first cup,” he told Jack, “I realized I’d achieved my dream, and I had married this amazing woman, but something still felt like it was missing.  I wanted to be a father.”  He told Jack how he and Alicia had tried to have a baby, but it just wasn’t happening.  As the months dragged on with more of the same, they started to get worried.  

“And even when you were worrying you’d never truly be happy you managed to win the cup again, yeah?  That’s the moral of the story?” Jack snapped.  Bob shook his head, reached out to run a hand over Jack’s back, like he could smooth down his son’s frayed nerves.  

“Non, non, non, that would be a terrible moral.  Actually my stats were worse that year than when I was a rookie.  But my team was incredible, and we made it to the cup again.  And here’s where the story gets good, you see, because I’d heard all kinds of wild legends through the league about ‘cup magic’ and how sometimes it would grant wishes”

“Or turn you into a fucking penguin,” Jack scoffed.

“Well I was playing for the Canadiens at the time, so I suppose there wasn’t much risk involved, but there was a whole lot of desperate hope.So on my cup day, after everyone else left, I sat down and had a chat with it,” he gestures to the table they’re sitting at.  “Right at this kitchen table.”

“Please tell me that’s the only part of this story that happened at this table,” Jack groaned.  Bob laughed.

“This story, yes.”

“Papaaaa,”  Jack picked up his bowl of cereal and pointedly continued eating without letting his food touch the table.

“Oh for God’s sake, Jack, this table has been cleaned many times since, put your food down for a bit, I’m trying to have a moment with you here.”

“Alright, alright, fine.”  Jack obediently set the bowl aside and faced his father.

“As I was saying...” Bob cleared his throat.  “I talked to the cup.  I told it I didn’t care if I ever won it again.  All I wanted was a son.  If it would give me that, I promised, I wouldn’t ask to win so much as a faceoff for the rest of my life.  And I promised that I would love my son - that I would love you - unconditionally, more than anything in the world.”

“And you won a fuckton more awards anyway.”

“But,” Bob countered, “I didn’t win the cup again until after you were born when I was with the Pens.  And so when your mother brought you onto the ice to see me, I wanted us to put you in the cup, but it wasn’t supposed to pass along some kind of hockey magic and ensure the Zimmermann dynasty or whatever the fuck ESPN likes to say, alright?  We did it as a thank you.  We wanted the cup to see what a beautiful baby we had, and to feel how incredibly loved you were.”  Bob ran a hand over Jack’s newly-cropped hair, feeling the strands against his palm, almost as soft as when he used to sit next to Bob in his high chair smashing banana all over the tray.  “I kept my promise too,”  Bob said.  “I love you.  Unconditionally.  More than anything in the world.  And your mother and I just want to help you be happy, whatever that looks like.”  He smiled warmly at his son, letting all the pride he usually kept a lid on to keep from embarrassing Jack bubble up to the surface.  Jack looked down at his hands.

“How can you not be disappointed?  Look at me.”  Jack’s shoulders hunched in, shrinking him down, and Bob pressed his hand between Jack’s shoulder blades, rubbing circles in the way that always used to put him right to sleep as a child.

“I will always be proud of you, hockey or no.  Because you know what?”  Jack chanced a glance up at his father’s face and was held by his earnest expression.  “Winning the Stanley Cup isn’t even in my top hundred favorite memories anymore.  All of my best memories are with you and your mother.”  Jack didn’t say anything in response, and Bob was learning when to give him space to process, so he stood up, bending back down to kiss his son’s forehead as he snagged the now-soggy bowl of raisin bran from in front of him.

It took a few days for Bob to get a real response from Jack, and in the meantime he just left everything to percolate.  And then one night, Bob just couldn’t seem to fall asleep.  His knee wasn’t quite hurting, but it was on that edge where it just didn’t feel settled, and Alicia had been snoring, and at the back of his head he could feel some kind of humming, like he could feel the tense air in Jack’s room.  He’d gotten himself all worked up mulling that last one over until he had to get out of bed.  He stood in front of Jack’s bedroom door, looking at the light peeking out from below the doorjamb for minutes, listening to the sounds of floorboards creaking occasionally, pages rustling, a keyboard clacking.  After he’d gotten enough of the sounds of Jack just existing on the other side of the door to calm his racing heart, he went to the living room.  

He settled into the couch with a box of crackers and a nature documentary when he heard footsteps creaking on the stairs.  At first, he was expecting Alicia coming to call him back to bed, but the footfalls were too loud for her.  Bob tried not to look surprised when Jack rounded the corner, keeping his eyes carefully trained on Animal Planet.  He held up the crackers in greeting.

“Joining your old man for a midnight snack, eh?”

“Oh.  Um, sure.”  Jack padded over to the couch and made himself comfortable next to Bob, pulling down the afghan from the back of the sofa.  They stare at the TV in silence for a long while before Jack speaks up again, quietly.  “Papa?”

“Yes?”

“So...what exactly was better than winning the cup?”

[kentparsonbirthdaybash]

A Kent Parson Birthday Bash Reading Guide to: Other ships, Rare pairs & Gen Fic

This fic reading guide is a collection of fics with and without Kent ships, of all varieties. All fic is organized by length, and the ratings and descriptions can be found next to and underneath the titles of all fics. Click the title to read!

GEN FIC

“:3″ for TheUnvanquishedZims (Rated G, Gen, Art)

Kent is a cat burglar who has a friendly acquaintanceship with other villains he sees around town, at least until a bunny-themed burglar starts showing him up. Time to teach bunny-boy a lesson... if Kent can catch him, that is. (And does stopping a thief make you a hero? Oh no. Oops.)

“Hold Me in Your Heart” for bookwyrmling (Rated T, Kent & Zimmerparents, 7.6k)

Kent Parson doesn’t need another dad. His own was bad enough. He and his sister have gotten along just fine without one ever since his mom finally kicked that piece of s*** out once and for all. He definitely doesn’t need some ex-hockey star pretending to be a dad to him.

RARE PAIRS

“Avocado Toast” for IprotectKennyP (Rated T, Kent/Snowy, 1.1k)

“You won’t tell anyone, right?”

“That you write romantic poetry or that you’re gay?

In which Kent is oblivious as usual.

“three” for asimpleline18 (Rated T, Kent/Tater/Snowy, 1.5k)

Three's a crowd -- or is it?

��Meet Me When You’re Over Yourself” for palateens (Rated T, Nursey/Kent and Shitty/Lardo/Kent, 4.1k)

Meeting your soulmate is a choice. Some people make it more easily than others.

“always gold” for ladymars (Rated G, Kent/Nursey, 6.1k)

Derek looks like fall; the good parts of it, at least, when the sun is shining through the cracks of red and orange trees, when everything is just a little softer and warmer and nicer. Kent always liked fall best, anyway.

Or: the one where Kent and Derek both visit the park every morning to watch the sunrise, and their lives become infinitely more intertwined.

“you got me wanting you” for blithelybonny (Rated E, Nursey/Kent/Dex, 11.3k)

“Kent – Parson?” Dex said, kind of a squeak. “Like…”

“How many Kent Parsons you know of?” Nursey said. “Yeah, Parson. Number one celeb crush. I’m mad into that douche-ass smirk, man.”

“The People Who Leave Us” for Aj4668 (Rated T, Kent/Ransom and Kent/Swoops and Kent/OMC, 21.5k)

Ransom signs with the Aces because they’re as far away as he can get from Boston. He figures that despite their reputation for playing dirty, they’re the most progressive team in the league. He looks over at Kent, whose face is sullen and lost in a house full of people here to be with him. He wonders if someone could know his entire story without him saying more than a few words.OrThe one where Ransom joins the LV Aces, and Kent sometimes has a grip.

OTHER SHIPS (OCs)

“Yer a Wizard, Parser!” for imamaryanne (Rated T, Kent/OMC, 8.5k)

Sure, Kent Parson is gay. But that’s not his biggest secret.

“find me somebody to love” for niesbixby (Rated T, Kent/OMC and Kent/OFC, 12.6k)

Kent Parson has it all. Money, fame, looks, you name it. The only thing missing in his life? A relationship. He has been single for longer than he likes to admit, and he's turned into the crankiest old person because of it. Of course, his friends notice that, so they do the only thing they know will help: Set Kent up on dates. The only problem? Kent is picky as fuck.

or: five times kent's friends set him up on dates and one time they didn't need to

”It’s Magic” for takumiismypatronus (Rated T, Kent/OMC, 12.6k)

In 2001, Kent Parson reluctantly goes to see the first Harry Potter movie with his sister. He has no idea how much being a Harry Potter fan will change his life, even years later.

This is our last reading guide, which means every fic can either be found through the blog, or our collection here! Thanks to everyone who participated, and a full post with authors revealed will be up tomorrow!

[stewystew]

thinking some thoughts about fictional mothers

[thehockeyhaus]

Will the other 5 phone calls be posted as separate parts? I'm so invested. We need waayyyy more fics about Jack and Shitty's friendship and how Jack's parents became Shitty's parents. So good. Thanks for sharing <3

If you ever got the inspiration to, could you write more headcanons about Shitty and the Zimmermanns? Like do you think Shitty has each of their individual cell numbers and how did he get them if he does? Or something? I ADORE the way you write them and I always think Alicia, Dad Bob, and, to some extent, Shitty are characters that are criminally under-explored in fic.

Alright, anon, you sent this three months ago and so BAD ME for taking this long (especially since I’ve had this idea for like 6 months) and it’s still not done all the way BUT, here it is:

5 Times Shitty Calls the Zimmermanns (& 1 Time They Call Him)

1. February, Freshman Year

It’s strange to think that Alicia Zimmermann used to be one of those people who kept her phone on silent. Not even on vibrate. Sure, the light would flash at her if she got a text or email but there were no alerts or ringtones or alarms. People were always surprised when she told them but, as she told the story often enough, at a certain level she found the beeping and the buzzing entirely too much. It was all she could do to get through ordering a coffee uninterrupted. And even when some of her friends in the fashion industry told her to just buy a second phone–one for work she could keep silent, one for her personal life–she had laughed. She had grown to hate her phone and buying a second seemed completely ridiculous. She would check her messages and emails when she had the time and if people needed her, well then they could just leave a message.

She and Bob had worked out a system. She knew he called her two hours before any game that he had and she called back (and expected to be answered) forty-five minutes after the game. Win or lose. He also called her before and after any plane travel and she liked to text during her lunch break and Jack never was much for talking on the phone but he knew to try Bob’s phone first and she knew that if he were going to call, it would be around 8PM.

That was before, though.

Now… Now Alicia keeps her sound on the highest setting at all times and even if they go to a show, she keeps it on vibrate and in a pocket where she can feel it because she needs to be near her phone, always, because if she’s not, she might miss the call, miss it like she missed the last one that something is wrong, that her life has changed, that Jack has–

She doesn’t think she will ever forgive herself, really, for missing the call from the hospital. And missing the first four from Bob. When she finally called him back (14 minutes after the first call came in), he had been panicking and Jack had been unconscious and both of them had needed her and she was 14 minutes late because she didn’t like being interrupted.

(She’s lucky it was only 14 minutes. She’s lucky she had wanted to look up that one guy’s name from His Gal Friday at that particular moment. Now, she can’t decide if she hates that movie or loves it.)

So as she sits across the counter from Bob, who is narrating his cooking as usual and her ringtone starts blaring from her purse, it’s no longer unusual. People do call her a lot. Bob goes quiet and Alicia glances at the screen (because her ringer is on but you better believe she screens) and its Jack.

It’s 8:45. A little after his usual window, but not too late.

“It’s Jack,” she tells Bob.

“Remind him we land on Wednesday,” Bob tells her, turning back to what she thinks is going to end up as soup at some point.

“Hey, Jack,” she says, nodding and lifting the phone to her ear. “How are–”

“Uh, Mrs. Zimmermann?”

Keep reading

[zimbites]

Montreal was beautiful in the winter. A storm had passed through the week before, dumping snow that piled up on the sides of the street. Christmas lights hung from storefronts, casting shoppers and tourists in a pastel glow.

Jack had planned to start on the readings for his spring semester classes, but the printouts remained in his backpack in favor of staring out the window of the cab.

Mostly, he was just relieved to be home.

His parents were waiting on the front doorstep when he pulled up, looking frozen but happy. They bustled him inside quickly before they each gave him a hug, his mom pulling him close and petting his hair, and his dad seemingly unwilling to let go of his wrist.

Alicia beckoned him over to the couch, and he curled up next to her under the heated blanket, her hand finding its way to his hair again. His parents put on the season of Top Chef they were currently marathoning and opened a bottle of wine, and Jack only spoke to poke fun at their investment in one chef’s storyline. Eventually, Jack drifted off to his mother’s deep breaths and the drone of the television.

His dad shook him awake a short time later, the blue glow of the TV casting dark shadows over the room. He felt like he was a kid again, trying to wait up for his dad after the game ended.

“Envoye, va te coucher,” Bob said with a smile in his voice. He collected his and Alicia’s wine glasses from the coffee table and tapped Jack’s knee with the foot of one. “I can’t carry you up the stairs anymore. I’m an old man now, I’ve got to keep my back in semi-decent shape.”

“You say that like you don’t play full-contact shinny whenever you get the chance.” Bob chuckled and pulled Jack up by the hand. They climbed the stairs together, Jack’s legs still a little asleep, and Bob hummed a country tune under his breath as he pushed Jack into his bedroom.

It was the same as he left it in August, besides a Samwell banner over the desk and his Samwell jersey on the wall where the old Rimouski one once hung. Bob caught Jack squinting at it, wondering where his old jersey went, and tilted his head to look at it.

“Figured it was time we updated it, eh? We can put Rimouski up with my old jerseys downstairs, but in here--.” Bob thunked the glass with his knuckle. “I think we should focus on the present.”

“...good night Papa.”

“Night, Jack.”

- Not Like Them