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i think if shitty and jack started at samwell together in 2019 jack's nickname would be "zimbo" (zimm + himbo) and shitty would come up with it on the very first day. slam dunk no brainer

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this is literally exactly the feeling of finishing your thesis

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People are joking about how Bitty jumps off the ice to check this guy, but I think we’re forgetting that he’s literally a champion figure skater. Bitty has mad jump force. He’s tackling this guy with the amount of muscle it takes to launch an eighth grader as high as he is tall

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Check Please AU Idea

What if Bitty realized that he couldn’t take a check much earlier on and he ended up playing goalie for his high school club? He still ends up at Samwell, but under Johnson. He’s quick and agile. Can easily do the splits. And every one just passes off the baking obsession with being a “goalie thing”. 

Fast forward to him playing in a beer league in Providence. The Falconers (as all teams do) have their pulse on the local teams and have asked him to be their EBUG. He loves it. He gets to bring his gear to all the games, watch from the press box, it’s great. Sometimes, he even gets to warm up with the guys. 

Then, the unthinkable happens. Snowy is injured and the back up knows he’s getting the net. No biggie, but their usual pull ups from their AHL affiliate are on a roadie in Bakersfield. So, he gets to suit up and stretch out before the game. Which is all well and good. The back ups will be on a plane that evening and in Providence by the next day. Bitty figures he’ll get to watch from the bench and is practically vibrating with excitement. He’s 5′7″ (so he fudged the number just a touch) and it’s not completely unheard of to have such a short goalie. Toronto’s actual back up is 5′7″. Then, 5 minutes left in the second period and the Falc’s number two goalie goes down, hard. The trainers have to help him off the ice. 

Bitty’s eyes go wide as the Falconer’s Head Coach turns to him and slaps him on the back. “Guess you’re it, kid.”

The goalie coach tries to impart a bit of wisdom in his ear about not over-committing, try not to leave the crease, and for fuck’s sake don’t try to make a clever play that shit’s reserved for crazy people like Flower. 

Bitty skates onto the ice and he knows people in the booths are trying to find out anything and everything they can about him as quickly as possible. Considering his current job description is baker … well, he hopes he does good enough that they aren’t cursing his name by the end of the night.

The rest of the Falcs lineup come out and tap him on the helmet. He overhears Zimmermann whisper to Mashkov, “He’s so small.”

Tater chuckles, “You worry too much, Zimmboni. We up by two.”

The five minutes remaining of the second period are a bit of a blur. The Falcs were determined to not let anything get past their blue line to challenge him, and he had to admit that he didn’t really mind that at all.

Then came intermission. He didn’t really chat much with the guys. Marty and Thirdy came over and gave him some rather inspirational quotes about it not mattering how he got there, that he was officially an NHL player. Then, the goalie coach came over and got to work trying to help him make a couple of tweaks from what he could remember from warm ups and the tape he had pulled out of thin air from Samwell and the beer league.

Third period was a very different period. It seemed that the Whalers had decided that they could get an easy win in twenty minutes and make up for being down two on the EBUG. And it was brutal. Bitty stopped 15 shots in those twenty minutes. And for the life of him, he couldn’t have said how. He just knew that he��d be sore in places he didn’t realize he had for the next week.

He about cried when he was told that he got a star of the game and got to go out and pass off a stick to a fan. And he did cry when the crowd gave him a standing ovation. 

The next day, at work, was wild. The owner changed their normal satellite radio channel to NHL Radio. Every time his name was mentioned, or “the baker from Providence”, the regular customers would cheer and clap. It was enough to make Bitty blush and want to hide behind the counter. But, it was a regular enough day until mid-afternoon when two large men strode in the door.

“I am telling you. We want to eat whatever little goalie is making if he moves like that. I am hoping he recommends blueberry for leg over head move.”

“You’re mother is a figure skater, Tater. I’m sure you know a better name for it than that.”

“I do. It is arabesque. But, simple hockey jocks from uncivilized countries that do not appreciate ballet not so likely to know word. I simplify for you.”

Bitty tried to retreat to the kitchen when he was caught, spun around and presented to the Falconers like one of his prize winning apple pies. “Boys, I hope you are looking for our local celebrity.”

Mashkov cheered. “Little goalie! It is nice to see face! What you think Zimmboni?”

Jack nodded. “Thanks. You really came through for us.”

Tater grunted in dissatisfaction. “All you have? He stop total of 16 shots from arch-enemy Whalers and you just have thanks?” Tater shook his head. “Want to invite you to practice for week. Work with goalie coach and make better. Then, maybe take to dinner. Don’t you think, Jack?”

“What?” Jack’s eyes were as big as saucers.

“I say you take cute little baker to dinner after practice. You said after game that ‘was shame such pretty eyes covered by so much mask’. I fix for you.”

Jack’s jaw dropped and he tried to splutter out any excuse that he could muster. Instead all he managed was, “But I don’t even know what he likes to eat.”

Bitty had quickly realized that hardass Jack Zimmermann was actually a giant dork and he was being prodded in the back by his meddling boss. “I haven’t eaten at Giordian’s yet. I’ve heard it is nearly impossible to get a reservation.”

Tater slapped Jack on the back and grabbed him by the arm. “See! Now you have date with cute goalie. Say thank you Tater.”

“Thank you, Tater?” Jack managed, but still solidly confused by what had just happened.

“Bye, little goalie! See you tomorrow for practice!”

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Me: “I love lace. I want to add lace to everything.”

Also me: “Lace is tedious” *scribbles* “…..that’s fine.”

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i mean theres like a 96% change that jack was actually born in Pittsburgh since thats where his dad was playing at the time right? whos to say that jack didnt spend the first 4 or so years of his life in the steel city before his parents moved to montreal....... what im saying is everyone loses their shit when he drops a "yinz"in the group chat

Jack Zimmermann, 5 years into his marriage: Hey. Hey Bitty. Listen to what I can do. *one sentence in a perfect Pittsburgh accent*

Bitty: Who are you

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How to Self Rescue in the Event you Fall Through Frozen Ice

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Ok so I am not sure if people graduating from collage get some sort of yearbook, etc but let’s assume the Samwell program/website includes the name of all people graduating and a quote.

Jack picks some historical figure, very inspiring, etc.

Shitty’s quote:

“Get the @$% out of my room!” - Jack Zimmermann

Jack rolls his eyes.

Next year quotes:

Ransom: “I love it here at Samwell. We have a great group of guys and we’re ready for a strong season.” - Jack Zimmermann

(Incidentally the most common quote he gave while in Samwell and the most common quote he gives in Falconers interviews. There’s a meme.)

Holster: “It wasn’t cruel.” - Jack Zimmermann on regards to his CRUEL SHEEP EMPIRE.

(That’s exactly how he wrote the quote.)

Lardo: “I could be a cat.” - Jack Zimmermann

(Said when picking his Halloween costume but no context explained, so make of that what you will.)

All the members of the hockey team that knew Jack put a quote, no matter how random.

Jack hangs his head and covers his face, knowing this will come up I every interview he has for the next month.

Year after that, Bitty has a hard time picking a quote because there’s just too many. He goes for a classic.

“Eat more protein,” Jack Zimmermann

(It was either that or I love you.)

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Ngozi: does that

Me:

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mmmmm so don’t trust anyone Ngozi backlights in green, got it

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My only coherent thought right after 4.12

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Jack tries to write a country song for Bitty

In a thick Canadian accent: “yeehaw…. I love you”

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Me: I just sometimes get so stressed that I just want to screech

My Therapist: Then do it.

Me: I’m sorry?

My Therapist: Primal screeching is one way of completing your stress cycle, do it. Be mindful of where you are, I usually do it in my car, but yeah. Go for it.

Me: Ah- Oh.

My Therapist: Holding that kind of thing in is what’s locking you into that stress state. Screeching, running, dancing, that tells your body they the danger has passed and you’ll relax. Since you have a lifetime of that shit locked away, it’ll take a sec but yeah. Screech if you want to.

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