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Welcome to the newest season of The Bachelorette. After the heartbreak she experienced last season, April is back and ready for love. Watch along as April and this group of men go on the journey of a lifetime to find love. But as with any journey, it isn’t always a straight path. Heartbreak and drama abound, including something never before seen in the history of Bachelor Nation…
It’s Only a Change of Time (2446 words) by Sophia_Prester Chapters: 1/15 Fandom:Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eric “Bitty” Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, past jack/kent - Relationship, offscreen Jack Zimmermann/Camilla Collins Characters: Jack Zimmermann, John Johnson (Check Please!), Eric “Bitty” Bittle, Shitty Knight, Kent “Parse” Parson, Coach Hall (Check Please!), Bob Zimmermann, Alicia Zimmermann Additional Tags: Stanley Cup magic AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Psychological Horror, Non-Linear Narrative, Alternate Histories, Metaphysical Shenanigans, references to drug abuse, Rehab, memory problems, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Unrequited Love, Temporary Character Death, Violence, Injury, hockey history, RL players are mentioned/used for plot purposes but do not actually appear, Fluff Summary:
Every hockey player knows the Stanley Cup is supposed to be magic.
Most of them know the stories about wishes and curses and visions of things that never happened.
A few players know for themselves what the Cup’s magic can do.
What no one knows is what the Cup’s magic is.
What it is, is old. Powerful. Dangerous.
And it has been waiting for someone like Jack Zimmermann for a very long time.
Too bad Jack can’t remember why. Or what he’s supposed to do about it.
Bob tried to open his eyes. It was way too early – but there was an alarm ringing, and it was loud.
Half unconscious, he tried to reach for the alarm clock on the bedside table. He had no such luck. Slowly, he opened his eyes – the alarm clock was right there, a fancy new thing with red digital numbers flaring at him, but the sound wasn’t coming from it.
Bob felt his heart stopping when suddenly, he felt an arm on his shoulder, and saw another reach the bedside table to take a little black… TV? Watch?, touch it, and stop the noise instantly. The person then dropped the screen and went back immediately under the covers, before literally kicking Bob out of the bed, groaning.
One fateful day at world juniors, Alexei spots the most beautiful guy he’s ever seen. He can’t say anything, unless he wants to out himself to his Russian teammates. The guy then gives him the jersey off his back to remember him by. Thus begins Alexei Mashkov’s incurable obsession with a certain Kent Parson…
5 times Alexei received or stole one of Kent’s shirts and 1 time Kent took his. ( Marginally less weird than it sounds)
Summary: When Jack met Bitty at the Paradise Found club, he thought he had found a perfect dance partner—then one misunderstanding caused things to fall apart. A story about what happens when you misjudge someone but eventually open yourself up to friendship and love.
Characters: Jack Zimmermann, Eric Bittle, Shitty Knight, Lardo Duan, Tater Mashkov
Tags: Enemies to Friends, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, First Impressions, falling in like, Bitty is a Little Shit, tater is a wingman, shitty and lardo are wingpeople, getting to know people a tiny Pride and Prejudice influence, pining, Awkward Jack, they both eventually get with the program
“You’re trying to bribe me into makin’ a fool of myself in from of Jack Zimmermann?” “Is it working?”
Bitty is offered $100 by his teammates if only he can get the Jack Zimmermann to sign his forehead after a Falcs game. He can’t just let that cash go down the drain.
Rans takes a gulping breath. “Holtzy, I don’t wanna freak you out,” he says, unsteady in a way that definitely freaks Holster out, “but I think I’m legit hallucinating things. Like, I honestly thought I saw Chris Chow in our fucking laundry room.”
Additional tags: Alternate Universe - Hockey, NHL Player Chris “Chowder” Chow, Getting Together, Polyamory.
It’s near the Screw dance and the frogs are on edge, just after Chowder bumps into Farmer, Nursey and Dex spin up a plan to set the two of them up together using a twitter thread from Bitty’s old twitter. It sends a chain reaction with everyone trying to set everyone up together, including Holster and Ransom. What follows as a simple plan turns into something that can be dangerous, with the chaos of everyone setting each other up and potentially letting some feelings come through.
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“So you’re asking me for help,” Nursey points his finger at Chowder in the distance, “to set up Chowder with the girl.”
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“—so we set them up!” Farmer says, her lips turning into a bright smile, her face lighting up like the sun, “or atleast get them closer together, and even if they don’t end up dating they’ll end—”
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“Dude, he probably swings a bat at anyone that comes close to him. But what if we—”
“—try to set Nursey and Dex up. But also—”
“—Chowder and that other girl,” Ransom finishes, “setting up the frogs. Man, you like never run out of ideas.“
Pairing: Adam “Holster” Birkholtz/Justin “Ransom” Oluransi
No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Amnesia, Concussions, Med Student Justin “Ransom” Oluransi, Feelings Realization, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary:
Justin’s in his third year of medical school, pulling a late shift when he gets paged down to the Emergency Department. Adam has taken a hard check during a hockey rec league game and Justin is horrified to discover that his best bro and favorite person in the whole world can no longer recognize him. If Adam gets through this, Justin will never let him go again.
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He glared at the desk, eyes widening when he saw a post-it with remember bittle scrawled on itin his own handwriting. For some unremembered reason, he had underlined it three times. He scoffed.
Right. ‘Remember Bittle.’ As if he could forget after yesterday’s shit-show.
Jack ignored the note (and the guilt) and prodded at his hand. He hoped like hell he hadn’t broken anything. That was the last thing he needed this early in the season. Not when he still had so much to prove. Not when he had to re-build the bridges he no doubt burned in Vancouver and Pittsburgh when he elected to stay at Samwell another year instead of accepting either team’s offer to play this season.
That, plus Papa’s visit yesterday, explained the dream he’d just woken from. Of course he would dream about winning the Cup. He rolled a phantom ache from his shoulder as he tried—and failed—to cling to the feeling of what it was like to hold the Cup overhead.
He laughed bitterly under his breath. Classic wish fulfillment, he heard in his therapist’s voice, even though he was fairly certain she had never said anything like that.
But if that was true, then how fucked up was it that he was wearing a Falconers jersey? The Falcs weren’t anywhere near being on his shortlist and the closest they had come to the Cup was last season. Not that squeaking past the Islanders into a wildcard spot only to be swept by the Pens in the first round counted as close.
He’d sooner go to Arizona than to Providence, so what the hell was his anxiety trying to get him to believe this time? That the best he could hope for anymore was a team that was halfway to being a punchline?
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“Wait, bro,” Ransom says to Holster. “What if we do that link arm thing and feed it to each other?”
“What, like a married couple?” Holster asks. “Fuckin’ sick dude! Hell yeah.” Bitty watches as they both scoop up bites of pie and twist their arms together, laughing as they fight to shove their forks into each other’s mouths. He rolls his eyes.
“Really, boys,” he sighs, “you two are gayer than Jack and I.”
“Dude, don’t judge our bromance!” Holster tells him through a mouthful of pie.
“Well, y'all are slowly starting to take the ‘b’ out of it.”
“Nah, Bits,” Ransom says after finishing his bite. “This is a sure 'b’ romance.”
“Uh-huh,” Bitty says, deadpan. “Y'all are shapin’ up to be two solid bromosexuals in a bromantic relationship.” Ransom and Holster snap to look at each other, fire blazing in their eyes. Bitty sighs loudly, taking their plates. Holster drops from the barstool onto one knee, holding Ransom’s hand.
“Bromeo, Bromeo, I love you, no homeo,” Holster says dramatically. Ransom swoons.
“Oh dear Lord,” Bitty groans, leaving their half-cleaned plates in the sink.
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“I’m only here for a bit, you know?” Chow is saying with a gloomy shrug when Holster successfully checks back into reality without having actually screeched out loud.
At the exact same time, with just as much outraged bluster, Ransom starts, “I think you’ll find with a save percentage like–”
They both realise at the same moment that they are defending Chris Chow to Chris Chow, not to some dumb bro who doesn’t get the artistry of being a goalie, and Holster can feel his entire upper body flush. Ransom’s teeth clack he shuts his mouth so fast.
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Ryan D: You aren’t here for the right reasons! I’m serious about finding love, but you’re just treating this like a game.
Ransom: I don’t know what the f— you’re talking about! I’ve been committed to April since day one. And she knows that.
Ryan D: Yeah, then why are you attached to Adam 24/7?
[Ransom pauses, shock and hurt flashing across his face.]
Ryan D: I’m glad you’ve made friends here or whatever, but April deserves undivided attention, and she needs to know that you’re not giving that to her.
[Cut to April shuts the door of an SUV, and turns away wiping tears from her eyes. The SUV drives off without the audience seeing who is inside.]
Nick: Did she just…
Holster: [looks stricken] I think she sent him home.
Chris Harrison VO: And coming up, a twist never before seen in Bachelor history.
Holster in interview: It’s crazy to say it, but I have found love here on this journey. I’ve never been this happy. And I need to no longer be afraid to express how I really feel.
[April is standing next to a table with only a few roses on it, looking nervous. She picks up the first one, but before she can say anything Holster steps forward.]
Holster: I’m so sorry April, but there’s something I need to say.
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Bob tried to open his eyes. It was way too early – but there was an alarm ringing, and it was loud.
Half unconscious, he tried to reach for the alarm clock on the bedside table. He had no such chance. Slowly, he opened his eyes – the alarm clock was right there, a fancy new thing with red digital numbers flaring at him, but the sound wasn’t coming from it.
Bob felt his heart stopping when suddenly, he felt an arm on his shoulder, and saw another reach the bedside table to take a little black… TV? Watch?, touch it, and stop the noise instantly. The person then dropped the screen and went back immediately under the covers, before literally kicking Bob out of the bed, groaning.
Okay.
That wasn’t Alicia.
And that wasn’t their bedroom.
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Inspired by @omgcpausandstuff’s prompt: “ What if Jack goes for a run whenever he needs to sort out his thoughts? There are a lot of points in canon where Jack must have a lot on his mind - when he decides to help Bitty with checking, after “lucky shot”, when Bitty gets injured, after Epikegster, etc. and I’d love to see that explored with this framing.“
Jack would rather not do something,anything in his parents’ house, where they can wander into the room to keep an eye on him under the guise of watching the news or preparing a snack. When he told this to his therapist, she suggested running.
It takes him a little while to dig his running shoes out from under a pile of clothes in his closet, a pair of Nikes he bought because Kent had them and they looked cool. There’s some relief in knowing his shoes, at least, still fit. The plain black Under Armour t-shirt and basketball shorts he’s put on for this run hang off of his body; he doesn’t have to see his own reflection in a mirror to know he’s lost an alarming amount of weight.
Jack can hear his mother on the phone in her office and the sound of ESPN coming from the home gym indicates his father is in the middle of a workout, so he doesn’t interrupt them to tell him he’s going out. He just walks out the front door, letting it slam behind him.
He stands at the edge of the driveway for a minute, looking up and down the quiet street. He takes a few deep breaths, unsure of how to start, until he realizes it’s just running. How hard can it be?
Three blocks in, Jack decides he hates running.
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Alexei Mashkov/Kent Parson, Rated M, : 5 times Alexei thirsted over Kent Parson and one time Kent thirsted for Alexei
His eyes again locked on Parson, still wearing his jersey and gold medal. Sitting with some of his team at a big table. Alexei watched as Parson ate, or rather, he took a bite, then started talking. He was laughing and chatting much more than eating. Alexei was transfixed by Parson’s face. He watched his jaw bob as he talked with his mouthful of food, occasionally interrupted with a flash of a smile or a laugh. In short, he was mesmerized. Huh, Parson was looking this way, furrowing his brow, smirking.
Alexei was so focused on his face he didn’t immediately notice Parson heading his way.
“Oh hello!” He responded cheerily when he realized Parson was now right in front of him.
Kent smiled back, “Yeah, I noticed you looking. See something you like?”
Alexei, nervous, spat out a phrase to see if he still remembered English. “Yes, like shirt,” evidently, he remembered only the barest concept of the language.
“Oh, well in that case, you can keep it.” In an instant, Parson quickly stripped the jersey off and was handing it to him. He was now bare chested save the gold medal around his neck.
“Just fuck me up” Was what the pull in his lower half wanted to say. Nothing polite he could voice in front of his team. His mind was a blur of filth and desire.
“Want it signed?”
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The look Kent was giving him was equal parts confused and angry. An unspoken, What the hell, Jack? left hanging in the air.
Embarrassment threatened to flood his face—the fringes of panic tickled in his chest. “It’s just—I mean—you’ve collected them for years, and—“
“Zimms,” Kent cut him off, his voice overly soft. He put his hand on Jack’s knee, giving it a light squeeze. He was giving him that overly understanding, sickeningly sympathetic smile that told Jack he’d again fucked up at being a regular human being. “They’re juststickers.”
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“Welcome to the Haus,” a voice from above them says. They jump a foot in the air. Ollie looks up, and another boy with matted hair and crazy eyes is perched in a tree. “It’s where they keep us.”
“What do you mean?” Ollie asks. “We’re here to train.”
The boy laughs, and it’s crazy. “Bull. Shit. We don’t train. This is where they keep the powerful ones, the ones who can do shit. The dangerous ones. The other kids get to fuck the fuck off home or stay and join the military and be heroes. Us, we get to sit on our asses and try not to die every five days.”
“Who are you?” The other kid asks, voice small and insecure.
“Name’s Shitty,” the boy says, and swings down to the ground. His hands are bloody. “Welcome to Samwell.”
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“Derek,” he says softly, but shaky at the vowels, like his heart is too full to take in anymore love, or maybe it’s not used to it.
Nursey steps into Dex’s space, because if they’re ending whatever they had in the first place—which was just nothing but malice that could turn into something else—he’ll be the one to do it, “tell me to leave. Tell me to fuck off. I’ll make it easier for the both of us and I’ll leave the team, you’ll find someone a new d-partner to hate and you will never have to see me again.”
“Fuck you,” his voice is now shaking, he takes Nursey’s turtleneck and grabs a handful of it, knuckles going white, veins showing.
“Tell me to leave,” Nursey says, a faint smile on his lips, because he thinks that he’ll never ever get tired of this bastard, “and I’ll go.”
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Dex was about to just give up and launch something at random when an icon catches his eye. The text is in a white flowy font on a black background, the sides crowned by matching twigs of laurel, and Dex recognizes the name of that show from the flyer he was given. He snorts a bit at the punny name. It’s a Shitty-level pun, in all sense of the term. But, well… A late night show sounds like just the kind of thing he needs right now.
Dex clicks on the icon and picks the latest episode, “Dark Matter Coffee,” settling back down on his pillows as the intro plays and sponsors of the campus radio are listed by a chirpy female voice. Then suddenly he hears it.
“Good evening my fellow night wellies and welcome to Nurseyng your soul, the chillest show on the campus radio. Tonight, we will travel through space and see stars…”
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Summary: When Jack met Bitty at the Paradise Found club, he thought he had found a perfect dance partner—then one misunderstanding caused things to fall apart. A story about what happens when you misjudge someone but eventually open yourself up to friendship and love.
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“You’re looking great for someone who just hit his head.” Justin smiles at him. He’ll need a head CT and they’ll have to keep an eye on the ringing in his ears, but with any luck Holster will go home tonight with nothing more than a headache and a good story to tell.
“You’re looking great.” Holster raises one eyebrow in an uncharacteristically smarmy expression.
Huh. Holster might be a little loopier than Justin had realized. “Uh, thanks?”
“There’s just one thing I don’t understand,” Holster continues. “How did I get lucky enough to get the hottest doctor in the hospital?”
“Um… my resident paged me when you came in?” A horrifying thought occurs to Justin. He slaps his hand over his name badge. “Adam? What’s my name?”
Holster glances at Justin’s chest where his name badge should be and then back to his face. “Uh… Dr. McDreamy?”
Justin slowly drops his hand, his mind reeling. “You don’t know me?”
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But once Shitty told Bitty in front of half the team that he should get his forehead signed, they were quick to all pressure him into it, making him promise to have the sharpie with him when he asked.
“I am not doing that,” he insisted in the moment, handing the sharpie back after Shitty had forced it into his hands.
“Come on, Bitty, if you don’t we will pick on you forever for it,” Ransom said.
“Y’all already pick on me.”
“How ‘bout this?” Shitty said, handing the sharpie back. “I’ll bet you 20 bucks you won’t do it.”
“You’re trying to bribe me into makin’ a fool of myself in from of Jack Zimmermann?”
“Is it working?”
“No!” Bitty tried handing the sharpie back one last time, but Shitty moved his hands away.
“Alright, how’s 40 then? Holster will pay 20.”
“Hey, I didn’t agree to that!” Holster said.
“I’ll add some, too,” Ransom added, and soon enough, there was $100 waiting for Bitty if he could just get Jack Zimmermann to sign his forehead.
He couldn’t just let $100 go down the drain.
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