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sharpies and soulmates 

by@peach-p0t (peach_pot on ao3)

Fandom: Check Please!

Pairing: zimbits

Additional Tags: 

  • Alternate Universe - Soulmates
  • Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting
  • NHL Player Jack Zimmermann
  • Writing on Skin
  • One Shot

Words: 2030

Summary: 

“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.

universal guide on setting your friends up together by Blepbean

Fandoms:Check Please! (Webcomic)  

05 Apr 2021

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Summary

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.“

Language: English Words: 35,843 Chapters: 14/14 

Preview #15:

@missweber

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?

Posting for the FYFW event starts on April 5th, stay tuned !

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