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I’m a girl with a crush on another girl.

Am I being selfish if I’m not trying hard to get over her? Am I being selfish if I want her around constantly, always, just so I can see her smile and hear her laugh? Am I being selfish for wanting her in my bed and only my bed, even if it’s just platonic?

I’ve told her more about myself than I ever thought I’d tell anyone. I’ve thrown all my stupid insecurities, dreams and aspiration for the future, and little, trivial thoughts, at her feet and she didn’t step on a single one.

We stayed up until 5am last night and even though I was exhausted, I couldn’t think of a place I wanted to be at more.

She called me by my nickname for the first time sober today, and my heart skipped a beat.

Help, I think I’ve got it bad.

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Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my GOD. Why did you do this to me, Lord. She was supposed to be straight so I’d never have to think about or deal with this. I’m imagining her bringing over someone and I’m DYING inside. So yeah, you had to just go and do that and now have me question if something could happen, if it should happen or if it ever will cause she told me she didn’t know her type and good god what if her type isn’t me, it isn’t A so for all I know it’s like the complete opposite of me. Which would just be so horrible cause I like her so much and if we stopped talking I’d actually die. I think I’d die. And I’d rather have her in my life, being one of my good friends with a smoking hot girlfriend, than not be in my life at all. Tho the girlfriend thing would be really hard.

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When do little things become big things? You go about your day to day doing all these little things, ignoring all these little things, and then suddenly those little things turn big and you’re staring at something you didn’t wanna know about yourself, but you’ve known it the whole time, you just didn’t wanna know it. And when you say drop it there isn’t anything you can drop because your mind is like a dog and dogs don’t let go when they find a stick they like, they just keep tugging. People are like that too. They just keep tugging. But what do they do when you only want them to half stop tugging? Could I have played it off and just laughed and said that I had a mini, fake crush on Matt? Probably. So why didn’t I? Cause I’m stupid and a little embarrassed, that’s why.

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★ Notes on Year 4, Comic 7 - Haze by Hazewest ★

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AU suggestion

Bitty is trapped in a TJ Maxx for a thousand years

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ZIMBITS au where jack is a photographer who fell in love with the model bitty hes shooting at the moment but bitty is rumored to be a playboy so jack's just pining

Hmmm Zimbits future AU where Jack has retired a bit early from the NHL due to unknown reasons and starts doing photography? Is that okay? I’m going to run with that but if it’s the opposite of what you want message me again and I’ll rewrite it hahahaha.

Also this… maybe got away from me? So it’s going under a cut because wow it got long holy moly.

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Jack didn’t really get nervous about his photo shoots anymore. He never really got nervous because of the clientele to begin with. He was a retired NHL player, he grew up around the rich and famous, he played with the rich and famous, he unfortunately had to schmooze with the rich and famous on occasion as well. So rich and famous clientele had never been the problem. Nervous about taking pictures that were perfect had been the problem. But Jack was thinking he was going to have to reevaluate that because here he was, sweaty palms, because of his clientele. 

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Bless Your Heart

Summary:  Rookie Falconer, Sam, finds himself flirting with a cute stranger at a Falconers’ staff party. Tater and Jack are stinkers. Third-Party Embarrassment galore. Also on AO3…  

It was always a bit unnerving, the number of people, the raucous laughter, the almost-too-sexy-for-a-family-event dancing. And yet everyone was so beautiful… Sam couldn’t believe he was a part of it all. He smiled to himself.

“Hey, Nunzio, don’t get too wasted! The party just started,” Poots yelled out at the rookie.

“It’s just my first glass,” Sam yelled back and laughed.

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What is the history and the future of The Couch?

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Where is my Tango x Whiskey Romeo & Juliet (With a happy ending) fic? It has the whole damn set up with the Hockey x Lacrosse rivalry please I need it!

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reporter: Jack, how does it feel to be the first openly gay Stanley Cup champion?

Jack, a bisexual: i wouldn't know

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ok so we all know and love the posts about accidental trophy husband jack zimmermann, but just CONSIDER: (this is kinda long but i didn’t know where to put a cut SORRY)

jack has already reached his full form as successful bitty’s trophy husband. the most interesting question he gets asked (besides like, workout questions) at fancy events with bitty is ‘who are you wearing?’

so, bc he wants to have an answer, he learns who he’s wearing every time. and then, because it’s good to have varied conversation topics and all of his conversation starters generally fall into the category of ‘bitty’, he starts paying more attention to the clothes. when someone hands a suit to him and rattles off a list of reasons why it’ll be flattering, he listens

and he’s jack zimmermann, and when he listens, he learns. he learns about fashion. he learns about how clothes are made, and cut, and fitted. he learns a metric fuck ton of stuff

cue jack becoming known in bitty’s circles as The Guy Who You Talk To About Clothes. (he is, to a lesser extent, known in nhl circles as the same person, but they also want to talk to him about hockey)

needless to say his mom’s model friends are delighted

and then the next time he commissions a suit, the designer is like ‘yo, you seem to know what you’re talking about, why don’t we collaborate on this so u have more input?’ and jack is like oh hell yes i love having input and an ability to impact what i wear so he agrees

and he l o v e s it

he gets sO INTO IT. he and this designer collaborate on the suit and then he’s like ‘well fuck that was awesome and it’s offseason, want to do that again?’ and the designer is like sure bc jack is famous and wealthy and competent so ofc

accidental fashion designer jack zimmermann

when he retires from hockey everyone at bitty’s events is like ‘u played hockey??? i thought u were a fashion designer’

and then he’s like ‘hm that idea has merit’ and he’s retired but he works harder than god so he needs something to do. so he does a line of black tie menswear. and then business wear. and works his way down to casual and when he gets to athletic clothing he is SO PUMPED

and the thing is that the clothes are popular!! he designs suits for women. after some consultation with various people, he also designs suits that are intended to emphasize a masculine figure, and a feminine one, sells those too, jack is rlly becoming known for two things: classy and well-made suits, and UGLY ASS SHOES (it’s an in-joke, but he always makes sure that with every season he releases a new pair of shoes that are just. fucking hideous. and he WEARS THEM)

alicia wears his suits to every event she goes to. so does bob. shitty is the best-dressed lawyer on the planet. u get the picture

anyway. accidental fashion mogul jack zimmermann

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Okay okay, so ya know what would be awesome? A zimbits "The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the ass crack of dawn". I dunno, I just really really wanna see something like this for zimbits

“I’m gonna kill him,”Bitty groaned into the phone as he fought against the urge to kneel down infront of the coffee maker and beg it to drip faster.

“Little bro, you knowRansom and I are down to help you hide the body,” Holster assured him.

“Are you sure youcan’t come over and, like, strategically loom over him? As he’s leaving to dowhatever it is he does at this godforsaken hour?”

“I feel used, Bitty.Used for my height.”

“Well, it’s gotta begood for something,” Bitty said waspishly. He might have apologized for it ifHolster hadn’t called him “little bro” before he’d even had caffeine. Uselessgiant anyway. “It isn’t fair,” he added, and yes, he could admit that he waswhining now, but the situation called for it. “When I decided not to actuallywork at a bakery, not being woken at the ass-crack of dawn was supposed to beone of the major plusses. Why is he doing this to me?”

“Have you even methim?” Ransom asked. Bitty wasn’t even sure when Holster had passed him thephone. “Are you even sure it is a him?”

“No, I haven’t met him, but I did see himleaving the building one morning. It was definitely a him. But all I saw washis stupid Falconers’ cap.”

“At least you knowhe’s a hockey fan!”

“That is not nearlyenough to make up for an alarm at 5am everymorning. Even on the weekends, Ransom. There is nothing that can balancethat out. He’d have to be… I dunno, a saint. Sculpted by Michelangelo himself.With the personality of a Golden Retriever.”

“Mm-hmm. Good luckwith that.”

“Oh, whatever. Go towork, the two of you.”

The coffee maker wasfinally done. It was his only real friend.

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big idiots

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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?”

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prompt: high school au nurseydex with bad boy nursey and science nerd dex (if there isn’t at least one sneaking in through the window scene i will be so sad) please? i love your writing so much you have such a wonderfully firm grasp on them as characters i just think you’re great!

It’s midnight, and Will is halfway through a physics problem set when something hits his window. He shrugs it off, trying to focus on the ideal gas law, but then it happens again. And again. And again, and again. Finally, he gets up, walks to the window, and nearly chokes on his tongue when he sees Derek Nurse outside his house, throwing rocks at his window like some high school rom-com hero.

“What the fuck,” Will whispers to himself.

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Imagine Samwell Junior Derek Malik Nurse coming back to school all excited, thinking he’s gonna be Samwell’s most beautiful now that Ransom has graduated, when Chris Franklin Chow comes back from summer break with the Samwell Chop.

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Awww, Jack made a friend at summer camp! 

“Yeah, I sat with Zimmermann during lunch for a week. Now, where’s his boyfriend? I hear that guy makes some good jam…”