Fake Fic Summaries 7/?, the Check, Please! edition (2015-10-10)

itsybittle:

jacksgreysays:

A/N1: @omgcheckplease and it’s fandom are so freaking cute and I just can’t, ugh.

So here are three plot bunnies which I would kind of like to see, but don’t have a fully formed idea nor the ability to do them justice. If anyone would like to adopt them, go for it (and I would totally love to beta/brainstorm with you).

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1) Untitled “High Fantasy”* AU

In which the son of the Elf King has slain trolls and dragons, but fumbles in the face of a tiny creature known only as a hobbit.

Basically, the Canadians are elves, and the further south you go the shorter the races get. Therefore, Jack and Ransom are Elves; Holster, Shitty, and Nursey are Human; Lardo and Dex are dwarves; and Bitty is a hobbit. I’m unsure whether or not Chowder should be a dwarf or human…

Um, but, basically… I had some very strong Bagginshield feelings even before reading CP and it certainly didn’t get any weaker after. But since one of my guilty pleasures about Jack and Bitty’s relationship is their ludicrous height difference, I figured Jack ought to be an elf instead of a dwarf.

Also, since Jack was canonically an ugly baby/chubby kid/awkward teenager, it’s super hilarious if he’s an elf who are usually characterized by their ethereal beauty.

I don’t really have a plot in mind, though, just the idea of throwing the Haus (+Frogs) into the “high fantasy” setting and letting hilarious cultural misunderstandings get in the way of an elf/hobbit relationship. I love cultural misunderstandings as a romantic comedy trope.

*[“High Fantasy” is pretty much Lord of the Rings without specifically being Tolkien’s world–for example, an entirely, unrelated world with magic and such and a separate set of universal rules. Uh, in contrast there is “low fantasy” which would be Harry Potter–in that there is magic set in the ‘real’ world; so there are extra rules but those are on top of what already exist. Arguably a high fantasy world could be completely underwater and instead of light/visual cues people use telepathy and sonar. Whereas, if there happened to be a story in which a “normal” person met a mermaid who lives at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean and uses telepathy and sonar, that would be low fantasy.]

2) In Which Bitty Is A Ghost

Or, rather, in which Bitty cannot be heard or seen by anyone alive, nor can he touch anything. How is he supposed to bake during this time of crisis?

Featuring: a disturbing lack of hockey or pies, Jenny and Mandy the sorority Haus ghosts, and Jack Zimmermann’s butt being better at emoting than him.

Never fear, Bitty is not actually dead. He’s just in a coma. And his consciousness is for some reason stuck in the Haus (or wherever Jack is, but Bitty doesn’t want to distract him from his first year in the NHL… even if Jack is the only one to sort of perceive him).

Uh, I just had some world-building details in mind… like, the reason why Jenny and Mandy hang around Ransom so much (besides him being very good looking) is because he kind of gives off an aura which strengthens them. Enough to write in a steamy mirror, anyway.

And the two of them are very helpful with teaching Bitty how to be a ghost. Not so much how to get him to stop being a ghost.

Now, I’m not saying true love’s kiss is the answer, but I don’t know what else it might be.

3) Untitled… I don’t even know… Celebrity!CanonDivergence!AU

I have no summary or title for this particular fake fic, just a brainstorm. So here:

It’s a canon divergence AU in which Jack doesn’t step up his wooing of Bitty, because he doesn’t think he can handle the pressure of being the first out NHL player.

So, probably, a few years pass. Bitty also graduates with a major in American Studies / Food Anthropology / something that allows him to essentially do his vlogs professionally.

Now, whether that means he becomes one of those youtube famous vloggers that live off subscriptions and views, or if Food Network Channel picks him up as the next Food Network Star (or if one leads to the other…) would be up to whoever writes this. But, basically, Bitty becomes famous in his own right in the specific niche of vlog/baking. Just like how the Zimmermann name is also famous in the specific niche of hockey.

Aaaand I guess there’s some kind of convention–maybe VidCon maybe the New York City Wine & Food Festival–in which Eric R Bittle, star of Bitty’s Bites, is holding a panel where he bakes and answers questions. One question is “Have you met any other celebrities?” And… well… sure there are the other Food Network stars (he and Duff Goldman have the strangest friendship/rivalry. Shhh, this is an AU in which Ace of Cakes wasn’t cancelled, don’t harsh my vibe) but those are people he works with and he’s pretty humble so he doesn’t consider himself a celebrity. But you know what, he was once teammates/housemates/friends with Jack Zimmermann, NHL star… so Bitty talks about that.

By which I mean, rhapsodizes about his Samwell years the rest of his panel time and no one really has the heart to stop him because he was so obviously enamored by this… hockey guy… that it’s absolutely fascinating to listen to.

And, well, Bitty is openly gay. So when, at the end, he punctuates that he used to have such a huge crush on Jack, well, his fans go wild. And there’s not much overlap between Bitty’s fans and hockey fans, but there is a little. Just enough that people begin speculating about Jack to the point that, eventually, when Jack is doing a post-game interview, expecting some of the normal questions, out of the blue someone asks about Eric Bittle. Jack hasn’t thought about Bitty in YEARS. So he just kind of… contacts Bitty and is like… wanna get coffee sometime?

They slowly fall back in love. While also being very famous people in very different spheres. And Bitty learns that he is allowed to be selfish sometimes. And Jack musters up the courage to come out (because it’s been a few years, his place on the team is secure, he doesn’t want hockey to be the only thing in his life).

Happy Ending, etc. etc. Bitty goes to Jack’s games, Jack probably makes cameos in Bitty’s Bites–mostly just standing around on screen like a giant and chirping at his boyfriend. Super cute stuff. etc. etc.

spinoff of the first idea: all the guys playing one of those role playing games for reasons, with those races as their characters and Bitty and Jack keep trying to do sidequests together, even when they are not allowed or is remotely relevant to the game, and the dice loves Bitty so everybody keeps getting sidetracked by Bitty and Jack going on a visits to their homes to smooth out cultural misunderstandings

Hahahaha! Bitty WOULD be one of those people who always get the perfect roll of the dice or the right card. Lardo would totally be Lady Who Is Also A Knight (™) with Shitty being Willowy Poet (Not)Boyfriend. And I imagine Ransom and Holster’s Hockey Shit powerpoints would be similarly hilarious as D&D Shit powerpoints.

Dex would probably despair at how shoddy Nursey’s character sheet is (you can’t just put all of your points into charisma!), and Chowder would probably attempt to be a shark version of Sir Bearington (™).

Fake Fic Summaries 7/?, the Check, Please! edition (2015-10-10)

A/N1: @omgcheckplease and it’s fandom are so freaking cute and I just can’t, ugh.

So here are three plot bunnies which I would kind of like to see, but don’t have a fully formed idea nor the ability to do them justice. If anyone would like to adopt them, go for it (and I would totally love to beta/brainstorm with you).

~

1) Untitled “High Fantasy”* AU

In which the son of the Elf King has slain trolls and dragons, but fumbles in the face of a tiny creature known only as a hobbit.

Basically, the Canadians are elves, and the further south you go the shorter the races get. Therefore, Jack and Ransom are Elves; Holster, Shitty, and Nursey are Human; Lardo and Dex are dwarves; and Bitty is a hobbit. I’m unsure whether or not Chowder should be a dwarf or human…

Um, but, basically… I had some very strong Bagginshield feelings even before reading CP and it certainly didn’t get any weaker after. But since one of my guilty pleasures about Jack and Bitty’s relationship is their ludicrous height difference, I figured Jack ought to be an elf instead of a dwarf.

Also, since Jack was canonically an ugly baby/chubby kid/awkward teenager, it’s super hilarious if he’s an elf who are usually characterized by their ethereal beauty.

I don’t really have a plot in mind, though, just the idea of throwing the Haus (+Frogs) into the “high fantasy” setting and letting hilarious cultural misunderstandings get in the way of an elf/hobbit relationship. I love cultural misunderstandings as a romantic comedy trope.

*[“High Fantasy” is pretty much Lord of the Rings without specifically being Tolkien’s world–for example, an entirely, unrelated world with magic and such and a separate set of universal rules. Uh, in contrast there is “low fantasy” which would be Harry Potter–in that there is magic set in the ‘real’ world; so there are extra rules but those are on top of what already exist. Arguably a high fantasy world could be completely underwater and instead of light/visual cues people use telepathy and sonar. Whereas, if there happened to be a story in which a “normal” person met a mermaid who lives at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean and uses telepathy and sonar, that would be low fantasy.]

2) In Which Bitty Is A Ghost

Or, rather, in which Bitty cannot be heard or seen by anyone alive, nor can he touch anything. How is he supposed to bake during this time of crisis?

Featuring: a disturbing lack of hockey or pies, Jenny and Mandy the sorority Haus ghosts, and Jack Zimmermann’s butt being better at emoting than him.

Never fear, Bitty is not actually dead. He’s just in a coma. And his consciousness is for some reason stuck in the Haus (or wherever Jack is, but Bitty doesn’t want to distract him from his first year in the NHL… even if Jack is the only one to sort of perceive him).

Uh, I just had some world-building details in mind… like, the reason why Jenny and Mandy hang around Ransom so much (besides him being very good looking) is because he kind of gives off an aura which strengthens them. Enough to write in a steamy mirror, anyway.

And the two of them are very helpful with teaching Bitty how to be a ghost. Not so much how to get him to stop being a ghost.

Now, I’m not saying true love’s kiss is the answer, but I don’t know what else it might be.

3) Untitled… I don’t even know… Celebrity!CanonDivergence!AU

I have no summary or title for this particular fake fic, just a brainstorm. So here:

It’s a canon divergence AU in which Jack doesn’t step up his wooing of Bitty, because he doesn’t think he can handle the pressure of being the first out NHL player.

So, probably, a few years pass. Bitty also graduates with a major in American Studies / Food Anthropology / something that allows him to essentially do his vlogs professionally.

Now, whether that means he becomes one of those youtube famous vloggers that live off subscriptions and views, or if Food Network Channel picks him up as the next Food Network Star (or if one leads to the other…) would be up to whoever writes this. But, basically, Bitty becomes famous in his own right in the specific niche of vlog/baking. Just like how the Zimmermann name is also famous in the specific niche of hockey.

Aaaand I guess there’s some kind of convention–maybe VidCon maybe the New York City Wine & Food Festival–in which Eric R Bittle, star of Bitty’s Bites, is holding a panel where he bakes and answers questions. One question is “Have you met any other celebrities?” And… well… sure there are the other Food Network stars (he and Duff Goldman have the strangest friendship/rivalry. Shhh, this is an AU in which Ace of Cakes wasn’t cancelled, don’t harsh my vibe) but those are people he works with and he’s pretty humble so he doesn’t consider himself a celebrity. But you know what, he was once teammates/housemates/friends with Jack Zimmermann, NHL star… so Bitty talks about that.

By which I mean, rhapsodizes about his Samwell years the rest of his panel time and no one really has the heart to stop him because he was so obviously enamored by this… hockey guy… that it’s absolutely fascinating to listen to.

And, well, Bitty is openly gay. So when, at the end, he punctuates that he used to have such a huge crush on Jack, well, his fans go wild. And there’s not much overlap between Bitty’s fans and hockey fans, but there is a little. Just enough that people begin speculating about Jack to the point that, eventually, when Jack is doing a post-game interview, expecting some of the normal questions, out of the blue someone asks about Eric Bittle. Jack hasn’t thought about Bitty in YEARS. So he just kind of… contacts Bitty and is like… wanna get coffee sometime?

They slowly fall back in love. While also being very famous people in very different spheres. And Bitty learns that he is allowed to be selfish sometimes. And Jack musters up the courage to come out (because it’s been a few years, his place on the team is secure, he doesn’t want hockey to be the only thing in his life).

Happy Ending, etc. etc. Bitty goes to Jack’s games, Jack probably makes cameos in Bitty’s Bites–mostly just standing around on screen like a giant and chirping at his boyfriend. Super cute stuff. etc. etc.

Untitled Check, Please! drabble (2015-10-09)

Here’s the thing about Kent Parson: he’s always been a city boy. The only difference between then and now is that back then, he was a poor city boy. Now he’s as rich as they come.

Growing up, it wasn’t easy–sharing a one bedroom apartment with his mama. The walls and pipes and wiring just a half step up from decrepit, furniture and clothes and everything second-hand. Mama coming home for half an hour between jobs before rushing off to the next one. Sometimes having to choose between food and heat and–but he wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

Maybe asked for a little more, but he was loved and they were happy, and it was enough.

Then there was hockey.

His troubles didn’t disappear whenever he was on the ice, but they became distant. More manageable. No one cared if he was the kid who came to school without a backpack, without food or money for lunch, dressed in old boots slightly too big and clothes with fabric worn thin.

None of that mattered.

During a game it was only a matter of playing his best. And his best? Was a hell of a lot better than everyone else’s.

Suddenly there was something that he could do–that he was good at–and people would give him things so long as he just kept playing.

Then along came Jack Zimmermann.

When the media talks about his “story,” that narrative that they’ve created to make things more interesting to non-hockey fans (why would they even care?), they talk about him like he’s not even a real person. Like he’s just some place holder in a fairy tale.

A bright shining star. Hockey’s golden boy. America personified. King of Aces.

The particularly cynical ones call him a thief, stealing Jack Zimmermann’s glory out from under him. Or a greedy traitor. Or, for the ones really into conspiracy theories, a saboteur–responsible for Jack’s downfall.

Truth be told, he can handle all that. The bad and the relatively good.

No one ever calls him Cinderella story.

He’s not sure how he’d react if they did.

Hard work doesn’t mean shit if you don’t have a fuck ton of talent and luck to back you up.

He knows this, it’s his entire fucking life.

But sometimes, if you don’t have either, faking it can get you part of the way there.

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A/N: Ugh, Kent Parson, you beautiful, disastrous asshole. You fucking all American, glorious trash can, I love you.

I dunno, this is actually some of my more articulate feelings since the rest of it is just incoherent shrieking.

I have no idea if any of this contradicts with canon? But, like, what even is canon for him?

Gotta confess, I was trying to find a way to stick Kit Purrson in there somehow.

Untitled Check, Please! drabble (2015-10-08)

Neither one of them are each other’s first loves. But that’s okay, it still feels like it.

A soft, new, fragile thing. Filled with light and joy and sweetness. That’s what first loves are supposed to be about.

Jack’s first love, well. That thing with Kenny was too couched in secrecy and expectations and anxiety and competition.

They were twin stars going supernova, galaxies colliding, rather than just two kids falling in love.

It was just a rush of now and desperation and need–there was still love, of course. But love isn’t always a happy ending.

With Eric, his first love was less explosive. But sometimes worlds don’t end with a bang, they end with a whimper. And hearts break just the same way.

Eric’s was a one sided thing, before he learned not to fall for straight boys. Oh, but to love, even when he had to hide it, even when he never had a chance–is that not what every story is about?

And now this story, this story for the two of them, it’s a second chance.

Samwell was a second chance for Jack to live his dreams; a second chance for Eric to be the person he’s always wanted to be.

A second chance for first loves.

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A/N: Guess who just discovered @omgcheckplease. And seriously. So cute. SO CUTE.

So here’s my tiny ass contribution to the fandom.

Although, tbh, I super enjoy how Kent Parson is like… agreed to be a hockey playing anime-eyed trash can and yet, still, the problematic fave.