#jackbittyparse

[lostwithnointernet]

Cringe culture is dead, so will 8tracks be in three days so link me your aesthetic 8tracks playlists so I can save them to Spotify. I don’t give a fuck if you think they’re cringy. I’m personally going to make sure they survive to the next decade.

[megsamforever]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It feels like cracking his chest open to say something so he doesn’t, just smiles back at Kenny when Kenny leans against him and laughs at him.

He was happy, he thought, in that bright month of summer before the draft when he could pretend for a little while that it was just him and Kenny and nothing else, but it didn’t last.

Oh hey guys, I wrote a fic. Pimms/pimbits, slightly angsty, 2428 words. 

[omgpbandj]

Swear That We’ll Be Fine

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14k Pairings: Jack/Bitty/Kent with a smatttering of all associated pairings Warnings: lil bit of angst! sex! boys being silly about their feelings! Summary: Bitty's tried to get over it, because now that Jack has graduated and is in a relationship, it’s kind of ridiculous to still be crushing on him, but—well. That’s still a work in progress.  Or: Jack and Kent reconcile at the Epikegster, and Bitty is going to be totally fine if he visits them. Really. A/N: Posted this a few days ago but forgot to make a tumblr post for it! As many of my fics do, this started as shameless porn (aka ‘hmmmm what if jack and kent actually got together at Epi??) and then decided to develop feelsy stuff along the way. Big ty to @yoursummerfrost​ for the screaming & the beta <3

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Jack: Hey Bittle, you’re getting back to Samwell early right? You should come visit me in Providence.

Bitty stares at his phone, because yeah he’s been texting Jack the entire summer but Jack’s never indicated that he wants Bitty to visit—

Oh, who the hell is he kidding?

He lets out a squeal and does an impromptu little dance, because—he’s going to get to spend time with Jack! Well, a very much taken Jack, but still. Jack’s his best friend. He’s allowed to be excited, right?

(read on ao3!! <3)

[ittybitty-bittle]

for the "fic I won't write" PB&J

okay honestly i suck at summarizing so I will outline with bullets

it takes place during the stanley cup final

the aces and the falcs are playing each other

this is nice because jack has his place in providence and kent has his place in las vegas and they’re back and forth constantly and they always have a place to stay!!! no hotels!!!!!!

bitty is elated with this because he gets to see both of them!!!!! at the same time!!!!!!!!! that doesn’t happen much during the regular season!!!!!!

speaking of bitty he loves both places but he likes jack’s better because even though kent’s place is HUGE and NICE and has AMAZING VIEWS (because my hc is that he lives in the 180 suite at the red rock) jack has a NICE KITCHEN

but let’s be real though bits has it in with the staff he can use the hotel kitchen in vegas they love him there

it’s all just fluff

lots of cuddling LOTS OF CHIRPING

lots of pie (if they’re in providence)

the cuddling also entails kit purrson if she’s willing because bitty and jack love her as much as kent does

that one post with the shirts

the shirts are definitely part of the fic

(it just took me like five minutes to find that post so i could link it little side note)

the hockey boyfriends are happy smiles all around

[omgpbandj]

Impulse

Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~10k Pairings: Jack/Kent, Jack/Bitty, Jack/Bitty/Kent w/some Bitty/Kent thrown in Warnings: This is a shameless rentboy pwp!! However, it is also a happy rentboy pwp so very few warnings, although there are very brief mentions of anxiety. Summary: Jack's more comfortable with Bitty than he'd ever expected to be, which is why he's nervous when he comes to visit and Bitty's out for the week. But Parse turns out to be a more-than-welcome substitution—and maybe even something more. A/N: This story started from a conversation w/@yoursummerfrost​ that basically went like this: Me: so I like rentboy fics a lot Her: ...heeey you should write one Me: no haha Her: please write one Me, quieter this time: no haha... And so, the rentboy!bitty & rentboy!kent AU that nobody somebody asked for was born. Enjoy ;) “Nice to meet ya,” Parse smiles, and it’s nearly a smirk but softer than the smirk in the photo. “Lardo said you usually come for Bits?” Jack nods, but he doesn’t catch the innuendo until Parse winks at him, and oh, God.

“Lardo,” he turns away from Parse, “You were right. He might be too dorky for me,” he deadpans, and Lardo stifles a laugh as next to him, Parse sputters.

“Hey! I am extremely attractive in every way, I’ll have you know. People tell me that every day,” he furrows his brow in mock-offense.

“Sure,” Jack says, and slowly he lets himself smile, relaxing into it.

He likes this guy. This might work.

(read on ao3 <3)

[omgpbandj]

I loved your Epikegster ficlet, and I have a prompt for you! pb&j making (or trying to make) a thanksgiving dinner for the entirety of the aces and/or the falconers

Sorry this took a little bit! I do hope you like it--the plot went in a rather interesting direction, but they do in fact make a thanksgiving dinner, and it was very fun!! Thanks for requesting it <3

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Add a Dash of Happiness

“Okay Jack, you’re in charge ofpeeling the potatoes,” Bitty motions to where he’s already set up the peeler,right next to the trash can and the giant bag of potatoes they’d bought.

Jack smiles at him, and Bitty cantell he’s trying to reassure him—and okay, it’s working, his stress levels arelowering just a little. “I can do that, Bitty,” he pulls up a stool next to theisland in the center of the kitchen. Thank goodness Bitty can trust him to dothat, even if Jack’s a bit of a klutz in the kitchen with most things.

“Great. Now, you—“ Bitty swingsaround and stares at Kent, whose expression is something like a mix ofsmugness, laughter, and intense fear. Good. He better be scared. “You get tohelp me with everything else, so you better be ready,” he grumbles.

“I apologized, didn’t I?” Kentsighs, and at least he finally looks like he’s regretting his decision.

“Shouldn’t have offered to cookfor all of them, then!” Bitty smilesa bright, slightly manic grin, and Kent flinches. Ha. He still can’t believe Kent had decided that they wouldcook a Thanksgiving dinner for the entirety of the Aces—it’s ridiculous!

“Sorry,” Kent murmurs. But then aflash of worry darts across his face. “Are you mad?”

His voice is actually somber foronce—both Bitty and Jack stare at him.

“Shit,” Jack says, as he’sdropped the potato he’d been holding.

Bitty crosses his arms andsoftens his smile—oh, Kent. “I’m not mad at you, Kenny,” he promises. “Stressed,yeah. Annoyed? Yeah. Not mad, okay?”

“Okay,” Kent says, and his smilecomes back. Sometimes Kent worries too much—he’s kind of like Jack, in thatregard, Bitty thinks. But unlike Jack, it can be harder to tell when Kent’sfeeling insecure, so Bitty has to try his hardest to catch it and soothe itaway.

“That doesn’t mean you’re gettingoutta helping me,” Bitty raises an eyebrow.

Kent rolls his eyes good-naturedly,grabbing the apron Bitty had bought him from the hook on the wall. “Yeah, yeah,I know.”

“Kenny?” Jack says, letting along spiral of potato peel fall into the trash. “He loves you, you know.”

Kent flushes. “I know,” he says,and Bitty laughs at the grin on Jack’s face. It’s fun to make Kent flush; they’vebeen tag-teaming at it for years now.

“Okay,” Bitty takes a deep breath,surveying the kitchen. “Let’s do this.”

Everything is a blur after that,a shifting mess of timers and heat and ‘nononodon’t take that out of the oven yet!’ and checking to make sure that Jackhasn’t inadvertently knocked anything over—Lord.

And then at one point Jackexcuses himself to go to the bathroom and Bitty turns around to start the nexttask and realizes—they’re done. All they’re waiting on is the turkey.

“Oh my God,” he says, and wiltsinto the nearest chair. He’s so tired. They’re done. Oh God.

“You okay, Bits?” Kent splays hisfingers over his shoulders and starts to knead his thumbs into the stiff muscle—Bittysighs and leans into it, because goodness that feels nice right now.

“I’m so glad we have two ovens,”Bitty murmurs, letting his eyes slip shut. Maybe he can even get a nap inbefore they’re set to eat.

“Me too,” Kent murmurs frombehind him.

Bitty chuckles, then jumps alittle when Kent presses over a particularly tight knot. “You only ever use oneof them,” he points out. Even Bitty rarely uses the other one; it’s served himmostly as a back-up for when he’s expecting company. He spends enough timebaking at either of his small bakeries in Providence and Vegas that he doesn’tfeel as much need to bake at home anymore.

“Well, yeah, but I mean, you’llprobably use both of them a lot more when we have our kids, right?” Kent says,and Bitty’s so lulled by the smoothness of his voice and the gentle massage ofhis fingers that it takes him a second for the words to process.

He stands straight up and whirlsaround, eyes flying open. “Kent Parson,”he chokes out. “We’ve never—you never said you wanted—“ he swallows, the wordsevading him. They’d discussed marriage, decided it wasn’t for them because thenone of them would be left out, but kids—andKent’s chuckling, of course he is.

“What’s wrong, Bitty?” Jack comesin from the bathroom, brow furrowed upon seeing Bitty’s face.

“Kent—he said—he wanted kids—“ Bitty cuts off, shaking his head.

“Oh,” Jack says. “Is that aproblem? I want kids,” he shrugs, coming over and resting his arms over bothBitty and Kent’s shoulders.

“It’s not a problem, I just—“Bitty sighs, and oh Lord, he’s going to cry, isn’t he? He’d never wanted toask, had assumed it would be too difficult what with him going back and forthbetween Providence and Vegas all the time, and with Jack and Kent not seeingenough of each other as it is. “I never thought it would work out,” he saysquietly.

“Bits—you should’ve said something.We can make it work out, you know? I’d—maybe not just yet, but I’d considerretiring in a few years if it meant we could—“ Kent shrugs.

And yep, Bitty’s crying now. Heturns and buries his face into Jack’s shoulder. “Why does he always springthings like this on us at the worst times?” he laughs, feeling trembly.

“He’s good at that, eh?” Jackagrees, rubbing his back with the arm that isn’t around Kent.

“Hey, stop ignoring me,” Kentgrumbles, and Bitty pulls away from Jack and falls straight into Kent’s arms.

“We’ll talk about this morelater,” Bitty presses his face into Kent’s neck. “Your team’s probably gonnastart getting here any minute, but—Kenny, thank you,” he breathes.

“I’m sure Jack would do it, if hehad to,” Kent shrugs, shoulder moving against Bitty’s face.

Jack nods. “You know we want tomake you happy.”

“I don’t deserve y’all,” Bitty letsout an incredulous laugh.

“Yes, you do,” Kent and Jack saymore or less at the same time, and Bitty reaches out and finds Jack’s arm too.They stand in a tangle of limbs for a few precious moments, warm and happy.

Then, of course, the doorbellrings.

“I’ll get it,” Kent moves first.

“Jack, can you make sure thetable’s set?” Bitty wipes his face off, and Jack presses a quick kiss to hischeek.

“Of course.”

Bitty hurries down to the bathroomto splash water on his face, hoping his skin doesn’t look too blotchy. Oh,goodness, his boys. Every single day, he wakes up with one or both of them andthinks to himself—this couldn’t get any better.

And every day, without fail, itsomehow does.