#omgcheckplease fic

[labelleizzy]

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

Updated my kinktober fic!

[musinglymuse]

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

I wrote a little thing. Just a tiny thing. It’s very unfortunate that I couldn’t just stick to reading fanfiction. Nooo, I just had to write one myself. Anyways, Dex has feelings about captaincy and then, I made him have feelings about Nursey too. I only wrote this for the punchline to be honest!

[hockeydyke]

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

Halloween will be Bitty and Jack’s first major public appearance as a couple, since Bitty had missed family skate at the beginning of the season because he’d had to attend a little media day of his own for Samwell. So yes, while they’ve both answered plenty of questions since they first kissed at center ice, they haven’t actually done so together yet. The media is going to eat this right up. That’s why this has to be perfect.

That’s why Bitty has to be perfect. – Or, falling apart and coming back together again: the fic. Chapters 2/3 now posted.

[tangerinick]

Jack Zimmermann feels great. Absolutely, completely great. 

There's confetti everywhere, the crowds are screaming, the parade is complete and utter celebratory chaos and Jack doesn't want to be anywhere else. He's high on victory. Hell, he can barely wipe the smile off his face—not that he'd want to. He worked hard to be here, been through so much, to proudly hoist the Stanley Cup over his head. 

It's been a busy few days, to say the least. 

Jack side-steps a police horse and makes his way along the metal barrier, greeting the smiling faces of fans. They did this; the Falconers. They made these people so ecstatic, so proud. They had something to prove, and they did it. 

"Jack!! Jack Zimmermann!!" someone yells, loudly. Jack focuses in on the source, spotting two jostling people with a colorful- 

"Selfie?? We made you a flag!" 

It's a large, bright pride flag, with the Falconers logo. It sounds ridiculous, but Jack almost forgot. Bittle and him have been avidly avoiding the internet—practically a miracle for Bits—and with the exception of the presser, Bittle's dreaded conversation with his parents, and the supportive reaction from their friends and family, the thought of Jack Zimmermann now being an openly LGBT+ athlete in hockey got drowned out amidst all the celebration of winning the Stanley Cup. 

The proud, happy grins of the two holding the flag up reminds him, though, how important that is for some people. 

"Haha." Jack smiles a little wider, digging out his phone. "Okay."

[agrossunderstatement]

The next part of Sowing Season has begun.  The first chapter of Pursuit of Happiness is live, y’all. It is really fun to be writing without the draft coloring everything with Sadness and Angst. 

Uh, there will still be sadness and angst. I mean, Jack Zimmermann exists, so...

How many chapters will this final section be? Ha ha ha. Oh goodness. That’s a fine.

[itallstartedwithabook]

Fic Rec Added: Check, Please! Smut/Kink

Cherry Pie by geckoch (E)

A young man’s passive aggressive cleaning turns to dibs. And Johnson certainly has Bitty earn it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13595937/chapters/31210299

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done a lot right in life by shellybelle (E)

Lardo tells Shitty what she wants for her birthday. Ransom and Holster have her back (among other things).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14106339

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You kneel to condition all the feelings that you feel by Farasha (E)

The Falconers are used to seeing Kent around, even if his being Jack’s sub is a secret. But when chirping sends Kent into subspace, Guy starts to think they could use a hand with their dynamic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13826865

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Practice Makes Perfect by nonnymouse (E)

At Haze-a-palooza, every frog has to suck off at least two players. Luckily for Bitty, he’s been practicing with toys.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14031057

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Brunch is Verse by SunshineAndaLittleFlour (E)

Shitty gives Jack and Bitty a gift that no one is sure what to do with. (But really, they do)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1025418

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IncuBitty Verse by Anonymous (E)

Bitty’s a 450 year old incubus with one mission: to start a jam empire and make the northeast his bitch. What could possibly go wrong?

https://archiveofourown.org/series/951585

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To the victors, the spoils by Farasha (E)

“Can you tell us anything about the secret to the team’s success on the ice?” (The motivation is Bitty). Read the tags, this is a fantastically hot gangbang fic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14745365

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Cuir et Peluche by Dira dsudis (E)

Jack doesn’t know what to expect when he and Bitty try to introduce kink in the bedroom.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13406142/chapters/30714411

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The Lion Submits by gardenofmaris (WIP)

“Your surrender means he has lost the war…your surrender means you belong to me know, body, mind, and soul. I own you now.” Prince Jack Zimmermann has surrendered to King Bittle to save his people, and now he is a slave, gifted to Prince Bitty. This fic deals with dark themes so please read the tags but it is amazing.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8457193/chapters/19376032

[author-without-an-outlet]

Touch

It’s the little things, Jack realizes, that make the Haus feel like home.  The kind of weird, mixed smell of dirty socks and cinnamon that had permeated every pore of the Haus.  The ever-present cacophony of sounds: floorboards creaking as people walk around the upper floors, the constant bickering between Poindexter and Nurse, Holster yelling at either a hockey game, or at some characters in one of the many shows he watches (Jack can never keep track of all of them), and of course, the clattering of dishes and mixing bowls coming from the kitchen.  

Walking through the front door always feels like slipping out of a skin that never really fits right, no matter how much he has dreamt about it, no matter how much he loves it, and into one that was made especially for him.  Until his first trip back to the Haus for the SMH home opener, Jack hadn’t realized how starved he was for touch.  For Bitty’s touch, yes, always, but also for the casual and comfortable touches shared amongst his teammates.  How Shitty always plopped himself on top of Jack, or swung an arm around his shoulders, or slapped his ass without a second thought.  How Lardo fit so perfectly underneath his arms for a hug, and how she’d stay, cuddled up beside them as they read, or talked, or just hung out with the others.  How much the team hugged, and crushed in on top of each other on the horrible green couch to watch a game, and tackled each other into piles of leaves just for the fun of it.  

In Providence he was always so careful, so professional and distant, even after coming out to the team.  Not out of fear of reprisal or a desire not to be outed, but just because the Falcs weren’t as casually tactile as SMH had been.  He could always count on a group hug in a celly, and Jack frequently received encouraging pats on the back from Marty and Thirdy, but it just wasn’t the same.  The touches were perfunctory, expected in such a physical sport, but they didn’t come with the same ease or intention as the ones he shared with the guys at Samwell.

It felt much more like the Q again, when Jack had spent every night for a while with Kent, their bodies pretty much as close as you can get, and yet he had still felt completely alone.  There had been no intimacy between them, just a fierce competitiveness on the ice and the blinding rush of hormones off of it.  And Jack had been too young, too insecure, too absorbed in the culture of toxic masculinity to even consider presuming he could offer or expect casual, non sexual touches.  Asking Kent to cuddle with him afterwards seemed completely impossible.  Now, looking at Kent’s Instagram posts, he’s not so sure Kent would have said no.  

Bitty, though.  Bitty is a whirlwind of easy touches, constantly making contact with Jack in ways he’s not sure Bitty even realizes.  At first it had been distinctly disconcerting: Jack wasn’t used to being touched that often by anyone, let alone someone who was relatively new in his life.  Now, he craved it.  He leaned into every caress, every hand in his hair, every warm palm on his back, every time Bitty tangled their fingers together or lightly ran his fingers over Jack’s skin, just because he could.  The touches varied, some designed to drive him crazy, and some just instinctual, because Bitty couldn’t be around someone he trusted without using his hands to guide a conversation or make a point.  In those precious times that Bitty came down to Providence, Jack soaked up the attention and the touches, spooning Bitty close at night and trying to make sure they were touching at all times, knowing how much he’d miss it when he was alone again.

He hadn’t realized that the Haus would feel the same.  Well, not exactly the same of course, but comfortable and settled in a way that Providence never was, if Bitty wasn’t there with him. Walking in the door was like stepping into an embrace, sometimes literally if any of the team were around to see him arrive.  In a lot of ways, Jack feels like the Haus carries an imprint of him, one that he can slip back into with ease and refresh the shape and feel of himself when he feels like person he had carefully constructed over his years at Samwell starts to come apart at the seams.  He knows he won’t be able to go back forever to bask in the comfort of his old home, eventually the team will see him as Jack Zimmermann, the NHL star, not their old Captain.  But, for now, as long as it lasts, Jack will gladly make the drive up to the Haus to spend a night literally wrapped in its embrace.

[pongpalace]

for @checkplease100 prompt #117: Bunny Hug

“Yo, Wicks!”

Pacer looks up from the problem set he’s been trying to glare into completion, blinks past the numbers burned into his retinas and sees Nursey take the chair across from him.

“Sup?” he asks, holding out a fist.

Nursey touches his knuckles to Pacer’s. “Question for you.”

“Shoot.”

“What’s this called?” He pushes the chair back onto two legs so Pacer can see his top, grinning.

Pacer looks and sighs; the team has been doing this ever since he accidently let the colloquial slip and he should know better.

“A bunny hug.”

“HAH!”

Pacer kicks Nursey’s chair over.

wicks is from saskatchewan and nursey got less than i did when i asked my sask friend about bunny hugs