If anyone is looking for something to read … a Zimbits fic based on “It’s a Wonderful Life”
This is a double prompt fill: From kittishark: Jack and Bitty at their wedding and parson stands up and fucking objects but then its a really cool happy wedding- (Tater is Jacks best man, no objections) and Bittle is 100% the bride character. or something zimbits wedding
An anonymous prompt, for either Patater or Tango and Whiskey: i really wanna see a like, one gets drunk at a bar and the other saves. u can make fluff/smut/inbetween <3 Sorry there's not any smut, but Tater would not take advantage of Kent being under the influence.
Masquerade
Filling a prompt from from @hufflepunkwannabe: And perhaps Lardo and bitty playing with makeup?
“Lardo?”
Bitty tapped at her door, which was not quite closed, and pushed it further open.
“Do you know when — “
He stopped abruptly.
Lardo was sitting at the desk, an array of makeup tubes and palettes abd brushes laid out on the surface. It was undoubtedly Lardo sitting there facing the mirror, but the reflection looking back at Bitty was somehow not the same. With the slicked back hair, sharper jaw, more prominent brows, it looked like Lardo’s twin brother. Even though Bitty knew Lardo didn’t have a brother, twin or otherwise.
Whipped Cream and Other Delights
Sorry this has taken so long. I haven't been in much of a mood for fluff. But now I think I need some ...
CW: Lots of innuendo and bad jokes
Prompt from @hufflepunkwannabe: Ooo, can we see Jack and bitty just being silly together?
The pies were done and the turkey was roasting. The dressing and sweet potatoes were in the second oven now that the pies were out; once they and the turkey came out, he could slide in the green bean casserole — Shitty insisted — and the roasted Brussels sprouts. Last of all would come the dinner rolls, still in their first rise. They could bake while Bitty made the gravy.
Bitty frowned and tapped his pen against his teeth while he studied his notebook. It should work. Everything should be ready to serve close enough to the same time — good thing the turkey had to rest for a while before being carved. He’d even have time to sneak in a shower. Probably.
A Boy Can Dream
Filling a prompt from @doggernaut: Bitty and Jack in their first summer dating, still secret, and Bitty seeing pictures of Jack escorting Alicia on a red carpet at some event she has and wondering if they’ll ever be able to be public like that. (And then maybe a flash forward where Jack is escorting Bitty at an event where he’s receiving an award?)
Bitty knew all about Jack’s trip to California. He knew that Jack didn’t want to go, except that he sort of secretly did, because he was bored alone in Providence.
He knew that it was a favor to Jack’s mother, who was Alicia Montgomery, a fact that Bitty still couldn’t quite wrap his head around.
Maybe Bitty was less comfortable with Jack's famous mother than he was with Jack's famous father because he’d met Bob a couple of times already before Jack’s graduation, or because Bob was so enmeshed in the world of hockey, Bob seemed … logical … for Jack to have as a parent. He fit, difficult relationship with Jack and all. When it came to trying to live up to a father’s athletic legacy, Bitty could relate. Bitty could relate hard enough that he noped right out of there at age seven.
This fills a Tumblr prompt from notenoughgatorade: "bitty and jack road trip to montreal." It was one of a series of prompts I've been working through and posting to Tumblr, but this one, needing a whole road trip to get through, got to long, so I'm posting here first.
A trip back in time
Filling a prompt from @notenoughgatorade: The haus gang goes to a renfaire
King Richards Faire opens the weekend we get back to Samwell!!!!
Bitty had no idea what King Richard’s Faire was, much less why Holster was assaulting the group chat with four exclamation points.
Ransom, however, appeared to get it.
Road trip! Ransom responded.
Bitty thought about asking what this was, where it was or why Ransom and Holster wanted to road trip there. He thought about asking, but doing so in the group chat would be letting himself in for even more humiliation, proving he was different than the rest of the team in yet another way.
He was small, he was southern, he didn’t play hockey until high school, he was gay, and oh yeah, he was terrified of being checked, which just happened to be a big part of the game he played to allow himself to afford going to college. And now he didn’t know what King Richard’s Faire was?
Bitty muted the group chat and shoved his phone into his shorts pocket; dinner was on the table, and Mama got cross if he was texting during dinner anyway.
'I Wanna Be Like You'
Filling a prompt from @goddess47: A new rookie has broken one of Jack's rookie records and Jack finds he's really upset; Bitty offers comfort.
The puck thwacked against the tape on Jack’s stick just as he drew it back, and Jack fired it toward the net in one motion, sending the frozen rubber disc sailing over the goalie’s right shoulder and into the back of the net.
In an instant, Willie was embracing him against the boards while Poots and Connie skated in to join the celebration.
Hold on for another thirty seconds, and the game would be theirs.
Sure, it was a meaningless game at the end of another lost season, at least for the Falconers. The best that could be said about it was that the team was playing spoiler, ruining the Blue Jackets bid for the last playoff spot in the east.
Well. They wouldn’t have beaten Carolina in Round One anyway.
Old dogs and new tricks
Prompt fill from @goddess47: MooMaw comes to visit Jack and Bitty
Lorraine Phelps settled back into her seat and sighed.
She was on the plane. The first part of her journey was done.
It hadn’t been so bad, really. Suzanne had driven her to the airport in Atlanta, parked and walked her into the airport, made sure her new suitcase got checked, escorted her all the way to the security line.
“I wish you’d let me get a gate pass so I could stay with you,” Suzanne fussed. “Or arranged a wheelchair.”
“I’ll be fine,” Lorraine had rejoined. “I’m not a child, and I’m not decrepit.”
Not yet, anyway.
This trip to Providence was an adventure for Lorraine, her first time in years on an airplane, her first time ever flying by herself.
Silver Fox
Filling a prompt from @goddess47: Post-comic: Jack finds some gray hairs when he's shaving.
Jack wasn’t even really paying attention when it happened.
He was in the bathroom, getting ready for the blueberry picking excursion Bitty organized each summer, clad in shorts and an old Samwell T-shirt, old sneakers and the calf-high socks Bitty always laughed at.
Bitty was next to him at the vanity, adding a layer of sunscreen to the moisturizer that was part of his daily facial skin care routine.
“You have to moisturize, Jack,” Bitty was insisting. Again. Like every day when they ended up getting ready in the bathroom at the same time.
“What are you worried about?” Jack said. “Bits, you’re 25.”
Warm greeting
Filling a prompt from @shygryf: Tater and Bitty are papped and speculation abounds (can be pre or post cup)
Jack laughed when he first saw it.
He was at the St. Martins’ house, having a cup of coffee with Marty and Thirdy, listening to the girls play in the den while Gabrielle was at work, wondering what it would be like to have a house and a couple of kids.
He’d never really thought about that, not before this summer. Now, though, he was out of the closet — could never go back in the closet — and Bitty had been living with him since May, and it was … delightful.
Needing a hug
Filling a prompt from @shygryf: A pining Bitty is jealous watching Shitty be casually affectionate with Jack.
Bitty wasn’t sure when he noticed it for the first time.
Maybe it wasn’t the first practice, but it was early.
Shitty was allowed to touch Jack in a way that other players — other people — weren’t.
Shitty clapped Jack on the shoulder when they were skating out onto the ice, slung his arm around Jack’s waist when they walked around campus, even — more than once — kissed Jack on the cheek.
Sure, Shitty was usually very drunk when the kissing happened. It usually followed Shitty making some kind of proclamation like, “Jackabelle! You magnificent specimen of a Canadian moose!” And Jack usually shrunk away a little bit — something between a flinch and a cringe — but he didn’t react violently, or yell at Shitty, or even look really displeased.
If it was anyone besides Jack, Bitty might have started to wonder if maybe, just maybe, he enjoyed intimacy with men.
Picking sides
Based on a prompt from @shygryf: 1.Both Jack and bitty prefer the left side of the bed.
Bitty leaned forward to get a closer look at his face while he worked the dental floss between his teeth.
Nope, no need for a shave before bed. He’d shaved yesterday, and he wasn’t even showing the first signs of the fine, almost invisible stubble that signaled the beginnings of facial hair on him. Maybe tomorrow?
But for tonight, he just had to finish his teeth, wash and moisturize his face, and tuck himself into bed.
Into Jack’s bed.