#omgcp fic

[doggernaut]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann Characters: Eric "Bitty" Bittle, Jack Zimmermann, Georgia "George" Martin Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Future Fic, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Body Image, Injury Recovery Summary:

“Sweetheart, I know how you feel about slowing down, but maybe you should try to change the narrative,” Bitty says gently.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, instead of telling yourself you’re falling short of some arbitrary standard you’ve set for yourself—your healthy self, by the way—try thinking of it as recovering. Right now the best thing you can do for yourself is rest a little so you can start the new season healthy and strong. When’s the last time you gave yourself permission to do that?

Permission? That’s a new concept. Jack can’t recall ever giving himself permission to slow down.

Or, the one where Jack spends a summer injured and learns a few things in the process.

Read on ao3

#omgcp #zimbits #omgcp fic #hurt/comfort #this is what happens when I haven't been able to train for the better part of a year

[larkral]

Oh, hello. Wednesday, huh? Thanks for the tag @artsyunderstudy !!

SO this week I have been doing MANY THINGS including many fannish things. Including things in several fandoms. Me earlier this year: I truly cannot handle having more than one thing on the go. Me now: Yes, maybe I do have six active writing projects in three different fandoms as well as four podfics on the go. WHAT OF IT!?

I've finished recording all of my podfics, and I'm editing them now and... well, it's hard. One is edited, one is 1/8th edited, and the other two are freefloating audio. But, uh, yeah, here's some audio. Because. I... well, you'll get it.

Yes, I titled this file TENDER because I just, it's... yeah. I'm not totally sure whether I'm allowed to say who/what I'm podficcing... (@caught-on-tape-fest can you advise?) But, anyway, probably someone will get it based on that snippet.

Below the cut: snippets of writing and tags!

Here, also, is a little, silly segment of my OMGCP fic, the Holsom Timeloop, featuring an OC who, let me just say, I gave excellent breasts, and zero flaws. I will accept no critiques:

He bumps into someone as he turns, attempts to keep anyone from falling with one hand in the steadying region of what should be a shoulder but turns out to be a truly exceptional handful of cleavage.  "Shit, I'm so sorry," he says, taking a half-step back and looking at the woman he just groped.  There's a lovely flush on her olive cheeks, and her hair is a cloud of beautiful, wild curls.  Marjorie. She's in his o-chem class and she's cute. She's been cute all semester. And smart. And funny. Though her typical cozy-sweater-and-jeans look in class does not betray how truly magnificent her tits are. They're propped up by some kind of bra magic in defiance of gravity, and barely contained by the blue-green fabric of her shirt.  She laughs. "You're forgiven. Though by the transitive property, you definitely owe me a drink."

I also wrote another couple hundred words on my @carryon-reverse-bang beach fic, of which these are some:

The moon is rising and the tide is coming in. "D'you know," he says. "Even if there were no moon, we'd still have tides?" I hum. I look over at him. His silhouette is blurred by the rays of the setting sun, lighting him up from behind like an unearthly being.

Tagging @stitchyqueer @thewholelemon @confused-bi-queer @raenestee @facewithoutheart @cutestkilla @hushed-chorus @sillyunicorn @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @basiltonbutliketheherb @ileadacharmedlife @asocialpessimist @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @captain-aralias @petedavidsonscock @yeonjunenby @carryonvisinata @takenabackbytuesdays @martsonmars @nausikaaa @nightimedreamersghost  @chen-chen-chen-again-chen  @ionlydrinkhotwater @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @shrekgogurt @forabeatofadrum   @palimpsessed @fatalfangirl @blackberrysummerblog @valeffelees @imagineacoolusername @orange-peony @j-nipper-95 @whogaveyoupermission @wellbelesbian @rimeswithpurple

#adventures in podficcing #carry on #snowbaz #editing podfic #it's hell #but i am learning a lot #i need to learn more about how to set my mic's gain #omgcp #omgcp fic #holsom #justin oluransi #holsom timeloop #corb #beachy snowbaz #tentatively titled beach boys #i am not calling it that though #lol

[parvuls]

@bittysthesis said this fandom should do another fic rec bingo, and my whole face became the eyes emoji. fill the card to get a bingo! and hey, maybe if you work for more than one bingo row I'll come up with a reward 🙃

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #omgcp fic #will post my own bingo card this evening/tomorrow! #ALSO if you were looking for a sign to write more omgcp fic. this was it #*

[ohyoufool]

Call of the Champions

╭────────────.★..─╮ 13k, winter olympics au, complete ╰─..★.────────────╯ Lardo Duan/Camilla Collins, Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

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“Couldn’t find a mini American flag. Ran into an angel in the hallway. Don’t worry about it.” She shrugs her jacket tighter around her neck. Shitty blinks. “That’s a lot. I was doing shots with the bobsled team in the bathroom.” In the middle of a medal hunt during the 2002 Winter Olympics, Lardo manages to find something else she wants just as bad as the gold.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

SO excited to finally get to reveal my fic for @deckthehaus 2023. Congratulations to all the AMAZING prompters, writers, and readers who made this such a wonderful holiday fest -- especially @gothlesbianlardo, who submitted the prompt. I had a blast writing this, and I hope it's just as fun and festive to read.

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Now with a playlist by @gothlesbianlardo!

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

#summary could alternatively be: Camilla collins is super hot and lardo and I are both REALLY gay #omgcp #deck the haus 2023 #omgcp fic #i speak #omg check please #omgcheckplease #zimbits #jack zimmermann #eric bittle #check please #larissa duan #lardo duan #camilla collins #lamilla #deck the haus #fic rec #wlw #wlw fic rec

[mkaugust]

i don't need the symbol of a scar by mkaugust (Chapter 1 on Ao3)

Kent Parson/Jack Zimmermann (past relationship), Rated M

Welcome to the AHL Kent. (Careful what you wish for Kent.)

#my fic #omgcp fic #omgcheckplease #kent parson #jack zimmermann #jackparse #pimms #jack zimmermann/kent parson #alternate timeline #angst #omg check please #omgcp

[nursedexy]

Hello, I just finished the Hat Trick Hearts series by SomewheresSword and ohhhhh my god, it was SO GOOD.

If you like PBJ and you like seeing these boys happy, I highly recommend this series. It's 463,312 words of them being in love and figuring out how that relationship works, both in private and in this heteronormative and monogamy focussed world, and it's very low on angst. It's not pure fluff, there's anxiety and homophobia and dealing with past hurt, but there's no manufactured angst in the relationship, just lots of love and comfort and actual communication! Especially once they get together, which I promise doesn't take too long.

The series is canon divergent from Epikegster, based on the premise that Bitty went to the 2010 Olympics as a figure skater and met (a very sad) Kent there. They became close friends, but only through phonecalls/skype/texting and somehow neither realised that Bitty's captain who he was crushing on was the same guy that Kent had been heartbroken about all these years. So when Kent shows up and sees them taking selfies together, the night goes very differently. Despite this divergence, the series still includes a lot of canon moments, before eventually moving past where the comic ends and folowing these boys for many more years.

I'll link to the fist fic, if the idea of commiting to the whole series is too daunting, you could technically just read this and have a satisfying (and happy) ending in about 90k words. Or just start here and enjoy the journey!

#omgcheckplease #omgcp #do we actually have a tag for pbj? i mean it can't just be #pbj #can it? whatever people looking for the sandwich get to see this fic rec now #jack zimmermann #kent parson #eric bittle #pb&j #pimmbits #<<< found that one on some (excellent) art and i like it #omgcp fic

[porcupine-girl]

I just posted a zimbits fic!

I'm not going to tell you what it's called, because. I don't know what it's called.

It's a followup to Winter Screwed.

Summary:

Jack and Bitty have been secretly dating for a few weeks when Epikegster happens.

Kent looks at Eric again, and apparently he's done with the polite hinting.

"Could we maybe get some fuckin' privacy?" He snaps, directing it half at Eric and half at Jack.

Eric just raises an eyebrow and looks up at Jack. Jack looks back down at him.

"He's fine," Jack says to Kent. "Whatever you've got to say, you can say it in front of him."

#zimbits #omgcp #zimbits fic #omgcp fic #pg writes #I'm sleepy

[somethingnurseywoulddo]

Congrats!!! Could I get #1 or #16 with Zimbits? Thanks!!!!

thank you! and why not get both prompts! Send me a prompt from This List to help me celebrate 900!!!

#1 "I love you more each day."

#16 "You truly are perfect just the way you are."

Jack has been retired from hockey for several years. He’s in his forties now, has two hyperactive children, a handsome husband, good health, an enjoyable position as a Samwell professor.

But when he stares into the mirror, an anxiety deep in his gut swirls. An anxiety he never really got over. When he stares into the mirror, sticky handprints smudging all over, he sees a washed up athlete fully realized. Jack is still on top of his health. Running, skating even, hitting the gym a few days a week, but nothing compared to the raw athleticism from even a couple years ago.

All Jack wants is to showcase that he’s worthy of the gorgeous man he’s married to. He knows, knows, this isn’t a true thought but it’s been getting him lately.

Jack is still staring into the mirror when Bits comes into the bathroom huffing a laugh over the story the kids told him before being tucked into bed. He looks radiant, gold hair still bright, brown eyes still warm, smile still bright. In Jacks heart, Bits is still the man he fell in love with twenty years ago.

Jack can’t help but think I love you, I love you, I love you, I love—

Bits catches Jack staring at him in the mirror. He comes up behind Jack planting his forehead right between his shoulder blades, hands wrapping around Jack and comfortably resting on his stomach. Jack releases a sigh, deep from inside, deep away from the anxieties.

Bits is smarter than that. He knows all of Jacks quirks right down to the very breath he just released.

“What’s wrong, sweetpea?” Soft eyes emphasize Bits’ want to listen, to care.

“My… Euh, my body.” Jack stops, unsure how to continue but Bitty waits patiently, no judgment, “I want to look like someone who is strong for the four of us. Which Shitty is gonna get some sixth sense for now that I’ve said it.” The two of them chuckle.

Bitty calculates how he wants to say what he means when a settled look crosses his face.

“You truly are perfect the way you are.”

It’s exactly what Jack needs. Simple, said with sincerity— factual to Bitty. Jack can’t ignore that.

“I think,” Jack starts, but it’s not quite right, “I know, that I love you more each day.”

He turns around, no longer a staring contest with the mirror, and kisses Bits. It’s getting heated quickly when suddenly Jacks phone rings. He sees the caller ID and turns the screen to show Bitty.

“Oh my god. Shitty really does have a sixth sense.”

#omgcp #check please #omgcheckplease #check please! #eric bittle #jack zimmermann #zimbits #omgcp fic #joey asks

[zimmerdouche]

Hockey is a superstitious sport.

Captain William J. Poindexter muses on this as he partakes in the newest tradition of the class of 2018 - sitting on the reading room with his two best friends, watching Chris Chow painstakingly fill a cone with weed in an attempt to solidify his next shutout.

“Derek, I have to be the one to do this,” Chowder says after Nursey’s umpteenth time trying to control the process without touching anything. “Dex is absolutely useless when it comes to weed and the last time I let you fill the cone, Buckets wiped out into our own goal. Do you know what it feels like to have a 6’7” teenager, on your own team, nearly give you a concussion?”

“Yes, actually, because that same impossibly tall defenseman accidentally high sticked me in the face during practice literally last week,” Nursey reminds him.

“Shut up.”

Chris finishes the task at hand and passes the joint to Nursey. “Last point gets first hit.”

As they settle into their new routine, Dex feels the familiar haze building in the bridge of his nose and lets himself relax into the high. He doesn’t think about their disastrous preseason, the shocking standoffishness of the freshman backup goalie, the clicking that’s already started in his left shoulder that he hasn’t told anyone about yet - or any of the other pressures of being captain. The anxiety and stress disappears, just for a few hours. He can just exist.

Until Nursey decides to drop a fucking nuclear bomb.

“So, we all had a crush on Bitty, right?”

_X_

the bittydex /bittyjackdex brain rot got me

enjoy folx

(only available to registered users bc of ai bs)

#lynn talks #lynn writes #lowkey i’m proud of this one and it’s one of the longest one shots i’ve ever written #william dex poindexter #eric bitty bittle #jack zimmermann #omgcp #omg check please #omgcp fic #omg check please fic #only available to registered users bc of ai bullshit so

[deckthehaus]

We've reached the end! Here are the reveals of our illustrious creators!! Congratulations to everyone, and thank you, all of you, for participating, whether it was prompting, writing, podficcing, reading, listening, reblogging, or some combination of the above. The mods had a ton of fun, and we hope you did, too.

Self-promote! Go forth and reblog! And creators: if you would like to use any of the Deck the Haus art that we've been posting to promote your work, please just reach out. We'd be happy to do a quick edit so the text says your pseud and the name of your work.

As long as you love me so by sweaters_in_the_summer (@sweatersinthesummer)

A Whole Latke Love by Local_Queer (@a-very-gay-disaster)

Baked with Love (it's the thought that counts) by thesleepyskipper (@thesleepyskipper)

[Podfic] Every Time A Bell Rings by sunlightsymphony (@sunlightsymphony), dairaliz (@schitthappens), Amanita_Fierce, sweaters_in_the_summer (@sweatersinthesummer), dessertwaffles (@dessertwaffles), JanuariumPods (@januarium), cottagepodfics (@cottagepodfics), HowOldAreWe, skipperpods (@thesleepyskipper), and RattleandHum_collabs (@thirdeye1234)

Keep warm in winter by Denois (@denois)

knit one, purl cthulhu by cricketnationrise (@cricketnationrise)

Love and Joy Come to You [text + podfic] by DesignatedGrape (@designatedgrape) and RattleandHum (@thirdeye1234)

maybe tonight (the stars align) by dessertwaffles (@dessertwaffles)

meet me at midnight by dessertwaffles (@dessertwaffles)

[Podfic] Merry Christmas, I'm Yours by sweaters_in_the_summer (@sweatersinthesummer)

never gonna find me a better day by cricketnationrise (@cricketnationrise)

No Kiss Goodbye by Denois (@denois)

Northern Attitude by misswhimsy (@missanniewhimsy)

on the first day of christmas... by cricketnationrise (@cricketnationrise)

Operation Get Bitty Better by Local_Queer (@a-very-gay-disaster)

[Podfic] Please (Don't) Have Snow by cottagepodfics (@cottagepodfics)

Red Robe, Red Ribbon, Red Boxers by em_words (@bittysovenbetsy)

Ringing In by cricketnationrise (@cricketnationrise)

Snow Day by Local_Queer (@a-very-gay-disaster)

Soup for the (Pure of) Heart by Denois (@denois)

the beat my heart skips by MKAugust (@mkaugust)

To Begin Again by Local_Queer (@a-very-gay-disaster)

to dance under sparkling lights by cricketnationrise (@cricketnationrise)

When Lucia Day Dawns by lincyclopedia (@the-lincyclopedia)

[Podfic] You Can Plan on Me by cottagepodfics (@cottagepodfics)

You make me feel like a million bucks, you do by RabbitRunnah (@doggernaut)

#deck the haus #deck the haus 2022 #omgcp #check please #omgcheckplease #check please fic #check please podfic #omgcp fic #omgcp fanart #zimbits #nurseydex #polyfrogs #pb&j

[wrathofthestag]

Summary:  Eric Bittle’s a hopeless romantic! Not exactly a great trait for someone who is perpetually lonely. His only hope at romance is his crush on the mystery man he serves at the While You Were Sleeping Cafe. His crush takes an unexpected turn when he saves him while being mugged and gets mistaken for the man’s fiance. Could this finally be a chance at romance for Bitty? Not if Mystery Man’s brother, Jack, has something to say about it.

A Zimbits AU based on the movie, While You Were Sleeping.

Chapter 1: Mystery Man and Life's Plan is up.

#zimbits #zimbits au #jack zimmermann #eric bittle #zimbits fic #omgcp fic #I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING

[doggernaut]

fic: I'll Be Home For Christmas

Happy to reveal my 2023 @deckthehaus fic, I'll Be Home For Christmas. Escape to a not-too-distant future in which Bitty's on book tour right before Christmas, and Jack's holding it all together at home like the rockstar dad/trophy husband he is.

Or, alternatively, the one where Bitty goes day drinking with Seth Meyers.

Read it on ao3

#omgcp #omgcp fic #zimbits fic #deck the haus #future fic

[flowerfan2]

I can't believe it's Halloween... I haven't written anything new for spooky season, much to my dismay. But I offer up for your reading pleasure this lovely Halloween fic from a few years ago.

Love Is Kind of Crazy (With a Spooky Little Boy Like You) M, 28 k. Jack/Bitty.

Jack is contemplating what to do after retiring from the NHL, so he and Bitty take some time off to enjoy autumn in New England. They hadn’t counted on the scary stuff that would happen, both of the Halloween variety and of a more personal nature.

Chapter 1

Bitty spreads newspaper on the kitchen island, and carefully lays out their carving tools and his second best knife. Jack is going to be home any minute from a Halloween event with the Falconers, and he had promised to bring home two of the best pumpkins for their own carving session.

It’s been a difficult time for Jack lately. Ever since deciding to retire from the Falcs, he’s been at loose ends. He had never fully recovered from a knee injury in his fourth season that kept him off the ice for six weeks, and after limping (literally) through the rest of the year, he had come to the conclusion that he would never recover fully enough to play professional ice hockey again the way he wanted – needed – to be able to play. 

Bitty remembers with a wry grin a conversation over drinks with Bob and Alicia, outside on a warm summer night in the backyard of their Montreal home. Jack had been so worried about the whole discussion, his hands clenching nervously in his lap.

“This doesn’t have to be a bad thing, Jack,” Bob said, glancing quickly at Alicia, who nodded in agreement. “I know you have interests other than hockey, much as you might try to hide it from the world. Now you can spend more time on something else.”

Jack looked helplessly at Bitty, who laid his hands over Jack’s and gave them a squeeze. “That’s what I keep telling him,” Bitty said encouragingly.

“I just don’t know where to start. I’ve been getting calls and offers ever since the news broke. It’s…”

“Overwhelming,” Alicia said. “I remember those days. Isn’t Melinda helping you?”

Melinda was Jack’s agent-slash-assistant; when Jack came out, he had enlisted her help, wisely realizing that it might be of use to have someone not on the Falcs’ payroll helping him navigate the shark-infested waters of the media. She’s been called in on various occasions ever since.

“Yeah, but she wants to know what I want to do so she can narrow it down. And I don’t know what to tell her.”

“You don’t have to decide right away, son,” Bob said, leaning over to refill Alicia’s glass, which had been drained rather quickly.

“I know, I told her I’d let her know by the end of the week. But-”

“A week? That’s not exactly what I had in mind,” Bob replied, a smirk growing on his face.

After further discussion, Jack and Bitty had decided that he would take six months, more or less, before committing to any other long-term obligations. So Jack had continued to help with Falconers publicity events, sat in on board meetings of various national organizations, been a guest coach for hockey leagues large and small… and still didn’t know what he wanted to do. Lately Bitty had been sending away for brochures for masters’ programs in history and photography and teaching and leaving them lying around their apartment, and while Jack accepted them good-naturedly, he hadn’t expressed any interest in finding out more information.

Bitty doesn’t want to rush him, but he thinks that Jack’s indecision itself is starting to upset him. He really hopes something strikes Jack soon, before he worries himself into a complete inability to make up his mind.

“Honey, I’m home,” Jack calls out, a smile in his voice as he shoves open the front door with his hip. He’s carrying two gigantic pumpkins with ease. His knee doesn’t bother him much most days, at least if he doesn’t push himself too hard. Jack sets the pumpkins down on the kitchen island before accepting a hello kiss from Bitty.

“Lord, those are big boys,” Bitty says, and flushes when Jack winks at him. “Shush, you. You know I meant the pumpkins.”

“Fine.” Jack presses Bitty up against the counter and kisses him again.

Bitty winds his arms around Jack’s neck, happily obliging. Jack seems much cheerier right now than he has of late, and the words pop out of his mouth before he can stop them. “What’s got into you, sweetheart? Weren’t you just carving pumpkins for hours with elementary school kids?”

Jack laughs and steps back. “Yes. But all the way home I kept thinking of you, getting ready to draw your pumpkin face for the year, that little frown crumpling your eyebrows…”

Bitty regards Jack curiously. “You were thinking of me while playing with the kids?”

“After I was done playing with the kids. And yes, I was.” Jack leans in for another kiss, prim this time, and then motions to the counter. “So, which one do you want?”

Bitty considers his options. “This one.” Bitty points to the slightly narrower pumpkin. “I want to do a scary face this time, and this one seems scarier.”

Jack doesn’t question his decision, although Bitty has no idea why that pumpkin seems scarier to him. “Okay.”

They get to work, cutting around the stem on the top of each pumpkin and scooping out the insides. Bitty gathers up the seeds for toasting; he’s going to use them in a pumpkin seed granola recipe he found online last week. 

“How was today’s event?” Bitty asks, as he searches for a better pencil with which to sketch his design.

“Same as last year. Except they had a different story for me to read.”

“Oh?”

“Yup.”

“What story?”

Jack pauses with a paring knife in his hand, and looks at Bitty. “Any chance you know what the origin of ‘Jack O’Lantern’ is?”

“Um, who’s the history nerd here?”

Jack makes as if to flick a pumpkin seed in Bitty’s direction, but continues. “There’s an Irish folktale about a man named Stingy Jack. He invited the devil to have a drink with him, but didn’t want to pay. Things went downhill from there-”

“I can imagine.”

“And so when Stingy Jack eventually died, the devil wouldn’t let him into hell. Instead he sent Jack off into the night with only a burning coal to light his way. Jack put the coal into a carved-out turnip and has been roaming the Earth with it ever since. The Irish took to calling him ‘Jack of the Lantern’ or ‘Jack O’Lantern.’”

“Well, that’s not a very nice story to read to kids.”

Jack harrumphed. “I know, right? But I guess the idea is that people started to carve scary faces into turnips and potatoes and eventually pumpkins, and put them in the window to frighten Stingy Jack and other evil spirits away.”

“So the kids all made scary pumpkins to scare Stingy Jack away?”

“Exactly.”

“Still sounds like a bad story to read to kids.” And not a very nice story to make Jack read, either. He’s no evil spirit, whether he quit the Falconers or not. Bitty can’t imagine that the Falcs publicist meant anything by the choice, but he still doesn’t appreciate it. And he has the feeling Jack doesn’t either.

Bitty looks at the pumpkin in front of him and starts to rub off the pencil lines. “I changed my mind. I’m making a happy face this year.”

Jack doesn’t say anything, and when Bitty looks up at him, his eyes are wet. “What?” Bitty asks. “I can change my mind.”

“I love you, Bits,” Jack says, his voice low.

Bitty puts down his knife, wipes his hands on his apron, and takes Jack in his arms. “Love you too, sweetheart. Always."

Read the rest of the chapters on A03 here.

#omgcp #check please #zimbits #Halloween #check please fic #omgcp fic

[mkaugust]

i don't need the symbol of a scar Chapter 2! Read it here!

"One question answered; he was in the AHL. For the Providence Falconers’ affiliate team."

(Start from the beginning on Ao3 here)

#omgcp #kent parson #omgcp fic #omgcheckplease #my fic #here we go #we're hopping universes baby #featuring: new favorite goalie? #me? accidentally writing an OC who is a GOALIE? #its more likely than you think

[bitty-smol]

Chapters:  1/1

Fandom:  Check Please! (Webcomic)

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings:  No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships:  Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Kent "Parse" Parson Characters:  Eric "Bitty" Bittle, Kent "Parse" Parson

Additional Tags:  Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, vague hand wave-y background plot, Hitman AU, the hitman element is so nonexistent in this im so sorry, kink heavy, Praise Kink, Handcuffs, Riding Crops, Blindfolds, Dom/sub, dom!Bitty, sub!kent, Subspace, ot3 in future parts

Series:  Part 1 of some great reward

Summary:  You see, there’s something kinda sordid about hooking up with your coworker on company time, especially when said company time is supposed to be used to kill a high ranking politician.

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Fic graphic made by the lovely: sae <3

#gonna post about my fic a zillion times #i apologize to ppl who have reblogged my fic already lol #omgcp #omg check please #bittyparse #eric bittle #kent parson #fics #omgcp fic #omgcp! #my fics

[porcupine-girl]

Chapters: 8/9 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann Summary:

A collection of alternate ways Jack and Bitty could have gotten together if Bad Bob had never given his son that important push at graduation.

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I posted that chapter! This is Story 4, Part III, and it comes 5.5 years after Part II was posted so, uh. You might want to reread as a refresher LOL As I suggested back then, this one does raise the rating of the fic to an E, but it’s the only chapter with smut.

I have the final chapter/story finished, too, I just need to edit it!

#zimbits #omgcp fic #zimbits fic #pg writes #wip cleanout