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Hello friends. I mentioned it might happen and now it’s official—A scrubbed version of All Hail the Underdogs will be published as the third book in my Breakaway Series (aka after LRPD and LYNLTP). I signed the contract today⭐️ ⭐️ so you have a week to go download it (until Jan 30)⭐️⭐️ before my publisher requires that I take it down. A word of warning—I’ve changed the scrubbed version Quite a bit from the original in terms of secondary/background characters; you will recognize none of the old Samwell hockey crew. So if you want The Boys (TM) (and Lardo) go download it now or forever hold your peace.

Questions folks might have:

1. What about Matts or Martel/Okezie’s stories?

Matts will be book 4. I'm working on that now. Martel/Okezie will be book 5.

2. Will you turn any of your other fic into published fiction?

I don’t think so. The check please fics were mostly an excuse for me to play in a hockey sandbox and I relied a lot on headcanons/Fanons when writing. That made them easy to scrub and turn into their own thing. Everything else I’ve written I feel is tied much more closely to the source material (HP, Old Guard, Mandalorian, Sherlock, Bond) so A. It’d be hard to scrub and B. I just want to enjoy fic and let people enjoy my fic and not feel like I need to try and monetize all my writing. Especially now that I have this series I can keep expanding. My goal with publishing at all was to start making a name for myself now so that when I retire (maybe early? depending on how things go) I can write as a second career. I've achieved that, now.

3. After you take it down will you still share downloaded versions if people lose their copy or miss the deadline?

My publishing contract doesn’t allow that, but I’ll make a post just like I did for LRPD where folks with copies can share them with folks who need copies. I’m absolutely not going to hold the story hostage. If you don’t want to pay for the new version, you 100% won’t have to.

4. When will it be published?

Book two will be out in late spring or early summer 2023. Book three will likely be spring of 2024 but nothing official yet considering I just signed the contract today.

5. Will the same cover artist do the art? Provided Jick is still down, yes! We are all about supporting fantastically talented fan artists (and continuity) in this house.

6. Will you keep writing fic?

Of course! I'm writing a new HP fic now and already have another HP fic and a Witcher fic idea percolating. My writing might slow down with Real Life work stuff and publishing stuff, but like...the majority of my friends are here. I learned to write here. I like it here. Why would I leave?

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Author: westernredcedar Rating: Explicit Status: complete Length: 14K

People don’t recognize hockey players out in the world as often as you might think. So Jack is surprised when Providence Falconer Eric Bittle walks through the door and he recognizes him immediately.

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Wondering if you could help me find a fic? I've been looking all over the place for a fic I read years ago, where Jack ran away from home. I think it was posted to Tumblr. Bob had a not-so-great reaction to Jack coming out to him and Jack ran away and hid his identity. Eventually he runs into Bitty and they get married. At least part of the fic is from Bob's POV where he finds Jack (maybe in a cafe?).

Can anyone help out Anon? I don’t recognize this one, alas.

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Wondering if you could help me find a fic? I've been looking all over the place for a fic I read years ago, where Jack ran away from home. I think it was posted to Tumblr. Bob had a not-so-great reaction to Jack coming out to him and Jack ran away and hid his identity. Eventually he runs into Bitty and they get married. At least part of the fic is from Bob's POV where he finds Jack (maybe in a cafe?).

Can anyone help out Anon? I don’t recognize this one, alas.

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hi, i'm looking for a nurseydex fic where they're fwb and doing dom/sub stuff with no discussion or knowledge. at some point they're on a roadie and dex doesn't realise that nursey's stuck in a weird mood afterwards. ransom and holster realise this and holster gets really angry at dex for not taking care of nursey. thanks in advance!

Hmm, I don’t recognize this one. Readers, do you know it?

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Hey, everyone! Today I’m asking on my own behalf for a change: does anyone have a copy of Xiaq’s Like Real People Do that you could share? I discovered that when I cleaned out duplicate downloads, I deleted the full version and kept the one that only goes up to chapter 12. 🤦‍♀️ DM me if you’ve got it? — Stephanie

ETA: got it. Thank you, everyone!

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Author: wit 
Rating: teen
Status: complete
Length: 13K “Small world, huh,” Jack hears himself saying weakly. The moment stretches thin between them, until finally Bitty echoes, his tone laden with incredulity, “You don’t say.” Or: Jack and Bitty both reluctantly agree to go on a blind date. Coincidentally, it’s the same blind date.

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AU where Bitty owns a bakery and never played hockey at Samwell, but he REFUSES to sell any goods to anyone on the Providence Falconers/any hockey team as a promise to his friends on SMH, all of whom root for different teams

However, since Bitty doesn’t personally watch hockey and actively avoids it, he doesn’t think it’ll be a problem and just jokes about it to Jack, the cute Canadian guy who he’s pretty sure is a sports photographer

Jack then awkwardly laughs, but spends his visits trying to make sure Bitty doesn’t figure out he’s one of the star forwards for the local NHL team

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jack doesn’t miss the draft, is closeted and lonely so he subscribes to college student bitty’s onlyfans

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jack doesn't know about onlyfans.

he really doesn't, but one day, he happens on a recipe website for a more interesting kind of chicken tenders, because it's getting kind of boring, and when he gets through the comments, he sees that people aren't exactly happy with the results of this recipe. "e. rick's recipe is so much better! he has it on his blog!"

so jack writes that name down in google search, and finds 1. a mostly empty twitter, 2. an old blog with 2-3 recipes, none of which are chicken tenders, 3. an onlyfans.

cooking... fans?

but yeah, this must be where the new blog is, and jack has to pay to access it, which also makes sense, because how much do you usually earn with a normal recipe website? if the food is that good, he doesn't mind spending a few bucks per month for it.

he creates his profile - laurent carter, his usual fake name, and when he land's on e's profile, he gapes.

so, not a cooking website.

jack closes the app. then opens it up, after a minute or two.

it's a bit like an... instagram, but a bit more racy. there are mostly pictures, never showing a face, just- shoulders, chest, groin, legs, ass. and he's athletic. jack can see that. the pictures emphasize that.

it does stay tasteful, and a few pictures are definitely artistic. those catch jack's attention - the lighting, the quality of the camera, it's clear that e is not taking those himself. but there are a couple of iphone ones too, less pin-upy, more explicit. the outline of an erection in a jean. a picture taken in a mirror, showing the underside curve of his ass, just under his loose hoodie. always suggestive. (and jack understands. it works. it works even more than outright porn.)

he swallows, opens the little chat because there's no way in hell he's going to find that recipe here, and writes, Hey. Do you still have that recipe for chicken tenders?

at samwell, bitty's just done with his classes for the day, when he receives the notification. he sighs, because he doesn't really like receiving onlyfans messages - he's not into dirty talking the people who follow him, which is usually what they want. he opens the app, and stares at the message for a long, long time. a smile breaks on his face.

they get chatting. it's a surprisingly normal conversation for the type of content e is putting out there. but jack does enjoy it, even though he doesn't get the recipe - e lost is somewhere, and he's going to take some time later to type it back for jack. or well, for laurent.

outside of messaging, jack tries not to go on e's onlyfans. and miserably fails. he likes the conversation - they're chirping each other back and forth, about food, more often than not ("chicken tenders, really? how old are you?" - "old enough to be on here." and then: "25, if you want to know.") (because the internet is full of creeps and jack doesn't want to sound like a creep.) about photography (e is a model for his artist friend taking a photography seminar) and about hockey. because e plays. of course. so, they're kind of... friends? until the day e posts a picture of his ass in a jockstrap (not the hockey kind), as he's lying down on his bed, the small of his back suggestively curved. it's not a big ass by all means, but it's... cute. jack wants to touch it. bite it.

he closes the app as soon as the thought manifests. what he can't really stop is visualizing it as he jerks off in the shower, later that day.

fuck, he's got a crush on a... porn person.

it would be pathetic as hell if jack wasn't making friends at the moment. but shitty has taken him out a few times since he finished college (they met when shitty was doing a paper on toxic masculinity in the hockey world), and then, shitty showed up at a game with two friends, both wearing jack's number - lardo and bitty.

as much as jack doesn't like going out, he does enjoy that little group's company. during their first night out together, lardo goes after shitty to fetch drinks, and bitty leans in towards jack with a meaningful look, their shoulders brushing. "lord, how long do you bet before these two figure things out?" and jack stares at lardo and shitty, and goes oh.

after that, when they meet up, lardo and shitty are inevitably getting closer and closer, which leaves bitty and jack together. it's not a burden - jack likes bitty. bitty is fun. bitty is interesting. bitty makes him smile. that's always a good feeling.

until jack goes to reply to e, one evening, and lands on a short video of e wearing a hockey jersey, his erection poking against the fabric as he changes the angle of his body. a falconer's jersey. and he's facing the camera, so jack can't really see if it's his number (there are no chances it is, though), but it's easy enough to imagine, and so he slips his hand in his sweatpants and jerks off right then and there, eyes on his phone.

"a falconer's fan, eh?" - "oh lord, I bought that as a halloween costume." - "who did you go as?" - "this is embarrassing, but... jack zimmermann."

so it was his jersey. tabarnak. which doesn't mean e likes jack zimmermann. well, him.

"I've heard he's an asshole." (e takes a long time to reply) "he's not! he really isn't. he looks a bit stiff during interviews, but that's how all hockey players are, if you don't know. I'm sure it's only because he wants to do things right. he's... passionate."

jack smiles. okay.

jack catches himself smiling at bitty, one day, as bitty is telling him about how practice went. and fuck. because crushing on a random internet person is kind of... fine, because it's not like anything is going to happen, crushing on your friend, who is definitely out of your league, is a whole other deal. bitty is walking proof that jack isn't good at any of this.

on the other hand, he gets closer to e. and e seems to enjoy talking with him - enough that he tells jack how to get a snapchat, and exchanges his contact with him. so now, jack has erb1995 on his phone, which he can send texts and pictures to.

they keep on chatting there. one late night, jack learns that e doesn't have a boyfriend, but that he'd like to. "doesn't seem like you'd have any problem finding one," jack writes. e is young, in college, sweet, interesting and hot. "I know, I know, but... I really like this one guy. and he doesn't even know I exist. or he does, but he's straight. lord, sorry, I don't even know why I'm telling you this." - "he's missing out, then." - "😊"

e's onlyfans just gets more and more explicit. until one day, jack goes to bed in his hotel room to the sight of e, legs open, two fingers stuck in his ass.

around christmas, late at night again, jack receives a new snap message: "lord Im bored" - "you okay?" - "not rlly, date just threw up onmy shoes 😩" - "sorry" - ";__; do u like me?" - "yeah?" - "I mean physically. u never said." - "yeah." / "I'm still on your onlyfans, aren't I?" / "you're hot."

jack isn't sure what this is all about, but maybe e needs a bit of comfort because he's crushing on a straight guy and his date just threw up on him. e replies with a snap, of his naked collarbone, shoulder and neck, blushing red.

another snap, thirty second later, where e unzips the front of his jeans, bringing his erection out, tugging at it a few times, with a winking emoji sticking in one corner.

"fuck" - "u like that, sweetie?" - "yeah. you're really hot."

this isn't onlyfans, this is just for him. he's- sexting. with a stranger. kind of. fuck fuck fuck.

another snap, of e really going at it now, his hand blurry over his dick, little breathing sounds in the phone's speaker, and jack replays it a few times as he jerks himself off along.

"fuck, you made me come." - "rlly?" - "yeah" - "can I see? 😳" - "... seriously?" - "fair is fair, mister 😤"

and yeah- he's right. so jack takes a snap of his chest, his abs covered in come, and his now-soft dick, and sends it to e.

"😳😳😳😳😳" - "what?" - "ur not what I expected" - "what did you expect?" - "I do porn on the internet, laurent, you could be anyone. seventy. or... not a hunk." - "you already know I'm 25. what's a hunk?" - "a man whos an superhero actor in hiding. please tell me youre not captain america." - "I'm not an actor. and I'm canadian." - "as if i couldn't recognize chris evan's chest on sight. captain canada, then. happy to have served queen and country. 😌" - "you're not canadian." - "what I am is going to sleep, captain obvious. sleep well. 😘"

it's not... the last time that happens.

in the meanwhile, bitty distances himself a bit from jack. it's the spring semester, which is hard enough, jack understands, but he also wonders if he did something wrong. did he?

until the day jack gets on e's onlyfans, and sees the latest - and longest video that's been posted on there recently. it's a shot taken from above, of e's shoulder, chest and neck, flushed red as his arm moves in a recognizable way, his hand outside of the frame, the movement accompanied with a characteristic wet sound as he touches himself. jack doesn't even think about it and jerks himself off - the video is long enough, in real time, that pressure is building up just as e makes a few guttural sounds, the wet sounds speeding up. jack closes his eyes, trying to think about nothing in particular, until he hears his name -- "jack!" -- and orgasms to the thought of eric bittle calling out his name.

he calms his breathing down, sitting on top of his bed, for a few moments, until his eyes spring open. it's not a thought that came from him. sure, bitty has been the subject of a few fantasies lately, but jack wouldn't imagine this.

so he rewinds the video, places his ear against it, and then and there, between two quick breaths, his name.

a lot of people are called jack. it could be any other jack on earth. but then. but then.

but then, the puzzle pieces come together. e likes cooking. e plays hockey. e is from the south. not still in the south, like jack thought, but from the south. he has his jersey. a video that came up a few days after bitty went to his first game with shitty. his onlyfans name is e. rick for fuck's sake. oh, fuck.

and what about e saying he's crushing on a straight guy? doesn't that mean- no. it can't. jack shouldn't go there.

a few days later, bitty comes to the game, and jack still doesn't know if he should make himself known or not. what if bitty takes it badly? that he and jack have been... fooling around, anonymously. bitty might not even like jack. their friendship might be done over this.

but then, jack sees bitty, small and athletic and beaming at him, and the first thing that escapes jack's lips is, "you still haven't given me that chicken tenders recipe."

shock on bitty's face. then, understanding. "oh my god. oh my god, you're- you're...! oh my god, I've seen you naked!"

bitty is so red, jack laughs. "I've seen you naked too, if that makes things better."

it kind of does. bitty is still so, so red, so jack explains how he didn't know until a few days ago, wasn't even sure until now. and bitty seems so embarrassed, until he looks up at jack. "so... do you want me to cook those chicken tenders for you?"

they end up at jack's place. they're nervous in the car, and once they get to jack's apartment, bitty nearly jumps on him, closing the distance between their lips. it's a scorching first kiss, until jack breaks them apart. "what about the chicken tenders?"

and bitty laughs, and laughs, because he didn't come here to cook, lord, no, that was just an excuse, but now he's go the confirmation that jack isn't a creep just using him for sex, that he's just an awkward, silly boy really into chicken tenders. and into eric bittle.

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okay but it becomes a tradition, right? jack will be 32 and bitty will be 27 and a cousin’s wife will ask suzanne just before the fireworks start if it’s true that jack zimmermann comes here for the 4th and could she be introduced? and suzanne will sigh and reply that they took the truck and went out, knowing full well that her son is off somewhere getting involved in a field 

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the people you’ll love in college

“So you remember,” Holster starts, leaning against the counter, “how sophomore year, we had that talk with Bitty? About the—”

Ransom’s already nodding from the table. “The people you’ll love in college, yeah,” he says. “What about it?”

There’s the classmate you crush on every time they write something down. There’s the person you see once across a party and speak to once — just once, that’s crucial — just a fleeting moment of wow, the universe got this one right before you kiss and never see each other again. There’s the person you wreck your sleep schedule for, the person you shouldn’t end up with but do, the one whose number you delete years afterwards after being bolstered with cheap booze and your best friends. There might be a first kiss, there might be a first time, there might be someone sweet you go on dates with to pass the semester; each of those is a love in its own way. And there’s all of your friends. Everyone’s a little in love with their friends. 

Holster doesn’t really know why it’s coming up now when he’s spent years being okay with it, but it’s that class they shared freshman year, and it’s that time they kissed in the corner of a party and never talked about it afterward. And it’s definitely, definitely that sleepless, frantic night built on years of waiting and wanting and hoping, staying up too late and blinking bleary-eyed at the next morning, bedsheets spilling onto the floor before finally stepping back into reality.

“You’re all of them for me,” he says. “All of them. At least in some way or another. I think I’ve fallen in love with you at least a thousand times since I’ve known you.”

“Oh,” Ransom says softly. “Hey, Holtzy.”

It’s a come here and an I want you, don’t you see that, and Holster loves him. Holster loves him as he walks toward him, and Holster loves him as he takes his hands, and Holster loves him as he cradles Rans’ face, loves him as Rans pulls him in for a kiss. 

Rans tilts his head back and Holster leans down and their next kiss is too smiley to last long, but it’s a forever kind of kiss. So is the next one, and the next one, and the one after.

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Zimbits - Bartender!Jack + NHL!Bitty AU

Prompt: Retired NHL player Jack Zimmermann takes ownership of a sports bar in Pittsburgh and accidentally falls for the Penguins’ (closeted) new left winger.

A/N - just the start, I’d like to get around to more of this; the basic idea was an It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia AU, but I couldn’t manage to make everyone that terrible so Jack owns and operates a gay sports bar and starts crushing on one of his patrons.

“Can’t believe you’ve owned this place since ’89.” Jack coughs, waving the dust away from his face. “Did you ever come back after we moved home?”

It’d be disingenuous to say Jack had been expecting anything other than cigars and whiskey when his father had invited him on a trip down to Pittsburgh to see Mario and glad-hand some Penguins sponsors. In fact, he’d kind of been looking forward to sulking and getting shit-faced, not limping around a condemned building dodging roaches and rats.

“It was an investment opportunity. That was the trend back then, famous athletes buying up restaurants and clubs — I had big plans for this building. Then your mother got pregnant and I realized I didn’t really give two shits about running a nightclub.”

“Realized you were pretty lazy, huh?”

As Bob laughs, Jack picks at the peeling, lacquered bartop, trying not to imagine how many decades of grime he’s just collecting under his nail, the situation made even more disgusting in such close proximity to the glittering gold championship ring his father had insisted he wear to their lunch meeting with the Penguins front-office suits. Jack flicks the gunk away as Bob levels him with a weighty look, hands braced in the air as if outlining a play and not offering a tour of a cobweb-filled dive.

“Here’s my thought,” Bob says. “The bar. It’s yours.”

Jack leans against the counter, taking some weight off his braced leg, and asks, “What’s mine?”

“This place,” Bob gestures around the room. “The whole building. It’s just sitting here, empty, the bar, the liquor license, there’s apartments and office space upstairs, we’d just need to do some renovations and —“

Jack can’t help himself. He barks a laugh and says, “I’m not moving to Pittsburgh.”

“How many times have you and I talked about opening a sports bar? I’d wanted to get this place fixed up so it’d be ready when you retired, but since the final — you could make it a gay bar, even, if you wanted!” Bob says quickly, offering another awkward olive branch. “A gay sports bar. I wouldn’t care.”

“A gay sports bar. In Pittsburgh,” Jack echoes, reaching for a chirp to defend himself, but he closes him mouth as he realizes a sports bar run by a Zimmermann might not be a terrible investment idea. “The building needs a ton of work,” Jack settles. “I just saw a rat.”

“That was a mouse,” Bob dismisses, not bothering to look at the rat still clearly in view. “Nothing that can’t be fixed. Got a dollar?”

Jack pats his pockets, finds a spare looney and hands it over. Bob doesn’t hesitate, pulling an envelope out of his back pocket to exchange for the coin.

“Congratulations. You are now the proud owner of,” Bob looks around helplessly. “I actually don’t know what they call this place now. A Bar?”

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out.” Jack swallows against the tightness in his throat, holding the deed carefully in his hands. “Thanks, Dad.”

Bob brings Jack in for a loose hug and they both ignore the soft squeaking coming from the backroom.

Five Years Later

There’s a man examining the announcement board in the vestibule, and Jack knows that posture: the forward hip cant, thick thighs, a small but definite bubble butt — guy’s a hockey player, and he has been for some time.

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Hey there! do you know any good writers who do commissioned writing for nsfw check please fics?

I do not, but hey writers, consider this a place to drop your name in the replies!

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Hey! I'm asking on a wish and a prayer, but I missed heyfightme's posts about taking down their fics, and there's one in particular I'm devastated I won't be able to revisit -- "the roads lead back to you" and I'm hoping beyond belief that someone downloaded a copy they might be able to share?? It would make my year.

Yeah, I’ve got you. I’ll send you a message. -- @s-leary

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Hi, not sure if I stumbled upon this fic here or on AO3, but I’m trying to find this one where either Snowy or Poots (can’t remember which) confuses Bitty for Jack’s private chef instead of his boyfriend and gets mad that Jack isn’t paying Bitty for all this food he always makes him, and totally misreads the situation. Thanks, your page is a gold mine!

This is PorcupineGirl’s Excuse Me While I Kiss This Guy.

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Hey, if you’re a fan of heyfightme’s fic, download it before January 16. They’ve announced that they plan to delete them from AO3.

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Hi! I don't know if you're even active, or if you can help me, but I've been looking for a specific fanfic for a while.

It was about the Samwell hockey boys making a Tumblr blog for (usually NSFW) confessions about the Providence Falconers. The Falconers ended up finding the blog and reading through it regularly. (There was something at the end too, but I can't quite recall it.)

Thank you!!

Yep, still here! Just not reading much new stuff at the moment, but still happy to take questions!

Is this one:

Confess Your Sins    

Superdaisies       

New England hockey fangirls cried the day dirtyfalconersconfessions became an active tumblr account.