#my nicojack heart....

[ohmypuckingod]

NJ vs NSH // Nico's Natural Hatty

[willysnylander]

I COME WORH A WORD AND A PAIRING!!!!! to be simple it is just ‘sweet’ + nicojack :]

thank you so much for this, olive!! hope you like it! <3

“I got you something.”

Jack’s eyes are bleary as they lift to Nico’s face - the pain meds he’s been on since the surgery make him tired, so he’s been napping a lot lately - and the smile that takes over his face is tired, but Nico still thinks he looks beautiful.

“Yeah?” Noticing the way Nico holds one hand behind his back, Jack immediately attempts to peak around his boyfriend’s waist. “What is it?”

Nico quickly twists, keeping his little present hidden from view, and laughs a little when Jack pouts.

“Close your eyes, schatz,” he instructs. “It’ll be a little surprise for you.”

“I don’t like surprises,” Jack mumbles, voice closer to a whine than it probably would be if the pain meds weren’t still affecting him. In addition to the tiredness, they’ve also been making him a little more emotional than usual, which he’s complained to Nico several times by this point that he hates; Jack is the kind of person who prefers to have a grasp on what he’s feeling and how much of it he outwardly shows, and it hurts Nico almost as much as it hurts Jack himself to see that, on top of the still-not-completely gone pain in his shoulder and the tired sluggishness that the meds have made settle over his brain, some of his control has been taken away from him.

But, well, that’s what Nico’s little present is for, isn’t it? A little thing to cheer him up, to clear away the air of tired sad in pain that has been drifting around him since he got hurt again, even if only for a few moments.

“Close your eyes,” Nico repeats, “and hold out your hands. Don’t open them until I tell you.”

Jack heaves a sigh that he would likely insist is not dramatic at all, thank you very much, if Nico were to tease him about it, but he obeys. Despite his annoyed act, Nico sees an anticipatory smile fighting to make its way onto his face, and the sight makes his own smile stretch a bit wider.

He makes sure the gift is set securely in Jack’s palms, not wanting his boy to drop it and risk making him even sadder, then says, “You can open your eyes now.” When Jack does, and Nico watches his eyes light up and hears the tiny delighted gasp that escapes him, it’s all he can do not to grin so wide it splits his face.

In Jack’s hands, partially wrapped in a white napkin so it doesn’t make a mess of his palms and fingers, sits an impressively-sized cinnamon roll, big enough to give their team nutritionist a heart attack if the poor guy was ever to see it, golden-brown and slathered with cream cheese frosting that hasn’t even hardened yet. It’s still warm through the napkin; a worker at the bakery down the street from Jack and Luke’s apartment where Nico bought it, the one Jack loves and has regularly mourned not being able to visit every day because of their diet plan, had just been putting a fresh batch into the display case when Nico had walked in earlier, an amazing little stroke of luck.

“Neeks!” Jack practically squeals, looking up at his boyfriend with a huge grin. He certainly doesn’t look as tired as he did only a moment ago - his eyes are alert and shining with happiness. “Is this from the bakery down the street? You did not have to get me this, oh my God.”

“I know I didn’t have to,” says Nico. “But I wanted to.” He moves from where he’s been standing above Jack to sit on the couch beside him, leaning over to press a kiss to Jack’s cheek as soon as he’s seated. “You deserve a little something sweet.”

What he really means is, You deserve something that’s going to make you happy, even if it’s just something as small as this. You’re going through a lot right now, and I hate that I can’t fix everything that’s wrong, but I can do this for you. You deserve everything sweet and good in this world, and I would get it for you if I could, but since I can’t, I’ll give you this instead.

He means all of that, but he doesn’t have the courage to say it, so he just leaves it at that. Somehow, he gets the feeling that Jack understands, anyway.

His boy turns to look at him, smiling in that way that makes his eyes and nose scrunch up, that way that makes sunlight explode in Nico’s chest whenever he sees it. Still holding the cinnamon roll in his hands like a precious treasure, he pecks Nico on the lips and says, “Don’t even need this. Already got my something sweet right in front of me.”

Nico laughs, even as Jack’s words make the sunlight in his chest shine that much brighter. “You’re so cheesy.”

“You know you love it.”

“Of course I do,” he agrees without a hint of hesitation. After taking a second to feel good about the slight blush that blossoms across Jack’s cheeks when he says that, he reaches over and taps one finger against the inside of Jack’s wrist. “You should start eating that, they’re never as good once the frosting hardens.”

Jack doesn’t need to be told twice. He brings the cinnamon roll to his mouth, carefully rearranging the napkin so that he can hold it to eat it without getting his fingers sticky, and takes a big bite. His eyes close as he chews, and Nico has to fight a smile at the loud, satisfied moan he lets out, even tilting his head back slightly and letting the longer bits of his hair fall around his shoulders.

Jack takes two more bites, getting half of the pastry gone, before he turns back to Nico, smiling wider than Nico thinks he has since he hurt his shoulder. The frosting is smeared around his mouth a bit, little flecks of it caught in the fuzz on his upper lip. His eyes, Nico’s favorite shade of blue, are brighter and more alert than they have been in a little bit, crinkling at the edges from his joy at the simple pleasure of a sweet treat after the stress and pain the last few weeks have held for him.

It’s a relatively simple sight, a bit of a messy one even, but to Nico, right now, seeing the man he loves smiling and happy is damn close to art.

“Thank you, Neeks, really,” says Jack, never losing that beautiful smile. “This was really thoughtful, and I definitely appreciate it. You’re always really good to me, I probably don’t thank you for that enough, so thank you.”

And rather then telling Jack that he doesn’t need to thank him, that would do anything if it meant making Jack happy, that he loves Jack more than he will ever be able to properly express in words, Nico answers his boy with a kiss. It tastes of sugar, cinnamon, sunshine, and love.

send me a pairing + a random word and i’ll write you a little something!!

[alpineshift]

may i request #21 + trades (nicojack?) hit me where it hurts

where's the "I have 1 (one) fear" t-shirt I need it asap 😭 thank you for sending this in!

Bear with me once again on my lack of understanding on (gestures) anything NHL related really

21. “Then take me with you.”

It's the way Nico says it with zero hesitation. Then take me with you. It makes Jack mad as hell and breaks his heart in equal measure.

He'd been avoiding this conversation for a hot second, getting all up in his own head and putting himself through every painful, possible scenario, prepping every iteration of goodbye. And then Nico tears all his expectations down with four simple words. Take me with you.

It's one of their biggest fights in the last few years. From Jack's point of view - why would you say something like that, knowing how it could never happen, that the devils would never let you go, you have your duties in Jersey, why would you give me false hope like that?

And Nico's point of view - what, you don't believe me? after everything we've been through, the way we fought to stay together every time, you didn't think I'd go with you? You don't think you're it for me, that you're everything to me?

"If you waive your no-trade clause I'm never talking to you again."

"Then I'll write you notes every day, I don't care. Don't lock me out, Jack."

Maybe Jack's going somewhere far away. On the other side of the coast, someplace with a three-hour difference in time zones, the notoriously awkward hours where long distance relationships go to die. He doesn't even want to think about it

Jack knows it's the business, knows it's the game, but even though the weather is ass in NJ there's nothing about the west coast beaches that could come close to enticing him if Nico isn't there.

So yeah - they're in a bit of a stalemate right now. The tension at home is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Jack storms off to Luke's place after a blowout argument one evening and stays overnight; Jonas walks into the breakfast lounge early that next morning and sees Nico's expression and walks right back out. Time is ticking for Jack to leave, and neither of them are backing down.

Jack refuses to be the reason Nico sacrifices the C and gives up all the work he's shed blood and tears for here in NJ, and loses the good friends he has here. And Nico - well, Jack might refuse to let Nico give everything up, but Nico will refuse to give Jack up, every time. And he's waiting for Jack to finally understand it. To finally believe it.

send me a jacknico prompt!

[hischierlovebot]

Hi Val! I always bug you about Ryatt stories, but this time I am here to ask you about your werewolf story—please give me all of the shifter fic.

You are always welcome to bug me about Ryatt (and anything else!)

I also have to say I'm ver sorry for the delay! And I bear even worse news: despite the name, there are No Werewolves in this story (there was one. It got reverse bitten and is now sadly inflicted with the vampire disease). Werewolves fic aka no werewolves fic aka heart fic is a story that was supposed to be the sequel to a NicoJack (with werewolves) story that I never got to start writing before I put my hands all over this one. Quinn is Not having a good time in it, but thankfully he has some more people to suffer with:

Brock looks tired, a weariness that runs bone deep, and has him slumped against Petey, but he smiles, when he spots Quinn. Petey has his arm around Brock’s shoulders, a hand on his left leg, and when he hears the door opening, his head shoots up to stare at Quinn.  The cuts are mostly healed, almost gone from his face, but the rage still simmers and boils, just below the surface, and Quinn slows down, telegraphing his every move so that Petey won’t startle. Sirens are territorial, but when Quinn closes the door behind him, Petey grabs his wrist and pulls him down with them. He only lets them go when his breath finally evens out, his heart rate slowed to something normal, and Quinn’s whole again.

It is honestly a fic that is very dear to me, and that I really hoped I would have published by the beginning of the year, but I am terrible at sticking to my own deadlines, so it's still cooking. It will be coming at some point though :')

[hischierschain]

I just needed to send something in because your recent fic is AMAZING!!!! ugh I’m absolutely and utterly obsessed with the way you wrote jack and quinn’s brotherly dynamic, it was so so so sweet and heartwarming and just absolute tugged on my heart strings!!

and the way you wrote jack and nico’s relationship through the whole thing was also so🥹

can’t wait to read more of your writing!!

-cece/@theemporium

oooh my god thank you so insanely much 🥲 gonna cry and sob

i’m so happy you liked it and i was trying to figure out how to write their dynamic (acting like i don’t have two older brothers of my own) so i fully pulled from my experiences with having an older brother, let alone two, and AAAAA!!!!

i wanted to add more nicojack but there will be more fics of just them so i’m happy with how i did it :,) and im sososososoosos happy you liked it!!! thank you sm eeeeek!!! 😓🩷🩷🩷

[theemporium]

https://www.tumblr.com/theemporium/746313946216153088/nicojack-x-ptreader-omg-i-just-remembered-a?source=share

STOPPP

So I was a student athletic therapist for my uni football (American) team. And this is reminding me of one time one of our players came to us and the poor guy had some really bad rib bruising, I'm talking like super nasty purple, looked like he got beaten w a baseball bat. and when we asked him what happened

He had to tell us that he fucking bruised his ribs while having sex.

And he had to get xrayed

And he had a fractured rib

He fucking fractured his ribs having sex

I feel bad, but I laughed at him so so badly. Like I was on the floor in tears laughing.

⚕️

oh bless his wee heart😭😭😭

[p1astictaste]

hockey masterlist

[part 1]

last entry: am i okay? - LH43

*favorites

fics not mine! easier access for me if i want to re-read!

New Jersey Devils

change up (LH43)

not so quickie (JH86)

the last time (JM6+LH43)

dog days (NH13)

*good luck, babe (NH13)

risque reflections (LH43)

angry insight (JH86)

fortress of ecstasy (JH86)

a touch of magic (JH86)

fore! play (JH86)

what's mine is mine (LH43)

let me love on you (LH43)

say yes to heaven, say yes to me pt.2 (NH13)

envy's a bitch (JM6)

every one wants you, but I don't like a gold rush (JH86)

code-breaker (JH86)

i want to hold your hand (LH43)

runaway groom (NH13)

always a good morning (NH13)

cold nights and a sunday morning (NH13)

marry me (LH43)

need you round (JH43)

all we seem to do is talk about sex masterlist (nicojack)

treacherous (LH43)

between the tiles (JH86) sequel

evening embrace (JH86)

show him (JM6+LH43)

little by little (LH43)

*waitin' on you (LH43)

psst... no one tell jack! (JH86)

luke breeding kink (LH43)

just luke really loving his girl’s tits (LH43)

three's a crowd (NH13 + LH43)

smutception (JH86)

help! my captain is dating a vampire (NH13 + devils)

dogtooth (JH86)

those eyes (LH43)

imgonnagetyouback (LH43)

do i wanna know (JH86)

as the world caves in (LH43) pt.2

older!reader x luke

someday (NH13)

teenage dirtbag (JH86)

am i okay? (LH43)

Vancouver Canucks

*homeward

more than a memory

feel this way

somehow still stuck on you

mezcal

mornings

can i be close to you

sweet escape

toasting to forever

lakeside lust

seven minutes

*let's fall in love for the night

*you look so pretty and i love this view

*two hearts

*twenty five

taste!

have your cake

quick study

*in between

*still the same

*sunday

disarm

no nut november

wanna make quinn a daddy

nap time and baby fever

blowing smoke

showing affection in public

Miscellaneous

take me back to the night we met (AF11, blue jackets)

*i couldn't stand you (bunting, carolina?)

the open secret (SJ24, canes)

finish line (TZ11, ducks)

a ditzy handful (TZ11, ducks)

you never knew how much i really liked you (SC87)

[july-1804]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTNDu1UVv/

this reminded me of Mila and NicoJack

Oh. Oh my heart!! This is the sweetest thing in the world and I have a lot of thoughts that will turn into a drabble soon. Thank you for sending in sweet anon!

[grittyreadsfic]

nico jack coney island autiobiographical fic????

yeah!!!

imagine being my roommate last week, simply trying to make eggs, and they shuffled taylor swift and i heard champagne problems followed by coney island and then just told them an entire decade long nicojack au lmao

anyway the premise of this: nico in his early 30s has a maybe not career ending injury but one that puts him out for a season. the devils win the cup with him on LTIR and jack lifts the cup alone, not the captain but the longest tenured A and the one who largely led the team with nico out.

and nico-nico can see he's not needed. they won without him, not for him, in his mind, and it hurts in a way he cant express. his contract his up. he goes back to switzerland. maybe he plays a season or two there, maybe he doesn't, but the thing is, he's sad. the devils were his team and they won the moment he was gone and he doesn't really know how to unpack that so he kind of just. leaves and doesn't look back.

and jack-maybe jack wears the c for a minute but it never really feels likes his, the way the team never feels like his, because to him it's always been nico's. and maybe he starts putting pen to paper and starts writing about how the cup win never felt like enough, not doing it without nico, not when nico was the heart and the soul and the backbone of the team, how even a year or two later jack still expects him to be in the locker room, to be in leadership meetings, to be waiting for his pass on the ice but he's not. and maybe it's a book or maybe it's a players tribune article, but jack talks about that, about how he feels he let nico down, but-

but nico doesn't read it. it hurts too much, still. so they don't talk.

and then one day, midgame, jack gets hurt. and nico-nico's watching because he can't let go of his team, not to that extent, and he sees it, and it's scary and he on a plane before he knows it and suddenly here at jack's apartment after a few years of not speaking.

and jack-he made it clear, to the world, really, what nico meant to him. so he's confused, when nico shows up, even more so when nico stays and takes care of him. because as far as jack's concerned he put it all on the line for nico and nico? nico just wasn't there for it

anyway that's all i have thought wise rn but yeah!

[alpineshift]

Okay so I finally got around to fully reading your holiday fic and omg what a delight!

No comment of mine could really do it justice but here are my thoughts! It’s mostly just me quoting your own fic back to you but uh 🤷🏼‍♀️

Okay, first of all, texting and voice messages are far more superior <- this is sooo true! I feel this on a deep level.

He throws himself into non-stop work and research for a few days, pushes out all his anger at the gym, and then calls his mama. <- Pls this just, his mama 🥹

Nico sighs, clutching his favourite cushion to his chest. It’s got a seal patterned cover on it, each cute little face beaming up at him with a joy he doesn’t feel. <- I see what you did there 😏

Jack swears a particularly dedicated snail could outpace them at this point. <- no joke but this made me snort out loud, I feel his impatience.

Welcome to Café 86 <- once again, I see what you did there

He’s all the way near the back of the plane, a whole 43 rows into the bowels of the aircraft <- again…

“Don’t,” Jack sighs at once. “I’m handling it.”

“Historically, every time you say you’re ‘handling it’, you’re generally not.”

“Well, this time I am.” <- love me some good sibling banter

Nico in the Netherlands?! Please I would diee

There’s a rather odd kind of matching look in their eyes, like they’re somehow communicating through the power of mom brainwaves. <- so real

the conversation derails for a few minutes while the two of them try to seal-slap at each other <- I can picture this so well and it’s so accurate tbh. Peak sibling behaviour

Ella runs up to him with the biggest smile on her face, looking perfectly adorable in her periwinkle blue tutu dress, and Nico spins her around until she’s giggling and just about to fall over. <- MY HEART I will never recover

It’s a sight Jack wouldn’t mind waking up to over and over again, and it makes his heart ache. <- yes yes it’s all I want for them

He says it like Jack and Nico will be returning together, and Jack—

His chest caves a little at the reality of them not coming back as a unit. <- so does mine Jack, so does mine…

Nico sighs, long and heavy. He rubs his thumb over the top of Jack’s knuckles, so tender and kind that Jack nearly tears up then and there. <- ohhh my boys 🥹

And then they’re stepping back, moving away from each other. <- NOO

“JACK!” <- YESS

Nico’s fingers tighten around him in warning, but Jack knows exactly which buttons he can push and prod before he won’t be able to get away with it. <- favourite NicoJack dynamic to be honest

Myl you have once again blessed us with your writing! What a delightful piece to end and start the year with 🩵

Aaaaaaaaa I didn’t have a chance to answer this before but now that I’m in airport hell I got some time 🩵🩵🩵 Your message!! Gives me life!! Thank you so much for reading and for your thoughts hehe. I’m especially pleased you caught all the lil references lmao I am not subtle in the slightest but internally I am going validation!! Someone noticed!!!

I think Nico SHOULD go to the Netherlands. Just to visit you. I think that would be amazing actually. You’ll have to tell us all about it 🙂‍↕️ (I don’t remember off the top of my head what it was called but there was a program for museum curating at a Netherlands university that made me choose it. And then there’s a Masters program conveniently at UBC that made the transition work out to west coast jacknico loool)

Were there any doubts that these two would get together in the most Romantic and simultaneously Embarassing fashion? 😌

Thank you for dropping by!! 🩵🩵

[hischierlovebot]

devotion is the best state of nicojack so what's up with that one 👀

OOOOHHH DEVOTION NICOJACK HEH

Give a man a fish and he'll eat one day, teach him to fish and he'll eat his whole life or something like that, well with me it's more of a give a girl some royalty fic and she'll be happy one day, allow her to write it and she will drown the tags with it:

Jack thought he understood devotion, the feeling enough to bring a man to his knees, make him rip his ribcage open to take his heart right out of his chest and offer it while it still beats. He thought he understood. But Jack looks at Nico now, the forlorn tilt of his eyebrows, the smile that hides in the corner of his mouth, so hard to coax, so easy to lose, and he knows he’d die for his brothers, offer his heart for them, but Nico’s the only one for whom he’d lay on his knees, still and pliant as Nico reached for his chest and took Jack’s heart for himself.

There a few things I have very clear in my mind for this fic: jealousy, being so crazy over a boy you want to beat him (oh, the one person you can never lose to might be the one to be your mirror, see you in a way you have no defense for and you were never supposed to lose but you also don't know how to win and that's a first), Timo's hand on Nico's hip and Jack going feral for no good reason (ahem), a lot of boys with swords

There are many more I don't: where how when what, other than the aforementioned hand in hip and devotion, but when I sort those out, you can start running

Thank you!!

[hischierlovebot]

🔀

Hmmmmm. Like obvi NicoJack

But also hmmm…Auston and the person of your choice (can absolutely be Mitch. Doesn’t have to be)

NicoJack - Trashfire by Tommy Lefroy

Fun fact this song made it to the playlist because it's actually on my playlist for a NicoJack fic. It's inspired by those GIFs of Nico looking like he stepped out of a cw show and both of them are actors in the same show and this song is more of a Jack POV who is feeling like he's losing his place in the world aaand I won't say much else because I'm still figuring out the details :')

(And I'll give you an extra one because the first one is kinda already in the works: Płakały - Vesna. It's a really great song and I'd go for a fantasy au (surprising I know), with seer!Nico who flies across the ocean, to keep Jack from falling into whatever it is that chases him in Nico's dreams. Hopefully he's not too late)

Auston and Mitch - Cassandra by Florence + the machine

I'd break my own heart and send Auston away from Toronto, swapped by a collection of pieces that don't fill the space he's left behind and that leaves him hollow. They try to find their way to each other, on opposite sides of the ice and separated by miles and timezones and Auston's own growing sense of inadequacy and being more easily replaceable in everyone's lives than he ever thought. They'd get to the other side but :') it'd take a long while

[hischierschain]

hellooooooooooooooooo~!

LITERALLY two rays of sunshine!!! just SO incredibly in love and domestic GOD I love domestic fluff and YES the first time they meet merce is just a little bit entranced by the cute swedish boy who's always giggling and making jokes.....

(bratter in the background like NOT AGAIN because he's already had to deal with nicojack pining for each other for fucking YEARS and now his rookie (holtzy) has a canadian golden retriever in tow)

good to know I'm not the only one ahah I just worry sometimes :')

GOD I think if smitty actually leaves the devils it will break my HEART come back uncle come back come bACK -

toffee was pretty bad too but I was ready for that one. smitty is just. it's gonna suck man. can we just put a rule in the nhl books that you can't separate uncles from their adoptive children please and thank you!!!

LITERALLY ROOKIE BOYS AT TRAINING CAMP!!! HITTING IT OFF AT TRAINING CAMP!!!!!!! sob sob SOB SOB SOB

here's another penny for your thoughts, alex and lukey! - https://imgur.com/a/dt679IY :)

-📻

OK MY SWEET NONNIE

thank you for your patience, i have been gogogogogogo this entire week with work :,)

YES!!!! sunshine boys fr. i do think The Uncs are fed up with the pining but they can't ever hate on those two specifically cause they just radiate so much positive energy :,)))))

(bratter absolutely sighs and rolls his eyes but has the smallestttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt smile on his face)

oh cause if smith or haula gets traded........ genuinely yall will need to check up on me. those are my UNCLES and DEVILS for LIFE. toffoli, like, after they said that he wasn't at practice because of trade stuff i knew but i still hated it and wanted to DIE cause why are we ripping families from each other. especially to canada. like. nah.

alex and lukey! i've never really thought about them honestly! tell me more nonnie!!!!