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happy belated birthday kenny, (also happy belated birthday @thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl!!!!), get loved loser, be careful with those skates
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should i write my patater fanfiction idea? it's after the Falcs vs Aces game in Book 2. kent and tater happen to end up at the same bar. one of them gets drunk (most likely kent) and is being harrased by someone there or one of their opposing team. the other stops the team (ie; kent getting bullied my falconers, tater goes over andstops them). tater drags kent up to his condo, and lies him down on the couch. he goes to get a blanket for kent, but kent just grabs his wrist and sys like "mm.. stay here." and tater replies "you are drunk. bad desicions. dont mean it" or something, and kent just pulls him down and tater is like *fuck why is he so strong* and then just kent wraps his arms around taters waist and tater turns around and hugs him back, and they stay cuddling and tater is like "fuck it." tater wakes up ebfore parson and like gets up and makes breakfeast for them. he brings kent over a plate and sits by kents feet and eats while watching him sleep, smiling. eventually kent wakes up and "fuck.. what happened? did we-" and tater chuckles and shakes his head "we did not have sex, kent. you got drunk, bad desicions, i take you to apartment" and he just feeds kent the food, and gives kent advil, and then more stuff. SHOULD I WRITE IT. I THINK IM COOKING. BUT LIKE.
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I feel in my heart of hearts that jack and parse did each other dirty back in the day. both of then were stupid emotionally immature teenagers. and parse already got his ass whooped by the narrative. so maybe jack can be slow basal-level tortured by his worstie ex hooking up with his bestie teammate
#patater#parse sitting on taters lap obnoxiously making out with him.#jack sitting next to them doing everything in his power to pretend to ignore them. 100 yard stare. phone whiteknuckled#taters just a good ol fashioned russian boy who's delighted by the unexpected bounty harvest of blonde twunk#now he and zimmboni match :)#tater: we go out together one night. you and B and me and kenny. a double-date )))#parse: yeah jack. let's go. 2v2 on the ice. so I can watch you two body each other for my amusement
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What if Kent joins the falcs and Jack quickly realises just how much he's been repressing the feelings he still had for him and it completely breaks down his relationship with Bitty, but he's not too bothered by that because he's making amends with Kent and they're finally becoming friends again and right when he's thinking about asking Kent to give him another chance, Kent confides in him that he's been dating and has fallen in love.. with Tater
#look jack/parse is my favourite but some days i enjoy seeing jack suffer#as always if a fic like this exists please link me if you want to write it PLEASE do and then link me 😇#kent parson#patater#pimms#chosing not to tag jack for reasons 🙃
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Tater 27 please ?
i have never written tater before - ever! - so this was incredibly fun! thank you so much for the prompt and for helping me stretch my writing muscles a little bit ❤️ the only things i know about patater are inspired by a frankly shocking quantity of sidgeno rpf so make of that what you will
27. tater + i’m so tired by lauv & Troye Sivan for @shygryf
Strangers, killing my lonely nights with strangers And when they leave, I go back to our song, I hold on Hurts like heaven, lost in the sound Buzzcut season like you're still around Can't unmiss you, but I need you now
Tater’s letting some girl he doesn’t know shoot tequila out of his belly button when he gets the text.
Kent Parson: you awake? Kent Parson: sorry know it’s late
It is late, three or so, and the club’s fun but the idea of not being here is just as good. Maybe it’s rude, but he doesn’t care; he props his elbow on the table for better leverage and sends back, yes, and then ok?
Kent Parson: no Kent Parson: popped my achilles Kent Parson: we're out
Shit. That means the end of their playoff run, which in turn means about five hundred other things. He doesn’t even have the chance to formulate a response before Kent adds, will you come?
A cold thing settles in Tater’s chest, a weighty purpose that he doesn’t stop to examine. Maybe it's the shots making this seem like a good idea; of course he will, and that’s the end of it. There’s something about clambering up off the table, tequila soaking down into his open fly, and shouldering his way to the exit without a word that makes him feel about a thousand feet tall.
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Kent lives in a nice building. Not nice enough for the security guy downstairs to make any real effort to stop Tater from getting in, but then, Tater is six foot seven and built like the desks that lesser men hide behind. He hits the button for the elevator and zips upward, chewing on his lip, watching the numbers tick higher.
This is stupid. This is an absurd way to spend a thousand dollars and God knows how many days, catching a frantic red-eye to Vegas like he’s going to be able to do anything the Aces’ trainers haven’t already tried. It’s more absurd that he stands in the hallway with his fist poised to knock on Kent’s front door for at least five minutes, wondering if he should have brought food. Does the kid even eat? He’s awfully tiny.
He finally gets over himself and knocks. There’s a voice from inside at once: “Open.”
Tater does.
The apartment is nice, modern. It’s also a complete fucking mess. There are ostentatiously dirty shoes scattered all over the entryway, possibly-related scuff marks up the bare white walls. Tater has to do this dainty hop through a minefield of Yeezys just to make it to solid ground, and is very glad that no one can see him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Parson?”
“In the living room.”
Tater drops his bag in the kitchen and heads for the voice. The close little hallway seems much more inviting than it did in the dark last time he was here, and the living room is spacious and airy without a couple hundred bodies packing it. There’s a big TV on one wall, running something trashy. In the middle of the room is that ugly couch, brown suede and covered with cat hair, and in the middle of the couch is Kent.
Relief spreads through Tater at once, numbing the tingle in his hands. Okay, so maybe he spent the whole five-hour trip picturing the worst-case scenario. Guys in their line of work are not, as a rule, great at handling their injuries, especially later in the season; Tater only has to look at Jack for proof of that one. But Kent’s eyes are clear, if tired and a little wet-looking, and he’s sprawled out comfortably with his hand in Kit’s fur and his wrapped ankle carefully supported by a pile of throw pillows. He’s wearing ratty old sweats, white socks gone gray on the bottoms, a couple days’ worth of scruff that marks his sorry excuse for a playoff beard.
“Shit, man,” he says, seeing Tater in the doorway. “You came.”
“You call.”
It’s not quite that simple, but somehow, faced with the fact of Kent’s obvious, boneless relief at having him here, it feels like the right sentiment.
“I did,” Kent says. He sounds croaky, exhausted. The deep shadows under his eyes make them look more green. Tater wonders if he’s slept, or how much. “Thanks.”
He has this weird impulse to poke the bear, which maybe isn’t fair to Kent, but it’s all he knows how to do.
“You miss me?” he asks, slouching further into the room. Kit lifts her head imperiously to watch him settle a polite distance away on the couch. “That why you ask me, not teammate?”
This is the dynamic they built at the bar, in the darkness of Kent’s bedroom: push and pull, catch and release. Things are still too new, too fragile between them; they’ve never implied a sense of belonging to each other, or at least not the kind that prompts something like this.
As it stands, Kent doesn’t play along with the teasing, and that’s what finally gives Tater a sense of how shitty he feels.
“Let ‘em grieve, right?” he says listlessly, tipping his head into the back of the couch. “Shit game. Didn’t wanna bother them.”
You were okay with bothering me, Tater thinks but does not say. A guy you’ve hooked up with twice who lives across the country. What the fuck does that mean?
He knows what he wants, what he wants it to mean. It’s part of what caught his eye in the first place: this kid is so, so young to be a captain, to bear this weight. The Aces are out of the playoffs not because they played their hardest, but thanks to a non-call and an injury that’ll have Kent in PT all summer. Now he’s curled up on the couch in his disaster of an apartment with only the cat for company, his teammates pushed away or otherwise nowhere to be found. It’s incongruous with the spitfire who finds a reason to drop gloves every time they share the ice, who likes to have his wrists pinned down and kisses with too much teeth and, holy hell, called Tater in Providence when he got hurt.
“Bother me anytime,” Tater says before he can bite down on it. He scoots a little closer, clasping his hands briefly between his knees. “Poor Parson. Need friend when teammates being sad.”
Kent’s laugh turns into a cough and Kit scrambles off his chest, affronted.
“Is that what you are?” he asks. “My friend?”
“Maybe,” Tater hums, pretending to consider. “Well. Maybe not yet.”
“Not yet,” Kent echoes. He sounds puzzled. “Okay?”
“We not really know each other,” Tater says. Maybe it’s mean, the way this is lighting him on fire. Kent likes to bottom, but never to lose control; even in bed he runs his mouth like everything that comes out of it is gospel truth. Opportunities to catch him on the back foot are few and far between, and—well. Tater likes to take care of his people, likes to show them love, and above all likes a challenge.
“We don’t—”
Tater decides to take pity on him. “Sex not knowing, Parson. Think maybe you think that way.”
Okay, yeah, this is definitely mean. Kent’s breath is coming faster, and the line of his jaw is set and trembling. But Tater wants to push him a little bit, get his money’s worth for the flight, the worry; Kent can pay him back in kind, and will. Tater just has to help him get there.
“So what if I do?” Kent asks. His laugh is tiny. “Man, I’m confused. Not like we’ve had much more time to figure each other out.”
And yet you asked me here, Tater thinks, and decides to play his trump card.
“It’s summer. You not play, I’m not play.” Tater spreads his hands wide, goes for broke and scoots in close to curl a hand slow and sinuous around Kent’s good ankle. “Need rest, someone to take care. Seem like good time to me.”
Kent’s breath catches in his throat. He smells sweaty and kinda gross, but his smile is soft, a fragile thing, and Tater knows he’s gotten it right.
“Captive audience,” Kent says, barely a whisper.
“Yes,” Tater agrees, and leans in to meet his mouth.
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patater anastasia au. tater is anya, kent is dimitri, swoops is vlad.
thank you for listening
#something something kent learning to trust again#tater is the kind of person to continue to be kind despite not knowing who he is#i want to see them Pining#omgcp#patater#kent parson#alexei mashkov
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A lil something for brat summer :)
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This has been in sitting in my drafts, but I guess I can post it.
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I honestly have so many fanfics ideas with Kent and Alexei, but I don't have time to write them at the moment, so I decided to post some ideas here! <3
Imagine Kent has a broke pipe or something broke in his house that's needs to be repaired, so he calls a repairman. Little did he know he would be hot, and his cat is obsessed with him. Kent notices this and obviously thinks his cat was actually acting weird. Now, every time something is broken, he calls him, and his cat goes crazy for him. I got inspired by Instagram reel based on this lol.
But, I can see Kent falling for Alexei, and he just, "Oh, damn, I am in love."
Also, Alexei lovesssss Kent cat and often spoils her with treats when he comes to repair something in Kent house.
Another idea was cowboy/farmer Kent and motorcycle/biker rider Alexei.
I thought it would be like Alexei motorcycle/biker group riding to the town where Kent lives, and he sees him riding a horse and doing a rodeo. That's where he falls in love with him.
But Alexei isn't the only one there, Jack and Bitty are there too :)
Jack is a motorcycle/biker rider, and Bitty is his boyfriend who came along with him.
I honestly wanted a love triangle with then but I was like how am I gonna make that work, so, I decided that Jack starts getting his feelings for Kent again and Bitty might have a small crush on Kent (in the idea I wrote down, Kent flirts with Bitty, but, Jack stopped him, where they ended up having a conversation with each other, it's been a while they seen each other).
However, Jack is having old feelings coming back for Kent, and he is loyal to Bitty. But he just doesn't like the feelings for Kent coming back.
Another idea was Kent winning the hottest hockey player award for the 5th year (he was allowed to do it at the age of 21), and everyone was like, "How did he win, Jack should have won cause of how hot he looks" (this is like everyone in the hockey house)
So, while everyone was looking through the magazine. Bitty asked what the magazine was about and asked who won. Everyone was gonna answer until Jack came back with Alexei and the other rookies from grocery shopping. They all looked at them before Alexei mentioned the magazine in Bitty hand (Shitty was trying to get it out of his hands since they gave it to him to see and Kent was on the cover) and asked if his boyfriend, Kent won again.
From there everyone is like, "Kent?!?!?!"
And Alexei, "ya, he is my boyfriend!! :D"
Alexei doesn't know what the huge deal with Kent until he and Jack talked about it.
I have so many more idea and I can go on about it, but here are the ideas for now 👍
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my footsteps always lead me home
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by irreputablyyours
Alyosha thinks that he might have just met his match.
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(Or: Alyosha maybe gets Kent Parson. It's a little frightening.)
Words: 3260, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 4 of p.o.v
Fandoms: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M
Characters: Alexei "Tater" Mashkov, Kent "Parse" Parson, Jack Zimmermann
Relationships: Alexei "Tater" Mashkov/Kent "Parse" Parson
Additional Tags: Character Study, Language, Pre-Slash
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slam your boyfriend the opposing player into the boards during his celly
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my WIP patater fanfic. i fear im cooking
As Parse walked in, he heard light sobs. In the corner, opposite from the sinks, was the massive russian D-Man, Alexei “Tater” Mashkov, having a panic attack. He sat down next to Mashkov, ignoring his glare.
“Hey, ta- alex- mashkov. Are you okay.” He said, looking next to him and Mashkov.
“Fine. Leave, Parson.” Parson was able to make that out, but his sobs broke it up.
Tater ran his hands into his hair and sobbed more, leaning over slightly onto parson. “Not fine…” he muttered
Parson looked at him. Alexei couldn’t see pity, disgust.. he saw understanding and comfort in Kens bright green eyes. “Mashkov I just wanted to say… I’m sorry. About that game with Snow. I was just playing hockey and I had a grudge against jack because we- I did some shit that hurt him.” He hovered his hand over Alexei’s back, not wanting to over step but wanting to hug, help, and comfort Alexei.
“Alexei.” Alexei corrected him, and Parson chuckled. Alexei leaned back, flinching when his back met Kents hand. He leaned into his hand, and Kents started rubbing his back. He rubbed his upperback and shoulders to his collarbone. Kents worked his hands on the tense parts of Alexei’s back and shoulders. He could hear Alexei’s breathing slow down, regulate.
Alexei’s breath shuddered lightly as Kent massaged his back. “Don’t stop… please.” He muttered. Kent continued to rub Alexei’s back, calmingly. To his suprise, Alexei moved himself so he was sitting between Kents legs- he was huge, but fit. Goddamit Parse, now was not the time to think about Alexei ontop of tou- Parson breathed deeply, and continued rubbing Alexeis back. He moved his hands down Alexei’s back, towards below his ribs.
“Is this alright?” He whispered softly into Alexei’s ear. Alexei nodded. He continued massaging around Alexei’s hips and ribs. He felt Alexei shaking, but less. Slowly, Alexei calmed down. He moved his hands back to Alexei’s shoulders before settling his head onto Alexei’s should and nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Suddenly, Alexei stood up. “I-I go wash face now.” Parson nodded- Alexei’s face was a mess. He cursed himself internally, maybe he had gone too far…
Alexei walked over to the sink, and Parson stood next to Alexei as he washed his face off and combed his (beautiful) black hair back. Alexei settled onto the sink counter, sitting down, tense. Parson sat over next to him. Their hands were next to each other, and Parson wanted to hold Alexei’s hand and tell him everything would be okay, but that wouldn’t be alright, would it?
“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong, Lex-“ Parson stopped himself. It wasn’t his right to call Alexei that. “Alexei?” Parson asked. He looked at Alexei as he looked back, and hoped he didn’t over step. He admired Alexei’s face for a second. He liked his brown eyes, they reminded him of the forest almost. His hand twitched lightly, god he just wanted to hold Alexei’s hands, they were massive.
“Back home. Mom big figure skater. Dad town hockey star. Everyone expect lot. Too much from me. They mad when i no get points. I lose much recent. Parents mad. Expect too much. Lots of stress. Hurts heart.” Alexei sighed “Just want proud. Try best, but not enough. Never be enough. When I play bad, brain has bad thoughts. dangerous thoughts.”He admitted. Parson looked at him- it didn’t look like pity, or hate, confusion, or disgust. It looked like… understanding?
“I get it, Alexei. You aren’t your parents though, snd you are enough.” He smiled, and without thinking, put his hand over Alexeis and wrapped his hand around Alexeis. His eyes widened and he tried to pull back “Fuck- sorry” but Alexei’s hand caught his and brought it back down. They sat there, quiet, on top of the sink counter, for at least a minute, just hands entwined. Parson liked the way Alexei’s huge hands cupped his. It was comforting. Kent rubbed his thumb over Alexei’s knuckles. He leaned against Alexei, feeling the warmth emanating from the big Russians body.
“Thanks, Parson.” Alexei smiled warmly at Kent, but his eyes were still reddish
“Please, Alexei. Call me Kent.. o-or if you want.. Kenny?”He smiled akwardly. He never let *anyone* call him Kenny, but Alexei was.. different. Special. Nicer. He placed his hand on top of Alexei’s thigh[I MEAN LIKE LEG BUT HIS FEET ARE DANGLING OFF THE COUNTER SHSHSHSHSHSH] and rubbed his thumb on Alexei’s leg soothingly. “You’re enough, Alexei. You always will be. If not to everyone..” he breathed. “To me, Alexei.” He settled his hand on Alexei’s leg, rubbing up and down. Alexei was leaning on his shoulder, and Kent tilted Alexei’s chin up. “Say it. Say you’re enough.”
Alexei looked st him with a nod, blurry-eyed. “I’m enough.” He chuckled lightly. Kent looked at him with a small smirk
“God you sounded so hot saying that.” Kent muttered. Alexei blushed, bright red.
“You hotter.” Alexei chuckled, and Kent leaned against him. Alexei leaned in aswell, and turned kent around so his legs were around Alexei as he pinned him against the mirror. Their mouths moved against each other before Alexei pulled away. A small line of saliva connected their mouths. Alexei’s mouth tasted like- shit had Alexei had dinner?
“Alexei-“ Kent asked, but Alexei chuckled.
“Call Lexy. I know you want.” He smirked lightly, and Kent chuckled
“Fine, *Lexy*. Did you have dinner?” Kent asked
“Was stress. No.” Kent rubbed the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t gonna make Lexy do… this. Without eating.
“Go eat. Meet me at my hotel later?” Kent asked. Alexei nodded profusely, before getting up and leaving. Shit, it had been like, 30 minutes.
When he walked out after Alexei, he saw the rest of the Ace’s had left. The Falcs were still seated their table. Great. The Ace’s had left and payed, and now Kent had no food. He sat at the giant table the Ace’s had bought, as far as he could be from the Falconers. He could feel the staring at him. He groaned, and rubbed his forehead. He pulled off his tie and jammed it into his pocket. He pulled of his sports-coat and tied it around his waist. He looked over at the Falconers, feeling a couple of the, staring at him. He pulled out his phone and typed message to his Ace’s group chat
Kent: Why’d you all leave me?
He deleted it. Too desperate.
Kent: Yo, where’d you all go
Deleted.
Kent: I’ll see you guys later.
Sent.
Scraps: When’ll you be back at the hotel, Parser?
Kent: Idk. By tomorrow?
Scraps: Alr
Kent sighed and set his phone on the edge of the table. He reached for his water, but his elbow hit his phone and it hit the ground. He cursed “Fucking hell…” He growled, not very loudly. He felt all the Falc’s staring at him now. He jammed his (broken) phone into his pocket and folded his arms on the table and hung his head into them. Do not cry do not cry you’re not going to cry in front of your opposing team stop. He sighed, still face down in the crook of his elbow.
Eventually, he fell asleep-ish
He heard mutters from the other table as he drifted in and out of sleep, before he heard someone come over to his table. He didn’t look up, and didn’t know who it was
He flinched lightly as he felt someone pick him up and sling him over their shoulder. He mumbled something incoherently and heard a “shhh” in return. He drifted back to sleep.
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The room he awoke in was not a motel, or the restaurant. It was in a hotel room, really nice- except the 5 tall guys surrounding him. “Oh, fuck. Was I kidnapped?” He muttered, rubbing his eyes. Kent’s brain came into focus- he was surrounded by Lexy, Zimms, Dustin Snow, Randall Robinson III, and whats-his-name St. Martin. So, the Falconers had kidnapped him? He heard Zimmerman chuckle. “No, Parson, you’re not kidnapped. You fell asleep at that restaurant. Tater here suggested we bring you back.” He looked at Lexy with a grateful glance and he smiled back. “Well, actually, some guy tried to mug us on the street and might have hit your head…” Kent noted that, rubbing the back of his head. The Ace’s never would have done this for anyone… maybe the Falcs weren’t as bad as he thought.
“Why’d you take me back? I mean, you’re letting me use someones room and I didn’t do anything…” he trailed off. He didn’t know why, though. Why would the Falc’s let him be here?
“This my room. You don’t deserve team leaving you.” Alexei spoke up. He smiled softly, but his jaw was set. He seemed, angry almost. At or for Kent? He didn’t know.
“Thank you, I appreciate it. I should probably-“ he tried to sit up, then was very-off balance. He wasn’t in any condition to go anywhere. Lexy pushed him down from the side, with one hand. God it was hot how strong he was. He saw that it was just him and Lexy in the room now- the rest of the Falconers had left. He felt Alexei’s body settle next to him, and he looked over to him as Alexei snaked his fingers though Kents, so their hands were entwined together. Alexie looked back at him and brushed some of his hair out of his face, behind his ear
“You cute, Kenny. I like you.” Alexei smiled, putting his hand behind Kents head
“I like you too, Lexy. I like you a lot.” Kent leaned forward and kissed Alexei’s forehead. Alexei leaned forward after Kent pulled away, connecting to his neck.
Alexei moved his mouth against Kent’s neck, kissing and biting his neck softly, along his collarbone and the nape of his neck. “Is alright?” Alexei whispered, breath warm on Kents neck. Kent nodded, and Alexei continued. Alexei kissed his way up to Kent’s lips, and flipped himself on top of Kent, his body bracketing Kent’s small frame perfectly. Alexei moved his mouth againsts Kent’s, occasionally pulling away.
“Is it… reccomended for.. possibly concussed… people to be- ah.. making out?” Kent asked between kisses. Alexei chuckled, now moving his entire body against Kent in wave-like motions.
“Not stop me.” He laughed
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you’re on the ice with a beautiful boy (patater sketchies)
#omgcp#patater#kent parson#not tagging tater cause. am not too happy. is ok.#kent is a bit of a mess but I think that nice Russian could fuck whatever gear is broken in him back into place#taters gonna get chirped to death for all those hickies...
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Tater calling Kent “Spade” in this fic,,,, I’m gonna eat my shoe
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patater 🥰
#p#i love my emotionally fucked up and mostly rage filled blonde boys redemption arcs#i love thé tension the longing the strife and most importantly !#that sexy bitches’ RIGHT! to get his attitude and spine corrected by a goofy Russian tank of a man (lovingly)#Kent deserves a break from the media and rest of the world#but he also deserves to be put in his place 😌#patater
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Why do I hurt myself this way??
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for the wild and free (we are the life)
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/BnLExh2
by bandaid_boy
Bitty has graduated, Jack is still an anxious mess, and they're going to get fucking married. What could go wrong? (A lot, it turns out.) -title from The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience-
Words: 1976, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: (yes i will have to check back for names in the comic because my memory is ASS), Shitty Knight, Jack Zimmermann, Jack Zimmermann's Parents, Eric "Bitty" Bittle, Larissa "Lardo" Duan, Alexei "Tater" Mashkov, Kent "Parse" Parson, Providence Falconers Ensemble (Check Please!)
Relationships: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Larissa "Lardo" Duan/Shitty Knight, Alexei "Tater" Mashkov/Kent "Parse" Parson, Shitty Knight & Jack Zimmermann, Alexei "Tater" Mashkov & Jack Zimmermann
Additional Tags: Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Sexual Content, Swearing, zimbits - Freeform, they switch a lot, but emotionally it's, Top!Bitty, and, Bottom!Jack, Light Dom/sub, Light BDSM, more emotional bdsm than anything, but also i'm a sucker for praise kinks, jack has a praise kink a mile wide, Praise Kink, Size Difference, we get kinky in this house, bitty no longer lives in the haus, this is post-canon, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, they are engaged, Wedding Planning, Wedding Fluff, Engagement, shitty WILL be the best man., Moving In Together, jack fixes things with kent, they aren't friends because kent is a dick, but they aren't mortal enemies, background alexei/kent, jack sort of deals with kent for tater's sake, patater, ignore the summary because the angst honestly isn't that bad, just a ton of feelings, Fluffy, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Anxiety, Anxiety Disorder, Autistic Jack Zimmermann, Autism, Autism Spectrum, Neurodiversity, Neurological Disorders, trans author, Queer author, neurodivergent author, all the autism shit is speaking from experience, i know what autism feels like don't come at me if you don't like the way i write jack's autism
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