Sunday Fic Recs
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hilsPhil/Carl (Hockey RPF)
Something Good Can Work by utsu
And if he looks back to Carl a few times, he tells himself it’s because his hands are soft enough to draw the attention regardless of his own overwhelming confusion with the man.
And if he thinks about those soft hands in a different way, without ice or sticks or skates, and how they might feel in his hands, well.
Phil is still working on being honest with himself.
Well, I’ve been toying with the idea of reading this pairing for a while now and this happened to show up on the Sid/Geno tag. It’s exactly what I wanted. So good!
Jack/Bitty (Check Please)
Ice Crew Please by rosepetals42
Jack Zimmermann was drafted first by the Providence Falconers when he was eighteen years old. He is good at hockey. Very good. His team won the Cup his second year and now, in his third year, they are looking good. Jack should be on top of the world. And some days, he manages to convince himself he is.
He’s not, of course.
Enter the Ice Crew.
AKA: The Ice Crew AU
Okay, this is utterly delightful and adorable
Tyler/Jamie (Hockey RPF)
Romantic Motherfucking Best by lightgetsin
Jamie's supposed to boyfriend this shit right up, and Tyler wants to see that.
I ran out of Pens fic so I’m expanding my horizons. This was adorable
Door to Door by ferritin4
"Hey," Jamie says, pounding on the door. "Hey, open up!"
The dogs shut up.
"Hi, shit, sorry," says the stupidly fucking gorgeous man who opens the door in a tank top and boxers. "Shit, were the dogs loud? They get really excited when I come home."
"It’s three in the morning," Jamie says. On cue, a dog pokes its head around the corner to the entryway and bounces over to the — to this guy. It’s followed by another, browner dog, and Jamie has a moment of surrealist sleep-deprived horror where he imagines an infinite string of dogs forever bounding gleefully towards —
"I work two jobs. I’m Tyler," Tyler says, extending his hand. "Do you want to come in?"
Well, he’s not doing anything illegal, Jamie thinks, shaking it, because no criminal in the history of crime has ever willingly invited a cop into their house, and there is no one in the city of Dallas who hasn’t pegged Jamie as a cop within six seconds of meeting him.
Okay, this was also adorable
Something Good Can Work by utsu
And if he looks back to Carl a few times, he tells himself it’s because his hands are soft enough to draw the attention regardless of his own overwhelming confusion with the man.
And if he thinks about those soft hands in a different way, without ice or sticks or skates, and how they might feel in his hands, well.
Phil is still working on being honest with himself.
Well, I’ve been toying with the idea of reading this pairing for a while now and this happened to show up on the Sid/Geno tag. It’s exactly what I wanted. So good!
Jack/Bitty (Check Please)
Ice Crew Please by rosepetals42
Jack Zimmermann was drafted first by the Providence Falconers when he was eighteen years old. He is good at hockey. Very good. His team won the Cup his second year and now, in his third year, they are looking good. Jack should be on top of the world. And some days, he manages to convince himself he is.
He’s not, of course.
Enter the Ice Crew.
AKA: The Ice Crew AU
Okay, this is utterly delightful and adorable
Tyler/Jamie (Hockey RPF)
Romantic Motherfucking Best by lightgetsin
Jamie's supposed to boyfriend this shit right up, and Tyler wants to see that.
I ran out of Pens fic so I’m expanding my horizons. This was adorable
Door to Door by ferritin4
"Hey," Jamie says, pounding on the door. "Hey, open up!"
The dogs shut up.
"Hi, shit, sorry," says the stupidly fucking gorgeous man who opens the door in a tank top and boxers. "Shit, were the dogs loud? They get really excited when I come home."
"It’s three in the morning," Jamie says. On cue, a dog pokes its head around the corner to the entryway and bounces over to the — to this guy. It’s followed by another, browner dog, and Jamie has a moment of surrealist sleep-deprived horror where he imagines an infinite string of dogs forever bounding gleefully towards —
"I work two jobs. I’m Tyler," Tyler says, extending his hand. "Do you want to come in?"
Well, he’s not doing anything illegal, Jamie thinks, shaking it, because no criminal in the history of crime has ever willingly invited a cop into their house, and there is no one in the city of Dallas who hasn’t pegged Jamie as a cop within six seconds of meeting him.
Okay, this was also adorable