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thebabycup · 23 days

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THE GRAND FINALS

#pokemon poll #pokemon #baby pokemon #the baby cup #tumblr polls #year 2 #mikon #koonya #finals

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cricketnationrise · 3 months

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For the ficlet fest (congrats on 500!):

7:52 pm

the weight room

Jack Zimmermann

Rating: M

(Doggernaut/rabbitrunnah)

oooooh this was really fun to write, thanks for the prompt! i hope you enjoy senior year jack thirsting over bitty as much as i do <3

want your own ficlet? my followers can submit their own prompts using these guidelines through Jan 31, 2024.

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7:52pm, weight room

Jack tries to catch his breath before his last set of leg presses.

There’s something immensely satisfying about weight-lifting days. It’s straightforward; more weight, more reps, diversifying exercises—it all works together to translate to better performance on the ice: more power, more breakaway sprints, more goals. A simple A plus B equals C. Jack’s favorite kind of math.

Once, not that long ago, weight training days would have been solely about maintaining the perfect form, strict adherence to his own ridiculous goals, pushing his body to keep going, to be better, to go right up to the limit of what was possible—and then past it, regardless of all the warnings his coaches, his parents, his teammates, even his own mind were giving him.

But now Jack’s in a better place, he’s got more support, so he can just lose himself in the repetitive motion, the sensation of sweat down his back, the clean exertion of pushing his body in a healthy way.

Or, he could, if he wasn’t so distracted.

It isn’t Jack’s fault that the leg press machine faces the mirrors. It isn’t Jack’s fault that there’s a clear view of the hip adductor machine in said mirrors. And it certainly isn’t Jack’s fault that Bittle is ahead of him in the circuit, on said hip adductor machine, in said mirrors.

…But it might be Jack’s fault that he can’t stop watching.

Despite his size, Bittle’s always been strong. That much had been obvious from the way he could skate suicides for an hour, the way he could hurl his body so high into the air and spin, the way he could whip a meringue by hand without pausing, or switching hands. He’d been surprisingly dense when Jack had pushed him into the boards during checking practice last year, Jack’s attention caught by how Bittle’s muscles were highlighted as much as his haircut in the sunlight when he’d moved into the Haus this summer.

Bittle’s strength is glaringly obvious right now.

The mirror provides an optimal view for Jack as he rests before his last set. Bittle’s perched on the seat, hands on the grips behind him for balance. His brow is furrowed, and the collar of his shirt dark with sweat from the effort from today. For once, he’s not singing or humming or bouncing along to the music in his headphones; Bittle’s breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth carefully, measured, timing his exhales with every time he manages to bring his knees together. Jack’s whole being is focused on the way Bittle’s thighs flex as he pushes them from spread wide to knees touching and back again. Over and over. All of Bittle is glistening with sweat from the exertion under the fluorescent lights and Jack—

Jack has a sudden, visceral, all-consuming urge to taste. To run his hands from Bittle’s delicate ankles, up his calves. To hold Bittle’s thighs open wide with his shoulders so he can get his hands on his hips, his waist, his ass. To take his time, sucking the sweat from Bittle’s thighs hard enough to leave a line of bruises in his wake, before moving higher. To lick the sweat from the crease where his thigh meets his hip. To chase the drops of Bittle’s precome with his tongue. To take Bittle’s cock with his mouth, all the way to the hilt, before pulling Bittle’s hand to his own hair, encourage him to move Jack exactly how he wants, to take—

The resounding clang of Bittle’s weight stack yanks Jack out of the fantasy.

Câlisse de tabarnak—he’s in the middle of a workout, he can’t be getting distracted by a teammate of all people, and especially not Bittle. Jack depends on their hard-won friendship too much to ever even entertain the possibility—

Jack stands, busies himself with adding more weight to his own machine for his last set, determined to keep his eyes off the mirror, off of Bittle as he bustles around the machine, gathering his water bottle, bending over to wipe the seat down, ass facing the mirror—

It’ll be fine. Bittle will finish cleaning the machine. He’ll move on to the next stop in the circuit, to the machine that’s directly behind the hip adductor. Completely obscured from Jack’s view, and Jack will be able to finish his leg presses without getting distracted.

Bittle catches his eye in the mirror and gives him a small smile and a salute before bouncing off to the next machine and Jack—

Jack better do two more sets, just to be safe.

#cricket writes #running-rabbit #ficlet fest 500 #omgcp #year 2 #jack is the thirstiest actually #and also the king of self-denial #jack 110% zimmermann

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briarcreek · 9 months

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💜Applejack💜

Og AJ !!!!

She’s a workin gal

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sims2forever · 2 months

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Prom Day

#sims 2 #simcity: uberhood #ts2 uberhood #ts2 gameplay #ts2 screenshots #ts2 pictures #ts2 premades #simblr #ts2 simblr #ts2 maxis match #ts2 #year 2 #strangetown #ophelia nigmos #johnny smith

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love-and-bugs · 1 month

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Upside down is the only acceptable angle at which to eat your peanut butter dregs

#photography #echo #dogblr #cocker spaniel #year 2

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omgcpbracket · 8 months

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FINAL VOTE

2.18 Goodbye for the Summer - Part I vs 3.10 Hi, Honey - Part II

#omgcp #omgcpbracket #omgcp updates bracket #poll #final #thanks everyone for participating I had a lot of fun running this!#year 2 #year 3

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the-circulatory-system · 2 months

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He's holding something...

#art #my art #welcome to night vale #khoshekh #year 2 #mild spoilers #wtnv

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askpokeeosin · 10 months

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A New Face(s) 6/?

First - Previous - Next - Last

Asks from @ask-wizard-sunburst and @askbananapie

Also some random cameos.

#mlp ask blog #askpokeeosin #my little pony #pony ask blog #ask pony blog #ask blog #my litte pony friendship is magic #mlp fim #mlp g4 #mlp oc pony #earth pony #askbananapie #ask jetstream #silverwinghere #silver wing #asksniperjack #applejack #year 2

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whibleysims · 1 year

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Dead Parents Club

#storytelling #richard ward #amy parker #whibley #parker family #year 2 #sims 2 #ts2 #the early years

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shoreclan · 2 months

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This moon’s other notes:

- Pearlshimmer was scared by an owl last night but is too embarrassed to tell anyone

- Ravenflight doesn’t know why he’s always alone (my baby Raven is going through it)

- Hawkcry had a fight with Fernstar

- Hawkcry thinks Cloudfeather is very funny

#clangen #shoreclan #year 2 #moon updates

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abrokasaviolet · 11 months

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#hal jordan #oliver queen #dinah lance #injustice #comic #year 2 #green lantern #black canary #green arrow #bar

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thebabycup · 1 month

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WHO DESERVES TO ESCAPE THE UNDERWORLD?

#pokemon poll #pokemon #baby pokemon #the baby cup #tumblr polls #year 2 #mikon #pudi #losers bracket #semifinals

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cricketnationrise · 9 months

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Hi cricket!! First off, congrats! For the ficlet fest, here's my request (thank you for your consideration!):

Timestamp: 5:19am, Location: Jack's Room, Character: Bitty 😉

Super excited to see what you come up with, friend! 💖

a little sleepy caretaking moment for you my dear <3

there's still like 3hrs left of today if you want to submit your own prompt! rules here

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jack's room, 5:19am

Once again, Bitty’s alarm pulls him out of sleep far, far too early. He’d thought that getting up consistently early would make it easier, but it hasn’t. It really hasn’t. It’s as much of a struggle to actually get out of bed before the sun’s up as the first time Jack had appeared at his suite’s door last year. But putting it off won’t make it any easier and having to pull him out of bed just makes Jack grumpy – so he gets moving.

A hiss when his feet hit the chilly floor, and Bitty half-stumbles to the bathroom. A quick splash of water on his face and he’s feeling slightly more awake. A couple minutes later he’s properly dressed (yes, that means three layers, no chirping from giant Canadian mooses) and on the landing – but Jack is nowhere to be seen.

Bitty has never, in all the months they’ve been doing checking practices, been ready before Jack.

“Jack?” Bitty calls softly through the door, with a gentle knock. A muffled groan is the only response.

“Jack, I’m coming in.”

His room is still dark, and Bitty almost can’t see Jack, bundled under his covers, shaking slightly.

“Jack?”

“Five more minutes.”

“Oh lord,” Bitty whispers, tiptoeing closer. From the side of the bed, Bitty can see how much paler than normal Jack is, almost ashen, with unfocused eyes. Quite without realizing it, Bitty’s hand is on Jack’s forehead, feeling his temperature like his Mama always did to him. He’s burning up.

“‘M fine. Just a sec.”

“You’re not fine. You’re sick.”

“Can’t be sick – got checking practice.”

“Not today we don’t,” Bitty says firmly, stepping back towards the door. “You just keep layin’ there looking two feet from death and I’ll fix you something. Tea, for a start. And Rans stashed some Tylenol in our bathroom – see if we can’t get you comfy enough to sleep some more.”

Bitty bustles as quietly as he can to gather supplies and hurries back to Jack’s room with his bounty.

“Okay so there’s water and Gatorade for later, but you should drink the tea, your voice sounded rough. And I found cough drops in case that starts up, oh and I remembered I had VapoRub so—”

“Bittle.”

“Right, sorry, I’ll just leave this stuff here,” he says, arranging everything on the nightstand, “and let you deal with this in peace.”

He’s halfway across the room when a weak “Stay?” comes from the bed. He spins around, surprised to see that Jack is actually sitting up, holding himself up on shaking arms, but looking determined all the same.

“You want me to stay?”

“Please? Until your class at least? You make things…better.”

“Oh,” Bitty says, breath caught. “I— Sure thing, lemme just get more comfy and I’ll be right back.”

Jack slumps back against his pillows, clearly exhausted, but he flashes a small, trembling smile at Bitty. “Thanks.”

“Got your back.”

#cricket writes #ficlet fest 3 #omgcp #check please #year 2 #the haus #ficlet #thesleepyskipper

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briarcreek · 9 months

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