#jacknico

[adelphenium]

hiiii i just found your art and i have become lowk obsessed (i sent a flower headshot piece to a friend and she is also in love). would u ever be interested in doing a nico+jack piece? i just think they're so goofy together, no pressure ofc!!!

some goofy hockeys with pocky..

(i also have another jacknico and an r63 version as well!)

[lilyrizzy]

signs of a lifetime (you til' i die) by lilyrizzy | jack/nico | hockey rpf | rated e | 24.2K

If he was in Michigan things would be so much better. He’d have his brothers, his guys and Nico too.

Nico, who fits in so well with everyone Jack loves. Who can talk enough hockey to keep up with Z, who offers to do the washing up every night after dinner in a way that has Jack’s mom beaming at him. Who wrestles on the dock with Luke like he’s known him his whole life, who can quietly play pool with Quinn, their heads bent together as they trade mumbled laughter.

Nico in Michigan can be everything to everyone, and that is so much better than Jack in Switzerland. He only knows how to be anything at all to Nico.

or,

Jack goes home with Nico for the summer & things are harder than he expects.

[catofthecanals289]

[hischierlovebot]

Fitz may be homophobic but I am not. Happy pride to all worms out there

[jeanie-g]

For the dialogue prompt bullet point thing how about #2? And NicoJack please?

If that strikes your fancy!

yes m'am! 🫡 hope some sweet, sweet angst strikes your fancy <3

#2: "It's not like this with them."

• Nico has stopped keeping track of how long he's been in love with Jack. Sometimes, it feels like he can't even remember a time when he wasn't.

• It's like Jack has always been there, and Nico was simply waiting to find him. Like Nico's heart knew it before his brain did, keeping a small, Jack-shaped space carved out for the time they finally met. And when they did, Nico felt something slide home in himself that he'd never felt before.

• It's been years now since that very first day at training camp, years since Nico fell victim to the first of a thousand smiles that Jack cast on him like a spell—and, yeah, he guesses that he kind of does still keep track after all. Because it's been four years, and Jack doesn't feel the same.

• Nico's come to terms with it, he likes to think. That Jack will never love him back the way he wants. It's not Jack's fault he's straight, just like it's not Nico's fault he isn't. It's just unfortunate, is what it is (Nico tries to avoid the word "tragic" as much as he can in the fear that he'll sound like a sappy novel), but that's life. That's the way the world works. He just needs to get over it.

• Except, the thing is, it's really fucking hard to get over it with Jack acting the way he does. Loud, open, touchy, always hanging off of people, always hanging off of Nico on the ice or in the locker room or out at bars and clubs. Nico has to act like it doesn't affect him, because he knows Jack's just like that, that he's just a friendly guy who isn't afraid to show physical affection toward the people he cares about.

• Even when he sits next to Nico more than the others, his thigh pressed against his. Even when his celly hugs last a little longer with Nico, and Jack turns his head till his nose touches Nico's neck. Even when, a few beers deep, he gets all up in Nico's space with that wicked smile of his, and Nico has to call on every fiber in his being to keep from leaning forward and kissing him. To keep from scooping him up and taking him home. When, in his moments of weakness, of stupid blind hope, Nico thinks that maybe, just maybe, Jack might like him back—and those hopes get dashed almost immediately after they've sprouted.

• Because Jack takes girls home. He leaves Nico's side at the club eventually and dances with girls. He kisses girls. He fucks girls. And Nico's not a girl. Only if he strikes out, which isn't often, does he come back to Nico, smiling and sweaty and beautiful. Or hours after, when Nico hears the tell-tale ding of the hotel elevator descending, and he asks if Nico's still up to watch a movie because he can't sleep. And Nico doesn't have the kind of self preservation to feel ashamed, so he says yes. He always says yes. And when Jack enters his room, smelling like some girl's perfume, he pretends he doesn't know what Jack's been up to. Because Nico's not a stupid man. He'll take what he can get.

• The night after their win in Dallas is hard. Jack's clingier than usual, being a bit less conservative with his lingering touches on Nico's back as they walk or the hook of his arm around Nico's neck as they sit. Nico tries not to think about it.

• He’s talking to Siegs about one of the Dallas plays in the third, and that's when he notices Jack's eyes—every few moments—flickering down to his lips. He thinks it's just because it's kind of loud and Jack may be reading them to parse out what he's saying, but even when Siegs starts talking, Jack doesn't let up. When Nico smiles, he looks over at Jack, who's very pointedly still following Nico's mouth.

• Nico doesn't know what to do with that, he really doesn't, so he decides it's time to start drinking. But when he starts, so does Jack, and in just over an hour, all of the micro-movements—all of Jack's confusing little gestures—go up exponentially.

• The guys have pulled them both to the dance floor, and Jack is just awful at it, which Nico has to try really hard not to find endearing. Jack finds any excuse he can to slide up against Nico, bumping their hips with the rhythm. When the music speeds up, he moves his hands down Nico’s arms, intertwines their fingers, even, before pulling them away. Nico can smell the sweat on his body, can feel the heat radiating between them, and when Jack meets his gaze and smiles, something dangerously close to hope swells in Nico’s chest. Jack swings close, and his eyes drop to Nico’s lips again, and the air gets a whole lot warmer.

• And Nico is nearing his boiling point. There's only so much of this can-he/will-he Nico can take before he explodes. Or cries. Because even if he goes with it—falls into Jack's touch the way he's desperate to—he knows, fuck, he knows that Jack will go home with someone else. It's better to just rip the bandaid off now.

• He breaks free from Jack and stalks off the dance floor, going up to the bar and asking for a cup of water. He downs it, eyes scanning over the crowd of swaying partygoers. Suddenly, it doesn't matter how much alcohol he's had; Nico is absolutely drained. He asks for another water, sipping it more gingerly this time as he studies the multitude of liquor bottles backlit on the bar shelves. Then, he feels a hand on his shoulder, and his face sours when he turns and sees Jack.

• "Hisch, where'd you go?" he asks, and Nico finds a well of bravery he has a very small window to tap.

• "I can't do it, Jack," he says, avoiding his eyes.

• "Can't do what?" Jack asks.

• Nico makes a pained noise as he meets Jack's eyes. "You have to know, Jack. You have to know. How I…how I feel about you.”

• And Jack's face sobers. He doesn't deny it, which Nico can at least respect, though it breaks his heart. A large part of him was hoping that Jack was simply oblivious this whole time.

• Nico drops off his water cup and shoves past Jack, heading towards the exit. When he steps out of the club and feels the first lick of wind on his face, he can finally take a breath. And then the door opens behind him, and Jack appears.

• "Nico, please..."

• Nico was intending to drop it for now, maybe just pretend this exchange never happened for his own sanity's sake, but Jack seems hell bent on hashing it out now. If that’s what he wants, that’s what he’ll get.

• "So, are you messing with me, then?" Nico spits, letting those self-hating thoughts come to the surface. "Playing with me because you know I want you? Just to fuck off with some gorgeous blonde ten minutes later?"

• "No, Nico, that's not..."

• Nico feels hot tears burning, and he tries valiantly to fight them back. "It's mean," he bites, and then the first tear slips, and he feels himself deflate. He's so tired. "You...you make me think you might actually...and then you leave and take someone else home."

• Jack's eyes dart over Nico's face. He seems anxious, like a mouse caught in a trap. "I...I don't want to."

• Nico chokes out a hoarse laugh. "You don't want to?" He asks incredulously. "How can you not want to?"

• "Because it's not like this with them," Jack says quickly, and then his voice goes smaller, his eyes get wet. "It's not...I've tried, Nico, but it's not."

• Nico stills, and Jack steps closer. "I always think about you. Even when I'm not..." His face pinks. "And I've tried to ignore it for so long. I don't want to be..."

• The word lies silently between them: gay.

• "But I want you," Jack continues. "I don't care anymore. I just want you."

• Nico still hasn’t moved, his mind trudging through Jack's words and their meaning like molasses. Jack takes one of Nico’s hands and places it on his own cheek, covering it with one of his own.

• And Nico can't believe what he's hearing. What he’s seeing. What he’s doing. He feels like he's in a daze. A lovely, dreamlike daze. Jack…likes him back. He slowly brings his other hand to Jack's cheek, just as a tear slips down to his chin.

• "Please," Jack whispers, and Nico can only nod.

• Slowly, so slowly, in case Jack changes his mind, Nico leans forward. He sees Jack close his eyes before Nico closes his own, and then it's inches, centimeters, millimeters, and their lips are touching.

• It's dry—Jack's lips are chapped, but a sting of lightning sparks between them anyway. Like instinct, the both of them pull back slightly to lick their lips, and then they fall forward together, and Jack tilts his head, and Nico parts his lips, and then they're kissing—properly kissing—and Nico thinks he'll faint right here on the sidewalk.

• Jack whines, and Nico can't help but lean forward to drape his body against Jack’s—push him the few steps it takes till they're against the brick wall so their hips can touch.

• "Oh, fuck," Jack breathes, breaking their kiss for a few moments to pant. Nico takes the opportunity to move his hands up into Jack's hair, fingers raking his scalp. Jack is immediately responsive, moaning quietly and grinding his hips ever so slightly against Nico's. Nico has to blink stars out of his vision.

• "Nico, please, never stop touching me," Jack says, and Nico wordlessly moves his hands to cradle Jack's head, tilting it to capture his lips again. Jack opens his mouth for Nico's tongue, and Nico just about dies.

• He will never stop touching Jack again, now that he has him, now that Jack is finally his.

[gaytkachuk]

Trick or treat! 🎃

TREAT <3

[linskywords]

BARGING through ur door to SCREAM!!! about the revelation of a jacknico D/s fic??? jfc that ship has consumed me ever since reading And I'll Write Your Name. i just need you to know i am frothing at the mouth at this, absolutely feral at the very thought

Yaaaaay I love imparting some anticipatory feral fic feels! You are inspiring me to go back to it even though there are easier things to write. 😅

[hisch13r86]

i want to do the WIPs challenge so bad except i literally have 141 WIPs right now and i don’t even know what 90% of them are about anymore

[leonkittysaitl]

If I had any talent whatsoever, I would be making a Timmy/Brady or Jack/nico edit to Moving in Place by Shauna Dean Cokeland since they’ve both had rough seasons to the part of the song that goes

“The world just ain’t ready for us yet, that’s it,” says the guy to your left. You would die for that kid. Watch his eyes as they get sorta distant and different and we’re moving in place again. We’re moving in place again.

[adelphenium]

in these trying times.... a lil jacknico h/c <3

[lilyrizzy]

my hockey fic🏒

jack/nico:

no dawn, no day

jamie/trevor:

no way of winning

branches we bind

[catofthecanals289]

Got inspired by this great edit

[jonasiegenthaler]

nyr@njd | 22.03.22

[jeanie-g]

hello the way I dashed over immediately when I saw your prompts post!! could I please request #14 - “If you do that one more time I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.” ?

I'll leave the setting up to you! sweet, spicy, silly, emotional, angst, anything goes. I'm always defaulting to jacknico but I also see trevor/jamie on your blog so feel free to choose either!

(& good luck with your fics! 🍀)

as requested!! thank u <3

• Nico can be all talk sometimes. Sometimes, Jack has to be the one to make him take action. Behind closed doors, he's so affectionate—and wicked. He says things that make Jack's knees go weak and his brain go fuzzy. The boy-next-door he is not. Don't let the pretty face and cute accent fool you. But in front of the guys, he keeps it capped. It's like pulling teeth getting Nico to show any kind of PDA, but the thing is: Jack knows he wants to. He knows he runs hot with want just as much as Jack does.

• So, Jack has to be the one to go for it, to force him to shed his captaincy complex for one minute and just touch him back. Jack loves to push Nico's buttons as it is, so it's not too difficult. What is difficult is figuring out what will make Nico bite. Tonight, it starts with an innocent hand on Nico's thigh under the table at their twelve-person booth. At first, Nico doesn't react to it, and Jack seizes the time they have before their food arrives to gradually slide it upwards. Nico, in the middle of a story, chokes when Jack wraps his fingers around his hip and squeezes. He blames it on spit, and Jack has to hide his smile.

• He keeps it up all night, just these little touches searing Nico's skin like a brand. His legs draped over Nico's thighs after they've finished their meals. Falling against his back as Nico lines up a pool shot in the guise of bettering his aim. Rubbing his hand up and down the small of his back as they stand by the bar, chatting with Luke. And every new touch, their close proximity—Jack can tell it's driving Nico insane. But every time, he doesn't reciprocate. Every time, he holds himself back. Jack never understands why. Because when they meet each other's eyes, Nico's looking at him like no one else ever has, and Jack knows how much Nico wants him.

• It's because they're in public, and Nico is always worried about what the guys will think, even though they've been dating for months now. "Keep things professional" he always says—in the locker room, on the ice, in their hotel rooms because God forbid the walls are a bit too thin for his liking. But Jack doesn't want to be professional. Jack wants to be reckless, and he wants Nico to know that he can be reckless, too.

• Because Jack's favorite move of the night, and arguably his most outwardly slutty, comes from a bowl of cherries the waiter dropped off at their table that no one else has been touching. Jack pops one into his mouth, tying the stem with his tongue absently. And then he catches sight of Nico just a few feet away. He slowly grins, popping the cherry between his teeth like a fox to a grape, and Jack swears Nico's pupils dilate. He pockets several, eating the cherries around Nico over the next hour, making sure to tongue the stem, pop the thing, and then lick the juice off his red lips. Jack can only imagine all the nasty images he's conjuring in Nico's mind right now.

• Eventually, when Jack has to piss, he heads to the bathroom, and when he comes out, Nico is there outside the doorway, crowding into his space. He can only smile as Nico boxes him in. His face is so close to Jack's, his sandalwood cologne mixing with the whiskey on his breath in a way that makes Jack's heart stutter. He fumbles in his pocket for a cherry, and before Nico can stop him, pops it in his mouth.

• "Jesus," Nico says. "You're impossible."

• Jack takes his time rolling it around in his mouth before answering. "You know I have a sweet tooth." He positions the cherry between his front teeth.

• Nico leans closer. "If you do that one more time," he says, rumbles into Jack's ear. "I don't think I'll be able to control myself."

• Jack's belly goes warm with the thought, and he has to hide how pleased he is. When Nico pulls back, his eyes are dark, his tone all business, but when Jack looks down, he swears his hands are shaking ever so slightly. It's all the confirmation Jack needs; he's got Nico right where he wants him. He knows this game, and he plays it well.

• His smile widens, snapping the cherry between his teeth with an audible smack. Then, he leans forward, his lips tickling Nico's ear. "And what makes you think I want you to control yourself?"

• And then it's like all the air in the building funnels down to the two of them alone. All Jack can feel is the distant pounding of the bass from the neighboring club; all he can hear is the rapid beating of his heart in his ears. Nico's mouth parts, and his eyes drop to Jack's wet lips, and Jack only has a second to prepare before Nico's mouth is on his, hot and demanding. The atmosphere is thrown back to him as Nico pushes him up against the wall, cupping his jaw and kissing him senseless.

• "All night, fuck, all night you've been torturing me," Nico growls between kisses.

• Jack bites out a laugh. "I'm the one being tortured, baby. I just want you to touch me."

• "Well, isn't that what I'm doing?" Nico says, and his lips leave his to trail down Jack's neck.

• Jack hums contentedly. "Mission accomplished, then."

• "Shut up," Nico whispers against his skin, and Jack laughs.

• Nico can be all talk, but in the end Jack always gets what he wants.

[alpineshift]

Ooh so for the prompt thingie:

"Tell me to leave and I’ll never bother you again.”

But like in a cute playful way. Maybe Jack wants snuggle (don’t try telling me that boy’s love language isn’t physical touch) while Nico is busy and after a while where Jack keeps trying to distract Nico from his task Nico is like ‘Just leave me alone for five minutes so I can finish this.’ And Jack gets all pouty and whiny and just exaggeratedly says that.

I love the idea of jack being a menace and nico just accepting it with the air of someone who owns a particularly chatty and demanding cat. they are married. (tysm for the prompt!)

3. “Tell me to leave and I’ll never bother you again.”

It's a rare weekend off, so as far as Jack's concerned, they ought to be taking it easy and lounging around in the apartment and watching stupid TV.

Not reviewing interview questions, for crying out loud.

"Babe, you've done a bazillion interviews at this point in your career," Jack says, nudging Nico's thigh with a socked foot. "You don't have to study it."

"I just wanna be prepared," Nico replies, eyes never leaving the iPad, even as Jack slides his foot across the top of his legs, digging his heel into the muscle there. Nico does catch hold of Jack's foot though, and rubs his thumb over Jack's anklebone absentmindedly.

Hmm. Not good enough.

"Baaabe," Jack wheedles, sliding his whole body down the length of the couch so he could drape his legs over Nico's. Nico just lifts his iPad a little higher to accommodate him, and flips to the next page, damn it. "Babe. Baby. Babe. Babe. Babe."

"Jack. Jack. Jack," Nico replies, catching Jack's hand when he goes to poke at Nico's midsection.

"You think you're sooo funny." Nico finally deigns to give him a judgy side-eye, which is equally hilarious and a win. Judgy Nico is Jack's favourite, simply because it's so funny when Nico gets bitchy. "Are you seriously telling me interview notes are more interesting than me? The literal love of your life?"

"I didn't say that. I'm just saying I want to finish reading these."

Jack feigns are frustrated sigh, kicking his feet slightly. "But I wanna hang out now."

"Just leave me alone for five minutes so I can finish this," Nico says, exasperated. "And then we can watch tv, or buy lunch, or do whatever you want, okay?"

Well. Time for the big guns.

Jack pushes himself up and takes over Nico's lap in one swift movement, seating himself overtop Nico's thighs, lightly pushing the iPad to his chest, hovering deliberately over his boyfriend. Nico startles at the sudden weight on him, blinking owlishly up at Jack. Jack bites down on his bottom lip, watching Nico closely.

"Fine. Tell me to leave and I'll never bother you again." Nico frowns, opens his mouth, then closes it with a snap when Jack settles his weight down more pointedly. Drapes his arms over Nico's shoulders. Leans in so that their lips are nearly touching. "I could just go. Leave you to another five pages of sports questions. Give you some space, keep myself entertained in the other room, y'know?"

Nico swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing. Jack hides his grin. Hughes: 1. Hischier: 0. "I won't distract you, Neeks. Let me just go--"

There's not much interest in the iPad questions after that.

[gaytkachuk]

so sleepy and stared at this image for too long anyways did we notice that nico's left elbow is also propped up which means jack's knee is tucked right up under him