#pimms week

[siriuslyarrogant]

5 time someone told Kent Jack misses him and 1 time Jack told him

/ Jack and Bitty didn't get together after graduation in this /

This post is in three parts because I don't want to make an Ao3 account and apparently this is too long a post for tumblr

Pimms week: Growth

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1)

22nd December 2007 - Rimouski , Quebec, Canada

Kent Parson has known Jack Zimmermann for 5 months and 17 days. He's known Alicia Zimmermann for about two weeks less than that. And up until now , he didn't think Alicia was insane but apparently she is because the stuff she just said , Kent can't believe he just heard.

"Yeah, Jack is going to miss you when you're in back in New York , so we thought we should a group dinner before then."

Kent swears everybody can tell how wide his eyes are right now and how he's just gapping like a fish out of water.

"Alicia and I will also miss you , just maybe not as much." With this Bob throws a smirk over to his son.

And Jack, Kent notices, is red-cheeked and staring at his plate. Oh, Jack probably just needs Kent to tell Alicia it's no big deal and that Jack (and the rest of them ) won't have time to miss him. And Kent will, he swears he will tell her that, as soon as his mouth can work again.

After taking a drink of his juice, to buy himself some time, Kent tugs his lips up into a smile and tells her exactly what he planned.

His plan didn't include all three Zimmermanns looking at him likes he's the crazy one at this table - Kent is still adding that trophy to Alicia's award cabinet.

He's about to open his mouth to say sorry or something however Bob beats him to it and says "Of course, we will, Alicia needs a blonde companion around"

Jack hooks his foot around Kents ankle and at Kents questioning look , just gives a slight nod of his head. In the near 6 months Kent Parson has known the Zimmermanns he has never been so confused.

2)

7th June 2009 - Montreal, Quebec , Canada

For the couple of weeks Kent has let the thought of what happens after the draft to not enter his mind. The draft it self is all but a low humming thought in his brain.

That is until Bob had to go and ruin it. It a small comment , not really meant to mean anything more than a chirp , but to Kent it feels like a bulldozer entered his heart and left with it.

"Well, don't worry about that , I'm sure even with you two on opposite sides of the country, Jack will still miss you"

It was meant to be a joke. Making fun of how Kent is always by Jack's side. How even after the draft nothing will tear them apart. It was a jab at how Kent needed to be reassured of someone missing him.

Bob thinks that distance isn't something that will cause Jack to forget him. With how Jack has been acting lately- avoiding any mention of New York or Las Vegas - Kent thinks Bob might be wrong.

3)

17th February 2011 - Las Vegas, Nevada , USA

"Yeah, sure , I'll tell him."

Kent left the room for one minute to collect the take out and in that one minute Jeff gets a serious call. That's it he's never ordering from here again.

"Who was that?" Jeff looks up from his phone - wait isn't that Kent's?

"Is that my phone?"

"It rang so I answered it for you. It was Jack Zimmermann"

Kent grabs the phone , dropping the take out, and demanding Jeff tells him what Jack wanted

"He said that he misses you and hopes we do well in the playoffs- if we get there."

Kent started sailing his phone as soon as Jeff said 'misses' but still asks him "He really said that?"

"Yeah, I know right , we are totally going to playoffs"

"No, the missing me part?"

"Yeah, it was the first thing he said, then he realised I had answered."

Jack's not picking up the phone so Kent tries again.

And again.

He tries until Jeff gets annoyed and tells him just to leave a message.

Kent leaves one when he tells Jack how he misses him too that lasts about two minutes long.

Jeff never answers Kent phone for him again.

[zimmboniandbitty]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Jack," Alicia said, taking a step forward. "Honey. What year is it?"

"2009."

"Oh my god," she said softly.

"What?"

"Jack," Bob said slowly. "It's... it's 2018.

[willdexpoindexter]

Pimm’s Cup Anyone?

Written for @pimmsweek Day 7, a little fluff to round out the week. 

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“We have a couple’s name, you know.”

Jack blinked at the sudden change of topic. “We do?”

Kent nodded smugly. “Like Brangelina.”

“What is it?”

“Pimms.”

“Cute,” Jack admitted, returning his gaze to the screen where he was watching tape. 

“Jaaaaack.”

“Yes, dear?” Jack chirped. 

Kent rolled his eyes. “I wanna go to London.”

“What?”

“To drink a Pimm’s cup with you!”

Jack shook his head. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Kent shoved his phone in front of Jack and he pushed it back to actually be able to see. On the screen was a red mixed drink full of fruit chunks. “You want to go all the way to London to drink sangria?”

“It’s not sangria, it’s a Pimm’s cup!” Kent pouted. “Pimms is like, this British gin, thing. And you make this drink with it. It looks really good. Let’s go.”

“Kenny, the preseason starts next week. We can’t just jet off to London.” 

Kent huffed a sigh. 

“What’s going on, babe?”

“Maybe I don’t want the preseason to start,” Kent mumbled. 

Jack frowned and gently lifted Kent’s chin to look at him. 

“How about we make our own Pimm’s, eh? A little Pimm’s celebration before I have to fly out. You can even put it up on Instagram if you want.”

“Okay,” Kent said, pout still firmly in place. By the time they got to Binny’s, though, he was back to smiling and chirping Jack, excited for the next adventure. They located the red gin and the mixers and fruit they needed and headed back to Kent’s apartment. 

“Can’t believe they had this in Vegas,” Kent mused from the passenger seat. 

“You have everything in Vegas,” Jack teased. 

“Won’t next week,” Kent mumbled, pouting again. 

“Kenny,” Jack reached a hand out and Kent grabbed it from the air. “You’ve got me now.”

“Yeah,” Kent said and squeezed Jack’s hand. Jack stole a glance and found Kent smiling softly down at their intertwined fingers. 

At his apartment, Kent quickly got to work making his perfect “Pimms” Cup in the perfect instagrammable shot. Jack leaned against the doorway to the kitchen and watched his boyfriend work. Finally, the drinks full to the very top, Kent pulled Jack into the shot and directed the shot. 

“Thought cheers shots were ‘so 2017 come on Zimms’,” He chirped. 

“Shut up and smile Zimmermann.” 

Jack did and Kent snapped several photos with and without him holding his own cup to Jack’s until he was happy. 

Setting the drink down at last, he fiddled with the filters and captions for a while, then finally put the phone down and raised his glass again. “To Pimms.”

“Dork. I love you.”

“Love you too, Zimms.” He took a tentative drink of the cocktail and blinked in surprise. “Huh. That’s actually good.”

Jack laughed and took a sip of his as well. 

Later, he checked Kent’s Instagram. 

Heard you guys named us Pimms so I made a Pimm’s for my Zimms. Love you, babe. Thanks for putting up with my shit.

Jack smiled softly at it for a moment before typing out his reply, a simple, “Love you too, Kenny.” He paused and considered, eventually deciding on a single heart emoji. Kent would appreciate it if nothing else. 

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[believesinponds]

After an Injury (pimms, G)

Title: After an Injury Ships: Jack/Kent Rating: General Words: ~1000 Summary: [Day 1: Hospital] Jack flies across the country to take care of his injured partner. @pimmsweek

A bad check, they had said. An accident. The guy who did it felt terrible, said he was friends with Parse and would never do serious damage on purpose. Parse was on his way to the hospital with a definite broken bone and possible concussion.

Jack put his phone back in his pocket and tried to breathe. One of the media interns waved at him as they walked down the hallway.

He needed to find a more private spot.

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[zimmboniandbitty]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Kent shook his head, let out a yawn, and adjusted the blanket around his waist. "So, you two wanna fill us in on what happened last night?"

“Besides you trying to act out your third favorite Katy Perry song?” Swoops asked.

"Nothing bad," Rhetty said with a shrug. "We just basically got to see first hand how cute and gross you two are."

"Oh no," Kent said with his eyes wide.

[willdexpoindexter]

Restart

Summary: It’s been ten years since the draft and seven years since he talked to Jack without their C’s on. But Kent is captain and captains pick up trades from the airport. So Kent goes..

Written for @pimmsweek Day 4: Smirk

I don’t have time to write for all of these amazing prompts but go check out the collection for other pimms works!

Thank you to Anna @halfdesertedstreets for the beta and the title! 

ao3 | ko-fi 

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Kent heard about the trade from management; it was his team that Jack was coming to after all. But he heard about the breakup from Deadspin.

Zimmermann traded to Aces, Dumps Boyfriend for Ex, Ace Parson?

Kent laughed and tucked the headline away for a chirp on his new teammate.

He’d been out since about a year after Zimms had come out in a Stanley Cup fanfare. Several other players had come out that off-season but Kent hadn’t until the next year. He just wasn’t ready for the combination of coverage about him being gay and coverage about his and Zimms’ past.

By the time he’d come out, he’d been ready.

Mostly.

Kinda.

Whatever, it was time.

The coaches sat him down and asked if he needed one of his A’s to take over captain duties for Zimmermann so they must have seen the article too, but Kent assured them that he and Jack fell out of touch a long time ago and there was nothing to worry about. They exchanged a look but eventually agreed. They trusted him, that’s why he was captain.

So the next day, Kent drove to the airport to pick up Jack Zimmermann, first out NHL player and Kent’s first boyfriend. Not that the two were related. And Kent had been telling the truth. He and Jack hadn’t really spoken to each other since Jack signed with the Falconers his senior year of college. There had been Captain Handshakes and interview soundbites but direct contact? No, Jack had made it perfectly clear he wanted none of that from Kent

But now they had a fresh start. Kent was going to make the most of it.

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Jack ducked into Kent’s car with his signature pout on. His eyes looked red and tired. Kent was taken off guard. Had Jack been crying?

“Hey,” Kent said, opting to forgo his typical greeting. “How was your flight?”

Jack stared straight out of the windshield. “Fine.”

“Ooh-kay,” Kent said, drawing out the first syllable. He threw the car back into drive and pulled away from the curb. “You eat?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jack shake his head, jaw clenched tight.

“I’ve got some Angie meals in the freezer, we can just have those?”

“Okay,” Jack said after an awkward pause. He continued to stare out the window as Kent got on the highway. Then he spoke again. “Is Angie your girlfriend?”

Kent barked a laugh. “She’s the team nutritionist,” he coughed out. “Jack, I’m. I’m gay. Still.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Thought it was pretty obvious with how much I had your dick in my mouth in our teens.”

Jack glared at him. “You could be bi. I am.”

Well now Kent felt like a dick.

“We didn’t really… talk much back then. I didn’t want to assume.”

Kent hummed, considering if he wanted to continue being a bit of an ass to mess with Zimms or pull out his Captain spiel. He settled on the latter.

“Well, welcome to Vegas. We’re really glad to have you here. I mean it. And if there’s anything I can do—“

“Kent,” Jack cut him off. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Being your captain, Zimmermann,” Kent smirked.

“Glad to see you’re still a chirpy little shit,” Jack shook his head. “You don’t gotta do the spiel. I asked to be traded. I’m happy to be here. And, as you’ve so elegantly put it, we used to suck each other’s dicks in high school, so I think the formalities are unnecessary.”

That first bit was news to Kent but he tried not to let it show. Had Jack actually asked to come to the Aces or just to leave the Falcs? He decided to go for another chirp instead of letting the news get to him.

“Heard you dumped your boyfriend for me. Bit of a rash move, Zimms, you could’ve just called.” Another smirk.

Jack rolled his eyes. He’d matured a lot in the last ten years but Kent could still push his buttons.

“You wish, Kenny.”

Kent choked on air at the nickname and Jack frantically patted his back as Kent tried to keep control of the car.

“I’m fine.”

“Sure.”

“Are you, uh, okay though? That whole thing with Bi—“

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay.”

Silence fell in the car and Kent had no idea what to do with it. Finally, Jack spoke again.

“I missed you, Kenny.”

Kent stole a look at him but Jack was still staring out the windshield as though it was Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Championship.

“Me, too, Zimms,” Kent whispered.

It was a start.

[zimmboniandbitty]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Kenny. This isn't even a real award."

"It is to me, Zimms," Kent said. "I was thisclose to beating Sid's streak of five years in a row. Now we're just tied. And I have to start all over.” He ended with a pout.

"My condolences."