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[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

@pimmsweek

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. 

_X_

“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. 

original photo (x)

[goldrising]

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

Title: when you were young Fandom: Check, Please! Length: 1601 words, 1/1 chapters Rating: G Pairing: Jack Zimmermann/Kent “Parse” Parson Tags: Jack is an Ace, Age Regression/De-Aging A/N: for the @pimmsweek prompt: “younger” Summary:

“Toxic” by Brittany Spears blasts into the blissful silence and Jack blinks blearily awake, fumbling at his bedside table for his phone.

That’s the last time he’s giving Kent his phone to look for directions...

He squints at his phone and … and why is Mercy calling him at six o’clock in the morning?

He clicks the green button then puts Mercy on speaker, falling back onto his pillow and closing his eyes again.

“Someone had better be dead or dying,” Jack mumbles.

[pimmsweek]

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[rowingviolahere]

@pimmsweek​ “anything” seems like as good an excuse for a field au as any so! two shots of kent and jack training (pre and post jack’s haircut because continuity what continuity).

[image description] two black and white pen drawings with limited grey shading. The first is two boys in field hockey uniforms a short corner battery viewed from further up the field: Jack (left, #1) is midway through a shot on goal that had been trapped by Kent (right, #90), who is now standing to the side out of his way. The second is the same two, viewed from goal-side: Jack is behind Kent and has his stick out in an attempt to block the ball; Parse has brought the ball nearer to himself and is mid-swing for a tomahawk shot. [/end description]

other notes for this au:

please note in the second image jack is defintiely wearing a fluro pink bib because he’s the Assigned Defender for the drill. he does not enjoy being defence, but he’s the only one who can keep up with kent and also not flinch away when he raises his stick for a toma

bad bob coached multiple olympic teams to gold medals but has since retired. there’s much less uh, huge press following of field hockey compared with ice but he’s still known within the community. technically for them to be like, pros they’d probably have to be on their national teams (and because of the whole canadian vs us thing, on different sides) but for now they’re together let’s let them be happy

jack played hockey for a club team rather than his school team, and started playing men’s when he was about 13. and then they just kept moving him up the divs until he was like, 16 and playing in the top men’s league of his city

they met at state reps i guess? junior nationals? i never got high enough level to experience rep hockey and also i don’t know how it works in america so let’s just handwave it and pretend it’s roughly analagous to what i know of aussie rep hockey ok? ok. kent was CF for his team, so he was taking point and staring jack down as he took free hits. jack learned very quickly that he had to hit very quickly otherwise this guy standing Right On The Five I Have My Hand Up And The Ump Said It’s Fine Just No Closer will get the ball off you before you could tap it and then take a shot

they ended up just marking each other out of the game half the time it was very funny and also there was A Bit Of Argy-Bargy but they were also willing to fuck around with the balls while everyone else was going to the clubhouse to get a drink then they added each other on facebook and spent the rest of the carnival when they weren’t with their teams just mucking about on the field in between games lol

then either jack moves or kent moves or maybe they end up on the same uni team or whatever, they end up on the same team and they are the Best but also the Worst (you know, playing jinking tennis while waiting for their turn on a drill, juggling the ball just Constantly, etc)

their short battery is parse traps, jack hits. if there’s a rebound, kent usually gets it, but jack is known for dragflicks that just. they go right where goalies hate

both of them take one-on-ones, duh, but kent is actually better at penalty strokes than jack. not that jack’s bad, he just overthinks them and they sometimes go wide, whereas kent’s hit the goal every time just sometimes the goalie gets there first

kent parson can tomahawk like a motherfucker. most people are like, oh shit i got it in the right direction AND it raised? nice! he’s like, “i’m going to put it top right corner then middle left post” and hits two balls and they go exactly where he said they would. jack can aim his but not to nearly the same extent. kent’s hits are comparatively not great so it evens out

assists don’t count in field as points. jack and kent have poached each other’s goals multiple times throughout the season. they are keeping count.

kent is an excellent centre half, he distributes the ball Very Nicely, Jack is a centre forward, but sometimes things happen and they get chucked into a wing/inner pair, wherin they just one-two it down the line. Jack as RW running the baseline dumping it up to parse who gets a one-touch then toma is a real dangerous combo

kent parson has mastered the art of spinning his stick in the air so that it lands on rounds more often than flat. no one can work out how he does it. it frustrates the opposition immensely.

johnson the goalie i think might be That One Guy Who Is Always At The Hockey Centre, You Know The One, who has at some point coached literally every goalie in the city and surrounding region and never wears shoes even when there is ice on the field

[frxstguardian]

Summer Haze, Glory Days: A fanmix for Q era Jack/Kent

There were the 34 days in the summer of 2009, between winning the Memorial Cup and the NHL Entry Draft in Montreal, where things were perfect. Who wouldn’t want that back?

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[lahallucinations]

It's the false side of hope where believers concede

And there's only memories when it's over

They were the best of times, they were the best of times -Old Fashioned, Panic at the Disco

...

Kent watched the clip, Jack kissing the blonde he was vaguely familiar with, he couldn’t be bothered to care. Was this closure? Or did he feel numb again? 

“Can I pour you another old fashioned?” the bartender asked.

Why did it matter anyways? “Yeah, I’ll take another.”

for the @pimmsweek prompt- functional exes