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black-dianthus · 4 years

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Alexandra Wallace Smith's Idea of Privacy

My sister is striking. All the ladies in our family are. My Aunt Magdalene was remarkably excellent as well. They have firecracker characters. Daddy, you know, you of all comprehend my rushed notes, the diaries that I have kept from youth proceeded to past, the diary, the dismissed novel, the retribution, the sonnets that I've written, lost, that time and vitality and sense of self overlooked. At that point there are the dark Croxley scratch pad. I am resolved to get that far from you, and from the remainder of the world for good.

Muirhead injured me. I consider every one of his ladies in the workplace space in Johannesburg before I got back home to my youth home in Port Elizabeth scared to death of falling pregnant. Having a kid with only one parent present. Turning into a solitary parent and bringing up a kid all alone with almost no cash. I barely brought in any cash or had a pay to help a kid. How they ensured him, chuckled at his jokes, how they set him up in place of worship, how they adored him, how they sat inverse him in extravagant Johannesburg cafés drinking their cabernet or merlot. Thinking ladies, lovely ladies, ladies with youth, naivety and sexual naiveté (in spite of the fact that the sexual motivation, the sexual drive was there) on their side. How he short of breath stitch up as though they're electric dolls. I warmed up the livers, mushrooms and bacon, the extras, mixed the eggs and tuned in to the morning news on the radio. The transport rolling in from Port Elizabeth to Johannesburg had flipped into the air off the roadway. There were no fatalities. The plums were delicious and sweet. I would spare them for lunch. I sat at the kitchen table, buttered my toast, drank my tepid espresso, folded my legs, scratched my knee absentmindedly and gazed out of the window. The morning meal's oil was adhered to the container. I could forget about it. What's more, the more mindful I happened to the sky, the earth, the inner, the more mindful I was the fate of who made the innovation, vision, dream, objective, and end of this line of sky, of blue, of this author, this tormented artist, this winged animal?

I felt his hand personally as though it was a fantasy and afterward nothing. I felt embarrassed.

The fantasy young lady subsequent to leaving Johannesburg transformed into a lady. She got back to the coast, to her dad's home, her mom's kitchen, her mom's shrewdness and the seats of her youth proceeded, to the specialty of a heart fixed. She got back to the coast where water could be found in wild places, where tides were liable to change, to where she spent radiant blue hours gazing up at the sky. She had her books. Her pointer would wait on the spine in her dad's terrific examination, his library, and his 'London experience'. The house was haggard. It was bad. The tiles were tumbling odd in the kitchen. The dividers required a lick of paint. The insides needed fix. The entire house should have been revamped. The fantasy young lady had returned. The fantasy young lady was additionally resolved to change. She likewise needed to be chivalrous, saintly and enchanted.

Expounding on pain is one of the most troublesome things I have ever needed to do. Nerves I could comprehend as I remained before them however what I truly needed to do was escape. Everyone consistently talks about the supernatural occurrence of life at a memorial service Loose Diamonds. At the point when demise visits there is no dread about examining what music to play when the final resting place is brought down, what songs will be played, what refrain will be perused out of the holy book, and who will make the potato serving of mixed greens.

Sea of dabs. Not intended to keep going long in this lifetime or the following. The individuals of South Africa are that way. My town is a stately town loaded up with chapel individuals. In Central you will locate the best young ladies on the planet. They will disconnect themselves from women's liberation, and the tigers that come around evening time, their adversaries in a limited time and spot. They are well-to-do. Medications have obliterated the very specialty of their spirit. Each gram of their spirits have died. Muirhead. Tissue have preceded you and after. The most splendid pieces of you divided off like work areas in an office space. Reveal to me all that you need me to be I would have said in my twenties. This doesn't need to be its finish however it is. It is. What's more, still I state let it not be so. So funny. So awful. I remain in this ice house. In this house from hellfire. Pale. The inceptions of purposeful misdirection, the enormous bloodlines of my creative mind, can be seen through the exemplification and course of events of my tissue.

Paper meager skating on ice is the thing that I've longed for as long as I can remember. Not to fizzle, not to separate, however to make craftsmanship in the scene of self-destructive sadness and disease. All verse and fitting retribution appears to ask of us is to have a decided desire forever. I despite everything need to acquaint myself with ceremonies that I found so soothing in adolescence. Norma Jean where are you, where do you get yourself now, who are you and what is that brilliant reflection gazing back at you? Is there much else enticing than franticness, than being blonde and being wanted by the world everywhere, to hush up about your way of thinking on life, your destitute desire to be an author and a writer? To win like you have prevailed Norma Jean is to giggle even with people, of presidents, of women's activists, to snicker notwithstanding the difficulty that they have confronted. Regardless of how short, how singular delight is one can't get away from its direness, its survival reference, that stain of affection regardless of how incredible and new it may be, the way reduced it may cause you to feel at long last, you will find that that experience was justified, despite all the trouble. I left the franticness and the warmth of the city behind me in my mid twenties. It will leave you flawlessly developed at this point.

The universe is better, cleaner, more fair and I am less spooky, less ghostlike, less straightforward, astounded by forswearing. I can't delete the valuable of life any longer and its delicacy. How squashed and frozen my soul used to be. Am I, was I actually truly cherished? The ladies around me throughout everyday life, in the working environment, in the circle of close family were reflective accomplices. I am extremely tired of expounding on want and that is the reality of the situation in light of the fact that here and there it is powerful similar to scrapbooking on anything on the inked interwoven planet that you live in. I've become a crude lady in green spaces, green banquets of them, and establishments of winter trees of them. I've become an innovation of a contemporary lady. The creation of the width of the string of the other lady in a land that time overlooked. What are the verses again to that melody? What are the lines that time overlooked in that diary on those cool, brutal blue, blue lines? I am worn out on taking care of the monsters aplenty however mustn't heavenly attendants consistently be safeguarded? Who or what basically characterizes a blessed messenger? A blessed messenger is the inconspicuous, the undetectable great and no one can design your mind like God can.

What's more, what is want truly? Smoke and nectar in the move of outrage, closeness, trickery and duplicity and the everlasting fixation of each one of those things. It is intended for the gamine, the ethereal, and the extraordinary, the mystical young lady. The juvenile. Kids are intended for ladies and what happens when you like expounding on death. For me I esteem remarks on death, on endlessness, on the heaven of paradise, the awareness thinking in unrealistic reasoning, the inquisitive animals that well of lava individuals are and the numerous essences of holy people. I've generally had confidence in holy messengers. The living continue living while the dead go to tidy. There's a bleak throbbing, a canvas on which to play on, the frightful hurt in my sibling's spirit is a similar hurt which I have in my own. There's an apparition country in my mind. The schools, the rooms, and the entirety of the white walled insides of my creative mind. Furthermore, on the off chance that I close my eyes I can envision the entirety of our shapes and the blue sharp light filled the pens of the glorious sky. The darling and the mother and the suffocating bloom that was me. Soil swimming-swimming in a watery spool genetic supply of garbage. The passing of a pet and a writer painting this slippery world with clear idea designs.

Does rot, blood and the dim each get desolate and the husband to be with the implicit enthusiasm he has for his lady of the hour? The lady of the hour in her married euphoria. In her incomprehensible high-obeyed shoes. So I was there in soul. In the event that fish kissed oxygen they would clearly kick the bucket. Their pomegranate gills snuffed out of presence. What are the grains of neediness? Where do they lay? Is it true that they are sequestered? Their spirits lie in South Africa, maybe even flourish there. Roots taking advantage of the life of the dirt, the way of life of the earth, taking advantage of the heaviness of water, or foulness (whichever it arrives from the outset in light of the current situation), saving the delicacy of phones as life floats, vague web-based media is the new attractive, taking advantage of profound destitution, the graveyards of neediness, of the bone-tired. What pleasantness! The obscure accompanies expectation. The expectation of the attention to amaze and according to society. Where does my spirit lie? It lay with you for some time I presume. Satisfied lady of the hour, uninvolved lady, excellence meeting the lovely center of a manly character, and the physical body of a strange wellspring of the knowledge of something contrary to sexuality.

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prove-all-things · 5 years

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Inception Arthur/Eames Recs and Thoughts

I am so late to the party. Like a decade late.

I re-watched Inception for the first time in 10 years, and I can’t get over the fact that not even five minutes of Tom Hardy acting with JGL spawned thousands of fanfic. On AO3, there’s nearly 10,000 works and 75% (7,443/9,992) of them are Arthur/Eames. I’m not even factoring in all the LJ A/E fic that never made it to AO3 – like the hundreds of kink meme stories! We’d probably be pushing 90% A/E if those are accounted for.

How is this possible??? If you look at Harry Potter fandom, Harry/Draco works take up only 16% on AO3 (39,449/241,634). Honestly, I think it’s all because of Tom Hardy’s fantastic acting skills and subliminal, accidental set design shipping (the George Dyer painting and the Hotel Valfierno reference – more meta on that here). Mostly Tom Hardy. As much as I loved JGL’s Arthur voice – like he dropped it lower on purpose to seem more mature and world-weary and snarky (and dare I say almost Boston mobster?)– and the film’s sartorial choices for Arthur and JGL’s badassery in zero-gravity, nothing is better for setting my ship on sail than Tom Hardy’s Eames making sweet, sweet faces at Arthur in the “what’s a kick” scene. Like, Eames could have been looking at Ariadne when he said “This, Ariadne, is a kick.” But the scene is of him staring at Arthur making his lists in his pretentious moleskine. He was probably staring at Arthur for the whole time. Then after he very gently nudges the chair (out of love), he CONTINUES to look at Arthur and give him a little corner smile and crinkles his eyes. Was that necessary? Was that really necessary from a film-making perspective or was Tom Hardy being like, alright, clearly this Eames character is feeling something and that’s how I’m going to build him up. Not to mention that the darling part was improvised in the moment. Please let me just stew in my feels that are a decade late to the party.

Anyway, I also wanted to gather my favorite fics in one place where I can hug them. These are organized, in honor of Arthur, in alphabetical order by authors’ names. Then organized by fic size, in ascending order, just because I can and I’m neurotic.

1. delires

- Omerta (1k) – Eames POV, my mobster Arthur dreams are realized. https://archiveofourown.org/works/209288

- Gym Wars (4k) – Arthur POV, in which Eames pretends like he’s not stalking Arthur at the gym. https://archiveofourown.org/works/554437

- Il Faut Nous Pardonner Les Choses (4k) – Arthur POV, discussing French symbolism with a handsome professor. https://archiveofourown.org/works/188872

- I’m With Stupid (5k) – Arthur/Eames POV, some good, clean fun underneath a dusty bedframe with the looming threat of being knifed by a burly Russian. https://archiveofourown.org/works/190077

- A Thrill to Rest My Cheek To (6k) – Arthur POV, the blind date’s going well until it’s not. https://archiveofourown.org/works/190183

- Comfort and Joy (9k) – Eames POV, choosing a Christmas present for Arthur is difficult. https://archiveofourown.org/works/188876

- No One’s Going To Take Me Alive (12k) – Eames POV, Arthur worked with him first. https://archiveofourown.org/works/188406

- Anger Management series (15k): Arthur POV, high school AU where both Arthur and Eames are kicked into anger management class. https://archiveofourown.org/series/7741

- Chav!verse (49k): Arthur POV, Eames is a chav and Arthur doesn’t understand why he keeps coming back for more of it. https://archiveofourown.org/series/8712

2. five_ht

- Not Necessarily the Best Policy (5k): Eames POV, the delightful accidental truth drug fic. https://archiveofourown.org/works/261638

3. gunsandbutter

- and the doors are open (15k): Eames POV, and the just as delightful accidental love potion fic. https://archiveofourown.org/works/187289

4. gyzym

- Domestic!verse (75k): Arthur POV, in which Eames somehow infiltrates his life. https://archiveofourown.org/series/5589

5. Helenish

- Family (3k): Eames POV, Arthur is determined to help Eames embrace his sexual identity. https://archiveofourown.org/works/452042/chapters/775320

- Untitled, redux (3k): Eames POV, Arthur the pretend boyfriend who strategically lounges near either heavy or pointy objects. https://archiveofourown.org/works/171341

- Untitled (4k): Eames/Arthur POV, Eames the pretend boyfriend with mobsters. https://archiveofourown.org/works/171342

- Pants on Fire (15k): Arthur POV, drug-induced amnesia – Oh Yusuf, all you’ve got to do now is to make a sex pollen drug. https://archiveofourown.org/works/177509

- Here is a thing that isn’t happening!verse (26k): Arthur POV, in which Eames is younger and adopted by Arthur and a lot repressed feelings happen. https://archiveofourown.org/series/6326

6. Ifeelbetter

- Give Me the Number (if you can find it) (5k): Arthur/Eames POV, modern technology brings them together. https://archiveofourown.org/works/485417

7. Joosetta

- Good Day Bad Day (<1k): Ariadne POV, a study on Arthur in his natural habitat. https://archiveofourown.org/works/171676

- Rag and Bones, Sympathy (3k): Set after Uncertainty. Arthur/Eames POV, retreating to lick their wounds. https://archiveofourown.org/works/332906

- Rubber vs. Glue (4k): Arthur POV, pissing each other off out of love. https://archiveofourown.org/works/332944

- Renovations!verse (13k): Arthur POV, Eames is renovating a place in Paris just for fun. Maybe for love. https://archiveofourown.org/series/6969

- Uncertainty (33k): Ariadne/Cobb POV, Eames needs rescuing, but this fic is so much more than that. Ariadne grapples with morality in corporate espionage dreamwork; Cobb balances fatherhood with a criminal background he’s still feeling the repercussions of; Arthur is a bundle of nerves and worry, but cool as a cucumber all the same. My favorite of favorites. https://joosetta.livejournal.com/530838.html

8. orphan_account

- we’re the heirs to the glimmering world (1k): Arthur POV, they run into Eames’ mother in London. https://archiveofourown.org/works/124515

9. Resonant

- Breaking and Entering (9k): Eames POV, Eames wants to be the better person here, to not break Arthur’s heart, but he’s an idiot. https://archiveofourown.org/works/225612

10. Thehoyden

- Waiting On (2k): Diner AU, Arthur POV, witty banter, morning coffee, and workaholic Arthur. https://archiveofourown.org/works/109132

- Jamais Vu (7k): Arthur POV, everyone thought Yusuf made a drug but actually it was just Arthur’s feelings all along. https://archiveofourown.org/works/112706

11. the_ragnarok

- Allowed (6k): Arthur POV, asexual Eames. https://archiveofourown.org/works/166992

12. weatherfront

- All Manner of Wolves (4k): Arthur POV, I’m cackling. A subway. https://tornadobelt.livejournal.com/6655.html

- It’s Automatic (5k): Eames POV, young romance in corporate espionage. https://archiveofourown.org/works/364949

13. whiskyrunner

- Rough Trade (23k): Arthur POV, i-banker and very repressed Arthur goes through some hard times. https://archiveofourown.org/works/384157

- Broken Toy!verse (74k): Arthur/Eames POV, Eames arguably goes through some even harder times. https://archiveofourown.org/series/16988

14. witling

- A Sultry Side (2k): Eames POV, a job completed, a humid night, good company, and an even better view. https://archiveofourown.org/works/812847

- Delayed Reaction (6k): Eames POV, a witness to Arthur’s small domestic life coming apart. https://archiveofourown.org/works/702650

- The IT Crowd (12k): Arthur POV, Eames is infuriatedly oily, technologically incompetent, and Arthur loves it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/518582

- Release Mechanism (13k): Eames POV, saving Arthur. https://archiveofourown.org/works/513298

- The Third Time (14k): Arthur POV, action and repression. I just really like repressed Arthur okay. Don’t judge me. https://archiveofourown.org/works/200726

- Patron Saint (16k): Arthur POV, lots of action, build-up, and Arthur figuring out what he wants. https://archiveofourown.org/works/338404

- Our Man in Africa (20k): Eames POV, all he wants is to be let into Arthur’s life and what he gets is severe rug burn and death threats. https://archiveofourown.org/works/1924179

- Toxic (22k): Eames POV, he’s there when Arthur is tripping balls in withdrawal. https://archiveofourown.org/works/692018

- The Only Living Boy in New York (47k): Eames POV, Arthur and Eames take over limbo. https://archiveofourown.org/works/929656

Whew. Thank you and good day.

#inception #arthur/eames

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bookshop · 7 years

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Fanfic Ask meme

Haha, no one tagged me on this but i’m doing it anyway. MEME ANARCHY.

What are you reading right now?

Hey, hey, I am reading all of the following for @katiewont‘s allfandom reading challenge! :D

I chose to do the middle vertical bingo, so my fics are as follows:

Jewelry: Christmas Miracles by wanderinglilly. Miraculous Ladybug, Chat Noir/Marinette, fluffy gift-fic.

Fever Dream: The one and only, Cosmic Sandwich by Tabi <3, an Inception Arthur/Eames fanfic where Arthur gets hopped up on dream chemicals and has the best fever dream ever <3

Aristocracy AU: Before Destruction by renaissance, a Game of Thrones Jaime/Brienne Regency AU, deliciously slow burn, i love it

X Made them do it: Mostly Ceremonial by Sixthlight, a Rivers of London Peter/Nightingale fairies make them do it / marriage of convenience fic

Stubble: Imago by emungere. Hannibal, Hannigram, from this prompt: Imagine Hannibal Lecter shaving Will’s stubble with an old school straight razor. HOT.

And bingo!

What kind of fics do you like? All kinds except for (just about) anything involving kids and babies. oh, or high school AUs for some reason.

What gets your goat about fanfics? 1) Female characters as shallow matchmaking sidekicks with no lives or characterizations outside of their role as a reflection of how perfect the OTP is for one another. 2) Main characters with no interior lives who just exist to banter with each other and fuck and that’s it. 3) Seeing deep and fertile canons with little fanfic exploring them!

Favourite dumb tropes? Hatesex--> love, fake dating, fuck or die, soulmate/physical bonds, truth serums/love potions, regency AUs, princes/paupers, dubcon-->love, SHOP AROUND THE CORNER / SECRET CORRESPONDENTS/CHATROOM ANONYMITY TROPE FOREVER AND EVER, gay serial killerssssss

Who do you wish there was more fanfic about? ME. I’M AWESOME WRITE MORE FIC ABOUT ME. also my girls Tracy Lord from the Philadelphia Story and her 19th-century counterpart Emma Woodhouse, who deserve all the fanfic about them. I would KILL for more serious complicated quality Alex/Strand Black Tapes fanfic, my god, and my beloved Mosca Mye from Frances Hardinge’s incredible Fly By Night series needs so much more love from fandom. Also, the Devil Wears Prada fandom can always churn out some more Mirandy just for me.

Write fanfic? QUICK! Pimp something you wrote right here! Um! Love is Pure Gold and Time a Thief! It’s an Inception military backstory AU where Eames pulls a con that leaves Arthur pissed at him for YEARS. It contains gorgeous fanart and recently got more gorgeous fanart!

Pimp something someone else wrote! Hygge! EGT’s lovely sweet complex and adorable addition to our Shenanigans verse! <3

What are you writing now? I’m writing a scene from our next co-writing project! But in fanfiction terms I’m trying to map out the last bit of Ship Your Enemies Glitter (and Gold). Sorry it’s taken so long, guys. <3

tl;dr: please rec me things! YES, PLEASE REC ME ALL THE THINGS! Also, for anyone who missed it, I posted a giant recs thread on Twitter which eventually got cut off after rec #200 because Twitter stopped expanding the rest of the thread :( I’m trying to figure out the best way to continue it so the continuity will be intact without having to, like, storify the entire thread by hand or something. If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know!

<33333 yay fanfics.

#long post #o hai tumblr #recs #memes

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lexpistachio · 7 years

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just jackparse - a ficrec

for my sister who requested this rec 82 years ago. special thanks for those who painstakingly linked me new fics in my askbox. you’re the real mvp!

some things first:

divided into AU, pre-canon, canon/canon divergence, and future

word length categorized as

short fic = less than 10,000 words medium = 10,000 - 20,000 words long = 20,000 - 60,000 words novel length = 60,000 - 100,000 words

format as follows:

title - author | rating | length | various tags | gratutious commentary by me

summary

just ctrl+f if you wanna find by rating (e.g search for: long) or other tags (eg. smut, humor, au)

★ are personal faves

some liberty was taken in rating fics that are not rated

might update in the future; if i missed something, i’ll be happy to read your rec!

Kent pressed his fingers into his eyes until his vision swam for reasons other than the salty tears welling up in them. “Are you seriously asking me to fly across the goddamn country to hold your hand while you cut me out of your life?” me: you know what this fandom needs? me: an eternal sunshine au me: only without the happy ending

I’ve Been Closing My Eyes by perfectpro ★ - teen | long | inception au | angst | you don't understand how much love i have for this fic. SO MUCH LVOE

Jack Zimmermann? You worked with him and Kent Parson together? What happened?” Bitty asks before he can help himself.

Everyone’s heard the stories. Parse and Zimms, taking the world of dream share by storm, trained by Dominic Cobb himself. Ten years later, no one’s heard from either in two years.

Shrugging his shoulders, Shitty tries to think of how to phrase it. “No one comes out of Limbo the same.”

Kent knew about superstitions before he made it to hockey. He knew about black cats and broken mirrors. About stepping on cracks and throwing pinches of salt over his shoulder. Kent knew about magic before he found hockey.

Jack hums and smiles, but otherwise doesn’t respond. They sit in silence, and he bites his tongue to keep from saying anything. There is no sense disrupting this fragile peace that they have.

Here is the deal he has made with himself: Jack is forbidden, until after the curse of the seventeenth summer. Kent does not want to do anything to let the gods know how they could hurt him the worst.

why do we fall? by sparklyslug - teen | short | touch telepath! jack au | epikegster | angst

“Didja miss me?” Kent had asked / looking strong/ look good/ looking happy/I could stand here all night and all day and just look at you/ and Jack’s control had crumbled, jerked him out of step with time and out into the swirling minds of the college kids filling their house, his consciousness sent running by the brightness in his own chest.

Corporal Kenny,” Jack huffed into Kent’s ear. The arms around his waist tightened.

“Captain Jack,” Kent teased right back. “You outrank me, Zimms.”

The Daily Grind by JaneJHills - mature | long | abandoned wip | the coffeeshop au that was foretold

It’s not that Jack wasn’t into relationships; it’s just that Jack wasn’t a relationships kind of guy.

maybe i’m falling for you by madameofmusic - teen | short | coffeeshop au | this is really cute <3 i too lament the lack of more cutesy coffeeshop aus from this ship. this one’s great tho

Jack’s normal coffee shop relocates, and he’s forced to start buying from the cat-themed coffee shop down the street, Catppuccino. It’s cheesy as hell, but the coffee’s good, and the "purrista” better. Jack doesn’t miss the old shop.

“Shush,” Kent says. “What have you got that says, like, thanks for not judging me when I get wasted on Moscato and pass out on your couch, and also sorry about that? Hypothetically.”

“Hypothetically,” says the florist, lips quirking, “I’d recommend either white tulips or blue hyacinths.”

Even the plainest of the plain shall deign to reign (and boy, you're reigning over me) by exbex - gen | short | high school au | chubby!jack | kent pining over shy jack is cute, yes

Lardo looks at Kent with the most knowing look he’s ever seen aside from his own mother’s. “Kent,” she finally replies, “I like you Bro. So I’m going to give you the following information. Information, which, I assure you, is publicly available. Jack, who transferred in weeks ago, Oh Unobservant One, knows me through GSA. Jack is not straight. Jack likes hockey, among other things. And that is all the emotional labor that I am doing for free.”

Shitty found Kent on the porch. “Saw your girl here,” he said. “Can’t believe you actually got her to come to a party.”

“She’s not my girl,” said Kent, trying not to blush.

“She should be,” Shitty said, smiling and leaning against the railing. “Blind man could see the way you look at her, and you’re the only person she likes at school.”

Twenty Feet Back by floatingstark - mature | short | wip | daddy!jack au as in literally-a-dad-jack

Kent is aware this is a little odd; he’s standing behind some trees on the other side of the park, pretending to stretch but actually just high-key spying on a hot dad and his kid.

i'll be your platinum by achilleees ★ - explicit | medium | sugar daddy!jack au | daddy kink | angst and fluff | this is the one daddy kink fic that made me swoon, it's the banter and the way they fall for each other slowly that takes my breath away | sorta sequels here and here | better yet, read all the entire unrelated daddykink series she wrote

Wicks took a deep breath, then let out in a rush, “So I’ve been catfishing this dude online with your pictures so he’ll buy me free stuff, only now he wants to meet in person to hand off the suit jacket I need for Ginger’s wedding tomorrow, so I need you to meet him outside the Burberry at the Copley mall tonight to pick it up for me.”

Kent couldn’t speak for a minute, because he was laughing too hard.

here in the present tense by achilleees ★ - teen | short | soulmate au | bodyswap |

Jack isn’t really sure what he was expecting when he went to sleep on August 2.

Kind of. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to admit that he genuinely thought he’d wake up in Georgia, in those checker-patterned, sunlight-limned sheets. That he’d go downstairs and hear Suzanne Bittle bustling around in the kitchen, and greet her wearing her son’s socks and his pajamas and his sweet, bashful blush.

Dynamite Boy by TomatoBird - gen | short | wreck it ralph au | glitch!jack | the concept is genius, i’d gladly read 50k more words of this

In which Jack is simultaneously a glitch, a child of champions, and an aspiring player in Hero’s Duty, and Kent is just someone he happens to meet along the way.

“You don’t have to trust me,” Kent said, “you just have to let me do this.”

Jack has spent many years away from his father's court. Now he must return to wed Kent Parson at last, with all those years and hurts between them. It's not pretty.

the light of all lights by decinq - mature | short | vampires au | look, it's not endgame and has open-ended j/b ugh but i feel like every ficrec should have at least one vampire au

Jack says, “Would you rather be able to fly or have super speed.”

The corners of Kent’s mouth tug into a small smile, and he says, “Compared to you, I do have super speed.”

Jack elbows him, hard. Jack asks, “What about being able to see the future?”

Kent thinks, they’ll end the movie here.

The story, of course, goes on.

rentboy jack and his nhl star boyfriend series by achilleees - rentboy!jack | prostitution au |

so put it on me - explicit | short | pining | smut

It will be a cold day in hell before Kent has the fortitude to say no to that pout.

“Ugh,” he says. “It’s just a dumb fantasy, man, it doesn’t matter.”

Jack cocks his head at him. “I am in the business of fulfilling fantasies,” he says. or, eloquently summed up by a friend: "Ugh poor Kent is so in love"

all the hearts they're messing with - teen | short | angst and fluff | trade |

As soon as Kent gets home, he pulls out a pad of paper and a pen and makes a list of his options.

1. Tell Jack you got traded. Get dumped. Cry in your cheerios.2. Hide from Jack that you were traded. Buy out (?) the Vegas media so they don’t cover the story. Bribe NHL.com Break Jack’s laptop so he can’t read NHL.com anymore. Fly back on off-days (?). Have plan fall through because plan is dumb. Get dumped. Cry in cheerios.

“Are you mad at me?” Kent says.

Jack meets his eyes in the mirror, gaze stormy.

“I’m just trying to get along with your parents,” says Kent. “I thought that’s why you brought me here.”

Second Chance by bittlebunny - mature | short | blind date au

“I know, I’m sorry.” Jack repeats. “It was wrong. I just didn’t know what to do, I don’t usually do that type of thing.”

“You should more often. You know you could probably get laid every night if you wanted to?”

Jack blushes and looks down into his black coffee, not quite agreeing with that sentiment.

This is a 16-fic series that centers around Jack and Kent and their history and their future. It follows canon, with one major difference; Bitty decided not to go to Samwell. Each fic is named after and based around a song on the Deluxe version of Troye Sivan’s album Blue Neighborhood. The first two fics are chronological, because they’re in the fic’s current time (2018) in the frame of the story. Most of the fics in the series are told through flashbacks and time jumps, though, and the stories switch back and forth between Jack and Kent’s perspectives.

pre-canon

meet you in the middle by madameofmusic - teen | short | pre-slash

Kent meets Jack Zimmermann for the first time.

A lot of things can happen if a cat is set loose in an ice rink; Kent never thought this would be one of them.

Or: “I may have brought my pet to the rink by accident and it may have escaped you have to help me.” AU

it’s too close for comfort by achilleees - teen | short | pre-slash | cats

“Go suck your own dick,” Parse grumbled. “I’ma find the cat.” Both pairs of shoes wandered away, and Jack was almost relieved until suddenly, without warning, the high tops came back and light flooded his sanctuary as someone crouched and lifted the hem of the tablecloth.

“Hey, you,” Parse said to either Jack or the cat, he couldn’t tell.

the bluest things on earth by blazeofglory - gen | short | drabble | pre-slash

Kent Parson isn't gay, he isn't, but there's... There's something about Jack Zimmermann.

Even though they're linemates, Jack doesn't know Kent all that well. He certainly doesn't expect the American to come look after him when he's unwell on their first roadie.

Count on It by bienenalster - gen | short | pre-slash | codependency | world juniors

Specifically, in which Jack and Kent fail at playing against each other.

Generally, in which Jack and Kent fail at being reasonable human beings. Or, the lighter side of codependency.

Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by bienenalster, Pax - teen | short | pre-slash maybe | mutual enabling

Jack can appreciate a good game of beer pong in someone's basement, especially when Parse is on his team, one arm around his shoulder as he tries to get Jack to miss his shot.

(Jack never really understood how Parse can just turn it off like that. If you want to win on the ice, then you should want to win all the time. Even at stupid things, like beer pong.)

(Jack has never considered the possibility that beer pong might not be the only game Parse is playing.)

but then his hands roamed by defcontwo - teen | short | first kiss

Jack’s hand pressed into the small of Parse’s back during team meetings, where no one else can see, and Parse toppling into Jack’s lap whenever he gets drunk enough that no one will blink twice at it.

A game of chicken, or a game of chance. Jack doesn’t know which one it’s going to be just yet.

you're neck and neck or cheek to cheek by punkpadfoot - teen | short | first kiss | i'm in love with the author's style of writing, and i love the tentativeness in this fic--they're shy and hesitant; their dilemma feels true

Kent’s always been fairly affectionate, but this thing with Jack is something else entirely.

the spark in your eyes, the look on your face by oscarmild - teen | short | drabble

Jack knows that Kent is his friend- his best friend, even. But lately, it’s been starting to feel like more than just friends.

Insults for Your Lovers by SummerFrost - teen | short | inter-class | social class difference | friends to lovers

Things Jack has: Brand new yellow sneakers, an expensive truck, Kent Parson.

Things Kent has: Converse with holes in them, riding shotgun, Jack Zimmermann.

Count on It by bienenalster - gen | short | preslash | codependency | world juniors

Specifically, in which Jack and Kent fail at playing against each other.

Generally, in which Jack and Kent fail at being reasonable human beings. Or, the lighter side of codependency.

What's Better Than This? Just Guys Bein' Dudes by Bittyybee (sunlight) - mature | short | massages | first kiss | ust

Kent's shoulders hurt. Jack gives good massages.

Kent spends the beginning of his summer with hockey prodigy/best friend Jack Zimmermann because they're young and they can and Kent likes getting free things.

"I know how you get all psycho near a game, don't worry. Just uh- maybe find a healthy way to release that frustration." Kate suggested as she turned and winked at Jacq. "Y'know what I mean?"

"Not hockey?" Jacq asked confused.

"Not hockey." Kate repeated, meeting Jacqs eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

its pimms cis swap smut!! enjoy!!

A Quiet Kind of Intimacy by alpha_exodus - explicit | short | first time | smut | photography

Jack doesn't really care about having a roommate on this roadie - that is, until he heads to his room and finds out his roommate is Kent Parson.

touches my foolish heart by foxfireflamequeen - explicit | short | first time | pwp

“That,” says Kent. “Was the most uncool moment of my life.”

Jack’s still laughing, the fucker.

First by omgericzimmermann - gen | short | first times | drabble | fluff and angst

They were just kids.

They were so young that everything was a first.

tear at the seams by defcontwo - mature | short | drabble | angsty smut

This is what Jack lives for: The second he touches down on the ice, his mind clears. For sixty minutes, he is nothing but a blank slate, a white board that fills itself up with plays and tactics, a steady hand on the stick and a heart that beats for nothing else.

So he sits next to Jack on roadies, bumping their shoulders together amicably as Jack chews on his lip and stares out the window at the passing scenery. He leans into every casual touch - Jack’s gloved hand on his back, their skates knocking together on the bench. Seeks him out on the ice, feeling a thrill when their passes connect effortlessly; slams him into the boards after game-winning goals, their teammates piling up around them but it’s Kent’s fist clutching the back of Jack’s jersey, Kent’s voice yelling in Jack’s ear.

If Jack notices, he doesn’t say anything.

Kent still hopes.

Good Things Ahead by perfectpro - teen | short | fwb

Jack doesn't want to go to a party, but Kent's pretty sure that he can be convinced.

Mutually Assured by Verbyna - teen | short | codependency | has kent/ofc | angst

The smile on Kent’s face is all wrong. He fixes it.

we gaze up at the stars above our heads by alyssakate - teen | short | fluff (mostly)

I don’t know if we’ll ever see each other again, or when we meet our ends, but please just let me hold your hand.

There's thirty-four days of what feels like an endless summer stretched between the Memorial Cup and the NHL draft. Thirty-four days days of each other. Thirty-four days left.

four strong winds by defcontwo - teen | short | fluff with an angsty ending? (a tag that could be patented to this ship that's for sure) | i just love my teenage boys on dates and living in the moment ok

The sales pitch is irrelevant: this moment right here, sitting in the front of Kent’s piece of shit pickup truck, listening to “Party in the USA” on the radio at top volume – that’s all the convincing Jack ever needed.

Or: Kent and Jack, a carnival, and the last gasp of the 34 days.

follow my lead by mardia - explicit | short | the seduction of jack zimmermann | kent here is wily but his conviction is compelling | podfic available

Kent likes to have his fun, likes to mess with people, but there's something about messing with Jack that's just so deeply satisfying for him. He can poke and poke and he'll get a reaction every single time. No matter what, no matter how blatant Kent gets or how he pushes it, he'll get that same wide-eyed disbelieving stare, that same red blush staining Jack's cheeks.

New things by robokittens - explicit | short | smut | pwp

"Jack," Kent mumbles into Jack's neck. "I wanna try something."

wax/wane - explicit | short | angst | smut

Things will come full circle for Kent – he's sure of it.

party pieces by familiar - explicit | short | smut | pwp | painplay

From the early 2008 so-bad-it's-good sex idea vault: "It’s just him and Kent and the really stupid idea that was beating his ass raw with a hockey stick." Gotta hit it with something, you know?

search the world for something else by somehowunbroken - mature | short | second person POV | angst | au

Your name is Jack Zimmermann, and you were born into hockey.

Ode to Joy by coyotesuspect - mature | short | drunk sex

December 31st, 2008. Parse has a good feeling about the new year.

mess you made by schwule - mature | short | angst

Jack’s life hasn’t been very exciting, despite what people may think. Kent might just be the most thrilling thing that’s ever happened to him.

only time is ours by thistidalwave - mature | short | angst

Jack always feels like he’s running. Running to catch up. Running to get ahead. Lungs burning. Legs about to give out. Falling behind, behind, behind. Coming in dead last, even when he hits the finish line before anyone else.

Leaving Me Stranded by mardia - explicit | short

Jack’s dad and Kent really get along great. Which isn’t a surprise, they’re basically the same sort of person--outgoing, funny, always ready with a story or joke--so when Kent comes out to dinner with Jack and his family, it’s basically those two monopolizing the conversation for the entire meal.

an empty room by quietest_one - explicit | short | smut | established relationship

The Combine is a mad rush of a long weekend, painfully sober, gloriously exhausting. Kent is on the road to reaching his dreams, and he's taking Jack along for the ride. (Or, two boys exchange handjobs around the back of a gym. Whichever you prefer.)

the heart is a risky fuel to burn by idrilka - mature | fluff and angst | established relationship

Montreal in summer is hot as hell, the heat sticky and clinging to the skin. (There were the thirty-four days in the summer of 2009, between winning the Memorial Cup and the NHL Entry Draft in Montreal, where things were perfect. This is one of those days.)

let me feel i'm falling safely to the ground by natscribbles - mature | short

Kent doesn't know which what ifs are more dangerous, can't tell which ones hurt the most.

I Love You, He Thinks by blithelybonny - teen | short

It's the night before the draft, and Kent knows that this is probably the end.

my versailles at night by thistidalwave - teen | short | au | first kiss

But now—now it’s the quiet of the early morning, they just won the Memorial Cup, and Jack doesn’t want to let this moment pass him by.

where we went by speedboat - mature | short | dysfunctional relationship

Once in the car, Kent does three things: he googles "valium+vodka"; he shakes Jack awake; and he takes a napkin and wipes the tears away from Jack's face.

or: Parse was the one who found Jack during his overdose.

or: In Defense of Kent Parson.

34 days by thistidalwave - explicit | short | fluff and angst

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?

it's the stars that score by perfectpro - mature | medium | angst

It’s a week until the NHL draft. A week until he stops competing with Kent and starts competing against him. A week until he finds out if his dad’s name carries more weight than Kent’s skill does, and Jack sometimes has a hard time breathing when he starts thinking about it.

It’s why he tries not to think about it.

Three Words, Repeated by Freudianity - explicit | short | fluff with an angsty ending

5+1 Five times Jack told Kent he loved him, and one time he didn't.

to you he is a room by punkpadfoot - teen | short | angst | kent pov to the story followed by the next in this list

He’s happy now—the weather is warm and the grass is soft and there’s still a pleasant buzz in his head. Jack is close enough to touch. Right now, summer’s end feels distant, less of a looming presence and more of an exit they’ve yet to reach.

to them he is a mirror by misandrywitch - teen | short | angst | jack pov to the story which precedes this in this list

All Jack knows is that after this summer, everything is going to be different.

larger than life by Verbyna - teen | short | also helpfully tagged as: the making of Kent "Victory" Parson“

Everything feels like the end of the world when it happens. No one can see the future, so it’s hard to believe it exists.”

Kent’s dad wasn’t always right, but he was right about that.

if you are looking for the demons that play well with your own by storiesfromtheden - gen | short | angst

Kent spent years counting the things that were not right.

Like A Missing Limb series by thatallone - teen | short | angst | suicide attempt

Without You

Prompt: "You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

[delete]

Kent typed out a lot of texts to Jack in the summer of 2009. He never worked up the nerve to send any of them.

physical or otherwise by jedusaur (podfic - audio only) - explicit | audio length: 3:33 mins | this is short and packs quite a punch; please give it a listen!

"Listen to me, Jack. I am not going first in the draft because of your shitty impulse control."

city without seasons by thepalebluedot - teen | short | angst

It’s hard to measure time in a city you don’t believe in.

Kent after the draft.

Countdown by SummerFrost - mature | short | drabble | angst

Kent Parson spends three years of birthdays asking for Jack Zimmermann. Jack gives what he can; sometimes it's enough.

what might have been lost - mature | short | angst | ransom and holster reads fic au | 5+ 1

five times jack and kent loved each other (and one time they couldn't)

So if you don't mind, I'll walk that line by alyssakate - teen | short | au |

Kent and Jack play each other at World Juniors in 2008 and then again in 2009.

A story about winning, losing and coming to terms with what really matters.

no sign of land by perichareia - gen | short | unrequited love | angst | 2nd Person POV

i love him.

you’re seventeen years old and the words echo in your head like the aftershock of a heavy check into the glass. for a long moment, your world stops.

dodging bullets with your broken heart by perfectpro - gen | short | angst | mostly jack-centric, but i feel like it's in-character with how jack compartmentalizes his life, which explains a lot about the tension with Kent refusing to be boxed and be forgotten

Kent belongs back in Juniors. Kent belongs at Rimouski, and on the bus traveling to roadies, and on the ice with Oceanic. Kent does not belong on the front porch of the Haus.

Five scenes between Ashley Parson and her brilliant, miserable, wonderful big brother. Or: Kent Parson, growing up.

Role Models by MisconductandMimosas - gen | medium | au | read the rest of the series here

Jack and Kent both missed the draft, albeit for completely different reasons

-or-

“For your ThrowBack Thursday of the week, we sat down with two of the NHL’s finest, Trotsy of the Aces and McLeed of the Rangers to talk their record-breaking Memorial Cup win as well as former juniors star and Zimmermann liney- Kent-“ Holster looked at the magazine article and blinked- “Parson,” he said at a lower volume. “Kent Parson? I forgot about that guy. How did they even find him?”

history begins to be blue and brown eyes by decinq - teen | short | angsty ending, with j/b

There are articles upon articles about their on-ice chemistry, the way they move around each other like the well-oiled grooves of an impeccable machine.

welcome to the second reel by idrilka - teen | short | angst

They win at home. It goes all the way to game six, and then they win in their own home arena after it goes to double overtime, and Kent gets to lift thirty-four pounds of silver into the air.

(In the aftermath of the Aces' first Stanley Cup Championship title, Kent goes to Samwell on his Cup day.)

This is What Happy Looks Like by VerityR ★ - teen | short | angst | i just like the author’s writing of it

It’s been years. Six of them. Kent Parson is not still in love with Jack Zimmermann. But it’s not like he’s in love with anybody else. So when, in his dreams, he stumbles upon something approaching happiness, maybe the figure is vaguely Jack-shaped. Jack-adjacent. But that’s not the same thing as love.

canon/canon divergent

past the last exit by misandrywitch ★ - teen | medium | the prose on this one blows me away

Jack wonders when Kent started asking so many questions that he doesn't have the answers to. It felt so much easier when neither of them asked any at all.

Shut the God Damn Door by jedusaur - mature | short | au | angst maybe? short but poignant

What if Jack went first overall, as planned, and took his addiction with him to Vegas?

"Leave, Parse," Jack says. Again.

Or: Kent finds himself stuck in a time loop.

i thought of you and where you'd gone by runphoebe - mature | short | angst with a hopeful ending | has k/omc | love the fics like this that don't view jack with rose colored glasses

When Kent’s name gets called first, he smiles, and when he slips the jersey over his head, he smiles, and when he realizes he’s going to be in Vegas, Las fucking Vegas, he smiles so hard his cheeks ache. Just because Jack’s a huge fucking fuck up who can’t handle being number one doesn’t mean Kent’s going to cry about it.

In which Kent doesn't even bother trying to get over Jack because he knows it's a huge waste of his time.

you're writing your tragedy by forochel - teen | short | angst | podfic available Year 2, Comic 9, Parse - Part III, from Kent's perspective. | epikegster

I basically took 'Kent "Baby One More Time" Parson' and ran with it.

you're familiar like my mirror years ago by nighimpossible - explicit | short | accidental voyeurism | epikegster

Kent and Jack get reacquainted at the Epikegster.

Alternatively: Bitty hears something he shouldn't have.

New Start by SalazarTipton - teen | short | morning after | fluff | post-epikegster

The morning after falling into bed together during Epikegster, Jack wakes up in Kent’s arms.

To Hell With Why by angelsaves - explicit | short | j/p/omc threesome | smut | my alternative excerpt/summary: id have a 3some w/u, Parse texts him after a while. Thanks, Jack replies

Jack has been over Parse for ages. (At least, that's what he tells himself.) In which there is bad-idea sex, accidental voyeurism, an invitation (or two) to a threesome, an actual threesome, and 0% "being over each other" by volume.

the epikegster remix series by defcontwo

you can take this heart - teen | short | epikegster | reconciliation

"So, what the hell was that, then?"

Or: a way that Epikegster could have gone differently.

and don't let go - teen | short | post-epikegster | fluff

"Did you miss me at all?"

Or: what happens when a pair of dumbasses use their words a little better.

down the backs of tabletops by defcontwo - teen | short | has mentions of k/omc and past j/b

Breakups are a kind of private war, Jack guesses.

varied my velocities by punkpadfoot ★ - teen | short | tentative friendship | tears were shed in the reading of this fic

This should feel like a victory. This shouldn't feel like tiptoeing around broken glass.

This Time (I'm Telling You, I'm Telling You) by sparklyslug - mature | short | angst | established relationship

He and Zimms, they’re pretty good at breakups, historically. They’re pretty good at what comes after the breakup, anyway.

fated to pretend by nighimpossible - teen | short | humor | only j/p if you squint but it's goddamn hilarious with a side of ransom and holster

5 Jack/Kent fics that Ransom and Holster dramatically reenact for the Haus + the truth.

Not Quite Too Late by loveandallthat - explicit | short | au | reconciliation | ahhhh this is nice

Jack accidentally confesses on live television that he had a young love that ended badly. It’s possible that this isn’t quite as bad as he thinks it is.

Seven-Year Itch by Idday ★ - teen | medium | fake/pretend relationship | married au | angst with a happy ending

“I’m sorry,” Georgia says slowly, like she thinks she misheard him. “You said you’re… married?”

Amanda raises her eyebrows and taps something onto her keyboard. “That’s good to know, Mr. Zimmermann, but I’m sure you know that many of our players are married.”

“Right, but this is… different.” Jack says.

“Jack,” Georgia says, “Why did you never mention this before? Do I know your wife?”

“I’m sure you do,” Jack says carefully, “Only… it’s not a wife. It’s Kent Parson.” ... (So what if they’re not pretending to be married. They’re still pretending to be happily married.)

the nearer your destination by achilleees - teen | short | angst | open-ended

“Parse fought Averin because he was talking shit about you,” Max said bluntly. “And you being here is not going to put him in a better emotional state.”

neutral zone stickhandling by achilleees - explicit | short | injury recovery | humor (hallelujiah)

The splint around Kent’s leg is a feat of engineering, a hulking behemoth of black plastic and Velcro, but the crutches are sleek and slim. an alternate take on the March of Jack’s senior year.

Push/Pull by thistidalwave, Verbyna - teen | short | soul bond au | break up | I’m gonna miss him for the rest of my life" stayed with me | why do all the soulbond fics in this pairing all end tragically? Who holds the stars up in the sky? Is true love just once in a lifetime?

He looks at Kent and feels nothing, if nothing feels like a shattered rib cage, all the protection around his heart gone. Kent is right in front of him, his hair falling into his face and his hands clenched in the sheets, but if Jack closes his eyes, Kent could be anywhere.

(or, Jack and Kent can’t keep their bond if they both want to play in the NHL.)

bang the doldrums by Verbyna - explicit | short | has j/b | au but almost canon in my head how jack aggressively minimizes kent's importance in his pre-samwell years lol

Kent Parson is not Jack's friend. He’s a fucking fever.

Maybe Jack's not the only one who's scared.

Kent and Jack come out together. Not together together, though, no matter how much Kent wishes that were true.

Alternately titled: "the jackparse get back together fic."

Kent Parson has well over ninety-nine problems. He has a chronic potty mouth, a sneaking suspicion he may be an actual idiot, a narcissistically-named cat with gas issues, too many sisters... the list goes on.

Kent Parson has more than ninety-nine problems and Jack Zimmermann — freshly, resentfully and recently traded to the Las Vegas Aces — is definitely one of them.

you know i held on too much by unveils - explicit | short | fluff | smut | yay all the way for happy smut

It takes a minute for the pieces to work together in Jack’s brain, but when he catches Kent’s Britney phone case out of the corner of his eye, heat blooms in his chest to match the spread of red across his cheeks, embarrassment and something else entirely. He doesn’t duck his head, but it’s a near thing, under Kent’s crooked grin. “Really? You think now is a good time to be taking pictures?”

Two swipes and a press of Kent’s thumb has his camera app sliding open to the picture he took. Jack cranes his neck to see, but Kent presses the phone into his hand, slides his hands around Jack’s neck. “Dude, yeah. You make me look good, Zimms.” -- or: the one where jack and kent have fun with camera phones!

my honey i know by achilleees - teen | short | possessiveness | jealousy | reconciliation

After that, it happened more often than he would ever have wanted to admit. It was almost too easy; girls were always after Kent, but Kent spent too much of his time looking at Jack to notice.

For example, Kent texted him from chemistry one day. Hey lara and aly wanted 2 know if we wanted 2 go thrifting w them after school 2day. No, was all Jack texted back.

Kk, Kent replied, and they didn’t go thrifting with Lara and Aly after school that day.

we could be made for this by stereosymbiosis - explicit | short | pwp

Kent lifts his head and peers up at Jack. “Hey, Zimms, what kind of soap do you use?”

“I’m not sure this is entirely relevant, Parse,” Jack breathes out. Kent looks at the expanse of skin stretched before him, Jack’s muscles taut and twitching, the fucking perfect rise of Jack’s ass, Jack’s legs spread just so and his knees pressed into the mattress for leverage, and yeah. That can probably wait.

Jersey Memories by SalazarTipton - teen | short | reminiscing | hopeful ending

When Jack goes home to Montreal for break and just wants to get his assignments finished, but his parents keep giving him chores. When his mom sends him to look through his old jerseys, he gets lost in some old memories.

take me back to when we started by madameofmusic - teen | short | reminiscing | reconciliation

Kent gets a package in the mail from Jack six months after Jack signs with the Falconers.

They’re never going to be the same carefree best friends that they once were, and Kent’s getting around to accepting that. Things are good, now, but they’re not the same, and that’s okay. He’s getting used to it.

They’re better than they’ve been in years, and that’s really all that he can hope for, but sometimes Kent remembers all the texts he sent at 2 am and all the responses he never got.

Better the Second Time by loveandallthat - teen | short | au | reconciliation

He gets Jack’s text, “you don’t have to,” thirty seconds before he gets a direct email from Jack’s agent.

Of course he has to.

Or, Jack has a public event before he goes into the NHL, and Jack’s agent insists that it won’t be good publicity unless Kent is also there.

the heaviest of burdens by thekissofbees - mature | short | angsty pining

Kent sleeps with his phone resting on his pillow, the volume cranked up as high as it will go and the vibrate on. He’s stretched the cord of the charger out so that it will reach his bed, and the coating of the wire is beginning to fray and peel off at the top.

(Or: Kent waits for Jack to call.)

Like Slow Motion by apatientwolf - teen | short | reminiscing | angsty pining

//There in the bathroom I try not to fall apart and the sinking feeling starts as I say hopelessly "he said he'd be here"// OR Taylor Swift's discography is the soundtrack of Kent Parson's life.

The one where it's July 4th 2015 in upstate New York.

Getting Some Rest by SalazarTipton - gen | short | established relationship | fluff

There’s a box under Jack’s desk. When he works on a paper, he’ll kick his feet up on it. Everybody that comes in doesn’t notice it. If they did, it just looks like some miscellaneous box of whatever. Nothing special. They wouldn’t think anything of it. No one knows that battered, footprint covered cardboard box is Jack’s lifeline. On his hardest days and in the surreal, dark hours when his insomnia hits, he opens it up and is able to breathe.

Kent likes the difference between their bodies. He likes being shorter than Jack because he can curl comfortably under the weight of Jack’s arm across his shoulders when they stand next to each other, and he likes that Jack’s body on top of his is enough to hold him down and keep him there if Jack doesn’t want him to move. He likes that Jack has big, strong hands and big, thick fingers.

The Aces get knocked out of the playoffs and Kent Parson is having feelings about it. Jack Zimmermann is having feelings about him.

keep your lights on by ladyalysv - explicit | short | rebound sex | au | unapologetically elf-centric jack

At least with Parse, it's hard to fuck things up more. (2016)

when you were there by defcontwo - mature | short | angsty angst

Jack plays the Aces for the first time, and two things happen at once: Jack, nervous and fumbling all the way through the warm up, right down to puck drop when he catches sight of that familiar blonde hair and something in him just settles, winds up playing the most beautiful hockey of his season to date.

And Kent ignores him completely.

Redux series by Idday ★ - established relationship | domesticity | fluff | au | the thing with future-ish jackparse fluff aus is that their issues (e.g. kent's insecurities, or jack's daddy issues) remain to be dealt with and don't vanish by the virtue of love ipso facto, and that's why they're so goddamn satisfying

Like We Were - teen | short | first times (again) | getting back together | friends to lovers

Jack thinks there should be a word for this, for when you fall in love with the same person a second time.

no one has me (like you do) - teen | short | summers and holidays

“Kenny,” Jack says again. “You went golfing for me. That’s how I know it’s real.”

my heart, it came to life - mature | short | family planning??

“Kenny,” Jack says, and falls into the deck chair where Kent is laying out, absorbed in whatever’s on his phone screen. It could be an email from his agent, or it could be a cat video. It’s hard to tell.

The chair is much too small for two fully grown hockey players, but they make it work. Kent drops his phone, but he’s wearing sunglasses, his face hard to read. Jack pulls them down gently until Kent’s squinting up at him, eyes adjusting to the bright afternoon.

“Do you want kids?” Jack asks him.

something about the way you love me (finally feels like home) - teen | short | pseudo-proposal

He loves Jack likes this and loves that he can make him like this—warm and open and laughing with their friends. It makes him stupidly proud, like he has his own personal Jack Zimmermann. He has to share his boyfriend with the rest of the world, sure, but they only get the hockey robot version. Kent gets this Jack, the real Jack, all to himself.

future

“For one player on the Aces, this game represents the return of youth in another, special way. In just three weeks, Kent Parson, captain of the Las Vegas Aces, will not only be returning to the east coast winter of his childhood, but he will have the rare opportunity of being out on the same pond as his former friend and rival, Jack Zimmermann. The opportunity to play a game outdoors may remind them of their childhood, but from sharing a special bond as young teammates to struggling against each other for victory, this game also shows how much has changed with time.“

Kent texted Jack: “fucking epix”.

Dad Hugs by MisconductandMimosas - gen | short | more kent & bad bob tbh but i’ll take more of this rn | fluff

In the summer of 2019, Kent attends Bob Zimmermann’s private Hockey Hall of Fame Induction party

Because Jack is an addict, and some addicts relapse.

Endgame Jack/Kent. I cannot stress this enough.

In Due Time by loveandallthat - teen | short | reconciliation

Jack’s been in the NHL for several years now. The Falconers rose to glory and fell again, just like the Aces. Jack gets on a plane to Vegas.

Behind Closed Doors by loveandallthat - explicit | short | reconciliation | friends to lovers | getting together

It’s just a tabloid. Nobody’s going to believe it anyway; it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Jack can tell himself any one of these things a thousand times and he’s never going to believe them.

Confirmed: Kent Parson Las Vegas Aces’ First Choice All Along It doesn’t even help that the last line is, “When asked for comment, Kent Parson said, ‘Who even cares anymore?’”

17 Again by daeguarchives - teen | short | friends to lovers | angst

“I can’t believe I actually thought I was in love with you, once.”

17 was a bad time for both of them, they both know that. Except now Kent's kidding himself into thinking he can move on and Jack's kidding himself into thinking he has moved on and for some reason, 17 seems a much better time than now.

new jersey is for lovers series by defcontwo, sparkyplugs ★ | it's soft and sweet and sometimes, that's enough

Ready to Walk a Path That's New - teen | short | curtainfic | fluff

They’ll always have things to apologize to each other for. But these days, they’re trying to focus on what they have to thank each other for.

These days, that’s a much longer list.

There's a place for you and me - mature | short | proposal | fluff

“I don’t know, I just, uh. It wasn’t there. He’s not the kind of guy I could see myself ending up with, I guess.”

Jack laughs, warm and close, the standard pre-chirp Zimmermann coming in at the edges. “And what kind of guy would that be?”

Kent swallows hard, and thinks, You. Fuck me, it’s always going to be you. Or: the slow and steady steps to a happily ever after.

“And my running observation is that Parse can’t take a compliment from you without blowing it off. Could be a coincidence, but no evidence to the contrary since I started paying attention,” Ransom said.

“What?” Jack said, right as Kent walked back in the room.

the river twice by Verbyna - teen | short | addiction relapse | angst | hopeful ending at least

Going to Vegas seemed like the only option.

player judged most valuable by achilleees - teen | short

prompt: future fic, jack’s been in the nhl a few years, ignoring parse when they play the aces. he can’t ignore him the night of the nhl awards, not when he looks this good, not when he fucking thanks jack in his hart acceptance speech.

i really really really really really really like you by achilleees ★ - teen | short | insecurity | established relationship | jack reassuring kent is my forever jam

“Hey,” Jack said. “My parents love you, alright? They have never not loved you. This is going to be fine.”

“Condescension negates cookie privileges,” Kent said, and shut the door in his face.

some nebulous universe called domesticity series by alwaysbuddy ★ - established relationship | fluff | humor

keep your hands on me - explicit | short | sex dream | feminization | dirty talk af

“Not a girl then?”

“It was, yeah,” Jack admits, throat feeling a little tight, “you were the girl.

”in search of our lost time - explicit | short | hurt/comfort | bathtub sex

Jack rests a hand lightly on the porcelain, skimming forward to catch one of Kent’s wrists, where it’s dangling off the edge of the tub. Kent immediately turns his hand over, and wraps two fingers around Jack’s own wrist loosely, tugging in a way that says, why aren’t you in here with me yet, huh?

Maybe I'm Not Too Young to be a Cowboy by bsmog - teen | medium | retirement | injury

Kent is 34 years old. He's won everything there is to win in the world of hockey (just not this year, let's not talk about it, okay?), but ever since an injury took Jack out of hockey altogether, there's something missing on the ice. What the hell is the offseason for if not to find out what that is?

If only anything was ever that easy where Jack Zimmermann was concerned.

Wait So Long by perfectpro - gen | short | fluff | wedding and marriage | domesticity

Let it never be said that Kent Parson doesn’t work for what he wants. Trembling, Kent gets off his knee, but he doesn’t close the ring box. “I don’t want to win another Cup alone. I don’t want to win another Cup without you,” he explains, and it’s a confession if it’s anything. He doesn’t know how to make it not true.

Gordie Meow by madameofmusic - teen | short | fluff | established relationship | humor

Kent’s cats are allergic to Jack. This isn’t even the most ridiculous thing Jack’s had to deal with.

Kent “No Chill” Parson by MisconductandMimosas - gen | short | humor | all-star weekend au | established relationship, if you read this first

“Be on my team for the All-Star game,” Kent said suddenly.

Jack chuckled, “They haven’t even announced next year’s format yet. It could be by division this year. Even if it’s not, they could make us opposing captains.”

#omgcheckplease #kent parson #parsepositive #jackparse #pimms #jack zimmermann #fic rec #omgcp

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There have been several fat boatloads of acoustic guitar players floating across our turntable the past few years. And to be honest, we've dug the majority of them. Seems like there must be a lot of good stuff in the water, or something. Despite this, a preponderance of the players we've enjoyed have definitely been in the American Primitive mode. Lots of swift modal aktion with a folk/blues base, invaded by various foreign agents. Jordan Perry's approach to his guitar is quite different. Although there are some basic völk sonorities in his playing, Mr. Perry's brunt combines these with more avant garde note selections and compositional gambits, as well as a string attack with classical qualities. While there's a gentleness to the melodies at which he eventually arrives, Perry's journey crosses prickly patches of tone clusters, and has a circular logic that defies pop logic. 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Spacemen 3's proceeding set, forty-five minutes of repetitive drone-like guitar riffs, could be seen as the 'Sweet Sister Ray' of '80s Britain. Their signature sound is at once recognizable and disorienting -- pointing as much to the hypnotic minimalism of La Monte Young as to a future shoegaze constituency. On this double LP reissue, Dreamweapon is augmented by studio sessions and rehearsal tapes from 1987 that would lead up to the recording of Spacemen 3's classic Playing With Fire album. 'Spacemen Jam,' featuring Sonic Boom and Jason Pierce on dual guitar, is a side-long mediation on delicate textures and psychedelic effects. Includes download card and new insert with liner notes by Will Carruthers."

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