#IPKP Writes

[kennyvparse]

“I want it back,” Jack said, his tone much rougher than he had meant it to be. “It’s mine. I want it back.” He didn’t care that he sounded like a petulant child.

(Jack/Kent, magical realism, and some other stuff)

If you read it immediately after I posted, I have gone through at this point and made some edits since then!

[zimmboniandbitty]

Holy crap I’ve been gone a long time.

Allow me to reintroduce myself.

I’m Cakes.

Sup.

Here for Kent Parson, first.

VGK 2-10.

Former VGK players I like.

Like 2 Flyers.

So, what did I miss?

[zimmboniandbitty]

Thunder and rain in my Vegas in June?

Please let it last! 

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Before the season starts, a lil bit about me. I guess.

1) Kent Parson will show up on this blog at random times. 

2) My west team is VGK. I’m in Vegas, it’s obvious. Also, I love Reilly Smith.

3) My east team is the Flyers. Don’t ask why, I don’t know where the love started, but it was BG (Before Gritty). Also, Gritty.

4) I also love most former players from VGK’s inaugural year, so they’ll make an appearance on this blog from time to time. 

5) There will also be random players that I just think are neat.

6) Also goalies.

7) Seriously, it’s gonna be a lot of real hockey players and some Kent Parson.

8) If you see me post things I meant to post on my other sideblogs, no you didn’t.

8) I will try my best to not say negative things about teams I don’t like, but I am human and sometimes I can be mean.

9) Let the chaos begin.

10) I guess I should mention this is a sideblog of profoundmisfitdichotomy.

[zimmboniandbitty]

#WiPItGood Take 1

“So, Kent Parson.”

“Yes.”

“Is there anything that scares you about being in Vegas?”

Kent stared at the woman for a moment, trying to think of the best way to answer the question. He looked away when he finally figured it out. “Tumbleweeds.”

“Ex-excuse me?”

“Tumbleweeds. I don’t know why, but I did my research and some of them are like the size of dumpsters or small cars. And I just imagine like… going for a run and then getting taken out by a rogue tumbleweed. And they don’t have breaks like cars do, right? So it’d just take me out, then continue looking for it’s next victim.”

“Oh. Okay,” the interviewer said with a smile. That was definitely an answer she’d never heard before. “Well, how about when it comes to hockey?”

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I’d like to thank the NHL

for not scheduling games for the Golden Knights or the Flyers today because procrastination was already hitting hard enough without having to worry about watching one or two of my teams play today.

Yes, I know I could’ve just not watched the game and watched the replay after.

But considering I was already procrastinating, my self control would’ve been nonexistent. 

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Someone went through my Check Please fics and left kudos on like 20 of them. 

Whoever you are, thank you! It was an awesome thing to wake up to.

[zimmboniandbitty]

To the second person that went through what looks like my entire Check Please catalogue and kudos’d all of them and left me all those nice comments, thank you! 

[zimmboniandbitty]

Shows up over a year late with a sequel to my Soulmate fic

Kent flipped on the light and his eyes were immediately drawn to it.

Right on his chest was a mark.

He reached up with a shaky hand to touch it, expecting a bit of tattoo tenderness around the mark. But there wasn't any sort of pain. He scratched across it, but nothing peeled off.

It wasn't a tattoo. Or even a temporary one.

So, what else could it have been?

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"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.

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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.

[zimmboniandbitty]

And then, sometimes Kent and Jack are really, really bad at communicating. But hockey still needs to be played between talks of their future.

Here it is. Chapter 20. My goodness. Thanks to everyone who has been keeping up with this fic.

[zimmboniandbitty]

"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."

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"Just trying to figure out what comes next?"

"You regretting retirement?" Jack asked as he ran his fingers up and down Kent's spine.

Kent laughed. "No way," he said.

I realized I didn’t link this last fic from Pimms Week.

Here you go!!!

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"But she said she placed it closer to you because you're older. And because I deserve to be pampered."

"Is that what she said?" Jack said.

"Yes," Kent said. "Verbatim."

Jack looked over when they pulled up to a red light. "So," he said. "Since I'm actually younger than you, does that mean every time we go out that I deserve to be pampered?"

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"Do you have stories about every plant here?" He felt bad that he hadn't asked before, but he didn't think there would be a system to Kent’s plants.

Kent shrugged a nonchalant shrug. ”I mostly buy them on someone's birthday. Or when something good happens." He bit his bottom lip. "Been buying a lot recently."