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creation myth
as a birthday present from me to y'all, i'm so excited to finally be able to share something i've been working on for the last month and a half: an aces!jack AU coauthored by the wickedly talented @ohyoufool!!! (24k, jackparse, endgame zimbits, jack/therapy. tw for many, many things. please read the ao3 tags carefully)
It goes like this.
Awake, alone, Jack Zimmermann finds himself in the backseat of his pickup truck. The sun slivers up over the edge of the Mojave, edging sand into shimmer, bones into dust.
His dreams are always different: cold linoleum, marble tiles, grief he can’t grasp in both hands. Eyes, blue and green and brown. A cathedral of sadness. The end of the world on an altar of gold.
For someone who’s supposed to have it all, he comes up lacking a lot these days.
He stretches, takes inventory. An empty six-pack in the passenger seat. A sore throat, worse than yesterday. A bottle of Klonopin that jams the brake pedal when Jack climbs over the center console to try to start the truck. He scrabbles for it with one hand, catches sight of the clock on the dashboard: 6:07.
Jack curses, hurls the empty bottle out the window, and peels onto the 15 in time to make it for morning skate.
read the rest on ao3 | listen to the playlist
#omgcp#jack zimmermann#eric bittle#kent parson#jackparse#zimbits#my writing#kate tag#guys kate made this SO GOOD. please go smooch her gently on the forehead#i'm nothing without her etc. etc.
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