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playlist for @pimms-fest-2025!

29 songs following the timeline of their relationship from hopeful young love (vol 1), to the lows brought about by addiction and mental health issues (vol 2), to the rivalry and insecurity of the canon era (vol 3), and finally the reunion we all know is inevitable (vol 4)

"Put it this way; have you wanted to marry all your best friends?" Svetlana fires back. Parson pauses long enough that she wonders if she's missing something, some tragic love affair that everyone else knows about, maybe a fling with a pop star or a model, before he clears his throat. "I've never had a best friend who's a woman, so —" Svetlana scoffs and throws him the keys, pointing at the iridescent green convertible in the corner before leaving. Typical.

It started — where else? — on Twitter. First, the Aces official account re-posted a fan video of that new theater in Vegas — the one with the video screens that everyone was either pissed off about, amused by, or both — which showed a single white spade tracking slowly across it's surface with the date of the Aces first playoff game below. In retaliation, the Schooners had taken the video and added a quickly photo shopped boat crashing into it, turning the whole thing into a meme overnight. The comparatively subdued logo swapped out for children's drawings, images of the Aces' horrifying bug-eyed mascot, and of course, player photos. Then, someone in the Aces organization talked to someone at the Sphere and a contest was born: Your Idea Here for the rest of their playoff run. All of which lead to here and now; Jack standing at a window, freshly flown in for the first game of the 2023 Stanley Cup Finals, looking at Kent Parson's smirking face twenty feet high and shining straight into his hotel room.

my @pimms-fest-2025 fic! featuring: a title from that flo rida + kesha song, hockeysexual jackzimmermann, an ill-advised semi-public hookup, and breaking up and getting back together without really dating.

Fiddling with his empty shot glass, Jack stays glued to the highlights while the Falcs on screen and in the bar turn away to celebrate the game being called in their favor. Watching what he had missed hours ago; Kent ripping his gloves off, and scooping his helmet up as he storms off the ice. Jack the only one who sees the heat in his eyes and the rigidness of his spine, his desperation telegraphed for anyone who knows what to look for, almost like — Jack knocks the glass to the table with a clatter — like Kent had been pulling out all the stops for anything that would give him the win. And Jack.

When Jack comes back to himself, he realizes with a start that he has no idea where he is or how he got there. Just that he's standing in a large bedroom decorated in shades of cool greys and purples, the view from it's windows obscured by translucent shades. He is thankfully fully clothed. Which at least proves that three years of living with Shitty hadn't rubbed off on him too much.

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tagged by @impalerswift! tagging @aristocrating and @amandayetagain!

if anyone's keeping track this is from the wip where Jack finds out he got a girl pregnant and has a kid that I started uhhhh over a year ago and just dusted off.

"Wow, are you seriously making fun of me for being emotionally vulnerable?" Parson asks, placing one hand over his heart. "Isn't that what we're all supposed to be going for these days?" Svetlana doesn't know exactly what face she makes, but he snorts again before looking back to the party, gaze stopping on the broad shoulders of a dark haired man in a navy suit. Which could conceivably be half the league, but the two blondes flanking him — one a small man in a black tux and the other a statuesque woman in a tea length yellow dress — make it pretty clear it's not. "How is emotional vulnerability going these days? "Shitty."

Jack hadn't let himself think much about the games — refused to let his parents even watch in 2010; the ones Bob had been supposed to commentate for, and Kent hadn't been supposed to get near; until a string of injuries left USA Hockey turning to their newest phenom and Jack shutting himself in his room — and then it hadn't mattered anymore. Another dream he'd missed out on. Until now.