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stayforabittle · 10 months

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Ngozi out here saying that nurseydex is real but the silence around holsom is SO LOUD

#holsom is canon in my heart where it matters #ransom and holster: friends and lovers #and they were co captains #omgcheckplease

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stayforabittle · 1 year

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#fall out boy once again writing songs meant for jackparse

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stayforabittle · 1 year

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#oh mygod what have y'all done #i see the correct team has won

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stayforabittle · 2 years

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CHECK, PLEASE! YEAR TWO + MY FAVORITE QUOTES

#op these are gorgeous! such fun edits and great great moments

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stayforabittle · 2 years

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What if meeting Bad Bob was the first time Bitty realized Jack was hot

#jack 'carbon copy of his father' zimmermann #like yeah jack was always hot but he also wasn't very nice to bitty #so maybe he just wouldn't have a reason to see past 'wow my captain's overbearing and maybe a bit of an asshole'#but who can be immune to bob's version of the zimmermann charm #he's polite and charismatic and shitty has referred to him as a dilf on several occasions #and bitty sees how jack's face is an echo of this man's #and oh. OH #omgcp #omgcheckplease

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stayforabittle · 2 years

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You do not mess with a man’s pregame ritual. It is a sacred and honored tradition, and everyone knows that interfering with the ritual comes at a hefty cost. Still, when the world around you changes, you have to make changes as well.

Jack Zimmermann must have his peanut butter and jelly sandwich before each game, but he knew that things weren’t quite right. He knew it was not the type of bread, or the smoothness of the peanut butter, or the flavor of the jelly that felt out of place. He knew what was missing, but despite it all, he kept trying. One knife-full of jelly. Two knife-fulls of peanut butter. Three strokes to spread it together. Exactly the way he memorized it, but he knew it was never quite right.

Until one day Jack sat down and pulled a sandwich out of his bag. It was wrapped in white parchment with small note signed with some kind words and a heart. It was made with sweet honey-oat bread, crunchy gourmet peanut butter, and homemade pluot jam. From the very first bite, Jack knew it was the perfect sandwich, not because of what was in it, but because for the first time in years, he did not have to make it himself.

Jack was satisfied, and the ritual was complete.

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You do not mess with a man’s pregame ritual. The Aces understood why Kent Parson must have his peanut butter and jelly sandwich before each game.

But they wondered why he always made two.

#im actually in pain #like wow bitty's homemade pb&js are so cute amd jack loves them! and then OH NO

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stayforabittle · 2 years

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The thing about Ransom/Holster is that yes, sure, it’s about the friends to lovers dynamic. But it’s also so much not that.

It’s about the friends and lovers.

It’s the way one of them will look at the other and know that they’ve never not been both. It’s the way Ransom will think of how he loves and is in love with Holster in equal measure. It’s Holster never being conflicted about what label to use for his relationship with Rans, because why would it matter as long as they’re together. It’s the idea that they can call each other by their hockey names or just be Adam and Justin and each gentle utterance feels just as comfortable in their mouths.

Ransom and Holster against the world, friends and lovers.

#holsom #justin oluransi #adam birkholtz #ransom #holster #omgcp #check please #and they were co-captains

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stayforabittle · 2 years

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Bitty talks about Waffle House all the time in the Haus and how he misses it and getting late night waffles and enjoying food with his friends and conversations that could only happen there. Everyone thinks it’s like some gourmet place akin to insomnia cookies because they never bothered to look it up.

Jack goes to Madison and the day after the 4th, Bitty takes him there and the first thing that happens is he steps in something sticky while some old, cranky waitress takes his order with a gross wink before she starts yelling at the line cooks that…he can see. The coffee tastes like dirt and his waffle is kinda disgusting.

“Bits, you said this place was the best? Like good cooking and memories and…”

And Bitty’s like “oh honey, this place is a fucking dumpster. Everyone knows waffle houses are disgusting.”

“There’s more than one?”

“We passed one on the way here, someone just got shot there last night so we had to come here.”

And Jack’s like “excuse me??”

#listen in this house we appreciate waffle house

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stayforabittle · 3 years

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stayforabittle · 3 years

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Something about jackparse with Fall Out Boy. I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake.

#i have BEEN saying this so true y'all #pimms #kent parson

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stayforabittle · 3 years

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Cup magic was a rumour Kent never really believed, until he found himself standing in his 18-year-old self’s bedroom in Vegas. At more years past 30 than he’d like to admit, he’d expected to wake up in Quebec next to his fiance this morning with a slight hangover and memories of the cup win celebration from the night before. Instead, he was staring at his younger self sitting on a twin bed in front of an Oceanic jersey with a 1 emblazoned on the back.

‘Ah, shit,’ Kent thought. He rubbed his hand over his mouth, wondering how the hell he was supposed to deal with this.

“Who the hell are you?” His younger self said, through a voice pretending not to be thick with tears.

Kent’s hand flopped away from his face, palm up. “Who does it look like I am?” He said, bemused.

“Some washed up old hockey player,” Kenny shrugged- and he really did look like a Kenny, all freckles and scattered pimples and messy blond hair and so, so young.

“Rude,” Kent replied. He watched his 18-year-old self try to subtly wipe off his cheeks. Eighteen- he was really just a kid. Who let this kid get shipped across the country, all alone with an entire team’s expectations riding on him? “Are you okay?” He asked, then shook his head. “No. No you’re not, I know that.” He took a deep breath, trying to remember everything that was spiraling in his thoughts at that age. It wasn’t pretty. “I’m sorry. It sucks right now, huh?”

Kenny just glared down at the bed, so Kent continued. “It does get better. You are happy, eventually, just… not right now. Not for a long time. But it’s worth it, to stay alive.”

He adjusted his cap- still on his head from the night before, he assumed- and took another breath. It hurt more than he would have expected, seeing himself like this. “We have a kid now- never expected that, huh?”

Kenny looked up in horror. “I’m a dad?”

Kent laughed. “You definitely aren’t yet. I am, though. Pretty good at it, too.”

Kenny looked back down at the frayed jersey sleeve edge he was playing with. “So… you have a wife and stuff?”

“Dude…” Kent frowned and leaned his head to the side, as if to say ‘come on.’ “You know-” at Kenny’s abrupt look of poorly concealed fear, he decided not to continue that sentence and shook his head. “I’ll let you figure that out.” His eyes drifted down to the blue jersey on the bed. “It’s not him, though,” he said quickly. “Yeah, that…” he sighed. “That wound hurts for a while.”

“It’s whatever,” his own self lied to him, but Kent decided not to call him out for it.

Kent stood there in silence for a while, the rush of feelings and memories from being confronted with this a lot to deal with. Then Kenny looked up and caught sight of Kent’s new hat. “That’s not an Aces hat,” he gaped.

Kent laughed and covered the blue and red logo. “Hey, spoilers,” he joked.

“For my own life?” Kenny replied, indignantly.

“Hey, I don’t know how time travel works, I don’t know what I am and am not allowed to tell you.” Kenny rolled his eyes at that. “It is your fourth cup hat, though,” Kent grinned, “so have fun with that.”

“Nice.” Kenny grinned back, but Kent saw it was closer to his media smile than the genuine, toothy one.

Kent pursed his lips. “Listen,” he said, “I know other people say you don’t need anyone to inflate your ego more.” He was suddenly more sincere than he’d ever been, knowing he had needed to hear this. “But… you do so good, and you work so hard, I know that.” He pushed the truth out through his words. “And I’m so proud of you.”

Kent watched his younger self scrunch his eyebrows and blink his eyes rapidly. He thought back to what he really needed that rookie year, and the “can I hug you?” was out of his mouth not a second later.

Kenny shrugged, but Kent knew himself well enough to read that as a desperate yes. He stepped forwards and Kenny did too, standing up off the bed. Kent held his younger self as the teen’s shoulders began to shake with muffled sobs.

“Hey,” Kent said softly. He felt tears prickle his own eyes. It hurt to remember how he felt then, but mostly, his heart ached for his past self, for how the world had treated him, for how much he had survived through. “You’re going to be okay. I promise.”

#HELLO i am seeking emotional compensation for what this fic did to me 😭#the part where kent tells his younger self that although people say not to inflate his own ego more but he's proud of him had me IN TEARS #fics #parse positive #kent parson

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stayforabittle · 3 years

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confused person in one of tango's classes: i kinda have a problem with the work, but i don't want to ask the professor, so that they don't think i'm dumb

tango: