#pb: the language of flowers

[folkloure]

⭑.ᐟ roomates!pb&jj au

#1 - the one where they move in:

summary: Peter decides to trust Joaquin on a new apartment deal, despite Johnny being part of it. Bob says goodbye to his old friends and welcome to new ones.

warnings: swear words. friendly reminder that english is not my first language. please don't copy or repost anywhere.

By the time he finishes packing, Peter was starting to question his life choices.

He could just forget about the whole thing and go back to living with May, he thinks. He’s positive that the other guys would have no problem finding someone else to fill his place.

He remembers being so excited when Joaquin mentioned the apartment, with the dream come true of a cheap rent and a room all to himself.

“It’s perfect! You’ll see! My friend Bob has been living there for two years now, and his roomates are all moving out!" Joaquin completely ignored that Peter was trying to finish a presentation, talking and walking around the commonplace area in his dorm, sharing the good news. “Something about a new job in San Francisco that two of them applied for and the other one is tagging along, I guess. I don’t really know, but who cares? It’s perfect, all three of us can move in with him by the end of the semester!”

“Wait, wait. Did you say three?”

“Well, yeah…” Joaquin looked slightly embarrassed, like he was hoping Peter wouldn’t notice that. “You, me, and Johnny.”

“You have to be kidding!” Peter dropped his computer by his side on the couch, marching in Joaquin’s direction, making his friend step back a little. “I’m not gonna share an apartment with Johnny fucking Storm!”

“Dude, c’mon…”

“No! Doesn't he have a sister living in New York? Why can’t he just move in with her?”

But Peter knew why. It was the same reason why he wouldn’t just go back to live with May and her grumpy boyfriend, Happy. You don’t wanna start what you believe to be your life as a functioning adult living under the same roof of an older-but-still-quite-young relative and their partner.

“I’ll let you know that Johnny didn’t seem too mad about sharing his space with you…” Joaquin told him, smirking. A blatant lie. Peter knew that, he could actually hear Johnny's voice complaining if he thought about it too much.

But… he can’t deny that he could really use the place. And if Johnny did too, then so be it.

—

Bob didn’t know stress cleaning could be so effective.

With both doors open wide, he could just run from one place to another, bringing the new stuff he bought for Joaquin's friends. He wanted to make a damn good impression, and apparently flowers and brand new pillows for the blue couch Yelena and Ava left behind would be the way.

He still can’t believe how lucky he was, that not only would Joaquin move in, but also bring two friends with him.

Yelena was so stressed about a contract breach since she got the job in San Francisco, and even though Ava guaranteed they would figure it out, and Walker actually offered to lend her the money – the first time Bob witnessed him being genuinely nice to Yelena, by the way –, the only time she seemed relaxed was when he got off the phone with Joaquin, with the promise that his friend had it all figured out.

“He said they can all move in by the end of the semester… if you don’t mind waiting a couple more weeks, that is.”

“No, that is perfect, Bob!” Yelena got up, literally jumping from excitement. “I'll call them tomorrow to let them know I'll make it! Oh my god, I have to tell Ava!” she hugged him, lifting him off his feet in a strength he sometimes forgot she had, tiny human she was, before running to the other side of the corridor, crossing the next door without even closing theirs first.

Walker got up from his own place at the kitchen table, closing the door.

“That means you’re going with Lena and Ava too, right?” Bob said, pulling a chair and sitting next to Walker

“You're not getting rid of us any time soon,” Walker grabbed Bob's shoulder, squeezing it a little too tight “But yeah, I guess I am. Are you sure you’ll be okay by yourself?”

“I'm not gonna be by myself” he smiled at his friend. Months of a rough patch between them at the very start, now he can’t believe how much he’s gonna miss Walker too. “It’s gonna be fun having Joaquin here. We grew up together, you know?”

Walker hummed, and Bob kept going.

“We've been friends since middle school, actually. and I haven’t seen him in like, 3 years I think?” Bob tried to think of the last time he saw his best friend, and the memoriy of their last shared Christmas dinner with their moms comes up his head “I miss him quite a lot, actually.”

Bob's memories from that conversation were interrupted by loud voices coming out of the elevator.

“Bob?”

“Here!” Bob jumped from the blue couch, running towards the door and throwing himself on Joaquin, hugging him. “Oh my god, hello!”

“Dude! It’s been so long!”

“I know!” They both stepped back, looking at each other up and down before hugging again. “It’s so good to have you here!”

“Thanks, Bob” Joaquin turned to Peter and Johnny's direction, both just staring at them “This is Peter and Johnny, my friends from MIT!”

Peter was the first to grab Bob's hand, shaking it excitedly and dropping his bags in the process “It’s so nice to meet you, I'm Peter. Peter Parker!”

Johnny was much more put together, Bob could tell. He calmly switched his bag to a different hand, giving Bob a quick handshake and nodding his head “I'm Johnny Storm, hi.”

“Alright, let me show you the place, here!”

Bob turns to the door and signs for them to enter, and it shocks him for a second how fuller the apartment looks with four men in it. It dawns on him that this is what life's gonna be like for the next year, and he’s quite content with it.

notes: ahhh! i’m so excited! this is my first time ever doing something like this and i hope it’s okay! ! also, i wanted to say that i sort of plan on writing a reader character into this au, but i’ll take some time for me to proper build the story and their friendship, so it’s gonna be just the four of them for a while! hope you don’t mind <3 anyways there’ll be time for me to talk more about it later, thank you so much for the kind responses i got from my previous posts! let me know what you think! :D you can read more blurbs in my masterlist !!

[distantlcver]

Councillor!Sevika + Wife!Sevika x Fem!Reader

- married life and stuff :)

“Any mistakes are made out of pure hatred and disrespect for this language. The English have taken enough from this world, I will not let them have my tongue as well.” -ao3 author

She watches the Food Network in her free time and the cooking segments on PBS on the weekends to destress. Sitting on the council is not the most appealing in terms of engagement and overall work expectations, not to mention her “uppity colleagues,” as she calls them.

It’s mindless and empty, but entertaining enough to grab her attention—a small escape from the towering piles of paperwork, files, and documents she has to look over before the sun rises again. She’ll lean back on the sofa, shedding the day's stress, and watch skilled hands assemble a gourmet bolognese or some fancy steak arranged like a flower with hand-churned and seasoned butter.

She’ll tuck you under her arm, play with your hair as you watch together, and point to the final dish on the screen before she scoffs:

“I could make that shit,” she mumbles. “Of course, honey,” you say, and kiss her hand.

neither of you could make that shit

─────── ✶ ───────

After many failed attempts at communication—when emotions were high and the air especially tense—you both came to an agreement that something had to change.

She watches her tongue around you and tries (emphasis on tries) to mind her temper and regulate any frustrations that come with the day job. She’s mindful of her language, making sure not to curse when speaking to you as a sign of respect and overall consideration. It takes time, and she’s not perfect, but she tries.

That doesn’t stop her from the occasional string of curses you hear coming from the home office when she encounters errors in paperwork or remembers another meeting she has to attend.

In turn, you try to be more patient and understanding of the dedication and time her new role takes from your time together.

You visit her during lunch and push dinner back late to make sure you both can eat together. You walk her home from work on nights when she’s in the office particularly late.

She puts an and to the reeaaalll quick refusing to let you walk the streets alone so late at night. She scolds you for insisting, arguing that you’re just too impatient, and stubborn.

“You’re too cute, baby. Someone’s gonna snatch you up,” "I'm not a child sev-," "I know baby, but Just wait for me please ," she whispers, "I’m always comin' home—you know that.”

─────── ✶ ───────

She has an extensive collection of old R&B and jazz records she plays when fixing things around the house or doing chores. Mindlessly tapping and humming along to the beat

Her record player is an old, shoddy thing she built herself as a teenager, made out of recycled parts she found in scrap yards and junk drawers. the speakers muffle to sound every now and then blending together the lyrics with the background vocals and acoustics.

Even with her role on the council —and more-than-satisfactory salary, she refuses to buy a new one.

She plays Marvin Gaye’s “Mercy Mercy Me” on repeat while working and swings you around to “Two Can Have a Party,” because neither of you can really dance.

─────── ✶ ───────

✧ small bonus

She insists on fixing everything herself and doesn’t believe in hiring anyone to do anything.

her philosophy: “If I can’t fix it, I shouldn’t own it,”

When you finally hire someone behind her back, she hovers incessantly, making sure they don’t mess anything up, mumbling curses whenever they touch something. She side-eyes you with a *what the fuck* look.

─────── FIN ───────

[tsams-and-co-memes]

TSAMS Earth Terra Canon Info

Updated - 3/7/25

Note: "Earth" is used so many times in this post, and idk if I feel like going through everything and changing all of it to "Terra," so I'm gonna leave it as is

Earth's likes:

Pink

Barbie movies

Nature

Animals

Tiny things

Love stories

Princesses

Storybooks/fairytales

Phantom of the Opera

Broadway shows/musicals

Beaches

Lilac flowers

The Powerpuff Girls

Wicked

Hair accessories and makeup

Tim Allen

Aquariums

Anime

Tea

PB&J's and grilled cheese sandwiches

Playing with makeup sometimes

Mac n cheese

Soap Operas

Learning other languages

Chinese dramas

Lethal Company, even though it scares her

Garlic bread

Geese

Skyrim

Fries

Gudetama (she has lots of little Gudetamas around the house and she's named them all)

Baking sweets

Cottagecore

Drawing

Earth's dislikes:

Violence

Bloodmoon (based on the way she acts towards/with them)

Eclipse (also based on how she speaks to/acts towards him. She gave him chances to be better than he was currently being, and instead of trying, he opted to keep being a jerk) ((This is subject to change))

Driving

Dora the explorer

Sleeping while shrunk down (it feels restrictive to her)

Snapple

Sad movies/shows

Bugs (They freak her out. More specifically, she doesn't like ants and spiders)

Superhero or monster movies

Miscellaneous:

Unlike Sun and Moon, Earth is capable of eating food (partial retcon. Sun and Moon have apparently started eating food)

She used to prepare food for the creator and have dinner with him

She primarily works with children who have disabilities, and children who require more one one one attention

She has a system/database thing in her head that’s loaded with nothing but puns and jokes

She prefers baths over showers

Earth is a silent rage sort of person when she gets angry

Earth has ADHD

She uses a lot of emojis when texting

Her comfort/coping mechanism is saying “pretty ballerina” and/or singing Barbie Girl

She has 5 journals that she's written in as a coping mechanism

Earth starts her days off with morning yoga (the yoga involves screaming), then from there, she goes to work at the daycare. After she's done for the day, she cleans up the daycare, then goes home and cleans every square inch of her room/Monty’s house. After that, it's bedtime, but if she wakes up in the middle of the night, she may go cook an entire meal ((this has likely changed as of the TSAMS reboot, since everyone lives in a different dimension and does different things now))

She's a clean freak like Sun, and she needs to start her day off by screaming like Lunar

She's pansexual. Maybe demisexual. We're not sure about the specifics yet. She's more drawn to a person's personality than their gender or appearance (according to info in a video, she doesn’t really identify as anything and is more or less unlabeled) (<- according to Solar, she's probably pansexual)

Earth has very good balance

Earth has been ice skating

She watches Bluey

Earth has eagle eyes

Earth's mouth can open

Earth sleeps with her crocheted bunny

[brandogenius]

Can we get pheobe with an artist!reader who’s always creating things and gift giving homemade art pieces to her and the boys? ( Artist! reader has 100% given Phoebe a glitter flower bouquet before omg)

-🐹

OMG!! hamster anon hi!! AHHH!!! my first phoebe request !! this is such a cool request what the heck??? i’m so excited to write this !!!

note: IVE COME TO EDIT THIS! this is so cute it’s my roman empire i love it so much omfg i want to write this into an au someday

‼️ RPF‼️

HC - phoebe x artist! reader

- phoebe has a little shelf on her desk dedicated to every little trinket snd craft you make her.

- your love language is gift giving, you go ALL out for birthdays and holidays. creating gifts for phoebe and the boys.

- some of your favourites crafts you’ve made for the boys and phoebe include a small trinket dish for phone. one you can put all her rings and jewellery into! made from clay it took you about three days to make

- another one was a small vase in the shape of a torso for lucy, perfect to hold flowers into.

- for julien it 100% had to be oil painting of her dog beans. it might’ve took you the longest to make but the reaction was 100% worth it.

- art is your favourite hobby. art supplies litter the small coffee table that resides in phoebe and yours apartment.

- phoebe occasionally goes off to the studio, coming back all giddy like a child who got their first candy bar, hands and pockets filled with various kinds of rocks she picked up off the road. “will you paint them for me? we could paint them together” obviously you could not say no to her

- you spend the night with phoebe on the floor, surrounded by blankets and paints, painting words onto the small smooth rocks your girlfriend picked up off the side of the road.

- you end up trading rocks throughout the night. the ones phoebe gives you are displayed proudly in your shelf whilst phoebe keeps the smallest one you gave her in her pocket at all time.

- “i can show everyone how talented you are” “phoebe it’s just a painted rock” “shh i know but look how beautiful it is”

- buying gifts is always nice but you prefer to make / refurbish gifts.

- you like to go thrifting for clothes, often buying something for yourself sometimes you may come across something pb would wear. you bring it home and get working on designing the back with embroidery thread or sewing hand made patches onto the sleeves.

- GLITTER BOUQUETS !! may be a nightmare to clean up but the reaction on phoebes face is worth the pain

- you like to make small little origami bouquets of flowers beside the small handmade dish you made, where phoebe puts her keys. whenever she has to leave in the morning she wakes up to a new bouquet of small paper flowers she totslly doesn’t tear up over.

- you teach phoebe how to paint

- pottery nights where you both make whatever you want. phoebe tries to make a mug but fails

- tries to be romantic and do something out of ghost but ends up giggling and ruining the moment

- “dude i wish i had the hands of a pottery god like you because this is some bullshit right here”

- phoebe may not have the talent in pottery but that’s ok. she’s good at many other things

- like making paper airplanes or painting rocks. you love all of them.

- lego. it may not be an artistic thing but you love making lego with phoebe. the lego flowers end up in a vase (multiple of your origami flowers end up there too)

- one of the paintings you’re currently working on right now is a surprise for phoebes bday. an intricate painting of one of the times you caught phoebe sitting on the couch, mindlessly strumming away on the guitar, seeming to be in her own little world.

[usedkarma]

🖤Only the Freaks Fall Like This I Part 14

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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader 🖤 Content Warning/Disclaimer : 📼 Mild language, smoldering tension, sarcastic banter, counter-dancing, Eddie Munson being dangerously charming. 💋

Part 14: Stars, Sandwiches, and Something Sacred

He parks just outside the quarry, near a patch of trees locals only mention during smoke breaks and truth-or-dares. The sky above is bruising into night, soft clouds painted gold and violet.

Eddie hops out before the engine even dies, circling the van to swing open your door.

“Your highness,” he bows with full drama, “your carriage awaits. Try not to be too impressed; I vacuumed just for you.”

The back of the van is weirdly cozy. There’s a plaid blanket, mismatched pillows, a cooler, a battery lantern swinging like a soft-glowing moon. It smells like pine spray, a whisper of oil, a hint of cigarettes, and something that just… feels like him.

He leans against the bumper, watching you take it all in.

“What do you think, princess?” he asks, trying to sound casual. “Fancy enough for ya?”

You strike a pose, hands on hips.

“Yep. That’ll do. Excellent work.”

Eddie grins. God, you’re a smartass. He’s in hell, and he loves it.

“Thank god,” he says. “I was worried you’d demand a five-star restaurant instead.”

Then comes the mixtape.

He hands it over, wrapped in crumpled notebook paper. Inside: a doodle. A sketch of you—mid-spin, dancing in the store. Half joy, half rebellion. Perfect.

“That’s how I see you,” he mutters, eyes not quite meeting yours. “You make the air feel different when you move. I dunno. You just... crack open the sky a little.”

Your smile softens.

“Okay, serious moment, don’t freak out,” you say. “But I’m keeping this for the rest of my life.”

He chokes a little laugh.

“Oh yeah? Gonna frame my masterpiece?”

“Yup. Maybe I’ll let you see my room one day and you can help me pick the perfect spot.”

His heart thuds.

“Is that an offer, princess?”

“If you play your cards right.”

“Damn. Most guys don’t get past the front porch. I feel honored.”

Then—he drops the necklace into your palm. One of his rings, the little silver skull, swinging on a chain.

He doesn’t explain. He just offers it up like a gift from a knight.

“For protection. Or fashion. Or both. Your call, beautiful.”

You laugh, touched.

“All of the above,” you say, slipping it over your head. “Now I’m wearing a piece of you everywhere I go.”

He grins, a little dazed.

“Told you I’d spoil you.”

The food? PB&J sandwiches, tortilla chips, a thermos of Kool-Aid, and—

“Is that a dragon figurine?”

“He’s the guardian of the feast,” Eddie intones solemnly. “Do not piss him off.”

“And what happens if I do?”

He leans close, eyes glinting.

“You really don’t wanna find out.”

Then the boombox clicks on. Side A of the mixtape crackles to life.

Guitar riffs bleed into something slow, something thoughtful. You sit back against the pillows. Music fills the space between you—loud, but not overwhelming. Just enough to say the things he hasn’t found the words for yet.

The stars begin blinking into view above.

Eddie leans back on his elbows, gaze fixed skyward.

“You ever think the stars are just holes in the universe where the light leaks through?” he murmurs. “Like… maybe someone punched ’em out ’cause they couldn’t hold in all the love.”

Then he glances sideways at you. Voice lower. Honest.

“I think that’s you. Punching holes in me. In a good way.”

You smile. A real one.

“You’re a hopeless romantic, you know that?”

“Terrifying, isn’t it?”

“I’ll probably have to give you the permanent boyfriend title after this date.”

He gasps in mock offense.

“Probably? You mean the mixtape, the ring, the flower crown didn’t seal the deal?”

“I still have to taste your sandwiches. And find out if you’re a good kisser.”

“Tough crowd,” he says, shaking his head. “Demanding quality control.”

Later, you lie side by side in the back of the van. His arm’s behind you. Your fingers drift across one of his tattoos on his arm.

“Careful,” he whispers, eyes fluttering shut. “That one’s connected directly to my ego. If you keep tracing it, I might start writing you poetry. Terrifying stuff.”

You laugh. He leans his head against yours. The stars blink overhead. The crickets hum louder.

He doesn’t kiss you. Not yet. But he wants to.

He gives you his time. His music. His drawings. His goddamn ring.

Because Eddie Munson doesn’t give pieces.  He throws himself into you—wild, tender, and whole.

You whisper, “How many tattoos do you have?”

He counts.

“The bats here on my arm. Master of puppets tattoo on my other arm, spider on my chest with another skull and a demon on the back of that same arm here, like 5. Why, you gonna catch up?”

“I’ve got two.”

“Only two?” he teases. “What are they?”

You roll up your sleeve.

“This one,” you say, letting him trace the daffodil stem curling into the words she persisted. Then you tilt your neck, pull your collar down slightly.

“And this—Capricorn constellation.”

He whistles low.

“Capricorn, huh? No wonder you’re such a pain in the ass, princess.”

You squint at him.

“Shut up. Capricorns are the backbone of this world. Jesus was a Capricorn. We’re divine.”

“Ah yes,” Eddie smirks, “Jesus and you. The holy duo.”

“What about you?” you ask. “What’s your sign?”

“Take a guess,” he challenges, smirk returning.

“Virgo?” you shoot first.

He pretends to be wounded.

“You think I’m that dark and brooding?”

“Yes.” You joke.

He chuckles.

“Okay, fair.”

“Leo?”

“It's the hair and the attention-seeking, right? But nope, not a leo.”

“Libra?”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Warmer.”

“Aquarius?”

“Getting colder.”

You groan.

“Okay, I give up.”

He leans in, voice low, eyes burning like embers.

“Scorpio. October 31st. Halloween.”

You blink.

“That’s... actually cool as hell.”

He grins.

“Damn right. Born on the one night freaks rule the world.”

And in the glow of the lantern, with music playing and stars like holes in the sky above, you smile.

“I love scorpios.”

[nglwhatarecats]

rambling abt PB&J again 😭

Heera buying/getting clothes for Blue:

so when Heera met Blue, Blue had the same outfit. Every.single.time

being the slightly concerned acquaintance Heera was (Blue saw them as friends Heera did not, in the beginning! This kinda sets up for some angst latr….FOCUS) Heera asked Blue about the whole clothes situation.

“Oh I don’t have any spares.”

“EXCUSE ME?”

Heera being broke (probably js look at her!/lh-a very broke person) said “fuck it” and got Blue clothes,which cause Blue to panic, not used to be on the gift receiving end (her love language is gift giving,this woman will give you ANYTHING,clothes,plants(extremely rare ones too,she WILL find a way to get extinct ones too) food (she loves cooking baking etc) WHATEVER her gift receiver might want) also bc she was not home she had no idea how long she’d stay in a completely (not really) different environment. (Doomed yuri (another oc couple)fucked up Blue by sending her to the wrong dimension 😓-my explanation on how Blue and Heera crossed paths) she refused, Heera just threw the bag at her and just ran away,leaving Blue confused.

“I no no Wanna :(“

“TAKE IT BITCH” *runs away*

what does Blue do when Heera is gone or being a workaholic:

When Heera is gone doing detective shit Blue is just cooking,baking,cleaning, getting more plants (Heera home is looking like a garden HELP)getting furniture for Heera sad studio (Girl I was couch surfing for like a year and I’ve seen people barley getting by w more furniture than her 😭🙏/hj)

but since Heera doesn’t stay that long Blue would either force her (Blue is currently a bit more stronger then Heera atm,by this much 🤏🏼 For story reasons duh) or tell her she’s going to do smth that might endanger herself. (Heera didn’t believe her at first than she saw Blue run into a highway as she flipped her off)

“Stay or im drinking bleach and creating mustard gas.I didn’t spend all my time making this food >:(“

“STOP”

Heera being a workaholic:

Blue js.. lay on her lap like a cat and demand attention (or just hug her) Blue is very needy (orange cat behavior) Blue would just say funfacts about plants.

“Do you know there’s a flower in Mexico that smells like chocolate”

“Cool?”

“I’m taking you to see it.”

“WHAT”

the camping shit I asked Swagger:

“EVERYONE FOR THEMSELVES” *runs into the forest*

“You forgot your bag..”

Blue found Heera hours ago, she just wanted to see how long Heera would notice or see how well Heera is good at camping!

and Heera can’t light a fire.

Blue is super good at stuff like that because her whole life has been around nature! And she loves showing off to Heera (yay validation from someone you love!!)

I might write a fic on this premise^^

but I feel like I will mischaracterize Heera @tiredguyswag😿

AND DONE YAYAY

my hand hurts :(

[everthewip]

Find the Word

Thank you for tagging me @loopyhoopywrites! (Check out their post here!)

I actually haven't seen this game yet, so I'm assuming the rules are to find the provided words in a WIP and post the snippet. I'm going to be using my Beauty & the Beast retelling (which is still lacking a proper name).

Sound

My mother had a raven who slept in the loft of our home, just above my own bed. He followed her everywhere, and when his wings grew weary, he found a perch at the top of her cane. She called him Idris. Like the rabbits in the woods, Idris had a voice, but his - over time - began to sound more and more like a voice of words, like a language spoken and not felt.  Chick he called me. Featherless. Quiet. Friend.  

Round

I stepped in quickly and shut the door behind me, but when I turned and fully took in the library for the first time, my body became paralyzed. Only my eyes moved, barely able to take in and comprehend the sheer number and size of the bookshelves. They began at the ground and rose so high that I could not see where they ended, for the ceiling of this room was as shadowed as my lord's face. The room itself was round in shape, and not a single inch of wall was spared from books, save for those across from the entrance. There, windows - as tall as the walls - stretched up like the bookshelves. In front of it was a wide desk, covered in parchment and stacks of books, and a large open tome that the lord of the castle was standing over. There were other tables and chairs, some cushioned and seemingly comfortable, but everything else went ignored once I saw him. 

Ground

It was not a large castle. A great stone wall surrounded it, but the grounds were not large enough to hold a village as I knew the capital of Wriston had. We were surrounded by the woods. An iron gate closed us off from it, but I could see the tall, dark trees beyond. Mist circled about them, draping over the ground and lurking like a patient beast.  To the left of the castle entrance was a stable and a fenced area, but if there were horses or cows, then they were safe inside, out of the rain.  To the right was a garden. There were statues there, but they were simpler than those in the grand hall. The figures they depicted were solemn and gentle, mournful in a way befitting the cold and wet weather. I found fountains filled with dark and dirty water, benches that were cracked and covered in moss. I saw bushes of thorns and brambles, with flower patches long overgrown. Upon trellises there grew only brown vines, void of life. 

Gently tagging: @janec23 @athenswrites @cosmo-lexies @mister-writes @pb-dot

Your words are: Remember, Dream, Forget

[alilrainboo2030]

GENERAL

Name/Aliases: Priscilla Purple, Purple girl (her fans) Grape juice (Her Mom and Grandma) Violet (Nickname and her girlfriend) PP (Misleading)

Age: 15

Birthday: July 4

Gender: Female ♀️

Place of Birth: Paris

Species: Neon Human

Sexuality: Lesbian

Nationality: French

Country: France

Ethnicity: Caucasian "White"

Color: Purple "CF00FF"

Language: French/English

Object/Weapon: Magical Broomstick as Weapon and other witches and athletic stuff

Personality Type: ESTP

Alignment: Good

Food/Drink: Grape and other grapes that came with PB Jelly, Cake, Pie, Flavors, and Juices. Eggplants, Red cabbages, and Lambs.

Body Type: Rectangle

Occupation: Karate

Weakness: Lightning, Earth, and Ice.

Status: Alive

Element/Power: Magic

Animals: Horse, Kingfisher, Tuatara, Caecilian, Seahorse, and Dragonfly.

Emblem Shape: Quatrefoil

Emotion: Brave "Courageous"

Super Abilities: Levitate, Shoot, Spin, Run, Throw, Teleport, Climbing

Height: N/A soon

Weight: N/A soon

EXTRAS

Like: Karate, Girls, Tomboy, Horses, Celebrities, Crossovers, Boys but just only friends, Sports, and Aesthetic Stuffs.

Dislike: Boys, Girly stuffs, Crimes, Diseases, Sexist, and Suspicious Sites.

Hobbies: Sports, Talents, Musics, and Aesthetic Stuffs.

Club/Group: Neon Wonders 01

Spouse: Paula Purple (Grandmother) Polly Purple (Older Sister) Phoebe Purple (Baby Sister) Paige Purple (Mom) Preston Purple (Dad)

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Physical Strength: 1.16xBW

Friends/Allies: Gaku Green, Oscar Orange, Penny Pink, Rafael Red, Brody Blue, and Yandel Yellow.

Enemies/Rivals: Willow White and Ben-zi Black.

Love Interest/Crush: Cindy Cyan

Flower Sign: Platycodon “Balloon Flower”

Gemstone Sign: Amethyst

Zodiac: Leo

VOICE SOUNDED TONE:

Cute, High and Sweet

APPEARANCE:

Priscilla Purple has some athletic looks on herself. She wears a plain purple Sports bra and she wears purple skinny sweat that has pockets on it. She is also wearing a dark belt with a Cutted-shape like Quatrefoil Amethyst on it and her purple hair clip has stripes. And last she wears purple socks and sparkly glitter Athletic shoes on her. Her shoes have dark Purple sole protectors in the bottom and her loosable buttons are shaped like Quatrefoil for shoelace. But to her DNA, Is completely Purple, especially her hair, mouth, blood, fingers and toenails, body waste, and eyes with Quatrefoil highlights on it. Except for her beige skin color but only if she's sick and conditioning.

DESCRIPTION:

When Priscilla Purple was a 7 years old young child, she wanted to practice to do some sports and became famous as her inspiration dreams. She grew up in Paris, France. And her life is incredibly better than her old school. She's never been attracted to boys because many girls pick on her for being friends with the boy. This doesn't mean that she likes boys because many boys are using her. And so many girls are standing up for her and never messing with Priscilla again. Every day after school, she wanted to going out with her mom and walk places. Once that was over, she returned to her room upstairs and when she saw her new athletic clothes appeared, This was from her parents as a gift. Until she noticed something that her parents give her that they didn't know was from a Unknown strange Address to Priscilla.

She decided To open the unique box. It is the Cutted-shape like Quatrefoil Amethyst appears. And such as the flying Shapeshifter named “Quafoily” starts introducing her owner. This story ends now.

PERSONALITY:

Brave, Confused, Funny, Optimistic, Active, Sensitive, and Intelligent

TRIVIA/STORY:

Priscilla Purple is just the original character that I love to make her up in 2021. My inspiration is unknown to her. It could be because Kagamine Rin and Twilight Sparkle make her magic. That's why she have magic.

GALLERY:

N/A soon

[devilfic]

❝love languages❞

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader. cw: brief mention of drug use. words: 1.2k.

I think eddie has three love languages: gift giving/receiving, quality time, and physical touch

as eddie is someone who didn’t grow up with a lot, he and his uncle often had to make do with what they had. whether it meant packing school lunches with what little was left in the fridge or sewing up the holes in eddie’s jacket with scraps from old bed sheets, eddie grew up understanding the value of doing what you can for another person out of love

which makes eddie an excellent gift-giver

eddie almost always has something to give you whenever he sees you

on your very first anniversary, eddie thrifted some fancy spoons and turned the handles into matching rings for you both, presenting yours to you at lover’s lake with a flourishing bow. he wears his damn near everywhere, he never takes it off

he also insisted on making each other’s lunches for valentine’s day and came to school with a PB&J cut (very badly) into the shape of a heart

he’s so surprisingly romantic that the hellfire club can’t even make fun of him for being so smitten with you. it’s just too cute ;-;

(and mike absolutely takes notes for el)

actually, dustin isn’t above teasing him. eddie may flay him on the track field for everyone to see but it’s worth it for the bit

eddie is also a FIRM believer in matching clothes

you bet your ass he’ll show up to school with a fresh new jean jacket under his arm for you

“I’ll even help you spruce it up! could put your favorite band on here, or rainbows and ponies, whatever the hell you want”

and he loves seeing you in it. he feels this insane pride when, even on a hot day, you’ve got it tied around your waist because you just wanna show off the cool jacket your boyfriend got you

eddie, in return, doesn’t want anything fancy

as I said before, he’s used to making do with what he has, but he always appreciates when you do go out of your way to get him something

even if you pick some flowers off the side of the road and present it to him at the door to his trailer on movie night, he’ll act like you’ve just given him a dozen red roses and keep them in a vase on his window sill until they start to die

and even then he’ll just dry them out and put them back in the vase afkdjfsdf

also pls give him new patches for his jacket

literally every single thing you’ve given him is displayed somewhere in his room or kept in a shoebox in his closet for safekeeping

he never wants to lose a thing. he’s 100% the type to keep things from his loved ones for as long as possible

also.... if ur into it.... I think he’d really like to get matching piercings with you

it would be a spur of the moment kinda thing? and probably something small in case you might get in trouble

you hold each other’s hands when you get them done and he’s got the biggest smile on his face when you’re all done

even if you don’t end up getting a piercing, he’ll really appreciate you being there. he’ll even pretend the piercing really hurts (it’s like his fifth one) so you’ll comfort him with kisses afterwards

speaking of which,, eddie is such a sucker for physical comfort

eddie is a big fan of casual touch so it shouldn’t be a surprise

before you start dating, eddie would grab you by the shoulders or tackle you in the hallway on the way to class

you get very used to feeling his hands on you whenever the two of you were in the same vicinity

if you had an issue with this, he’d of course back off because he’s a Gentleman, but if you’re fine with it, he’s just all over you all the time

it’s kind of what gives it away that he has feelings for you before he confesses

as those feelings deepen, the touches become a lot less casual

instead of jerking you around by the shoulders, he squeezes them gently between his big hands, sometimes bold enough to let his fingers graze your collarbone just to see you shiver

he’d come in for big hugs and tuck his face into your neck, mouth SUSPICIOUSLY close to the skin there

(the closer and more comfortable you are, the more likely he is to plant a sneaky little kiss there. so faint, you spend the rest of the day in a daze wondering if it actually happened)

he comes up behind you very often and the heat of him at your back as he taunts you in a low voice damn near sends your eyes rolling into the back of your head-

I’m getting carried away

now, these gestures are easy for him because they’re often not openly sensual. you could pass it off as him just playing around, trying to tease you

but when you’re dating and he’s off the deep end? even the slightest touch can have him melting

you’re sitting behind him on his mattress while he plays guitar and you start braiding his hair? skdjfasfkjfsf

you wipe his face clean after getting messy cooking in his kitchen? AKSFJAKSJFfh

you’re goofing around and blow some smoke into his mouth in lieu of a kiss? just like. kill him already

he’s sos daksjfkafsfaddfadgsd\

AHHHHHHH

god,,, you turn him into the biggest simp

you’re the morticia to his gomez, he fucking worships you

and finally, he loves spending time with you

he absolutely ropes you into the hellfire club, and whether you play or just like to watch, he’s always looking over his dm screen to steal glimpses of you

he’s especially elated if you’re following along with the story every week if you’re not playing

and if you are playing, he tries very hard not to give you extra special treatment because the boys would tear him limb from limb

he loves playing guitar for you as well

because you come over so often, he often plays you songs that his band is working on and love songs that he’s had on repeat since he first met you

he gets a little twitchy and nervous when you watch him so intently but the way your eyes light up during his performance is like. he could die right then and there and have no regrets other than not getting to spend the rest of his life with you

when he gets really riled up over jason being a dickhead, you’ll take him into the woods behind school where he’ll vent and then scream it out together with you until you’re both laughing and spent

and every single time, no matter what, he’s so thankful that you gave him a chance

he just loves you a lot. you make the shitty parts of life feel less shitty

you know that quote from everything, everywhere, all at once? the one that’s like “in another life, I would’ve really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you”? eddie feels that way for you

even if everything else sucks, he really does believe having you to come back to would make it all worth it

[inkdippedfingers]

Bb and nickel thingy. the flowers are relevant to them too!! Same with the Pb drawing. i love flower language

[val-the-bookworm]

Nicky Valentino (from Fictif) is an absolute comfort character for me, which means I’ve collected some information about him!

I just feel like I need to share what I’ve gathered with others who might be interested! Feel free to comment any other facts/headcannons/etc you guys have, I love to hear what other people think or picked up!

First off, here is a list of actual facts that can be found in the story or stated by the authors of TATW:

* The story takes place some time after April 1925 (cause Nicky knew about The Great Gatsby), but before August 1929 (because the story takes place before The Great Depression) - which is a 4 year 4 month time difference

* Possibly before 1928 (which is when phones changed from the candlestick) — that would make it a 3 year time gap

* He keeps a small tin of dog treats in his breast pocket incase he stumbles upon a stray

* There was a 3 year age gap between him and his sister

* His birthday is on November 12th.

* Nicky's favourite animal is the wolf.

* Nicky’s zodiac is Scorpio.

* His favourite colour is blue.

* His favourite alcoholic drink is whiskey.

* His favourite dishes are lobster, PB&J and anything made by MC.

* His favourite books are This Side Of Paradise and The Sun Also Rises.

* He was born in Sicily, Italy. Grew up in South Brooklyn

* Nicky is Catholic.

* His crimes include bootlegging, racketeering, obstruction of justice and loansharking.

* He did not enjoy his first time.

* His first kiss was when he was 15.

* His celebrity crush is Gloria Swanson.

* His dad kicked him out of the house for dressing like a gangster.

* He used to shine shoes as a teenager.

* In Chapter 9, two of his other henchmen are named/called Johnnyboy and Richie.

* In Chapter 10, it's revealed that he has made several charitable donations to a homeless shelter, a boys and girls club, and the church he went to as a kid.

* HE SINGS SWANEE TO MC WHILE THEY DANCE ON A BRIDGE AT NIGHT (I absolutely adore this song, so I about passed out when I read this scene lol)

* He is big reader and likes to learn from the books

* He grew up with big dogs

* If he wasn’t a gangster he would own a dog rescue center or be a model

* He is left handed

* His parents are from the country

* He had lots of nightmares as a kid

* His sister, Sofia, loved daisies

* Central Park is one of his favorite places in the city

* He prefers blackjack over poker

* This man straight up had flower crowns for us to wear and dance in before the wedding (I’d like to think he made them with the help of a maid who taught him)

Now some of my personal headcannons:

* When Mc and him are riding together he sits in the seat diagonal to the driver, cause that is the most dangerous seat in the mob world

* An Italian pet name Nicky calls MC is ‘Cara Mia’ which translates to my dear

* If Nicky and Mc have a daughter they would name her Sofia in memory his little sister.

* Definitely has some children’s books scattered among his bookshelf, considering he said…

* He would most definitely do that thing where his kid stands on top of his feet and then dances them around the room

* Would be so down to adopt kids. Growing up on the streets, and having a horrible father, make him want to help all of the children in a similar position

* Would definitely want a big Italian family (if Mc was also down) cause he find family so important, and it makes him so happy to see their children. If Mc only wanted one kid though he would totally be fine, he is just so soft for the family dynamic and his kids

* (Ultrasounds weren’t a thing until the 1950’s, but let’s say they were created sooner) Nick would 110% tear up/cry seeing the first ultrasound, and once the baby is born and in Mc/his hands for the first time

* He LIVES for the cute domestic stuff. Like just cuddling and/or talking: ✅ Washing dishes together: sold! Making breakfast for Mc/together: a must!

* Nick has bi-wife energy and no one can convince me otherwise

* This man’s love language is 110% acts of service

And finally my last category for this list; all of the nicknames he calls MC:

* Toots

*honey

*(my)love

*sugar

*gorgeous

*baby

*sweetheart

*my one and only

*doll face

*sweet thing

*sweets

*my queen

[everythingpresley]

Acts of Service (Elvis Presley x Reader)

summary: Elvis surprises reader with french toast.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+)

Author's Note: Light and fluffy with some smut! Question, what do you guys think Elvis' love language was?

“Come on doll!” Elvis whined standing outside of the bathroom.

“Okay, okay.” I laughed walking out of the bathroom in a sundress “Hold your horses.”

“It will get cold!” 

“What will?” I asked. 

“It’s a surprise. Now come on.” He said and pulled me by my hand like a little kid trying to lead their parent to some toy they just saw. I giggled as he pulled me down the stairs and to the kitchen but stopped right before we entered. I looked at him confused as to why we stopped.

“Wait.” He said and walked behind me to cover my eyes.

“Is that really necessary?” 

“Yes!” He replied and lightly pushed me forward to walk into the kitchen. 

“Okay.” He said and removed his hand from my eyes. 

I grinned seeing the neatly set table with a fresh bouquet of my favorite flowers, orange juice and a stack of french toast and bacon. 

“You made all of this?” I asked him, my heart softening at the gesture.

He smiled softly and nodded then he walked over and pulled a chair out for me to sit. 

“I know how much you love french toast so I thought I would try to make them for you.” He said and it made me want to cry.

“Honey-” I smiled with tears in my eyes.

“You haven’t even tried it yet mama.” He laughed.

“It’s the thought that matters.” I replied and blinked back my tears. It was so sweet especially knowing he doesn’t really cook except for the occasional PB&Js but that’s not really considered cooking. 

“Yeah well I know your love language is Acts of service so double the points.” He said which made me laugh because only a few weeks ago I was reading a book on love languages to him, not thinking he was actually listening.

My love languages are acts of service and quality time while his are physical touch and quality time. So I always made sure that he had my undivided attention when we’re together and actually be able to spend time together with his busy schedule. It’s easier since we have the same love language so we’re both able to satisfy ourselves. 

“Okay. Try them.” He bounced in his spot, excitedly. 

“Okay.” I laughed and poked the toast, setting one on my plate and throwing some maple syrup on top. Cutting the corner of the toast, I lifted the fork up to my mouth and took a bite. Biting down, a loud crunch was heard.

I laughed, it wasn’t supposed to be crunchy and looked up at Elvis who was standing opposite where I sat at the kitchen table. He frowned and reached over to take the plate from me.

“No.” I said and pulled the plate back “Let me try the middle part.” 

I cut into the toast once again and popped in my mouth, humming in delight “Elvis, that’s so good baby!” 

It was genuinely so good. 

He narrowed his eyes and looked at me questionably.

“Really!” I said and ate some more. 

Elvis quickly took the rest of the stack and placed the plate on the kitchen counter with his back towards me so I couldn’t see what he was doing. I raised my eyebrow but continued eating and grabbed some bacon. 

He turned back around and placed the stack back on the table. 

I laughed, throwing my head back once I saw that he cut the crunchy crust off from the rest. 

I got up from the dining chair and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Best french toast I’ve ever had.” I smiled and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Better than that diner you love so much?” He smirked, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Waaaay better!” I lied.   

He pouted dramatically and pushed me off of him “Liar.”

I giggled and followed him out of the kitchen “Honey I swear it’s really good! And it’s even better because you made it.” 

I reached for his hand and pulled him back to me. I cupped his face and swept little kisses all over his face. He loved when I did that so he instantly smiled. 

“Now come on, you didn’t even get to try it.” 

“Oh I did.” He replied then walked over to the trash can, pulling the lid open. I looked at him with a confused look on my face, walking over to him and peeked at the trash can to see maybe 10 pieces of french toast burnt to crisp. 

I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. I could just imagine him going through a whole loaf of bread just to make a few pieces of french toast and judging from the trash I think he did. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck again “I would gladly eat your burnt pieces of toast baby.”

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes and pushed me away from him, trying not to smile. 

“Are you sure your love language is physical touch?” I joked because he pushed me off of him twice. 

He pulled me back to him by my waist and slowly trailed his hands down my back and cupped my butt cheeks, squeezing them tightly “I only said that so that I can touch your glorious ass whenever I please.” He grinned. 

“You are so annoying.” I said and pinched his butt cheek “Can you come eat with me now?”

He nodded and plopped down on the dining chair, pulling me along with him to sit on his lap. 

I cut into another piece of toast and picked up the fork to feed him. I cupped his chin to make sure the syrup doesn’t drip on him and fed him the small piece of toast. 

He hummed and nodded “I did good!”

“I told you.” I chuckled and planted a kiss on his cheek. 

Once we were done with breakfast we still remained seated in the same position, I was running my fingers through his hair while he had his eyes closed.

“Do you want me to bathe you?” I asked softly.

He grinned and opened his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes that I loved so much “Would you mommy?”

I grinned and kissed his lips “I would love to baby.”

If there was one thing that Elvis loved, it was being babied and held. He loved when I would wash his hair and body. 

I stood up and pulled him by the hand, intertwining my fingers with his as we walked up to our bedroom and into the bathroom. 

He stood still while I stripped him down to his birthday suit and doing the same to myself. I turned on the shower head and we both stepped into the shower. 

Even though I could tell we were both extremely turned on by one another we both just wanted to take a relaxing shower together. 

I went to squeeze out some of his shampoo when he stopped me, placing a hand over mine “Can you use your coconut shampoo? I wanna smell like you.” He smiled sheepishly. 

I smiled and nodded, squeezing out my shampoo.

I reached forward ran my hands through his hair, massaging his scalp gently while he closed his eyes and groaned in satisfaction. 

I then squirted some body wash on the loofah and slowly scrubbed his body. I turned him around so that I could scrub his back and while I was doing that I couldn’t help but slap his bubble butt. 

“Hey!” He looked over his shoulder while I giggled. 

I rinsed off the shampoo from his hair and body. I planted little kisses on his back, running my hands down his arms and turned him back to face me, rinsing his front.

“Can I do you now?” He asked. 

“Sure.” I said and turned my back to him as he started applying shampoo to my hair. He swept my hair to the side and kissed my neck. 

I arched my neck back, laying my head against his shoulder when he pulled me back against him, feeling his erection on my butt.

“Ahm. Can you finish your job?” I cleared my throat. 

“Right. Sorry.” He replied and rinsed off my hair. Then he placed his hands on shoulders, turning me back to face him. Then slowly running his hands down my curves, his eyes darkening as they roamed my body.

He looked up at the ceiling for a second.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, confused. 

“Thinking.” He replied then looked back down at me with mischief in his eyes. 

He grinned, biting his lower lip then cupped my pussy. 

I gasped, gripping his arm “Elvis!”

He ran his fingers through my already wet folds. I moaned, jutting my hips forward. 

“Elvis, you said you’d bathe me.” I pouted, pushing his hands away. 

“I couldn’t help it. My beautiful wife is standing in front of me with that heavenly body of hers, I have to touch it.” He said, getting down on his knees as he kissed up my thighs “And appreciate it because lord almighty I have to let you know how beautiful you are.” He said in between kisses. 

I grabbed his hair and pulled him back, letting him look up at me. 

“You’re gonna fuck me in this shower and then you’re gonna wash my body.” I told him. 

“Anything for my princess.” He grinned “Plus I know you’d be mad if I fucked you after bathing you because you’d want to wash your body again.”

“Smart man.” I replied, letting go of his hair.

He kept looking at me like he was waiting for something.

“What?”

“You know what.” He frowned. 

I smirked and pulled him up to stand. Pressing my body against his, my pussy against his cock, I whispered in his ear “Fuck me daddy.”

He moaned, throwing his head back. He gripped my hips and lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist and slammed me against the glass. 

I gasped at the force “Elvis! The glass will break!” 

“It’s okay, I’ll get it replaced if it does.”

I frowned and turned my head to see behind me and I could see us in the long mirror of the bathroom, my ass pressed up against the glass. 

He held my face and turned my face back to him, smashing his lips on mine. 

“I love you.” He said, thrusting his cock into me “Tight as ever for me mommy.”

I moaned, gripping his shoulders tightly. I scratched down his back as he pounded into me. He groaned in my ear making me even more hot. 

He moaned, his eyes fixated behind me “Oh you should see how good your ass looks pressed up against the glass while I fuck you raw.” He rasped. 

Elvis sped up his pace, pounding into me with all his might when we heard a loud crack. 

“Fuck!” Elvis said and gripped my hips, turning me away from the glass. 

“Did it break?” I panted, legs still wrapped around him and his cock still inside of me. 

“Just a small crack.” Elvis replied “I’ll get someone to come fix it tomorrow.” He said and slammed me against the wall this time, continuing where we left off. 

Once we were done and out, I grabbed a towel drying myself before throwing on a bathrobe while Elvis dried himself off, wrapping the towel around his waist. 

Ugh. My husband is so hot, I thought, biting down on my lip while my eyes trailed down his tanned, hairy chest.

“I know.” He said, smirking.

“What?” I asked. 

“You just said my husband is so hot.” He chucked.

“I said that out loud?” I asked, my face flushed and my cheeks darkening. He laughed and nodded.

“Why are you blushing?” He laughed, poking my cheek “You tell me way worse stuff, that was very tame for you.” 

“I know. I just didn't know I said it out loud.” I chuckled. 

I grabbed a smaller towel and started drying my hair while he did the same. We both stood next to each other in the mirror, he started doing his hair, placing some hair gel while I combed through mine deciding to just let it air dry. 

I lifted my comb up to my mouth, pretending it’s a microphone “Lord Almighty! Feel my temperature rising!” I sang loudly and obnoxiously, copying his country accent “Sorry, this song has been going through my mind the moment you said lord almighty in the shower.”

“Oh god.” Elvis said, looking at me through the mirror with wide eyes.

“What? You don’t like the song? Fine. I’ll sing another one.” I said, not giving him a chance to answer.

“Hey baby! I ain’t askin’ much of you! No, no, no, no, no, no baby! I ain’t askin’ much of you! Just a big, a big, a big a hunk o’ love will do!” I sang leaning my back against Elvis’ side and lowered myself down his body, annoying him.

He turned to look at me, still looking at me with wide eyes and a gaping mouth “You’re just a natural born beehive! Filled with honey to the top! But I ain’t greedy, baby.” I ran my hands down his chest singing the next lyric “All I want is all you got no, no, no, baby!” 

Elvis reached forward and placed his hand on my mouth, stopping me from singing. I giggled against his hands “You are so annoying.” He said, trying not to smile and pretending he's annoyed when I know he’s not. 

He slowly slipped his hand off my mouth.

“But you love it.” I said, looking at him pointedly.

“Correction.” He said and tugged me closer to him by pulling on my bathrobe “I love you.” He smiled and kissed my lips. 

I  grinned, wrapping my arms around his neck “By the way, thank you for the french toast. It was really good and I love you too.” 

He grinned, planting a kiss on my ear, then poking his tongue in. I cringed and pushed him away while he laughed “You’re so annoying!” I said while wiping my ear. 

“But you love it!” He called out, walking out of the bathroom. 

“Well, honey! I love you, too much!” I continued singing, brushing through my hair. Elvis wasn’t in the bathroom anymore but I knew he could hear me from the bedroom “I need your lovin’! Too much!” 

Then the bathroom door slammed shut behind me which made me burst into laughter. 

[bangtansmauyeondan]

THIRTY-FIVE | S03 E04 - In Denial (Text Between Images)

Pairing: In-Studio Director!Jungkook x Stage Director!Fem Reader

Genre: rivals au, social media au, frenemies to lovers, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, crack.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of abandonment, alcohol consumption, harmless scheming, dare, bet, smut

Summary: It has always been the battle of the best between you and your college rival, Jungkook. What happens when years later, you cross paths again working for the same network broadcasting company, and the competitive flame is rekindled? Well, a whole new drunken bet that determines your futures wasn’t in your line of vision but here you are… and you have until 35.

SERIES TAGLIST: @fragmentof-indifference @babyboo22 @dionysusenthusiast @luaspersona @timelessruins @royallyjjk @sandraviolante-blog @quarter-life-crisis2 @jub-jub @pb-n-juju @jeonxgoogiee @sugaluvmyg @lookformyvoice @fairy-jaykay @juju-227592 @such-a-wh0re @hoseoksluv89 @exhibitachol @kleirielk @era-genius @hyuneyeon

PERMANENT TAGLIST: @jinsquishes @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya @taestefully-in-luv @pamzn @wrmnssoul @ygbubs @halesandy @jayhope88 @bnagtanx1306 @pinkseokchim @busanbby-jjk @babycandy111

•••

There was a spring in your step as you hopped off of your car at the parking lot of RKive 360. You looked around and noticed that after a long, gray winter, the colors of spring have finally appeared in full force. Trees that were bare of leaves and flowers a few weeks ago are now in full bloom, with bright greens, yellows and pinks popping up everywhere. The warm sun slowly melted away the last of the snow and ice, and the days are becoming longer and brighter. The fresh air has a certain energy that can only be described as the joy of spring, reminding us of the beauty of nature and how life can thrive after a period of rest and renewal.Getting that unexpected call from Taehyung this morning before you left for work felt exactly just that: a breath of fresh air, renewal, and forgiveness.

It has now been three months since Jungkook unexpectedly came to your aid. He had been there just in time, lunging at Taehyung, literally sending him cowering down the floor by the force of the former’s strength. His actions were incredibly unexpected but welcomed – something you were sure you would never forget. He had no obligation to lend a hand, yet he decided to be there for you. He drove you home that night, and you ended up drinking and talking to each other until the wee hours of the morning on the steps of your brownstone building.

You talked about your past– after graduation, where you both had been before fate had thrown you together again, working in the same company. He told you he went to America to study even more and worked two jobs so he could buy the best equipment to record and edit videos on. He spent most of his free days hauled up in his closet creating his portfolio, and sending them out to every production and broadcasting company in New York. You learned that the reason he came back to Seoul was because Mingyu convinced him to do so, that he had submitted his portfolio to Namjoon and the latter had agreed to meet him. You told him that you went home and stayed with your family in Gangwon-do and spent most of your time attending workshops and conventions; one of them being hosted by a young multimedia start-up company owner, Kim Namjoon. You told him about how Namjoon started the company with only you and Yoongi in tow, and how Namjoon had worked all day and all night to make the company what it is today.

“Were you happy to see me after all these years?” he teased, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Don’t push it, Jeon.” You replied, squinting at him, which made him throw his head back in laughter.

The truth is, you were, and it seems like, so did your heart. You were just too scared to admit it. However, the way he smiled at you, the way he spoke to you like no one else had done before tonight made your heart beat fast and strong. It was like all the old feelings of admiration you had for him came back in full force, making you feel a little giddy. For the first time in a long time, despite what happened just a few hours back, you felt comfortable and at peace.

For the first few days after that incident, it felt a little awkward around Jungkook at work. You were constantly on edge because you didn’t know if you could fully trust him. You didn’t know what’s going on in terms of the legality, or lack thereof, of him threatening Taehyung. He did seem to notice though, as he pulled you to one side one day and convinced you to tell Namjoon, for your own safety. That same day, you realized how trustworthy Jungkook is, not only for keeping what happened that evening only between the two of you, but also for having your safety in mind. Not even a week later, your legal team has assured you that Jungkook’s threatening remark didn’t violate the terms and conditions between the company and the artist, but the artist’s actions against you clearly did. A restraining order against Taehyung was filed, his connection with RKive 360 was terminated, and you haven't heard from him again ever since.

You arrived at your desk and immediately logged onto your computer, opting to kick start your day early while it’s still relatively silent around you. You were going through your emails, as you usually do at the first hour of your shift, when Jungkook rolled up next to you literally, in his rolling leather chair. You didn’t notice his arrival because his desk is a good couple meters away and you had your headphones on. He reached out and lifted one of the cushioned ear cups, exposing your left ear, “Breakfast in the break room.”

“Hold on, let me just… reply to this one…” you typed up a quick reply, pursing your lips in concentration as Jungkook scooted closer to take a peek at your computer. “Did you already eat? You smell like maple syrup.”

“Who are you emailing and why are they more important than maple syrup?” Jungkook pouted and started rolling his chair around in lazy circles. “Come on, let’s go. The french toast is still warm and Mingyu’s already in the break room, inhaling them.”

“Let him, he’s a big boy. He needs that.”

Jungkook snorted at your remark. “Okaaaay,” he said in a singsong voice while getting up from his seat. “Just come when you’re done…”

“Mmkay…” you replied. You heard him go ‘Sohyunie, let’s eat’ cutely when he passed by Sohyun on his way back to the break room before you snuggled your headphones back on over your ears.

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A/N: Hiiii! How’s everyone? What do you want to see on the next update?

[harrisonarchive]

George and Pattie at the premiere of How I Won The War in London, October 18, 1967; photo by and © Harry Myers/Shutterstock.

“We were so different, from completely different backgrounds. He came from the north of England, Liverpool, and I suppose I felt more sophisticated than him. But we grew up together spirituality. It’s something you never lose.” - Pattie Boyd, Hello!, August 31, 2004

Q: “Was it heartbreaking to fall out of love with George Harrison? I mean, to fall in love with him is an amazing story.” Pattie Boyd: “Oh, it was heartbreaking, of course it was. You know, it was like… I was losing someone who was my best friend and who I adored, and we learnt an awful lot of very important things, issues, during our time together. We learnt them together. So this is something one will never forget.” Q: “What did he teach you, and what did you teach him?” PB: “No, we both learnt together. We learnt, you know, about art, about film making, about meditation, about all sorts of things.” - BBC Radio, September 2019

“I think probably the memory that will always remain with me is when he came to see me not long before he passed away. And he came over to my cottage and wanted to see the garden and wanted to see my darkroom because I’d been doing some printing, and, um, he wanted to see the flowers. And he said — he saw some flowers, tiny little flowers that were growing in a crack in the pavement, and the wind was blowing them. He referred to them as ‘shivering flowers,’ and I thought, ‘Oh God, that’s so sweet.’ He just had a wonderful view, and he used such a different language to describe what he was feeling or thinking. And, you know, he brought me a little gift, a little something for my studio, a little Krishna. And, you know, he was just always generous and kind and sweet and always had a good sense of humor.” - Pattie Boyd (on how she best remembers George), Every Little Thing With Ken Michaels, February 2019 (x)

You can read more recollections of the last time friends spent with George in last year’s series, lasts.

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Pattie Remembers George

Q: “Was it heartbreaking to fall out of love with George Harrison? I mean, to fall in love with him is an amazing story.” Pattie Boyd: “Oh, it was heartbreaking, of course it was. You know, it was like… I was losing someone who was my best friend and who I adored, and we learnt an awful lot of very important things, issues, during our time together. We learnt them together. So this is something one will never forget.” Q: “What did he teach you, and what did you teach him?” PB: “No, we both learnt together. We learnt, you know, about art, about film making, about meditation, about all sorts of things.” - BBC Radio, September 2019 “I think probably the memory that will always remain with me is when he came to see me not long before he passed away. And he came over to my cottage and wanted to see the garden and wanted to see my darkroom because I’d been doing some printing, and, um, he wanted to see the flowers. And he said — he saw some flowers, tiny little flowers that were growing in a crack in the pavement, and the wind was blowing them. He referred to them as ‘shivering flowers,’ and I thought, ‘Oh God, that’s so sweet.’ He just had a wonderful view, and he used such a different language to describe what he was feeling or thinking. And, you know, he brought me a little gift, a little something for my studio, a little Krishna. And, you know, he was just always generous and kind and sweet and always had a good sense of humor.”

Pattie Boyd (on how she best remembers George), Every Little Thing With Ken Michaels, February 2019

[rezniiks]

pb&j headcanon coming right up!

☆ Johnny always had the fattest crush on ponyboy

☆ Ponyboy was literally clueless like the entire time

☆ Johnny would give Ponyboy things as a love language, whether or not it was expensive, he'd always try to make them heartfelt and deep. Even just flowers of Pb's favorite colors if he couldn't afford anything else would work

☆ Ponyboy would always appreciate it, and in return he'd just hang out with Johnny for hours on end and make sure that he was okay

☆ Neither of them had actually confessed, i'd like to think that maybe a soc or one of the greasers found out and teased them about it, or a greaser found out and told each of them they liked each other

☆ Johnny's love language is touch and gift giving

☆ Ponyboy's love language is words and poems

☆ Since it took place in the 50s/60s, there was a looot of homophobia around. The gang was all supportive, not all of them might have understood it, but they'd support them nonetheless.

☆ Adding to the one above, they most likely had to hide it quite a lot. Or just pretending to be best buds!

☆ I'd like to think they went to Italy at one point so Ponyboy could see where Johnny and his ancestors came from

☆ Dallas would tease them all the time abt liking each other

☆ Ponyboy was always awkward and embarrassed, not sure exactly what to do since he'd never dated anyone, let alone a man, before

☆ Johnny is also clueless, but with the help of Dally, he turned out to be a really good bf!!

☆ That's all for now, folks! request a ship for some more headcanons<3☆