pb&j

Ok so @littlestpersimmon has my all time favorite fam jam art style. Like I dare anyone to disagree with me when I say their stuff is tear inducing and awe inspiring. Hence I commissioned them to do this for piece a scene that I was writing for my pb&j fic but instead I stared at it for twenty minutes, wrote some fluff based on it, and made the last chapter super long to wrap it up because damn doesn’t this make you want nothing but happiness for them?

So in conclusion pb&j is pure, Bell is a beautiful human being, thank you for your time.

Kiss for Luck

Because fair is fair in magical healthy poly pb&j AU land.
And Look. In this universe in the inevitable future where the Aces and the Falconers play each other for the Stanley Cup, regardless of who wins, everybody wins. Because either way Bitty gets to figure out some sort of creative food for everyone to eat out of it.

(I drew this because I had a fierce need for playoff beards and hockey gear and flow!Jack and stuff.)




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i’m in such pimmbits mood…..

  • Bitty coming home from his job and tiptoeing around bc he knows that his two boys are napping in their room
  • Kent being woken up by a kiss because it’s dinnertime and Jack got up early to help make burgers
  • the three of them talking about their day in the kitchen and laughing at the things that happened
  • kent and bitty laughing hilariously at jack’s terrible jokes because they love him too much and ergo jack thinks that he’s a genuinely funny guy
  • keeping kit away from the table is hard because kent used to let her jump up all the time when he was in vegas
  • bitty complaining about his coworkers and jack and kent nodding along
  • talking about how the game went, how the goals were and the defense of the other team
  • examining injuries and getting massages from each other 
  • they all sleep in same double king sized bed but there’s a smaller bed in their bedroom that one of them take when they want room for themselves
  • throwing bombass dinner parties where bitty gets to make dozens and dozens of minipies and quiches and other party favors and kent gets to lounge around holding a wine glass
  • kent is not as easy pick up and throw over the shoulder as bitty is, so jack bridal carries him when he wants to pick him up
  • the two of them love ganging up on bitty because he’s so small that they can toss him around with ease. not even in a sexy way but in a regular roughhousing way

i just tried PEANUTBUTTER AND JAM TOGETHER AND WHAT THE FUCK IT TASTES SO GOOD HOLY SHIT HOW???? WHY I DIDNT KNOW THAT SOONER IM 24 FOR GODS SAKE ITS 24 YEARS WASTED EATING THIS SHIT SEPARATELY I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS ANOTHER AMERICAN BULLSHIT THING BUT NO !!! ITS ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD!!!!!! YOU MIGHT HAVE TRUMP BUT YOU’VE DONE THIS PB&J SHIT GOOD AMERICANS CONGRATS IM IMPRESSED

yesterday i meet my best friend delynn ( @catearsandflannels ) for the first time ever after three years of communicating online and wow.. we had such an amazing time in new york city. i am so happy this happened and expect a ton of photos on here in the near future, but i love ya delynn and our pb&j friendship. 💙🖤

I’m a sucker for PB&J I swear to god. I bet getting enough sleep is hell though, and not for the “nudge nudge, wink wink” type reasons, either

Bitty is talkative enough, but you just know that Kent is the sort of person whose mind wakes up when he’s trying to sleep, like

Kent: So if I’m borderline… what am I borderline to?

Jack: Please sleep

Kent: Does “borderline personality disorder” mean that it’s borderline to being a personality disorder, or that I have a borderline personality?

Jack:

Kent: If I have a borderline personality, then it’s borderline what?

Kent: I bet I’m borderline majestic

Jack: Go to SLEEP

Bitty: No no, honey, Kent raises a good question, let’s brainstorm…

Bitty, meanwhile, probably sleep talks. None of it makes sense but sometimes he sits bolt upright in the middle of the night and freaks the other two out.

But Kent is the one who steals the blankets. Once, he annoyed Jack so much that Jack shoved him off the bed. But he dragged the duvet with him and ended up rolled up on the floor like a burrito, still asleep, while Bitty made Jack grab the spare blanket.

Jack sleeps like an octopus. He rolls over in the middle of the night and just grabs on to one or the other of them. Jack likes hugs, okay

And then the professional hockey players wake up before the student and bicker over who gets to make him breakfast

finefineitsfine  asked:

🔥💃👏 pbj

*has to change from holsom playlist to pb&j playlist* *promptly switches to bittyparse playlist because wow pb&j is angst central and I should get a secondary playlist* 

“—I wasn’t even thinking when I turned the fire extinguisher on them, but it freaked ‘em out enough that they left with the drunk guy.”

Kent cackles. The sound of it buzzes through the air. There’s a tension in it, a static charge searching for something to ground it.

Jack blushes. Kent notices, sobering up. He shifts his weight from his right leg to his left.

“Sorry,” Kent rests the lip of his bear bottle between his teeth. “It’s a good story.”

“What’s so funny?” Bitty budges through the crowd of inebriated dancers.

He makes it a point to lean against the wall space between the two, watching them carefully. Kent hadn’t been keen on coming to this kegster. He was still reeling over how the last one ended. But this was different, they kept reminding him. There was no honor to reclaim. No friendship or love to rekindle. There was no objective for tonight other than to have fun.

“Zimms was telling me the fire extinguisher story.” Kent jostles his shoulder casually, amicably.

“Lord,” Bitty crinkle his nose. “Why on earth would you wanna hear about the football team?”

Luckily, someone stops by just then to ask for a selfie with Jack and Kent. Zimmermann and Parse—Zimms and Kenny—the dream team they’ve been calling them all season. People had strong reactions to their reunion (namely relief if you were a Falconers fan, fear if you weren’t). Kent thinks, hopes, Bitty’s forgotten the question. However, the second he looks away from the random party goer (selfie face still plastered tightly on) Bitty’s staring at him expectantly.

Kent sighs, “I wanted to know.”

Eric still doesn’t get it. “Know what?” he persists.

“What made you fall in love with him,” he says softly. The words have a quite resignation. Like a man who knew the ending of a tale before it even started. Like someone who was used to not being enough.

Bitty’s face falls. “Oh honey, he had me long before that.”

Kent nods, “good to know.”

Jack huffs, “I think we need some air.”

Bitty and Kent follow him out back without protest. The music is as loud out there as it is inside of the Haus. There are less bodies and heat, however, so Kent can think a little clearer. He thinks about the song that was playing when he arrived the last time. The lyrics seemed significant yet trivial at the time. Like his body new something about that night that his mind was catching up to.

“When the answer in what you want is in the question you state,” he finds himself murmuring.

Bitty blanches, trying to decode his meaning. Jack snorts. Which means of course, of course, Jack knows what he’s thinking. Jack has a way of reading him like a book.

“We took a class together that semester,” Jack begins without context. “Bits was helping me with a final project.”

“Yea that was it alright,” Bitty hums with a rueful smile.

“Was that it for you?” Kenny asks, excitement fluttering in his gut.

Jack shakes his head, “after we lost the Frozen Four that year.”

“Wow, that’s super romantic,” Kent chirps.

“It was,” Bitty smiles fondly. He leans over to kiss Jack’s cheek. “That was the longest I’d ever held someone before. It was nice.”

Kent feels the tightness of his lips. This is why he came; this is why he sticks around. They’re perfect for each other. And for some reason, they want him too. It’s a relief more than a burden most days. Kent knows today was easier than most, for all of them.

Jack clears his throat, taking Kent’s hand and pulling him into the side of him currently unoccupied by Bitty. Kent doesn’t look up as he feels Jack’s lips hover over his temple. Kent’s eyes flutter shut. For a moment, he’s sixteen again and everything’s momentarily peaceful. He opens them again, realizing that he’s twenty-seven and not everything’s perfect. But it’s gotten a lot easier to say it’s ok.

“It was the memorial cup,” Jack continues. “We were hugging and all I could think was, ‘I love it right here.’”

Kent nods, in understanding. A lot about that time was still muddled in trauma and anxiety. Everything about their lives and emotions were so high. It was ages ago, however. The scars were still visible, but mostly faded.

Bitty nudges Kent, “last winter. You were late to your own game because of me.”

Kent’s brows furrow, “Bits, you broke your arm. How could I not—”

Bitty chuckles, “I know. That’s when I knew.”

A warmth overflows from Kent’s heart. He looks between both of them and wonders how did he end right back here? At some lame party and some dumb college in the middle of the Boston suburbs. Only, it isn’t some lame party. From what he’s been told Epikegsters are legendary. You never know what (or who) will come up.

“We were sixteen,” Kent’s voice catches a little. “Your parents let me stay the night. We snuck out and went to that Arcade Fire show. I remember standing in that crowd and—I grabbed your hand. I thought you were gonna push me away.”

Jack nods, a sad smile gracing his lips.

“He pulled me in Bits,” Kent feels his face radiating. “Our first kiss was around five hundred other sweaty assholes.”

Bitty laughs, wiping a tear from his eye. “Of course, it was.”                

“And you—” Kent takes Eric’s hand, kissing it with all the tenderness he can muster after three beers. (He briefly considers that this must be what adulthood feels like.) “You were in that kitchen, chirping me about an assist.”

Bitty tilts his head in confusion. “When was that?”

Kent squints. “Two months? After that one kegster.”

Bitty’s mouth opens to say something, probably some protest about ‘why didn’t you say something sooner’.” Instead, Jack swoops in to kiss Eric. Kent sighs in relief. Some questions take time. Some answers take even longer to get said. Kent’s fine with postponing this conversation. He’s got all the time in the world to tell them how much he loves them.

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Don’t Let Me Die Before I Wake

Pairings: Bitty/Kent, Kent/Jack, Bitty/Jack/Kent, Bitty/Jack
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~106k
Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, assassins, near death experiences, minor character death, weapons, angst with a happy ending, lots (and lots) of sex
Summary:  This is the end, Eric thinks. He’s been kidnapped and sentenced to death and this is the end. But well—at least his kidnapper is attractive. He supposes there are worse ways to go.
Author’s Note:
Alternate summary provided by @jacksbits
bitty: *meets a man who is likely to kill him*
bitty: aw shit
bitty: i’d fuck him tho

All (completely accurate plot) jokes aside, this fic is finally done!!! Wow, what a roller coaster. This fic started with the premise of ‘Kent would be a terrible kidnapper, wouldn’t he? haha!’ and completely snowballed into the story you see here. I had most of everything plotted out (minus some of the twists and sex scenes) from the very beginning, but it took way… way longer to get it all out than I thought it would. Thanks so much to those of you who’ve stuck with it this entire time, and for those who might’ve been waiting for it to finish before you started reading—it’s done!!!

Thanks to @yoursummerfrost and @jacksbits both for reading and betaing the whole entire thing for me. There are many others who I screamed at about this for a good chunk of time, and thanks to all of you as well <3

Don’t Let Me Die Before I Wake

(Final Chapter)