#please. someone come join me and get me all cozy and sleepy and convince me to put my phone down around midnight for a change

[heartbeetz]

Lately I've been consistently staying up til at least 4am (last night it was 5) for no goddamn reason just bc I'm not doing anything that would require me to be well-rested. And then sleeping in until 11am and doing it all over again. I now understand the "f/o drags you to bed and makes you go to sleep" genre of post. That used to feel annoying to me bc I'm In Charge Of Myself but like. Ok I get it. Please make me sleep. Please.

[volleyball-dontknowher]

Daichi x reader x Suga headcanons

First part is SFW second is NSFW 

This was a request by @aexonian​ that was so fun to write!!!! 

Words ~2.8 k 

Requests are open!! 

SFW

So it all kinda just happened like you don’t really know how but pretty much you made out with Daichi then made out with Suga and then caught the two of them making out and it was all kinda like yep lets do this and that’s how it started

You all are super close with each other and you have to tell the two of them everything because they genuinely are and when they ask a question they want the real answer not some phony answer because they can see right through you 

Every time someone leaves for more than ten minutes they get a goodbye kiss and always told to be safe and text you when they get there 

Super supportive and really good at when one of you is hanging out with friends that they get the time without being bothered

Daichi is one for phone calls when he needs something and Suga is way bigger on texting 

You all take turns planning dates but you and Suga are secretly competing to see who has the best date and which one is better and you can’t let Daichi in on this competition because his dates are literally always the best and you can’t have him win every time

When you go out to nice restaurants Daichi is always the one to pull out your chair and always tries to do it for Suga too but Suga is always trying to do it for Daichi or you so it doesn’t work out 

When you all go out they love holding your hands and just having you walk between the two of them because they are both so gorgeous that no one can say anything and if they do Daichi gets furious and will start yelling at the poor soul until you and Suga can calm him down 

Daichi is definitely super protective of the two of you but is super confident about your relationship 

Suga gets a little nervous sometimes and will over think and convince himself of a lot of things like you would be happier if it was just you and Daichi because then you would be a normal couple or that you are ignoring him or something like that and you and Daichi can always tell when he is being weird and it takes a few reassuring kisses and cuddles to help him overcome his worries because the two of you can be so freaking loving like you would never leave him out

The three of you always go shopping together for groceries because they are both absolutely amazing chefs and like to choose out the ingredients for their meals and it is one of their favorite things to be able to cook for the three of you 

If they could they would both not let the other cook because they use it as a way of showing their love and affection 

If you like to cook you are going to have to fight for your days or get one day a week so they can each have three and avoid the argument of who gets the fourth day 

You hardly ever have takeout because even after a long day they like to cook because it is a good form of stress relief and they can make whatever you would order, homemade pizza, sushi, thai food literally anything they can do it’s amazing 

If you wrap your arms around either of their waists and just rest your head on their back they are going to just melt and be so happy, if you are doing it to Daichi and Suga sees he sometimes will come and wrap his arms around you and the three of you just stand there for a moment 

Literally you all love cuddling together and you always switch up who is in the middle of the snuggles and when you cuddle you like to give them both lots of little kisses 

Speaking of kisses they are so different when it comes to kissing it is crazy 

Daichi is very strong and his kisses reflect that, they capture your lips and he has full control of the kiss and his hands like to be on your hips or sides

Suga is a lot sweeter with kisses and will share the control with you and is going to love to have a hand cupping your cheek or laced in your hair 

You try to give them equal amounts of kisses but it’s hard because Suga is always right there to kiss and if you kiss him he always takes time to kiss you back and Daichi always is doing something and sometimes kisses are just you pecking him and him giving you a little kiss back 

They are literally so sweet when you sleep together you typically have Daichi in the middle of the three of you because if you wake him up trying to get out of bed to go pee he will be in a grouchy mood for the rest of the day and cannot get over it, but if one of you is in the middle you better expect to be laying in bed later than usual because Daichi usually goes to the gym in the morning but he can’t help himself but pull you closer and just appreciate you 

They both sleep shirtless and in boxers and they loveee if you go to bed in one of their shirts, it just makes them so happy 

Will fight for you to wear their shirts because they are so big and cute on you and sometimes Daichi will give Suga one of his shirts (or Suga will steal it) and it’s not as big on him but it’s still hot 

You all give each other kisses good night and you love to just be wrapped in each other’s embrace and just sleeping is a big mess of limbs 

Literally the sweetest boyfriends in the world if I haven’t made that clear yet

Because Daichi usually goes to the gym early in the morning you and Suga wake up with each other in the mornings and it is always really sweet, you like to shower in the mornings so Suga will make the two of you coffee as you get towels and then the two of you like to shower together, sleepy but cozy you end up just burying your head in his chest while the hot water runs over the two of you, and it is some of your favorite bonding moments with him 

You and Suga also really like to choose out the other’s outfit for the day because you like to change up their style and just get to see them in your favorite things and it’s a constant reminder of him throughout your day 

If you don’t have leftovers to pack for lunch you like to bring each other lunch that day, Suga is the hardest to bring lunch because he only has half an hour to eat lunch at the school but you still try and it is always super fun to see his face when you walk into his classroom with food

Daichi is a little bit more flexible so when you two have lunch together you like to go to parks and have a picnic together 

You do sometimes do the thing where two of you go out together just to make sure that you get to spend some quality alone time and it’s always super romantic and sweet and you can’t help yourself but get giddy when you get to go on those special dates with them 

You and Suga get to design your apartment because Daichi could not tell you if two things looked good together or not so when you go to Ikea you both kinda just hold Daichi’s hand and tell him to trust you 

You get each other a lot of little gifts and like to really listen to them individually and get them personalized things that you know they are going to like and they cherish them so much 

You also like to dance around in the kitchen or living room with them while listening to music and it is always really soft and sweet because their hands will be on your waist and your on their shoulders and it’s always Suga’s music because he has the best taste for moments like this

When you go for walks the three of you like to match colors because it is super cute and also shows that you all three go together and are not available 

They both love taking pictures with you and both of their feeds are going to be filled with pictures of the three of you 

Daichi has a really cute one of you and Suga snuggled up next to each other with the caption “my whole world” and just super sweet things like that 

You can always tell when one of them had a bad day and you go to extra lengths to put them in a better mood, you’ll draw them a bath and give them a massage with a lot of kisses and they always know and do the same to you 

NSFW

Let me just say this first the sex is going to be amazing and it is going to be frequent 

You are going to have full on sex probably once a week but that doesn’t mean that you aren’t going to be fucking a lot more than that

They both are super big but completely different, Daichi is longer and wider than Suga but Suga is still extremely impressive

Oral is going to be super common, like no one is surprised if they walk in the door and see one of them sucking the other off or eating you out 

Some days the other person likes to just watch and give praises to the person giving but sometimes they want to join in and it ends up with a lot sexy experiences

When you are blowing them Daichi lasts way longer than Suga but likes to take control and will end up thrusting into your mouth and Suga is going to let you do all the work and just appreciate everything about the scene in front of him

Blowjobs happen all the time, sitting on the couch watching something and you get bored, bam you are going to blow one or both of them 

You alternate with your hand and mouth between the two and it makes them both come faster because the scene in front of them is so erotic

When you are doing that their hands are going to be all over each other and also all over you, Daichi’s hand is going to be in your hair guiding your head on both of their lengths as he tells you how good your being pleasing both of their cocks at once and how much he loves seeing you like that 

If you are just giving them both a handjob they are going to have their mouths all over your body and their favorite is when they each have their mouths on your breasts and fingers playing with your clit 

You have caught Suga sucking off Daichi several times but the opposite is a lot more rare 

They have so much skill when it comes to eating you out, they make you come faster than anyone else has ever before

They also love eating you out and will literally argue about who gets to do it (or they will take turns and make you come twice that night) 

Daichi is way better with his fingers and uses his fingers in your hole and his tongue on your clit as his go to for getting you off 

Suga is wayyy better with his mouth and is not going to use his fingers in you because he can do it without them because the boy is so magical, like he knows exactly where to nip and suck to have you a moaning mess 

Be loud for them and they will increase their enthusiasm for whatever you are doing and it is completely amazing 

When it comes to sex the three of you are always changing it up but one thing is always the same, Daichi is in charge, he is going to tell you both when you can come, when you have to wait, where you can come, what you should be doing with your hands, everything. He is in control. 

When it comes to sex you typically suck one of them off while the other one fucks you but sometimes they use both your holes in the back at the same time and have you a screaming mess as you come undone 

None of you ever come out of the bedroom without any marks, you always make sure to bite a couple of hickeys onto their chests like they so kindly do to you 

They will each claim one of your breasts and completely mark it up with their bites and will be competing with each other to see who’s lasts longer and gets the darkest 

When Daichi is the one fucking you he is going to smack your ass and make you wait to come until both him and Suga have already come inside of your holes 

When it is Suga he is going to be far more concerned about making you come before him and will have the stamina to get you to come twice before he comes once 

Sometimes you will do it with only one of them and that’s where it gets more kinky because secretly both of them love being called daddy but don’t want that to happen with the other one is pleasing you too because they secretly want to be the only one who gets to be called that from you so when you are alone they are going to take full advantage of that 

This happens the most when the other person isn’t in the mood but the two of you are and it happens the most with you and Daichi when Suga is busy grading papers or doing school stuff, but when the two of you are done Daichi makes you go suck Suga off to show him what a good girl you are 

Buttt they like to keep it even on who gets what attention from you so sometimes you and Suga are going to do it and Daichi is going to have to watch, which is really hot for all three of you because you both want him to touch you but you also really want each other and you both enjoy moaning each other’s names and just enjoying each other and then giving Daichi kisses and love after but sometimes he gets too impatient and will palm himself in the corner or even have one of you suck him off while you two finish

Daichi isn’t super vocal, he lets out a few little groans and moans when he really gets into it but his big thing that gets all of you off is going to be how good he is at dirty talk, he has you super wet just from using his words

Suga is going to be louder, he likes to moan and let you hear how good you make him feel and will grunt and groan when he gets close, his dirty talk is rare but when he decides to do it nothing can compare he has such a filthy mouth 

They like to tie you up and each kiss you or fuck you or eat you out and you have to guess who is who which is super hard because they both are similar in size and they are completely silent 

They also buy you a lot of sexy lingerie and love to have you walk around the house in it for them, as you walk around they will stop you to kiss your boobs or smack your ass before you can continue whatever it was that you were doing 

You know the showers you take with Suga in the mornings, half of them are cuddling and sweet and half of them are you two are having needy sex

You also like to cockwarm them when you are waiting for the other to finish so you can have sex but you like doing it so much that you end up just sitting on their cocks a lot just to feel close to them it just happens 

After sex Daichi is the first one to get things to clean the two of you up and keeps a lot of the essentials on his side table and gives both of you a big kiss especially if he went a little rough on you that night  You end up falling asleep naked a lot and just curled up with each other 

After sex cuddles are the literal best, they are both so calm and have nothing else on their minds but how much they love everything about this and it’s so sweet 

[agerefandom]

Books and Pigments

(art by @sparrowinged​, story written for @sparrowinged​)

Fandom: Critical Role

Characters: Regressor!Caleb, regressor!Jester, featuring Mama!Nott, caregiver!Ford, and the rest of the Mighty Nein in the background (Beau, Yasha, and Molly)

Words: 3,000

Summary: Upstairs, Jester gives Caleb a bath and they both find the process nostalgic. Downstairs, the others discuss ‘somechildren,’ people who never fully grow up. They’re well-known in Wildemount, but much more accepted on the Menagerie Coast.

Content warnings: ‘Little’ is used as an adjective, but not a noun. Caleb’s backstory is briefly alluded to, as is memory loss from trauma. There is drinking (done by adults). Nott is considered a mother and is referred to as such.

Note: I’m only on episode 47, please excuse any backstory gaps!

Nott was the last to join the table, crawling onto a chair and grabbing a drink that was already on the table, downing most of it in one go.

“Nott!” Molly greeted her from the other side of the table, raising his own tankard to her. “Are the others not coming?”

“Jester has insisted on giving Caleb a bath,” Nott said once she was finished with her beer. “I left him in her capable hands.”

“Capable at many things,” Fjord pointed out. “I hope she’s feeling kind this evening, or Caleb may be in trouble.”

“He’ll be fine.” Nott crawled partly onto the table to drag a plate of meat towards herself, tucking some of it into her pockets. “He does have magic, after all.”

“So does Jester,” Beau said from across the table. Nott flapped a hand at her dismissively.

“Caleb is better.”

“Okay, but if the two of them were in a fight,” Beau started, leaning forwards.

“Jester would win,” Yasha finished.

Nott glared at them both, crossing her arms. “You don’t have enough faith in him,” she said reproachfully. “He’s a very powerful wizard!”

“Yeah, but have you seen Jester’s biceps?” Beau asked.

Nott gave up on the battle in the interest of fitting as much ham as possible into her mouth, and the conversation moved onto arm wrestling shortly after that, shifting with the usual chaos of the Mighty Nein’s evenings off.

--

Meanwhile, upstairs:

Jester was gentler than Caleb had expected, double-checking the temperature of the water and adding another half-bucket before gesturing for Caleb to undress. She hovered around him, snatching his clothes as he removed them and folding them to lie on the bench by the door. Once he was naked, she ushered him towards the washtub.

Sure enough, the water was perfect as Caleb sank into it, not hot enough to scald but warm enough to turn his pale skin rosy as it met the surface.

“Look at your freckles!” Jester cooed, poking Caleb’s shoulders as she bustled around him, preparing the soaps. Caleb hunched forward, self-conscious despite himself. They had all been in the public baths together, and had helped each other with their armour many times. Nevertheless, he was aware of his scars and spots, and didn’t appreciate Jester’s wandering hands.

“Relax,” Jester ordered, as if sensing Caleb’s wandering thoughts. “I am a good girl, I can keep my hands on task.” This was apparently all the warning she deemed necessary before dumping a bucket of lukewarm water over Caleb’s head, plastering his hair over his face until he spat it out of his mouth and tried to push it back.

“Leave it!” Jester’s hands batted Caleb’s away, and she guided him to lean against the edge of the washtub, combing his hair back with sudsy hands. “You’ll just get it more dirty with your stinky fingers.” Caleb was about to protest her wording when she started to dig her fingers into his scalp, and he abruptly found himself melting into the touch. He had not had someone else wash his hair for a very long time, not since far into his childhood. He closed his eyes, although he wasn’t sure if he wanted to chase the memories or push them away. Parts of his childhood had been missing when he’d returned to himself, gaps in his memory that led to disorienting echoes like Jester’s fingers in his hair. Jester’s voice brought him back from the confusion, humming a quiet tune that Caleb did not recognize.

Caleb found himself drifting through the rest of the bath, with Jester’s hands shielding his eyes from the suds she rinsed out of his hair, guiding him from position to position so that she could rub sweet-smelling lotions into his hair, his cheeks, his back. She even washed the bottoms of his feet before smearing a handful of soap into his palm and gesturing for him to finish the rest of his body. Through every motion, her humming got louder, until she was singing little pieces of foreign songs to herself as she brought over the final bucket of water.

The washing water had become quite dirty, and Jester rinsed Caleb’s body with the last fresh water as he stood up from the tub. She wrapped a soft blanket around him and tugged him out of the bath with a giggle. Caleb followed where she led, feeling pleasantly distant and oddly content.

Jester sat him on a stool and started to comb out his hair, making tiny braids as she sang those little snatches of simple but unfamiliar songs.

Jester had been singing for long enough that her speaking voice almost startled Caleb when she put down the comb. “Do you want to take a nap?” She ran her hands through his hair. “Or I could give you a haircut.”

“Nap,” Caleb said quickly. It was the preferable of the two options: Jester had been gentle enough with the comb, but he didn’t want to test their luck with a sharp blade near his ears. “Nap is good.”

“Naps are the best,” Jester corrected, pulling Caleb off the stool and towards the door without sparing a glance at his clothes. “Come on, let’s go!”

“Clothes,” Caleb managed to protest.

“Who needs clothes?”

“Me!” Caleb managed to pull his wrist free of Jester’s grasp and scoop up his abandoned clothes with one arm. His outer layers and everything important were back in his room, but he didn’t want to leave things in the bath room to get taken.

“We’ll get fresh clothes in your room, but I want to nap in my bed,” Jester said, in a tone that invited no challenges. Caleb nodded and followed her down the hallway, watching Jester’s skirts swish as she skipped past each door, her tail bobbing behind her. She stopped outside of Caleb and Nott’s room, gesturing for Caleb to go in and get changed. Caleb wandered into the room, sat down on the bed, and decided that he didn’t want to get up. The warm water of the bath and the gentle washing had made him too sleepy, and there was no way he was budging.

“Caaaaleb,” Jester whined from the doorway. “I want to go to my room!” Caleb ignored her, leaning back on the mattress and wrapping his blanket tighter around him. It was soft and perfect and he wasn’t leaving, no matter how loudly Jester protested. “Caaaaleb!!” Although her voice was rather disturbing the tranquility of the room. “Nap in my room! Get your clothes!”

With a huff, Caleb rolled sideways off the bed and managed to collect a few items of clothing, stumbling towards Jester in the doorway and accepting the hand she had stretched out towards him. She pulled him down the hallway and into the room that the girls shared, shutting the door behind them before jumping at the double bed with an impressive leap and rolling across it in a blur of petticoats and skirts.

“Sleepover, Caleb!” Jester popped back up to sitting, and patted the bed beside her enthusiastically. Caleb wandered over and she pulled him down on the mattress with a little more force than necessary. It was very comfortable, Caleb acknowledged. Maybe even more comfortable than the bed in his room. He wiggled back and forth to get himself properly wrapped up in his blanket, and then let his head rest against the covers of the bed. Jester was arranging herself beside him, wrapping one arm over his swaddled side and pulling him back against her. She was inhumanly warm, impossibly cozy, and as she started to hum a quiet song, Caleb felt his eyes drifting closed.

--

“Oh, that was nothing, remember the time that she decided to drop a box of manure on that priest of the Allhammer?”

“Classic!”

“Y’all think Jester is a troublemaker now, you should see her when she’s feeling little,” Fjord offered to the discussion. “No one is safe.”

“Jester’s a somechild?” Molly asked, leaning forwards. “I’m surprised I didn’t realize sooner.”

“Oh yeah. She isn’t little often.” Fjord finished his drink and wiggled it in the air for a refill. “Sweetest thing but a handful for anyone. I met her when she was little, actually.”

“Are somechildren more common where you come from?” Nott asked.

“Yeah, the Menagerie Coast is a lot better about them,” Fjord said. “Nicodranas has a whole district dedicated to them, and it’s the loudest part of the city. Empire kids come there all the time for a break, I hear.”  

“Most of the Empire’s not big on them,” Beau confirmed. “Never understood why, I think they’re sweet. And it doesn’t stop Jester from being the most badass tiefling I’ve ever met—no offence, Molly.”

“Jester can have the baddest ass as long as I have the sweetest,” Mollymauk laughed. “Also, I bet I could take Jester in a fight.” Beau made a doubtful sound. “What, don’t believe me? I’ll go and get her now, settle it here.”

“Fuck yeah!” Beau sprang to her feet. “I’ll come with you and get her.”

“Two gold on Molly,” Nott muttered to Fjord.

“I’ll take that bet. He’s gonna go easy on her.”

“You clearly don’t know him well enough,” Yasha interjected. “He doesn’t go easy on anyone over the age of fifteen.”

“Either way, I think we’ll be spending our bet money repairing the bar if we don’t convince them to take it outside,” Fjord pointed out, and made to follow the two who’d already left. The others brought their drinks, but trailed obediently up the stairs to watch the outcome.

--

“They only need to drink every few days, and retrieve much of their hydration from the plant matter they consume.” Jester giggled at Caleb’s fancy words, focused on the drawing that she was working on. “They can eat up to seventy-five stones worth of vegetation in a single day, but do not kill the trees they feed on.”

“They eat stones?” Jester asked, reaching for a different colour.

“Nein!” Caleb laughed. “Die bäume! Leaves!”

“Ohhhh.” Jester added a rock anyways in the grass. “Keep reading!”

“Um… The trees of the area are best known for their wide leaves, and their layered appearance.” Caleb’s voice was different when he was reading, his accent lighter with the care he used in pronouncing each word. Jester looked critically at the tree she had already drawn and was about to start on another one when the door opened.

“Here they are!” Molly’s voice came from behind her.

Jester turned with a smile, putting down the stick of pigment that she had been using to draw. “Hi Molly! Caleb is teaching me about South Marquet! Have you ever seen a giraffe?”

“Can’t say that I have, sweetheart.” Molly leaned himself against the doorframe, all sparkly and pretty. Jester wanted to draw a star on his cheek, but she would have to wait until he was asleep, probably. “Have you?”

“I saw one in a cage once! It looked like this!” Jester showed Molly her drawing.

“Hmm, that’s pretty neat.” Molly came closer to look at it. “You’re a very good artist, Jester.”

“I know I am!” Jester had to lean around Molly’s legs to look at Caleb. He was curled up on the bed with a pile of blankets around him, a big book open on his lap. He’d stopped reading when Molly came in and now he looked like he was trying to hide himself in the blankets. “Caleb, what are you doing?”

Jester received no answer, only a muffled squeak from the pile of blankets. She pushed herself to her feet, ready to go extract her friend from his hiding place, but Fjord walked in the door and she froze, tucking her hands behind her back and puffing out her chest.

Fjord’s gaze travelled over the room before landing on her, and he sighed. “Jester, you know you’re supposed to come and find me when you’re little.”

“I’m not!” Jester protested. “I’m big!”

“Uh-huh. Because I know for a fact that big Jester wouldn’t be very happy to get pigment all over her nice blue dress, and tends to use paper like a big girl, and not draw on the walls of an inn that she’ll have to pay for.” Jester glanced back at her drawing, which was indeed on the wall of the room.

“That was Caleb,” she tried. “I didn’t do it.”

“Oh.” Fjord nodded understandingly. “And did he get pigments on your dress as well?”

“Yep!” Jester bobbed her head. Thank goodness, he was going for it! Maybe Caleb would get in trouble and she would get to watch.

“Alright.” Fjord got really close to her, all unfairly tall and wide and green. “Let me see your hands.” Jester hesitated, but when Fjord put his hands out, palms-up, she obediently put her hands into his. He traced the lines of colour on her palms, showing where she had held the sticks of pigment. “That’s what I thought.” He dropped Jester’s hands and she hunched her shoulders, embarrassed at being caught in the lie. It wasn’t her fault! Fjord was just really smart. That was why he was going to the Academy when they got there!

“You ready to be honest with me?” Jester nodded her head wordlessly. “That’s good. Are you little, Jester?” Jester couldn’t help pouting at the question, but she nodded anyways. “Thank you. And why are you supposed to come and get me when you’re little?”

“Cause it’s dangerous,” Jester sighed. “And I could get hurt.”

“That’s right.” Fjord put a hand on the top of her head, right between her curved horns. “We’re visiting the Empire right now, and they aren’t as friendly as in Nicodranas, so it’s important to stick close.”

“Okay.” She didn’t know why they were visiting the stupid Empire anyways when people in Nicodranas were so much more fun. Stupid Empire. Stupid Fjord.

“Where’s Caleb gone, anyways?”

Jester lifted her head to see that Molly had left the room at some point, and Caleb had effectively hidden himself in the blankets, with only the still-open book poking out from the pile.

“He’s playing hide and seek!” She shook off Fjord’s hand and bounced towards the bed. “Caaaleb, I’m coming to find you!” Caleb stayed quiet, but Jester knew where he was. She pounced on the pile and sure enough it squirmed underneath her, trying to push her off.

“Lass den Quatsch!!” she heard Caleb protesting, and she rolled off with a giggle, helping him remove the blankets. Once Caleb was revealed, he was pouting, his hair a staticky mess from the struggle.

“Found you!” Jester pulled him in for a hug and he allowed it, wrapping his arms back around her. When she finally released him, he wriggled backwards into the blanket pile again, pulling one around his shoulders. Caleb sure liked blankets a lot!

Jester glanced over her shoulder at Fjord, who was watching them curiously without saying anything.

“Do you want to play with us? You can hide next if you want!”

Caleb made a sound like a deflating balloon and flopped forwards, his blanket covering his head.

“Stop that!” Jester pulled him back up to sitting. “You’re not supposed to hide anymore, I found you.” Caleb whined, tugging against Jester’s grasp on his blanket.

“Caleb?” Nott appeared in the doorway as if summoned by the noise, and was pushing Jester away before she could even blink.

“Hey!” Jester protested, trying to get back to Caleb.

“You were hurting him!” Nott accused, standing between them. She was eye-level with Jester like this, with Jester kneeling on the bed, and she looked super mad and scary.

“I wasn’t! He was hiding!”

“Mama?” Caleb’s voice was quiet, but Nott immediately turned to him. “She’s nice.”

“Okay. I believe you.” Nott gave Jester a second look, still not looking very friendly, and then swept Caleb up in a hug, her arms and legs wrapping around his shoulders and torso. Caleb buried his nose in her shoulder, and Jester subsided onto her butt, letting them have their moment.

“Do you want me to send them away?” Nott asked, her voice quiet. Jester was still close enough to hear the question.

Caleb shook his head, and Nott detached from him, lowering her feet to the mattress and keeping one hand on Caleb’s cheek. “Okay.”

“I understand why you were asking about the Menagerie Coast now,” Fjord said from behind them. “Didn’t realize you were a caregiver.”

“Mother,” Nott corrected him, stroking clawed fingers through Caleb’s newly clean and shiny hair. “I did tell you that he was my boy.”

“Right, right.” Fjord nodded. “I’m sorry for intruding, I didn’t know he and Jester were playing together.”

“He was telling me about giraffes!” Jester said, pointing to her art again.

“He’s a very clever boy, isn’t he?” Nott sounded proud. Jester thought she was probably a really good mom. She could tell those kinds of things about people.

“He can read all kinds of books and he doesn’t even sound really funny most of the time when he’s reading!” Jester said. Caleb made a ‘hmph’ sound. “I mean, he doesn’t sound funny at all ever!” she added. “He’s really smart.”

Caleb’s hands reached for the book, pulling it onto his lap and hugging it to his chest.

“Would you read to me again?” Jester asked, scooting forwards on the bed. “I was really enjoying it.”

“Do you want some paper for your illustrations this time?” Fjord asked, already holding it out in her direction.

“Yeah!” Jester stretched her arms out and waited for Fjord to bring it over. “I can make you more pictures!”

“Mm-hm.” Caleb opened the book and spent a few seconds flicking through the pages before settling on one, looking up and waiting for everyone to settle down. Fjord closed the door and took a seat on the floor by the bed once Jester’s paper had been delivered, joining the audience for Caleb’s story. Caleb glanced nervously at him, and then up at Nott standing beside him.

“You are very good at reading,” Nott told him. “But you don’t have to.”

Caleb cleared his throat, put one finger under the line he was reading, and started again. “The trees in the region are best known for their wide leaves and layered appearance.” Jester started on her drawing, all four of them settling in for an unplanned quiet evening.

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Ahsjdkfkf okay another prompt 😆 15 + 37 (scream 😂) but like one where eve doesn't destroy the 3x03 teddy bear ahsjdjd

OKAY. Look. I did it! This was the fic i posted about losing and then rewriting but i’m okay now because i like this better anyway. it’s very dramatic and the quotes come in EVENTUALLY i swear. it’s like 1.5k words in but i promise it’s cute. thank you again for being a gift to, me, personally, by sending me these prompts so that i can force myself to write something. it’s 1.9k words of absolute yearning and gay. hopefully there aren’t too many mistakes because i am too tired to proofread. (It’s also on ao3 if you prefer! link’s in my pinned post) ((translations for the russian are at the end))

“You sleep with the stuffed animal I got you?” “Of course” + “Keep talking, your voice helps me sleep.”  (Sleepy/cozy prompts) ✨

Villanelle moved carefully around the flat, looking everything over. It was nice enough, emptier now with the loss of Niko’s things. Fewer pictures hung on the walls, and the fridge was barer than it used to be. Villanelle certainly appreciated it, finding she much preferred the flat untouched by a man Eve was clinging to only so she could continue pretending to be “normal.” There were still files covering the coffee table, left open as if Eve couldn’t be bothered wasting time closing them. Villanelle loved that; the way Eve threw herself so entirely into her work, into finding answers. She looked again at the postcard on the counter, her own loopy handwriting scrawled across the card, “See you Monday, darling. xx” It was in the same place Villanelle left it Thursday morning, having been in a rush but desperate to communicate with Eve in any small way. She wondered idly if Eve was avoiding the flat, if she would spend the night at someone else’s place just to prevent this meeting. Villanelle doubted Eve would be able to stave off her curiosity, but if she had learned anything it was that she shouldn’t doubt Eve. She hoped, though, that Eve wanted to see her.

            Villanelle had wanted people before, certainly. Had wanted to touch them, kiss them, even on occasion spend time with them. The way she wanted Eve, though, was different. It was desperate and all-consuming. She’d never wanted someone in that way, still didn’t know what to do with it. She’d learned her lesson, knew that if Eve didn’t want her in the same way she had to let her go, but she hadn’t figured out what she was supposed to do in that case. She had never been scared to lose a person before. She was finding she didn’t enjoy it. She just had to wait, though. Eve would arrive eventually, and Villanelle would convince her that she did, in fact, love her, and that she should give them a chance.

Until then, she entertained herself easily enough, fingers flicking through shirts and pants hung neatly in the closet, frowning as she considered how she could improve Eve’s wardrobe. It’s not that she didn’t enjoy the turtlenecks, it’s just that she thought Eve deserved nicer ones. Some variety wouldn’t hurt, either, but that was an issue for a later date. (Not too much later, hopefully.) She continued moving around the room, her fingers occasionally passing over objects she found to be of particular interest. Villanelle noticed that Eve’s flat was organized much like Eve’s mind. It was cluttered, items placed seemingly without thought, until you saw her move through the area. She had watched Eve move in this space, and everything flowed naturally to her, just as in her brain. Eve’s conclusions rarely made sense to anyone until they heard her explain exactly how she’d made it there, and then they can’t remember thinking anything different. Just as nobody would be able to figure out why Eve kept her lipstick in the living room unless they’d watch her running late for work, had seen her grab one of them and quickly apply it when she caught herself in the mirror, placed by the door for the same reason. Villanelle almost felt guilty for the way she knew this, having watched Eve before dropping the card off, but the bit of knowledge about Eve, the piece of the woman she’d gained, was far too valuable to her. She reveled in knowing things about her, wanted to keep learning things.

For now, though, she could hear the jostling of a key in the lock, and knew it was time for the end of the stage they were in now. She was done with in between, tired of not knowing. Mystery had its appeal, certainly, but the novelty had long since faded and she needed to know that Eve wanted her the way she wanted Eve. So, when Eve opened the door, Villanelle was sitting on one of the stools by the kitchen, looking out towards the hallway Eve was making her way through.

“You know, most people would just call ahead of time, so they know when to swing by, instead of breaking into people’s flats for fun. You’re lucky my neighbors don’t care about me enough to call someone.” Eve said, more exasperated than surprised by Villanelle’s presence in her kitchen.

“Well, I have never been most people, have I?” Villanelle had collected herself, although she heard her voice falter a bit, disliking how she struggled to find her usually cockiness.

“No, you certainly haven’t.”

“I was worried you were avoiding me, darling Eve.”

Eve rolled her eyes as she grabbed two mugs and a random bottle of wine from her refrigerator, “You know, I have a job, I can’t just sit around all day waiting for you to appear in my kitchen.” She poured the wine, handing one to Villanelle, taking a sip from her own.

“I did not mind waiting, I like looking at your things.” Villanelle explained, as if Eve had been worried about inconveniencing her. “I like what you’ve done with the place, getting rid of the mustache’s things. I have some numbers though, people who could help you redecorate. It’s a bit depressing in here, really.”

“Thank you for the advice, really. So, what did you need to talk to me about?” Eve rolled her eyes, “I’d say it must be important if you had to break into my flat for it, but I have a feeling it could’ve been anything and you still would have broken in.”

“I think you are right, but it just so happens to be important. We have done this twice already; do you have a knife? I do not have a gun this time.” She was trying for humor, but found it fell a bit more desperate, more like begging, please don’t let this end like it did before.

“I have plenty in the kitchen, but since I just walked in the door, I haven’t had to chance to grab one, so no. I wouldn’t stab you again, though, even if I did.” Eve pointed out, a small smile crossing her face.

“That is good to know, for what it’s worth I wouldn’t shoot you again either.” Villanelle looked at her feet, suddenly finding her pink toenails to be of much interest. “You kissed me. We were fighting and then you kissed me and then you hit me again.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“I do not understand why you would do that. Were you mad at me or not? You hit me a lot, so I thought you were angry with me, since I shot you and all. Then you kissed me, which is not what people usually do when they are mad at someone.” Villanelle hoped that Eve realized she really didn’t understand, that she really wanted to.

Eve breathed out a small laugh, a fond smile on her face, “Of course I was mad at you, V, you fucking shot me. It’s just that when you’re an inch away from me and you look like you, it’s hard to only feel angry. I wanted to kill you, but mostly I just wanted to kiss you, like I should have in Paris.”

“Oh.” It was nearly silent, a realization inaudible to anyone not entirely focused on Villanelle’s every movement.

“I don’t even know if I’m angry anymore. I should be, you tried to kill me. I did it first, though. God, there’s not a minute I don’t regret pushing that knife into you.” Eve reached out without thinking, her fingers lightly touching Villanelle’s scar over the soft black of her shirt, feeling the mangled line she’d put there.

“I love the scar, though. You gave it to me, and I could never hate anything you gave me.” Villanelle placed her hand on top of Eve’s, tracing a finger along the line.

“I would say I don’t understand, but sometimes I catch my scar in the mirror and I’m struck by how much I miss you.” Eve moved their joined hands over to her own scar, flipping hers over Villanelle’s. She traced the line on her chest where it entered, reveling in the physical representation of all that they felt for each other.

“So, you do miss me?”

“Constantly.”

They fell into each other, hands parting only to find their places on hips and cheeks, Villanelle letting one thread into Eve’s hair. The kiss was slow, a welcome home, please stay. Two women desperate to be done with the chase, to pull each other so close they couldn’t be separated anymore.

“Oksana. I love you.” Eve mumbled it, their lips still fumbling against each other.

“I love you. I love you; I love you Eve.” She spoke it like a prayer, her arms pulling Eve impossibly closer. “Say my name again, please.”

“Oksana.” It was whispered this time, Eve falling in love with the way it rolled off her lips. “Oksana, I need you to stay. Please.”

“Of course. I can’t leave you, Eve. Ty moy ray, ty moyo nebo, ty moyo solntse.” They pulled apart, now, gentle pecks pressed against lips as they did.

Eve pulled Oksana towards the bedroom, stripping out of her work clothes as soon as they arrived. She found comfortable clothes for Oksana and herself before falling into the bed. She was in love, and there were so many things she wanted to do. Right now, though, the day had drained her of all she had, and she wanted to sleep with Oksana in her arms.

“You sleep with the bear I got you?” Eve looked over and saw Oksana holding the fluffy pink animal she’d been unable to get rid of, no matter how hard she tried.

“Of course.” Eve smiled, “You gave it to me. How could I ever hate something you gave me?”

Eve tugged Oksana onto the bed, kissing her again.

“I could kiss you forever. I don’t think it would be enough.” Oksana admitted between kisses. She had never been so content, so full of something she’d never experienced but she didn’t think she would stop feeling ever again, not as long as Eve was beside her.

“I hope you’ll try.” Eve ran her fingers down Oksana’s face, tracing the outline of her jaw. “I don’t think I could lose you again.”

“You will not, sweet Eve. I am yours now, forever.”

“We need to sleep. I need to sleep.” Eve whispered, “I can finally sleep now that you’re in my arms.”

“Я хочу́ просыпа́ться с тобо́й ка́ждое у́тро. я хочу спать рядом с тобой навсегда. Ты смысл мое́й жи́зни.”

“Keep talking, your voice helps me sleep. It reminds me that I have you now.” Eve stared into Oksana’s eyes, trying her hardest to pour every bit of love she felt into the look.

“There is a poem, in Russia. I used to read it when I missed you.” Oksana pushed a few loose curls behind Eve’s ear, her fingers taking their time as they traced the outline of her cheek.

“Я люблю тебя здесь и сейчас,

Не тайно - для галочки;

Я горю в твоих лучах - ни до, ни после.

Я не хочу прошлого,

Я не знаю будущего.

Я люблю тебя здесь и сейчас, со слезами и смехом.”

“I love you too, Oksana.” Eve mumbled; her eyelids fluttering shut. As Oksana watched her breathing steady, she felt her own eyes grow heavy, a warm happiness soothing her broken soul.

Russian: 

“You are my heaven, you are my sky, you are my sun”

“I want to wake up next to you every morning. I want to sleep next to you forever. You are the meaning of my life.”

Poem is I Love You Now by Vladimir Vysotsky which translates to about:

I love you here and now,

Not secretly - for show;

I'm burning in your rays - neither before nor after.

I do not want the past,

The future I don't know.

I love you here and now, with tears and with laughter.

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Can I please request an imagine where you go on holidays with your siblings and met Sam in France and hit it off and stuff and gives you personal lessons and just wants to spend time with you, and then he's on the phone to tom Harry & paddy and he's talking about you and you over hear the conversation :)

Je t’aime - Sam Holland

Summary: The same as the request…by @aussie-mantle​

Words count: 2,684.  woah, longer than planned lol 

Author’s Note: Oxygen Magnesium (OMG, scientific cursing haha, I’m literally a dork)! Thanks for the request! I fell in love with the idea immediately! Feel free to send in another one if you want ;) Nora xx

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«Bonjour, comment ça va?» You mumbled. The sight of the snowy mountains was breathtaking. France, the world-known country. Your family had decided to take a trip to La Rosière, a ski resort in France, to celebrate Christmas. You and your siblings had been excited about the trip since you found out. For weeks, your sisters had tried to learn some word of the romantic language, French. Suddenly, you wished you had decided to learn French instead of Spanish. «Les Montagnes sont jolies!» 

«Oui!» your older sister, Amber, exclaimed. You were the youngest girl in the family, with two older sisters and your parents. You hadn’t seen your oldest sister, Samantha, since August because she studied at college. 

You sat on the left side in the passenger’s seat in a car your parents rented. Looking out of the window, you could see the mountains covered by snow. It was a wonderful view, and you couldn’t wait to learn more skiing. You were to focused on the mountains, that you were shocked when you found out you had arrived the ski resort. 

Your parents left the car to the hobby, to pick up the keys to your rented cabin. You and your sister remained in the car. You decided to go out and stretch your legs. The air was cold, and your hands froze immediately. You went some steps while trying to find your gloves in your pocket, then someone hit you. You fell down on the cold and snowy ground. «Ouch!»

«Oh, pardon…..ugh…I’m sorry. I was in a hurry and didn’t see you.» A guy excused. British, he had a British accent. You had a soft spot for Brits and their accent. He grabbed your hand and lifted you up. His face was only inches away from yours. The mystery guy had brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes. His face was covered in freckles. «Forgive me.»

«No, It wasn’t your fault, I didn’t see where I was going.» You smiled at the cute guy. You took a step back. The guy still held your hand but didn’t notice. «I’m (your name).»

The guy took some seconds before he realized he hadn’t said anything back. «I’m Sam.» He smiled and tried to shake your hand when he realized he still held your hand. Sam let go of your arm right away. You both blushed. «I’ll hope to meet you another time, dear,» Sam said before he went on his way towards the lobby. You stood frozen on the spot, trying to figure out what just had happened. 

«Ooo, who was that guy?» Your sister Samantha teased. You pouted in response and went to the car again. Amber and Samantha teased you about Sam until your parents arrived back to the car with the keys. 

Through the rest of the day, Sam kept popping up in your mind. There was no doubt he was handsome, but he seemed like a really nice guy. You hoped to meet him again soon.

On the other side of the ski resort, Sam sat with his colleagues eating late dinner. He was a ski instructor and had been occupied by work. While his friends were joking around, Sam kept thinking about the girl he had bumped into earlier. He felt sparks inside him by thinking about her.

«Are you ready for skiing?!» your sisters screamed the next morning. Samantha and Amber loved to wake you up by screaming into your ear, and it was their favourite way to wake you up. 

Your parents had assigned you and your sisters up for skiing lessons, and unfortunately, they started at 10 am. Due to the jet-lag, it felt like waking up in the middle of the night. Easily said, you were not happy but very grumpy. 

You had been assigned to a group of four persons with the instructor called Ben. It had been years since you were skiing, but you did not remember anything. You kept falling and colliding on trees, even Ben face-palmed. He had no clue how to teach you. 

After a long and tiring day of training, you still managed to fall every three seconds on the skis. You knew you were horrible, and so did your sisters. Amber and Samantha was some of your best friends, but also worst enemies when they teased you. You sat currently at a table in the lobby by the public fireplace, drinking hot chocolate. You were tired of your sisters teasing and decided to have some peaceful moments for yourself. 

On the corner on the other side, Sam sat with his friends and colleagues celebrating another day done. It was a week until Christmas and Sam missed his twin and family, but most his dog Tessa. 

Suddenly, he saw a glimpse of you sitting in an armchair by the fireplace. He stared at your beautiful face and admired how calm you looked. His friends later saw the brother of spider-man staring at a girl. «Dude, you gotta’ stop staring at her before it gets too creepy!» Sam laughed at his friend reference from his brother’s spider-man movie. 

«Woah, that girl is actually in my skiing class. She’s horrible, and I don’t know how to teach her.» Ben said, and the others around the table laughed. Sam didn’t even know you well but felt angry about how his friend mocked her. He left the table and went straight ahead towards you. His friends looked at him, wondering what he would do. 

«Hi, is it available here?» Sam asked you from behind. You were first shocked to hear his voice, but when you saw his face you relaxed. In response, you nodded and signalized him to sit on the couch next by. «Nice to meet you again, (your name).»

You smiled at Sam. «A pleasure to see you again, Sam. And sorry for yesterday, I didn’t mean bumping you.»

«No need to be sorry, love. Luckily, I didn’t come late to my skiing class.» Sam replied and rested on the couch. You looked confused at Sam. «I’m a trainer here, and I learn tourists how to ski!» He explained. You nodded back and went back to staring at the fire. 

«Are you going to spend Christmas here, Sam?» You asked. You didn’t mean to seem curious, but somehow you felt a bond with the British boy. 

«Yes, and all by myself, or well I have my friends and colleagues,» Sam smirked. «Work here doe really pay off, especially when I meet girls like you.» You blushed and smiled at his reply. «I was wondering if you would join me tomorrow, maybe skiing and lunch?» He suggested. 

Your smile faded, remembering you sucked at skiing. «I’d love to, but I’m horrible at skiing.» You said honestly. 

«Hey, I bet you’re not as bad as you think. And if so, I can learn you. I don’t have any classes tomorrow.» Sam suggested and tried to encourage you. 

You smiled and agreed. Even if you only had known him for less than an hour, unless the incident yesterday, you felt like you had known him for years. You and Sam had the same interests, and you could talk to each other for hours. He was perfect. 

The next day, he waited for you outside the lobby with skis and rods in his hands. He held his helmet in his left hand. He had waited for you, and he couldn’t wait to spend time with you. Sam had a feeling inside him, that every time you looked in his eyes, sparks would fly inside him. He didn’t know what the feeling was called but would learn later. 

Surprisingly, you were better at skiing that day. You didn’t fall often, and if you did, Sam would catch you in his arms. After some hours of skiing, you would take a break and have lunch in the cafe. He ordered tea, while you ordered hot chocolate. Days like that continued until Christmas Eve. 

When Christmas Eve arrived, you and Sam had spent a week together. During that time, you had learned about his family and sometimes he would face-time them with you. You were surprised when you found out that his brother acted as Spider-man in the new reboot, and you fangirled when you got the chance to talk to the Tom Holland via Sam. What surprised you the most, was that Sam had a twin. You had absolutely no idea.

Your parents and sisters had left to a Christmas party arranged by the resort. You had faked that you were sick so you could spend the eve in your cabin with Sam. In the beginning, your family didn’t want to leave you alone, but you were able to convince them to go to the party. 

You sat on a couch in the small and cozy living room. It was free in the fireplace to keep you warm, and blankets were carried down from the rooms to the main room. Sam arrived minutes later with some movies and a bag of sweets. The living room was full of blankets and pillows, ready for a movie night. 

The Christmas movie marathon started off with the Home Alone movies. You and Sam sat beside each other with a grand blanket over. A bowl of popcorn was settled in front of you on the table and the movie was ready. 

After watching the Home Alone 1 and 2, the Grinch and Elf; it was time to watch It’s a Wonderful Life. Even if you loved the movie, you felt really sleepy. In the middle of the movie, you ended up sleeping on Sam’s chest. Your head lifted as he breathed and he couldn’t stop staring at your peaceful face. Sam laced your hands to his and felt the warmth of your hands. 

Sam focus was on you. Even if you had known each other for only a week, he felt like he had known you for years. Then it hit him. What he felt for you, was love. Sam loved you, and he wasn’t scared. He wondered if you would return the same feelings as his. He kissed then your forehead. 

Boy, he had no idea about what you felt towards him. 

You and Sam fell asleep on the couch, with your head on his chest. When your family had arrived back home, and to their surprise, they found their daughter sleeping on an unknown boy. Only your sisters knew about Sam, but they didn’t know much. 

It was Christmas morning, so they didn’t wake you up immediately. Your father was shocked to see the boy, but with sisters like Amber and Samantha, he wasn’t shocked to see a boy. The boy got some bonus points since neither of you was naked, but just asleep after a movie marathon. 

An hour later, you woke up because your pillow moved. Firstly, you were alarmed. Pillows weren’t supposed to move. You opened your eyes to meet some chocolate brown eyes and a face full of freckles. You were first confused, but then remembered what happened last night. Just a Christmas movie marathon. 

«Darling, I need to go right now. I’ll come later.» Sam whispered and took the blanket from him. 

«Please don’t leave, Sammy!» You begged and grabbed his hand. You stared directly into his eyes. Sam nodded and sat down on the couch again. You leaned down on his chest again and wished the moment to last forever. 

Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Your family went into the room since they heard your voice. «So, (your name). Who is this young man?» Your father asked, strictly. He only talked in that way when he was angry at you. 

«Uhm, this is Sam. Sam this is my family!» You presented. Sam shook his hand with your father. You knew your father tried to seem intimidating since you had seen him do it on Amber and Samantha. The only one who didn’t get scared was Ambers girlfriend, and since then they had been dating.

«Merry Christmas morning, Mr. and Mrs. (your last name)!» Sam greeted formally. This was not how you expected the meeting between your parents and Sam would be. «I’m sorry to disturb your morning.»

«What a nice boy,» your mother mumbled to you, which only you could hear, «And British, huh.»

You blushed and was embarrassed by your parents. Then, Sam’s phone rang. It was his brothers who called him and probably to say Merry Christmas to their brother. «I’m sorry, but I have to take this phone call! Great to meet you!» Then he left the room to answer the phone call. 

«This is a very interesting morning, (your name). We are gone for a party, and when we come home, you’re sleeping on a boy.» Your father summed up. 

«But luckily for you, the boy is super cute!» Your mother exclaimed. «Why didn’t you tell us about him?»

You were still shocked that all of this was happening. You wished it was a dream, but wanted the part with Sam to be the reality. «I’m going to go to him and ask if he’s okay. Dad, why do you always try to be so intimidating?»

You left your family, searching for Sam. You later found him at the entrance where he talked to his brothers.  

«-you really like her, don’t ya? Bro, you need to ask her out!» A voice said, and you recognized it as the oldest Holland brother, Tom. You had learned that Sam had a habit of talking on the phone on speaker.

«Well, yes. I think I maybe love her, or…I don’t know. What if I fucked up, and maybe her family hates me?» Sam answered. You stood frozen, hiding behind a wall close enough to hear Sam’s conversation. Love?

«Hey, watch your language. There are children ears here!» Tom shouted back. 

«What! I’m thirteen Tom, and not a child! A teenager.» The youngest Holland, Paddy yelled over the phone. 

«Pfft, teenager, haha. Paddy that was a good joke!» Sam laughed. You had to cover your mouth from laughing. Paddy was so young and cute, and everyone treated him almost like a 7-year-old. 

«But back to the topic. Sam, just grow some fucking balls and ask her out!» Harry, Sam’s twin, exclaimed.  

Sam sighed. «Harry, it’s not as easy as you think!»

«Bro, go to her. Ask her out on a date. Aaaand done! Easy!» Tom answered sarcastically.

«Thanks, Tom,» Sam answered sarcastically back. 

«Ooo, just going to remind you that we replace you with Tuwaine. Seems like your ass is still in France.» Harry shouted.

«Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal!» Tom said, as a reference from Home Alone 2. 

«Please say Merry Christmas to mum and dad from me. Have a horrible day, brothers!» Then Sam ended the call. He was on his way towards the living room again but were stopped by you. 

Love. The powerful word, love. It was stuck in your head. Sam loved you. And you loved Sam back. 

You grabbed his hand and dragged him out the door. You got enough time to put on shoes before heading out into the winter wonderland. White dots float down from heaven. It was cold, but in Sam’s arm, you were warm. 

Before Sam could say anything, you placed your hands around his neck and leaned in to kiss. Sam was first shocked, but after some seconds he kissed back. He cupped his hands around your face and deepened the kiss. The kiss was strong and felt like something you had waited for in a long time. You kissed him with passion. You wanted to stay in that moment forever. 

«Je t’aime.» You whispered when you broke the kiss. «I love you, Sam.» 

Your head rested on Sam’s chest, and you hugged him tightly. «I love you too, (your name).» Then Sam leaned into another kiss. 

It was a beautiful sight, with snow everywhere and the most wonderful sunrise. Everything was perfect, and you couldn’t wait to start a chapter in our life with Sam. 

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Leather Jackets (Chapter 8)

Group: Bangtan Boys

Pairing: Jikook

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Hey everyone, So this chapter contains drug abuse and I just want to warn you guys about it. I don't want to imply that BTS behave like this in real life. This is a fan fiction but all of the characters have fictional aspects to them. I also want to say that I do not condone behavior like this in real life. Please stay away from drugs. They can cause you a lot of harm. Thank you and please proceed with caution.

Jimin walks to Yoongi’s flat on Sunday morning after an extra class at University to discuss what to do for Jungkook’s upcoming birthday which is only 4 days away and Jimin still has to buy a gift for his boyfriend.

Jimin knocks on the door and waits for someone to open it.

It's Taehyung dressed in a white tank top and black shorts who grins at Jimin.

Over Taehyung’s shoulder, Jimin sees Hoseok resting his head on Yoongi’s lap and he finds himself staring and realizes that Taehyung notices as he clears his throat.

“Guys, Jimin’s here,”

Immediately Hoseok sits up as Jimin enters and Yoongi sits in distance.

“Sorry to disturb,” Jimin says.

“Aw come on now Jimin,” Hoseok says.

“So we are supposed to be discussing Jungkook’s birthday right?” Taehyung says as he takes a seat between Hoseok and Yoongi.

“Uh yeah, he is turning 19 and I want it to be really special for him,”

“Leave it to us,” Taehyung winks. “Our birthday parties are always a blast”

Jimin smiles a little.

“You don’t have to worry,” Yoongi says. “We will make sure Jungkook has the best night of his life”

“Thanks, guys,” Jimin says. “If you guys need any help you can call me up”

“Yeah, sure we will,” Yoongi says.

“Also, one last thing I am um not sure what exactly to get Jungkook,”

“Just get him some CD of an old rock band,” Taehyung says. “He swoons over that stuff”

“All right then,” Jimin says. “I will keep that in mind”

Taehyung and Yoongi smile.

“Jimin, how’s your mom doing?” Taehyung suddenly asks. “Jungkook told us about it”

“She is okay now,” Jimin says. “I visited her just yesterday and the doctor says that she is showing a lot of progress”

“That’s a good thing right,” Yoongi says.

“Yeah,”

There is a momentary silence before Jimin speaks up.

“I guess I’ll go now,” Jimin says.

“All right Jimin,” Taehyung says hugging Jimin. “Catch you later”

Hoseok waves with a grin and Yoongi just smiles as Jimin leaves the flat. He takes a bus back to his own flat and when he reaches Jungkook is still sleeping sprawled on the bed, his hair messy and mouth hanging open.

Jimin almost wants to kiss him but he resists the temptation and instead begins de-cluttering. Today is gonna be a cleaning day he decides because he doesn’t have to go to the diner for a whole week. Seokjin told him that the diner would be under maintenance for a whole day.

When he is vacuuming the living room he suddenly felt a pair of hands snake around his waist and there is a kiss pressed to his neck.

“Good morning,” Jimin hears Jungkook’s sleepy voice in his ear.

“Don’t you mean afternoon,” Jimin asks.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Jungkook asks.

“You looked very adorable sleeping,” Jimin says.

Jungkook smiles and kisses Jimin.

“Go take a shower,” Jimin says. “I’ll make you something”

“Okay,” Jungkook says kissing Jimin again before he walks off to the bathroom and Jimin finishes cleaning up before he starts cooking up. He decides to make fried rice with kimchi because Jungkook likes it a lot.

When Jungkook comes back from shower they sit down and have lunch and once done Jungkook volunteers to do the dishes.

They spend the rest of the day watching movies and cuddling and somehow manage to fall asleep earlier than 9 which rarely ever happens.

Jimin wakes up at 8 and squeezes himself out of Jungkook’s tight grip on his waist. He watches Jungkook stir and heaves a sigh of relief when Jungkook falls asleep again.

Jimin heads to the kitchen to make chocolate chip pancakes which are Jungkook’s favorite since it’s his birthday. Jimin makes as little sound as possible and once he writes ‘Happy Birthday’ on them with whipped cream and garnishes them with chopped strawberries.

Jimin then goes to the room and decorates the room with balloons everywhere and through all this Jungkook is thankfully still sleeping. Jimin is excited because he has never been able to plan surprises or celebrate anyone’s birthday ever. His mother wasn’t big on celebrations probably because they didn’t have enough money. For Jimin’s birthday, his mother would buy him a small cake and wouldn’t eat it telling him that she wasn’t hungry. But Jimin always knew she was lying. She only said that because she wanted Jimin to have the whole cake. And for her birthday Jimin would pick out flowers and make her a card and the smile she would have when she saw them would make Jimin’s day. He feels himself getting emotional over the emotions and quickly wipes his eyes. He hopes he has done it right, at least this is what they show in the movies.

Jimin goes back to the kitchen and gets the pancakes before returning back to the room with them. He sets them on the bed and wakes up Jungkook.

“Jungkookie wake up,” he whispers in Jungkook’s hear.

Jungkook groans moving away.

“Wake up, look what I have for you,” Jimin says.

“What is it?” Jungkook says his voice heavy.

“You have to see yourself,” Jimin says.

Jungkook sits up a little his eyes closed as he rubs them before opening up.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY,” Jimin says in an excited voice.

Jungkook’s mouth hangs open as he sees the balloons everywhere and Jimin holds up the pancakes for him.

When Jungkook doesn’t respond Jimin frowns.

“You don’t like it,”

“You did all this yourself,” Jungkook asks.

“Uh yes,” Jimin says.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook says. “I can’t believe this”

“What…what happened?”

“No one has done something like this for me before,” Jungkook says.

Jimin stays silent.

“This is so fucking sweet Jimin,” Jungkook continues. “I-I am so touched”

Jungkook stands up suddenly and kisses Jimin.

“I love you,”

“I love you too,”

Jungkook sits down back on the bed along with Jimin and Jimin hands him the stack of pancakes. Jungkook cuts them with a huge grin on his face before they start eating.

“These are so good,” Jungkook says. “You are so amazing Jimin”

Jimin just smiles as they finish the pancakes together.

“Do you really have to go the Uni today?” Jungkook says. “It’s my birthday”

“Sorry Kookie, we have to a pretty important lecture today and also a presentation”

“You could have at least skipped the diner today,” Jungkook pouts further.

“Kookie don’t worry,” Jimin says kissing Jungkook. “I’ll be there at Yoongi hyung’s house before 7”

Jungkook nods.

Jimin picks up the plates and heads to the kitchen to wash them. Once done goes to the bathroom to shower.

“Are you going to shower right now?” Jungkook asks.

“Yeah,”

“Can I join?”

Before Jimin can even protest Jungkook speaks up again.

“Come on it’s my birthday,”

“Fine,”

Jungkook grins and kisses Jimin.

Jimin heads straight to the diner after University. His presentation went seemingly well so he is happier than ever.

“Hyung,” he calls out Seokjin. “If you don’t mind can I leave by 6 with Hoseok?”

“Yeah, sure,” Seokjin smiles. “But why?”

“It’s Jungkook’s birthday”

Seokjin chuckles.

“Wish me him a happy birthday from me and enjoy today”

“Thanks, hyung,” Jimin smiles as he immediately gets to work.

Today for the first time he waits for time to fly by so he can get to Jungkook soon. After what it seems like hours it’s finally 6 and him and Hoseok leave.

“We should go back to mine and change first,” Hoseok says.

“Yeah,” Jimin says.

Hoseok’s flat is only a 10-minute walk from the diner and it’s small but quite cozy.

“You can change in the bathroom,” Hoseok says.

Jimin nods as he goes inside and puts on a black shirt with tight black skinny jeans. It’s hard getting into them. This is the first time Jimin is wearing something like this and it was only because Jungkook kept talking about how good he would look if he wore tight clothes but Jimin would just tell him to shut up not believing Jungkook at all. But as he stares at the mirror he is almost looking at a stranger but he is also convinced he has never looked this good ever before. The tight skinny jeans define the shape of his legs well and the rolled up sleeves of his shirt make his arms look sexy in some strange way.

“Jimin, you okay in there?” Jimin hears Hoseok’s voice.

“Oh yeah,” Jimin says going back to his senses as he steps out of the bathroom self-conscious and even more so when Hoseok stares at him so he shifts uncomfortably his hands crossed in front of him.

“Wow, you look different,” Hoseok says.

“Oh, I probably don’t suit it,” Jimin says. “Should I go back to mine and change into something else?”

“Oh no no no,” Hoseok says chuckling. “You look amazing right now, better than ever”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I mean look at you, damn,” Hoseok says.

Jimin’s face turns red.

“You look really good too,” Jimin says.

“Thanks, Jimin, you are too sweet,” Hoseok says.

Jimin smiles as Hoseok grabs a blow dryer and styles his hair and Jimin watches as he finishes off with putting hair spray on it.

“Wanna try?” Hoseok asks.

“I’ve-I’ve never,” Jimin says biting his lip wondering if Hoseok thinks he is an idiot.

“Come on here,” Hoseok smiles. “I’ll style it for you”

“All right,”

Jimin sits down on the chair and Hoseok brushes his hair in a quiff and puts on loads of hair spray before blow drying it.

“That’s…,” Jimin begins not knowing how he feels about his new hairdo.

“You don’t like it?” Hoseok asks.

“No, it looks quite good,”

“You look gorgeous Jimin,” Hoseok says. “Trust me”

“Thanks,” Jimin says.

Hoseok smiles and Jimin sees him putting on eyeliner.

“I am not really an eyeliner person,” Hoseok says. “But today I just feel like it”

“Okay,” Jimin says.

“You should try it out maybe,” Hoseok suggests.

“Uh I um no,”

“Come on Jimin, for once let go of all your inhibitions,” Hoseok says.

“Fine,” Jimin says.

Hoseok grins and Jimin sees him pull out something out of his drawer.

“Eyeshadow,” Hoseok says and chuckles when he sees Jimin’s horrified expression. “I will be very subtle”

“How did you learn to do all this?” Jimin asks.

“My noona loved makeup and I was like her canvas, she would practice on me,” Hoseok says. “I know more about makeup now than some girls thanks to her”

Jimin laughs a little. Soon he feels a thin brush on his eyelid and he closes his eyes letting Hoseok do his work and he tries not to think about anything. His mother was a stickler for simplicity and that’s why she wore plain clothes, no makeup, jewelry and her black hair tied up in a bun every single day.

And Jimin was always like this caring very little about what he looked like.

“Jimin-ah, people shouldn’t notice you for what you look like but how you are in life”

That’s why Jimin is surprised that Jungkook even noticed him when in all of his he has blended in the background with his plain looks.

Today he almost feels like he is breaking the rule his mother has for him. He is being vain but he is liking it.

It’s just for one day, he tells himself”

“There all done,” he hears Hoseok’s voice and he opens his eye and the person in front of him feels like a stranger. His eyes look dramatic, big and he is mesmerized.

“Wow,”

“You like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” Jimin says.

Hoseok grins.

“One last thing,” Hoseok says as he pulls out a little tube and puts it on Jimin’s lips before smearing it with his fingers.

“God, Jungkook will die when he looks at you,” Hoseok says.

Jimin smiles as he sees the noticeable difference in his face. He looks foreign but he feels on the top of the world.

“Let’s go then, shall we,” Hoseok says.

“Uh yeah,” Jimin says as he grabs his backpack.

Hoseok calls a taxi and in about 20 minutes they are at Yoongi’s flat which is already filled with people so Hoseok and Jimin make their way through the people and Jimin spots Jungkook wearing a party hat talking to a girl when Jungkook notices Jimin too and Jimin sees his mouth falling as Jimin bites his lips making his way to Jungkook.

“Holy shit Jimin,” Jungkook says. “Look at you”

Jimin feels himself turning red again.

“You look so beautiful,” Jungkook says.

“Thank you,” Jimin says.

Jungkook immediately kisses him and it’s more like making out but Jimin decides to let the boundaries blur for today and only stops because he has something that he has to give to Jungkook.

“Come to the bedroom with me,” Jimin says.

Jungkook nods as they leave and Jungkook closes the door.

“Whatever we do, it has to be quick,” Jungkook says. “The guests are coming and they might coming looking for me”

“Jungkook,” Jimin rolls his eyes. “We are not having sex”

“Oh uh I am sorry”

Jimin immediately removes the backpack from his shoulder and pulls out two wrapped boxes.

“Jimin, you didn’t…,”

“Shut up,” Jimin says.

“Open it,” Jimin says.

Jungkook picks out the large one.

“Not this one, the small one,” Jimin says.

Jungkook nods picking it up and gently opening it. There’s a little box and Jungkook opens it to find a little locket.

There’s a small heart and the word J&J engraved on it.

“So, do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” Jungkook says kissing it. “Thank you”

Jungkook immediately wears it.

“Open the next one,”

Jungkook picks up the bigger box and unwraps it and a tape falls into his lap.

“I made you a mixtape,” Jimin says shyly. “Super cheesy I know”

“Are you serious? I love this,” Jungkook says.

“It’s about all the songs that I listen to which remind me of you,” Jimin says. “Mostly The Smiths And Beatles”

“I’ll treasure this forever,” Jungkook says with a smile.

Jungkook kisses Jimin.

“Thank you for all this, I love you”

“I love you even more,” Jimin says. “Come on now let’s go we have a party to attend to”

Jungkook nods as they leave the room and Jungkook is immediately surrounded by a bunch of people so Jimin instead goes to hang out with Hoseok who seems just as out of place.

Taehyung brings in a huge cake and Jungkook goes to cut it but not before he drags Jimin to his side as everyone sings Happy Birthday and Jungkook blows off the candles and cuts it and feeds a slice to Jimin as everyone screams and cheers.

Soon music starts blasting and everyone begins dancing and Jimin awkwardly sways around with Jungkook and Hoseok. He is glad that the two are beginning to warm up to each other little by little.

Suddenly Taehyung appears and whispers something into Jungkook’s ears.

“Really?” Jungkook asks and Taehyung nods.

Jungkook goes back to dancing and Jimin notices some guys sat on the couch blowing smoke out of something.

“What are they doing?”

“Smoking weed,” Jungkook says.

Jimin blinks a little.

“I heard Yoongi is bringing Molly in for you guys,” Hoseok says.

“Uh yeah,” Jungkook says with a grin.

“Who’s Molly?” Jimin asks.

“Molly’s a drug,” Jungkook says. “Yoongi hyung brought some in”

“So, you are gonna do drugs today,”

“Yup,” Jungkook says. “It’s like a birthday tradition for us”

“What?” Jimin asks shocked.

“It’s all safe Jimin, don’t worry,”

“But drugs are bad,” Jimin says.

“Come on Jimin, Jungkook says. “I sell it, I know about it”

“Yeah but…,”

“Trust me Jimin, it’s harmless stuff,” Jungkook says. “Nothing’s gonna happen, okay?”

Jimin nods as Jungkook pulls him closer and they dance together.

Soon it’s just them in the corner all alone because Hoseok is gone somewhere too and Jungkook alternates between kissing Jimin and dancing.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Jungkook asks. “I know stuff like this isn’t really your thing”

“It’s not too bad,” Jimin says.

Jungkook grins a little twirling Jimin and Jimin chuckles as Jungkook wraps his hands around Jimin’s waist and Jimin rests his head on Jimin’s chest listening to his heart.

“Jungkook, I’ve been looking for you,” Yugyeom says with a grin. “Come on now”

Jimin looks at Jungkook and then at Yugyeom before he finally understands what they are talking about.

“You should come too,” Jungkook says taking Jimin’s hand and Jimin says yes only because he doesn’t want to be left here all alone with people he barely even knows.

They head to an empty room and Jimin sees Yoongi, Taehyung, and Hoseok along with some girls he knows briefly.

“Our birthday boy’s here,” Taehyung says and they all loudly cheer.

Jungkook grins sitting down and Jimin does the same as Yoongi brings out a Ziploc bag and in it are little white pills.

Yoongi hands out one to everyone and when it’s Jimin’s turn he doesn’t hold out his hand and Yoongi looks at him with a confused expression on his face.

“You should try it Jimin,” Taehyung says.

“I..,” Jimin begins.

“I don’t think so he wants to hyung,” Jungkook says giving Jimin a reassuring look.

“Shame, cause this is really one of the best things out there,” Yugyeom says. “It’s gonna make you feel so good like there are no worries in your life but only happiness”

Jimin bites his lips as a voice in him tells him to take the white pill that Yoongi is still holding out but he doesn’t.

“Yeah, Yugyeom’s right,” Taehyung says. “This is amazing and you should try it at least once. In….”

“Hyung, if he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t have to,” Jungkook says sounding annoyed.

“I-I wanna try it,” Jimin suddenly says.

Taehyung claps loudly.

“That’s my Jimin,” he says.

“Jimin,” Jungkook says in a low voice. “You know you don’t have to do it right?”

“I know,”

“So, then why are you?” Jungkook asks. “Should I take you out if you are feeling pressured?”

“There’s no pressure,” Jimin says. “I wanna try it myself”

Jungkook looks like he wants to say something but he doesn’t as Jimin finally takes the pill that Yoongi is still handing out.

“Can I get some water?” he asks.

Yugyeom tosses him a bottle and Jimin places the pill on his tongue and swallows it down with the help of water, his eyes closed and he sees his mother in front of his eyes and he has never regretted anything more but the damage is done.

Everyone else too has swallowed their pills.

“How long till it kicks off?” Jimin asks.

“Someone’s eager,” Taehyung chuckles.

“30 minutes mostly,” Yoongi says.

Jimin nods as everyone begins leaving the room and him and Jungkook walk out while Jungkook remains silent.

“Jungkook, what happened?” Jimin asks.

“Why did you do it?”

“Do what?” Jimin asks.

“Taking the pill, I know you don’t stand for drugs because literally an hour ago you were stopping me from doing it,” Jungkook says. “You didn’t have to”

Jungkook continues.

“Jimin, you are different and I don’t want you to change yourself to fit in with us okay,” Jungkook says. “You are okay just the way you are”

Jimin nods.

“I did it just because I wanted to,” he adds.

Jungkook nods kissing Jimin’s forehead.

“It’s okay if you wanted it,” Jungkook says. “But I hope you don’t lose yourself”

Jimin nods.

“Come on let’s sit down somewhere”

Jimin and Jungkook find an empty couch and they sit eating some chicken wings and sipping on some coke as Jimin waits for the drug to take it’s effect.

It does and Jimin feels lighter, a weight being taken off his shoulder and a smile spreads across his face.

He feels positive and everything seems possible for some reason.

Besides him, Jungkook is looking at his phone with a smile on his face.

He looks beautiful, Jimin thinks. Jimin thinks he doesn’t appreciate Jungkook’s beauty enough as he stares at Jungkook and the face of his shape and how his eyebrows crease to how his lips spread open in a smile and the little cross earrings that dangle from each of his ears and that black leather jacket hugging his body and so do his leather pants almost looking like Jungkook dipped his legs in black paint.

Jimin moves closer and suddenly grabs kissing Jungkook with everything in him and they make out on the couch for what Jimin thinks is for hours but Jimin breaks it eventually.

“I wanna dance,” he says.

Jimin doesn’t know what has taken over him but he swears dancing has never been more fun. He just wants to keep moving even though he is sweating like hell but he keeps dancing and he is feeling giddy with all the people that seem to be staring at him but today Jimin has let go of everything his mind fears.

He moves his body to the beat of the music.

“Jimin, you are amazing,” he hears a voice he is pretty sure belongs to Hoseok and Jimin’s grin grows wider. He feels Jungkook’s hands pull him back and they are pretty much grinding on the floor but the drug has made Jimin forget all his inhibitions.

He has the happiest he has ever been.

“We are doing body shots,” Jimin sees Yugyeom shout over to Jungkook. “Come join us”

Maybe Jungkook isn’t the only one who is looking exceptionally well tonight Jimin thinks as he sees Yugyeom but he doesn’t give it much thought as Jungkook drags him and Jimin sees Taehyung lying on the table and someone pours what seems like vodka on his belly button and Jimin sees Hoseok lick it all off and everyone is screaming loud.

“Come on who’s next,” someone yells and a girl gets on the table lifting her top up and someone pours a drink and a guy laps it off while Jimin watches in fascination.

This goes on and there are loud screams and cheers from everywhere.

“Come on, who wants to go next?” someone yells.

It’s the drug, it’s definitely the drug because never in his life ever would Jimin do something like this.

“Me,” Jimin says.

And there are even louder screams Jimin thinks as he gets on the table and lifts his T-shirt up and Yoongi pours a shot on his bellybutton. Jimin slightly shivers at how cold it is but in just a few second Jungkook is lapping it up with his tongue and it’s very ticklish so Jimin tries hard to stay still until Jungkook finishes and there’s lots of laughs and cheers as Jimin sits up pulling his shirt down and Jungkook helps him come down.

“Did you like that?” Jungkook asks and Jimin nods.

Jungkook laughs connecting their lips into a kiss and no one notices as they leave the crowded living room and they are in an empty room and in seconds their clothes are on the floor.

Jimin doesn’t know how long it lasts, heck he is barely registering anything that is happening but he feels his pleasure being heightened and when they are done Jimin stands up and sees himself in the mirror and for the first time in life he feels like he is beautiful.

He puts his clothes back on and so does Jungkook and they head downstairs to see that the party is still going on and Jimin notices Hoseok, Taehyung and Yoongi dancing together and he joins them with Jungkook.

Jimin has never danced so much in his life. The music has never sounded so good. He is burning up he feels but he doesn’t want to stop. He feels giddy with pleasure, all of his senses heightened.

Jimin talks to a lot of people too.

People he doesn’t know and they laugh at his jokes and Jimin is making friends, big shocker but it feels like he has opened his eyes to everything and they are all so nice.

Surrounded by his new found friends he is pulled back soon by Jungkook.

“Jimin, I miss you,” he whines.

“I am right here,” Jimin laughs.

“Stay with me,” Jungkook says making Jimin laugh even more.

But Jimin decides to stay as he sits down on one of the couches and Jungkook immediately lies across his lap and Jimin begins playing with Jungkook’s hair.

“You know Jungkook,” Jimin says. “This is the first birthday party I’ve ever been to”

“Ooooh,” Jungkook says. “Do you like it?”

“This might have been the best day I’ve ever had,” Jimin says.

“I am glad,” Jungkook smiles.

“What time is it?” Jimin asks.

“4 am,”

“Oh,” Jimin says. If it was sober Jimin he would panic about waking up for Uni the next day but not today.

“Wait, isn’t my birthday over already over?” Jungkook wonders out loud. “Why are we still celebrating?”

“Shush,” Jimin says placing a lip on Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook laughs and so does Jimin before Jimin bends down and pecks Jungkook’s lips.

“I love you,” Jungkook says.

“Love you too,” Jimin says.

A few minutes later Jimin sees that Jungkook has fallen asleep on Jimin’s lap and Jimin smiles at him admiring how adorable his boyfriend looks.

Jimin sees that some people have left now and there are still a few people here and there mostly eating or drinking.

Jimin feels himself getting tired as well and almost wants to fall asleep when he sees Taehyung and Yoongi making out with each other and he swears he is seeing stuff because he is high and he blinks twice but sure they are making out but Jimin’s mind seems to be too far off to react in any way as he too falls asleep along with Jungkook.

The things that Jimin sees while he is on the drug are all based on the experiences of people taking MDMA that I've read online. So if anything seems inaccurate I apologize as these are based on personal experiences which may vary from person to person.