#it'd be sick if they brought this back but i'm happy with the three (or two?) videos they did with it

[elytrafemme]

i forgot how dan and phil are so fucking good at keep talking and nobody explodes and for like zero reason whatsoever

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "You have a fever."

Pairing: Epel Felmier x Gn!Reader/Prefect/Yuu

Genre: Fluff

TW: NA

"Come on, (Name). Please? " Epel batted his eyelashes at you.

You sighed, tilting your head slightly as you looked at him. Fighting against the part of you that just wanted to coo at him and give into his demands was hard, but you managed to contain yourself. You remained silent, watching the shorter boy fidget under your intent gaze.

"Epel is smart," Vil had told you, days before he had to leave for some project. "Despite his hesitancy in using his beauty, he will employ it against you should he want something. He knows you well, Prefect. But you mustn't give in."

I mustn't give in, you chanted in your mind as you looked at Epel, who was growing more antsy by the minute.

"You've just recovered from that cold, Epel. I don't think it'd be a good idea to go out and play in the snow when it's not even been that long," you tried to get him to see reason. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Rook was instructed by Vil to keep an eye on you. If this gets back to him..."

"It won't get back to him!" Epel huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he switched the puppy eyes for a pout. Sevens, was he aiming to persuade you, or to kill you?

"Vil's not here, and Rook's going to the mountains today–"

"Why?"

"– I don't really know, but that's besides the point. (Name), I'm bored. I've been stuck in my room for almost a week, I'm fine now! Besides, isn't it Vil who says going outside is good for your health?"

"He says that to have you join him when he's jogging," you hummed in amusement. "Also, who says I'll not snitch on you to Vil?"

Epel took a step closer to you, gently reaching out to hold your hand in his. A light tug, followed by a soft "Please...?" had you blushing and looking away. Epel tilted forward to catch the expression on your face while you tried to cover it with your free hand.

You mentally apologized to Vil for failing to resist Epel's charms. For someone who disliked being called cute or any synonyms of it, he sure knew how to wield his cuteness. And you were but a weak, weak human.

"Fine. Fifteen minutes," you said, trying to ignore the way Epel's face lit up with smug happiness. "Only fifteen minutes."

"I'll take that!" He smiled as he placed a quick kiss on your cheek, leaving you dumbfounded. The smile on his face quickly turned into a mischievous grin as he let go of you and turned, running out of his dorm yelling, "Last one out's a rotten egg!"

"Hey, not fair!" You yelled back as you chased him.

"You have a fever," Vil's voice rang out, a disappointed note to his words as he stared down at the thermometer in his hand. You squirmed in your place on Epel's bed, twiddling your thumbs. A quick glance to your side showed you an equally miserable and sick Epel mirroring your position.

"In our defense," you started, voice slightly croaky as you looked up at the Pomefiore housewarden, "we were out for only 15 minutes."

"And look what that brought upon the two of you," Vil deadpanned, looking very much like an exasperated mother as he made sure both of you were comfortable.

Rook stood silently in the corner of the room, not moving a muscle as he watched the three of you from where he'd been placed on timeout. His crime? Letting you two be unsupervised for an entire day. You felt bad for him, letting him know that with an apologetic smile in his direction, which he returned with one of his own.

"Honestly... I was away for three days, potatoes," he sighed, manicured hands carefully pressing a cold damp towel to your forehead, then doing the same to Epel. Neither one of you commented on his fussing, not wanting to get scolded any more than you already had.

"Now wait here while I go and brew you some medicinal potions."

"Uh, Vil we could just get some from the infirmary-"

"I said, wait here, like good little spudlings," Vil calmly stared at you, lips curling into a triumphant smile when none of you dared to make a sound in protest. "Good. Rook?"

The blonde in the corner turned his attention to his housewarden. "Yes?"

"Keep an eye on them."

Back to Masterlist...

[sometimes-men-need-help-too]

So this guy posted about how his wife "baby trapped" him, with baby trapped in quotes because he didn't know if it necessarily counted. He said she didn't do it to make him stay, just against his will

They've been together for 8 years, have 2 (5f and 2m) kids and when they talked about having kids, she wanted 2 but he wanted 1. They ended up having 2 because she insisted it was important for a child to have a sibling. After his son was born, OP didn't want to go through all the sleepiness nights and everything again. But when their son was a year old, his wife started mentioning having a 3rd child. I would laugh it off but finally she sat me down and said we have to have a third. I said no, we agreed on two, but she said she wanted four and three is the compromise. I refused and said I wanted one and we have two. She got angry and called me selfish for taking away her dream of wanting a big family.

Few days later, she apologized and they had sex. She was on birth control, he had a condom, so they did it. Then one day, she showed him the positive pregnancy test. When she saw his less than happy expression, she berated him for not being supportive, that he should be grateful, etc. So he apologized, hugged her and told her he was excited.

When she was asleep, I took the condoms out of the cupboard and ran them under water. Holes.

I nabbed her phone and saw she'd set a password. That was odd. Nevertheless, my wife has a terrible memory so I tried her birthday and it opened. Further up were texts with her best friend of my wife complaining how I wouldn't come around. Her best friend suggested "arrange an accident" with a winky face. My wife agreed and said she was going to come off of birth control. It went on for a little while, ending with my wife saying that yes, we were going to have a 3rd.

So he woke her up after that to question her about it. She started crying. Through tears she screamed I had no right to go through her phone and it's her choice whether or not she wants to take BC, the side-effects are bad and she was sick. She also brought up if I really didn't want a third kid, I should have had a vasectomy. She told me to go sleep on the couch, I laughed out loud and said no, I'm sleeping here, you're leaving. So while wailing she packed a bag and left to her parents. When she called the next day I told her I just need some time to myself. She said that's fine but I need to come around for our child. I told her I wasn't sure if it'd be "our child" and she cried more.

It's been two weeks since then. Governments recommended to stay at home and I knew staying home by myself while also working with two kids would not be ideal and she wanted to see our kids. So we're in the same house, she constantly keeps on stopping me and trying to get me excited for our kid and planning the nursery and names and how happy our kids will be to get a younger sibling. I've been ignoring her entirely.

A lot of the comments were in his favor so I was happy to see that. But there were also plenty of other comments that weren't as supportive, even downplaying the wife's actions.

There were a number of people who were against him divorcing her, questioning him why he wants to ruin his marriage and his family over this. I just can't get over that, how they're acting like he's in the wrong here. Would you want to stay with someone who crossed the line severely? Would you want to stay with someone you couldn't trust?

She ruined the marriage on her own. He's reacting how anyone can expect someone to react in that kind of situation. A lot of people were insisting he try to fix his marriage and stay for the kids so he doesn't break up the family but that is, in this case, the worst advice someone can give. I'm not sure there's any coming back from this. How could you trust someone like that again? How do you know she wouldn't do it again in the long run because she'd want a 4th baby?

Not to mention, it's a horrible thing to put the kids through. They're already, according to him in a comment, wondering why he isn't talking to their mother (sidenote: some people expressed disbelief that the kids would notice at that age. I haven't spent much time with super little kids like a 2 year old but 5 year old's can be surprisingly observant. Or the wife might have said something to them). If he were to stay and things worsen, like them fighting more often, that just hurts the kids. And it's not a good lesson for them when they get older. There are limits to keeping a relationship with someone.

And of course, his own mental health and happiness are important too.

What bothers me is the justifications people are pulling out in defense of his wife. They are severely downplaying her actions by saying she just wanted a baby, people aren't perfect, etc. Somebody even compared the situation to...rearranging a room.

And then you have others blaming him because he hasn't had a vasectomy yet. That isn't the point of this. If the wife hadn't done anything and he was complaining that she got pregnant, then I would find him more at fault. But what the wife has done is considered reproductive coercion, which is a form of intimate partner violence.

Sure there was a bit of a chance of pregnancy occurring, but she crossed the line in order to get what she wanted. She is at fault here for the pregnancy. And she should be held accountable for that. I've found conflicting information about whether she could face legal consequences, but at the very least we shouldn't be trying to make excuses for her or downplay it to make it sound like it's something innocent.

Because it definitely isn't

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 99 - Powerless

Ophelia's song is almost done! She needs some Marshmallow snuggles first to inspire her!

Ophelia's almost done polishing things up when the power gets shut off! Apparently the squirrels messed with the power lines? Fantastic.

I mean, it's not a keyboard, so she could work on her song in the dark, but the disruption makes her realize how long she's been working.

Xander had been taking care of Gemma all morning, and Ophelia had assured him she'd take care of her after her nap. Well, she maybe let that nap go on a little longer than she should have…

Ophelia: Oh no, how long have you been in that diaper? Poor baby.

Looks like Gemma found a way to get back at her mom for letting her sleep in that dirty diaper for so long.

Ophelia: WOOHOOCK! How did you even do that? I didn't think girls could pee on people! Ewwwww.

Ophelia: Do you promise you're done peeing?

Maybe for now, but it looks like we discovered Gemma's third quirk! I don't think that was a one-time thing, unfortunately for her parents.

Xander: Not to criticize your diaper changing skills, but Gemma still smells like pee.

Ophelia: That's me.

Xander: …Do you need to be in diapers too?

Ophelia: Haha. Your daughter peed on me.

Xander: Oh, so when she does gross stuff, she's just MY daughter?

Ophelia: Yes.

Ophelia: I am NOT sitting in the dark for 8 hours while the Landgraabs fart around.

Xander: Well, we have kind of been homebodies lately. Maybe we can take Gemma to the park, see if anyone else is available to hang out.

Ophelia: Beats reading by candlelight like cavemen.

Luckily, Drew was available and Moses was back from his trip, so they were more than happy to go to the park to hang out.

Xander brought some sandwiches he had made right before the power went out, since they were going to just rot in the powerless fridge otherwise

What is this place? Who are these people? Gemma misses the comfort of being someplace familiar. She doesn't care that the lights are off, she wants to go home!

There aren't a lot of problems that applesauce can't solve. At least having her mommy and daddy nearby is making Gemma feel a little less scared being someplace unfamiliar.

Drew: The child life ain't for me, but I've gotta say, Gemma's adorable. Thank Watcher she doesn't look anything like Xander.

Xander: I'm right here.

Drew: I know, that's why I said it loud enough for you to hear.

Ophelia: I'm so glad we could hang out! Between the baby and songwriting, I've barely had time to do anything. Come on, tell us all about your latest escapades, Drew! Let me live vicariously through you, Party Animal!

Drew: There's not much to report on, really.

Ophelia: Come on, what about that woohoo partner of yours?

Drew: Dude, I ended that weeks ago.

Moses: And you haven't met anyone new?

Drew: Honestly, I'm getting kind of sick of the woohoo partner thing. It's too much drama. We can't all suck so bad at it we fall in love.

Ophelia: Do my ears deceive me? Does Drew Padilla want to settle down?

Drew: Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in marriage, but it'd be nice to have someone to woohoo AND do couple shit with.

Ophelia: Nothing wrong with that! If you want something different, go for it.

Ophelia: Speaking of couples, how did you and Ian like your trip?

Moses: It was great. Henford is as beautiful as ever. I miss it sometimes, but at least we got to see Mum. And uh, we actually did something a little spontaneous, so don't get mad I didn't tell you guys.

Moses: I don't know if you guys noticed the ring but it's not just for looks.

Ophelia: No way! You guys got married?!

Xander: I didn't even know you were engaged!

Moses: We weren't! It was very spur of the moment. Mum isn't getting any younger, and I wanted her to be there.

Moses: I'm so sorry I didn't invite you three. It was so short notice, and Ian's family didn't support his transition so I didn't want to remind him how fewer guests he'd have on his side.

Ophelia: Trust me, I get family stuff, but we support you both no matter what.

Drew: Congratulations! I just wish you'd told us before I blathered on about my stupid crap.

Moses: It's not stupid. That's what friends are for. Besides, marriage wasn't a huge priority, hence why we waited so long.

Ophelia: Well it's still something to celebrate!

Moses: Ian wanted to get married before we had kids, so that was another thing.

Ophelia: Wow, really? You're going to have a Science Baby?

Moses: We think we want to adopt. Hopefully they'll be as cute as Gemmy.

Even with applesauce all over her sad face, she's still adorable.

Xander: Congrats again, man. I'm happy for you and Ian.

Moses: Thanks, mate. Any chance you've got dad advice? I've read a few parenting blogs…

Xander: No amount of preparing will ever make you feel ready, but it's the most amazing and exhausting thing I've ever done.

Moses: I was the youngest, I was never around babies growing up. I've never even held a baby.

Xander: Well, you're in luck. I've got one of those right here.

Moses: Are you sure? She seems a little scared.

Xander: I'll be right here. She has to learn to be around other people.

Xander gently passes Gemma over to Moses.

Xander: There, see? She loves her Guncle Moses.

Moses: Guncle?

Xander: Gay uncle.

Moses: Ha! You're her pansexual father and I don't see you calling yourself her 'paddy'.

Xander: Cuz that doesn't sound as funny, does it, muffin?

Ophelia and Drew move to a nearby bench to chat, girl to enby.

Ophelia: So Libby told me you guys have been texting a lot lately.

Drew: Yeah, she's got cool stories. I can't believe you gave up an astronaut for Xander. I mean he's one of my best friends, but, total downgrade.

Ophelia: Libby also doesn't want to get married or have kids. And she's super sweet and loves doing 'couple shit'.

Drew: Ophelia, you'd better not be suggesting what I think you are.

Ophelia: Why not?

Drew: Because she's your ex!

Drew: Libby's cool, but I'm not risking our friendship over a girl. You mean too much to me.

Ophelia: I appreciate that, but I was so young when I dated Libby. It feels like forever ago. I have a whole-ass husband and baby now. Trust me, there's no lingering feelings there.

Ophelia: I love Libby as a person but we were totally incompatible. Your lifestyles line up more than ours ever did. It's fine if you really don't want to, but if you want to ask her out, you have my blessing.

Drew: Thanks, O. You're the best fake daughter a fake dad could have.

Ophelia: Ooooh, Libby just posted a pic at a nearby bar! You could go there and do a meet cute!

Drew: We've already met.

Ophelia: A meet again cute!

Drew: Look, I'll think about asking her out, but I'm not ditching you guys. You're a loyal Sim too now, you should know that!

Xander: You and Libby, huh? I don't know much about her besides that she likes waterfall woohoo but hey, so does my wife so I can't judge.

Ophelia: Xander, not in front of my fake dads!

Drew: Waterfall woohoo is baby shit. I've woohooed at the top of the volcano.

[vampirevatican]

Eating for... Three!?

pairing - Kenny McCormick x black! fem reader

genre/tags - pregnant reader, twin babies, tooth rotting fluff

notes - 1.7k words. yes this is a pregnancy fic, no i won't be detailing the birth but the journey? oh yes please. do i wanna be a mother? hell no. do i love family fluff, sims family gameplay, the idea or stories of happy families, think that babies are adorable? yes.

summary - You know about Kenny's upbringing, where he came from, and how if he ever had kids he wanted to do better than his parents. The first night you heard about it you saw the determination in those blue eyes and felt your heart melt, he really wanted to go above and beyond for his own. When you brought up baby names he was a little bit curious but didn't want to pressure you into it. So that night, while you two were about to sleep, you brought up trying for a baby. He could barely contain himself.

"Ken, I want a baby." You were both winding down for the night. Him in just boxers, the covers and laptop covering his legs, and you in a bonnet and silk night gown. He immediately stopped what he was doing on his laptop and looked over at you, shocked and excited. You've mentioned baby names before, it wasn't like you guys weren't having sex whenever he had free time, but did that mean you were off of your birth control? "A..are you sure?" He had to take a pause at the start of his sentence, still startled by the sudden reality he was in. He has already set aside the laptop, slightly turned to face you in bed; eager and trying to control his enthusiasm but that was impossible. When you nodded he pulled you into a hug and kissed your face as you laughed and hugged him back. "Yup, been thinking on it for a bit and figured we might as well." You said as he pulled away and you looked into his blue eyes. "You've always wanted a family, and I wasn't fully against it just concerned of what the child would be brought into." You looked around at the huge bedroom, the floor to ceiling windows covered by blinds, walk in closet connected to a bathroom and vanity. "I think we'll do great." You gave him a light kiss and whispered, "There may be a chance we'll have one already."

It definitely didn't take too long either, given Kenny's drive and him taking off work for the next few weeks he could. You two were like rabbits around the mansion, save for the nursery you set aside. One day decorating it, with Kenny doing the heavy lifting, you took in everything. How ornate, adorable, and welcoming the room was. "Kenny," you said to him as he was hanging up picture frames that were yet to be filled. "Yes, my love?" You couldn't help but smile, as he looked over at you and came to your side. He pulled you into a side hug, taking in the room with you, "We're going to spoil this kid rotten."

WEEK 0-13 (0-3 Months)

You've seen and heard about morning sickness but was hoping, praying, that it'd miraculously pass you. It didn't. Neither did the other side effects you read about with you husband.

Kenny held your braids back while you were puking in the toilet, tying the box braids into a high ponytail and rubbing your back. "It'll be over soon darling." He told you, doing his best to reassure you and immensely grateful you're willing to be the mother of his children, your children. He didn't mind the constant trips to the bathroom to pee, whenever he noticed you were tired he was quick to get you to rest.

"Kenny I'm fine, just a little..." You yawned, laying in bed next to him. "Tired. Please get some rest, your body needs it." Not being able to resist his request; being obviously very sleepy and so comfy in the warm covers, smooth sheets, and plush mattress, you only gave him a look in protest before drifting off. By the time you were awake again he already had clothes set out for you to get ready for the appointment to check in on the baby. He helped you get ready every step of the way with some protest from you. "I ain't even showing yet Ken, you don't have to wait on me hand and foot." He simply shrugged, having the both of you take the elevator down instead of the stairs. "I just love pampering you. You're my lovely wife, who's carrying our precious child, even if they're not fully formed yet." You let out a small chuckle at his words.

The baby was fine, right where they should be with no complications, but you were facing the changes of having the little one around. Looking online it seemed that it'd just get more intense as it went on. Your sense of smell made it so that there was the sent of lavender, pine sol and coco butter throughout the mansion. Whenever Kenny asked what you wanted to eat the cravings and aversions grew stronger. Foods you didn't like before, you now hated a few and found others delicious. Foods you did like before became strong favorites. Though that wasn't the only thing that fluctuated.

Kenny was understanding during your mood swings. There to comfort or reassure with whatever you were sobbing so much about and quick to step back and listen whenever you were pissed. "Don't fuckin' touch me. My god, everything is pissing me off. Why are the people at the office so incompetent? We're both not there for a couple of weeks and they wanna blow up my phone. The hell they reaching out to me for?" Kenny was listening to your rant as he answered emails in bed with you as the TV played, knowing it'd pass eventually. "No idea dear, but after 6 meetings that could've been emails. I completely understand how you fee-" He looked over to see your deadpan expression and immediately took back his words.

WEEKS 14-27 (3-6 Months)

As the baby grew so did your cravings and so did your stomach. When going for another ultrasound with Kenny, wearing shades and having security do their best to keep off journalists and paparazzi, you were both surprised to discover the news. The obstetrician, a black woman you had personally requested from the start, was analyzing the monitor and making sure she was seeing things right. "Yeah, that's..." she said pausing for a second and turning the monitor to you and your husband. "Looks like you're having two little one's Mrs.Mccormick." Hearing the news your worries had melted away to pure joy and astonishment as you squeezed Kenny's hand. The blonde was just as excited, there'd be two additions to the family soon.

Then came baby names, along with the little ones deciding to make themselves known with each press to your belly. If they weren't stretching their hands or feet, it felt like your stomach was doing flips. Kenny would rub your belly with lotion after a bath and talk to them, earning small kicks and you letting him know that they hear him. You still made an effort to be capable and move around but your body definitely wasn't what it was, not to mention the little ones reminding you that you're their mommy now. When your feet and ankles swelled or your body was aching? Immediate bedrest, ordered by none other than your husband of course. "Ken I'm fine, I can get up and-" every protest was met with a 'No.' and kisses to your cheek or forehead. He waited on you hand and foot, no buts or exceptions.

The baby shower was small, with just a few friends and family. Being that Kenny is a famous philanthropist; the announcements, unveilings, and multiple interviews you both had, just made it easier.

Of course, before the baby shower, he made the announcement of y'all having little ones soon to the presses. "Yes we're having children. Now, if you could please give us some privacy." He was very blunt with it and it made some headlines but that wasn't for you to worry about.

There were balloons, a small cake decorated to look like a crib with little blocks that spelled 'welcome babies'. Looking around at the colors, (pastel purple and yellow) two-tiered diaper cake, and the table crowded in baby clothes and toys you thought 'These babies are gonna be spoiled past rotten.' You wouldn't have it any other way though. From the start you always wanted to give your children everything they could ever want and more and with their father growing up and being who he is, it was a recipe for the most loved and gifted children.

WEEKS 28 - 42 (6-9 Months)

At this point, there wasn't much fighting on your end of being pampered. The only time you were out of bed, you went to the bathroom or your husband helped you in and out of the tub. The twins were ready to leave and with each passing day, their restless movements made that well known. All that was left in the wake of the twins was just them pulling a circ-de-solei whenever they felt like it. When it was strong but not enough to stop you in your tracks, adorable, and whenever it wasn't Kenny was there to try and make you laugh or aid you in any way possible. "Don't make me come in there." He was holding your belly, looking down and talking to them. For some reason that would get them to stop moving or, "You're hurting mommy." then there was no movement from either of them.

When it was around go time, Kenny was more than prepared. He had a set car, chauffeur, everything packed. The months before he was reading parenting books along with you, maybe even more than you. A few times you'd wake up in the middle of the night to pee, you'd catch him wide awake reading and something about that made you feel better. Kenny was always a doting husband. Not just through expensive gifts, date nights, or vacations but also being there for you through anything. He'd help take down your protective styles, watch videos on how to do and take care of your hair. Over the pregnancy you were in an afro most of the time. Partialy out of tiredness, carrying two became a hassle over time, and the other half because when you caught sight of yourself; you felt a sense of pride and immense joy. You were a mother, you're a mother.

The little ones took their time coming out. Enough time for there to be little moments between you and your husband that were more sweet than nearly crushing his hand. Though when the pair was born, and you held them in your arms as your husband got a picture before holding one of them himself. That same feeling came back, your hair was back in a protective style but that didn't change anything. Your crotchet braids were done by a professional before the due date, they held up nice; save for the edges because of the sweat, but as Kenny slicked them back and kissed your forehead you just smiled. 'Im a mother.' and as you thought that, the little girl in your arms held your finger with her tiny hand.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Kalim Al-Asim Tsumsitter Personal Story: Part 3

"A Moment with Kalimtsum III"

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Main Street]

Kalim: It's almost nighttime…

Kalim: Aw man, so you're really gonna leave us?

Kalim: We were having such a great time, and we gotta say bye already? That's no fun.

Kalim: Ah, I know! Why don't you become my little brother?

Kalim: Hm? You'd be younger…right?

Kalim: Whatever, either'd work for me!

Kalim: I got tons of little brothers and sisters, so one more won't make a difference. So…

Jamil: Stop it, Kalim.

Jamil: That wild… Even though we don't know if it's wild…

Jamil: Animal… Even though we don't know if it's an animal, either…

Jamil: …Uh, anyway, it won't be happy if you just selfishly trap him here in our human world.

Jamil: The best thing for it would be to go back to its own world. I'm sure.

Kalim: Are you wanting to go home?

Kalim: …I see. Yeah, I get it. You got a home back there.

Kalim: Okay! Then, let's have as much fun as we can before you have to go back!

Kalim: So, it's time for a party!

Jamil: We had one yesterday, already.

Kalim: Then what should we do? Is there something you want to do, little guy?

[Kalimtsum gets an idea and rushes off]

Kalim: Where're you going? Alright! I'll follow you anywhere!

Jamil: …That was close.

Jamil: If that Tsum decided to stick around… I shudder to think about how much work it'd be for me to watch over it.

[Classroom]

Kalim: Oh, the Pop Music Club's room? Oh, do you want to perform something?

[Kalimtsum plays the drums]

Kalim: Wooooah! That's some technique you got there! I didn't know you could also play the drums!

Jamil: Seriously, how is it playing with those short arms and legs…?

Kalim: Ahaha. Don't sweat the details. It's so good at playing!

Kalim: Oooh, I gotcha! Let's do it together!

[Courtyard]

Kalim: Time for a jam session! One, two, three!

[Kalim and Kalimtsum plays the drums]

Kalim: Awesome. We're totally in sync. Keep going!

[Kalim and Kalimtsum continue to play the drums]

Scarabia Student: Hey, isn't that Dorm Leader? What's he doing?

Savanaclaw Student: Is this a live performance? Looks fun!

Pomefiore Student: This beat's pretty sick. I just want to start dancing!

Heartslabyul Student: Me too!

Kalim: Hey, look! There's a bunch of people showing up!

Kalim: Ooh, yeah! We still have some of that food leftover that Jamil brought, right?

Kalim: Since we got this crowd, we should share it with everyone! Let's eat, drink, and party!

Kalim: HEY, EVERYONE! COME ON OVER! MAKE SOME NOISE!

Jamil: Good grief. So it basically turned into a party after all.

Kalim: Ahaha, this is so much fun! But we gotta go harder!

Kalim: YOU AND ME, WE'RE GONNA GET EVERYONE IN THIS SCHOOL DANCING!

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[kraekat29]

Ruby bit her tongue, staring out the window. It'd been two weeks since she'd grabbed a weapon blindly from the table in the basement and tried to stab Rafe with a knife sharpener, and ten days since Rafe declared that he was getting Ruby a prenatal paternity test. She hadn't actually done any damage, so Rafe wasn't mad-- at least, he wasn't taking it out on her.

Sometimes, JJ's sobs echoed up the vent after Rafe came back upstairs. And that was the worst type of psychological torture.

--

It'd been six hours since the results came back-- clearly labeled inconclusive.

It'd been three hours since Rafe'd brought Ruby back from the doctor's office, where she'd gotten an ultrasound.

Twins. Ruby assumed one was Rafe's and one was JJ's, but how was--

It didn't matter how it was possible, it only mattered that Ruby came up with a way to stop Rafe from hurting JJ.

So far, she had nothing but the dead phone from Sage and tear tracks on her cheeks.

--

Rafe was out. He hadn't locked the door. Ruby knew when he'd be back-- she had plenty of time to visit JJ.

Or call 911. No, scratch that-- Rafe had the cops in his pocket. Of course he did.

Ruby crept down the stairs as silently as possible. The basement stairs creaked under her weight, and she could hear JJ protest softly.

"Rafe, c'mon, man, y-you got what you wanted..."

"JJ?" Ruby whispered. She was all turned around, used to Rafe finding the switch that was built much higher in the wall than it should've been.

"Wh-- Ruby?"

"JJ, baby, just keep talking."

"What do you want? I thought Rafe kept you happy and satisfied, or whatever bullshit he called it--"

Ruby's hand found JJ's shoulder and crept up to hold his face. "How come you believe Rafe's bullshit? I love you, JJ, not fucking Rafe. Okay?"

JJ went quiet for a moment. "I... I'm sorry."

"You'd better be," Ruby said, leaning down to kiss JJ's forehead. "I'm gonna get you out, okay? He's gone, but I don't know how much longer we have."

--

Ruby led JJ up the stairs, keeping a firm hold on his hand. She still wasn't quite sure if he could see or not, but it didn't matter. They were getting out.

That's when the front door slammed.

Rafe.

He went through the kitchen and passed the hallway JJ and Ruby were in without a second thought. It was only when he saw the basement door, left wide open, that he reacted.

"Ruby!" Rafe's yell echoed throughout the house, shaking Ruby to her core. Her heart jumped into her throat and she started to move faster, toward the door. "Ruby Routledge, I know you're still in here! You'd better stop moving or I swear to God--"

"Are you gonna make her kill me?" JJ crowed, splitting off from Ruby with surprising agility. "Gonna have her spill my blood? Maybe make her wear it 'round her neck? You sick bastard!"

His voice was so loud that it filled the house, making it impossible for Rafe to tell where it was coming from.

"JJ!" Ruby whisper-yelled, rounding the corner, following the blood that JJ's footprints left--

Rafe's yell this time was different. She'd come into the kitchen just in time to see JJ drive the knife into Rafe's back.

HAHA YES! I’VE BEEN WAITING SINCE DAY ONE FOR THIS MOMENT I’M SO HAPPY😭

(@redhead1180 next part)

[bubblesreplies]

Valentine’s Day

Connor x reader NSFW 18+ only!

You hate Valentine’s Day and Connor just wants to make you happy. Luckily for you, he always accomplishes his mission.

“‘ ...The reason that I went to Gen's room that night, was to tell her that it's over, because... because I'm in love with you, Lara Jean. Only you.’”

You sniffled.

“‘ You're what? Wait... How do we do this?’”

Another handful of popcorn. You fished the strays out of your bra and ate those too. (So what if it was disgusting? You were alone. On Valentine’s Day.)

“ ‘What do you mean?’” You watched, subconsciously leaning closer to the tv screen as Peter stalked ever closer to Lara Jean. Your heart threatened to burst out of your chest.

“ ‘What do you put into a contract for a real relationship?’”

You sighed dreamily, licking your fingers to rid them of butter and salt. You couldn’t help but giggle at her naivety, a stirring in your chest as you wished you were in her situation. Well, not hers specifically, maybe, but you certainly wouldn’t mind being that naive if it meant that somebody loved you that much.

You laughed along with Peter.

“‘ Nothing. You gotta trust. You gonna break my heart, Covey?’”

You waited, your breath hitching in your throat.

And then, of course, the kiss.

“ ‘I'd always fantasized about falling in love in a field,’” another sigh, a sip of your hot chocolate. ‘“but I just never thought it'd be the kind where you played lacrosse.’”

And, cue adorable outro scene. And end credits.

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before was your third romantic comedy today. You’d called in sick to work (you were kind of sick, you reasoned. Or, at least, being sad should count) and you were currently bumming it out on your sofa, watching the most adorable movies known to planet earth, and eating your weight in junk food.

You couldn’t stand the precinct during Valentine’s Day. Half of the receptionists (like you) were dating each other, and every single one of them had a significant other except for you. Likewise, most of the officers were in a relationship of some kind, or at least had a solid hookup buddy. Even Connor had been going on dates with women lately.

Nope, you were the only real single one in the entire precinct. And it was your own damn fault, too. You could date any human guy you wanted, you’d had plenty ask you out within the last month.

But you, stupid you, had to go and fall in love with the cute android detective who smiled every time he saw you, and brought you coffee when he walked into work in the mornings, and let you sit at his desk and talk with him while you were supposed to be on your lunch break, and invited you over to Hank’s house to watch action movies and take Sumo for walks.

Sigh .

All platonically, of course. You’d been friends with him for over a year now, he’d been deviant for almost three and you were certain that if he harbored any romantic interest in you that he would’ve done something by now.

“Shit,” you hissed, shoving away the blanket that covered you and hopping off of your couch, two fingers pressed to your temples as you willed yourself to stop thinking about Connor Anderson. This is exactly why you couldn’t come into work today and this is exactly what you needed to be avoiding. “Time for a bubble bath, then,” you reasoned, grabbing your favorite erotica novel and heading to the bathroom. You just needed to get these feelings—and these stirrings within your navel—out of your system so you could face him tomorrow when you had to go back to work. You needed a good love story with some solid sex scenes, and a nice hot bath, and—

Knock, knock, knock.

You jumped, half of the buttons on your shirt already undone and quirked an eyebrow at yourself in the mirror. Who the hell would come knocking on your door at—shit, it was only one p.m.?—and on Valentine’s Day of all days.

You quickly checked your phone, but you hadn’t drunk invited any exes— or Connor, thank goodness— over today for any fun . So who the hell—

You heard your name through the door and turned white as a ghost when you recognized Connor’s voice. “Are you in there?” He asked, but you still stood, stunned, completely frozen in place and staring at yourself in your bathroom mirror.

“I—yes,” you answered, hurriedly doing up the buttons on your shirt and rushing to your front door. “Just a minute Connor!”

You finished buttoning up your shirt and gripped your door handle with a deep, steadying breath. What on earth was he even doing here?

Well, there was only one way to find out, after all.

You threw the door open and there stood your favorite person, with a shy smile and a bouquet of roses.

What. The. Fuck?

You were dreaming—you must have been dreaming—and you continued to stare at your dream version of Connor until his smile faded and his brows furrowed, eyes darting back and forth between and your apartment behind you.

“Er—do I have permission to come in, sunshine?” You blushed at his use of Hank’s nickname for you and simply nodded, robotically moving out of the way so Connor could enter your apartment. You suddenly got nervous— he’s been in your apartment a million times, idiot— and as you shut the door behind you, you couldn’t help but glance warily at his retreating back as he made his way over to your kitchen.

“Connor,” you spoke, having finally found your voice again. “What, um—what are you doing here? I called in sick today.” You nervously crossed your arms over your chest and eyed your messy couch—your half-eaten popcorn bowl, empty mug of hot chocolate, strewn blankets. You were not company ready

You glanced down at your button-up paired with your spandex. You were definitely not dressed appropriately for Connor’s company. He was used to seeing you in your professional work attire, and your modest pajamas during movie night.

Not your ass-hanging-out spandex.

As if reading your mind, Connor turned around with the roses, now in an old vase that used to belong to your mother, and cocked an eyebrow at you. And then, his eyes wandered down past your face and his cheeks turned dark blue at the sight of your very bare legs.

“I noticed that you weren’t there this morning, and then you didn’t come by my desk for your lunch break,” Connor answered, and you noticed he was trying really hard to avoid looking at your legs. You suddenly felt embarrassed and determined to excuse yourself to put some damn pants on. “I brought you some leftovers from the dinner that I made Hank last night, and I wanted to see if you were feeling well enough to try them.” He eyed your mess on the couch and you blushed again, hurrying over and picking away at the mess you had made. You passed him in the kitchen and blushed again when his eyes followed your legs like magnets.

“Oh,” you answered, stowing your dishes in the sink and washing your hands off as you eyed the roses . They were beautiful. “Yes, I’d love to try your dinner! I’m not, um, actually sick. I just didn’t really feel like coming into work today.” The admission embarrassed you; you knew Connor was very dedicated to his job and the thought of missing a day without a legitimate excuse probably never crossed his mind. “The, um—the roses are beautiful, Connor; are they for me?” He brought the damn flowers to your house and stored them in your vase. Yes they’re for you, you idiot.

“ Yes!” Connor answered excitedly, warming your heart as a hopeful feeling bubbled to the surface. “They’re from Hank and myself. He reminded me that it was Valentine’s Day and suggested that you might like some flowers for the occasion.”

“Oh,” you said again, your spirits dropping just a little bit. So they were from Hank—who knew about my crush on Connor and probably felt bad for me. Got it.

Connor seemed to sense your emotional dip because of course he did and frowned, eyeing the roses on the counter.

“Would you have preferred a different flower?”

“No!” You answered quickly, hurrying over to him and grasping his arm comfortingly. Connor startled and you quickly dropped your hand with a wince. “I—I mean, Connor, I love roses. I’m sorry, it’s not you; it’s this damn holiday ,” you growled, sluggishly stomping over to your couch and picking up the blanket you’d been using, holding it to your chest for comfort for a minute before folding it.

Connor furrowed his brows; a telltale sign of confusion.

“Valentine’s Day?” He questioned, his LED spinning yellow. You sighed and, with a solemn nod, fell backwards onto your couch in sadness. “My past experience with the holiday—though not as extensive as yours—indicates that it’s a joyous one. Why are you not fond of it?”

You could only manage a depressing chuckle at his question and you began to play with your hair, listening to Connor’s footsteps as he made his way over to you slowly.

“May I sit?” He asked, shrugging off his jacket and placing it on your recliner. You smiled at him and turned yourself upright, patting the space next to you invitingly. Connor smiled—your heart stopped—and then he sat next to you.

“For most people I’m sure it is an enjoyable holiday,” you admitted, glancing back at the roses with a smile. “But it’s always been a little hard, for me; I’ve had my fair share of relationships but somehow, I always end up single on Valentine’s Day. And I just—I see those movies and I want what they have, but I’m so damn picky because I only want it with one—“

You stopped short of what you were about to say next, and you felt your ears burning in embarrassment. You were sure your face was bright red. Connor was studying your face intently.

“What movies?” He asked, and of all of the damn questions he could have asked, you were equal parts relieved and disappointed that that’s what he decided to fixate on.

“Romantic movies,” you answered, gesturing to the plethora of movie titles on your tv screen. “You know—the ones where they always end up together in the end and it’s so incredibly cute and also super unrealistic?”

He quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Connor, have you never watched a romantic comedy?”

“I’ve only seen the movies that I’ve watched with you and Hank,” he answered, settling himself back into the couch and pulling at your blanket to spread it over himself. He grinned at you. “But it sounds like I need to expand my education; care to put one on?”

Your jaw dropped and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” You questioned, eyeing the clock. Connor shook his head and smiled sweetly at you.

“Hank let me take the rest of the day off so that I could come and check on you,” Connor answered, fiddling with the ends of the blanket. He was always fidgeting with something when he was nervous. “I did think you were sick. I was a bit worried.”

Guilt rushed over you and you hugged him impulsively before your mind could tell you not to do it.

“I’m really sorry, Connor,” you apologized, squeezing him tighter as his own arms went around you. “I really didn’t mean to worry you—I just couldn’t face all of the couples at the precinct today. Watching everybody get presents, and talk about their Valentine’s Day plans, and kiss —ugh, it sounded absolutely miserable.” You couldn’t help yourself; you snuggled your nose into his collarbone and took a deep breath in, feeling comforted by his warmth and closeness.

“I like love,” Connor contradicted, his breath tickling your ear, and your heart melted at his innocence. You loved how much beauty he still saw in the world. “It makes me...happy, to see other people happy.” You smiled against his cheek and pulled away, squeezing his hand with another large smile.

“I know, Connor. It’s one of the things that I love about you.” Your heart skipped a beat when you realized what you’d said and you watched as Connor’s LED turned red for a moment. You began mentally berating yourself until Connor smiled at you and you removed your hand from his, putting a healthy distance between the two of you. Clearly, the holiday was making you crazy and the last thing that you wanted to do was drive away your closest friend.

“So, you want to become educated, huh?” You winked at him and turned to the tv, remote in hand. You could feel his eyes still on you and faintly see his LED turn red again as he watched you. You gulped. “Do any of these look good to you?”

“How about we watch your favorite one?” Connor interjected, reaching over and taking the remote from your hands. This time you did look over at him but he was concentrated on the TV screen, and you cocked your head questioningly. “Ah, there it is,” he spoke again, grinning from ear-to-ear. He turned to you then and gestured towards the tv screen. “This one is your favorite—right?” You made an incredulous little sound at the back of your throat and turned towards your tv, your heart thumping, and feeling like it may just as well fall out of your chest when you saw that he had correctly picked your favorite romantic comedy— Enchanted.

“Oh my gosh!” You laughed, bumping Connor’s shoulder with yours. “How did you know that this one was my favorite?” Connor only shrugged deviously and winked at you, causing your entire body to feel as if you’d been electrocuted. Eagerly, he pressed play on your movie and you thanked God that you’d already had the lights dimmed as the movie started.

You grinned as the movie started and couldn’t stop the excited squeak that exited your mouth when Giselle began to sing. Connor laughed beside you and you jumped when you felt his arm next to yours, causing a furious blush to spread across your neck and cheeks. When had he gotten that close to you? Or did you move closer to him?

You flushed and you were certain he was watching you.

You focused in on the movie, but you still couldn’t help but wonder if Connor was actually enjoying this. He sure seemed like he was; laughing at the right moments, making comments to you, nudging you and pointing out all of his favorite parts.

You almost forgot why you hated Valentine’s Day.

“Oh, shh,” you hissed, even though Connor wasn’t actually saying anything at the moment. “ This is my absolute favorite part.” That seemed to get his attention and you watched him out of the corner of your eye, studying how intently he was studying the screen. You turned back to the movie quickly and sighed dreamily once again, causing Connor to shift next to you.

Giselle and Robert danced on screen to your favorite song, So Close , and you closed your eyes for a second, else your emotions overtake you. It was the cutest scene in movie history, probably, and you really didn’t want to think about how it related to yours and Connor’s relationship right now.

Suddenly, your ear started to tickle and you realized that your hair was swinging up and down on your earlobe. Confused, you moved your hand to move your hair away, only to make contact with Connor’s hand at the base of your shoulder. You glanced down and, sure enough, he was intertwining his fingers into your hair, twirling it around and encasing his fingers everywhere into it. You turned to look at his face nervously and he was already looking at you, his deep brown eyes boring into yours.

He smiled back at you and shifted his body, his arm falling down your side and pulling you into him. Your head fell onto his shoulder, his chin resting atop your head, and for once in your life you allowed yourself to feel and not overthink this. His arm went around your middle and you covered his arm with your own, your hand grasping his as you snuggled further into him.

Connor took this as an invitation to move closer, and he rested his other hand on your bare knee, his thumb rubbing soothing circles across your skin.

Your heart was pounding.

“I understand now,” Connor whispered and you turned your face towards his, questions shining in your eyes and your noses almost touching. You couldn’t breathe. “You want what they have.”

“Yes,” you confirmed, unable to stop your eyes from flickering briefly to his lips, even as you mentally beat yourself up for it.

“You said yourself, many men are interested in you,” Connor muttered, and he was no longer looking at you, but at your lips. You couldn’t breathe; you couldn’t focus on anything anymore. “Why don’t you let yourself have that?”

“I don’t want it with them ,” you barely whispered, shifting your body so that your inner thigh was touching his and his arm around you fell past your waist to the bottom of your spandex. His breath hitched. “I’ve only ever wanted it with one person.”

“For how long?” Connor questioned, scooting even closer, his lips barely hovering above yours. “How long have you felt this way about me?”

Your heart felt as if it was constricting; you didn’t know how he knew how you felt about him, but now that you knew that he knew, you were certain there was no denying it or turning it back around anymore. You were done pretending.

“As long as I can remember knowing you,” you admitted, fully aware, and really knowing that you sounded a little bit crazy.

Connor beamed at you then and you suddenly got even more nervous; you began to pull away when he snuck a hand behind your head, intertwining his fingers in your hair once again, and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“Don’t pull away from me,” he begged, leaning in close enough for his bottom lip to barely rub against your top one. “I’d...very much like to kiss you now,” he whispered, and even though it was awkward and should have killed the romance, it was such a Connor thing to say and you loved him for it.

“I’d very much like for you to kiss me now,” you teased, and Connor grinned at you before pressing a kiss...to your cheek. You moaned in failed anticipation.

Connor laughed.

“You’re very cute when you’re frustrated,” was the only thing he said before suddenly, his lips had captured yours and his hands were gripping your waist, desperately pulling you closer and closer to him.

It was like the two of you were letting out bucket loads of pent up sexual tension as his hands roamed over your body and yours did the same to him, his kisses becoming more and more passionate and hungry. You wondered, briefly, if Connor had ever done this before because there was no reason he should be this damn good at it.

“Those shorts,” he commented between kisses, laying you down on the couch and hovering over you, his mouth making quick work at your neck and smiling at your gasps and moans. “Why don’t you ever wear them to work?”

You laughed out loud at that and Connor reared back, sending you a questioning look as you ran your fingers through his incredibly soft hair.

“My spandex aren’t exactly work appropriate , Connie,” you giggled, moving his hands down from your waist to your backside, hoping he’d get the hint and you wouldn’t have to explain to him what you wanted him to do next.

He grinned wickedly at you and began nibbling at your ear, your hips bucking in response to his ministrations.

“That may be so,” he admitted, grinding his own hips against yours and grinning at the whimpering mess you had become. “But they’re so... sexy.”

You couldn’t even manage to giggle at his words because they sent such intense heat to your core and you could only pull him down to you again, claiming his lips as your own and plunging your tongue into his mouth. Connor seemed to agree with your eagerness and hooked a thumb inside your spandex. You anxiously waited for him to take them off and when he never did, you pulled away and pouted.

“Well, what are you waiting for, Connor?” You asked, practically begged him, “ take them off .”

Connor’s LED turned yellow and he suddenly moved off of you, furrowing his brows and pursing his lips in frustration. You sat up instantly, dread filling your stomach as you wondered desperately what you might have done wrong. Had you moved too quickly? It seemed like the two of you were on the same page, but obviously—

“I don’t want you to believe that I came over here with the strict purpose of engaging in sexual intercourse with you,” Connor explained, once again looking into your eyes. “As much as I would like to...do that with you, I didn’t come here with the sole intent of having sex.”

“Okay,” you answered, confused. “We don’t have to do anything that you wouldn’t like to do, Connor—“

“No,” he interrupted, taking your hand in both of his and scooting back over to you. “You misunderstand; I would very much like to have sex with you.”

You huffed in frustration. “Then why—“

“You need to understand that I intend to pursue a romantic relationship with you,” Connor interrupted once again, moving a strand of hair behind your ear and letting his hand linger on your cheek. You pressed your face into it with a smile, almost wondering if you really were still dreaming. “I’ve...tried to let my intentions be known over the last six months but I fear I haven’t been as straightforward as I needed to be. So, here I am now, and...I’ve fallen in love with you. I know that you’re a human and I...I am not—“

“I don’t care about that,” you insisted, pulling him back to you by his shirt and capturing his lips again, quickly. You pulled away, smiling, and said: “I love you for you, Connor. For exactly what you are. So yes I’ll be your girlfriend, and if you don’t shut up and kiss me right now I will be forced to rip my own pants off and I’d much rather you do it—“

Connor immediately cut you off and shoved you back into the couch, his fingers making quick work of the buttons on your shirt as you squealed with glee. Connor fixated on your collarbone, sucking vigorously, and you knew that you were going to mark beautifully.

Your shirt was long gone within seconds and you slowly made your way with his shirt, eventually just giving up and shrugging it up over his head. Connor eagerly helped you, lips pressed to your collarbone, as he began to nip, lick, and suck every square inch of your neck.

You rolled your hips in time with his, and you could feel him through his pants; he was ready and it really turned you on that he was so raring to go already. You shoved your feet into his jeans and pushed them down past his knees with a giggle while Connor shook his head into your collarbone, smiling.

“I’m sure there was an easier way to do that,” he teased, his mouth suddenly sucking on the pressure point behind your ear.

You had a retort but he had you a bit too preoccupied when he pressed his tongue back into your mouth.

You ran your hands over his underwear, softer than you imagined it would be, before you finally got brave enough to cup him through his pants, teasing him. Connor groaned against you and threw his head back, his eyes closing and lips pursing in pleasure. He opened his eyes and grinned at you, pushing his lips onto yours as he began frenching you all over again.

You didn’t think twice as you hooked your fingers underneath his underwear and pulled them down to his ankles. Connor kicked them off eagerly, never once breaking contact with your lips as he was suddenly naked. You pulled away, with every intent to check him out, but he pulled you back to his mouth insistently and pushed his hands up your shirt, helping it over your head.

You were significantly more dressed than him; he was completely naked, and you were still in your bra and your spandex. If the pout on his face was any indication, he was upset by the inequality and very eager to get you on a level playing field.

You giggled and shucked your bra, flushing at his eyes widening at the sight of your bare breasts. He didn’t waste any time in exploring the new, exposed skin of your body with his fingers and his mouth.

It wasn’t longer until your spandex were off and forgotten too.

The next hour was a mess of limbs, sweat, moans, gasps, hair—anything and everything was a green light until he finally looked into your eyes and placed himself at your entrance.

“I’ve...never gotten this far before,” he admitted, a blue blush stroking his cheeks. “Are you sure you want to—“

“ Yes,” you hissed, fingernails clutching his shoulders and pulling him in deep, getting chills as he moaned. “ Hell, yes!”

Connor didn’t need much instruction as he pumped in and out, never out for long, somehow knowing where you needed him the most.

It wasn’t long until you were screaming in release and he followed soon after.

In the afterglow of it all, he cuddled you into his side, your naked limbs intertwining as he pressed multiple kisses all over your face and your hair.

You grinned.

He murmured your name and you turned towards him eagerly, your eyes gazing into his soft brown ones.

“I love you too, by the way,” he teased you, and you quickly replayed your conversation in your head—you had told him you loved him. Inadvertently, obviously, but still. The words had been spoken, and you didn’t really want to take them back now anyway.

“Have you enjoyed your Valentine’s Day?” Connor whispered in your ear, his fingers stroking your back and his other hand squeezing you into his chest.

You sighed and smiled dreamily as you turned around to face him. “Yes,” you responded, scrunching your nose in embarrassment. “We just had sex like, seven times, Connor.” Connor laughed in response and you noted that while he didn’t laugh very often, he seemed to be unable to stop laughing here with you.

You pressed kisses to his neck and jawline, nuzzling against his face. You closed your eyes and you were almost asleep, when you heard what sounded like a muffled, “mission accomplished.”

You say straight up and Connor was grinning, his right hand continuing to stroke your back with a wink.

“What?” You asked, poking him in his side playfully and he recoiled in shock. “What did you just say?”

Connor shrugged and pulled you back to him, whispering in your ear, “I overheard you a few weeks ago talking about how much you hated Valentine’s Day, so I decided my new mission would be to change your mind. I always accomplish my mission, you know.”

You rolled your eyes against his chest and teased, “ah; so the sex and the love was just a part of your mission , then. Say anything you need to to get me to like Valentine’s Day?” Connor’s hand froze and his LED went yellow. You felt your smile drop from your face.

“No,” Connor scrambled, “I was just being cheeky—I really do—“

“Joking,” you reassured, placating him with a sweet but firm kiss. “Besides, you can do whatever you want as long as you tell me you love me every hour of the day, deal?”

Connor laughed, relieved, and gently brushed his lips against your cheek.”

“New mission registered.”

You grinned.

[apixrl]

MORNING CUDDLES.

eijirou kirishima x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 2.8k

note(s): eiji and his partner call each other love 25/8 and no u cannot tell me otherwise >:(

italian translation - translator !!

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.

Your hand snuck its way out from under the duvet, blindly searching for your phone in order to shut off the nuisance that was your alarm. Once you did, you slowly let your eyes drift open and meet the blank canvas of the ceiling above.

The sun was peeking through the blinds off to the left side, causing streaks of light to form on your bedroom walls and bed itself. None of them obstructed your vision luckily, there was nothing worse than lying in bed only to have the sun blind you. A light snore interrupted your tiredness and caused your eyes to open wider, directing them off to the right to meet that of your boyfriend, Eijirou.

As per usual, he looked at peace during his state of slumber. His mouth hung slightly open to reveal his iconic sharpened teeth as snores broke through them. His usual gelled up hair was now ironed down to structure his face and practically conceal it with the amount there. It swept over one of his eyes - though didn't stop the scar on his right one peeking through. The rest of his hair was mushed up between his cheek and the pillow his head lay on.

You smiled at the sight, losing yourself in his handsomeness for a moment before leaning forwards to peck his forehead softly. You then pulled back the covers on your side, making an effort (reluctantly) to sit yourself up and swing your legs over the end of the bed. Just as you were about to find the means to stand, something tugged you back causing you to gasp. It was only when Eijirou's voice hit your ear that you processed what happened.

"Morning," The redhead let out, voice hoarse and deeper than usual to signal the classic case of morning croak, something you always loved to hear first thing. An arm snaked around your front to pull you back against Eijirou's abdomen. With a little smile, you turned your face to the love of your life, who was tiredly gazing at you.

"Good morning," You faintly sang. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mhhm," Eijirou replied, using his spare hand to reach up and rub his waking eyes at the same time as he released a mighty yawn. "You?"

"Like a baby," Was your answer as Eijirou allowed his hand to gently graze your forearm affectionately. You hummed softly, not wanting to move one bit from the comfort. If anything, you would have liked to have remained under his touch the entire day. Something about his subtle physical signs of adoration brought you head over heels for him, even more so than you already were. But you knew it couldn't last forever. So after a minute of sweet quiet, you proceeded to shift forwards to try and get up. Only to find the grip on you tighten and a disgruntled noise of protest to leave Eijirou's throat.

"Love, I gotta get up," You spoke and turned back to him with a sigh. "I've got that meeting at 10, remember?"

"No," Was the only thing you received back from your partner. Eijirou looked up gently into your E/C eyes. "Five more minutes?"

At first, you went to say a flat no, mainly because you'd expected him to act like this despite knowing full well you were going out. But you eventually concluded on a compromise to try and be smart about it. Fingers playing with the sheets of your bed, you spoke up once more.

"How about you let me go grab us a hot drink and then five more minutes?" It seemed to do the trick. Eijirou paused in thought before gently mumbling an 'okay', the grip on you loosening to give you the freedom to stand up. Once you stood upright you looked back to Eijirou, who was following your every move through tired red eyes.

"I'll come back in sec okay?"

"You better,"

This clingy side to Eijirou usually came out on the first day or two of him having time off work. Since he was a Pro-Hero he could sometimes be working days on end without a break, so moments like this the pair of you really treasured to maintain a healthy relationship. You smiled during your trip to the kitchen, his touch still on your mind as you started to prepare yourself a steaming F/H/D and a simple black coffee for Eijirou.

On your way back to the bedroom you made a pit stop to go to the toilet and somewhat freshen yourself up. All you did was brush your hair and wash your face (you planned to do make-up later) and then you were heading back to Eijirou. You opened the door with your foot since both hands were occupied by mugs.

"I told you I wasn't going to be long,"

"It was too long," His voice came from the bundle of covers, a head poking out from under as you saw a flash of a toothy grin. It was more tired than usual but still held the same passion nonetheless.

"Somebody's impatient,"

"Whatever. Now let me use you as a pillow," Eijirou uttered, waiting for you to put the drinks down and to get into bed. Pulling back the cream covers of your shared bed you were soon engulfed by arms as a head found refuge on your chest.

"Happy?" You said with a laugh. Eijirou nodded and let his eyes close, listening to the sound of your heartbeat against his cheek with a soft grin. He then felt himself get even more at home when your fingertips guided themselves to play with the ends of his hair.

"Yes,"

---

"Come on, Eijirou... I need to go get ready," You whined, rolling your eyes at the silence you received back. Only the soft and light pecks of kisses landing on your shoulder blade signalled Eijirou's distraction, almost pretending to be deaf for his own personal benefit. You rolled back in order to make him stop, looking up at Eijirou in protest. At first, he sent you a nearly offended gaze at daring to make such a movement, claiming he wasn't finished and had intentions of carrying on. Though slowly his jaw altered to a pout, reaching to tuck some hair behind your ear.

"Do you have to go?" Eijirou mumbled and leaned down to peck your lips.

"Yes, I do," You answered.

"Can't you just call in sick or something?"

"I already did that three weeks ago... so probably not,"

"Please?"

"I said I can't. Now get up, lazy bones,"

You went to get up once more, this time forcing yourself through the gripping fingers and hands of Eijirou to escape the bed. When you came out successful you released a small laugh of triumph much to Eijirou's dismay. It was there you walked to your closet and took the clothes hanging over the door on a clothing hanger, looking back at Eijirou whose face had now emerged further from under the covers to watch you.

"Is it even an important meeting, love?" Eijirou said, eyes following as you shuffled back to the bed and put the clothes at the bottom. You released a sigh as you turned to put the clothing hanger back in the closet, not aware of the cheap move Eijirou made when you weren't looking and instead answered his question.

"Not really? But because I missed the last one - no thanks to you, I think it'd be better I should get to this one," Wandering back to the bed, slipping off the shirt you'd stolen off Eijirou the night before as you did, Eijirou rolled his eyes and undermined your words.

"So... miss this one and go to the next,"

"As I recall you said that last time and promised you wouldn't say it when it occurred again... but here we are," There was a little smirk on your face when you caught him rolling his eyes, and in response, you playfully tossed the shirt you'd had on at the redhead. Eijirou snickered and managed to catch it before it hit his face, going to crumple it into a ball and place it next to him.

"You throw like a girl,"

"And you scream like one, doofus,"

"I'm not a doofus... doofus,"

Eijirou couldn't help but smirk in amusement at you, his face lighting up all the more into a bright beam when he heard a laugh release on your part. You were just finishing buttoning up your collar shirt as Eijirou watched, arms crossing over his chest. He cocked his head back against the headrest as well as to the side in thought.

"I ever tell you that you look good in shirts like that?" The redhead stated, receiving a glare that had formed on your face.

"Don't you get any ideas,"

"Wasn't suggesting any, just stating the obvious," He raised his arms in defence as you sat down on the bed by his legs, reaching for the blazer.

"That's also something you said last time and look what happened there - wait where's my...?" You were one sleeve through your blazer when you noticed that one of your pieces of clothing was missing. The navy blue pencil skirt that matched your top half to be more specific. You looked behind and around you, and also to the closet thinking you forgot to grab it with everything else, proceeding to frown in thought.

You swore you hung it up there and -

With a heavy exhale, you felt your body twist around and turn to a particularly quiet Eijirou sitting behind you.

His expression read it all like he was trying to be both obvious and mysterious all in one go in order to get you to question him. It most definitely worked, a hand meeting your hip as you stood upright and quirked a quizzical brow.

"Eiji?"

"Hm? What is it, dearest?"

"Can I have my skirt back please?"

"What do you mean? I don't have your skirt," His growing smirk and amusement in his eyes betrayed his words, refusing to make eye contact with you in a playful manner you'd seen countless times before.

"Okay, so where is it then?"

"I don't know," He innocently shrugged. "Maybe the skirt fairy came and took it,"

"The skirt fairy," You repeated, disbelief laced in your voice.

"Yep," He said through a laugh. "I don't know what to tell you, love. There can't be any other explanation,"

"Just give me back my skirt before I get behind on time,"

"I don't have it,"

"Yes, you do,"

"No, I don't,"

"Don't make me jump you, bitch,"

"I honestly wouldn't com- oof!"

Before Eijirou could finish his sentence, he only just managed to catch you when you pounced at him without remorse. Luckily he just managed to protect himself and readjusted your intended position, victoriously smirking up at you and pointing a finger.

"Hah! Not this time!"

"I hate you sometimes,"

"No, you don't. You love me,"

"I swear to god -," You let out, arms crossing over your chest. Eijirou had sat you on top of him, legs on either side of him as he remained under the covers. "Can I please just have my skirt back?"

"You mean the one that's under the sheets by my feet?" He blankly stated, letting his hands rest themselves on your hips quite comfortably. He couldn't help but laugh at your less than amused expression.

"Why can't you just let me get ready?"

"I'm not stopping you... I'm just making it more difficult,"

"Educate me on how?"

"Well the only way to get your skirt is to get back into bed... and if you get back into bed I'm not letting you get back out,"

"You're really being this persistent, hm?"

"Maybe a little more than intended,"

You hopelessly sighed, looking at the ceiling with a mental cry of both impatience and leisure. The inner want to go to your wardrobe and pull out a fresh skirt was the easy way out, yes, but the temptation of the game Eijirou intended to play was getting to you more than expected. That and you knew he wouldn't let you simply get off him, the grip on your waist not only implying endearing affection.

Eijirou raised his voice, reeling you back to his attention. Despite your annoyance, you did make an effort to admire his features. From his loose hair to his fixed jawline where the tint of a smirk riddled with confidence rested. The pretty glow in his carmine gaze drew you in each time without a fault. He was so undeniably attractive, no doubt about it.

"You know what sounds fun?"

"What?" Partly having a sense of what was to leave his lips.

"If you...," He paused as he subtly cocked his head at you. "Stayed in bed and cuddled with me all morning," Another pause. "Because I haven't seen you in four or five days and I miss you,"

"But we watched a movie and spent some time together last night knowing I was going out today,"

"Yeah but... you're cute on a morning,"

"Opposed to other times when I'm not?" It was Eijirou's turn to send you a little glare in protest before he returned to his pleading nature.

"You're cute all the time,"

Yet another few seconds of quiet.

"Just - stay with me today? And do your meeting-thingy tomorrow?"

"You, Eijirou Kirishima, are going to be the death of me," Leaning down to rest your forehead on Eijirou's shoulder whilst releasing a long groan from the back of your throat. Maybe not so great of an idea since that allowed him to wrap you right into his grasp, you held yourself there briefly as he allowed his fingertips to mess with your hair.

"Probably," Eijirou mumbled softly, tilting his head against yours as he once again let his touch wander. The unexpected cuddle definitely didn't go unnoticed as you pondered in your position, practically ready to fall asleep when Eijirou started to rub up and down your back. Like a moth to a flame, he had you wrapped around his finger, knowing that in the end, he was always going to get his own way. Of course, in other circumstances, he'd usually let you win. But not when it came to morning cuddles.

Definitely not when it came to morning cuddles.

As if waiting for you to talk, Eijirou stared into your strands of H/C hair whilst inhaling the scent of coconut from the shampoo you used the evening prior. He expectantly caressed your hip, his final attempt to win you over confidently coming to a climax at the word that exited your mouth.

"Fine,"

You could practically feel the smirk against the back of your head as Eijirou's touch became all the more prominent and rewarding. He let one of his arms extend out to grab your phone, handing it over to you as you hesitantly sat up with a hotness to your cheeks and found the contact of your workplace.

Eijirou simply watched you the whole time, taking you all in like he was casting gaze upon you for the first time. No matter how many times that happened, he still managed to find you all the more beautiful. He ran a hand through his flattened hair and exhaled merrily as he let your voice sink into his ears, watching the smile on your face grow as you caught him looking.

"Yeah - Again, I'm really sorry I can't make it, Eijirou caught something whilst working and he's bound to the bed cause' of it," You held up crossed fingers in hopes you wouldn't sound like you were lying, glancing at your boyfriend who appeared to chuckle.

And yet again your lie went unnoticed. The call was over in seconds, tossing your phone to the empty side of the bed.

"Why'd you say I was sick?"

"Because if I said it was me they'd probably ask about the last time you forced me to stay off, and how often I'm apparently unwell,"

"Right,"

"But, it looks like you got your way," You said, going to change out the white shirt to put your pyjama shirt back on, placing the work clothes to the bottom of the bed as Eijirou waited patiently.

"Come," Was all he said once you looked back at him, opening his arms for you to sink into. Which you did, reaching that comfortable position within his grasp as though you belonged there. Except this time, Eijirou directed your face towards his, pulling your lips to his in one smooth addicting manner that you felt butterflies in your stomach for.

In the meantime your drinks were disregarded as the clock ticked on, the pair of you forgetting their presence on the bedside table. The steam soon dissipated to nothing the cooler the fluids got.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you,"

He could sense the smile that formed on your lips.

"I love you too,"

[septicstories]

Big Life in a Small Town (Part 1)

A/N: This is based on the song "Santa Fe (Prologue)" from the Newsies musical! It's not based on the plot of the musical. The song will be altered a tad, but not too much! In the next part though, I'll have to do some edits. But for now, you've got this... mess? I dunno, I'm writing this before it's done. This is post-X-men Apocalypse, so Peter is in his late 20's.

Genre: Bittersweet fluff

Warnings: alcohol, drinking, mentions of broken limbs, daddy issues, no beta reader, minimal editing

Word count: 1.3k (1,385 words)

The X-mansion was quiet, the cool midnight air only changing currents occasionally when a silver blur sprinted around.

Pietro had his younger brother in his arms, running around. Peter injured his leg a while ago, stuck on crutches. ANd it was killing the young speedster.

And Pietro noticed.

So he scooped his younger brother up out of his room, running him around the mansion's vast yard until he smiled. That's when he brought him up to one of the rooftop balconies of the mansion.

The two siblings weren't the only ones in their family who lived in the mansion. Pietro's twin, Wanda, was fast asleep, her room near the balcony.

Pietro, as immature as he may seem, was wise beyond his years. He'd seen more things than he ever would have wanted to for a 35-year-old man. Hell, anyone would be unsettled when you find your mother died of sickness, and your father was out of the picture when your younger brother was born a few years after.

Pietro and Peter sat on the balcony, a case of beer between the two, a sudden scoff came from the older speedster.

"What's up, you alright?" Peter asked, looking at his brother.

Pietro's eyes were glued to the ground below them, a sour expression on his face.

"Those streets down there," Pietro began, a dry laugh leaving his lips. "They sucked the life right out of our old man. Well, they aren't doing that to me."

Peter pursed his lips, watching as his older brother took a swig of his beer.

Pietro has always hated staying in one place for too long. The mansion hadn't really ever been his favorite place. Staying at their aunt's house in D.C. was something he looked forward to every summer. But, even then, he could only stay there for a few days before needing to go somewhere else. Not just from his need to move, but the U.S. government still wasn't absolutely fond of mutants.

"But everyone wants to come to New York," Peter let out a small chuckle. To an outsider, it'd sound like he was in disbelief, but he understood how Pietro felt.

Staying in one place was hard. But Peter also managed to make himself a family here at the mansion as he grew up. He met the ever-sweet Jean Grey when he was 20 years old. The poor girl had some trauma that no one but Chuck knew about. He got to meet Hank, and Raven, and all of the other younger kids. He thought of them all as his younger siblings.

He couldn't leave.

"You keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town."

Pietro's words snapped Peter out of his thoughts, looking to his older brother. Pietro's eyes had lifted from the ground, looking up to the sky.

"They say folks are dying to get here."

"What about you, Piet?"

"Me? I'm dying to get away... to a little town out west that's spankin' new," Pietro said with a grin. "And while I've never been there, I can see it clear as day! If you want, I bet you, you could see it, too.

Peter has always had a particular question on his mind, that he always knew the answer to.

Then why haven't you gone? What's stopping you?

But, as always, Peter kept his mouth shut. He didn't want Wanda and Pietro to leave, as dumb as it may be. They were the only family he had left. Well, that he knew of and that knew of him.

Erik was another person he'd address when he had the courage.

But not...

Not now.

"Close your eyes."

Peter looked at his brother again, who was staring back at him. Honestly, he was waiting for his brother to snap in his face and use what became his favorite phrase after a few movie nights: "Hello, McFly?"

"Come with me, where it's clean and green and pretty, and they went and made a city out of clay."

Clay? A city out of clay? That sounds... odd. Peter hasn't stayed too long in other parts of the world, opting to stick to the Northeast area of the U.S. Occasionally, he'll go further South or a little bit further West. But never past Kansas.

"Why, the minute that you get there, folks will walk right up and say, 'Welcome home, son. Welcome home to Santa Fe!'"

Being called son was something the Maximoff boys wanted more than they would ever elude to. Their father? Out of the picture for the most part, up until they realized he was a terrorist. And he didn't even know about Peter.

Of course, the townsfolk of Santa Fe may not call you "son" as soon as you land on the premise. But, two bastard sons can dream, can't they?

"Planting crops. Splitting rails. Swapping tales around the fire," Pietro's grin grew as he spoke. He really thought about this a lot, didn't he? "Except for Sunday when you lie around all day."

Peter didn't know how much Pietro truly thought about leaving. Pietro's mind was full of places to go and see, places where he could take his family and live without having to deal with attacks from the U.S. government.

Santa Fe was where they'd go next in the U.S., but Sokovia was certainly the next best option. The U.S. government wouldn't come looking for them in Sokovia.

Right?

"Soon your friends are more like family, and they're begging you to stay! Isn't that neat?" Pietro asked as Peter took a large sip from his beer. "Living sweet in Santa Fe."

Pietro trailed off, almost in a dream-like state, making Peter flinch. He really fucking wanted out, huh?

"Hey, no one worries about a bad leg in Santa Fe. You just hop on a palomino, you'll ride in style!" Pietro joked, knocking his shoulder into his brother's.

"Feature me, ridin' in style," Peter giggled, taking a swig of his beer again.

"Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good!"

"Santa Fe," Peter and Pietro mumbled in unison, one happy and the other more tired. "You can bet, we won't let those bastards beat us. We won't beg anyone to treat us fair and square. There's a life that's worth the living, and I'm gonna do my share."

"Work the land, chase the sun." Pietro ran his hands through his hair, standing up.

"Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!" Pietro and Peter shouted together. The two had massive grins spreading across their faces, just happy to see the other smiling.

"Watch me stand!" Peter stood up quickly, only to feel a sharp pain jolt through his bad leg. His hands flew to the balcony railing, gripping it tightly as he let out a choked noise of pain.

"Watch me run..."

Pietro frowned when he saw his brother's grimace, watching Peter set himself down into a sitting position. The poor kid was gritting his teeth and sucking in harsh breaths as he set himself down.

"Hey, hey..." Pietro began softly, sitting down beside his brother before slapping a hand on his shoulder. "Don't you know that we're a family?"

Peter's eyes met Pietro's, painting over his grimace with a weak grin. "Yeah, b--"

"Would I let you down?" Pietro asked.

Peter let out a weak laugh as his brother continued.

"No way. Just hold on, kid, until that train makes Santa Fe."

The younger speedster let out a yawn, leaning his head on his brother's shoulder.

"Let's get you to bed, okay?" Pietro said, only getting a nod from Peter.

Pietro scooped his younger brother up in his arms, speeding through the mansion into Peter's room before setting him down.

"Good night, Peter."

"Good night, Pietro."

Pietro sped out of Peter's room, only to be stopped when he passed Wanda's room. His sleepy twin gave him a look, one that he didn't see often, and it concerned him.

"Pietro, we're being called to Sokovia," Wanda whispered sleepily.

"What? Why? All three of us?"

"No. Peter needs to stay here. He's got a broken leg, Pietro. Just you and I."

Pietro took in a quick breath before nodding.

"When do we leave?"

"... you didn't see that coming..."

A/N: Haha, cliffhangers are fun, ain't they? Okay, but, here's what you have for now! The other one is already in my drafts, and I've got plans for that! So, I'll get all that shit out, and we'll be good! I've got so much shit in my drafts, holy shit. Okay, uh... I don't have much to say, so thank you for reading! I don't necessarily have a tag list for this sort of stuff, so if you want to be on a tag list, let me know! And please let me know if you find a typo or something that doesn't make sense. Like I said, there's minimal editing.

[existentialstatesofmind]

Our First Christmas

Clare: smiled when Drew pulled her to him and kissed him back. "I guess you do." She said a little breathlessly. Clare was so in love with him and swept up by the excitement of the holidays. She could hardly stand still. This time a year ago, she'd been living by herself scared out of her mind that the robbers were going to come back. Clare hadn't been able to afford much but what presents she'd bought, she had put under her mom's tree for safekeeping. It was hard to believe that things could change so much so fast. Once she got together with Drew though, that was it. She finally had what she'd always wanted deep down since high school. They were so happy Clare was pretty sure their families had to see this coming. She just wanted them all to be together so they could tell them in person. It was so rare Clare could even convince her parents to be in the same room these days. "Sure, we can do that. What for? Is someone diabetic?" She asked immediately concerned about the menu for tomorrow. Of course most of the food they were serving was catered from Drew's restaurant (to give everyone an idea of what it would be like at their wedding) but she'd chosen it. "Aww, cute! What do you think, girl? Are you a Dutchess?" Clare asked petting the dog too. The puppy was thrilled with all the attention so she'd take that as a yes. She frowned a little when Drew groaned after receiving a text. If there was a problem at work, he wasn't leaving to take care of it! This was Christmas Eve and she needed him here with her. "Baby?" She asked curiously. Surely Audra wasn't pregnant and no one had mentioned anything to her about visiting relatives. That was for sure. Clare had bought presents for everyone they were expecting. She waited while Drew talked about his mom's volunteer work. "That sounds like it's really good for her. It was really rough and nothing could ever make up for Adam not being here." She expected they would visit Adam's grave at some point during the holidays. She had on her own every year she was in town and it always had been decorated nicely. Clare did something kinda silly, she wrote him letters and left them there. She liked to think he got to read them somehow. "Oh Drew, why didn't you tell me that?" She started to ask. They could've planned to go there. She didn't want a little girl who was sick to be expecting Drew and him not show up. Clare moved off Drew's lap when she heard the door and pulled down the dress of her costume. She was glad she'd picked one that she could take pictures in and not something even sexier when she realized that it was Audra at the door. Clare turned her engagement ring around so it was facing backwards and Audra hopefully wouldn't notice the diamond. She never took the ring off and she wanted to wait until tomorrow to let Audra in on the 'secret'. As it was she was embarrassed for her mother-in-law to see the house before she finished decorating it for Christmas. Audra was hard to impress. "I've got her!" Clare called back picking up the wiggling puppy. "Dutchess be still." She ordered firmly but gently. "Your Grandma Audra is here and if you're a good girl, she's the one who might actually love you." Clare whispered to the dog. Her mom was going to have a fit. "Hi, how are you? It's okay." She told Audra with a smile. Even though it wasn't. There was a reason she'd invited everyone over tomorrow. She kept a hold on the dog when she saw the small child. Clare was startled that Audra had brought her here. She looked back at Drew, raised her eyebrows as if to say 'can she do that?' Audra was a force to be reckoned with and it wasn't as though Clare hadn't snuck out of the hospital for a day when she had cancer. But if Erika had been a patient for that long...she must be really sick. Erika was so tiny for a four year old. If Clare had known she was coming, she could've prepared. Wiped everything down with disinfectant. "Hi Erika." Clare said softly, smiling warmly at the little girl. She almost fainted a moment later when she realized Audra had brought Erika here so she could go 'break the news to Omar'. So they were going to get to spend Christmas Eve alone while she and Drew had a babysitting job sprung on them? This was what she got, Clare supposed, for saying that they needed the practice. "The more the merrier!" Clare said for Erika's benefit. She felt trapped. Audra knew they wouldn't be able to say no. "What is sweetie?" She asked taking Erika's hands once Drew took Dutchess. She nodded. She knew what it was for. It was bad timing with Dutchess. Clare wasn't going to lock her up the first day they got her. If someone had only warned her. This was a disaster in the making! What were they going to do about Erika's Christmas! Had Audra and Drew bought her presents? She was going to have to divide up the stocking stuffers for the kids too. "Of course she can stay." Clare wasn't going to turn away a little girl on Christmas Eve. "I've got a lot of fun stuff planned and there will be cousins for you to play with tomorrow." She told Erika. She bent over to snatch up the hat before Dutchess could tear a hole in it. She set it on the coffee table. "My niece is just a little younger than you, Mary's three, and my nephew Thomas is turning seven next month." Clare turned to Drew and whispered, "It won't be a problem. Thomas takes after me. He likes to read not rough house." She needed to talk to Drew alone but it would have to wait until Audra left and they got Erika settled.

Drew: watched Clare hold Erika for a moment after he put Dutchess down and saw her squirm a little as if she was trying to get to Dutchess causing him to take her, he put one hand around her stomach and held her under his arm so she can squirm and move to her hearts extent. "Puppy." She tried calling the dog. "I want to see the puppy." She said angered and Drew looked at her. "You need the mask on so Dutchess won't lick your mouth." He said and put her down. Once he heard Clare agree to keeping Erika he watched her play with Dutchess. Once his mom left and he watched Erika, he looked at Clare. "I'm sorry, I didn't know my mom would pressure us into keeping her." he apologized and kissed her forehead only to watch Erika walk to the Christmas tree. "No you don't." he picked her up and tickled her stomach a bit causing her to laugh, then put her down away from the tree. After Erika started to play with her toys, he looked at Clare. "Ready to set up her room?" he asked curiously knowing it'd have to be done sometime soon.