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"Hmm....odd. Has anyone seen the coffee machine in the Lounge? It seems to be missing."

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The bookball game had been excellent! Sure, Ever After High’s team started out far behind at halftime, but with a strong pep talk from Coach Gingerbread Man must have really given the team the encouragement they needed because the game ended in a 22 - 21 victory. The whole school rallied around the team in the halls, cheering in excitement. Among the crowd, Darling spotted the one and only Hopper Croakington II, a bit lost behind her more popular brother Daring. With a smile on her face, she greeted the redhead.

“Great job out there Hopper!” She put a hand on his shoulder. “That pass between you and Hunter really saved the game.”

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@sxperid0l-nico continued from here

Her heart thudded in chest, loudly filling her ears as her face flushed. The wafting scent of perfume clogged her nostrils sickeningly sweet, and sunk deep into her clothes. Slowly she raised her hand, taking the gift with her mouth slightly hung and eyes wide.

“T-Thank you Nikkochi, Merry Christmas to you too.”

Carefully she peeled apart the wrapping, letting it fall to the floor as her fingers picked up speed until at last she tore the paper off with all the grace of an excited child. She gasped then as the object beneath came into view.

“Art Blakey’s Moanin’ record! In vinyl too you know me so well.”

Clutching the round record to her chest, she squirmed with delight, laughing cheerfully as she threw an arm around Niko. Pulling her close, this time she kissed the girl on her nose. Her ruddy face did little despite it’s bold color to stifle the charmed glint in her eye. 

“Thank you, my number one idol.”

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The temperature in Dad!Jon's Office is heating up, so people are trading sweaters and hoodies for shorts and summer dresses

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intimacy (Jon braiding Damien's hair? 👀)

No matter how often Jonathan plays with Damien's hair, he can never get enough of it. He lets the soft, pink strands glide through his fingers, admiring the way they catch the soft light of the Lounge.

They're truly magical, Jon decides, because even touching them for such a short time makes him feel happy and comforted inside, the same feeling he gets when he is petting an affectionate cat. Maybe all Deimos/Damiens and alternates have that kitty magic inside their cells, no matter what species they are.

Damien lets out a happy sigh at all the attention and the soft noise is enough to bring Jonathan back to reality. Oh right – he was actually going to do something with all this lovely hair. He kisses the top of Damien's head first, unable to help himself with the affection swelling in his chest.

"Do you have a preference for what style you want it braided in?" He asks as he picks up the comb and the hair ties.

"Anything is fine, darling." Damien replies and Jon can hear the smile in his voice.

He runs the comb through his hair carefully - but there are no knots or kinks in those soft strands and so he goes right to separating them into sections. Years of caring for Mili's hair has taught Jon a lot about how to do hair styles and tie them up correctly.

He knows that Damien is perfectly capable of braiding it himself but it's not about helping him look pretty as much as Jon wanting an excuse to stroke and pet and kiss his hair as much as he desires.

He works in focused silence for a few minutes, getting lost in the mindless yet hypnotic rhythm of crossing sections over each other, repeating it again and again until Damien's hair is all tucked neatly together. Damien's hair is soft and silky, dazzling even in the artificial lighting of the Office.

Jonathan takes another moment to admire him like this, sitting in front of him with his hair braided, expression happy and trusting.

How did I get so lucky? Jonathan wonders, not for the first time since meeting Damien. When he thinks about all the chaos he endured that led him up to the moment of first meeting him in the hallways of his Office, he knows it was all worth it.

"There." He finishes up by kissing the top of Damien's head. "All done. You look gorgeous, love."

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"I heard some of you Stanleys are having a Hatching Day today—I meant- was born today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, I guess!!" Kostya takes out a big party popper and throws sparkley confetti at everyone in the room he just jumped(?) in, seemingly out of nowhere. 🎉 🎉 🎉

Bradley, Mallory, Curley, Cryley, Grimley, Marcel, Dmitri, Estelle, Anastasia and Ezra are sitting together in Dad!Jon's Lounge, drinking tea or coffee and chatting over a pile of pastries.

Ezra even has his guitar out, resting it on his knees as he takes a sip of coffee - and almost chokes on the mouthful when Kostya appears out of nowhere and starts throwing confetti around.

"Eyy, Kostya!" Cryley calls out in greeting and lifts up a hand to wave. "It's Ezzy's birthday!"

Said birthday boy carefully brushes the confetti out of his neat hair (while the Bradleys roll their eyes at him). "Er, yes. Thank you, Kostya. I appreciate it."

"Happy Birthday, Ezraaa!" Anastasia sings and sprinkles some more of the confetti she's gathered off the couch onto his head. "Hey Kostya, wanna drink champagne with us? I won't tell Dad!Jon~"

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“Don’t worry. I got this.” Stellan steps forward, ready to do something about this very dire situation. 

He pours the popcorn into a bowl and finds a good spot to watch.

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Cowboy Stellan! x/x