#not really looking forward to either for Christmas breakfast but a guys gotta eat

[thequietguynextdoor]

In a bit of a conundrum. Most everything in Denver is closed today and I didn’t get here early enough yesterday to go grocery shopping. If Borealis (the restaurant in the hotel) is closed would ya’ll recommend IHOP or Waffle House for breakfast?

[law-of-excluded-middle]

we have to stop meeting like this - part four (of four)

I wrote (part of) a fic for the Witcher Bog (@thewitcherbog) Discord server's July fic train event! I'm really grateful to the Bog for this opportunity to ease gently into writing fanfic, since this is really new for me :')

I was the caboose of the fic train, so if you've been following along, I hope you enjoy how it ends! And thanks for reading!

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Ship: Lambden

Rating: T

Summary: Lambert, an angry apartment-dweller, deals with an uninvited guest. Repeatedly.

Written for @thewitcherbog train event with @all-hail-the-witcher, @king-finnigan and @jaskierswolf

Words: 5k (part four: 1.5k)

Part one, two, three, four (this one!) - AO3

Aiden, apparently, did a little bit of everything.

“Mostly gig stuff. Food delivery, grocery shopping, odd jobs... I build people’s flatpack furniture for them,” he rattled off. “Cat-sitting,” he added when Bastard, who had just come back inside through the open window, slinked over to him and bumped her head against his shoulder.

Aiden looked at the cat with such tender adoration in his eyes that it made Lambert feel almost uncomfortably warm, and he had to look away as Aiden continued. “I do some regular work for the community garden downtown, and I’m part of a pottery co-op.”

“Pottery? What, d’ya, like, sell shit on Etsy?” Lambert said between slurps of noodles.

A wry smile played on Aiden’s lips. “No,” he answered. “But I usually put in some hours at the winter craft market, peddling mugs and decorative plates, that sort of thing.” He paused. “As far as seasonal work goes, I imagine it’s a better deal than selling Christmas trees in the Home Depot parking lot,” he said, his smile growing into a teasing grin.

“Whoa,” Lambert said, starting. He felt his pulse race. “How do – how do you know where I work? Have you seriously been stalking me?” For the first time, he felt genuinely apprehensive in the presence of his mysterious guest.

But Aiden just laughed. “You’re joking, right?” Lambert scowled, which made Aiden laugh some more. “Your apron is hanging on the rack by the door. Your bright orange apron.”

Lambert whipped his head toward the door, then jerked it back around, and Aiden let out another peal of laughter. Lambert’s face was so hot he felt sweat beading on his forehead. He clenched his teeth, puffing up to defend himself, or at least to say something cutting and uncharitable, draw the focus away from his own cartoonish overreaction.

But one look at Aiden, leaning back on his hands where they were planted on the floor behind him, his head tossed back, shoulders shaking, and Lambert’s chagrin vanished like smoke before he had a chance to get properly worked up. “Oh, blame me for being suspicious of the guy who keeps breaking into my place,” he grumbled.

Still grinning, Aiden cocked his head. “Haven’t we already been over this? I don’t break in, I have a copy of your key.” His eyes sparkled deviously. “You’ll never guess where I had it made.” He glanced pointedly toward the coat rack once again before meeting Lambert’s gaze, his mouth quirked playfully.

“What, at my Home Depot?” Lambert demanded incredulously. Aiden answered with a toothy smile. “Unbelievable,” Lambert huffed. “How did you – when did you even get your hands on my key to copy it? – No, never mind, I don’t even care. What I’m more interested to know is how the hell this all started.”

Aiden’s eyes widened innocently. “How what all started?” But then he broke into a grin – that mischievous grin that Lambert was too quickly getting used to, and growing fond of – and sighed, apparently settling in for a story. “Let’s see, the first time I was here, that was a few weeks ago, right?”

“Weeks? Weeks?” This was news to Lambert. He had only become aware of Aiden’s drop-ins in the last ten days or so.

“Ah, right, right – you know, I think it was actually three weeks ago to the day! Imagine that,” Aiden continued, smiling beatifically, as if Lambert hadn’t even spoken. “Well... this story does not paint me in the most flattering light, actually…”

“Imagine that,” Lambert echoed dryly. “The story of the first time you broke into my apartment – and that was a break-in, I don’t even want to hear you try to deny it – and you’re telling me you don’t come out looking like the hero?”

“I’m not sure I see what you’re getting at,” Aiden said primly, not looking at Lambert. “Well, the short of it is, I’d gotten into a bit of a disagreement with some gentlemen that evening, and that turned into more of a scrap, which quickly gave way to a brawl. And I decided that the most civilized thing for me to do was to bow out gracefully.”

“So, you ran away,” Lambert said, for clarification.

“Like a bat out of hell,” Aiden confirmed with a smirk that was somehow both arrogant and self-deprecating. Lambert felt warm again. “Look, it wasn’t my finest hour. These guys were big, and I’m pretty agile, but I know when I’m outmatched.”

Aiden paused to hum thoughtfully. “Now, you on the other hand…” he continued. “If it had been you in my place, I imagine you could have taken them.” He smiled a tiny, devious little smile and curled forward, reaching out to wrap a hand around Lambert’s biceps. It flexed in his grip and his smile grew wide. “Yes, I’m quite sure,” he purred.

Lambert felt very warm. “Yeah, I’m. Uh. I, I guess I’m pretty good in a scrap. I, you know, I.” He flexed his arm again. “Move a lotta wood.”

“I bet you do,” Aiden murmured, leaning even further into Lambert’s space and looking up at him through his dense, dark eyelashes.

“Lumber,” Lambert hastened to clarify. “At. Fucking – At Home Depot. You know. Dimensional lumber, and pressure-treated pine, and like six kinds of plywood. OSB. MDF. You name it.” He grimaced.

Aiden was openly delighted at how flustered Lambert was getting, but he seemed to take pity on him. With a parting squeeze, he let go of Lambert’s arm and resumed eating his noodles, the picture of innocence.

“Let’s see – right, so I made my strategic exit and found myself hiding up your fire escape. Saw this little one get in through a half-open window” – he scratched behind the cat’s ears and she rubbed her face against his hand shamelessly – “and I figured I could use a place to lie low for an hour or two, so.” Aiden shrugged. He set his takeout container aside on the coffee table and scooped Bastard into his lap.

“Okay, that doesn’t explain why you kept coming back,” Lambert pointed out.

And there was that condescending smirk again. “Well, this part of the story isn’t so flattering for you,” he said.

Lambert scowled, which probably wasn’t very flattering for him, either.

Aiden sighed, still smiling. “I got such a strong impression of loneliness, just from being in your apartment for a few hours. And I thought you could use a friend. Who doesn’t want to make a new friend?” He looked so sweet and earnest for a moment that Lambert lost his train of thought.

But it came back. “Are you telling me you made a copy of my key so you could keep hanging around my apartment, because you pitied me?” he asked, baffled.

Aiden pouted just a little. “I wouldn’t say pitied, no. But come on, the tower of identical takeout containers” – he gestured pointedly to the one out of which Lambert was still eating – “seemed a bit sad. You needed some novelty in your life!”

Lambert stared at him. Objectively, this was batshit behavior.

And yet, he couldn’t find himself feeling anything but want. It had been so long since Lambert could remember wanting, or wanting anything new, anyway. He didn’t want to fight it.

“You’re definitely novel, I’ll give you that,” Lambert said at last. “So, what now? Because I gotta be honest with you,” he paused, “we really have to stop meeting like this.”

Aiden broke into a toothy grin. “Now? I think I ought to head home,” he said, rolling his shoulders back and stretching languidly. “And tomorrow, I think you should take me out for breakfast.”

“I have work in the morning,” Lambert protested.

“No you don’t,” Aiden replied without missing a beat.

“Damn, it really is a little creepy how well you know my schedule.”

Aiden laughed wickedly as he stood up, and Lambert followed. “I don’t have a car, will you drive? I can meet you here at ten, how’s that?”

“You don’t have a –? Never mind. Yeah, ten’s fine.” He had to wonder how the guy managed to work all these delivery gigs without a car, but they didn’t need to get into it right now; he had a feeling that it would take him some time to figure out how the hell Aiden operated, and he thought, with a fluttery sort of hope, that he would have that time.

Lambert walked Aiden to the door, and Aiden looked up at him coyly.

“I’ll have you know, Lambert, that I’m not one to kiss on the first date,” he said with affected sternness.

Lambert choked a little, startled, his face heating up rapidly. “Uh-huh, well, that’s fine, I won’t be uhh, expecting anything just for buying you breakfast,” he stammered.

Aiden just narrowed his eyes and smirked. “That’s what tonight was for: now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I might be expecting something after you buy me breakfast.” He raised his eyebrows slyly and then slipped out the door, leaving Lambert feeling entirely too warm.

If this all worked out, he thought, they were going to have to come up with a better story about how they met.

[baku-no-alt]

treat yo self

platonic!mina x reader with a hint of kiri x reader

a/n: y’all let me know if you like stuff like this! i had a silly lil idea and wanted to write it down. also! for those unfamiliar with the concept of Treat Yo Self, please click this link right here. i’d love to make a part two if you do like it :) xoxo

You’re relaxing on your bed, scrolling mindlessly through social media when you hear a knock. 

“Door’s open!” you call out, not looking up from your phone. 

The door creaks open, just a fraction. You crane your neck over to see who’s there, when the door bursts open with a SLAM. 

Mina’s standing there, foot still in the air from kicking your door open. She’s in her pajamas, a serious look on her face. 

Ever so slowly, she walks up to your bed, and then reaches her hands forward to cup either side of your face. 

“I’ve got three words for you,” she says, staring into your soul with her wild eyes. 

“Treat.” She squishes your cheeks together.

“Yo” You drop your phone on your chest. 

“Self.” A grin spreads wide across your face, and she pinches both of your cheeks as you laugh. 

“Hell yeah!” You spring out of bed. 

It is the best day of the year. Better than Christmas, or New Year’s, or even your birthday. 

It was Treat Yo Self Day. 

“Meet me in my room in ten,” Mina says, and then she’s skipping out the door. 

You grab a bag and stuff your makeup, hair accessories, and perfume in it. Then you spend some time carefully picking out your outfit for the day - it has to be perfect. You settle on one of your favorites; it makes you feel cute and comfortable, and you’re always happy when you wear it. 

As you’re walking to Mina’s room, you pass Sero and Denki, who ask you to join them in a quick Mario Kart match, but you reply in a sing-song voice that “It’s Treat Yo Self day!” and continue on your way merrily down the hall. 

“What’s treat yourself day?” Sero asks. 

“She and Mina spend the entire day buying and eating and doing whatever they want,” Denki answers. He clenches his fist dramatically. “it’s beautiful.” 

You put your things down in Mina’s room and set up in your familiar spot - you grab one of her pillows and prop it up against a wall for support, and then you put down your mirror and make up, and plug in your straightener. 

“I ordered us breakfast,” Mina says, walking out of her bathroom. She throws a bag your way and you catch it. When you unfurl it and peek inside, you see a warm chocolate chip muffin and a bagel with your favorite spread. She sets a coffee down near your spot on the floor. 

You take a huge bite out of the bagel. “You’re a fucking angel.” 

Now that you’re both all set up, it was time for the first activity of Treat Yo Self day to begin. 

Get ready together and gossip. 

“Did I tell you about Tenya and that girl from class B?” Mina asks while plucking her eyebrows. 

You nearly choke on your food. “Tenya?” 

She nods furiously. “I know, right? Anyways, I heard Tenya and that class rep with the red hair. What’s her name? Shit..” 

“Kendo.” You dot your face with primer. 

“Right, Kendo - I heard that they had a class rep meeting and afterwards she and Tenya went off together, and the next day she came to class wearing a turtleneck and there’s not hard evidence but her best friend totally swears she saw hickies all over her neck when they were changing into gym uniforms.” 

“Oh my god, are we sure it was Tenya?” You slap some foundation and concealer on your face and start blending. 

“I tried to ask him about it and he got all blushy and stupid, so I think so.” 

“That’s crazy, who knew he had it in him? I’ll have to text Ochako and get the details.” 

“Oh!” Mina sits up a little straighter on her bed. “Speaking of Ochako, do you have any updates on the her and Deku situation?” 

“Of course i don’t.” You roll your eyes while you powder. “It’s so unbelievably obvious that they’re in love with each other, but I guess we gotta focus on hero shit right now or whatever.” 

“You sound like Bakugou,” she teases you. 

“Any news on him?” 

“Nah, just that he beat up Mineta again the other day.” 

You snort. “What a hero.” 

“Have you and Kiri still been talking?” 

Your blush and bronzer are already done, but you’re sure your face is still turning even more pink anyways. “He hasn’t texted me in like two days, but yesterday he liked one of my Instagram pictures from like 17 weeks ago.” 

“Oh he’s stalking you bad, huh?” 

“Whatever,” you wave her off, “I stalk people on social media all the time.” 

“Okay, but-” 

“Shh!” You hold up your pointer finger, silencing her “I need to do my eyeliner.” 

There’s a minute and half of absolute quiet while you carve your eyeliner to perfection, wings sharp, both eyes even. It’s some of the best work you’ve ever done. 

“Alright.” You screw the lid back on to your liquid eyeliner. “Go ahead.” 

“The only person he talks to more than you is Bakugou, you know. I really do think he likes you.” 

You run some mascara through your lashes. “But nothing we talk about is flirty in any way!” you whine. 

“That’s because Kiri doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. He’s never had a girlfriend before.” 

You freeze for a second. “Has he kissed anyone before?” 

She shrugs. “Not that I know of.”

You consider this. You might have to step your game up, make the signs more obvious that you like him. “Tell him it’s not manly to not tell a girl how he feels,” you mumble. 

“I’ll be sure to let him know,” she laughs, “what else ya got?” 

You take a sip of your coffee. “Hmmm… Denki and Jiro?” 

“Old news, next.” 

You sift through your lips colors, trying to pick one that would compliment your outfit. “Okay, what about Deku and Bakugou’s mission where they had to check out a crime at some kind of power planet and they found a dead body?” 

She scrambles to the edge of her bed. “What?” 

“Yeah, I heard they found it stuffed in the walls after one of Bakugou’s explosions chipped off some of the drywall that was hiding it. Super fucked up stuff. Apparently parts of the poor dead guy were all burnt and there was some kinda message stuffed in his mouth.They think it’s related to the League of Villains.” 

“Related how?” 

You shrug. “Dunno. That’s all I got out of Momo, who happened to glance over the mission file while she was working on other stuff.” 

“That’s crazy,” Mina whispers. “Bet I can get Bakugou to tell me the whole story.” 

“Ten bucks says I can get it out of Deku first.” You grin. 

“You’re on!”

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[angelofhell-666]

Hail Hydra part 2

words- 1,687

Warnings- none.

I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. Slowly I open my eyes and notice that somehow during the night I ended up lying down. I move my head around and rub my eyes and when I take my hands away I look up and notice I feel asleep in Buckys lap. He must still be asleep because his head is thrown back with his mouth open.

I look down and see that also at some point there was a blanket thrown over me and I notice a heavy weight on myside. Of course it was Buckys metal arm draped over me. How the hell am I supposed to get up.

As I tried to slide of the couch towards to floor I start to push his arm back at the same time trying not to wake him. I started to feel him stir a bit and that’s when I slipped and completely fell onto the floor between the couch and coffee table. Must have been a loud thud because both boys woke up.

“Why you gotta be so loud? Cant you tell people are sleeping…” Sam’s husky voice stirred as he pulled the blanket over his head.

As I sat up I noticed Bucky’s hands were down in front of me, “Here let me help you.” I looked up at him.

I took both his hands as he pulled me back onto the couch. “You alright doll?”

“Yea I’m fine. I just didn’t want to wake you.” I laughed.

“Your fine doll. I’m a light sleeper anyways.” He smiled.

“I’m uh sorry I fell asleep on ya.” I looked down.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about. It was actually comfortable.”

We both sat there just starring at one another until I broke the silence. “So uh wanna go eat?”

“Screw it.” I looked at Bucky in confusion as he came forward and pulled my face towards his as our lips crashed.

I closed my eyes as I brought my hands up to grab his face as we both got lost. He then slowly pulled away as we were both out of breath and I rested my forehead against his. As we pulled away there were a few stray sparks of lightening between us.

We both laughed. “Wow…well that was…great.” I spoke up.

“It really was. Sorry I just couldn’t wait anymore to do that.” He spoke up as his eyes opened and met mine.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about doll.” I mimicked him as he laughed.

“Breakfast is ready…if you guys eat that sorta thing.” Gramps spoke up from the kitchen.

Sam pulled the blanket down from his head as he yelled back, “Hey man that was my line!”

Bucky and I got up and walked towards the kitchen. As we were passing Sam still in the recliner he pulled the blanket right off him. “C’mon Sammy that hangover won’t get any better without food.”

“C’mon man it’s cold!” he yelled as we walked away.

~~

After breakfast and we got all dressed all four of us sat out on the back deck with my laptop trying to figure out where this hydra base could be.

Gramps made us lemonade and Bucky brought out the tray with glasses and the pitcher of it.

“We need to go back to the tower and get our gear before we raid any base first.” Sam said as he sat back with his arms crossed. “And in all honesty, I’m not sure how we’re going to do that.”

Not looking away from my computer, “Gramps you have any ideas on how to get into that tower unnoticed? I mean it’s not like they will kick us out but hydra probably has eyes all over it.”

“There is a way. Not sure if you guys will like it though.” Gramps spoke up as he lifted his lemonade to his lips.

“Anyway is better than being shot at.” Bucky spoke up.

“Going underground through the sewers is your best bet.” A women with dark hair pulled up into a tight bun spoke as she came walking from the gate of the backyard.

I took my eyes off the computer and stood up moving in front of Gramps with lightening coming from my hands.

“Maria! It’s been awhile girl!” Sam said as he stood up and moved towards her as she came closer to the deck.

I looked at her confused and glanced back at Gramps. “She’s an old friend. You can trust her.”

I nodded my head as I relaxed and my lightening went away. She approached me and I noticed she had a briefcase with her. She held out her hand in front of me. “Maria Hill. It’s finally nice to properly meet you Y/N. Your Gramps here talks a lot about you.”

I extended my hand and shook hers in return. “I wish I could say the same.” As I laughed.

Bucky got up and grabbed a chair from the other side of the deck and brought it to the table for her to sit. “Thank you.” She sat down and put her case on the table in front of her.

“How much do I owe you for fixing it up?” Gramps spoke up.

“Nothing Captain. Anything for an old friend.” She smiled softly.

“So you suggest that we go underground? Will they be expecting us to?” Sam asked.

“They shouldn’t. Tony and the team are pretty much the only people that knew there was an emergency tunnel system just in case. So you guys should be in the clear.” She spoke up. She opened up the case and pulled out a blue print and shut the case back up.

She laid it out on the table in front of us to look at. “I’ll be the eyes up top to make sure you guys get in and out undetected.”

“I sure hope we can get in and out. Because all we have for weapons is Sam’s small pistol. Which is basically for women.” Bucky laughed as he looked over at Sam.

“Hey man don’t hate. This helped us yesterday.” He laughed back.

“Y/N you have to make sure you don’t use your power because they have high tech stuff that can detect that.” Maria looked at me as she spoke.

I nodded. “So we pretty much have Sam’s pistol and Bucky’s metal arm. I mean I have strength but it’s nothing compared to Gramps.”

“And you did those martial arts classes and stuff growing up so make sure you use those skills if need be.” Gramps spoke up.

“True.”

I could sense Bucky get tense next to me. “We can’t let any of us get captured. We won’t make it out alive this time. And if they find out my brain is clear of the Winter Soldier, they will for sure kill me. We have to do this as carful as possible.”

I looked over at him and grabbed his hand with mine. “I won’t let that happen to ya.”

We both locked eyes. We then got interrupted by Maria. “There’s also something else you guys have to grab. If you go to my office on the 54th floor there’s gifts in there for you guys.”

All three of us looked at one another, “Gifts? What is this Christmas?” Sam spoke up.

“No. It’s your new tac gear. I’v been making them for you guys since I found out Sam took on the role of Captain America. Y/N, yours is there to. I made a few new adjustments to yours since it got ruined.”

I nodded. “Grab what you need and we can head out in 10.” The three of us stood up as we walked into the house.

I went into my room to grab a few tac knives I had and I sat on my bed putting them in my boots as Sam walked in and took a seat next to me.

He must tell I’m nervous. “It’ll be okay Sparky. I know this is pretty much your first time working with others but you can trust us. And Maria. She’s a great person,”

“I’m not nervous about working with you guys. I’v heard a lot about you guys from Gramps. I pretty much trust you guys with my life. I’m just worried about Buck. What if they get ahold of him again?”

I looked down with my legs jumping up and down. “They won’t. You and I will make sure of it. We can’t let them take him. I know his Winter Soldier is gone but he’s right. If they find out it’s gone then they will kill him.”

I looked at him, “We can’t let that happen. He just got his life back.”

He smiled at me, “I know Sparks. But he has something he didn’t have before that will keep him fighting.”

“And what’s that?” I asked.

“You. I can tell you already keep him grounded. Hell, last night was the first night he hasn’t had nightmares since I’v known him.”

“I see how you guys are with each other already. Even if you both don’t know yet it is love.” I felt my cheeks get hot as I looked down. He put his hand on my shoulder. “You’re a good kid Sparks. Even if you don’t know it yet you both help each other. Almost like your both meant for each other.  Your Gramps is real proud of you.”

“I know. I just don’t want to let him down. Either of them.” I looked back at him.

“You won’t. Plus how do you think I feel?” he laughed, “He handed his shield off to me.”

We both laughed. “Yea I feel like a squirrel would be better than you.”

We both got up and hugged one another. “Everything will be alright today Sparky.”

Little did we know Bucky was listening outside the door with a smile on his face. She might do anything to protect him but he will do anything also to protect her. Not just because she’s Steve’s granddaughter but Steve was right, she is the love of his life.

[fanficimagery]

Imagine heading to breakfast one morning and finding notes scattered all over your breakfast area. You think nothing of them until you spot the box where more notes reside- the box being addressed to you. The mystery snowballs and all your friends take great pleasure in reading the "love notes" and figuring out who your secret admirer is.

Requested by WriterGirlme. It's not exactly what you wanted, but I did what I could.

Harry X Reader

Arm in arm with Luna, the two of you practically skip down the halls towards breakfast. Trusting the eccentric blonde, you keep your eyes closed while yawning as you follow her lead. You had never been a morning person before finding out you were a witch, and to this day in your Sixth Year you still have trouble waking up.

"Ravenclaw plays Gryffindor today," Luna suddenly muses. "Will you wear a lion hat with me?"

Your lips twitch. "Does it roar?"

"Do you really have to ask?"

"Merlin I love your creations. Of course I'll wear one."

"Thank you." A few moments pass and then, "Eyes open or the nargles will happily trip you down the stairs."

As you open your eyes, you find Ginny and Neville rounding the corner from the opposite way, talking and laughing. "Hey, little red. Nev." You greet. "How are you two always so chipper this early in the morning?"

"Food," they say in unison.

Your nose scrunches up. "I love food as much as the next person, but I rather wake up to eat it at lunch time. Or have a party and eat snacks all through the night, not wake up at the arse crack of dawn."

Neville splutters. "Arse- what?"

Ginny laughs. "Muggle saying. Come on, Longbottom, keep up. We've known Y/N for how long now? You should be used to her muggleborn slang."

"Urgh. I hate mornings. Why are there so many stairs?" You complain as you take it one step at a time. Your friends all laugh at your misfortune and the moment you're off the stairs Neville is quick to catch you by the arm to keep you from dramatically collapsing. You sigh. "You just couldn't let me injure myself, could you? I could've napped in the infirmary."

When the four of you get to the Great Hall, Neville and Ginny drag you and Luna towards Gryffindor's table. Everyone usually sticks to their own House table, but you and Luna were the exceptions who enjoyed eating your meals with the lions.

Neville and Luna split off from you and Ginny, they sitting across the table from you. As Ginny pushes you down onto the bench, you grumble at her before staring forward. "Not only am I awake earlier than I wish to be, but now I gotta clean up my area too? You Gryffindors are a messy bunch."

There's a shoe box turned on it's side, spilling it's contents right in front of you. The crumpled pieces of parchment have been smoothed out and then folded, and you don't give it a second thought before you attempt to sweep it all aside.

"Wait!" Neville stalls you. "The box is addressed to you."

"What?"

Luna smiles, she righting the box and turning it so you can read the lid that has your name written across it. "Y/N," she reads off. "And there are even more notes inside."

"Notes?" You glance at the pieces of parchment, watching as Ginny plucks one up off the table and unfolds it. "They're notes?"

"I didn't get to speak with Y/N today, but we all watched as she pushed Neville into the Lake," Ginny reads. "She has a really great laugh. Merlin this is adorable.”

Neville grins. "Are these- are these love notes?"

"They're.. something," Ginny says as she picks up another one to unfold.

"Can you guys not," you groan, a blush staining your cheeks as you scoop up as many notes as you can to shove back into the box. "If these are all about me, they're private."

"Careful, Y/N," Luna says. "The wrackspurts are starting to multiply around you in your flustered state."

"Y/N blushed over something that git Malfoy said. I hate him, but Y/N blushes really pretty."

"Aw, Neville. Not you too."

"What's going on?"

You whirl around and sigh at the sight of Hermione, and then grin at the sight of the still sleepy Harry and Ron just at her back. "Hey, guys. Can you please tell these morons, not Luna, that invading my privacy is not cool."

"Invading Y/N's privacy is not cool," Harry says without batting an eye and dropping into the seat next to you. "What's this then?"

"Love notes," Neville muses. "Care to read one.. or three?" You sigh again and snatch a note from Ginny to drop into the box.

"How sweet," Hermione gushes at your back. Harry tenses at your side and Ron starts grabbing for food to load his plate with.

"Er, love notes? Aren't those supposed to be private?" Harry wonders as he slowly loads his own plate with food.

"Well I'd have liked them to be," you mumble. "But someone left them scattered on the table for me to find. Neville and Ginny are just being prats."

"Oh listen to this," Hermione suddenly says. "Either Y/N was gravely ill today or she faked an illness to nap in the infirmary again. She's so smart." The whole table chuckles and you groan. "Well whoever this is, they know you well enough. Actually," Hermione trails off, her brow furrowing as she studies the piece of parchment in hand, "this handwriting looks really familiar."

Snatching the note from Hermione, you drop it in the box and secure the lid on it. Then pulling it down under the table on your lap, you say, "Well if you remember who it is, tell me. Until then, the notes are off limits." Harry then seems to sag at your side and you glance at him, grinning. "Don't worry, HJ. There will be no girly feelings oozing all over your breakfast. Now pass the marmalade, will 'ya?"

"That was never a concern, Y/N. And here." You accept the marmalade from Harry, bumping him with your arm in thanks.

The rest of the day and then the rest of the week is spent dodging all conversation about the mysterious love notes, you trying to mostly put them in the back of your mind. Word spreads about the mystery and you have to threaten the 6th year girls in Ravenclaw tower to leave the box alone or suffer an embarrassing hex. But on the days you find yourself having a hard day and not even Luna's antics can cheer you up, you open the box and read a note to lift your spirits.

So far, the best note read, "Y/N gives great cuddles." That note alone led you to believe you knew who the mysterious note writer was seeing as you only fell asleep on a few trusted individuals and woke up cuddled to even less, but that- it was impossible. There was no way that he, of all people, had a crush on you and wrote you cutesy little notes. No freakin' way.

And not only that, but he was constantly busy with Quidditch and trying to stay alive.

As you got older, holidays in your household became less and less exciting. Even more so when your parents found out your were a witch because to them having magic was the absolute best gift, and no amount of other material gifts could hold a candle to that. And seeing as you were an only child, your parents had no excuse to go all out for a holiday which they hardly saw fit to participate in. So while your parents booked a two week cruise, you wrote to your friends to see if you could spend the holidays with them.

Ginny wrote you back immediately, offering you a place with her family. So after explaining to your parents you'd be spending the holidays with friends, they gave you a bit of spending money before sending you on your way.

"I can't believe you're here." Ginny drags you into a hug the moment you step out the floo. "Fred and George have the best fireworks planned for New Years. Neville and Luna will be joining us then."

"Oh good. I almost felt bad when Neville wrote back I could spend time with him and his Gran too, and then had to decline. I had gotten your letter first."

"Lucky us."

Being dragged into the kitchen, you're wrapped up in another hug by Mrs. Weasley and ordered to sit while she dishes up some lunch. And it's as you're eating that Ginny slyly brings up your love notes, and has her mum hanging off her every word.

"Do you know who he is, dear?" Mrs. Weasley wonders, eyes bright with excitement.

"I.. might have an idea." You shrug. "But he's so out of my league, Mrs. Weasley, and I don't think-"

"What? Who?!" Ginny demands. "You didn't tell me you knew."

"I'm not positive, Gin, but-"

"What's this we hear, Gred? Y/N has a secret admirer?"

"Pretty sure that's what these notes mean, Forge." The twins walk into the kitchen, one holding a very familiar box in hand and a note sitting open atop said box.

"Oi! Where'd you get those?" You ask, heart hammering. "They were in my bag."

"A bag which you left very vulnerable in the other room," George muses.

"Urgh." Stomping over towards the twins, you snatch the box back. "You two are the reason why I'm glad I'm an only child."

"Stop pouting, love," Fred grins. "Georgie and I are here to help because after reading the disgustingly, yet very sweet notes, we've come to the realization that we know exactly who wrote them."

"Mhm. The atrocious handwriting was a dead giveaway."

"Please don't. I really rather have him come to me and confess. If I'm right, then he didn't mean for these notes to come into my possession which means someone did it against his wishes."

Both Fred and George hold their hands up in mock surrender when they see just how serious you are.

"Have it your way, short stuff. But if you need-"

"Nope." You cut off Fred. "I'm good."

"Okay then." George and Fred turn to leave, but before they let the door shut George turns back around. "Just so you know, Harry's gonna be spending the holidays with us too." He winks, Fred laughs, and you groan.

"He's the least subtle of you Weasley's, I swear."

A moment passes, then two, and Mrs. Weasley gasps. "Does this mean that Ha-"

"Yes, Mum. It does." When you glance at Ginny, you can't help but roll your eyes at the too smug witch.

Holidays with the Weasley's and Harry was both fun and agonizing. Fun because you actually spent the time with people who were as excited as you were for Christmas, and agonizing because the twins set out their enchanted mistletoe in almost every doorway.

Then the night of Christmas, after many laughs and gift exchanges, the younger crowd hang around while the adults go to bed or back to their own homes. The moment Mr. and Mrs. Weasley disappear into their room, Fred and George whip out the drinks.

"Now that mum and dad are locked in tight for the night, it's time we bring the real drinks out." George passes out glass tumblers while Fred fills them halfway with Firewhiskey.

You groan when you see it. "I knew I should've stayed with Nev."

"Buck up, Y/N. We're playing Never Have I Ever." Ginny smirks and you glower at her.

"I hate you. I didn't tell you about that game so you could con me into playing with the evil gits you call your brothers."

"Oi!"

"Not you, Ron. I was talking about Fred and George."

"Hey!"

Harry snickers at the twins' expressions of mock outrage and you sink into the lumpy cushions of the couch while leaning into Harry's side.

"Am I the only one who hasn't heard of this game?" Ron meekly asks.

"It's a muggle game," Hermione explains, grinning. "Everyone has a drink in hand and one by one someone says never have I ever and continues on to say something they've never done. If you've done it, then you take a drink."

"Okay, but what's the purpose of this game?"

"To get sloshed, little brother. Keep up." George muses.

"Oh. I'm first!" Ginny practically dances in her seat and you roll your eyes. Anything coming out of Ginny's mouth is bound to have everyone or at least a majority of the group taking a drink. "Never have I ever had an erection."

You and Hermione snort so hard, the both of you then erupting into raucous laughter that Harry and Ron immediately try to stifle as to not wake up the parents.

"Low blow, Gin." Fred says while he and George happily take a drink. Ron and Harry, however, awkwardly sip their own drinks amidst the laughter. "My turn. Never have I ever had a menstrual cycle."

The boys all chuckle as it's your, Hermione, and Ginny's turn to drink.

"Never have I ever kissed a girl," you grin. All the boys sigh and drink.

"Never have I ever kissed a boy."

You gasp and turn to your left. "Et tu, HJ?" You take a drink along with Ginny and Hermione.

Harry chuckles. "Ginny started it."

"Never have I ever had a crush on a Professor," Ron then says. Again you, Hermione, and Ginny take a drink. Fred too. Ron's eyes narrow. "Who?"

"Lupin," all three of you girls say before giggling into your glasses.

Fred smirks. "Minnie." George rolls his eyes as if it were no big news.

"Never have I ever failed a test." Everyone turns towards Hermione and glares as everyone but Hermione takes a drink.

George cracks his knuckles. "Alright. My turn." He pauses and everyone seems to hold their breath. "Never have I ever.. had a crush on anyone in this game."

Ginny groans and your gaze darts to George, glaring. He seems all too happy with himself, as does Fred. And then one by one, the participants start taking their drinks. Ginny first, who shrugs when everyone glances at her. "What? It was First and Second Year. I'm totally over it."

Ron and Hermione glance at each other before quickly looking away, they too taking their drinks. You and Harry drink together, your gazes finding one another as you chuckle nervously.

Everyone takes turn after turn, secrets coming out that has the group giggling and swearing each other to secrecy. You don't know how long it's been, but you then startle awake when the twins start finding places to hide the Firewhiskey bottles. Stretching, you realize you had fallen asleep on Harry's shoulder.

"Hey, sleepyhead."

"Harry." You sleepily smile as you snuggle underneath his arm that had somehow found it's way around your shoulders. "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing much. Just that Hermione's had a sex dream about Snape."

"Gross."

"Ron too."

You shake with suppressed laughter, grinning madly. "That's too much info. And info I'm never going to let him live down."

"The twins won't either. They had to cast a stronger silencing charm with how much we laughed. I'm surprised you didn't wake up."

"What can I say; you make a very comfortable pillow."

"Alright, love birds. Time for bed. Don't want mum to catch you cuddling downstairs." George is far too smug about something and Fred is grinning down at his twin's side.

You and Harry slowly move apart, and as you turn to stand you find that you're stuck. Harry too from his surprised grunt. "What did you do?" You immediately blame the twins, glaring up at them, but all they do is glance up, pointing. "Fuckin' mistletoe," you grumble.

"Have fun, kiddies." Fred waggles his fingers in a wave. "We'll just head on upstairs and give you two some privacy. Ginny went through a lot of work stealing those notes from the trash, so don't let her hard work go to waste."

"I knew it!" You shout, suddenly wide awake. The twins flee upstairs and you sigh when you realize you can't go anywhere. Then looking to Harry, you find him avoiding your gaze and the tips of his ears burning red. "Don't look so bummed, Potter. I've kind of known for a while now and haven't made a big deal about it. Have I?"

That catches his attention. "How'd you know?"

"There was one note that said I gave great cuddles, which thanks for that by the way." You chuckle and Harry seems to lose some of his tension. "At school there's only a handful of boys I feel comfortable enough sleeping around, and even fewer that I'll fall asleep on. Neville has high hopes for Luna, Ron only has eyes for Hermione when Lavender doesn't have her tongue down his throat, and you.. well I was kind of hoping it was you."

Harry's eyes widen behind his glasses. "You were?"

"HJ," you laugh fondly. "You seriously didn't know I had a crush on you? I've fancied you since Third Year!"

"You never said anything!"

You shrug. "You were always busy dodging Voldemort's poor plans to assassinate you. And when you weren't, you were trying to figure out things with Sirius or making heart eyes at Cho and-"

"I do not make heart eyes."

"You totally did," you muse. "But yeah, you get my drift. Hopefully."

Harry gapes before shaking his thoughts clear. "So why didn't you confront me sooner?"

"As I said, I had hoped it was you. I wasn't positive and I wasn't about to make a fool of myself if I’d been wrong. You could have written those notes and then got over the crush. I don't know."

"I didn't. Get over the crush, I mean." Smiling at him, Harry nervously clears his throat.

"Just kiss her, you tosser!"

"Yeah. Free yourselves for more mobility."

"Just so you know, after you snog me senseless I'm going to murder those two."

Harry grins as he leans closer, his eyes darting to and from your eyes and mouth. "I'll help."

When your lips finally meet, it's like a weight has been lifted off your chest. Then when his hand cups the side of your face and your heads tilt to accommodate one another in the new angle, Harry surprisingly takes the initiative to deepen the kiss.. and it's pure bliss. 

Oh yes, Ginny and the twins were going to pay. But maybe later. Much, much later.

[irwinkitten]

okay daddy!ash taking princess out to dinner to make sure it’s okay that he proposes to you and then going ring shopping with her!!! LAURA IM NOT OKAY this idea popped in my head and now i’m a mESS

bro what about when ashton asks reader to marry him but he has to get Princess’s approval first and he asks her if it’s okay for him to marry her mommy and he proposes in the sweetest way possible

IDEA! your daughter having a daddy & daughter date with ash and she’s like “so when are you and mommy gonna get married?” AND SHE’S GOTTA HELP PICK OUT THE RING LIKE HE HAS A FEW HE LIKES AND HE HAS TO RUN IT BY THE PRINCESS FIRST

ok hi I cant stop thinking about Ashton talking to his princess about proposing to y/n and y/n overhears and she cant help but smile so big adhauerh

Heyyy! I’m absolutely loving your Ash posts with his little princess! I was thinking, maybe another part where he asks you to marry him after joining him with your daughter on tour?

Just finished the Daddy!ashton and i NEED one where ash gets princess to help with him proposing please! Love you!

Why hasn’t daddy!ash proposed yet???!?!?! I NEED this in my life.

ya’ll have been requesting this from day one. 3k words of pure fluff have fun with ur heart. this is my christmas present to you all. love u xoxo

masterlist is linked in the source

this is part seventeen

—

It was a rare day that you got with just your little girl.

Ashton was tracking for the record for the day and then he and the boys were off out to celebrate the final day. Plus Ashton was stealing her for the day tomorrow as they were going shopping for their theatre date of Finding Neverland. Which gave you an entire day with your princess.

As she climbed into your bed, Ashton having long since vacated his spot, she snuggled close with the small stuffed bear that never hardly left her arms when she was tired.

Most days, you had a list of stuff to do, but Ashton had gotten the last of chores that needed whilst he had his day off and your little girl had her last few days at school.

“Mama, can we bake today?”

“‘Course we can baby. What do you want to make?” She pressed closer to your side, her eyes falling shut as you ran a hand through her hair.

“Cookies n cupcakes.” Her words were half slurred as her breathing evened out and you half smiled, picking up the book on the bedside table. It wouldn’t do either of you any harm to enjoy this lie in and so you took full advantage of it.

When you both next woke up, you felt a lot more refreshed than you had done in a while, and the two of you were in the kitchen with the ingredients all across the counter.

“Cookies or cupcakes first?” You asked your little girl who gleefully cheered.

“Cookies!”

The mixture was easy to make, but it was mostly stopping the both of you from eating the raw dough.

Whilst the cookies were baking in the oven, the two of you washed and dried the bowls and equipment before you set up for making cupcakes.

You had the playlist playing through the speakers in the kitchen, a grin on your face as you helped her prep all of the ingredients before the timer went off for the cookies.

It felt like bliss being able to enjoy this time, taking short videos of her and snapping as many photos as possible, your favourite being the messy selfie she’d all but demanded you to take and send to Ashton.

He sent one back of him and the boys in the studio, waving at the camera.

With the cookies out to cool down, both of you sharing a warm one with a giggle and a promise not to tell Ashton when he got home later on, you began the attempt of making cupcakes.

This was more familiar territory as the two of you sung and danced your way around the kitchen flour everywhere and giggles echoing around the room.

By then time that Ashton crept into bed at about one am, you snuggled closer as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“How was it?” You mumbled, cracking open an eye to see him switch the bedside lamp off before curling his body around yours.

“Tracking went good, all finished up and shouldn’t need any extras. Party was a success. Pretty sure Luke left with the girl he’s been chatting up.” That made you giggle before snuggling closer as his arms tightened around you.

“She’s excited for tomorrow. We baked cookies and cupcakes. You have a very special one that she decorated by herself.” You hummed and he laughed softly.

“I look forward to it. Get some rest, love.” You were out like a light.

The next morning, you’d fully expected to have to wake Ashton up, especially after the long night he’d had. But the space next to you was empty and your daughters giggles were echoing up to your room, making a soft smile appear on your lips.

As you reached the kitchen, you felt your heart almost burst at the sight of her sat on the counter top, trying to shove a cupcake that had been made yesterday into his mouth.

Ashton was laughing whilst trying to take a bite, pausing to chew before peppering her face with kisses.

“The best cupcake I’ve ever had!” You watched as her face lit up with the biggest smile.

“Looks like I’m not needed for breakfast today.” You commented, both of them turning to look at you with cheesy grins.

“Sorry mommy! Daddy wanted a cupcake but I told him he could only have one if I fed him.” You laughed at this as you greeted Ashton with a quick kiss, blowing a raspberry on your little girls cheek before making breakfast for yourself.

“When you and your dad get back later, we’ll head out for dinner, how does that sound?” Your question drew an excited ‘yes!’ from her and Ashton laughed as he set her down on the floor.

“Go get changed then, princess. We’ve gotta leave in thirty minutes.” And with that, she was off upstairs, her footsteps stomping across the hallway as she headed into her room.

“And you, Mister Irwin, owe me.” Ashton grinned as his arms slipped around your waist, his lips finding the sweet spot on your neck with ease.

“You know I’ll make it up to you. For now, I’ve gotta get ready because if she’s ready and I’m not, there will be hell to pay.” He chuckled as you sighed dramatically before shoving him from the kitchen.

“Go on then. I’ll see you later, handsome.”

—

Once they were in the car and away, the excitement increased tenfold.

“Did you remember the notebook daddy?”

Ashton held up the little book before passing it back to her.

“It’s your job to keep it safe. We’ve got an appointment with the ring people which means that we’re gonna shop for yours and your moms dresses first and then we can go and see them.”

This earned him a playful whine of annoyance and he laughed as they headed into the city.

“Patience princess. We need to get the dresses first before we do anything.” This earned him a dramatic sigh in return before he rolled his eyes at her and turned the radio up, both of them singing along.

—-

It was the third store of the day before their appointment and they’d managed to find your dress pretty quickly.

Ashton had a good eye for colours and he knew what colour suited you best.

But his princess was determined to find one that matched her moms and he was helpless against her puppy dog eyes that she pulled which had him caving almost every time.

“Wait-daddy you gotta close your eyes!” He grinned at the sales assistant who’d been helping them out.

“Okay, my eyes are covered.” He called out once he dramatically placed a hand over his eyes, earning a giggle.

“Open ‘em daddy!” And as he pulled his hand away, he couldn’t get over how sweet she looked in a dress that wasn’t too dissimilar from yours.

“What do you think daddy?” She took the obligatory few steps forward before giving a small twirl and he grinned before putting on his best commentator voice.

“And here we have, a wonderful princess modelling the latest collection, a cute red dress, matched with a small black cardigan that makes her look like an absolute superstar!” he watched as her cheeks went very red, a shy giggle escaping as she rushed over to him, his arms opening up automatically.

“You really think so daddy?” Her tone was shy and he smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I know so princess. I think we’ve found your dress, don’t you?” She nodded her head before beaming up at him. “Go get changed, I think we can grab some food before our final stop of the day.” Her excited gasp made him laugh as she ran straight back to the changing room, the sales assistant helping her once more.

He could hear her excitedly telling the assistant where they were going.

“My daddy is finding a ring for my mommy!”

Once she was out of the changing room and holding his hand, they paid for her outfit before heading out and to the building that housed their appointment.

It wasn’t overly obvious that it was a jewellers, but as they went up the stairs and reached the set of doors that led in to the actual store, he chuckled as her eyes took in the plethora of rings that adorned cases.

“Wow daddy.” She whispered as they moved to the counter so she could study the rings a lot better.

“Hey there guys, you our two o’clock?” Ashton nodded to the assistant.

“Yeah. We said we had a rough idea of what we were looking for. You got the notebook princess?” He turned to her and she grinned, her free hand clutching the small book before offering it to Ashton.

The assistant moved them over to a part of the counter where they could show the different ideas and soon the assistant was moving around the shop picking up various rings to show the two of them.

He tried not to get disheartened at the fact that none of them screamed out to him. He was determined and so was his little girl who vetoed a lot of the rings almost instantly.

It took a while before the assistant found the ring that had her gasping in excitement.

“Daddy look! This is like nana’s too!” Ashton found himself staring at the ring for a second before he felt that feeling in his gut, an excited twist.

“You reckon that’s the ring we’re getting for your mom?” She nodded vigorously and the assistant laughed.

“It’s a solitaire twist band with a princess cut diamond, 18 carat white gold.”

“Daddy, we have to get it!” He laughed as he pulled her up so that she could see the ring closer. “Mommy’s gonna love it.”

Ashton could feel his heart in his chest going miles a minute.

“Yeah, I think she is princess.”

—

You’d thought nothing of the small looks your daughter and boyfriend shared every so often. You knew they had their own inside jokes, so it didn’t bother you as much as the week carried on and before you knew it, it was time for the family date night.

Finding Neverland had been on the list of things you wanted to eventually see, and you knew that Shay had deliberately let slip to him about it, so when he surprised you with the tickets for your birthday, you knew this was going to be a good evening out together.

The show itself was incredible. You couldn’t help but share a look with Ashton every time the two of you glanced down to your little girl who had her eyes glued to the stage in awe.

By the end of the performance, she was going over her favourite parts before you finally realised that Ashton wasn’t driving you home.

“Ash?” You glanced over to him and his face held a grin.

“We’re doing a detour.” Was all you got in return which only served to confuse you further.

But you waited patiently.

Eventually you recognised the area and this only made you question what was going on.

“We’re going to Cal’s? Why didn’t you just say?”

“Nope. That’s a pit stop. Dropping someone off with her uncle as they’ve got a few friends around. We’ve got one more stop before we’re joining the party.” He explained and you nodded your head.

When he pulled up to Calum’s place, you went to get out, but Ashton stopped you.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll sort her out.”

You eyed him suspiciously for a second before your daughter distracted you.

“Mommy, can we go to another show like the one tonight? I really enjoyed it.”

“Of course baby. We can look at the shows and how about you pick the next one, yeah?” She nodded her head and Ashton pressed a soft kiss to your lips before getting out of the car and then helping your princess out.

He was back in under five minutes, his lips in a full grin.

“I think a certain princess of ours is going to get taken out by one of her uncles that isn’t Luke. I’ve just had to placate two very jealous band members.” This made you laugh as he peeled away from the drive.

You talked about the album, the possible tour that would happen once it was dropped and the promotional tours as well. The discussion then turned to your job and the possible promotion on the horizon.

Eventually, Ashton pulled into one of the overviews of LA and you found yourself grinning.

“We haven’t done this since she was five.”

“Special treat.” He grinned as the two of you got out and he took your hand. The walk around was nice and you rested your head against his shoulder as the two of you walked.

“What are you thinking about, love?” His question was quiet as the two of you came to a stop, watching over the area.

“Us, the future, how much I love you.” You rattled off softly. “How lucky I feel to have you in my life and hers, and how excited I am for a quiet weekend with you.” This made you both laugh as you turned your head towards him and he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Thing is, I’ve been thinking the same thing.” You smiled at him as he pulled away slightly, taking his hand in yours.

“Ash?”

“My future with you, I see us, I see my little family that has made me a better person, a better lover, a better dad.” His tone softened entirely and you could feel the tears in the corners of your eyes.

A gasp escaped as he got down on one knee and you knew there were tears as he produced the small ring box.

“Holy shit.” Left your mouth and he smiled.

“Even knowing you had your little girl, I still wanted to know you, to be apart of your life. I can see my future without either of you in it. Both of you are such a part of my world that I cannot begin to describe how much love I have for you and her. I want to make us, a foundation for our family in the future. Will you marry me?”

“Yes, a thousand times yes!” You finally managed out, your heart hammering in your chest as he took the ring from the box and slid it onto the third finger of your left hand. He kissed it softly before you cupped his face, bringing him up to press your lips against his.

His arms wound around your waist as he picked you up easily, spinning around and making you laugh into the kiss as you finally wiped the tears away once your feet were on the ground.

“I’ve had this planned for months, but the ring, that was the very last thing we got.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips once more.

You could see his own stray tears, your fingers lifting up to wipe them.

“We?”

“Last weekend.” And then it hit you. The secretive looks and shared giggles.

“She kept it secret. I’m impressed.” You finally got out before the two of you laughed and he kissed you once more.

“Shall we go tell the others the good news?”

“I’ve been duped. You’re a good planner, Irwin.” He grinned as he led you back to the car and kissed you once more.

“I have to be. I live with a rambunctious soon to be eight-year-old who gets bored easily.”

When you arrived at Calum’s and stepped through the door, you were greeted an excited squeal as your daughter rushed from Calum’s side and wrapped her arms around your waist.

“You are a sneaky little miss. But it’s the most beautiful ring in the world.” You whispered to her hair and she giggled.

“I had to be sneaky! Daddy promised me it would be worth it. Will he be my real daddy now?” You were crying yet again as you held her tightly.

“Looks like it baby. I said yes, which means-”

“Mommy’s getting married!” She squealed excitedly and moved from you to Ashton and that caused the cheer from the gathered group of friends and, to your amazement, Ashton’s family, and you laughed through the tears that were falling.

“I told you I have to be a good planner.” He smirked at you and you could only smile as Anne reached you first, her arms wrapping around you as she welcomed you to the family.

Good planner indeed.

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[lalka-laski]

How would you react if your celebrity crush came to your door? I’d lose my shit and almost certainly make a fool of myself. It would not be cute...  Has your mom/dad ever walked in on you kissing or anything more with someone? No, thank God. I mean they’ve seen me kiss Glenn but not like a KISS kiss, ya know? Are there any musical instruments in the room you’re in? Nope, I’m at work. Are there any in your house at all? Yeah, Glenn has an assortment of unique instruments like a lyre & some Chinese type of drum, among others.  What electronics are in your room? (DVD player, CD player, etc) In my bedroom there’s a TV and 3 laptops. I think that’s it.

Do you have a box anywhere with special items you’ll to keep forever in it? Many!  Do you have cordless phones in your house or not? All of them are cordless cell phones If a horrible rumor was started about you and you found out who started it, what would you do with the person who started it? I’m not confrontational but if it was something that deeply upset or offended me I might approach the person to figure out what their reasoning for doing that was.  Do you know who Draco Malfoy is? Yeah If you had to, would you rather dye your hair red or black? I’d look terrible in either! Do you have any pictures of yourself on your bedroom walls? Nope, my walls are bare actually. I keep meaning to hang stuff up but I’m forgetful and lazy. Does your dad collect anything? USMC memorabilia, I suppose.  Do you like all the new Disney movies like Wall-e more then the old cartoon ones, like Snow White and the Lion King? I love them all! Though I have been on a real Pixar kick lately.  Do you ever press flowers into books so they’ll flatten all nicely? I’ve tried it but I never seem to get it right.  If you had a chance to marry Mason Musso, would you? I have no idea who  that is Are the socks you’re wearing your favorite color? What about your shirt? I’m not wearing socks. And my shirt is black so, nope. 

What’s better, a desktop or laptop? Explain. Probably a laptop just for convenience, although I prefer a regular mouse to a touchpad.  What’s the most you’ll pay for a pair of shoes? Not very much. I have a collector’s pair of David Bowie Vans that I paid $60ish for and that was a large amount for me. I don’t care for shoes so I don’t see a need to spend money on them.  Do you prefer kisses on the nose, cheek or forehead? They’re all sweet but I think forehead kisses are the cutest.  Have you ever stolen a question from another survey while making one? I don’t make ‘em, I just take ‘em What can a guy do to prove he’s a gentleman? Showing interest in me as a person and not just a sexual object is a good start. Obviously there’s much more to it than that but most men don’t even get that far... Is there someone who makes your stomach feel weak? Glenn does in a good way. Do your parents still hide chocolate eggs around on Easter for you? They hid our Easter baskets as kids 

What do you typically do on Easter Day? Usually a brunch/lunch type of meal. And I have a tradition of eating hoards of chocolate for breakfast and then feeling sick the entire rest of the day.  Does it annoy you when people say the wrong form? The wrong form of what? Do you prefer new questions in surveys or the typical name, age, etc? New questions, for sure. Although sometimes I take surveys just to wind down before bed or something and I like simplistic questions. Is there anyone you literally need to exist? My loved ones Do you know what the difference between 'your’ and 'you’re’ is? Of course If it’s snowing, is Christmas extra special? It does add a little “magic” I gotta say  Do you know what AFV stands for? Mhm Do you think 30$ for a pair of jeans is cheap? That seems pretty average. Although cheaper than $30 is a plus too.  Do you have any special plans for spring break? I’m not in school anymore so that’s not a thing Think of any one of your friends’. What is their mom’s name? Nora What is their favorite movie and TV show? His favorite movies are probably Top Gun & the Star Wars series (among many others). And his favorite show varies. Always Sunny maybe? When is the last time you two hung out one on one? Sadly it’s been several months since he lives in Pittsburgh Have your parents ever told you a frightening lie about something so you wouldn’t do it? Perhaps as a kid? Name a very well known bar in your town. Murphy’s Law Would you have a career you can’t stand if you made a lot of money? My misery is not worth any amount of money. And I’m comfortable living a modest life.  Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt to say goodbye? Of course Do you think it’s stupid when people have x’s in their username? I was never one of those people but I didn’t have an issue with it What would you prefer to get from a guy/girl: flowers, a hand written poem, a picture he drew of you or a nice night out? Nothing beats a handwritten note or poem for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers and all other kinds of gestures. But “word of affirmation” is my love language and therefore those sentiments mean the most. What does your hotmail username mean? If I remember correctly, my username is was Blondiegirl787 back in the day. Seems pretty self-explanatory?  Root beer or orange soda? Root beer!

Do questions about sex in surveys make you uncomfortable? Nah, I’m very open about my sexuality.  Do you any shirts with any kind of images of food on them? Not that I can think o Do ever have days when you feel really ugly? Almost daily  If the last person you spoke to on AIM/MSN kissed you,what would you do? REST IN PEACE AIM! Do you remember why you made the last mistake you did? I was probably drunk Do you plan on seeing the Hannah Montanna movie? Boy, these surveys are old. I watched it once when we played it for the kiddos at summer camp.  Did you check how many calories the last thing you ate had? Nope If you were interviewed for your best talent, what would that talent be? You’d have to ask someone else what my best talent is because I feel weird answering that  Do you know the chicken dance? Obv  If a random person asked how old you are, would you tell them? Yeah, I have nothing to hide. What are you looking forward to? I’m leaving work in about an hour. And I might be getting my nails done tonight which is always fun! Do you ever wish you had a different family? Never. Even when they drive me crazy, I wouldn’t trade them for the world.  Different friends? At points in my life, yes. But it’s definitely not a thought I have anymore. Everyone who’s in my life now is here for good reason. Do you ever have days when you just want to stay in bed all day long? Way too often. I’m working on forcing myself out of bed on those days but it can be a struggle  Is turkey the best part about the holidays? I’m a vegetarian so I go bananas with side dishes

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The Grinch

This week, I have no option for inputting audio. I'm sure this was some attempt to streamline the features in only the best of intentions that went horribly awry. Or, they don't know their hands from their asses. either/or AND OF COURSE THE SHINY NEW ALTERNATIVE IS DOWN. Bah. Naturally We could... watch with subtitles? That's no fun. Let me restart and if that doesn't work, we'll fall back on watch2together or one of the other options nobody likes. Hooray! ...Well, I'm livid! There, there. SOMEthing will work. We could try... sharetube?  I've only just heard about that one, not tried it Oh, doesn't seem to work... What did we do between rabbit and kast? I remember we tried a whole slew of options. I mean it seems to sort of half-work but I can't seem to get specific videos Yeah, but none of them seemed to quite work.  There was one that wanted us to download something and I think one that wouldn't play anything Wait. Let me try one more thing. SUCCESS! Fingers crossed, everyone... WOO AHA Oh man The Dragon Prince is so good it IS, I'm not caught up on it though just the first season It just gets better Time to reward ourselves with some well earned this. YES Yes! That 'extended cut' caught my attention I admit Classic. A normal interaction! spoof? let's watch that! I'm sure it would have continued to be perfectly normal had the parents not walked in It was at the top of the list on the video page Oh my god a;sdjfldjfsl At first I thought this was a redub, but THIS one however is my favorite, personally. Wow ASDL;JFDLDSFKJ; *eyebrows* I like the subtlety Likewise! Quick and to the point. Is there another window open? I keep hearing more sounds and someone's voice Better? Hrn no audio at all now THERE we go Wonderful! You know, I think just having snowballs made FOR you misses the point ...So did HE put up all those signs, or did they At least the dog seems happy in this one Man, this song is terrible Much happier than Halloween Max. psh mold spice I like that he took the time to garnish his depression spaghetti. And light candles. gotta take a self care day awwww Hahhaha I think this officially counts as assault Following him around to make his ears bleed Gosh, I wonder why he doesn't like christmas!  It must be because there's something wrong with him and not because they're all very annoying He's within his full rights to defend himself Ewwwww He's fully justified in stabbing at least three of them. If you want to help your mother, sit down and eat your eggs. "Sorry I struck you in the skull at 20 miles per hour." hahahah just visit santa in person, like in that other movie! okay okay the timing of that with 'DECK' the halls was hilarious I admit It was very cute. That is a nice cave though It's nicer than any of the Who homes. spacious, good ventalation, Giant crystals growing out of the bathroom walls. Could use some carpet, but I'm sorry but why does he have a banquet table for 30 people space, so he can make max sit on the opposite end can't risk any semblence of closeness He likes to feel fancy. Look at him, he's having fun awww oh my gosh a little picture of them Oh my god "It's 3000 years old and now it's dead!" That tree was probably like 800 years old lololol But hey!  Who cares, as long as they get to have it dying in the town square for a month And not even that, since it's four days before Christmas. I bet her wish is for her mom to meet someone For the month of January, they find a seven story whale and drop it in the center of town to slowly dehydrate. Ooh a turtle kid's got good taste honey no That's just insult tin injury Hello there, extremely realistic depiction of a panic attack. Yyyup yeah that is something Wait so he used to live here Why is he the only... whatever his species is so lemme get this straight The only one in the area, at least. the entire community is close and tight-knit and involves everyone with everything for the holidays but the completely isolate the orphanage from joining any festivities?? Except him, because... he's an orphan?  Because he's green? Yeah that is fucked Was he the only orphan in the place? Did he just slip off into the mountains and they wrote it off as an acceptable amount of orphans to lose? this revelation is horrifying So he was like... a small child when he went off to live by himself as a hermit he's completely justified in being bitter And Max is his little service dog. oh god I did NOT need to see that How does he get all this stuff, is he rich Does he steal it Probably. Sit. And eat. Your food. She really just lets her daughter do whatever huh And don't put batter down the sink. ...Are they planning to come back that way EAT THE FOOD YOUR MOTHER GIVES YOU. Wait how come their treehouse has electricity I'm sure she works the night shift so her daughter can give away her breakfast. No you don't Did he make the hat just for this occasion? uh the... This very, very specific occasion? So he wants to summon HORNY reindeer ... the MATING call? You're going to get a reindeer charging at you, spike a-flapping. Skifree! TRAP these kids are vicious Did...did they just admit to stealing 16 dollars from her mother's suitcase? I think so oh yeah, THAT'S what's happening, your dog is delivering cakes Uh I like how everything is striped. Aww. awwww, let him have f--actually sausages might have stuff in them that'd poison a dog, so good call there I'm sure he gets plenty of poison-free sausages. He seems infinitely more loved than any of the other Maxes. the audio and video out of sync for anyone else? I'm glad Yeah. oh it stopped? Actually, it seems okay today (The yeah was to Max being more loved) What did they THINK would happen omg omg CUTE I did NOT like the sensual way he grazed his finger along the paint job he SPECIFICALLY MADE a little sidecar for Mx, that's adorable Between this and the reindeer mating call... I like the implication that max can read english Maybe he MAKES all the stuff he has I want a movie about the man with a bird on a leash. I feel like this movie is careening towards her and the grinch getting together oh god please no Absolutey not. Bet you a dollar. nO Figuratively speaking. I *need* to see that dog robbing houses. Oh, he's actually staying outside. somebody's gotta play look-out Why so many stockings, how many people LIVE there Is--is Max in his little drone thing hahahah I love how this is supposed to based on the book but they're barely using any of the prose at all the original prose He totally brought this on himself "It's very drugged." "we'll just skip this house" That was a lot of night shifts' worth of stuff. But ah, well. Yes because I'm certain everyone would just shrug this off like nothing Right? I appreciate that they kept it metaphorical. It's not literal -- it's how experiencing something profound feels. I hope that's not the reindeer mating call horn gussied up oh god "hoo boy, didn't plan this out" "I'm sorry I ruined your Christmas but here's a stampede of urine soaked, sex-starved reindeer.\" AS;LDKJF awwwww now RUN Night I swear to GOD if this goes in the direction of him and the mom hooking up I'm personally blaming YOU for cursing it into existence Hhaahhaha There's no way this wasn't created by an entire crew full of humans who all suffer from crippling anxiety disorders. Hang on, are they ALL furry and he just dyes himself aparently He's the equivalent of a middle aged human wearing flesh toned, skintight pants and absolutely nothing else. and a tie I wasn't goin gto say it don't forget the tie And a tie. That seems like a small roast for all those guests. They have other dishes, though sooooooo Nothing actually solved the mom's problems huh I guess not? Oh, that's where the credits come in. Which...doesn't count, really, but still. oh THERE we go Oh hey! Cute. And they didn't get together! although it wasn't part of the story sooooo well that was certainly a thing Pretty good A fun movie :) It's a very gentle movie. As is this. well I'd love to stay but I've been putting off getting dinner started for too long Enjoy the short/rest of your night, guys! Enjoy your food! Thanks for the stream, Knock Out! Say hi to Breakdown and Impact for me! Of course! WOW, rude! How dare he be mean to Max Unforgiveable! Well, that's all the Grinch content I've got! Max is the best character and the best dog. Without question! Thank you for coming -- I've been looking forward to this one since last year! Hmmm... You know, I have a suggestion for a future movie :) :) :) Shoot! You'd love it!  It's all about racing!  It's called "Turbo". *snicker* It looks horrid. We'll ring in the new year with it! Horridly amazing, I'm sure! Clearly! Anyway--thank you for hosting.  It's been a blast! Glad to hear it! Thank you for coming! Goodnight! Goodnight!