#and i thought this would be a fun little advent calendar

[taojjang]

𐙚 riize reactions: i want to marry you .ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ advent calendar, day twenty-two! pairing: fiance!riize x reader, genre: fluff! warnings: pure love <3

synopsis: there's no better time to confess your never-ending love for someone than the holidays!

note: we're on the final four! ty guys sm for enjoying the advent calendar series i appreciate it so so so much :( i hope you guys are looking forward to the holidays coming up!! this one is kinda longgg i was feeling a bit too romantic so i hope you have the time and patience for this

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shotaro . . .

since the beginning of november, shotaro had planned a romantic getaway for the holidays. he booked the resort the second you agreed to his idea. from then until the day he drove you to the resort, he wouldn't stop talking about how excited he was. on christmas night, you finally realized why he was so excited.

taro knew you wanted to try ice skating. every time you'd open instagram, you'd watch reels about cute winter date ideas, and somehow ice skating was always a suggestion. you've been bugging taro to take you ice skating. the two of you got ready together in your fancy hotel room, taro letting you pick out your matching outfits. after you got all dolled up for the date, you were on your way to the skii resort.

taro held your hand as you entered the skii lift, reassuring you everything would be fun. but you were terrified. the lift seemed to be going way faster than you anticipated, causing your anxiety to palpitate in your chest. but once you entered the skii lift, your every thought was clouded by the breathtaking view ahead of you. but within seconds of reaching the mountain peak, you felt a tap on your shoulder. as you turned to face your boyfriend, your gaze was stolen by a glistening ring in taro's hand. your heart grew lighter as you looked down into taro's doting eyes.

"you've made every day of my life feel like a dream. would you let me live in your fairytale for the rest of our lives?"

the two of you held hands and explored the snowy mountain together, not being able to stop giggling as the idea of being with each other for the rest of your lives sank in.

eunseok . . .

eunseok is truly the most nurturing boyfriend you could ask for. no matter how busy or tired he is, he'd drop anything and come running to you the second you call his name. but with such a caring boyfriend comes so much nagging. eunseok is always complaining about how you spend too much money ordering food when he could just cook for you, or how you need to prioritize paying bills before buying new clothes. so of course it shocked you when he suddenly told you he was taking you to a tropical resort for christmas.

but of course, you couldn't complain. you were already envisioning so many cute things to do with eunseok on the vacation. you were a bit too excited, packing your things the same night although you had two more weeks until your flight. but it was all worth it. the resort he booked was absolutely stunning. you had your own little house on the beach and you bedroom had a window view of the deep turquoise waves.

the next few days, eunseok would take you on fancy tours of the island and luxurious dinner dates every night. you felt a bit emotional when things were coming to an end. the amount of beautiful memories you made with eunseok this week was all starting to overwhelm you. you felt like your love for him was at its capacity. seeing how sentimental you were, eunseok decided to lift your spirits by taking you on the final activity he had booked: a romantic ride on a yacht. it was absolutely lovely sitting beside eunseok with a glass of champagne in your hand. the wind breezed through your hair, refreshing every lingering thought in your mind. as you soaked in the tropical sun, eunseok called from behind you. "i think you'll like this view more." your heart stilled in your chest as you turned to eunseok, who was on one knee with the most stunning diamond ring you've ever seen

"you're the only person i'd wish to share the rest of my memories with. darling, will you marry me?"

sungchan . . .

every date with sungchan is typically organized by you. sungchan is quite clumsy and unorganized, so whenever he plans something it usually goes wrong. though you don't mind it and enjoy the thrill of how unpredictable his dates are, he's too insecure to plan dates. after all, sungchan wants the best for you.

but he knew you couldn't plan his proposal. he wanted it to be a complete surprise, which he succeeded in. you were shocked by how beautiful the house looked when you got home from spending time with your family for christmas. there was a romantic trail of rose petals leading you from the entrance to the dinner table, which was prettily decorated with fancy candles and flowers. though sungchan was such a klutz, you were proud of him for how luxurious he made the house.

everything was going as planned: he cooked up his best dish and it turned out delicious having you get up for seconds. you even complimented how well he planned out this date. to finish off the night, sungchan poured you a glass of pink champagne and served two slices of your favorite cake. the two of you were eating cake by the fireplace and sharing affectionate words with one another until suddenly, sungchan winced in pain and he covered his mouth with his hand. concerned and panicked, you put down your plate and leaned closer asking him what was wrong. you were surprised to see sungchan pull out a small object from his mouth. it was a diamond ring. you could see the embarrassment rise to his face as he looked down at the ring. "well, that wasn't supposed to be there..." as you realized what had just happened, you bursted out into laughter and took sungchan into your arms. "oh my gosh, sungchan, you're the cutest!" sungchan whined and threw his head into his hands crying, "it was going so well!" you smiled and left a doting kiss on sungchan's lips. "it's alright baby, now's your chance." sungchan sat up and cleared his throat, taking your hands into his and looking into your eyes.

"i know that was so stupid of me, but i promise to take you on countless more dates even better than this one. would you be my wife?"

wonbin . . .

wonbin loves home dates. whenever wonbin is in the mood to take you on a date, the destination is almost always his living room. something about the intimacy of being alone in such a comfortable space makes him so much sweeter than usual. but the christmas spirit makes wonbin even sweeter.

the two of you have a holiday tradition of going on a date to the annual christmas light festival at the nearby park. after walking around and taking cute pictures of every display, you would both find a seat in front of the frozen lake and share one early christmas gift.

but this year, wonbin forgot all about your gift. you stood in front of him with a blue gift bag in your hands, staring at him in disbelief as he stood empty-handed. you were furious. you'd been keeping up this tradition for five years, how could he forget? wonbin had even been bragging endlessly about how amazing your gift is, yet he conveniently forgot to bring it with him. you sat down on the bench and crossed your arms, not daring to look at him. all you could do was sulk as he cooed apologies. but your tough demeanor was soon cracked when wonbin sang, "listen baby, i can make it up to you, hm? look at me." finally giving in and turning to face him, your heart dropped to your stomach. wonbin got on one knee ahead of you, pulling out a small black velvet case from his pocket.

"you're the best gift i could ever receive. i'd never trade you for anything else in the world. will you marry me?"

seunghan . . .

seunghan spoils you rotten all throughout the year. you're having a hard day? dinner date! you just got a promotion? shopping spree! you gave him a few extra kisses that morning? flowers at your doorstep! after all, you're his entire world. what better way to show you that than giving you everything you could possibly ask for?

christmas is your favorite time of the year. you love going on all of the winter dates seunghan plans and enjoying the christmas spirit with him. but it gets a bit stressful sometimes. every day, there's at least two more gifts under the christmas tree despite not asking for a single thing this year. since seunghan spends so much money on you, you told him not to fret about christmas gifts this year and to focus on his family and friends. but its obvious those words didn't stick with him. by the time christmas eve came, more than half of the gifts under the tree were for you. you went to bed that night excited to open all of the gifts he'd gotten for you.

but you woke up to a christmas tree with no gifts beneath it. the tree skirt was bare with no boxes in sight. instead, four bouquets of flowers were sitting where the gifts usually were. confused, you called for seunghan in hopes he could explain what happened. but he never answered. as you investigated further, you noticed a single gift sitting on the branches of the tree. your eyes welled with tears as it revealed a silver ring with a stunning blue diamond. you turned around to see seunghan standing at the doorway with all of your gifts and another bouquet.

"what do you say, angel? would you take my hand in marriage?"

sohee . . .

as much as sohee loves you, it's rare for him to express said love through physical touch. here and there, he'd hold your hand as you walk beside each other or he'd brush your hair behind your ear when you're resting against his shoulder. but typically, he struggles to openly express his affection.

so of course you suspected something was off when he awkwardly held your hand for days straight. since the day before christmas eve, sohee's been so much more cuddly than you're used to. after spending the holidays together for the nth time, he wouldn't leave your side. he was practically clinging onto you from the moment he woke up to the moment he fell asleep in your arms. though you loved every second of it, you began to worry.

to end off christmas day on a cozy note, you put on your coziest sweater and got comfortable in front of the fireplace. not even a few seconds later, sohee hesitantly sat beside you, linking his arm around yours and resting against your shoulder. you pulled the blanket over the two of you and looked down at the clingy boy beside you. resting your hand on his cheek and stroking his soft skin, you asked out of pure concern, "sohee baby, is something wrong? is there something from your christmas list that i missed?" sohee chuckled and shook his head, snuggling closer to you. "what? of course not. i just... have a lot on my mind." even the slightest pout on sohee's face caused you immense discomfort and pain. you couldn't stand hearing he was stressed. "tell me about it, what's upsetting you?" sohee took a few seconds to simply breathe and take in your presence. swallowing back all of his fear, he looked up at you and let everything fall from his lips. "i think... i think i wanna marry you." your heart stood completely still. not a single breath escaped your lips. it was as if your entire world had froze. your love for sohee began overflowing in the form of tears.

"i've never felt so much love for someone as long as i've lived. i want to marry you, y/n."

anton . . .

christmas is always so serious for anton. he does not play when it comes to the holiday festivities. from november 1st all the way through january 31st, your house is full of the prettiest christmas decorations and even gifts. anton buys tons and tons of gifts for you that could last even past christmas. all year round, he takes notes on what items you express a desire for and he brings home all of those gifts on christmas. he just wants nothing but the best for you.

you're far too precious to anton. everything you do makes him feel so overwhelmingly in love with you. no matter how cranky you are, anton will always spoil you with snacks and affection every night. so of course he goes above and beyond for christmas, seizing the opportunity to spoil you rotten.

but you didn't expect there to be this many presents under the tree. you shook your head in both disbelief and astonishment. after eating a fancy breakfast anton had prepared, he urged you to open all of your gifts. you were more than touched to see all of the things you've mentioned to him sitting under the tree. from new clothes to fancy jewelry, anton covered everything you wished for. just when you thought things couldn't get any better, you opened the final box. inside lied a white teddy bear and a pink book sitting beneath it. you wound emotional flipping through the pages and seeing all of the prettiest photos he's taken with you, from the lowest times to the happiest memories you could recall. lying in the center of the last page was a gift you've been waiting for since the moment you met anton. it was a promise ring. looking up at anton with love flowing down your cheeks, you couldn't help but cry out of pure happiness.

"the happiest moments of my life were spent with you, y/n, and i want nothing more than to make even more with you. may i be your husband?"

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thinking of teddy being like 2 and she’s just so excited about anything and everything, so you do a countdown for anchivys birthday and she is like “happy for chovy dada?” every time she changes the number that’s closer to his birthday

i haven't done a blurb in so long <3 let's do one.

"Chovy?" Teddy chirps, bright eyes shining up at you, hands thrown out exaggeratedly in question- a trait Carmen swore came from you. "T'day? Chovy, t'day?"

"Not today, Teddy Bear." You cooed, sweeping the remnants of her snack into the trash.

At two years old, the world was exciting. Full of so many fun things, at the top of them, birthdays. Carmen's birthday was the first time Teddy really understood what was going on, the first time she really wanted one of her own.

Since then, she was convinced everyday was a birthday, babbling "bir'day, bir'day" around the house until you and Carmen were sure you were going to rip your hair out. Anchovy's birthday was close, the next closest, so you started a countdown for her. Thinking it would curb the constant asking- it did not.

"No?" Teddy's eyes rounded, dropping into an achingly sad look that had your own heart breaking. "No Chovy?"

"No, not today." You hummed, shaking your head. "But close." You chirped, grinning, hoping it would stop the tears you could feel coming from her.

Teddy perked, brows still furrowed in a sullen expression that was all Berzatto, entirely inherited from Carmen. "No bir'day?" Teddy sighed, demeanor switched.

"No, not today, baby." You sighed, scooping her up on your hip. "But, let's go see Daddy how many days we have left?"

A trip to the craft store, spending the entirety of Teddy's nap time one day, you'd made a make shift sort of advent calendar that counted down to the big day. A printed picture of Anchovy from his last birthday, sitting in front of a cake awkwardly.

Carmen had insisted it go in his office, heart swelling when he saw it first. Teddy babbling away excitedly about it, bouncing on her toes. It was positively adorable. Made Carmen's insides burn with a feeling he hadn't known before you. You were a good mom.

"Daddy," You called playfully, swallowing down a grin. He didn't fluster the way he had when you started with Anchovy.

"Yeah?" Carmen muttered, turning in his chair, eyes lighting when he saw both of you. "Oh? Is it my two favorite girls?" He grinned, putting the pencil down in front of him.

"We wanted to ask you something." You put a squirming Teddy on the ground, stifling a laugh when she bolted towards Carmen.

"Yeah? What's up?" Carmen groaned dramatically, lifting Teddy into his lap.

"Chovy bir'day?" Teddy threw her hands out again, turning them up in question to Carmen. You watched him melt right in front of you, a wide smile that still had your heart burning.

"How many more days until Anchovy's birthday?" You nodded.

"How many more days? Hm, let's see." Carmen turned towards the bright poster board pinned behind him. He'd hung it up on his own, proudly.

"You wanna count with me? Let's see how many days. Alright, we're right here, so..." Carmen hugged Teddy close. "One... Two..." He counted slowly, her little chirp of a voice echoing his.

You leaned forward, watching him adoringly. You were definitely bringing up the possibility of baby number two tonight after Teddy went to bed.

"Eight." Carmen nodded, looking down at Teddy. "So how many more days?"

She turned towards him, brows furrowed in thought. "No?"

"No," Carmen laughed. "You're tryna trick me? Hm, are you tryna trick me?" He grinned playfully, tickling her sides so she screeched in laughter.

"No! I no twick!" Teddy giggled loudly.

"So how many more days?" Carmen asked, pressing a kiss into her cheek. "Hm? How many did we count?"

"Eight."

"That's right." You nodded, clapping softly for her. "You're so smart. Such a good counter."

Teddy beamed, hugging Carmen tightly, pressing her face into his neck. "But tonight, you can mark it off and you'll only have seven." He told her, a hand running over her curls gently.

Anchovy slinked in, sliding between your legs as if on cue. You leaned down to pet him gently, scratching behind his ears. Teddy squealed in delight, squirming to get off of Carmen's lap to chase after him.

You watched Anchovy skitter, jump onto Carmen's desk and dash away while Teddy tried to chase him. "Did you tell Marcus to make the cake?" You sighed, sinking into Carmen's lap.

His head pressed to your shoulder, leaving a kiss on the skin there. "Yeah, he's got it. Just need to go to the store. I'll get some of those, the, uh, the streamer things? Think she'll like if we hang those up."

"Anchovy will too," You snorted lightly. "Claw them down like he did my birthday that one time." A memory from years before, another life time it felt like. Before you were married, before you had Teddy, when you and Carmen were still a little careless, care free.

"Yeah, maybe not then?" Carmen hummed.

"No, I think it'll be cute." You grin. "Teddy will love it."

[writingduhh]

im in the christmas spirit how would ted and schlatt spend christmas with reader

Ahhh love it!!! I did this as a “Christmas Season HCS” if that’s ok! If not omk I can redo it!!! Sorry this isn’t too good 😭

Christmas Season

Jschlatt:

▷ Schlatt would dive headfirst into decorating, but in a very Schlatt way. Think big, flashy lights all over the house, maybe even some crazy decorations like an inflatable Santa or a giant fake snowman in the front yard. He’d be “proud” of his work, probably grumbling about how “other people don’t know how to do Christmas right”

▷ He would play Christmas music non-stop. You’d hear him humming along to “Last Christmas” while sipping his morning coffee, acting like he’s too cool for it but clearly enjoying himself. You can’t help but smile.

▷ He’d love driving around town with you look at the best Christmas light displays. He’d have his hand on your thigh as he slowly drives down the snowy road, critiquing the houses and cracking jokes. Things such as “this one’s lame” or “finally, a house that gets it!”

▷ Schlatt rolls his eyes when you suggest matching Christmas pajamas, but secretly, he loves the idea. He picks a pair with some ridiculous pattern, like reindeer wearing sunglasses. He refuses to take them off the entire day, even when you suggest he change for dinner. “Why would I? I look damn good in these.”

▷ Schlatt would buy you your own personal Christmas Advent calendar, as well as a shared one but wouldn’t tell you until he brings it out one day.

“I thought it’d be fun to open this together every day.” Every day, you’d get a little treat or small gift, and each time he hands you the next door to open, he’s all excited, almost like he’s the one getting the gift out of your reaction.

▷ On Christmas Eve, Schlatt would get so giddy and excited. He’d keep looking at the clock, constantly saying, “Only “X” hours left until Christmas!” He’d want to stay up late with you and talk about past Christmas memories, cuddled up together on the couch as the fireplace .

▷ On Christmas morning, Schlatt would be up early ready to start opening presents, just like an eager child. He’d try to wake you up gently, shaking your shoulder and placing a kiss on your cheek. If that didn’t work he’d taking things into his own hands, literally. He’s scoop you up into his arms and carry you down to the living room. Setting you carefully on the couch.

▷ He’d act super casual when giving you your present, saying, “It’s no big deal,” but he’d be dying inside, watching your reaction.

▷ When you give him something thoughtful, he’d try to play it cool but would secretly treasure it, sneaking in a kiss and whispering, “You know I’m keeping this forever, right?”

▷ As the night winds down, he’d pull you under the Christmas lights, holding you close. He’d lean in for a soft kiss, grinning against your lips, and whisper, “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

Ted:

▷ Early in the month, Ted would start planning for Christmas well ahead of time. He’d get excited about all the little things like buying the tree (maybe getting one too big or too small for the space) and setting up decorations. Ted’s obsession with finding the perfect tree would be a big deal, and he'd drag you around to different lots to pick one out, overanalyzing which one has the "best vibes."

▷ Mid-December would also involve Ted trying to bake some Christmas treats, (I know, I know, shocking.), roping you into it as a way to spend time together. He’d insist on making gingerbread men or sugar cookies, and there would definitely be a flour mess, probably ending up all over the two of you. Or some other mishap with frosting. You’d end up with some hilariously lopsided gingerbread creations but hey, at least you had fun together.

▷ He sneaks little notes into your Christmas stocking throughout December, each one either a funny joke or a sweet message about how much you mean to him. On Christmas Day, you find them all and can’t stop smiling at his cheesy yet endearing efforts.

▷ If it’s snowy outside (assuming you’re not in Cali) Ted would drag you outside for some winter activities. Snowball fights or ice skating, building snowmen, absolutely everything you could imagine.

▷ Ted would get super into the spirit of gift shopping. He’d insist on buying everyone something “personal” and would spend way too much time wandering through stores looking for the perfect gifts for you. When he’s not shopping for you he’s dragging you along. Low-key I bet Ted to takes the longest time to pick out presents. Assuming you for your opinions on everything and possibly even going overboard on wrapping.

▷ Ted takes you ice skating, and while he’s surprisingly good at it, he keeps humble just to make sure you’re comfortable. At one point, he spins you around on the ice, laughing as you cling to him for dear life.

▷ Ted is terrible at wrapping gifts, but he’s so proud of his messy attempts. One of your presents looks like it’s been wrapped by a kindergartner, complete with too much tape. He defends his handiwork, saying, “It’s not about how it looks it’s about the love behind it!”

▷ Ted sneaks mistletoe into random places around the house. Anytime you’re caught underneath it, he swoops in for a kiss, smirking and saying, “Rules are rules.” By the end of the night, he’s hanging it from the bedroom door for one last cheeky kiss before bed.

▷ After opening presents, Ted would pull you into a warm, cozy hug, just basking in the Christmas morning vibes. He’d get really quiet for a moment, enjoying the peacefulness of the day. He’d rest his head on your shoulder

[allywthsr]

TRAVELING HOME | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando travel home for Christmas

wordcount: 1.2k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: read this please, I don’t know when the rest is coming out, I’m writing as fast as I can 🫶🏼

advent calendar

”Lando, do you have everything?“

You two were standing in your hallway with the luggage and backpacks, ready to fly home. Or at least to Lando’s home. This year was the Norris‘ turn of hosting the Christmas dinner and morning, your family would join you tomorrow.

”I think so.“

”You think or you know?“

”Uhm, I think that I know.“

”I‘m gonna check again.“

You shook your head with a smile, you were anxious. Anxious that you would forget something, you didn’t care about clothes because you could borrow some from Lando, but if you would forget a present, that would be fatal. You couldn’t exactly just pop over and get it, so you check at least five times if you packed them, before closing the suitcase. For one last time, you went into the guest room to check it for remaining presents, the bed was empty, under the bed too, just like the closet and the floor. The guest room was where you kept every present and wrapped them too, Lando didn’t help you at all with the wrapping, but you knew he wasn’t good at it.

The first two Christmas you got presents that were self-wrapped, and boy did they look funny, the wrapping was all over the place and it was more wonky than straight, and let’s not start with the amount of tape he used to secure the paper. Now he gets it wrapped immediately in the store he buys it from, or lets his mum wrap it. You always told him you didn’t care what it looked like wrapped, as long it came from the heart, but he was fed up with Oliver making fun of his (non-existent) skills.

After double-checking the guest room, and the office, because you had to make sure no one placed anything there, you went back to Lando to the hallway and grabbed your suitcase after pulling on your winter jacket.

”Do you really have anything? Toothbrush?“

”Put it in my bag this morning.“

”Underwear?“

”I brought enough, I hope you didn’t bring any, makes it more thrilling.“

”Gross! Beanies?“

”More than enough. Calm down, will you? We’re flying to my parents, they have stuff from me still in my room, and even you‘ve left clothes there.“

You let out a shaky breath.

Lando opened his arms and you fell into them, holding him close to you. You wanted everything to be perfect, you loved Christmas and it should run smoothly.

”But we really have to leave now.“

You nodded and let go of him, opening the door and walking through it, Lando locked the door and you stepped into the elevator. Outside of your building, a taxi was waiting for you, you two got in and it drove you to the Nice airport.

Lando had a cap on his head and a hoodie, trying to disguise, so he wouldn’t get recognized by people. Normally he always took his time with taking pictures and talking, but you’re already late, and he wanted you to be safe, mobs of people didn’t care about you, and more than once it happened, that you were pushed and shoved until you were crying.

You gave up your bags and made your way to the security check-in, the line wasn’t long, so you didn’t have to wait as long as you thought. The duty-free section was something you always admired, you always bought a little snack for the plane ride, sometimes it was some gummy bears or a chocolate bar, but Lando always had a bite, or multiple, not that you would tell Jon about it. But now, it didn’t matter, Lando was free for the next few months and could devour a whole Kinder bar pack and no one would care, he still needed to work out a few times a week, but it was less stressful.

You still had about thirty minutes until boarding would start, so you sat down in a quiet corner and talked about the most random things, your head was lying on his shoulder and his hand was gripping your thigh, stroking it gently every now and then. You loved cuddling with Lando, it was your favorite thing to do with him, even in public.

When the flight was announced, Lando and you slowly made your way to the counter, you avoided the big crowds, just in case someone recognized Lando or you. Scanning the pass quickly, you two walked through the long tunnel with your backpacks in your bags, where important stuff was packed. The plane was packed, so Lando pulled his cap further in his face and hoodie higher, so he could hide his face more. Luckily you didn’t have to walk for long through the plane, Lando booked business class tickets. You tried to tell him, you two didn’t need this, but what Lando wanted, he got. That was his Ariana Grande ’I want it, I got it‘ moment.

He insisted you two flew in business class, because, one, you didn’t need to walk through the whole plane and the chance of getting recognized was smaller, and two, you had more legroom, which he loved. But you let him buy it, because it was his money, and he could spend it on whatever he wanted.

When the plane was in the air, and you were settled in comfortably, you couldn't wait to get home, even if it was Lando’s home, it was still home. The smell of Christmas always smelt different when the whole family was there, especially because Cisca went big on Christmas. Tons of cookies were waiting for you, hot chocolates and teas as well, and let’s not forget the beautiful Christmas dinner and breakfast she always did. And that your family also came, made things even better. Normally you would’ve hosted Christmas, but the flat was way too small for everyone to fit in, and Monaco was expensive, the hotel costs would’ve been unnecessary.

”I can’t wait to be home, see everyone.“

You hummed and thought about the last Christmas you spent there, it was the second Christmas you two were together and you decided you wanted to spend it together. The Norris‘s hosted it and it was like you always joined them, everyone had a small gift for you, they all welcomed you beautifully in the family, not that they hadn’t before, but now it felt official, and the whole mood was perfect.

When you arrived, you quickly got off the plane, to avoid the other people and waited for the luggage at the strap, of course, yours came almost at the end, you couldn’t wait to get out of the airport. London Heathrow was busy, very busy. While walking next to the big crowds and lines, you could hear mumbling ’Is that Lando Norris?‘ but you only pulled more on his hand and you two were almost sprinting through the halls, wanting to reach the exit where Oliver was kindly waiting to pick you up.

You greeted him with a hug, Lando did the same and you quickly got in his car and you were driving home for Christmas.

[misc-obeyme]

prompt: RAD

a/n: It has come to my attention that the advent calendar prompts can be done in any order. So I thought it'd be fun to let a random wheel choose the prompt of the day! Sorry, Levi, I'll get to you later, I promise. Today the wheel gave me RAD, so I decided to do a little holiday inspired scene that takes place in RAD. But of course I wrote about Barbatos because I couldn't help myself. I love him, okay? Also I know I'm a day behind, I'll double up one of these days lol. @om-adventcalendar

Barbatos x GN!MC

Warnings: I mean only that it's almost embarrassingly fluff.

You walked into the great hall of RAD and paused to take in the scene. Clusters of poinsettias were placed evenly around the wall of the room, thick red and green ribbon with gold trim draped between them. On a ladder, Barbatos was securing the final bouquet. You saw sprigs of evergreen nestled among the red flowers, along with some tiny white Devildom flowers you didn't know the name of.

Barbatos's uniform jacket and gloves were draped across a nearby chair. You moved to the base of the ladder, looking up at his lean but strong figure. His nimble fingers wrapped the ribbon easily and you saw a little glimmer of magic, likely to hold everything in place.

Although the decorations made the whole place brighter and more festive, you were captivated by the butler himself. The way he gracefully descended the ladder, lithe as a cat, only to stand beside you with a slight smile. He was unsurprised to see you there.

"Where did you get poinsettias like that?" you asked. "Are they real?"

"They are real," he said, eyes sparkling in amusement.

"Do you have a supplier in the human world or something?" you asked.

Barbatos shook his head. "While I certainly could have obtained them that way, I wanted to try my hand at growing them myself. Poinsettias would not normally survive in the darkness of the Devildom, however with the help of a certain sorcerer, I was able to use part of the castle's greenhouse to create an artificial environment for them to grow."

"Why would you go through all that trouble when you could just buy some?" you asked.

Barbatos glanced up at the flowers. "I was able to grow regular specimens, but I wished to grow a Devildom variant as well."

Your eyes widened. "A Devildom variant? Is that what these are?"

"Indeed," Barbatos said.

You squinted at the bunch nearest you. "They don't look any different to me," you said.

Barbatos walked across the room, as if he was going to leave. You followed him in curiosity. He stopped before exiting and turned off the lights.

The room was plunged into darkness, but it lasted for only a moment as your eyes adjusted. You quickly realized that the poinsettias were glowing, a magical red and green light.

"I do believe lights are also a common festive decoration in the human world," Barbatos said.

You turned to him and the way the colors danced in his eyes felt hypnotic. "It's beautiful," you said. "As usual, you've really outdone yourself."

Barbatos took your hand. He still wasn't wearing his gloves and you couldn't deny the tingle in your fingers as your skin met his. He bent over your hand, looking up at you for a moment. "Your opinion is the one I cherish most. I thought of you every time I tended to these plants. I must say it was well worth the effort."

You could feel yourself blushing, but you somehow managed to retain your composure. Until Barbatos pressed his lips to the back of your hand. Then you couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Come on, stop it," you said.

When Barbatos straightened, his smile was mischievous and he pulled you toward him, letting go of your hand to wrap his arms around you instead. "Whatever do you mean, MC?"

You didn't even bother to answer the question, but it didn't matter because of course he already knew the answer. Instead, you kissed him there in the soft green and red lights.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[rhiannonsknife]

── ❆ DAY 10: christmas with jackie taylor

— summary: christmas with jackie taylor hcs.

— warnings: fluff. established, secret relationship. gn!reader.

jackie, who insists on going out for fun christmassy couple’s activities.

ice skating with her is definitely a non negotiable, even if you can barely stand on the ice. jackie laughs every time you stumble, even though she’s always quick to steady you. but ice skating is just the beginning. jackie has lists -literal lists- prepared months in advance, detailing every festive activity she’s planned for you. the local christmas tree farm is a must and jackie also insists on a trip to the nearest outdoor holiday market. bundled up in scarves and gloves you stroll through stalls filled with handmade stuff and hot cider. she’ll make a point of buying matching mugs or a keepsake items for the two of you, calling it a tradition you’ll have to continue every year. and, of course, there’s always a visit to see the town’s christmas lights, where she uses the darkness to your advantage and slip her hand into yours without anyone seeing!

jackie who surprises you with a self made advent calendar.

she hands it to you on december 1st with a casual shrug, like it’s no big deal. “here,” she says, setting it in your lap as you sit cross-legged on her bed. “i, uh, just threw it together” you stare down at it in disbelief, your fingers brushing over the little numbered pockets of red and green, held together with tape and a surprising amount of glue. each one is decorated with glittery stickers or hand-drawn snowflakes. “jackie…did you make this?” her cheeks flush a soft pink as she waves you off. “It’s nothing fancy,” she says quickly “just some silly stuff. don’t make a big deal out of it, okay?”

as the days go on, you open each pocket to find thoughtful surprises: a mini nail polish in your favorite color, a tiny ornament for your tree, a packet of hot cocoa mix, and handwritten notes. by december 10th, you can’t hold back anymore. “jackie,” you say, holding up a little charm bracelet she included that day. “you’re spoiling me!” she just grins, leaning back against the pillows. “it’s christmas!”

jackie who hosts a little christmas dinner for everyone.

she’d be serious about it!! she would probably spend the weeks leading up to it coordinating everything down to the last detail, from the playlist to the “optional but highly encouraged” dress code. so, obviously, her ‘little’ gathering is nothing short of perfection. aside from you (the guest of honor), all the other yellowjackets are invited as well.

she’s wearing a red velvet dress that night, and every so often (when she’s not walking around like the perfect hostess, making sure everyone has a drink in hand and knows where to find the snacks) you catch her glancing at you with a soft smile, like she’s proud to show you off: her parents are out for the evening, leaving jackie in charge, which means the two of you don’t have to sneak around or pretend you’re just friends.

“you’re glowing,” you tell her teasingly, watching her as she flits back to you after ensuring that nat doesn’t leave her cigarettes out on the patio. “well, someone has to keep this party running smoothly,” she says with an affectionate eye roll.

later that night, when jackie drags you under the mistletoe she insisted on hanging in the doorway again, she grins: “house rules”

“your rules, you mean,” you reply, but you don’t complain when she kisses you, her arms looping around your waist while the others cheer and whistle.

jackie, who has clearly inherited her mother’s relentless enthusiasm for holiday pictures

it’s a trait that becomes impossible to ignore as soon as december rolls around. she insists on documenting everything, dragging you into photo after photo, no matter how much you groan about it.“come here!” she’ll call you to the living room. “we need a picture for my scrapbook!” you groan playfully. “didn’t we take enough already? i think you’ve got every angle of me covered!” jackie only huffs, grabbing your hand and tugging you closer. “nope! this is our first christmas together. i’m documenting everything!”

her grin makes it impossible to argue though, and soon enough, she has you standing in the exact spot she’s deemed perfect, nudging you this way and that. she even adjusts your sweater, smoothing the hem and brushing imaginary dust from your shoulder. she then retreats a few more steps, squinting through the viewfinder of her dad’s camera and you can’t help but laugh at how seriously she’s taking it.

jackie, who is absolutely obsessed with christmas movies.

she doesn’t bother to hide it, either: she loves a good, festive romcom, and she will make that everyone’s problem (but mostly yours, as she suggests the fourth movie night of the week). you’d never admit it but you do enjoy the nights where you’re curled up on the couch with jackie, secretly holding her hand under the covers as her mother sits with you two, completely oblivious to your relationship. when the credits roll, jackie suggests another movie with a cheeky smile, and despite yourself, you agree, settling deeper into the blanket with her warmth pressed close to your side. by the end of it, mrs. taylor has drifted off in her arm chair and you take full advantage of the moment, leaning in and placing a quick kiss to jackie’s lips.

but also: jackie who has a general obsession with everything christmassy during the season.

specifically holiday-scented everything: candles, lotions, soaps; if it smells like peppermint, cinnamon, or pine trees, she’s all over it. the whole enthusiasm borders on comical, especially when she’s dragging you into yet another store to sniff every single candle on the shelf. she will light her new candle as soon as you walk through her door, filling the space with the aroma of cinnamon. “smells joust like christmas doesn’t?” she asks as she waves her hand dramatically toward the flickering flame. you raise an eyebrow, suppressing a laugh. “it smells…like apples and cinnamon?”

“exactly!” she says, grinning like you’ve just proven her whole point.

jackie, who drags you to the family’s annual holiday dinner.

you love jackie to bits, but you can’t even pretend that you like the other taylors a whole lot: their relationship to jackie is already a difficult oneand you feel like her mom doesn’t like you very much 95% of the time. still, you’d rather keep her company and make the christmas dinner with countless relatives a little more bearable for her. the taylor family’s annual holiday dinner is everything you’d expect: elaborate, formal, and laced with an undercurrent of tension. jackie has been pulling her perfect daughter routine all evening, smiling politely as she answers questions about school, soccer, and college applications.

but you can tell it’s wearing on her; the slight stiffening of her shoulders every time someone brings up her plans for the future, the way her laugh doesn’t quite reach her eyes when her mom makes another “innocent” comment about her looks or her grades (“you really have to get new hobbies once you’re in college, jaqueline”, “when i was your age, jaqueline, boys didn’t want girls who did men’s sports”, “don’t slouch”, “don’t hold your arm like that” and so on and so on)

you’re already biting back the urge to yell at her from across the table when when one of her other relatives leans forward: “so, jaqueline, do you have a boyfriend yet?” you instantly feel her hand tighten around yours under the table. you jump in before she has to answer, steering the conversation in another direction. for the rest of the night, you stay close, offering quiet reassurances (a hand on her knee, a nudge of your shoulder against hers) to remind her that she doesn’t have to face any of this alone.

jackie, who refuses to decorate the tree without you.

once again, her mother doesn’t exactly understand why jackie’s “friend” has to be there for it, but then again, it means she won’t have to do it alone. you quickly realize that “helping” means following her mom’s precise instructions whilst mrs. taylor sits on the couch with a glass of wine and supervises the process. every ornament has a specific spot, every strand of tinsel must be perfectly draped. jackie rolls her eyes dramatically at her mom’s comments when she’s not looking: “a little more to the left,” “that one doesn’t go on the front, dear”. at one point, you nudge her with your shoulder as you both hang ornaments near the bottom of the tree. “watch this,” you whisper. then, you deliberately place a bright red ornament on the “wrong” branch, right in her mom’s line of sight. mrs. taylor gasps dramatically and immediately gets up to fix it, muttering something about “aesthetic balance.” jackie bursts into quiet giggles, hiding her face in your shoulder as her mom goes for a wine refill.

walks through the park with jackie.

the minute the first snow comes down and actually doesn’t melt right away, jackie insists on going on a walk. whether it’s early in the morning or the middle of the night. the snow crunches softly beneath your boots as you walk side by side. holiday lights twinkle from every tree, casting a warm glow on the fresh blanket of snow. “okay, picture time,” she says with a grin, pulling her gloves off and digging through her bag for the familiar camera. “again?” you grin at her teasingly. “yes, again” jackie deadpans, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. you roll your eyes but oblige, standing still while she fiddles with the camera.

“okay, say something cute,” she says, snapping a shot as you laugh in disbelief. “something cute?” you repeat, shaking your head. “exactly!” jackie lowers the camera and looks at the display, smiling to herself. “knew i’d catch it. this one’s going on my mirror at home!”

and: late night drives with jackie.

she always insists on riding shotgun, fiddling with the radio until she lands on a station blasting holiday hits. she taps her fingers against the door in time with the music, glancing out the window as you drive. “this neighborhood always has the best lights,” she says, watching the houses go by in a blur of bright lights. you chuckle, steering down the rows of snow covered lawns and christmassy displays. “are we rating them this year?” you ask knowingly. “obviously,” jackie deadpans, already leaning forward to peer at the first house on the block. the entire facade is dripping in twinkling icicle lights, and there’s an inflatable snowman in the yard. “hmm,” she muses, tapping her chin. “six out of ten. sweet, but their snowman is crooked!” you snort. “tough crowd”

the car fills with her commentary as you weave through the neighborhoods for the rest of the ride. you know why she’s so eager to be out tonight: her house, as picture-perfect as it looks from the outside, isn’t always the warmest place to be. you’d never bring it up, but you’re more than happy to keep driving until jackie is ready to head home. it’s long past midnight when you finally pull into a quiet spot just out of sight of her house. jackie stretches. “this was fun,” she says softly, looking over at you.

you glance at her. “you don’t have to go back just yet,” you offer, shifting into park. jackie grins, her confidence returning in a flash as she unbuckles her seatbelt and climbs into the backseat. “come on,” she says, tugging your hand with a teasing look. “don’t make me kiss you in the front like some amateur!” you follow her with a laugh, settling into the cramped but cozy space as she leans into you, her lips brushing yours softly at first, then deeper.

jackie, who takes gift wrapping very seriously.

she has a whole station set up with ribbons, bows, and fancy paper that’s set up on the dining table with precision. there’s even a ruler for cutting the paper to exact dimensions, because of course there is.

you watch her from across the table as she carefully folds the corners of a package. “are you sure you’re not secretly running a gift-wrapping business?” you ask. your own presents are never wrapped as neatly as jackie’s. she just grins, obviously pleased with herself as she smooths the edges with her fingernail. you lean over to peek at the package, only to be gently swatted away. “no peeking!” she exclaims, holding it protectively against her chest. “you’ll ruin the surprise!”

jackie, who loves surprises!

she makes you wait until midnight on christmas eve to open her gift. by then, she’s practically bouncing with excitement as you finally unwrap it, watching your reaction with an adoring smile. “okay, okay!” she’ll say, dragging you over to the tree. when she hands you the little box, you shake it gently and jackie instantly snatches it from you again. “don’t shake it! you’ll ruin the surprise!”

“fine, fine,” you laugh, holding your hands up in surrender. she narrows her eyes suspiciously before handing it back, her knee bouncing as she watches you carefully untie the ribbon. there’s a necklace inside, delicate, and similar to the heart charm jackie has got herself, only that this one got both of your initials engraved on the side that will rest against your collarbones jackie bites her lip, watching your reaction closely. “so you’ll have a reminder of me,” she explains softly, her voice unusually shy. “do you like it?”

“like it?” you echo as you lift the necklace carefully from the box. “jackie, i love it!” her face lights up. “here, let me put it on you,” she offers, her fingers brushing against your skin as she fastens the clasp behind your neck. when she’s done, you touch the charm gently. “it’s perfect,” you say, leaning in to kiss her softly. jackie beams, her cheeks a little pink as she pulls back to admire the necklace on you. “i knew it would look good on you,” she says.

[emmawithtwoms]

Advent

@moonwater-microfic December 1st -405 words

“Remus, what is that… thing?” 

The thing Regulus was referring to was a carton frame, filled with many little containers glued to it. Those containers had very disorganised numbers on them (why was number 24 between 12 and 6?), painted in white, completely covered in glitters, little drawings of snowmen, snowflakes, little trees and candy canes. Remus had put it in their kitchen, and was filling the containers with different kinds of candies. 

“It’s an advent calendar, love.” 

“A what?” 

“Merling, I keep forgetting how uncultured you wizards are.” 

Regulus glared at his boyfriend.

“You’re walking on thin ice, Lupin. What is that?” 

“An advent calendar is a muggle thing: every day, until christmas eve, we come and get a candy from the box with the correspondent number. It’s a countdown for Christmas. I thought it would be cute to put it on for our first Christmas in our apartment.” 

“Oh, that’s cute, and did you buy it to be this… original?” 

“You can say that you don't like it, you know?” 

“It’s just… why are the numbers all mixed up?” 

Remus chuckled at his boyfriend's disdain for the lack of organization in his advent calendar. 

“Well, it’s supposed to be for children, and the fun part is looking for the right box in the morning, not knowing where it is and what you’re gonna find inside. I made this one with my mum and dad when I was a kid: we took an old frame and painted it white, the box are cut up old egg cartons stuck on with hot glue, and me and my mum spent the whole afternoon painting it and pouring all kind of glitters on it, while my da made hot chocolate and cookies for everyone. I thought it would be cute to keep up the tradition, you know? But if you don’t like it, I can take it down.” 

Regulus just stared at his boyfriend, then silently stepped over to him, grabbed the collar of his very ugly snowman sweater and yanked him down on a kiss. 

“That is the cutest and most adorable thing I have ever heard in my life. Don’t you dare take it down Remus Lupin” 

“Oh. o-ok, love, message received. Would you like to bake some Christmas cookies with me?” 

“Can I eat the leftover batter from the bowl?”

“Obviously.”

“Then yes, I would like it very much.” 

“Merlin, how I love you.”

A.N: HAPPY DECEMBER!!! The advent calendar I described is actually mine, lol. It's the one me, my mum and my brothers made when I was like 5 or 6. We still hang it up every year, and my mum still fills it with kinder bars. Sadly this year I cannot participate because I am in Budapest, but I know that my mum still has it.

[writerfae]

Christmas movie au Advent Calendar 🎄

Day Nine: 🍪Baking🍪

Christmas special tag list: @bunnymermaidsblog @deadlycupid @dustylovelyrun @ladywithalamp @sleepy-night-child @theguywithnonickname

Talon couldn’t remember the last time he ever baked.

He must’ve been a kid back then, helping his mother and sister with Christmas preparations. He hadn’t done that in a long time.

He was no talent in the kitchen, but as he told Aiden and Maya, the two had told him not to worry about it.

“Making cookies is easy, everyone can do it.”

Besides, they said, he had two experts with him.

“Baking is literally part of my job,” Maya reminded him. “And Aiden here has been helping me and my mother with making the cookies for the Christmas market ever since we were children.”

When Halea would find out that Talon was helping to bake cookies, she’d probably fall off her chair laughing.

She was absolutely convinced that her friend could set fire to cereal and she had more than one reason to believe that.

Luckily he wasn’t as much of a disastrous baker as he had anticipated.

He would lie if he said he wasn’t at least a little daunted when he was sat in front of a massive bowl and told to make a portion of dough all by himself, cause apparently they needed so much of it that that one bowl - or even two - won’t do.

But beside the fact that the flour he dumped into the bowl left behind a cloud of dust that made him cough and covered half his face, which resulted in Aiden clinging to Maya in laughter, it all went rather smoothly.

Okay, maybe Talon did throw some flour at Aiden about laughing at him and maybe that did result in a little flour battle that Maya later scolded them for, even if it was in a fond tone that gave away she wasn’t actually mad.

Nearly the whole countertop was covered in rolled out Christmas cookie dough.

As they started to cut out the dough in the form of stars and Christmas trees Talon was sure that they could feed the whole town plus reindeer population with the amount of cookies they were making.

“That’s the goal,” Aiden said laughing, when Talon voiced his thought to the other two. “They’ll be sold at the Christmas market after all. You’d be surprised how fast these cookies are gone.”

They chatted about this and that while they cut out the cookies and Talon had to admit to himself that he indeed had fun, something he didn’t expect.

Though he should’ve guessed, because with Aiden everything turned out to be more fun than he expected it to.

He was just fun to be around with his jokes and stories and the occasional friendly touches that never failed to make Talon’s heart react to it - and it made Talon feel content.

In fact, he hasn’t felt as good, as happy in a long while (if you left out the big elephant in the room, that was).

After the first few batches were in the oven. Maya excused herself because of an appointment she apparently forgot about.

“I’ll be back in an hour or so,” she had told them. “Remember to melt the chocolate for the topping, the first load should be done in a while. And Talon, make sure the chocolate actually ends up on the cookies and not in Aiden’s stomach instead.”

With that last warning she was gone.

Aiden pouted. “Killjoy.”

Talon laughed. “Come on, let’s do what she told us. Maybe I’ll let you have some of the chocolate if you tell me how we’ll best get it to melt.”

Now it was Aiden who laughed. “Deal.”

The batches were done right on time as they finished melting the chocolate.

They got them out of the oven, put in the next few batches and once the cookies had cooled down a little, began to decorate them with the chocolate and all kinds of other stuff.

As most of the melted chocolate was spread out on the cookies, Aiden took a spoon and began to scrape up the rest that was still in the bowl.

As he found Talon looking at him, he chuckled. “What? You said I could have some of the chocolate.”

He offered Talon the spoon full of chocolate. “Or do you want some, too?”

Instead of answering, Talon simply leaned forward and took the offered spoon into his mouth. Aiden’s eyes widened in surprise, but he held the eye contact Talon maintained throughout it all (in strange rush of confidence) until Talon leaned back into his seat again.

“Thanks,” he said with a grin on his face. “That tasted good.”

Aiden swallowed, then he nodded. Loading the spoon with chocolate once again, he lifted it to his own lips this time, not at all seeming to mind that this was the same spoon Talon had in his mouth seconds ago.

Talon couldn’t stop his eyes from staring down at Aiden’s mouth as he licked the spoon clean.

Oh, he was so gone for this boy, who was he even trying to kid.

Aiden’s gaze flickered up to Talon watching him and for a moment they only stared at each other, spoon and chocolate and everything else around them forgotten.

Talon could swear Aiden was leaning forward slowly and he was pretty sure he did the same when suddenly the ringing of the oven startled the two and the moment was over.

“I’ll get the cookies,” Aiden said, clearing his throat.

Was he blushing or did Talon only project his own bashfulness onto him?

Would they have kissed if the oven didn’t disturb them?

Or did he maybe inhale too much flour?

But ever since that moment there was a certain tension in the room and Talon was almost glad when Maya came back and he wasn’t alone with Aiden anymore.

He suspected that Maya could feel it, too.

When Talon excused himself later, claiming that he had an important call to make, she let him go without much complaint, thanking him for his help.

And Aiden, too, didn’t try to get him to stay.

Maybe he was just as shaken about their almost-kiss or whatever you would call the moment they shared as he was.

Talon left, taking the scarf with him despite his better judgment. He had barely sat a foot into his room when he already dialed Halea’s number.

“Halea, I don’t know how long I can take this anymore.”

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

🎄 🦇 batman advent calendar 🦇🎄

@moth-the-man very kindly gifted me this gorgeous Batman advent calendar last night, and I'm. obsessed. look at how cute this is!

some of those envelopes are very dense and have very intriguing shapes, and I can't wait to see what's in them. I'm trying really hard to wrench myself out of a bad slump of seasonal depression right now, and the prospect of having a cute little Bat-themed surprise every morning genuinely has me very excited!

I thought it would be fun to share what I get every day, so here are the contents of the first three envelopes that I opened last night and the fourth from this morning.

day one: a tiny book of vintage Batman covers, including Robin's debut! cute!

day two: this sticker that I slapped on my journal IMMEDIATELY, before I could even think to take a picture. I love this old-school creechur Bruce with his giant ears so much 🖤

day 3: a pair of paper ornaments featuring the dynamic duo! absolutely 0 idea what is happening to Dick with that christmas tree, but I'll be hanging these up anyway

and today, day 4: a little booklet breaking down Batman's gear, including this thrilling selection of batarangs! the notion of batarangs exploding is hardly new, but the image of Bruce chucking one at somebody with a full bomb just stuck on top is exquisite.

[daydreamingyuta]

Baking Christmas Cookies | Mark Lee

summary: fluff, boyfriend!mark surprises you by planning a baking Christmas cookies date wc: 1,351

Spending your first December with Mark as your boyfriend was already better than you could have imagined. On December 1st he surprised you with an advent calendar he made for you. You felt like a little kid again because as soon as you woke up, you couldn't wait to see the little present Mark has gifted you today.

You hop out of bed and throw on your fuzzy socks to keep you warm before you go downstairs into the kitchen. You make eye contact with the advent calendar that's sitting on your kitchen table, begging to be opened. You resist though, deciding to make some coffee first.

Your coffee machine whirs as it pours into your mug. You add your creamer and sugar and just as you're about to take your first sip, you hear your phone ding. You pick it up from the counter and see that it's from Mark.

Mark: Good morning :) did you open day five yet? Y/n: I'm just about to!

As soon as you hit send, you head over to the calendar. Mark is clearly excited for you to see what's inside, so you knew it had to be something good. It takes you a minute to find day five, as all the days are jumbled and out of order. You finally find it though and notice that it's the smallest box out of the whole calendar.

You wonder what could possibly be in the tiny box, and are only left more confused when you do open it. All that's in there is a piece of paper folded up about ten times. You unravel it, expecting a note to be written on it and you were correct.

"We're baking Christmas cookies today ♡"

Your heart jumps at the idea of baking with Mark, an activity you have yet to do with him. You immediately grab your phone and text Mark about how excited you are.

Y/n: There's nobody I would rather bake Christmas cookies with Mark! Mark: 🥹 samee

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Hours go by as you two both complete your tasks for the day, the thought of baking getting you through your work. Mark had informed you that he already had all the ingredients ready so all you had to do was come over to his place.

You were ecstatic about all the things Mark has been doing for you recently, but a part of you couldn't help but feel slightly bad. Since the advent calendar gift was a surprise, you didn't make him one. It felt wrong that he was showering you with gifts, while he won't get any until the 25th.

You decided to solve this issue by going into the store real quick before you left for his house. This last minute gift wasn't going to be extravagant or anything, but at least he would have something fun to open tonight.

You scoured the department store, Christmas music blaring in the background, until you spotted the perfect gift. Even though you had never baked with Mark before, you knew him well enough to know that he was more than likely going to end up spilling flour all over himself. So, the forest green apron with hand-stitched poinsettias all over was what you were going to get him.

Luckily, you had given yourself enough time to go home and wrap the gift before you actually have to leave.

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As the sun was starting to set, it was getting progressively colder out. You dressed yourself in a red off-the-shoulder sweater and a cream skirt with tights to keep you warm. You would usually just bake in your pajamas, but dressing up for Mark was always so much fun, especially since his compliments were always so sweet and left you with the biggest, goofiest smile on your face. Plus, Mark happened to really love this sweater on you, considering how he reacted the last time you wore it.

You hide Mark's gift behind you, as you knock on his front door. Almost like Mark was already waiting right by the door, he opened up right away. He was about to bring you into a hug, but then takes a step back as he notices your cute little outfit. He tilts his head at you and gives you his little smirk. "C'mon..."

"Do I look nice?"

He takes a step closer to you and cups your face into his hands. "Honestly, y/n. I have never in my entire life seen someone as beautiful as you." He squishes your cheeks and gives you a quick kiss to show just how much he adores you.

He un-squishes your cheeks and pulls you into a hug, rocking you back and forth like he always does. His eyes must have been closed because he hadn't noticed his present until he pulled away from the hug and you pulled it out. "For you."

"babyyy, I'm supposed to be the one spoiling you with gifts."

"We can both spoil each other." You say, leaning in and offering him an invitation to give you a kiss. Of course he happily takes the offer, pulling you in by your waist to get you closer.

Mark had suggested opening his present after you baked cookies, but since the gift was going to be perfect to wear while you were baking, you convinced him to open it now.

Mark tore into the present, revealing two Christmas aprons. He immediately puts it on and poses for you so you can judge how it looks and, of course, he looks adorable. "You're so cutee Mark."

"This is perfect for today! You got yourself one?" Mark say, pointing at the second one.

You nod your head and Mark helps you put it on. You grab the string so you can tie it around your waist, but Mark moves your hands away, wanting to do it for you.

Once you're all set, you finally start the activity you've both been looking forward to all day. Mark had already put out all the ingredients as well as put on the Christmas music, so you got started right away.

You two mixed all the ingredients together, following the recipe closely, wanting the cookies to turn out perfect. Just as you had expected, Mark had managed to spill some flour all over him, making a mess of the apron.

"Thankfully, I have the most amazing girlfriend who got me this apron so I didn't make a total mess."

"You're a lucky man, Mark Lee." You say, playing along.

"I really am y/n." Mark says, serious all of a sudden. "Like actually I am the luckiest guy in the world to have you."

Your heart melts because you know he means every word. You feel yourself start to tear up, so you bring your attention back to making the cookies. Never has anyone made you feel more loved and more special than Mark does.

Feelings of unworthiness cross your mind, but you quickly shut them down knowing that those thoughts would be heartbreaking to Mark if he ever found out.

Instead, you coat your fingertips with leftover flour and flick it at Mark for making you emotional.

"Woww. Here I am like pouring out my heart to you and this is how you act?"

"Because you're gonna make me cry!" You laugh, now feeling slightly back for flicking flour at him. You go to wipe off his face, but you use the hand with flour still on it and end up smearing more onto him. "I'm making it worse." You say, laughing harder.

"You're doing it on purpose." He says, wrapping his arms around your waist as he takes a few steps backwards. You lift your sleeve up to his face to fully get the flour off. "All clean?"

You nod your head and Mark pulls you into a kiss. You melt into him, your heart so full it feels like it could burst. "You know, some hot chocolate would go perfect with our cookies."

"Then we have to stop getting distracted and actually make the cookies." You say, not moving from his grasp.

"but you're my favorite distraction, baby."

[taojjang]

𐙚 babysitting with riize .ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ advent calendar, day twenty-four! pairing: bf!riize x reader, genre: fluff! warnings: CHILDREN.

synopsis: riize reactions when you're suddenly put on babysitting duty during the holidays!

a/n: merry christmas eve !! i hope everyone is excited for tomorrow and i hope this week will be so amazing for all of u!!! this fic is less holiday-oriented but i thought this would be such a cute xmas eve gift 🥹🧡 enjoy!

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✩ shotaro ⸝⸝

・ loves babies!

・ taro absolutely jumps at the idea of babysitting your little brother for the holidays

・ the second he meets the toddler, he's already squealing at how adorable he is

・ it doesn't take long for him to start acting up :( but taro handles it shockingly well, telling him off with a gentle yet stern voice

・ takes him to go play in the snow to make up for it <3

・ your camera roll is filled with so many photos of them playing together and taking long naps after their tiring snowball fights :3

✩ eunseok ⸝⸝

・ oh he's been WAITING for this day.

・ dealing with a brother fifteen years younger than him, he's more than qualified to watch after your younger brother.

・ he prepares a bunch of food to cook for the boy, always asking him what he's craving

・ he's having the time of his life cooking while listening to your giggles and baby talk all the way from the kitchen <3

・ your heart melts seeing him blow on the food to make sure it doesn't hurt the baby and even feeds him while he's playing with his toy cars :(

・ he ends up getting along well with the boy and even asks you if he could babysit more often!

✩ sungchan ⸝⸝

・ "baby, do you mind if we babysit my s-" "yes."

・ the moment you mention babysitting your baby sister for the holidays, sungchan is already putting on his coat to go buy gifts for her :(

・ once he meets her, he is HEAD OVER HEELS.

・ this boy is such girl dad material :(

・ he showers her with gifts and happily watches her play with them, letting her test out the hair accessories on him just to see her having fun

・ your heart just can't contain seeing him with such an adoring look :( long story short you beg your parents to keep her with you for a little longer

✩ wonbin ⸝⸝

・ wonbin would be so anxious watching after your baby cousin </3

・ he'd constantly be fretting about whether the house is baby-proof enough, keeping his eye on her at all times in case she gets hurt

・ always asking you if you've fed her or showered her yet

・ seeing him so overwhelmed, you reassure him everything is alright and not to worry so much since you got it!

・ he takes a break while you play with her but he can't help coming back to watch u play with the baby so adorably >w<

・ once the baby's energy pipes down, wonbin takes her to the bedroom for naptime and you end up catching them cuddled up on your bed :((

✩ seunghan ⸝⸝

・ once you mention babysitting he's all YIPPIEEE! YAYYAY >W< yAYYY!! WAHOOOOO!!! XD

・ but on the contrary, you're stressing so much since you know your little brother is INSANE

・ hani reassures you he'll take care of everything and everything will go by just fine!

・ which surprisingly it does..!

・ your brother is surprisingly tamed when he plays with seunghan, calmly putting together puzzles while eating his favorite snacks

・ seeing hani get so giggly and affectionate with your baby brother makes you fall in love with him all over again </3

✩ sohee ⸝⸝

・ this baby knows nothing about taking care of kids!! save this boy!!!

・ as the youngest of his family, he's never taken care of kids much but of course he's down to help you babysit your little cousin!

・ but once he finds out that the boy likes video games he's SET

・ sits in front of the tv with him for hourssss just playing all the games he has on the console

・ but once you urge him to take time away from the tv, he obliges and shuts it off immediately

・ then seeing you set the dinner table for him and the boy makes him feel all warm inside </3 it gets so much worse seeing you feed him and pat him on the head with that pretty smile on your face... yeah he's got baby fever now!

✩ anton ⸝⸝

・ AHHHHH YOU NEED TO PUT A RING ON HIS FINGER

・ he doesn't hesitate whatsoever when agreeing to watch your baby cousin

・ you were worried since you'd be watching after an infant and carrying so many responsibilities, but toni has your back!

・ he'd always have the baby in his arms, gently cradling her and cooing little noises at her to make her smile <3

・ he wouldn't let you stress for even a second, always making you sit down whenever the baby cries and taking care of it himself

・ but once he sees you sitting by her crib and looking at her with such soft eyes, he's tearing up :(( begs you to keep her around a little longer

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a/n: sorry this one isn't a full fledged fic..! i thought headcannons would be so much cuter for this one so i hope you guys liked this! i'm so excited for tomorrow and i hope everyone has an amazing christmas!

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[kissme-withyour-cherrylipstick]

Merry Kissmas, Day 20

It looks like they really are going Christmas shopping, so Arthur drives them into town on a cold, busy Saturday, the last weekend before Christmas. Merlin’s breath is visible as he steps out of the car and Arthur admires the way his cheeks turn pink, until Merlin catches him staring and he has to look away.

“Why do you need me for this?” Merlin asks for the third time. “I don’t need to do any Christmas shopping.”

“I need you in my sight at all times,” Arthur answers as they head into the shop.

“Why? Worried I’ll kiss someone else?” He raises a cheeky eyebrow.

“No,” Arthur says forcefully. “No. I just... can’t miss my chance. You’re still in the lead, you know.”

“Yes, I know. You gonna take it from me?”

Something about the way Merlin says this makes Arthur feel flushed. “Yes. When you least expect it.”

“I always expect it.”

To test this, Arthur pulls Merlin close, but he wrestles out of Arthur’s grasp just in time. Arthur laughs.

“You’re really willing to do this in public?” Merlin asks.

“I already embarrassed myself in front of all your coworkers and I have to see those people again.”

“That’s true.” Merlin smiles at the memory and because of that, Arthur doesn’t regret his actions a single bit.

Later, once they’ve gotten into the groove of shopping, Merlin speaks up. “There’s only five possible points left, and with me in the lead, I only need three more points to win, so we could be done by Monday.”

Despite the dread with which Arthur has been watching the Hershey’s kisses leaving his little cardboard Advent calendar, this thought hasn’t occurred to him. That it could be over even before Advent was. “You really think you could get three points in a row?”

“I could.”

“Please. Is that why you’ve been quiet? You’ve been figuring that out in your head? And here I thought you were actually giving me a break from your incessant prattle.”

“Nope, I’ll never do that.”

“Why would you want that anyway? For it to be over early?” Arthur is surprised by how quiet his voice is. “Are you... not having fun?”

Merlin gives him an intense look that Arthur wishes he could decipher and which goes on for a long time before Merlin answers. “No, I am. You have no idea. But... I was just saying. You know, it’s possible.”

You have no idea . Those words seem to imply something, but Arthur has to come up with a witty retort for fear of having to confront something real. “I very much doubt it.”

Merlin crosses his arms. “You don’t think I can do it?”

“You haven’t.”

“I haven’t been trying. I’ve been dragging it out for your benefit, but now that I know you’re not having fun.” He lunges for Arthur, who easily holds him back with a hand to his chest.

“I didn’t say I’m not having fun.”

Merlin’s arms go slack. “Are you?”

“Yes.”

A smile comes across Merlin’s face, crinkling his eyes, for just a second. “Okay, then. Kiss me.”

“What?”

“So we can tie.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Make sure it lasts longer.”

Arthur stares.

Merlin bites his lip. “I won’t stop you.”

This is like a wild fantasy come true, but Arthur has to remind himself it’s just for a silly game that will soon be over and it doesn’t mean anything more. He steps forward in the aisle of the busy department store and places a tentative hand on Merlin’s neck, Merlin’s eyes closing at the touch. “This is okay?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

Arthur leans in, pressing his lips gently to Merlin’s and it feels real this time, something deep inside him stirring strangely at the touch, but he can’t bring himself to do it for more than a couple seconds, even though Merlin is kissing him back, and the way Merlin’s eyes stay closed when Arthur pulls away seems to be telling him something, but he can’t entertain the idea because he isn’t entirely certain what it is.

He realizes Merlin’s hands were on his waist when he feels them leave. He sighs. “Now we’re even.”

Merlin blinks his eyes open, and there’s something fresh in his face that makes him look even more beautiful to Arthur.

“Come on. Let’s find something for Morgana.”

[giveafike]

The Stories We Keep - B.T.S

TLDR: Trip down memory lane with the Sheltons. This is part 10/12 of Azzie's Advent Calendar 2024!

Word count + info: 1.8k + dialogue.

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW! No warnings : )

Azzie Notes ✚: finally into the double digits! Once again short one but cute one, we're literally diving straight into it today!

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The evening unfolded in quiet anticipation. Outside, a light breeze swept gently against the windows, painting a serene backdrop to the warmth inside the house. The scent of hot cocoa lingered in the air, mingling with the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights.

Lisa stepped in from the rain, shaking droplets off her jacket as she kicked off her shoes. In her hands was a neatly wrapped package, the result of her quick trip to the photo store.

“Guess what I’ve got!” Lisa’s voice rang out, bright and excited.

Ben was sprawled across the couch, one arm behind his head as Halo dozed contentedly at his side. He looked up, already smirking. “Don’t tell me, don't tell me...is it dinner?”

Lisa shot him a look. “It’s the prints from last night, smartpants. And they came out perfect.”

Ben sat up a little straighter, glancing toward the staircase where footsteps could be heard. “Well, that’s one way to get everyone excited here.”

Emma emerged, her hair tied back, wearing a hoodie she’d practically lived in all week. “Prints?” she asked, her face lighting up.

Lisa nodded. “All from the digital camera, the candids, everything. Wait, where's Bryan?”

At the mention of his name, Bryan’s voice carried from upstairs. “ 'm up here. Lis! Y'all might want to sit down for this.”

Ben groaned, his shoulders slumping theatrically. “Oh no. Don’t tell me it's time for-”

“Oh yes!” Bryan thrilled, descending the stairs a moment later with a wide grin and a large frayed, leather box tucked under his arm. The box was iconic in its own right, its slightly worn exterior bearing years of wear and memories. Brass accents gleamed faintly in the light, and when Bryan placed it on the coffee table, it landed with a satisfying thud.

Emma beamed. “The box! It’s about time.”

You tilted your head curiously as you moved closer to the couch. “What’s the box?”

Ben sighed, but there was a fondness in the sound. “It’s our whole history, basically. Like, all of our lives are documented in these albums. Every goofy Christmas outfit, every bad haircut, every single moment Mom thought was ‘so precious’, it’s all in there. Every year before Christmas we just reel in the years, looking back at the year and before that too." He paused, the smile on his face melting into a fondness as his expression deepened into something more pensive. "I used to find it corny but over the last few years since college and tour, it's nice to go back and see how everything's changed so quickly. Plus seeing Dad's glory days on court are always fun.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Ben would act like he couldn't care less about it, but he's the first one to get emotional over it every year.”

“Lies,” Ben shot back, smiling, shaking his head. “Absolute lies.”

Bryan laughed as he sat down, flipping open the lid of the box. “All right y'all, let’s get started.”

Inside were stacks of photo albums, each meticulously labelled with dates and themes, Lisa's and Bryan's meticulous work evident. The first one Bryan pulled out was marked 1999. Its burgundy leather cover gleamed under the soft light, and Lisa let out a soft laugh as Bryan opened it.

“This,” Bryan announced, holding up the first photo, “is where it all began.”

The picture was of a radiant, young Lisa in her wedding dress, caught mid-laugh. Her hair framed her face, and her eyes sparkled with joy. Bryan stood beside her in a suit, his grin as wide as the day was long. The following pages held more treasures: Lisa caught in the middle of moving, her tossing her bouquet, Bryan dancing awkwardly with his groomsmen, candid shots of their parents, family members that were unfamiliar to you and a photo of the two of them sneaking a kiss under a canopy of lights.

“You had so much hair back then, Dad” Emma teased, squinting at Bryan’s younger self.

“And you had so little hair when you were born,” Bryan quipped back. “Life has a way of evening things out.”

The group laughed, and the album was passed around, fingers pointing out people alongside small anecdotes and funny moments remembered. Each photo felt like stepping into a memory.

Ben held up a small, pocket-sized, well-loved hardback album of Lisa's junior years playing tennis and Bryan's professional career, photographed at key moments; Wimbledon, triumphant moments frozen in time at the US Open, the French Open, the Australian Open and various other ATP tournaments. Photos of him holding trophies and caught mid-celebration between points. Each image was electric with history, capturing the sweat and grit that had built their legacy. Ben’s fingers lingered on the pages, his eyes glassy with emotion. It wasn’t just their story, it was the foundation for his own journey, a roadmap he was still following, determined to upkeep.

As Lisa pulled out the 2000 album, filled with siblings, cousins and friends of the parents photos of parties, house gatherings, barbeques and celebrations filled out the pages. You smiled and laughed at a few as you heard the backstories and read the somewhat cheeky notes scrawled throughout the pages beside the grainy pictures.

"Lisa! You've got to find me a cocktail dress like that, my goodness, look at you!" you oohed, giggling while the elder lady shook her head, smiling, a small blush creeping up.

"Mhm, I was so glad I had put a ring on her before she showed off that dress..."

"Dad!" Emma and Ben both shuddered and groaned, leaving Lisa and Bryan smiling and softly laughing.

From there, Bryan pulled out the next album, marked 2001, and the next, 2002. These pages chronicled the arrival of Emma and Ben, both wide-eyed and endlessly curious. Lisa had taken the time to jot little notes in the margins for these too, notes like Emma’s first smile! or Ben discovers spaghetti, I think he's found a new favourite food!

Emma pointed to a picture of herself, sitting on a vanity table with makeup smeared across her face. “Why did you guys let me do this?”

“Because it was hilarious,” Bryan replied.

“And messy, that was my favourite lipstick, missy,” Lisa added with a mock scold.

You smiled softly alongside the jokes and quips, not wanting to interrupt as you flicked through the pages tenderly, precariously, admiring the aged photos and notes, gliding over the faces. A picture of toddler Ben with his cousins and Bryan playing soccer, several chaotic photos of Ben and Emma soaked while holding a water hose and a bucket of water balloons, tennis tournaments with the game results and set notes added in by Bryan; so many warm memories in this house that was basking in memories, in love and joy.

As you progressed through, you found a photo of young Ben with his tongue out while a young Emma leaned on him, both wearing University of Florida t-shirts. Another photo of Ben signing his first contract while the next page had Emma's first college tennis tournament. The notes scrawled on the side made Lisa's pride undeniable and palpable, tangible, even if she mightn't be there for every match or moment.

You couldn't help but feel yourself getting choked up as you got just a small glimpse of your boyfriend's life, being able to be here, to be present and so welcomed not only into the present but into their past as well. And as for the future? Well, you could only hope and wish that you could hold just as much tenderness that Bryan and Lisa had held.

They moved on to the Christmas album, a thick book overflowing with festive cheer. Each page told the story of holidays past: small, modest trees in the early years, ornaments hand-painted by tiny fingers, and later, larger gatherings with extended family. The photos grew fuller with cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. There were snapshots of backyard football games, and warm Floridian afternoons playing impromptu tennis matches that always ended in laughter.

“God remember this one!” Bryan exclaimed, holding up a photo of the kids in matching red pyjamas. Their grins revealed matching gaps where front teeth had been. Both were holding up a gingerbread house slightly lopsided and dripping with frosting, overloaded with several types of candy and sweets.

Emma squinted at the corner, where Lisa had written, Emma finally lost her last baby tooth this Christmas. “I remember this one! I was so mad Ben’s fell out first.”

“Because I’ll beat you at everything,” Ben teased.

Emma jabbed him in the ribs, earning a laugh from everyone. Lisa began sorting through the newest prints, sliding them into blank slots in the Christmas album, while Emma busied herself grabbing Polaroids and following suit.

You found yourself lingering over a different album, still stuck on one labelled Ben, 2002–2005. Its pages were filled with a tiny version of him, all curly hair, big teeth and chubby cheeks. One photo showed him toddling across the backyard in overalls, gripping a toy tennis racket. Another featured him fast asleep in a pile of presents, a stuffed animal tucked under his arm.

“You were so cute,” you murmured, jutting out your bottom lip a bit as you held up a page with him caught mid-fall trying to ride a tiny bike.

Ben leaned over, peeking at the photo. “Still am, aren’t I?”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but smile. “Sure, if you say so.”

But there was something heartwarming about seeing these moments captured forever. The same grin you’d come to know so well was there in every picture, just smaller and slightly messier. The same spark in his eyes, the same playful energy, it was all there.

“You’re gonna get emotional,” Emma teased, catching you wiping at your eyes.

“Am not,” you said, though your voice wavered. “It’s just… this is incredible. You’ve documented so much.”

“That’s the point,” Bryan said, his tone soft. “So when you look back, you can see just how much love has gone into this family.”

Lisa leaned over to squeeze your hand. “And you’re part of it now.”

The comment made your cheeks warm, but before you could respond, Ben nudged you gently. “Told you it’s a lot to take in, I'm just glad it's you, not me this time. Get used to doin' this every year.”

You laughed lightly, brushing it off. “I’m just saying… you were an adorable kid.”

“Still am...your words not mine” he repeated, winking.

By the time the albums had been flipped through and the photos from this year found their places, the evening had settled into a comfortable lull. Bryan carefully closed the Christmas album, now updated with memories from 2024, and placed it back in the box. Halo had migrated to a spot by the tree, curled up near the lights, and Emma was already scrolling through her phone, likely plotting how to repost some of the photos for her story.

Ben, however, stayed beside you, his arm draped casually across the back of the couch. He reached out, flipping back to the page of himself as a toddler in overalls.

“You really think I was that cute, huh?” he asked, glancing at you with a crooked grin.

You nudged him. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late.”

Lisa’s voice carried from the kitchen, where she’d gone to fetch a refill of her cocoa. “Are you two coming to the kitchen for dinner, or are you just gonna keep looking at old photos all night?”

Ben glanced at you, his grin softening into something warmer. “What do you think? Still need time to catch up on all this?”

“I think we’ve got plenty of time for both,” you replied, smiling back.

And as the evening stretched on, filled with laughter and quiet moments of reflection, you felt deeply grateful to be part of something so grounded in love.

[watchandread02]

For the "Holidays with the Winchesters: A very Destiel Christmas Advent Calendar" by @archervale and @wormstacheangel

Day Ten: Ribbon

Ao3

Castiel is sitting on the couch when he hears giggling and two pairs of little feet running down the hallway. A moment later Jack and Claire are standing in front of him, twin grins on their faces. And apparently they thought they should have matching hairstyles as well. Cas clearly remembers that only Claire had her hair in braids only 10 minutes ago. Now both Jack and Claire are wearing two braided pigtails.

��Look Daddy, we made it so we look alike.” Jack says, excitedly showing off the two little braids.

“I can see that. It looks really nice on you Jack.” Cas tells the two kids. Jack does look very cute, he’ll have to take a picture of him later.

Jack and Claire bend their heads together, whispering for a while, before they are off down the hall again. Cas looks after them bewildered, but he goes back to reading his book.

Not even a minute Jack and Claire are back though.

This time Claire is the one to speak. “Uncle Cas, can we also braid your hair?” she asks as she holds up the ribbon that they must have used to tie up Jack’s hair.

“Okay, I’m sure that I will look just as beautiful as the two of you.” Cas replies as he sits down on the carpeted floor, so the kids can reach his hair easily.

Cas can feel them tugging on his hair for a few minutes. Then the tugging suddenly stops and he hears Claire and Jack giggling. Cas turns around to look at them.

“So how do I look?” he asks.

“You’re very pretty, uncle Cas.” Claire tells him and Jack nods vigorously next to her.

“Well I think we should do these for uncle Dean as well. What do you think? I’m sure he would love to have the same hairstyle as all of us as well. Otherwise he would feel left out, right?” Cas wonders.

Jack and Claire look at each other for a moment, before they bolt off towards the kitchen. Cas follows at a more sedated pace. When he gets into the kitchen the kids are excitedly pulling on Dean’s hands and talking over each other. Dean looks slightly overwhelmed, obviously trying to figure out what the kids want from him. Cas leans on the doorway, just looking at his favorite people. After a few moments Dean looks up at him, and promptly bursts out laughing. Jack and Claire stop long enough to see what Dean is laughing at, before redoubling their efforts. Cas pushes off the door frame and walks up to the three of them. Dean’s laughter has died down and he just looks at Cas with a grin on his face.

“I think what these two rascals were trying to tell you, is that they will gladly give you a matching hairstyle, to ours. Right guys?” Cas asks, putting a hand on both of the kids' heads, trying to calm them down a bit.

“Yeah!” Both Claire and Jack scream in unison.

Dean looks at all of them for a moment, before apparently resigning himself to his fate. “Okay, you can make a matching hairstyle for me.” The kids are already screaming in excitement, but Dean interrupts them, “but, we’re going to eat these sandwiches first. I didn’t slave away in the kitchen, for them to go bad, now did I?” Dean asks the kids seriously.

Jack and Claire shake their heads no forcefully, their braids bouncing around their heads.

“Well then go wash your hands and take a seat at the table and me and Dean will bring the food over.” The kids are immediately off.

Since they have a moment to themselves, Cas pulls Dean close for a moment.

“You know those braids are really doing it for me, babe. I think you should wear them more often.” Dean tells him with a wolfish grin.

Cas just rolls his eyes and pulls Dean into a short, but commanding kiss. When Cas pulls away, Dean immediately reaches out for him again, but Cas steps out of his reach.

“The kids are going to be here soon enough, so behave yourself. And don’t make fun of my hair, yours is going to look like this soon enough.” Cas says, as he moves to take two of the plates and set them down at the table. Dean is just behind him with the other two plates and he puts them down, just as Jack and Claire come back.

They finish up their lunch and the kids are immediately pulling Dean out of his chair and out of the kitchen. Cas takes a moment longer to put away the dishes, before going after the other three. He finds Dean in a similar position, to what Cas himself had done, while his hair was getting made. Dean is sitting on the floor with the kids standing over him, tongues stuck out in concentration. Cas can’t help but take out his phone to take a picture of the moment. Soon Jack and Claire step back, to admire their handiwork.

“So, how do I look?” Dean asks, as he poses for them.

“Very pretty, Pops.” Jack says, while giggling at the ridiculous faces Dean makes.

“Wait a second I’ll take a picture with my camera.” Jack says and runs to his room to get it. He’s back a few seconds later, camera in hand.

“Okay Pops, Dad, go stand over there. No Dad, you have to move more over there.” Jack directs them. He gives them a few more instructions, before seemingly being satisfied with how they are standing. Jack quickly takes a picture. Before the kids can run off again, Dean and Cas pull Jack and Claire close and Cas takes a picture with his phone. Yeah they will probably have to hang this up somewhere.

“What do you say, we watch a movie, while we wait for Claire to be picked up?” Cas asks.

The kids cheer and immediately move over to the shelf to pick out a movie to watch. While the kids are distracted by choosing which DVD to watch, Dean and Cas steal another short kiss.

Before Cas moves away completely, he whispers into Dean’s ear, “you know I think you should really wear these more often. I bet they’re grest to hold on to.” Cas emphasises his statement, by pulling on one of Dean’s pigtails.

Dean sends him a heated look, but the kids are already back with their choice of movie.

They spend the rest of the time watching tangled. Cas knows that Dean would never admit it, but he can see Dean mouthing along to the songs.

When the doorbell rings, Cas goes to open the door.

Jimmy bursts out laughing the moment Cas opens the door. Amelia is a bit more tactful, but she still grins at him.

“I see you had a very productive afternoon?” Amelia asks, as Cas gestures for them to step inside. Jimmy is still bent over laughing, but Cas just ignores him and leads Amelia to the living room.

“Yes we did. The kids had a lot of fun making us all have matching hairstyles.” Cas answers a bit ruefully.

Amelia gives him a soft smile, “I'm sure they were very happy.”

“Yeah they were. Did you get all your shopping done?” Cas asks before they go into the living room.

“Yes we did. Thank you for watching Claire for a few hours.” Amelia answers.

“Oh it was no problem. Jack always has a lot of fun with her and we’re still on for next week right?” Cas asks back. They had made a deal that both couples would look after the kids for an afternoon so the parents could get some Christmas shopping done in peace. And maybe even some alone uninterrupted adult time.

Amelia nods as she says, “yes we will pick up Jack from school on Tuesday and you can pick him up at any time during the afternoon.”

While Cas was gone the movie must have ended, since the credits are rolling across the screen. Jack and Claire are prateling on to each other, while Dean is watching them with a fond smile on his face.

“Hey Claire Bear, are you ready to head home?” Amelia asks.

Claire jumps up and runs into her mothers arms. “I guess. I have to tell you so much. Me and Jack made all of the boys match my hair.” Claire says animatedly.

Jimmy must have got his laugh flash under control, since he appears in the doorway. Only to laugh again, right away, after he spots Dean.

The others just ignore Jimmy, as they move to get Claire all packed up and ready to go. As they are saying goodby to each other at the door, Jimmy is still giggling. Any time he seems to compose himself, he spots either Cas or Dean and is set off again.

As a parting gift Dean calls out, “Hey, Claire I bet your father would love some pigtails as well.”

Dean quickly closes the door, but Cas still catches the look Claire fixes on his brother and the way his brother instantly sobers up.

And yes I was definitely thinking about these pictures, while writing this story

[allywthsr]

BAKING COOKIES | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando bake some cookies

wordcount: 1.4k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: this is my favorite cookie recipe, try it out!! And the picture on the right is my pictures, look at how stunning it is🥹. Like always, comment your thoughts!!

advent calendar

”Okay Lando, are you ready?“

”They’re gonna burn.“

”No, they’re not!“

”I‘m in the kitchen, of course, they’ll burn.“

”I‘m watching them, and they won’t.“

You tied your apron before you helped Lando with his. It became a tradition to bake cookies together, and this year was no different.

”Let’s get the ingredients out on the kitchen island, two hundred and fifty grams of butter, five hundred grams of flour, two-hundred and fifty grams of sugar, six egg yolks, and a pinch of salt.“

With every ingredient you listed, Lando opened different cupboards and the fridge to get all the things on the counter, placing various containers with different contents. You recently got more Pinterest-looking like containers and you loved them, the square-shaped boxes had big white stickers on them with different foods, that were written in cursive. Thankfully, due to your spacious kitchen, you had enough space to both move around and do your thing.

”As always, baby, can you sift the flour on the surface?“

He nodded and got the sieve out of the cupboard, weighed five-hundred grams of flour in a bowl, and let the flour fall through the tiny holes, creating a hill of fine flour. Next, he added the two-hundred and fifty grams of sugar on top of it, and because you two made this recipe every year, he automatically squeezed a dent in the middle of the hill with his long and slick fingers. While he was doing that, you got the six eggs out of the carton and separated the egg yolk from the egg white into a bowl, a few drops of egg were spilled on the surface, but you could clean that later. The egg yolks were poured into the dent of the flour and Lando got the two-hundred and fifty grams of butter out of its package and cut it into small pieces which he placed around and on the rest of the flour. Last but not least, you added a pinch of salt and now began the more or less fun part.

Kneading.

It was always messy, took way too much time, and both of you wanted the other one to do it. Every year you played a round of rock-paper-scissors and mostly Lando won, so you had to do the work.

”Who‘s going to knead this year?“

”Rock-paper-scissors, but only one round?“

You nodded and held your hand out. With three swinging movements and both of you saying Rock-paper-scissors out loud, Lando and you held out a scissor, so you had to play another round. Repeating what you just did, you went for the rock but Lando chose paper, which made you the loser of the game.

That meant, kneading.

So you got to work and removed everything that could catch flour on it, from your arm.

With skilled movements, you pushed all the ingredients together and started to knead, as always the texture felt weird and funny. Lando was laughing at the weird faces you pulled, the egg was cold, the butter soft and the little grains from the sugar were not mixing with the flour, it was a mess. You tried to knead as fast as you could to get over with it, but it felt like a lifetime, now Lando was filming you with his phone, recording a video to send to the Norris and Y/L/N family group chat. Almost everyone laughed at your expressions that clearly showed your discomfort with the mixture that was in between your fingers, only the mothers were giving you advice on how to get the perfect consistency of the dough. You had to have warm hands, so the ingredients would mix faster, but now it was too late, your hands were sticky with the egg and flour and you couldn’t warm them up.

Eventually, Lando put his phone down and hugged you from behind, watching your hands from over your shoulder, leaving slight kisses on your shoulder and neck.

”I love you, baby.“

”I love you too, Lan.“

He was a clingy boy when it came to Christmas. Always hugging you, always kissing you, and he loved to watch Christmas movies and cuddle. Maybe the Christmas spirit always gets to him.

When the dough slowly started to form, you were happy. At least you were beginning to see some progress, within ten minutes it became a hard dough, you rolled it into a ball and wrapped it in cling foil, now it had to rest in the fridge for one hour. During the hour you cleaned the mess that you two created and got out the cookie cutters, the rolling pin, and more flour as well as preparing the baking trays, pre-heating the oven to two hundred degrees Celsius. Recently you bought some new cookie cutters and you were in love, little reindeers, Santa’s, elf’s, and the list goes on and on.

Lando was singing Christmas songs and running around the kitchen while you tried to set everything up, every now and then he would hug you and spin you around the kitchen, trying to get you to dance with him.

Before you knew it, your phone was beeping, signaling the hour was over and the dough was ready. You divided the dough into multiple sections and began to roll the first piece into a small layer, about two centimeters thick, now Lando took a cookie cutter, and put it in the flour to cover the edges with it, so the dough wouldn’t stick to it and pressed the Santa into the yellow mixture. He put the Santa on a baking tray that you covered with baking paper, with a proud grin.

”Look, Y/N! It’s our first cookie this year.“

You stroked his cheek and looked for the next cutter to create a cookie. A snowman caught your eye, you covered it in flour and pressed it in the dough, and carefully you took the cookie on the baking paper. Both of you repeated that step multiple times until the first tray was filled with little shapes. You put it in the oven for about ten minutes and slowly the kitchen started to smell like a Christmas bakery. Lando was being the funny one he is and tried to get flour in your face, eventually, your nose was white, your left cheek had traces of white and your forehead had a white thumb on it after Lando said ’Simba‘ while crackling. He is the most unserious twenty-four-year-old there is.

Little Christmas trees, reindeers, stars, bells, etc. made their way on the baking trays that you put into the oven. Every ten minutes freshly baked cookies made their way on a cooling grid, or in someone’s mouth, until the last batch was done and now it was time to wait for them to cool down. In the meantime, you cleaned up again and this time you prepared for the decorating progress, melted white and dark chocolates were placed on the kitchen table, next to sprinkles and colorful royal icing you found in the store. Lando wasn’t a big help at all, he was clinging onto you and hugging you from behind, you would give him something to put on the table and he’d be back in no time, cuddling. It was cute tho, you loved that he showed how he truly is, a cuddling teddy bear who loves to eat sweets and cookies, especially Christmas cookies.

After a Christmas sing-off, the cookies were cold enough to be decorated. Lando immediately got to work and so did you, snowmen were painted white with brown chocolate spots to recreate the face, Christmas trees got green royal icing all over them, and other cookies just got a dip in the chocolate and sprinkles. It was a mess but it was a lot of fun, every now and then Lando would giggle and show you what he did, a lot of cookies got fours all over them, claiming it was enough decoration.

When both of you were finished and the place was cleaned up, Lando sat on the couch, munching on the cookies and you were sure you had to bake new ones next week.

[eventinelysplayground]

It's day one of the Ikemen Advent calendar event hosted by @candied-boys and @queengiuliettafirstlady. The prompt was Wool Clothing and I sort of managed to use the prompt from @writingwhimsey Naughty or Nice event which was meeting under the mistletoe. Again it's not exactly it but I think it's close enough to count it. A quiet night turns into a headache for more than one person with the delivery of some hand knitted woolen scarves. Fluffy fun, WC approx 945.

A Spirits Visit

It was a quiet peaceful night at the temple. Kennyo sat at his writing desk working on a letter to one of his followers off to the side Ranmaru sat brewing tea and across from him sat his teenage son working half-heartedly on transcribing some sutras.

“I think you missed a word.”

“Huh?”

Kennyo frowned as he looked up and over to his son's work finding the mistake Ranmaru pointed out.

“You must pay more attention to your work Shingen.”

“Sorry Father, I guess my thoughts were elsewhere.”

“That is no excuse to be so careless in your work.”

Shingen’s shoulders slumped and he hung his head.

“It's okay, you can always start again. In fact I'll even do one with you!”

Shingen smiled at Ranmaru who stood to get himself some paper.

“Thanks Ranmaru.”

Kennyo let out a sigh and returned to writing his letter. Just as he had picked up his brush the door slid open.

“Daddy, big brother we brought you something!”

The little girl came running inside carrying some folded up woolen scarves followed by a teenage girl and their mother. She went straight to her father and brother, arms outstretched holding out the woolen scarves and her face was lit up by a beaming smile.

“Mommy made them but I picked out the wool she used.”

“Thank you Keiko, thank you my dear.”

“Thanks little sister, thanks Mom.”

Kennyo and Shingen each reached out taking a scarf, the former wrapping it around his neck while the later placed it on the desk.

“Oh and I made this practice square!”

“You did a very good job, Keiko"

“I'm sure she'll have the hang of knitting in no time.”

“Here Ranmaru this one's for you, I made it myself.”

“Oh wow, thanks Akemi! The colors sure are pretty and it looks just as good as Lady Mai’s.”

“Akemi, Keiko, why don't you two go and deliver the rest of the scarves while I prepare dinner.”

“Okay Mommy!"

“There are a lot of them. I'm not sure we can carry them all by ourselves, would you come help us brother?”

“Your brother must concentrate on his studies.”

“I'll help you.”

“Thank you Ranmaru.”

“Yay, come on Ranmaru!”

Keiko grabbed onto Ranmaru's arm and pulled him out of the room laughing while her older sister and mother shook their heads and followed behind laughing. Kennyo smiled at the scene and watched them for a moment before turning back to his letter. Before he could resume it though he caught his son staring at the scarf and absently playing with it and he let out a sigh.

“What is it now?”

Shingen shook his head before meeting his father's glare.

“Nothing.”

“Do not lie to me Shingen.”

Shingen let out a sigh and rolled his eyes in an all too familiar way.

“It's just, Mom has been teaching some of the girls how to knit scarves as well and a few of them had a competition going on who could finish first so they could gift me one…”

“That is enough.”

Kennyo held up a hand to stop his son from speaking.

“If you would put half as much attention into your studies and other responsibilities as you do into thinking of women you would rival the greatest warlords and abbotts of both my time and your own.”

“Isn't one of my responsibilities to find a suitable wife though, to work alongside me as Mom does with you.”

Kennyo felt a headache coming on and rubbed his forehead.

“Yes it is, but you still can not neglect the rest of-”

A snap of Shingen's fingers cut off his father's words.

“I got it! I'll just tell them that Mom surprised me with it and being the dutiful, loving son I am of course I have to wear hers but that their handiwork so far is very lovely and I'd love to see more of it from each of them. I can even bring some sweets along as an apology, girls love sweet things!”

Kennyo groaned as he dragged his hand down his face.

“Even better I can tie some oh what is it…mistletoe onto the basket handle and have the girls reach in themselves for the sweets and when they do I can kiss their hands! Mom said after all that was tradition in-”

Shingen was so lost in his idea he didn't hear the sound of the bells on his father's staff, but he did feel the gentle impact of it on his head.

“Ow!”

“You will do no such thing, now go and help your sisters and Ranmaru deliver the other scarves.”

“But Dad-”

“Now Shingen, or did I not knock enough sense into you tonight?”

Shingen frowned and rubbed his head.

“Alright I'm going.”

Kennyo watched Shingen as he left sulking. As soon as the door slid shut Kennyo grumbled to himself and turned to go back to writing his letter. As he did so though he caught the bowl on his desk beginning to wobble out of the corner of his eye. He stopped and turned his attention to it as it continued to wobble.

“This is not a laughing matter! If he continues on this path he will be worse than you were, and likely more successful as well.”

The bowl continued to wobble.

“And it is certainly no way for a future abbott to act. I will not have my son turn out as you did.”

The bowl wobbled harder and Kennyo crossed his arms.

“Fine, continue your laughter if you must but you should know I blame you for this.”

The bowl wobbled even more and Kennyo continued to grumble and complain before finally giving up and turning his back on it in a huff.

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