#christmas i am ashamed

[orange-nimon-cross]

walking in a winter wonderland

dong sicheng x reader feat jung jaehyun, fluff, friends to lovers

sicheng saves you from an awkward situation with your ex at a christmas party

a/n: yes i know it’s june. please just let me have this i’ve had this written for about three years and i posted it on my last account.

“Hey, did you see Johnny anywhere?” Ten said from the doorway. He peered over at you, Chenle, and Jisung sitting on the floor, surrounded by paint cans and paper.

You turned towards him,awkwardly gesturing with a paintbrush at the paper banners on the floor. “No, but uh… can you help us?”

Ten stifled a laugh at the sight. “God almighty.”

“I know! You know I can’t draw or anything, and I’ve had to put up with Chenle and Jisung this whole time.”

“Hey!” Chenle protested. “We’re a pleasure to be around!”

Jisung looked up too, aggrieved, and accidentally knocked over a cup of paint water.

You, Chenle, and Ten simultaneously screeched, lunging for the banner to pull it away from the water.

You managed to snatch it away, heart beating at a hundred miles per hour. “Jisung!”

Jisung looked sheepish. “Sorry, guys. I’ll go get a rag from the supply closet.”

You sighed. “Okay. Uh, Ten, can you help them? I’m going to go find Sicheng.”

He turned to you, astonished. “Me?? This isn’t even my job!”

“I’ll owe you one.”

“Wait, don’t leave me with Ten,” Chenle broke in.

You and Ten both ignored him. “More like four,” he shot back.

“Three.”

“Deal.”

~

“Sicheng!” you called, hurrying towards your best friend.

He stopped short at the sound of your voice, almost dropping his box of decorations. “Y/N? Weren’t you with Chenle and Jisung making banners?”

You pinched his cheeks,beaming at him. “Got Ten to babysit them instead.”

He pushed your hands away. “How’d you do that?”

You shrugged. “I owe him now. Where’re you going with that?”

“The auditorium,” he said. “Good luck. You know he’ll call it in at the worst possible moment.”

“Whatever. Hey, I’ll come with you.”

“Sure,” he said. “Actually, let’s go back to the storage room and you can carry one too.”

“Fine. Anything to stay with my favourite boy,” you said, reaching over to poke Sicheng’s cheek.

His face turned pink. “Whatever,” he mumbled, and turned away.

Grinning, you trailed after him to the storage room.

Doyoung was there, shifting boxes around. He raised his eyebrows at you. “Aren’t you supposed to be painting banners, Y/N?” 

You smiled cheerfully. “Ten volunteered to take my place!” 

Sicheng scoffed. “Volunteered.”

Doyoung gave you a look, but didn’t question it. “Alright. I think we’ll only need one more box of decorations to the auditorium.”

He hefted up a big box. “Think you can handle it?”

You looked at it dubiously. “Uh, I think so.”

Doyoung handed it to you. You stumbled a bit, but managed to walk out into the hallway. 

Sicheng sighed, watching you. You could barely see over the top of the box. “Y/N, come here.”

“Huh?” You turned around unsteadily.

“Switch boxes with me, this one’s smaller and lighter.”

You frowned from behind the box. “I got this, Sicheng.”

He put his box down, and took yours from you. “You can barely see over it.”

You pouted, picking up the smaller one. “Some of us aren’t giants. Stop rubbing it in.”

“Could you even see where you were going?”

You started walking quickly, the lighter box much more manageable. “Yes.”

He caught up to you easily. “Doubtful.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Giant.”

“Midget,” he teased.

“I’ll have you know, I’m average height.”

“You are not— wait.” Sicheng turned suddenly, balancing the huge box on one arm. “We’re supposed to go that way.”

You scrambled after him. “Aren’t we heading towards towards the auditorium?”

“Yeah, but the main doors are blocked, so we have to go through the side door.” A couple moments later, he arrived at a dingy door, and balancing his box precariously on one hand, tugged it open. “Ladies first.”

You rolled your eyes, maneuvering yourself through the narrow doorway. “How gentlemanly.”

“Hey, is that the last of it?” Renjun called, from the other side of the large room. 

“Yeah!” you called back. Crossing the auditorium, you tripped over a cable with a squeak.

Sicheng barely managed to catch the back of your shirt, juggling his box onto one arm again. “Watch where you’re walking.”

You set your box down on the floor next to the tree Renjun  was decorating. “Sorry,” you said sheepishly.

Renjun opened your box. “Uh, are these Halloween decorations?”

You reached in and pulled out a plastic skeleton. “Awh, I really carried the wrong box all the way here?” Crouching next to it, you dug through it, only to find more spooky decorations.

Sicheng set his down, pulling out boxes of Christmas tree ornaments. “This one seems to be the right one, at least.”

You plopped down on the floor. “Do we really have to go all the way back and bring back another one?”

He patted your head. “I’ll carry it, you can just come with me.”

You groaned, but let him haul you to your feet. 

You followed Sicheng across the room and back into the hallway. “I’m tired. Can’t I just go home?”

“You signed up for this! You can’t just quit.”

“I didn’t even sign up! I got blackmailed into it by Kun!”

Sicheng raised his eyebrows at you. “Oh, really? What’d he blackmail you with?”

“We’re not even going there.”

“Was it really that bad?” Sicheng asked.

You sighed at the thought of it. “Yes.” 

“Is it something I don’t know?” Sicheng probed.

You clammed up, panic clawing at your chest.

“It is,” Sicheng said, watching your reaction.

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

“Is it something important?”

You looked away. “Ah… kinda?” 

You mentally cursed yourself for giving too much away. Sicheng always read you too well.

“Is it about a guy?”

You laughed nervously. “No? Why would it be?”

He poked your shoulder. “You’re acting awfully suspicious.”

You stiffened. “Sicheng...”

He sighed, backing off. “Okay, sorry. I won’t pry. Just… guys suck, okay? We don’t want a repeat of Jaehyun.”

You stiffened at the mention of your ex. “Why are you bringing him up?”

Sicheng raised his hands defensively. “I’m just saying. You don’t need a boyfriend when you have me.”

You blinked, suddenly flustered. “What?”

He blushed. “Uh, as a best friend. Who needs a boyfriend when you have me, your best friend?”

“Yeah, of course. Um, there’s the storage room.”

~

“Wow, everything turned out so well,” you said admiringly, looking around at all the decorations and the ornaments. “Even the banners turned out halfway decent.”

Sicheng laughed. “Even with you working on them.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” you protested.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “What do you think?”

Pouting childishly, you turned away from him. “Whatever. I’m going to get a drink.”

Sicheng rolled his eyes at you. “You go do that. I need to go find Taeyong.”

You turned around, heading for the little snack table on the side, but you hadn’t even made it halfway there before before someone grabbed your wrist. 

“Hey, wait.”

You turned around reluctantly, knowing exactly who the voice belong to. “Hi, Jaehyun.”

“Y/N.” He looked serious, even in his dumb Santa hat. “I need to talk to you.”

You gestured between the two of you. “Sure. Talk.”

He sighed. “I just… Y/N, I want to get back together.”

“What?” You jerked back.

He reached out to take your hand. “I know. I fucked up so bad. I’m so sorry. But… I just… I… I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Stop.”

“Y/N,” he pleaded. “Please. I missed you. Didn’t you miss me too?”

You closed your eyes. “Jaehyun, stop.”

“Y/N, please.”

Someone pulled his hand off yours. “She told you to stop.”

“Sicheng,” you sighed in relief, curling into his side. He slipped his hand into yours.

Jaehyun glared at him. “What are you, her bodyguard?”

Sicheng glared back. “Just because you didn’t take care of her doesn’t mean I shouldn’t.”

Jaehyun eyed you and Sicheng. “What are you, her boyfriend”

You opened your mouth to answer, but Sicheng beat you to it. “Yeah, as a matter of fact.”

You stared at him in shock.

He squeezed your fingers reassuringly. “We have to go now. Don’t talk to her anymore.”

Sicheng pulled you away, leaving Jaehyun behind, aghast.

Still shaken, you were already halfway across the room before you spoke. “Sicheng, I didn’t know we were dating.” You forced a teasing tone into your voice, trying to regain some normal.

He winced. “Ah… yeah. Sorry about that. I didn’t… I’m sorry about that. I don’t know why I said that.”

“It’s okay. Thanks for saving me, though.”

Sicheng took a deep breath. “Um. I kind of also need to talk to you.”

You grimaced. “Oh, God. Hopefully about something good.” Glancing around, you pulled him into an empty corner. “Okay, go ahead.”

He took a deep breath. “Alright. Before I start, you have to promise something.”

You frowned. “Okay?”

“No matter what happens, we stay friends.” He looked dead serious.

“Sicheng, that sounds so ominous,” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Promise?”

“Okay, I promise,” you said placatingly. “Now what is it?”

He inhaled. “So. I maybehaveacrushonmybestfriend.”

You gasped. 

Sicheng winced. “I’m sorry, uh-”

“Sicheng, I thought I was your best friend. Who is it?” You frowned. “You don’t really talk to anyone but me though.”

He sighed. “Y/N, you are my best friend.”

“Oh. Wait. Oh. Hold on. I uh. I kinda need to process this.” You took a couple deep breaths. “Okay.”

Sicheng awkwardly shifted from one foot to the other. “Did I just ruin everything? I’m sorry. We can just stay friends—”

“No, wait.” You gestured vaguely, blushing furiously. “That’s not a problem, because I have a crush on you too.”

He blinked, ears slowly turning red. “Oh.” 

He bit his lip, and your heart was beating faster and faster. “Can I… can I kiss you then?”

“Okay,” you whispered breathlessly.

Sicheng leaned down, cupping your face in his hands—and then jerked away, startled by a loud bang as a door across the hall slammed open. 

Jisung was standing in the doorway, hand over his mouth. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I need Y/N to… uhh… I’ll come back in a little bit.” 

You broke down giggling as Jisung fled the scene. Sicheng sighed, but he had an amused smile on his face too. 

He waited a couple seconds after the door had closed to turn back to you, eyes glittering mischievously. “So, you wanna try that again?”

[yepmimix]

the christmas party ended 3 days ago and shes still here

[writerfae]

If you think that just cause I am 24 I won’t still sit down in front of the Christmas tree all excited about opening presents as if I were six years old, then you are mistaken.

[bibuckeroo]

Here is my dragon. Printed and made by my dad.

I have always loved dragons and this one is specially made in the ace flag colours for me.

Not only do my parents accept me they celebrate it in the small ways with me.

Name suggestions welcome ☺️

[feral-ferengi]

Merry X-mas everyone!! 🎄✨️🫶🏻

Just like almost every year i'm having rainy holidays, so this is relatable energy ☔️

Hope ya'll have a wonderful time! Together, or alone, either way make it magical 💖 📸

[bangcakes]

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[bragganhyl]

I managed to make myself mad bc I barely could prepare the backup gift for my family bc of technical mishaps (and the actual gifts i intended to give didn't arrive on time so haha)

so idk if any of you have something to ask about Gaura dearest or even Bertalan or anything send it my way I could use those to accelerate the calm down process

[devilmeows]

i ordered a shower chair the other day and it arrived two days early and ough. Ough. oh i love my shower chair so much

[klara-rosa]

SO I did go to therapy and overall it was a good session but I still don't really get myself atm and am questioning a lot of my thoughts and feelings and, like, how I perceived some people in my life recently and whether that's actually what reality is like, so, like, essentially I THOUGHT I got along with people at work and THOUGHT they genuinely liked me as a person but now I'm thinking that maybe they just made the best of the situation and are tolerating my being there because they have no other choice and I trusted the wrong people and let myself go infront of people that are not providing the safety I thought they did. If that makes sense. And I'm just gonna go back to ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS protecting MY mental health and emotional well-being FIRST and if that means I'll be less involved and more introverted again then that's what it's gonna be. If that means staying quiet and within myself and connecting more with MY OWN values again instead of people pleasing all the time, then that's what's up.

[cldflsh]

actually i have an answer. sort of. few years ago i reached out to one of the camera directors who worked on the show. he actually replied. i explained to him my burning need to know what leonard asked for, and he decided to entertain me. he told me that he never read the napkin himself, but he would ask another man, who also worked on the show. the other guy didn't know, either. they came to the conclusion that there was a staff member who could answer, but unfortunately, he passed away. in the final cut, they decided to keep the napkin hidden, to keep the viewers guessing.

i'm sure that grant or wentworth could answer, but so far, no one had asked them yet. if i lived in america i would go to a meet and greet just to ask one of them because it's constantly on my mind. there's also a possibility that wentworth just wrote nonsense on that napkin. i really hope that one day we will know.

here's some screenshots from me bothering that poor man lol

[longing-for-the-past-times]

their reaction to you wearing a flavoured lipstick

task force 141 x reader headcanons

synopsis: headcanons of how would they react when the reader wears a flavoured lipstick/lip gloss/lip balm

notes: can you tell who is my favourite?

comments and reblogs are always appreciated🙈

warnings: mentions of smoking, occasional swearing, tooth-rotting fluff

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Captain 'John' Price - chocolate and red velvet

He may be slightly old-fashioned and love it when you wear red lipstick as he considers it a classy, but bold choice of colour

He is aware that you own more than one red lipstick, yet he secretly cannot differentiate one shade from another. Not that he'll ever let you know

That is until one day you visit him at work. He won't let it show, but he becomes jealous the second you walk in the base, your lips painted in a rich, velvety crimson. He cannot take his eyes off you, hypnotized by the captivating movement of your lips as you speak to him, telling him about your day and what you thought you should have for dinner.

John does not miss the hungry looks that are thrown across your way. He is quick to snake his hand around your waist and usher you to his office, where he could be the only one relishing in the allure the red lipstick cast over you-

"John, you're not really listening, are you?" your playful tone snaps him out of his reverie, a sheepish look plastered on his face.

"Love, did I ever tell you how much red lipstick suits you?"

"Only twice per day and more than ten times per night…" you roll your eyes at his antics, cupping his cheeks in your hands and planting a kiss at the corner of his lips, letting out a small giggle as his stubble tickled your lips.

"Well, I am headed home to get started on that dinner you didn't pay attention to!" you keep teasing him, amused by his dazzled expression. Little did you know, you had him wrapped around your finger.

"A…Alright, drive safe! I'll be there as soon as I finish this paperwork!"

Only he spends the next hour daydreaming about your red lips and the tender way they made contact with his skin, the phantom touch still lingering on the corner of his lips. Unconsciously, he traces his tongue over the place, freezing when he feels a mild flavour of chocolate.

He checks it once again, partially ashamed of the childish gesture. If any of his teammates caught him at that moment, they wouldn't let him live it down. But the subtle taste is there, sweet yet distant, almost as if it was teasing him.

The paperwork's long forgotten before he realizes it must be your lipstick. You might have told him that you found a new flavoured collection, but he had been too busy staring at your giddy figure to pay attention.

So he becomes a man with a plan and does not delay heading home anymore. The drive there seems endless, but it's all worth it the moment he opens the door and sees you standing by the kitchen counter, wearing the apron he gave you for Christmas

One second he's by the door, the next he's smashing his lips against yours, a small sigh of pleasure leaving him as he relishes in the now-intense aroma of chocolate.

"Warn an old man next time, will ya?"

From that day on, he starts calling you "chocolate". The pet name raises a few eyebrows here and there, but none of you are bothered by it. Not when you could tease him about his newly-found sweet tooth and he could lose himself in your delicate kisses.

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley - strawberries and cigarettes

There are times when he becomes a heavy smoker, sitting on the balcony of your shared apartment and burning through a pack in one day while his mind is mulling over the previous or the next mission

In times like those, he has nothing against your presence, secretly enjoying when you lay his head atop his shoulder and hug him from behind, but he always refuses to kiss you afterwards, arguing that the acrid taste of cigarettes would gross you out

It definitely doesn't- it is an integral part of him that you'd come to accept and love- and now you couldn't live without it

Until one evening, you opt to sit across him, leaning your hands on the balcony railing, while your eyes wander over the city lights. Over the course of your relationship with Simon, you had grown used to his long bouts of silence, becoming accustomed to all of his telltale signs: his left eyebrow would twitch when he doesn't like something, his right foot would continuously tap against the ground when he is distressed.

Three cigarettes in, and his foot is reenacting Radetzky's March. He is utterly unaware of the amused glances you steal at him

"Something the matter, love?" you ask him in a sweet tone, trying to pull off your most innocent face.

"'s nothing", he begins hesitantly, his voice rough from not using it. "…just a little cold, I guess"

You have to turn your head away from him and back to the city, a satisfied smirk spreading on your face. Simon might have been the deadliest operator the Special Forces have had in a long time, but deep down he was also a touch-starved man who found solace and peace in your arms

When the foot tapping does not stop, you struggle to school your face into a neutral expression and turn towards him, your eyes melting at the sight of his dishevelled blonde hair and furrowed brow. He sheepishly looks up in your direction, a silent plea dancing in his chocolate eyes.

You stand and approach him slowly, stopping only when your faces are inches apart. His half-burnt cigarette is forgotten in the ashtray, the remnants of smoke in his breath fanning over your face.

His eyes hold a hundred unanswered questions: did he do something to upset you, did you grow sick of him, can he do anything to get you back; but they are all silenced when you lean in further, placing a gentle and intimate kiss on his lips

The unexpected gesture sends shivers of pleasure down his spine and he has to take a moment before cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissing you back, the way you deserve to be kissed

You chuckle in his mouth before pecking both his eyes and forehead and returning to your original position, your head resting in the crook of his neck as your arms engulf him in a warm hug

He opens his mouth to scold you for kissing him when he is smoking. In his mind, it is almost like he is tainting your presence with the stale smell of smoked cigarettes. But as the words form on his lips, he hesitates, his mind struggling to acknowledge the foreign taste on his tongue

He turns to look at you with a confused look on his face. It was October so there could be no strawberries at the market and the freezer was empty as you had eaten all ice cream when you were on your period-

So why did he taste strawberries on your kiss?

"I may have found a lip gloss from high school", you eventually break the silence, blowing a huff of strawberry-scented air in his direction. "One I bought and swore to keep untouched until I found someone worth using it for!"

His thunderous laugh has you opening your mouth in shock. You could count on your fingers the number of times he'd laugh openly and without reserves

"Bloody hell, darling. You'll get me killed before smoking does! That thing must have been expired for years now!"

You shake your head in disbelief, faintly blushing at his words. You know he is teasing you, but that does not stop you from taking revenge as you start to plant messy pecks and kisses on his neck and cheeks. You eventually stop when your lips are once again inches apart from his, your breaths slowly mingling into a shared one

"Then I guess we are going down together"

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish - cherries and chapped lips

It all begins one cold morning when he leans in to kiss you goodbye before leaving for work

"Hold on! Johnny, you've got to do something about your chapped lips! You know what, let me get you a lip balm!"

He is quick to place a hand on your shoulder to stop you. His eyebrows are raised in disbelief and he has to do a double-take before words tumble out of his mouth

"Ain't no way I'm using such a thing, bonnie! Lip balms and such are made for wee lasses like you, not for demolition experts like me!"

You roll your eyes at his badly constructed argument and give him an unimpressed look when an idea pops into your mind.

"You stay right here, I'll be back in a jiffy!"

"What even is a jiffy?"

But you don't bother to answer as you head towards the bedroom, looking for the cherry-flavoured lip balm you bought specifically for the cold season. With precise movements, you apply a thick layer on your lips, smacking your lips to check if the cherry flavour is strong enough to linger. It fortunately is.

So you hurry into the hallway where Soap's waiting for you, hands on his hips as he angles his head in your direction. If he notices that your lips have just got shinier, he doesn't mention it

Instead, he leans in to properly kiss you goodbye this time, eyes comically widening when you deepen the kiss and make it last longer than usually

A small chuckle leaves his lips as you cup his cheeks in your hand and place a small kiss on the top of his nose

"How about we continue this when I come home?", he smiles at the ticklish sensation of your lips against his skin, the constant stinging of his own being forgotten for the moment

"Is that a promise, Sergeant?"

He has a hard time leaving home that day, the drive to the base being plagued by thoughts of you and how much you care for him. His lips have been chapped ever since spending the last two weeks on a mission that required him to be on constant watches in freezing temperatures. He eventually got used to it, the cracks and fissures becoming familiar from the countless times he dragged his tongue over lips, in a hopeless attempt to soothe the pain radiating from them

He does not realise that he is currently doing the same thing, his brain temporarily freezing as it detects a new, yet familiar aroma

Why do his lips taste like cherries?

He remains in the car, long after he's parked, his mind deep in thought as he runs his tongue over his lips once more, partially scared that he'll make the mysterious taste go away if he's too insistent. He does not see Ghost approaching his car from the back and actually flinches when he hears someone pounding on the window.

"D'you lock yourself in here, Johnny? The briefing's about to start in five and you haven't even geared up yet!"

"Bloody hell, you should really do something about your lips- they look like cracked desert earth or something…"

"Did not take you for a poet, L.T."

"Never said I was."

He is in the middle of the briefing when he figures out the source of the mystery taste. It all starts to make sense - the quick detour you had to take, the passionate kiss. He has to give it to you - you could do anything you put your mind to.

Because, besides the compelling taste, the chapstick you must have used started to have a soothing effect on his lips, the stinging becoming more bearable with every passing moment

He spends the rest of the day struggling to make the cherry flavour last longer, but it eventually fades out after he's forced to drink water. A small pout etches itself into his face and he starts to regret not listening to you.

The moment he comes home, he's in the bedroom, unscrewing the cap of every lip balm and smelling it before trying to place it back exactly as it was

You silently linger in the doorway, an amused smile creeping across your face as your fingers shift with the cherry-flavoured lip balm. Soap is so distracted by his covert operations task that he does not hear you trying to contain your chuckles.

"I believe you are looking for this?"

He is quick to snatch the small tube from your hands before bringing it closer to his nose and drawing a deep breath in. You shake your head in exasperation, a loud laugh escaping your lips as he clumsily tries to rub the chapstick across his lips.

"Love, you're doing it wrong! You might break it if you apply that much pressure!"

"Here, let me help you!"

Ends up insisting you order a batch just for him.

In just days, his lips go from cracked and fissured to soft and plump, perfect for the customary morning kiss

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - vanilla and stained teeth

Combat training is fun and games until you are paired up with someone like Ghost, Soap, or Gaz and get your ass handed to you

Lucky you, today Gaz is the person who slams your back on the hard mattress and pins your hands above your head, interlocking your feet with his

Your mind replays the steamy events of last night and you can't help but give him a suggestive smirk which is quickly followed by a toothy grin upon seeing the blush that spreads on his face

He shakes his head in disbelief, not letting go of your arms or feet. Instead, he leans forward, cocks his head and openly stares at you

"Darling, you've got lipstick on your teeth!"

You comically widen your eyes and try to bring your hands to your mouth, struggling to escape his firm grip, but to no avail.

"'m n't s'ppos'd to we'r lipstick 't w'rk", you try to mumble with your mouth closed while your tongue is running over your teeth, looking for any traces of lipstick.

"Ok, has it gone now?", you open your mouth and practically bar your teeth at him, frowning at his unreadable expression. "Gaz- you're scaring m-"

Before you finish your sentence, he smashes his lips against yours and it takes all you have not to whimper when you feel his tongue repeatedly swiping over your teeth

Once he breaks up the kiss, he makes a show of checking you up, his thumb slowly tracing the outline of your lips

"Yeah, I think I got it all…"

You roll your eyes at the shit-eating grin he's sporting as he runs his tongue over his lips and freezes, his jaw going slack

"Why am I tasting vanilla? Are you tasting vanilla?"

You try to give him an answer, but before being able to say a word, his lips are back on yours and he is kissing you hard and long, his hold remaining as firm as before

"Alright, lovebirds - go get a room before I cite you for public indecency!"

Upon hearing Captain Price, your combat instincts kick back in and you manage to push Gaz off of you, switching position, so that you are atop him, pinning him to the ground

"Sorry, Captain! We'll go back to training!", you call out to him, offering him an apologetic smile which he accepts with a subtle nod.

"Next time you wear that lipstick, let a man know!"

"It screams you need someone to kiss it better"

[iugza]

Happy late christmas and new year!!

Hello guys!! It's been a while since the last post, hasn't it? Unfortunately, lately I have been almost drowning in personal affairs, very busy with work. I was hoping that I could draw a lot of things, but during these holidays I got really really sick… and I’m still sick. It’s a pity that this happened again, but I hope that in January and February I will be able to please myself and you with drawings more often. (in fact, I’m a really ashamed that I rarely draw. Each drawing is different from the last one, as if they were drawn by completely different people. Forgive me for that..) Oh, by the way! Guys, thank you very much for a whole thousand subscribers! These are incredibly huge numbers for me, and I can’t even express how grateful I am! Thank you thank you thank you!! My plush Wally is due to arrive soon and (spoiler!) I'm planning on doing another, even bigger photo shoot! Yay! That's all for now, folks! I hope everyone had a fun holiday and Christmas! See you soon!!

[lemon-glaze]

christmas gifts. | obey me diavolo x gn reader | drabble

You hurried inside Diavolo's office, barreling past and knocking down an innocent Little D who shouted a small "hey!" on the way out.

Diavolo quickly met you by your side, taken aback by your urgency.

"Sorry, sorry Dia!" You kneeled over gasping, trying to catch your breath. "I can't believe I lost track of time while shopping, I didn't think I'd be late," you took another deep breath and turned to him.

"I spent all day looking for the perfect gift for you and, well, it seems like you just have everything and..." you trailed off.

"It's quite alright—" Diavolo's hand reached out but before he could pat you, you moved and threw your hand in the air, cutting him off.

"In the end I couldn't even find anything, I really am so sorry Dia. I don't know how I can- "

"All I care about is presence, you know."

You froze. You knew you were at fault, but hearing those words made your heart drop.

Diavolo furrowed his brows at your reaction and then let out a small chuckle.

"Presence, not presents."

"Oh!" you looked away sheepishly, ashamed to have taken it the wrong way. You should've known he didn't mean what you thought you heard.

He shook his head and let out a small chuckle again before taking your hand and softly kissing the back of it.

"Growing up the way I have, it is truly the gift I desire most—" He flipped your hand over and placed another soft kiss, this time in the palm of your hand.

"— Especially from you. Lets just enjoy the rest of the night together, hm?" ✩

[shahdmdohan77]

✨Christmas has come, it's time to give✨

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[kiemiu]

marshmallow world | ( fem!reader ) angst + comfort. established relationship drabble wc 1.2k warnings -> mentions of alcohol + daddy issues ( kiemiu's fluffmas masterlist )

You and Chris had decided to visit your parents for a small Christmas dinner before you went and spent it in Boston with his family, and in the beginning you were excited for your family to meet the love of your life. You had raved on and on about him to your parents, specifically your Mom, and had pure adrenaline coursing through your veins throughout the entire evening seeing them interact and laughing with each other.

Truth be told, that's all you wanted. Was for your family to welcome your partner with open arms, but as soon as your Dad had a few drinks and decided to chime into conversations, things quickly started to spiral downhill.

First it started with joking about Chris's profession, then it led on to how he would take care of you physically and financially, and then off to making snide comments about how he wasn't a "real man". Both you and your mom tried to mediate the conversation as it got more heated, you begging your Dad and Chris to stop once they both stood up at the table as if they were ready to put hands on each other at any minute.

The evening turned sour so fast, curses and shouts echoing throughout the entire house as they had to be taken to different sides of the house to calm down. You didn't waste any time for your Dad to cool down before you grabbed your belongings with Chris and walked out.

You were conflicted in your emotions. A part of you embarrassed, ashamed in a way, that you had introduced your lover to a man that you knew could turn any situation into a bad one. While another part of you was enraged, and annoyed because of the way Chris spoke back to your Dad.

The car ride back to your hotel was filled with arguing. You yelling at him, telling him he should've had better control, and not talk to your Father the way that he did, while he yelled back exclaiming that your Father was completely in the wrong and shouldn't have even been there in the first place.

After driving for a while your car broke down sooner than later, a harsh snowstorm left you stranded on a deserted highway coated in snow that only grew higher and higher by the minute.

The tension was thick between you two, the radio remained untouched even as you sat on the side of the road and waited for help. Only the occasional sniffle and ruffle of your coats, paired with the low hum of the heater was heard through the deafening silence. A mix of emotions concurred in both of you, it was all just so overwhelming and not where you wanted the evening to go at all.

"I'm sorry." you whispered. You were turned the opposite direction from him and couldn't even look him in the eye as you said it, not that it would make any difference considering he was turned away from you as well looking out of his own side window.

He didn't respond, not that you really expected him to anyway. "I knew I shouldn't have let him drink. But for some reason, something in me fully believed that-that he would have some type of control over himself, and...that was stupid of me. So, I'm sorry. I really am." you softly mumbled, even as your throat burned with a ball of nerves and your eyes started to water, you pushed out your apology with full sincerity and faced him when saying so.

He still remained silent, his hands mindlessly picking at the nail polish on his nails as he blankly stared out the window, most of his body shifted away from you with only a small fraction of his face in your view.

You didn't want to pry an answer out of him, or even the smallest reaction, even if it would help to calm your nerves. Instead you turned back to your original postion of staring out of the window, your fingers now anxiously playing with the cuffs of your jacket as you waited and hoped for the tow truck you called to arrive soon.

"You'd tell me if you felt— unsatisfied being with me, right?"

His question threw you off guard, you slightly threw your head back with furrowed eyebrows before turning toward him. "Why would I-" "Just answer, please." he muttered, his knee now anxiously bouncing as he turned towards you for the first time since you started the car ride back home.

With that, you were able to take in his appearance and see the prominent frown on his face, adorned with glossy eyes and knitted brows.

"Yes, I would." You confessed, your eyes still trailing over his face to gauge his next reaction.

He sniffled, turning away and wiping his nose that slowly started to leak with his sleeve before he brought his hands to shield his face away from you. A harsh gasp of air paired with a muffled sob escaped him, his body slowly starting to tremble from his repressed frustration and tears.

Your eyes slightly widened in shock before you reached over, gently grabbing his arm and slightly tugging him closer to you. Chris didn't fight it, he let you reach over the console and leaned into your touch, resting his head on your chest as you pulled his beanie off and tenderly carded your fingers through his hair.

He wrapped his arms around you, his hands clinging onto you for dear life as he tried to catch his breath and regulate his emotions. You did nothing but hold him close and wait, softly swaying as you continued to run your fingers through his hair.

"Fuck- I just..something about what he said just really got to me, man." he murmured, a few sniffles leaving him as he finally started to calm down and sink further into your touch. "He's an asshole, he knows how to get under any and everyone's skin. Chris–Baby, you did nothing wrong. You do all of the right things, and he could only wish to be half of the man you are. Honestly, I don't even know what my Mom sees in him but, he could never amount to what you do for me, and I mean it." You assured him delicately.

You stopped rocking and leaned into the back of your seat, releasing your hold on him when you felt him start to move. He rested his hands on your thighs, before resting his forehead on yours. "I love you so much, and I'm-I'm sorry for causing a scene at dinner. You and your Mom deserve to have a good evening, and I shouldn't have let my emotions get the best of me, even when confronted like that." he whispered, before leaning in and pressing a soft peck on your lips.

"I'm sorry for sticking up for my Dad when he was obviously being the shitty one. You were just defending yourself." you replied back before pressing a soft kiss on his lips, a small smile growing on his now pouty lips as his shoulders relaxed and he fell into you.

"Next time, let's just skip the Christmas dinner and bring your Mom with us to Boston." he jokingly avowed, his comment muffled from being smushed into your chest. You could only laugh in response before holding him closer. "Sounds like a plan."

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🔮 OPPOSITES ATTRACT

synopsis. a quiet slytherin and a loud gryffindor find themselves on a chilly evening, which results in something unexpected — at least for people around them. the oldest weasley’s daughter finds herself infatuated with nott’s only child and vice versa, even if their worlds seem so different, being apart just doesn’t feel right.

notes. theodore nott x weasley!reader. slightly sunshine x grumpy (pretend you’re a ginger if ur not). part 2 containing the date, thoughts?

theodore nott never thought he would be given a chance to love and be loved, upon all the terrible mistakes he has made. and maybe it seemed silly for a sixteen years old to say, but with an upcoming war, he wasn’t so sure if he could live through it.

theodore nott never thought he would have someone to call his own, someone to help him, when times get tough or someone who would understand him wordlessly. to be fair, theodore nott never thought he deserved anything like that, so the surprise on his face, when he found someone who was involuntarily willing to be his person was enormous.

he was walking around the crowded streets of the city, the dim lighting allowing him to see muggles running around with different expression on every other face he has passed — some of them were happy, cheering the slowly creeping holiday on them, some of them were exhausted and/or angry, probably from trying to find a perfect gift for someone and failing. just watching them gave him some sort of comfort, he had never had to look for gifts too much, his father wasn’t keen on being all festive and christmas was just any other day. the exception itself was looking for presents for his friends, which never had troubled him so much he looked exhausted.

he was in his thoughts, when he felt like he collided with someone. his eyebrows were squinted as he looked down on the red-haired girl, whose face was all red, either from cold or embarrassment. though, there was something so familiar about the girl that made him study her face for a brief second, the tea stain on his unzipped jacket didn’t seem to bother him at all, not as much as the familiarity of the girl.

“oh my god, i am so sorry, sir.” she let out ashamed that she didn’t look where she was going and that she probably ruined someone’s evening with her no sugar, lemon tea. it was then, when the familiar girl finally gave up and looked at the person she rudely bumped into.

“nott?” her words weren’t coated with layers of disgust and regret that out of all the people in london that night, she bumped into theodore nott. her words had surprised and confused undertones, almost as if she didn’t mind seeing him there. now, he obviously recognized his attacker — y/n weasley, a girl he sits behind in history of magic, a twin sister of potter’s best friend, someone who should hate him with burning passion.

“are you alright?” redhead’s question took him off guard.

theo was expecting something else, like a mockery of the fact that he was walking amongst muggles without hexing them all. though to be honest, theodore never hated muggles, well, yeah, he said some stupid shit, when he was younger and he was far from proud, but it was the need to appease his father. he definitely didn’t expect to see the worried manner in her, her brows scrunched as she tried to read his emotions, while standing in front of him in silence.

“theo…?” repeated y/n. he wasn’t alright and he didn’t know if he should show it. for merlin’s sake, he really wanted to get so much things out of his system, but venting to a weasley? he knew better than that — she would probably go around, and spread out the word about everything she heard from him.

nott was about to mumble something in response, when her eyes flickered with concern, demolishing all his justification why shouldn’t he talk to her for longer than needed. she was genuine, not caring that ron and harry weren’t on a good terms with him, she wanted to know, and help if possible.

so, theo simply gave up the act. “uh, no. not really.” he confessed, confirming all the suspicions she got to gather from observing him for a few minutes, when he thought of an answer. her expression changed from concerned to slightly sad, even.

before the boy could realize, he was sat in one of the small coffee shops beside her, a half empty, steamy cup of hot chocolate in his hands as they talked. something was so incredibly off about the way they conversed, first time in a while, he never wanted to conversation to end, just like when he was talking to his friends. his body itched at the thought that soon both of them would have to come to their respective houses and the talk would be just a memory that never happened again.

he had to admit that y/n’s presence was soothing. it was like the smell of a freshly printed new book, a cigarette on a foggy morning, a sensation of someone’s nails gently scratching the inside of his palm. the last one was a habit his mom developed to calm him down before she died, leaving him with an aching need for someone to find out about his perk and do it when he needs.

her muffled laughter filled his ears as he watched the girl cover her lips with a palm, he couldn’t help but smile. the gloomy atmosphere that he brought with his tiny vent was long gone, since she declared it her mission to make him feel better. so, since he wasn’t a big talker himself, she let him listen to all the stories from when she was growing up. even though he never experienced a family like hers, a family that cared for each other, it was comforting.

his eyes darted to the clock hung up on a wall, followed by hers and a long sigh that left his lips. his fingers ran through his curls as he parted his lips to bid goodbyes, though y/n was faster. “we could meet up here some other time, if you want.” she gave him a shy smile, the one he never thought he would see on her face.

y/n weasley wasn’t the shy type of girl, she was a big talker, a smart-ass with witty comebacks and a obnoxiously loud aura coating her small frame, though right now, upon his gaze that wandered around her face for quite some time now, she grew shyer.

“uh.” stuttered theo. “yeah, i guess it’s a good idea.” his reply made her smile go bigger, and in the back of his head, it felt like a reward for the decision he just made, some kind of reassurance that he did something good.

“perfect.” she grinned, taking the two of their cups and taking them to the shop’s kitchen, revealing that either she works there, or she’s just insanely crazy for barging into someone’s workplace as an unwanted stranger. “there’s a fireplace in the back.” weasley added, taking his hand in hers before he could even refuse (he wouldn’t though).

the tips of her long nails gently grazed his palm, when she led him the back, greeting a few of her coworkers. her touch on his skin ached, almost burnt, although if that’s what the insides of a normal, fireplace without floo powder felt like, he could grow to like it, only if a part of her body was pressed against his. few minutes later theo’s hand felt empty as he watched her disappear in green flames, having bid their goodbyes.

***

theo hated that feeling. this warm, strange feeling that coated his heart whenever he thought about the obnoxious gryffindor, who he met at those muggle streets. nevertheless, he found himself unable to think about someone else. he was replying to a letter pansy has sent him, and the only thing he had on his mind was y/n, he wondered if ginny told her about her little getaways with theo’s best friend, if all her brothers got back to their house, and — if she thought about him.

his hands throbbed. his fingers wrapped tightly around the quill, before putting it down on his deck. why on earth would he text her? it was one accidental meeting at some crowded street, one conversation that shouldn’t mean anything to them.

nott squeezed his eyes, the muscles on his face tensed as he focused on the paper in front of him, scribbling down a few words in his neat handwriting. a long sigh has left his lips, his eyes tracing the sentence he wrote for her. shit, why would he even do that? if any of his friends knew, he’d have been doomed — one weasley hanging around their friend group was enough, but he didn’t want to push draco nor blaise’s limits.

on a christmas’ eve, he went out for another walk, slightly hoping in the back of his mind that he’d accidentally bump into her again. this time, theodore would make sure to hear her laugh more often, to see her teeth, when she smiles or to watch as she gets shyer upon his gaze on her face.

his feet got him into a familiar looking café, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion — he couldn’t pinpoint from where he knew the place — and looked around. then, he heard it.

“theo!” a female voice rang in his ears. the boy turned his face, a smile slipping onto his lips as he realized where he was. the god damned café y/n was working at. “what can i get you?” a grin spread across her face, visibly delighted to see him there, almost as if she hoped for it.

her forearms laid on the counter as her body leaned a little closer, her hair pinned up in a ponytail that probably got ruined during her shift from running around the place, having a chat with each customer every now and then, a pinkish tint on her cheeks, maybe from the heat in the back or maybe, because he was there.

it took him a second to realize that he was staring with his mouth slightly parted. “uh—” he stuttered, getting a small, barely audiable giggle in response. “i just came to see you.” he blurted out. thank god his ears were covered by the beanie, because just by saying those six words got him all flustered.

“theo.” his name sounded so well coming from her. theodore wanted to hear it again, again, and again. it was melodic, like most beautiful song he’s ever heared. how could he get so whipped after one hangout?

“i hoped you’d come by.” she confessed shyly. “i have something for you in the back, could you give me five minutes? i gotta tell the manager i’m taking a break.” she beamed at him sweetly, rushing off to the back, taking off the green apron that hung on her waist in the meantime.

when she came back, she was still wearing the café’s shirt with a small, green logo, black jeans, and was carefully walking towards his table with a neatly wrapped package and on a top of that a plate with a big piece of some sort of chocolate cake, two drinks (the same as last time), and a cookie. her hair wasn’t in a ponytail anymore, ginger strands falling into her shoulders as she gave him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.

“you– you got me something?” a question left theo’s mouth, leaving him all surprised — the strange feeling warming him up from the inside. he took a big sip of the hot chocolate in front of him, hardly minding that he burnt his tongue, he didn’t want to say anything stupid. “y/n, we talked once and you… got me something?” he asked once again, not believing his own eyes.

the girl just smiled wider, passing the box towards him. “uh. yeah.” she answered, shrugging. “last time, you said that you never really celebrated christmas the right way, so… please open it.” she tried explaing herself, but gave up at the end, pushing the box further with her fingertips. “please?”

shit.

if she didn’t ask, if she didn’t give him those eyes and that smile. maybe he would be able to refuse, think of some lame excuse that wouldn’t hurt her feelings and give her the box back. but y/n was so sweet, and thought of him hard enough to prepare him a gift.

for half a second, theodore could see something flicker in her eyes, when his lean fingers gently pulled the green ribbon, ripping the gift paper afterwards. the gift turned out to be a sweater, a hand-made one that made the feeling come back to him.

the sweater was dark green, in the similar shade of his tie or the snake symbol on his robes, it had a large, dark blue letter T with a silver outline. his eyes scanned the piece of clothing, the corner of his lips going slightly upwards. “you got me your mom’s iconic sweater?” asked theo.

his mind was filled with different thoughts and emotions right now. he could never call y/n weasley a sweet girl, not because it wasn’t true, but because it would be an understatement — she was the sweetest, or at least somewhere in that range. his cheeks almost hurt from smiling at her, and never in his life nott had felt it.

“actually…” her cheeks started getting a little more pinkish than usual. “it’s based on my mom’s sweaters, i did it on my own. it might not be perfect—" y/n started rambling in nervousness, afraid that the boy won’t be happy about getting a meaningless piece of fabric from her.

“y/n, i love it.” theodore’s words were like honey to y/n’s ears, she gave him a small smile, not really expecting him to gently grab her hand out of sudden. the reason behind it? even theo didn’t know (probably to ease her nerves).

when he realized what he did, he wanted to take his hand back and mutter a quiet apology, the crime scene awkward as much as only possible. although, from the corner of his eye, he noticed that the pink on her face intensified, few more minutes of skin-to-skin contact, and she would turn into a tomato, so his hand stayed on hers, taking the chance and intertwining their fingers together.

“would you– uh,” the redhead started, stumbling over her own words, easily losing focus, each time his thumb stroked her hand, a tiny smirk hovering over his lips. “like to, uh, come here once in a while, you know… until the break’s over? keep me company, maybe?”

and he did. how couldn’t he? this girl was constantly on his mind ever since she bumped into him on the streets and spent literal hours at the café.

although, beside just keeping her company during the winter break — but also at school. he grew so fond of her (and believe me, it worked both ways) that cutting their fresh friendship short was something he couldn’t let happen. so… even though her younger sister was already swaying her way into theodore’s friend group, y/n seemed like a different topic.

theodore nott liked sharing. as unbelievable as it sounds, he really did. whenever he had something he enjoyed, he was willing to share, he was the type of person to give away his last cigarette to one of his friends, but the thought of sharing y/n weasley never crossed his mind. he wanted her all to himself, so… their hangouts always contained just the two of them.

small study dates in the library, late night walks around the courtyard, meet-ups in the room of requirement, picnics in the astronomy tower, while smoking some pot and cigarettes together.

back then, it felt strictly platonic. even if they called it their little dates, nott had a feeling they weren’t moving past the friendship line, while his emotions towards the girl were getting more and more serious. nevertheless, theodore was confident, but not confident enough to ask her out — to confess his silly crush without the fear creeping up on him that y/n would reject him and turn his dreams into nightmares.

***

the weather outside was getting better with each day until spending time inside the castle was unbearable. it was around the time, theo decided to finally push his luck and ask the girl of his dream out. ever since he woke up, he was nervously fidgeting with everything that got to his hands and when then classes were to start, it only got worse.

“you alright, theo?” a whisper left y/n’s mouth as she stood next to him in potions, her elbow nudging him lightly, trying to catch his attention.

merlin. the way his name sounded so wonderful on her tongue. if it wasn’t for the small attention-grabber, he would definitely accidentally ignore the question to daydream about how sweetly her voice is.

“no, i mean– yes, yes i am.” he stuttered. “i just– can i ask you a question?” she nodded, making his stomach turn around. “would you, uh– like to go out to hogsmeade with me? like on a date?” the question left his lips.

his throat went dry as he waited years for an answer (which was actually just about two seconds, theo’s brain just got really dramatic from stress), legs giving up, so he had to lean his palms on the table.

“f’course.” weasley grinned, not minding the blush that spread all over her face, just from the ask. “i thought you’d never ask, really.” she giggled, turning her eyes away for a second, before flashing him another beam of hers.

nott’s face was now bright pink. “i– what?” he was struggling to form a logical sentence. “you wanted me to–?” the boy was supposed to finish his thought, though it didn’t really sit well with snape who interrupted their little talk, postponing it until the evening.

the two of them were walking somewhere outside, laughing about something so insignificant, when the situation from classes popped into his mind. “so… about that date. you really want to?” asked nott.

he expected any kind of answer — yes, no, maybe, you should guess, nah — whatever was only possible. however, the feeling of her lips on his wouldn’t cross his mind. she kissed him. y/n has kissed him, leaving him breathless, when she pulled away.

“does that answer your question?” redhead chuckled, her fingers still curled up against the collar of his white shirt. he shook his head, still mind-blown. “yes, theodore faustus nott, i was dying to hear you ask me out on a date. whatever we have between us, i wanted it to move forward and go on a date with you.”

she laughed. “you really think i’d spend hours crotcheting a sweater for a guy i met few days earlier if i didn’t feel something? theo, i almost passed out when you touched my hand months ago.” another laugh left her lips that were now so close to his, clouding his mind with one certain thing.

upon hearing all those words, the boy couldn’t stop himself anymore, he pressed his mouth against hers, savouring the moment. cherishing the fact that she wanted him like he wanted her.

“the date is still a thing, yeah?” y/n smiled as her nose brushed his.

“you’re gonna love it.” he answered, grinning.