#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.

[applestorms]

much love to the (multiple) mutuals i’ve seen agony posting on this fine new year’s day my heart is with you all in spirit 🎉🎉 the pain is incredible but this too will change

[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 ☺️

[holohedral]

[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!!

[pumpkinroll]

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✨

I wish you a Merry Christmas. I know everyone is exchanging gifts today, but I am alone and ashamed to ask for that, but you are our hope today to bring us happiness. Your support is the world to us 🥺💙🎄

every donation, no matter how small, makes a significant impact and holds great value in helping us improve our lives during these challenging times.🙏🏻

As we approach the end of 2024 and welcome a new year, 2025, and with the arrival of Christmas, I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a joyful Christmas Eve filled with love and peace. May your holidays be beautiful, warm, and full of happiness🥺💙🙏🏼

would also like to express my deepest gratitude to everyone who has supported and contributed to me and my family during this time،However, I still need your support and contribution because I still have a long way to go to reach our goal🥺😭💔.

Please take a moment and consider donating again to support a Palestinian family in need. Remember to donate, no matter how small, it makes a big impact and holds great value in helping us improve our lives during these difficult times 😭💔

Thank you for what you did, happy holidays to all 🥹🙏🏼.

Santa Claus came to distribute gifts to the children of Gaza and found them 😓💔

Donation link in bio ✅🙏🏼